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cock.
The base, where the furry mammalian balls were tucked into his
abdomen, was dark and brooding and black. But the cock itself was a
bright pink, red, like it had grown out of him right then, sensing
in both of them such a strong desire. Evolution at will. It was
unlike any human’s she had ever seen. Like a giant and perfect
hybrid between man and animal.
    She was transfixed, and as she stared at it,
she saw it begin to get hard. Her mouth began to water and her
pussy was moistening. The head was still like that of a human, with
the curving glans she knew so well. Her tongue traced the line of
it in her mouth as she imagined taking it there. But below the
first part of the thick shaft was a second curve, getting fuller
and harder by the minute. She could only imagine how good it would
feel inside her.

    She could feel her pussy lubricating itself,
her body imagining for itself what it would need to handle such a
massive animal phallus. The side of her face began to sweat, she
was consumed with a kind of desire she had only ever felt in
nature. This thing, this creature, was the perfect combination of
the masculine energy of the wilderness and the human-likeness of a
man. Finally, she knew what he was. Something she had only ever
thought of as a fairytale. A story told to scare hikers.
    He was a werewolf.
    “I thought you could only come out in the
light of a full moon?” Rachel said. She was no folklore expert, but
some things she knew about creatures like this. Creatures she
always thought were imaginary, but would soon know to the fullest
and widest extent.
    “You’ve been reading too much science
fiction,” said Rannulf.
    She nodded, as much as she could with her
head held tight against the tree. “Besides, sexual energy gives
people nearly invincible powers. You must know that yourself. We
control the moon, not the other way around.”
    “What do you mean by that?” she asked.
    “You’ll see,” he said, “if you’re lucky.”
    Rannulf walked closer to her, coming right up
to her body, standing upright and placing his giant paws against
the tree above her head. Standing near her she could see just how
tall he was, towering over her, casting his shadow down her whole
body. A chill came over her, and she shuddered in the wake of his
presence.
    She could smell his fur, the woody musk of
his body. The full extent of his need reached out and she felt the
tip of his head grazing her thigh.
    “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she asked. She
had never been more ready in her life. She could feel her dripping
cunt pulse with desire. She wanted to taste the fur of his chest,
the musk of his thick canine cock, and to inhale the essence of his
body into hers. Rannulf growled and leaned his head down toward her
face, which was so much smaller than his.
    She realized he could take her whole head is
his mouth if he wanted to, he could almost eat her whole. She
looked over at his powerful jaw and saw a glimpse of his sharp
teeth. She could almost feel them biting into her skin. She could
imagine them tearing into her and her insides coming out, splayed
on the forest floor. She couldn’t tell now if she was more afraid
for her life or for her own sexual desire. Before she could decide,
Rannulf leaned towards her, and put his giant man piece into her
waiting feminine folds. Nature was having its way with her, and all
she could do was to hang there and take it.
    “Ohhhhhh,” she yelled. It was sensation she
had never felt before. Her whole body shuddered with him inside
her, she felt the lips of her sex bursting open to be filled by his
growing member. It felt almost as if with every thrust, he grew
larger. So unlike all the like the men she had ever known. It was
like he was sapping his energy from her, and then giving it back in
a looping frenzy. At the same time, she felt herself becoming
larger, felt her insides expanding to accommodate his growth. She
was becoming the shape shifter, adapting to her own primal