In the wilderness of the New World, settlers turn on each other as mangled corpses turn up in the meadows. Blame for the murders is pinned on witches, Indians and Satan himself, almost leading to a trial by fire for the accused.
But the killer waits in the darkness, growing ravenous for revenge and another warm body.
“Just scream into my hand,” the monster instructed, his voice calm and loving. “The more you fight me, the more it’s going to hurt, so just do as you’re told and I might let you live.”
Daniel began hyperventilating as the thick head of the cock rose up and kissed the opening of his body. Never before had Daniel considered himself as so frail and delicate. As the monster pushed into Daniel’s body, the screams started.
They weren’t so much screams of pain as of shock. With each new breath Daniel drew to refresh his screams, the monster kissed him just under the ear.
“You smell like fresh lamb,” the werewolf complimented as the full girth of his cock entered his victim’s body. Daniel’s eye grew wide as the beast nestled its head on the nape of his neck.
The man-wolf slid his powerful hand down Daniel’s abs. The creature found his prize as Daniel’s legs drew up and together as a reflex.
“Calm down, babe. I’m not going to hurt you,” the monster reassured as he kissed Daniel.
Slowly Daniel grew in the werewolf’s hand and soon was hard as a walnut beam. All his tensions and stress melted away as he was dominated by the creature of the night. He could feel the knot swelling inside him.