Danya screamed bloody murder. The wolfman leaped into the room and clasped a hand to her mouth. He jumped so hard and fast that the next thing she knew she was laying on the bed with him atop her. His eyes contained something akin to curiosity and he stared at her intently.
Still holding his hand over her mouth, keeping her pinned to the bed, he moved his head lower. He sniffed at her nightgown, down to her stomach, then to her crotch. She felt a heady rush of self-awareness when his moist, hot breath blew across her cloth-covered core. The beastman sniffed long and hard, but never touched her except to hold her down and keep her quiet.
Her father shouted something upstairs. "I heard you scream. Danya? Are you alright?"
The beastman jolted up, surprised. He stopped sniffing at her and jumped away and off the bed. She watched him flee out the window, entranced by his grace as he leaped, landing in the alleyway without a sound.
"I'm fine, daddy!" she yelled downstairs. Her heart pounded hard and heavy still, but she managed to talk without giving her fear away, or so she hoped. "I'll be down in a moment."
"Alright, darling. Just checking."
Danya ran to the door and shut it tight. She took the chair from her desk and propped it up against the door so no one could enter. The window remained open, a light breeze fluttering the curtains around like before. Scrambling to her bed, she jumped onto it and yanked her nightgown above her waist.
She imagined the beast breathing on her again, his almost-human nose sniffing at her crotch. She imagined him thrusting it against her, smelling her up close and personally. Jamming her fingers against her clit, she rubbed it hard and pretended it was the beastman and his nose.
His other hand, in her mind, left her mouth, and she gasped out loud. He traced his claws against the nightgown, teasing her skin beneath the thin fabric, then clutched her breast. To imitate this, she grabbed her breast hard and pinched her nipple between her nails. It hurt, but he would be rough with her, wouldn't he?
Her hips gyrated, needing something to grind against, except her imagination provided a much better possibility than what actually existed. To make up for this, she snatched a pillow from behind her and flung it between her legs, then flipped over fast and ground the center of her body against it, hard. She pretended the wolfman was pressing her against the bed, watching her squirm in delight as he toyed with her.
She came hard then, her orgasm bursting through her body and arousal soaking the pillow beneath her. Flailing, grinding against the pillow with everything she had, she rode her pleasure, wanting to extend it, until she lay exhausted on her bed.
What was that? She didn't know. She tried to figure it out, but couldn't. Some strange, primal lust had overcome her. She was so scared at first, but then what? For some reason she didn't think the beastman would hurt her. She didn't know why, but she didn't think he would.
Before heading back to dinner, she fixed the sheets and blankets on her bed and refolded her undergarments. She briefly considered keeping the window open, but it was getting colder so she closed it, but not before looking outside for a moment to see if anyone was there.
The alley below her, the small backyard garden to the left, and the streets to the right, were all empty. Only piles of upturned trash remained.
***
During the next week Danya received multiple strange notes. They all appeared at random spots in her house, though mainly the areas she frequented often, with no rhyme or reason as to how they got there. The first contained handwriting she couldn't read and was signed with an "E." The next was slightly more legible and came with a flower. Not a normal flower from a florist, though. It was a wildflower that only grew in the mountains nearby and wouldn't take well in the soft soil that the city florist preferred using. Also, said the florist when she asked him about it, it was a crude flower and nothing like the wonderful roses or tulips he carried.
Danya thought it was a beautiful flower. Petite, and she could fit it easily in the palm of her hand. Only one, so she couldn't put it in a vase, but for the rest of that day she wore it in her hair behind her ear.
Then another note arrived, and she made out a few words of it. Lake, it said somewhere, and come. The person wanted her to go to the lake.
By the time another week passed, and she'd received notes on each day, she managed to understand the gist of them. Many of the words were misspelled, but this was what it said:
"I need to see you again. I have an urge. You are the only one to fix it. Come to the mansion in the woods by the lake. I will see you. I watch you always. Go tomorrow. E."
Danya didn't now what to make of that. Alena snatched the letter out of her hands and read it aloud while running around the shop to escape Danya's wrath.
"Well, you can't go there," Alena said, matter-of-factly. "That's where the beast lives."
"What beast are you talking about?" Danya asked, snatching the note from her sister.
"The Beast! The one in the story. A man who angered a witch and she cursed him to look like a beast. I think the story's not true, though. I've been by there once with school friends and it's all just wrecked and ruined looking. We were going to go inside but there's a tall iron fence with spikes at the top and the gate is locked. The lake is nice to swim in, though, but I wouldn't go at night. Cre~ee~py!"
"I doubt it's the same place," Danya said.
"Probably not." Then Alena grinned. "Or it is and you've got a date with the beast!"
"It's not the beast, you twit." Danya stuck out her tongue. "If it were, he'd have signed the note with a 'B' and not an 'E,' don't you think?"
"He can't spell half the other words, so I don't expect he knows how to spell 'beast,' either." Alena laughed and ran out of the shop, presumably to tell her friends that her sister had a date with the beast.
***
Danya didn't go to the mansion by the lake the next day like the letter asked. First off, she couldn't because she needed to tend to her father's shop by herself that day, and second, she doubted the authenticity of the note in the first place. Could it be the beast? The beast was a story and didn't exist.
Except what was that wolf-like man she saw in her closet? A daydream, probably. Some rabid fantasy she'd dreamed up in a strange fit of whimsy. A bit of imagery to suit her aroused state, and she'd made it all up.
And, yes, maybe she imagined it, but that didn't stop her from becoming further aroused by the notion.
The delivery boy arrived and she had money to pay him, but she coaxed him into the backroom instead. He shuddered under her ministrations as she knelt in front of him and took the entirety of his cock in her mouth. When he came, his cockhead throbbing between her lips, she swallowed all his cum and licked her lips afterwards.
He delivered the items for free.
That wasn't enough for her, though. A customer came in next, an older man near to her father's age, though maybe a little younger. She told him she had some wonderful items in the back, and would he like to go look at them? Unwittingly, he followed her. When she showed him a piece of trash that her father thought they could sell and asked him if he would like to purchase it for a few coins, he scoffed at her.
He stopped scoffing when she lifted the skirt of her dress and moved aside her panties to show him her glistening cunt. Stuttering, stumbling, he worked at his pants and barely managed to undo them before she pushed him to the ground and skewered herself on his rising cock. She ground against him, pressing her clit against his fat stomach, imagining she'd caught the beast and was taming him with her wiles. The man screwed up her desires by cumming faster than she thought possible, but he did buy the piece of junk she'd showed him for twice what she'd asked, so it wasn't all for naught.
Next, a couple entered the store. The woman drifted apart from the man, eying random baubles and trinkets. The man, more practical, asked Danya what the best item in the store was.
"I need it," he said in a whisper, "for an anniversary present for my wife."
Danya
nodded knowingly to him and crooked a finger, inviting him to the back room to see the best wares.
That's what he thought, at least. Before he knew it, and with few objections, he had her bent over a crate and was pounding into her pussy. He had a nice cock, though too smooth for her to fully pretend it was the beast's. Better prepared, lasting longer than the other man, he inched Danya closer and closer to her orgasm. Best yet, he was frantic and wild, wanting to finish with her before his wife caught on that he was gone, and this suited Danya wonderfully.
Her firm breasts pressed against the sanded wood of the crate beneath her and she pretended the man's leather gloved hands were that of the beast. Her mouth opened into an "O" and she looked up, eyes practically rolling into the back of her head. Staring at her through the window of the storeroom was an angry looking man with hair covering the entirety of his face and his eyes gleaming a sharp yellow.
Danya's inner depths clenched in orgasm as the beast watched the man's cock drive into her. He slammed into her one final time before filling her quivering, sucking pussy with his cum.
"Honey?" his wife called from the storefront. "Where are you? Have you found anything? Are you back there?"
The man panicked. He wiped his cock clean on the skirt of Danya's dress and lifted up his pants, buttoning them fast. Running out of the backroom, he returned to his wife.
"Oh, no, there's nothing there," he said. "That shop girl had to run an errand, so she won't return for awhile. I'm not sure there's anything we want here, anyways. Did you find something nice?"
"I liked this." she said. "I think we should get it." Danya didn't know what it was, but apparently she showed it to her husband.
"Oh. Yes. Actually, I've seen a nicer one down the street. Shall I show you?"
"Alright."
Danya remained on the crate, listening to the tinkle of the bell above the front door as the couple left. The man's cum soaked into the wood below her crotch. She stared out the backroom window while the wolfish man watched her. He bared his teeth and snarled, then ran away.
Danya closed the shop early. Later, she told her father she was feeling ill.
***
The next day, stating she needed medicine from the local doctors, Danya instead went to Michael's family's estate. Not to see Michael, because she still disliked him, but because his place was the closest to the woods. And the woods were where the mansion by the lake was.
Danya wore a plain brown dress so as not to attract attention. Beneath that, though, she had on an expensive matching set of panties and a bra. Both were dyed with small spots and made to look like the fur of some wild animal, a fierce leopard. It seemed fitting, if she were indeed about to meet the so-called beast.
She didn't know what she expected by going to the mansion, though. She didn't know if she actually believed the beast existed, either. Perhaps she'd dreamed everything. Some odd state of mind. Supposedly woman became more aroused at certain times of the month, and while she'd never noticed it as desperately as this before, she was starting to believe it was true.
And how would the beast feel if he did find her? The letter he sent, if he sent it, said he had an urge. She assumed this was sexual in nature, but maybe not? He could want to eat her, she supposed. But, if he had a sexual urge, and he'd watched her fucking another man in the backroom of her father's shop, maybe he'd be angry. Would he want to devour her instead of fucking her, if that's what he even wanted in the first place? Would his rage at seeing her with another man overcome his lustful intentions and force him to end her life right then and there?
She didn't really know how that would work. She didn't know much beyond the fact that as she walked through the woods she felt dreadfully afraid. Afraid of everything. The smallest chirp from a cricket caused her to jump and made the hair on her arms stand on end. When a squirrel skittered in the branches above her, she hid behind a tree.
Yet she continued on. Enthralled, like a trance, she needed to go and she did. She must have walked for hours, but it seemed more like ten minutes. The lake presented itself at her feet, the waters lapping up to lick at her revealed toes above her sandals. She bent down and touched the water with her fingers then rubbed the cold liquid over her chest and arms to cool her down and calm her nerves.
The ramshackle mansion in the woods was at the other side of the lake.
The beast was standing right behind her.
She turned to look around and saw him, and then she screamed but it was too late. He ran forward and grabbed her by the waist, picking her up. Her screams went unanswered in the middle of the woods. The beast carried her, kicking and screaming, towards the entrance of his mansion. The gated fence unlocked and opened as if by magic when he approached, and shut after he carried her through. They ran down the winding path to the front doors of the mansion, and those too opened and closed on their own.
When he had her inside, she'd screamed so much that her throat was dry and parched. He put her down on a lush, red carpet in the foyer just inside the doors and stared at her.
His nostrils flared, sniffing, but he held his composure and stayed away from her crotch even if his eyes kept darting downwards every few seconds.
She looked at him then, all of him. He stood on two legs like a human, and appeared mostly human except for the hair covering the entirety of his body. His legs were strong and muscular and long and he looked like he ran ten miles a day or more. Up further, his cock stood at attention, the head glistening with precum. He had less hair here and on his legs and chest, more like a thin layer of fur than anything else. Actually, now that she saw him up close, the top of his head and his jaw had the most hair, thick and shined. When she thought on it, he looked almost like a very tanned person with a full beard and thick head of hair; the kind of hair she wanted to run her fingers through and grab and pull him towards her into a passionate kiss.
The beast stood there, letting her inspect him, and then he spoke. "Sorry," he said.
She looked at him, confused. "Why are you sorry?"
"I need," he started to say, but his voice cracked. "I need you. I have need since I saw you in trees with man."
"Who?" she asked, then answered her own question. "Oh, Michael."
"He is not good enough," the beast said.
Danya laughed. Boy, was he right. Michael definitely wasn't good for much. "Do you have a name?" she asked. Becoming bold, she stepped forward and put her hand on his jaw, caressing his face up to his cheek. "Are you here all alone?"
"Everett," he said. "Yes. Alone."
"You need me," she said, slowly. "What do you need of me?" She moved closer to him, gently exploring his face with her hand.
"I need." He stumbled for words, looking unsure of himself. "I'm sorry," he said before moving his hand to cup her sex. "I need."
Danya smiled at him. He was so strong and masculine, the epitome of manliness in her eyes, but so fragile and delicate at the same time, confused and unsure. "I'm very thirsty," she said. "Do you have wine?"
"Wine," he said, practically running to fetch it. "Yes, wine. I have."
He disappeared from her sights, vanishing down a long corridor and through a doorway. When he returned, he carried a bottle of wine and two glasses. The wineglasses looked miniscule in his massive hands and she laughed when she saw them.
"What?" he asked, frowning.
"I don't think we need glasses," she said.
Taking the glasses from him carefully, she set them aside on a small table by the doors. He'd uncorked the wine from wherever he'd gotten it, so she lifted the bottle to her mouth and drank deeply. It tasted rich and luscious, with a hint of a floral scent to it. Danya swished it around in her mouth, savoring it, then swallowed. She offered the bottle to Everett and he drank as well, grinning.
"Good?" he asked with that same goofy grin on his face.
"I want you," she said.
The beast transformed. Wanting to please her before, wanting to gain her acceptance, once he had it he no
longer intended to play awkward flirtatious games. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air. Before she knew it, they were in a sumptuous dining hall, her sitting on the end of a table while his pulsing cock prodded against her dress-covered stomach.
"I need," he said.
"Yes," she said. "You need."
He tried to enter her, but she still had her dress on. Acting gentlemanly for a second, he struggled to lift off her dress without ripping it with his claw-like fingernails. She laughed and he looked at her oddly.
"Rip it," she said. "Tear it all off. Take me."
He snarled and pulled on her plain brown dress. His claws sunk into the fabric, never touching her skin, and he shredded it down the sides before tearing it from her. Now she sat before him in only her leopard-looking bra and panties, ripe and fit for the taking by any true beast.
He stared at her long and hard, taking in all of her, waiting. He seemed to like just looking at her. She liked it, too; the mounting tension, palpable between them. His prodding cock throbbing, pressing against her stomach, but doing no more. She saw his nostrils flare slightly and got an idea.
Inching away from him for a second, she kicked off her sandals and let them fall to the floor. He watched her as she slid out of her panties and held onto them. Grinning at the undergarment, she rubbed it against her slick folds and then lifted it towards him. He strained to control himself, but finally gave into his urges and drove his nose into her hand and the arousal-scented panties.
Everett went wild, truly a beast. He rocked against her, his cock sliding up and down her stomach. She inched forwards again until she was on the edge of the table, and at this angle his cock found the folds of her pussy and slid between them, up and down alongside them. His cockhead moved between rubbing against her clit to poking at her belly button, and back again, grinding against her, while he sniffed frantically at the panties in her hand.
She tossed them away, across the dining table. Everett looked at her, frowning, but she remedied this by moving his cock downwards until it barely entered her wet slit. Danya wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in by the waist, feeling every inch of his shaft as he pressed into her. Everett, unsure from the loss of the panties, soon found his way again.
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