Monsters, Men, and Magic Ch. 11
Casey was back in the mine. She was there, completely naked and alone in the dark. She wasn't afraid though; she was too excited to be afraid. Without even touching herself, it was clear how aroused she was. There was a stirring in the pitch-black ahead of her. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel another presence there with her. She didn't want to be alone; she wanted to belong. A hand, a clawed, inhuman hand, pressed through her hair and forced her down onto her knees. Casey knew what the hand belonged to, but she couldn't see it. The werewolf held her there, down before it, and a moment later, Casey felt something hot and thick pressing against her lips. Her excitement swelled at the taste of the werewolf's cock. This was why she was here; this is what she craved. The monster guided her down his length with a snarl of pleasure. Casey eagerly served it, her tongue pressing along the ribbed length. The feel of it was so wonderful; she could feel herself ...