The Last Wolf: Prologue

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Here I am again, about to do what I vowed not to, sleeping with whores. But I couldn’t help myself in this case. She was tall, about 5ft 8, housing piercing blue eyes on that gorgeous face and wearing a green spandex on those lovely legs, I couldn’t just turn away.
After the usual running around with little to show for it, I decided to visit the LovePeddler-house a few blocks from my place of work. The show was a bit boring to me, just a bunch of short women showing what God gave them. I have never really liked short women, preferred the tall ones.
I was thinking of leaving after taking a few rounds of beer until I saw her. Damn! She was hot. She caught my stare and did the come-and-get-me hand sign. I obeyed and she led me to a room in the small building already filled with screams of pleasure. I saw her for the first time and hell yes, I made the right decision, It had this Onion look, If you have seen Bella bellz, you will understand what I meant.
We got in and kissed for a long time, her lips were so soft, I just couldn’t let go, I let my hands wander down to her waist and I felt those onions, damn! They were soft, super soft. I pulled down the spandex and felt the flesh therein. I went off after feeling her fleshy onions, so I pushed her and she landed on the bed, parted her legs and the sucking began. She was clean and well shaven, it was heaven on earth while I sucked, though not for long because her smell was choking me. I stood up, brought out my stick and slid it in.
She was tight, very tight, in fact too tight for a LovePeddler. I pumped and pumped the missionary way and her screams nearly deafened me. Got tired and we changed positions. She started riding me and Good lord, she was a rider. She rode me so well I joined in screaming all of the Holy priests I knew. I haven’t been ridden like this in decades! In so doing, I lost control and my other half started to manifest. Claws shot out from where my fingernails had been seconds before, big sharp fangs sprung out of my upper jaw and thick black hair covered my skin. In all this, she didn’t notice for her eyes were closed from pleasure. As we danced and danced, I was becoming more beast than man. My grip on her hardened as I came close to my release and then my claws pierced her skin as my grip hardened. She screamed out in pain, her eyes flew open and she screamed again, this time in horror.
Suddenly, her body became limp as she fell sideways fainting halfway. I pushed her off me, quickly put on my clothes and found my way out of the LovePeddler house.
Again, I had to move. Again, someone had seen my other half, something that shouldn’t happen for obvious reasons. I was careless, but the sex was just too awesome. I am sure you are wondering what I am, human or beast? Well, with the “choking smell”, “deafening screams “, sudden fangs, claws and the hairy skin – a lycanthrope? Hmmm… You guessed right.
I am Richard, a werewolf, yes, a werewolf and the very last of my kind.

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