Moonlit Lycanthropy
The forest loomed before Lily, its dense foliage swallowing the last rays of sunlight. She shivered, her young rational mind telling her there was nothing to fear, that the old-timers’ warnings about the woods were mere hyperbole. Yet, a creeping sense of unease lingered within her.
As a botanist, Lily had spent countless nights in the wilderness alone, collecting rare specimens for her research. This particular excursion, however, felt different. The full moon hung low on the horizon, casting an eerie, silver glow over the treetops. A chill ran down her spine as the first howl of a faraway wolf echoed through the night air, casting a foreboding feeling of impending doom to wash over her.
She seemingly just shrugged it off and quickened her pace throw the woods, her boots crunching on the underbrush. She had nearly reached her campsite when a figure emerged from the shadows. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the massive, shadowy form standing before her. It moved close, illuminated by moonlight, and she could now see it was a monstrous werewolf.
The creature’s eyes glowed with an unnatural amber light, fixed intently upon Lily’s shapely form. As she looked down its body, taking in all the details, she saw its huge erect cock and let out a gasp, as she froze, paralyzed by primitive fear.