"We expect the beast in man, but are never prepared when it arrives." anonymous
Tasha was walking home from school after having stayed late to finish up homework. The library would now go down in her mind as one of the greatest places to be. It wasn't the school library. The city library had far more useful information available. There she had spotted her new favorite author, Christopher Price. Her first experience with his work had been reading his disturbing vampire tale in a collection of stories. The story had been very explicit but for some reason she had enjoyed it, felt it deeply. She had approached Price, by this point having read all of his novels, and had been graced by his signature in his latest book release.
On top of having such a blessing of good fortune she had been attempting to flirt with her crush, Kevin Riley. God she wanted him so bad. He was so hot to her. His thick black hair and ocean blue eyes always lit up her face with a smile. Her friends would talk about their latest triumph in the bedroom, how their boyfriends filled them up inside. Tasha would smile, blush a bit, and stay far out of those conversations.
She had decided to wait to lose her virginity. Tasha wanted it to be special. She wanted it be perfect. She wanted to lose it with Kevin. Somehow she knew he would be gentle that he would be sweet to her. Tasha wanted the handsome man so badly, her pussy got wet at the mere thought of him.
At eighteen she was not sexually active at all, although she masturbated every once in a while. Recently she had brought herself to orgasm with thoughts of Kevin dancing in her mind. Imagining his hot, hard, thick cock thrusting into her, filling her up with his manhood. She would dream of him playing with her pussy, gently caressing her breasts as he nibbled on her clit. She dreamed of his face buried in her neatly trimmed muff, lapping up her honeyed juices with fervor.
Thinking about it got her wet. Tasha really wanted to get home faster. She had a date with her battery opperated boyfriend. The time she had spent earlier helping her crush with his calculus homework was bliss. Images ran through her head of her legs wrapped around his waist, grinding into his rampent cock. She had a hard time explaining calculus to him as she almost slipped out a few dirty tid-bits.
Kevin was her knight in shining armor. He was the one she wanted to be with forever. He was her heart's desire. He was everything to her. Perhaps if she just offered herself to him, he would take her, right there on a library table, juices drenching the oak. It sent a thrill down her spine, a bolt of electricity. "No," she said to herself, "thats not right. I don't want him to think I'm a slut."
The park she was walking through was dark, unnervingly shadowed, but it was nice. Grass grew aplenty, which you rarely found in Arizona. She liked this place, it felt pleasant to her, warm to her. Under the full moon, she felt blessed to be alive. She was excited to be helping Kevin tomorrow with more homework.
The beast lay behind the bushes waiting for the moment ot strike. It sensed her presence, was hoping for hers or any body's presence. It was dying, it felt that. The bullet had punctured an artery, blood flowed from the wound matting the beasts hair. Instinct drove it, like it had many times before. It had to spread what it was, and soon. Blood was flowing from it, not too fast, but it wasn't stopping. It must spread through bite and blood or through impregnation to create an offspring. It must create an heir to continue its existence.
It needed her, with teeth and fire. The beast's lust flowed through its veins, its cock swelled hugely with anticipation. Had a man come through it would have through bite and blood changed him and passed on the disease. This was different, this was special. The beast had found a young woman, strong enough to bear its litter. It could have up to five born blood offspring instead of one measly infected human. The man he had been would die with the beast, nobody to know what had happened to him. The beast needed to take her very soon.
A cold breeze floated through Tasha's hair raising goosebumps on the back of her neck. A shudder ran down from her neck through her legs. It felt odd considering the warm garments she wore. A sweater hugged her chest and arms as a thick pair of jeans clung to her slim thighs and shapely rear. Despite the extreme high temperatures of summer days, the winter tended to get a bit cold. She had brought the sweater for warmth against the chilly night air. She wore a t-shirt underneath that worked during the day. Nights were too cold for just that thin covering.
Tasha felt as if someone was watching her, causing her to stop walking and look around. She looked all around but didn't see anyone. Perhaps her mind was just playing tricks. A falling leaf, wind through the bushes, does not mean you are being followed. But you never know, things do happen to women who walk after dark alone. Tasha shook her head to banish the dark thoughts. She began walking again at a little faster pace. Her backpack was bumping along against her with each step.
The beast attacked seething with need for the young woman in the park.
It's furred body stretched out, getting ready to run towards the girl. It's engorged cock oozed out precum partially coating the underside. The hair around it's testicles became coated with thick cream. It's sac was swollen with the semen it meant to pass on to the girl.
The beast felt high, euphoric, crouching down getting ready to pounce upon its unsuspecting prey. She stopped suddenly, so the beast did too. The muscles tightened in its back, holding perfectly still. It knew it was well hidden, knew what it was doing. The wolf felt the pull of instinct spreading through it, instinct from thousands of years back. Back to when its kind were considered gods, walking the earth followed by great praise and worship. Plentiful virgins were willingly offered to its temple, sacrificed to appease its kind.
Silent it waited. The wolf's teeth bared in the night, muzzle spread back. Row after row of the pearly white knives bared. It could sink its teeth into her, infecting her. Its instinct was driving it elsewhere, though. The beast could smell her sex, could smell its juices lingering there. It began to smell a tinge of her fear as well, but that changed nothing. It would have her.
She would mother its children, bear its litter. The beast had to have her, till the moment it died.
The girl began moving on, with a bit more speed in her step. The wolf could take no more, it rushed at her from the bushes.
Tasha had no time to react, the beast was fast, far too fast. She had turned around only long enough to see a very large dark haired man-shaped beast running towards her. She could see that it was led by a very frighteningly large penis, precome was dripping out of the tip as it ran. She barely had time to even register the engorged phallus before the beast had a hold of her. Its hands around her neck. Its claws slashing through her sweater. Its snarling mouth inches away from her, hot breath filled up her nose.
