(I am just a simple hardworking handyman, sent into the woods to patch a roof on a fishing cabin. And so when I came across this guy's scary diary, left behind in a cupboard, I thought it was some kind of hoax, and wanted to burn it. The diary talked about werewolves and full moons and such. It told the story of a 'catch me if you can' incident, where the woman was running for her life so the hairy guy couldn't introduce her to his hairy cock. In the end, though, it seems she was glad he caught up with her. I'll let you be the judge.)
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The moon was luminescent, casting its silvery shadow over the trees like some snowy net, lighting a dirt path that wound deeper and deeper into the thick, dangerous forest. But the cloud covered orb was robbed of its full lustre, far too darkened by the wispy fog rising in off the marsh to the east.
I pulled my flashlight from my knapsack and let it shine a reflection of precious light, causing snakes to coil away, and poisonous spiders to rise on silky strands back into hiding.
The sound of her panting breath, still hot and desperate, led me uphill toward the meandering stream, whose running water echoed like some rushing wind, rustling fall leaves until a hundred colors struck the ground.
I was closing in on her, and could almost see her now, smelling her running shapely curves as she weaved and bobbed past dangling branches that tore, gouged and scratched her human flesh. But still she pressed on at full speed, her slender, racing ankles not willing to slacken or rest for fear I might catch her.
My fangs began to unfurl, their glistening, nasty sharpness now elongated to over two glorious inches.
My neck felt thickened and lusty, its growing muscles causing howls of excitement to roar across the wooded horizon. My ear piercing grunts were a frightening warning to all of God's creation that the devil's spawn was now manifesting itself in a body that once seemed so normal and human.
I glanced at my growing savage nails, once so manicured and alluring. They were now lengthening and a sickening yellow, stretching into razor sharp talons that could rip through flesh like a hot knife through butter. It was those same changing fingers that had first caused a worried alarm to sweep across her supremely gorgeous black face. She had noticed them start to change, and caught a glimpse of the emerging animal in my face and jaw.
She had taken off running, and normally I might have let her escape, only she was black and extremely beautiful, and I had purposed in my heart that this time I would mate with a beautiful black woman.
Once every ten years my species felt a need to mate with human flesh, and so we would leave our own kind, and scramble down out of our castles and stone covered lairs on the mountain tops, scouring the wooded valleys below for the small towns and villages that might have such buxom beauties in their midst.
I had met Veronica at a local pub in the tiny German town of Steiselgorf, and we had struck up a lusty conversation about skiing and snuggling by a roaring fire back in the ski lodge she was staying at.
The chemistry between us was undeniable, and the sexual energy in the air was exciting and tense. She was the kind of fun, vibrant and sexy woman I now believed could make me the perfect lifetime mate.
She had readily agreed to let me accompany her back to the ski lodge, to sit and continue our chat by the roaring fire. The lodge was, after all, a mere ten minute walk from the charming pub, and my boyish charm and humorous wit left her feeling both enthralled and intrigued. Being late autumn, the weather was still far too warm for natural snow, and so the lodge had imported some to dump along the steep, brisk slope, coating it like a vanilla frosting. The forests however, still remained a boring brown and completely snow free!
I had talked her into taking a romantic shortcut in the woods, only the emergence of the full moon, and a desire to mate with her in a wolf state, caused the frightening transformation to start taking place before her stunned and pretty big brown eyes.
She screamed just as loud as she possibly could the moment my transformation had begun, but by then we were far enough away from the pub that those lingering outside heard only faint echoes of her screeching voice.
My feet were stretching out my canvas shoes, tearing their sides. I kicked them off and felt the cool soothing comfort of fallen wet leaves overtop smooth stones and trampled dirt.
I began to hunch, my snarls rising to a fevered pitch as my tongue dangled past rows of jagged, pointy teeth.
My pace quickened over the winding ground, a sure sign I was moving more by instinct and smell then by sight.
Still, she was suddenly in that sight, and my large, ghastly eyes had lost their deep blue innocence, changing to the same sickly yellow as my dangerous inch long nails.
Her padded, supply laden jacket had been discarded in the chase, as had her heeled sandals, causing her to run quicker and more freely in and out of the gauntlet of protruding branches and sharp poking bushes.
Her ankles were red with splotches of blood from where the jagged edges of bristles and sharp sticks had nicked and scraped mercilessly against her scurrying flesh. Still, there was no slowing down or stopping now. I was gaining ground, my growing, fiery wolf penis stiffening to a foot and a half in length as my once human testicles now grew to twice their normal size, their squirming sack filling to the brim with potent wolf semen. After a decade long wait, it was time for me to mate with a human again, and no power in heaven or earth could possibly stop me now. I was hell bent on filling my cock with the most glorious ecstasy imaginable, and my passion filled quest to reach such an orgasm with the oversexed, buxom black woman was all consuming.
I increased my gait, with lengthening strides that glided over the smooth yet uneven ground as she began to panic at the realization I would soon reach her.
The fog had lifted somewhat, and as she dared glance over her shoulder, I leapt high over a strewn boulder, my impossibly thick cock shimmering off a moon that was now gaining lustre as the fog began to dissipate. Apart from the sound of an equally horny cricket, chirping frantically to attract its own mate, the forest seemed eerily quiet.
A branched then snapped loudly to challenge the silence, buckling under the weight of her ravaged right foot.
A jutting branch caught hold of her flimsy blouse, tearing a strip of material off her shoulders and chest.
She wore no bra, and her large firm black breasts bounced temptingly in my sight as she spun and weaved her way around the thickening trees.
Seeing her breasts made me excited and fully aroused, and my cock thickened and stretched into absolute iron.
Her waist was tiny, and her hips wide and alluring.
