The crisp, dead leaves crunched beneath Briana's feet as she traveled through the forest. Rays of orange light pierced the treetops to illuminate the mossy, leaf carpeted forest floor as the sun began to set. She crept quietly with the hushed breaths and heightened senses of a skilled hunter as she kept the sharp eyes focused on everything around her. It didn't take long to spot the signs she was looking for. Crushed leaves, scratches on the bark, distinctive indents in the earth which she recognized as the footprints of her prey.
Glancing down she noticed another clue. She bent over slowly and picked up a single leaf which had drops of a thick, sticky substance clinging to its flat surface. She wiped off a trail of the gooey stuff with one finger, feeling it's viscosity and the slight warmth emanating from it before she put her finger in her mouth and tasted. Yes. Her heart rate increased suddenly and she felt a tingling spread through her body as she analyzed the unmistakable saltiness, thickness and texture that could only be from one thing. Semen.
There was no doubt in Briana's mind that this was the essence of a male. Not just any male though, a male werewolf. Briana had been trained in the skills necessary for hunting werewolves, from tracking to combat, and she could tell immediately that this was no ordinary man's cum. It was thicker and heavier, with a strange scent and taste that she could only describe as...primal. She felt her body flush and her breathing grow more rapid as the sticky substance slid down the back of her throat. Her hips wriggled slightly but she steeled herself to retain control.
She always felt strange when she sampled the sperm but it was a key tracking technique and so she forced herself to go through with this. At least, she told herself that was why. More and more she felt what she was certain was excitement whenever she tested the disgusting liquid. Maybe it was just the thrill of the hunt or the desire to catch her prey but just smelling the salty scent would make her quiver and gasp. She was worried it may be doing something to her, and not just her mind.
She had been on the trail of this werewolf for weeks and she knew she was close now. The fact that the cum was still warm surely meant that his lair was only a short journey from here and her quest was nearing its conclusion. However, as she had wandered through the woodland and stalked the beast she noticed odd things happening. Minor, silly things at first such as tingling and sensitivity around her lower back and ears. Her sense of smell seemed stronger than usual and her hearing had improved also. That wasn't the end of it though. Before long she would feel a furry tail protruding form her backside and floppy ears on the side of her head. She hid the tail in her pants and used a headband to cover her ears, doing her best to ignore her changes and try to forget about them and focus on her hunt. Somehow more concerning than the ears and tail was her dreams. They always faded from memory quickly but she remembered the feeling of desire and need. The pleasure and lust that stuck in her head. The wetness between her legs as her thighs were soaked in warm juices every morning and the burning arousal that wouldn't ease up, keeping her slick and just a bit distracted as she tried to work, tried to think about her task of slaying the menacing inhuman creature which she despised. Every morning she was hotter and more flustered but she pushed it out of her mind and kept following the trail.
