I was invited to an exclusive Halloween bash at the Hilton, only the crème of the crop asked to attend, the glamorous and ritzy people who matter. This was a yearly charity event to help less fortunate children, being held by a group of people I fully supported, and it was five thousand dollars a seat. This was also a mask ball, everyone ordered to wear a mask and the person with the best, unique costume was to add another thousand to the pot sponsored by my company. I was the lucky person who is to give away the check, a huge privilege.
I decided to attend as the goddess of love, Aphrodite, planning to enchant every male to walk through the door, knowing that they will succumb to my spell. I donned on a blonde wig, its tresses flowing down my back, caressing my bottom with love, carefully placing a golden tiara on top. I squeezed my breasts into a satin white bra, accenting my fine curves and golden skin, from the fake tan from the spray bottle, and sexy belly with a ring. Over my legs, I slipped into a white matching thong, lightly running my hands over the smoothness, giggling as I see my eyes begin to dilate with lust. I had admitted I was stunning.
Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was almost time to go. I threw on the final additions, beginning with a satin toga, sheer enough to see my coloring, but not enough to get a clear view of my assets. On my fingers and toes, I decorated myself with gold rings, smiling at the perfect manicure and pedicure I spoiled myself to earlier in the day, and placed gold bands around my biceps and a golden choker making it look as I was the slave, not the men. Last, I slipped into white sandals and with a final twirl as I placed my mask into place, left.
The room was completely full, friends chatting eagerly, couples dancing to the orchestra, and many others laughing and having a good time. The tables surrounded the dance floor, their centerpieces exceptionally rare, constructed for the Halloween season, monster waiters walking around with trays of wine and appetizers. Behind the orchestra, a stage decorated as a graveyard, with two long tables along each side of a tombstone podium, with five names on each table; I was placed on the right.
Before dinner, I danced with many men including Lancelot, two Greek gods, a few vampires, and others all vying for my attention, practically kissing my feet. I loved the looks I was receiving, basking in the warmth of touches, bodies swaying seductively in a lover's game. I drank many glasses of wine between sets, laughing at bawdy jokes and cracks on some of the costumes. The more I drank, I felt hot, the feel of satin caressing my skin, the leering from men gluing to my boobs causing my nipples to peak, inviting a bold male to grab, take what he wants. I was at the point where I did not want to be treated like a female of the eighteen hundreds, but a wanton slut, to take to the closet and fuck me good.
That is when I noticed him, a wolf, werewolf to be exact, yellow eyes glowing, following my every move, face expressionless, a sneer at the touch of men as they tried to impress me. His chest pure male muscle, hair coating his skin like a shield, man nipples hard as nails, peaking for his mate, beckoned to me, calling silently to taste. His long snout appeared real, glistening white teeth bared savagely as he witnessed my current admirer whispering in my ear, my eyes widening as he stalked closer, anger glinting in his eyes.
I trembled as I watch his long legs, loping like a wolf preying, hunting for fresh meat, his muscles flexing with each step, feet as hairy as the rest of him. What caught, and kept, my attention was the large muscle between his thighs, bobbing in a threatening manner, answering my unconscious call to be mated, to him. There was no way that thing was part of the costume, it was too grand, veins throbbing along the shaft, head pulsing with lust, demanding satisfaction from his lover.
I quickly excused myself from my partner, rushing for the garden hoping the scent of flowers would hide my feminine smell from the beast. I ducked and dodged, eyes wildly seeking for a hiding place, finding none as all the paths were taken, lovers trysting, the forbidden garden.
Gasping, I spot a waterfall, an opening barely visible to the naked human eye, I sneak behind, and smiling as it seems to be a hidden chamber. Within held a large king-size bed, covered in burgundy blankets, a canopy surrounding the bed, and candles lighting the room making the chamber to appear more romantic then it was. The rock floors were covered with cream Berber carpet, and Asian rugs, interesting pictures woven as to tell old stories, legends of the past.
The same drawings imprinted on the rugs matched the paintings on the walls, pictures of werewolves turning, some engaged in different stages of copulation, snouts grinding between female hind legs, tongues wagging, and drool dripping. Doglike cocks hanging loosely as the females bucked crazily against their mates, the males howling at the full moon, eyes eerily aglow with desires beyond the anything human. Another picture of ten male werewolf's circled around a lone female, tail between her hind legs trembling as they snapped at her, penis' standing out dry humping the air, wanting to be the first to sample their find, plant his seed within. In addition, the last picture of a male in heat, fucking a human female from behind, doggie style, and her legs spread wide, him bent over her, teeth clamped on her shoulder in full possession, as he claws at her white skin, marks bleeding.
Though secretly thrilled by this kinky room, I was terrified I had involuntarily walked into the beasts' lair, giving him my acceptance of him and his possessiveness. I turned towards the door, stopping when I spied two like statues of wolves, male by the stone dicks shooting out from the middle of their legs, heads raised in a quiet howl, of pleasure or pain I was not too sure.
Curious, I walked slowly up to one, fingers already seeking for a touch, mystified by how sexually alluring they were. Their jaws tensed, teeth razor sharp, glittering in the candlelight, my shaking hands cupping around the ears in a loving way, appeasing him, trying to communicate and ease his pain. I stroked his head, imaging the softness of his fur, shivering as I visually pictured how his coat would feel against my heated skin, brushing, surrounding me in different warmth, causing my body to heat with a lust too wild to tame.
My palms trailed down his chest, nails carving against the stone, wanting to hold the fur in my clutches, pleading for him to protect me. I nuzzled his neck, feeling my way to his pointy wolf like penis, both hands smoothing from the tip to the base in a wanton caress, wanting to straddle this gorgeous beast, screw him until we both die of fulfilled pleasure. I was too turned on to notice the shifting of candlelight, the air flowing through the room, a dangerous current forewarning me, but I was much more content to molest the wolf.
A low snarl pulled me out of my daze, hot breath curling around my ears, my wig blowing around my body, whether hiding me or cloaking my sensual limbs from the beast. I spun, facing my attacker with wide frightened eyes, my desire still evident and clutched to the massive cock to hold myself up. I could feel the hot body crowding into mine, fur brushing my sensitive skin causing me to shudder violently, the stone shaft jutting at me from behind, trying to find his home, my pussy.
Trapping me, my wolf leaned slowly into me, watching for my every expression, sniffing at my hair, my neck, his tongue flickering for his first taste. Holding my breath, I shivered as the thick muscle trailed wetly around the shell of my ear, darting in and out, pulling a suffering moan from deep within me. His large teeth nibbled at my collarbone, before clamping on my shoulder, proving his strength, his power of me, a mere human woman. The feel of his salvia tickling as it dripped onto my shoulder, slowly trickling past my sheer toga, between my pushed up tits. Goosebumps began to rise, not from the chill of the room but from the seduction, this wild beast was creating.
With his free hand, or paw, he shred my toga, leaving it in strips to fall gently to the floor, his growl of approval echoing throughout the room, my skin unmarred by his claw. Then he sliced through the center of my bra, it caught on my arms, barring me from movement, only my thong attached to me.
