Eva wished she had set out for home earlier. It wasn't just that it was getting cold, it was that the light was already fading. She usually enjoyed walking home alone in the dark, even through the wood near the village, but tonight wasn't any night. Tonight was a full moon. She didn't know if she did believe in werewolves or if she didn't believe. It wasn't as if she had ever seen one, or if anyone she knew had seen one. There were stories though -- not legends or myths from long past -- stories that were better called rumours. Lambs attacked, animals half glimpsed in the dark when the moon was full.
If vampires existed then why not werewolves? And vampires did exist. The stories of vampire hunters were very real and a girl had been attacked just two years ago right in her own village. The mensfolk had gone together with a vampire hunter leading them and had tracked the vampire down and put a stake through its heart. There were no more attacks after that. Vampires did exist.
She was safe from vampires though, as they only attacked virgins and though she wasn't a married woman she was no virgin. Sometimes she wished she was married though. She wanted so much to make a baby. It wasn't as if she was obsessed with sex. She just wanted it to be more than a distant memory. She wanted to feel wanted, to have hands squeezing her breasts, to have a tongue on her clit and to give herself to whoever it was. As her mind wandered, she could feel the wetness coming between her legs and she let her hand rub across her nipple, despite that fact that she knew that she would end up frustrated if she went on.
A sound in the undergrowth snapped her from her daydream and she stopped suddenly and tried to see what was there. While her mind had wandered she had been walking more slowly and she found herself in the woods. She could see nothing in the dark and was about to walk on when she heard it again. Something moving. Something that wasn't a rat or small animal, moving amongst the fallen leaves. Something larger. A shiver ran down her spine and she started to hurry along the path. The full moon was bright when it shone through the trees but she still had to be careful where she stepped.
The sound of panting broke the silence of the night and she started to run, and immediately tripped. As she scrambled to her feet something came hurtling from between the trees. She turned to run from it, whatever it was. It wasn't animal and it wasn't human, and she was terrified and her heart thumped in her chest as her feet tripped and she slipped away from whatever it was. It was on two legs but it didn't seem to be human. He caught a glimpse of sharp teeth and grey fur as she scrambled to her feet again.
It grabbed at her arm and she tried to pull it away and spin to try to shake off its grip. It almost worked but even as she lashed out it avoided her and kept a grasp of her sleeve. Let it have her top! She pulled the buttons undone and jumped away, leaving it with just her top. Before she could move away again the beast, the thing, threw itself on her. She fell on her back and for the first time could see her attacker in the moonlight. Green eyes glared from above frightening teeth, teeth that belonged to an animal on a face that was as much animal as human, and a body that was covered in silver fur.
As that strong jaw snapped at her she tried to roll away and its teeth fell short, grasping her bra instead of her flesh. As the animal pulled its head back her bra ripped off and her breasts swung free. The animal, the thing, pushed with its front claws to her shoulders holding her down, unable to move, as it threw her bra away. As its head swung back she felt its jaws run across her breasts and the weight of tis body between her legs.
She was frozen now. Pinned down by her shoulders with its weight on top she could only look in terror at its face. The legends were true then -- she was about to die in the jaws of the werewolf. As its teeth came towards her she turned her head and felt its breath on the cheek. Had it said 'You?'. Was that her imagination? Could this thing speak? How much was animal and how much human?
She saw it drop its gaze down her body, looking at one breast and then the other. As it looked up she thought there was something else in its eyes -- a hunger both animal and human. Its teeth started to pull at her head, behind her ear. Not tearing her flesh but seeming to taste her skin instead. Then it pushed itself up and she felt its mouth and rough tongue on her nipples and slobbering on her breasts. As she struggled and tried to push it off, she became aware that its cock was pressing against her, becoming harder with each moment.
