Excerpt from
Full Moon Rising
Werewolf Erotica
A Lonely
Werewolf on the hunt...
The moon will be
rising soon, the werewolf thought to himself as
he drifted through the crowd of writhing dancers at
the club, Gothic Noire. I'll
have to find someone to fuck soon or I'll spend the
next month locked in my wolf shape.
The moon's nearness
was calling to his soul, even through the brick walls.
He could feel his eyes shifting slowly from their
natural emerald green to wolfen gold.
His head lifted and
his eyes glowed a brilliant predator green as they
reflected the odd club lighting. The glow winked out
as he turned his head, changing the the angle of reflection.
He leaned against the wall in a dark corner, delicately
sifting through the scents looking for his prey. His
sensitive nose was overpowered by the scents. There
were too many warm, sweating bodies rubbing against
each other in multiple parodies of sex. The aromas
aggravated his need. Standing up, stretching to his
full impressive height, he moved away from the wall
and drifted like smoke through the dancers and the
throbbing music, his cock semi-aroused in anticipation.
"I hate being in a rush like this every fucking
month," he muttered to himself as he searched.
He despised the curse that required him, every damned
month, to bring a woman to climax before he could
cum. But nothing less would generate enough power
to keep control over his changes. Trying to find someone
with enough passion to keep up with his need, and
appetite, every full moon was a real pain in the ass.
Not having a woman
of his own was his own damn fault and he knew it,
but he couldn't afford to have anyone finding out
about his true nature.
