You methodically went up and down the shelves, climbing up and down the rolling ladder. There was a book on seemingly anything you could want, particularly given your circumstances. Many were impossibly old, with barely-legible titles on their spines. Others written in foreign languages.
Multiple shelves were full of books on lycanthropy. Even more were on magic and curses. Others were land surveys from long ago, and dry tomes on prominent families of the area. One thing you noticed, as you scanned the titles or flipped through them casually, none were about ending the curse. Several, however, mentioned how to strengthen the ties of lycanthropy to the area.
You sighed, trying to clear your head. Your eyes were practically about to cross from trying to read the faded letters. You climbed down the ladder and took a seat at the desk, rubbing your temples. On a whim, you slid the drawer open in front of you, and you found it full of old polaroid photos. They had to be at least thirty years old, some close to forty or more, judging by the fading of the pictures themselves and the clothing and hairstyles of the people.
All of them were women, and most of them were one in particular-Cindy. Some were casual photos-taken when she wasn't expecting them. In many, she wasn't even in her maid uniform. She was smiling at whoever snapped them. Others were essentially pornography – Cindy or the rare other woman in a state of undress, smirking as they pinched a nipple or touched themselves, a deviant glimmer in their eyes. And some of them-these all of Cindy- showing her mid-transformation. You couldn't help but find her irresistible, and your mind drifted to her. Your cock hardened, throbbing with desire for her.
The door opened, and Cindy walked in quietly. “Hello, Master,” she said softly. She bit her bottom lip, fluttering her eyelashes at you. She was in an undamaged French maid outfit once more. “I see you..found the pictures...” she said.
“You knew these were here?” you asked.
“Yes sir,” she replied. “The last master..he..spent a lot of time here. WE spent a lot of time here..” she said. Her voice trailed off, and you couldn't help but detect a hint of sadness. She began to slip one of the straps of her uniform down.
“WOAH HOLY SHIT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” you asked, suddenly shocked.
She seemed equally shocked, and hurredly slipped the strap back up. “I..I could feel your desire for me. I could feel you calling. You wanted to rut with me again. I just..I..I thought this was what you wanted...” her voice was a mix of fear and confusion. “I'm sorry..I'm sorry..” she bowed her head, every bit of her body language showing submission.
“Hey now..” you said, getting up and going around the desk to reassure her. “I'm not mad. This..this is all just really new to me..okay?”
She smiled and nodded. She leaned close to me and sniffed, sending goosebumps across my skin. “Mmhh...you smell so good. It's been so long since I've had an alpha.”
“When did the last one die?” I asked.
“1997,” Cindy replied. “And I'm still not sure that it was an accident. It definitely wasn't suicide, the way Mark implies it was sometimes.”
“How can you be so sure?” I asked. “If what Mark said was true, he'd been here for over a hundred years. That has to wear on a person.”
“Because Lawrence and I were mates,” Cindy said bitterly. “I would have known. I wasn't just a servant. He and I were bound to each other. Despite the confinement, Lawrence LOVED being a werewolf. He relished the change, and watching it happen in others,” she said. “Mark is lying about what happened. His story changes. Sometimes it's that Lawrence was trying to free us from lycanthropy's hold. Sometimes he was trying to get us more territory. Sometimes he was simply tired of being alive.” Her face was a mask of bitterness and frustration.
“You think he had something to do with his death, don't you?” I asked.
Cindy whirled around to face me, her lip curling into a snarl. “YES!” Her eyes flashed yellow, and I could smell the wolf on her scent instantly. I could see it just below the surface of her skin, and the subtle twitching of her muscles as her body pushed itself to the verge of transformation. I let out a moan as my dick immediately hardened, an instinctual response. Her eyes widened in anticipation as she saw my bulge. It was difficult to think, as thoughts of rutting began to dominate my mind. Similarly, her own lusts seemed to be overwhelming her.
She pressed herself against me with a soft moan of her own. Her skin was hot against mine and she nuzzled my neck. “Mmhh..master..” she cooed. “It seems that our wolves are calling to each other.”
One hand found my bulge and teased open my fly, eagerly caressing my rock-hard dick that pressed forward.