Marcia's adrenalin was pumping when she got back to the office. She was glad she was alone now; she wanted to study the tape some more.
Popping the tape into a VCR/TV combo that she had set up in her office, she watched it several times, growing steadily more aroused.
Almost unconsciously, she slid her hand down the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them, sliding them down slightly. Rewinding the tape again, she slid her hand down into her panties, beginning to toy with herself, engrossed in the tape she'd made.
She tried to stop herself, but found that her willpower was quite a bit weaker than her fleshly needs. Rewinding the tape again, she began to earnestly massage her clit, sticking her finger inside herself a bit deeper.
She rewound the tape several times more, each time becoming more vigorous in her masturbation, each time climaxing harder. Finally, she stopped, exhausted, sweaty, and reeking of female odors.
She turned the tv off, pocketing the tape, wanting to hide it someplace safe from prying eyes.
She couldn't help but feel a little dirty, and not just for the pedophilia she'd comitted, but for WHAT she was lusting for. Marcia began to wonder if she'd lost her mind. A darker portion was telling her that THIS was what she needed in her life; no man could be her equal, not with her psychic abilities and magickal training. But this...a werewolf...this could be an equal to her, someone she could feel safe with, not feel contempt for...someone who could give her THE FUCKING she desired.
Marcia couldn't believe herself, admitting what she wanted was to be fucked hard, harder than possible by any man she'd known. The sheer carnality of her mind was a surprise even to herself. Deep down, she'd known it for quite some time, though.
As she drove home in the dark,she kept her eyes peeled for any more werewolves, not frightened of what they could do to her, rather frightened of what she might make them do to her.
She arrived home without incident, falling quickly asleep. But her dreams weren't peaceful or uneventful. Rather, they were filled with werewolves, fucking her, biting her, changing her.
Marcia awoke in a sweat, and with a throb between her legs. She watched the video several times more, this time rather unashamed of her mind, fantasizing about the beastly boy as she masturbated again.
In the shower as she cleaned herself, Marcia realized that if she was to have the boy in her bed, she would have to become a werewolf as well, and that wasn't a commitment she was ready to make.
At the same time, she wasn't really ready to give up her fantasy just yet.
Marcia headed into the office, running slightly late.
"Marcia?" said her assistant, "There's..."