In seconds Kyle had returned to the grounds of Jennifer's mansion, his beastly body panting out of excitement more than exhaustion. Jennifer was still sitting where he'd last seen her, light up by the outdoor floodlighting and looking at her phone. Once Kyle had lurched to a stop on the lawn she stood and confidently approached him.
"God, you smell like a barn," she muttered as she ran her fingers through his thick fur. Then she leaned in and breathed deep of his musk. "Like dirt and sweat and blood." She leaned back, looking into his yellow eyes, and still being slightly below his eye level even hunched over as he was. "So? Tell me."
"She's dead." His words sounded different, close but not human, though they were enough for Jennifer to understand. Without looking she tapped something on her phone.
"Of course she is," Jennifer dragged out the words, loving the sound of each of them as she said them. "How."
"I went to her house. Smelled her. I... heard her call me a faggot."
Jennifer laughed, mockingly. "Oh, my mutt assassin is a warrior of justice now?" It was the same smile she had when she had commanded him to kill, the same ice cold happiness. "I need more."
"I leapt on her. I raked her, I bit her. I tore her apart until there was nothing left to tear." Jennifer's breathing had quickened in pace with each statement, and again she had tapped the cell phone. Possibly due to his werewolf hearing, Kyle finally noticed the source of an unusual tone he had picked up on: a quiet buzzing coming from inside Jennifer's pants.
"Did you eat her?" Kyle paused, but could not deny the question. His angular head nodded. Jennifer took a few quick breaths before she could steady herself to speak again. "I want to smell it." Kyle opened his mouth before Jennifer's head, wide enough to swallow her and tear open her flesh with his razor sharp teeth, but she didn't show even a hint of fear. And then he exhaled, a warm thick breath of a carnivore stinking of kill.
This finally was enough to bring Jennifer over the edge. Her free hand grabbed the fur around Kyle's neck and pulled as her muscled tensed. Her orgasm surged forth first as a guttural scream, and then as an energetic "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!" Taking deep breaths, she leaned against Kyle's immobile muscle to steady herself.
By now Kyle's wolf nose could not help but smell her sex. Kyle had loathed Jennifer for years, his obsession was why he'd chosen to use her as a vector for the curse in the first place. But as much as he hated her in his obsession, he also envied her in his obsession. He wanted her, he lusted for her. And now, empowered with a body stronger than he'd ever been and chained to her will, she'd just experienced sexual ecstacy inches away from him. As heat begin to build up in his groin Jennifer steadied herself and found her footing again.
"Oh Kyle. We need to enjoy this. The next time won't feel nearly as good." Jennifer clicked off her phone's vibrator app and returned to the patio. "And before I forget," she then returned carrying a large cooking pot. "I was really hoping I'd get to use this. Kyle, vomit up all the pieces of Rachel in your stomach."
For only a moment Kyle was stunned by the request before the chains of command tightened around his neck and forced his compliance. A stream of fluid and blood and meat and bones and parts splashed in and around the tall pot. Once Kyle was exhausted Jennifer stepped closer to collect any overflow that looked substantial enough. The ordeal had drained Kyle, but he angled his head up when he heard a short gasp from Jennifer.
She was holding a curved piece of bone. As a small piece of pink slipped out of it and plopped into the pot he recognized it as what had once been Rachel's skull. Jennifer reached into the bone and plucked out, whole and unblemished from violence, an eyeball and its dangling stem. Without pausing Jennifer popped the organ in her mouth and swallowed, and almost as soon she moaned through clamped lips. As this second smaller orgasm passed she shook the remaining unidentifiable fluid from the bone, and stood up with the pot in her hands.
"This one is going in my collection, and I'll have the maid drain and use this meat for something tomorrow. Maybe scrapple, maybe mix it into a lasagna, I haven't decided yet. Oh, and Kyle," She spoke as she was at the patio door, "Come."
For just an instant Kyle attempted to move his legs, to follow his master, but then the command filtered through his body and shot directly to his groin. For the first time Kyle's canine instrument slid out to its full erect girth. Every muscle in his body rocked with energy and a piercing howl flowed from his throat more naturally than words had as his seed splashed on the grassy lawn. "See Kyle," his partner spoke from across the yard, "I won't see you go unrewarded. Now sleep, we both have school tomorrow."
With a thud Kyle's 400lb monster body hit the ground, and consciousness left him.