Dustin turned around toward Esmeralda, a feral glint in his bright, amber eyes. His maw lifting, giving out another howl, "AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Massive, like some great dire beast, he began to approach her, his animalistic instincts mingling with his fury and rage...he wanted to rip her apart, tear her limb from limb.
At his dark look, Esmeralda simply smiled and giggled, her eyes rolling. "Oh, Duncan..." she taunted him in her silky voice. She didn't seem the least bit concerned about the enormous werewolf, and instead looked as though she was admiring his new form.
Esmeralda began to remove her clothes, almost seductively, and Duncan paused, his large body crouching, readying to pounce her. Tossing aside her shirt and bra, her eyes roamed over the tight muscles, sinewy tracts, that interconnected Duncan's new limbs and stretched across his huge, furry frame. "Hot." she mouthed at him with a slight cackle.
Shucking her jeans and finally, most salaciously, her panties, which had possessed already quite large wet spot, perhaps from her excitement at Duncan's transformation itself; she stood naked before Duncan with a wicked smirk, her large breasts rising and falling against her chest.
One thing for certain that Esmeralda had not been lying when trying to console Duncan during his transformation was how well endowed he had become over the last four years. Big feet and big ears did, in fact, in Duncan's case hint at something else quite big about the young man.
She had often pointed this out to him, that had he remained a human, he likely wouldn't have developed...so well. Indeed, while Duncan despised most of his constantly changing features following each full moon, he never seemed disappointed in the growth he experienced between his legs as he shifted more and more toward the "perfect werewolf." And, although in the last year he had taken to going "commando style" due to the sheer uncomfortableness in wearing underwear, he never complained once at how tight or constricting his jeans were becoming on his bare maleness...that is, unless he sprouted an erection. Then Esmeralda would never hear the end about his size's inconvenience until he could get somewhere private to relieve himself.
On more than one occasion when entering a store, the clerk had thought Duncan was trying to steal something due to the huge bulge going down his left pocket. Duncan, with a mischevious grin, was always keen at showing them that it wasn't store-owned goods he had tucked in there.
But now Duncan would never have to worry about jeans or confining denim again. And, as Esmeralda stood naked in front of him, her moist sex reached his snout, trigging his arousal. Immediately from between his legs and inside his sheath stretched out his improved, monstrous organ, the huge, veiny shaft thickening as it hardened up his belly and then against his barrelled chest. Wider now than Esmeralda's own arm, and about as long too, she had finally obtained her "perfect werewolf" in every way, two huge, pendulous balls dangling in their tight scrotum beneath the beast's cock, filled with quarts of his seed for the next generation.
The newly spawned lust in Duncan's mind was overpowering, but what humanity he had left fought to infuse thought into the moment. He was going to enjoy fucking her, he was going to fuck her until she was raw, and when she least expected it, he was going to bite her and turn her into his mate, forever. Finally, he thought, tensing for the pounce, his manhood throbbing hungrily beneath him, bumping his fur like some heavy baseball bat, obscene, he was going to be the true alpha.