The moon hung low in the sky, its light casting long shadows over the sleepy suburban neighborhood. Streetlights were dotted along the side of the street, adding a small bit of illumination to an otherwise dark night. Every now and then, the occasional car would drive down the road, breaking the silence for a second before fading into the distance. For many, this was a night like any other. But for one, tonight would be the night everything changed.
Hiding in the foliage across the street from a row of houses, a large, hulking beast lied in wait, waiting for the perfect time to make his move. For weeks now, the werewolf had followed them, his senses attuned to every heartbeat, every breath, every movement. The scent that clung to them was intoxicating - a pull he couldn’t resist.
Night after night, he watched from the darkness, his amber eyes reflecting the dim glow of streetlights. He didn’t know why he was drawn to this particular person, why the urge to be closer to them grew stronger with each passing hour. But tonight, the need was unbearable.
Silently, the werewolf slunk across the street toward the house in front of him, his heavy footsteps muffled by the thick grass. At this time of night, most of the neighborhood was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the predator in their midst. As he crept along the side of the house, his gaze fixed on an open window on the second story. He could hear the steady rhythm of their breathing, slow, deep, and unaware.
With strength and grace that defied his hulking form, the lupine figure leapt into the air and grabbed the windowsill, taking care not to hit the house. He pulled himself up, perching on the window. This was dangerous - reckless even - but the need pushed him forward.
As he slipped through the window, landing quietly on the soft carpet, he saw their sleeping form lying on the bed. For the first time in what felt like years, he was close enough to touch them, to feel the warmth radiating from their body, to inhale the scent that was driving him mad.
His breath grew shallow as he stood over them, their heartbeat echoing in his ears. He’d managed to fight these urges for weeks, holding back the beast within him that wanted nothing more to claim them, to bind them to him in the most primal way imaginable. But tonight, the struggle was over. The beast had won.
The werewolf crept closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving their face…their beautiful face. He was determined to ensure nothing ever happened to them. They stirred slightly, and the wolf froze, ready to leap for the window, but he felt a wave of relief upon seeing them merely shift onto their back, their mouth opening slightly. The hunger gnawed at him, but he managed to hold it at bay. This wasn’t about feeding - this was about something far more intimate…
The wolf could feel his arousal growing, his crimson member slowly beginning to rise from its sheath. He could scratch them, he could give them a small nick, but both of those options would involve hurting them. No, this was the only way to ensure they wouldn’t be hurt.
The wolf hesitated, his human side wrestling with the consequences of what he was about to do. Once he did this, there would be no going back. They would be bound to him, forever changed, thrust into a world of danger. But he couldn’t fight the urge any longer. The beast demanded it. The beast needed it.
With a soft growl, the werewolf gripped his member and began to slowly pump. He leaned in and inhaled their scent, stifling a moan as his cock jumped to life. It wouldn’t be long now. All he needed was a little bit. Moving closer, the wolf held his cock slightly over their mouth, and watched as a few small drops of pre leaked from the tip, landing in their slightly open mouth.
He pulled back quickly, wrenching his fanged hand from his stiff member, watching as they shifted slightly in their bed, a small moan escaping their lips. He could already sense the change beginning, the curse he had just introduced starting its slow, inevitable work. It would take time - days, maybe even weeks - but the process had begun.
Guilt gnawed at his human side, but the beast was satisfied. The werewolf stepped back toward the window, climbing back into the windowsill. He stayed there for a minute, watching them sleep, knowing that once they opened their eyes, nothing would ever be the same. With that, the werewolf leapt off the window and onto the ground, running off into the night.