With Bobbi's corruption complete, his disguise was no longer necessary. Jim stroked the werewolf's fur with a massive clawed hand, not out of affection but satisfaction at seeing his power once again made manifest. The monstrous female panted in excitement at his touch, lupine folds dripping with lubrication.
Jim snickered through jagged fangs. He grabbed a handful of fur and impaled the she-wolf on his massive shaft. Bobbi yelped and howled as she was taken from behind like the rutting animal she now was.
As his fetid seed leaked onto the bed covers it smoldered on the fabric, its very existence an anathema to the world. With a mighty roar, Jim came into his pet, causing her to yelp in an overwhelming orgasm.
The knock on the door came shortly after.
“Bobbi, do you have wild dog loose in there or something?” came Cathy's annoyed and somewhat concerned voice.
“No, just me,” Jim answered in his normal, undemonic voice. “Come on in, I'll show you.”