Jen couldn’t help but shudder at the touch of her Mistress, from the strokes of her serpentine tongue across her gore-coated face. “Just relax, sweet girl,” she spoke, which Jen was all too eager to do. She allowed herself to be gently pushed down onto the viscera-laden bed.
“Now, then,” Ms. Davidson mused aloud, “what gift would serve you best?” Her fingers traced Jen’s supple thighs, enticing the wolf out of the girl once more.
“Aahhh...I...like that. Do that some more,” she groaned.
Her dark benefactor unleashed a wide grin. “You’re making me so proud, Jennifer. Of course, I will...assuming you ask properly.” That marvelous tongue circled crimson lips once more, creating a blast furnace inside Jen’s sex.
“Do it...please,” Jen pleaded, sliding herself toward Ms. Davidson’s fingers. “Take me!”
“NO!” With frightening suddenness, the devil’s hand left Jen’s eager flesh and connected with her cheek in a hard slap. “You beg for nothing!” she screamed, her voice threaded with fury. “You are a werewolf, a beast and a warrior of Hell! Act like it, bitch!”
The twofold assault stung, and for only a moment, Jen wasn’t sure how to react.
Narrowed eyes and enraged grit of teeth showed the moment had soon passed. “I want my pussy licked! Right now!” The mirror behind Ms. Davidson showed her visage, not as a frightened girl with a curse, but as a stern, strong woman.
“Getting there,” her Mistress teased, edging back toward Jen’s willing quim.
Jen’s reflection showed her pupils flash an unholy red, right before she snarled and tackled her Mistress to the ground.
Ms. Davidson put up a token struggle beneath Jen’s squirming frame, as the heated beast girl squatted upon her face and sought purchase on those skilled lips. “Fuck me!” Jen growled, feeling her body begin to change again from her aroused anger. “I want the power, I want to cum!”
“That’s my girl,” Ms. Davidson proudly exclaimed, ravaging her charge with forked tongue.
Jen thrashed and howled, absorbing more dark power as she let her control slip further away. She found its loss easier to accept. After all, she was a werewolf, and a soulless, demon-touched one at that. Human wasn’t part of the description anymore.
Power seared her soulless frame, touching off a triple climax and a cacophony of howls. Slowly she came down, finding herself hefted from Ms. Davidson’s face as her breathless body returned to what passed for human form.
“Your reward, as promised,” Ms. Davidson whispered in her ear, taking her chin in dainty fingers and guiding Jen’s attention to her reflection. “Can you feel it, Jennifer?”
Jen took in her amber irises, ringing the flaring red of her pupils. “Yes,” she whispered, smiling wickedly.