Poolside Prey - Vignette (Patreon)

There had always been something about Dan. He had a way of hanging around the edge of her circles, mysterious and utterly handsome. He was the coolest guy and everyone wanted to be his friend, but he always remained aloof, just watching. And he always seemed to be watching Layna. His eyes had always captivated her, along with his wild good looks. Surfers tended to have that devil-may-care vibe, but Dan took it to a whole new level. Layna had been panting after him for years. 

So when, out of the blue, he approached her and invited her to a private midnight pool party for two at his bungalow, Layna had leapt at the chance. 

They had flirted heavily from the moment she arrived, but she wasn't going to give it to him easily. He was going to have to work for it. After all, she had been chasing him for months, trying to catch his eye. Now that she had caught it she intended to make him work for it.

All was going to plan until the moon rose, fat and full through the palm trees, and Dan changed. He became a massive beast. A monster. A werewolf.

Layna had tried to run but he had brought her down with ease. She just knew she was going to be his next meal. He crouched over her, his bright, predatory eyes roving all over her body, his huge erection straining as he panted softly. But he didn't lunge, didn't seize her with his huge, terrifying jaws and rip her to shreds. Instead he gently tugged her bikini from her body and began to taste her with his long tongue. 

Layna lay frozen, afraid to move as the giant beast lapped at her skin, paying close attention to her breasts, and then lower. Lower still. And then the creature settled down between her legs and used that large tongue on her most sensitive parts.

Layna couldn't help the explosive moan that burst from her, and the creature rumbled in response. He purred like a cat as he lapped at her, sometimes using that long tongue to slip deep up inside of her. It was the most amazing thing Layna had ever experienced. When she came it was so hard that she screamed and saw stars. And the beast kept going, holding her firm while he kept at it with a voracious appetite. That firm, velvet tongue stroking, licking, swirling, and delving until she came apart again and again.

Who knew being devoured by a werewolf could be the best experience a girl could ever have? 

I just got back from an impromptu vacation of sorts in Southern California and this scenario just popped into my head. I was amused by it, and I hope you enjoyed it too ;)

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