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The blond man, no longer in werewolf form, bent over Elizabeth's body and whispered something to her. Aaralon watched the farmer's daughter protest, trying to squirm free, but her former lover kept her head pressed closely to her mother's cum drenched cunt.

She began to lick. Slowly at first but with growing enthusiasm, Elizabeth surrendered herself to the instructions she'd been given and ate out her own mother.

From where Aaralon stood he had a good view of the daughter's head bobbing up and down between the other woman's cum coated thighs. On the table Elizabeth's mother only responded by grabbing her own breasts and squeezing.

It was just starting for Elizabeth. Behind her, the man who had killed her father, flicked up her skirts to expose her white panties. The supernatural murderer kept one hand on the back of Elizabeth's head and used the other to tear off the thin fabric.

The blonde man slapped Elizabeth's backside, leaving a red hand print, then stepped closer to slide his cock into her pussy from behind.

The man was strong. Aaralon couldn't hear a thing but he could see the farm house table shake as Elizabeth was pounded with her face all but pinned to her mother's soaking pussy.

It didn't take long for the man to cum. He had no regard for the farmer's daughter's own pleasure. He was just using her body as a toy.

Violently, the man rolled Elizabeth off the table and let her fall on the floor. He said something and the mother began to stir, sitting up and slipping out of her own ruined clothes.

It was the mother who seemed to be in control now. In response to something she said the wolfman fell to the floor beside Elizabeth. Unlike the daughter, he wasn't crying, his body was twitching and shaking as the werewolf transformation took hold again.

Aaralon had never seen a werewolf then before. It was an unpleasant sight as flesh and bone tore, broke and rendered itself.