Become a Familiar Face.

You set your pack down in the corner of your room, your mind plays over the wonderfully terrible things you could do to the daughter, or mother or even both! Your cock grows rigid as your imagination runs wild, you have to take a breath and calm yourself, this hunt needed pactience, and cunning. The beast within roared in disagreement, but you held your beastly urges back, there would be a time for that, but for now you had to become familiar to the people, a trusting friend. You leave your room and pass a seductive grin to the daughter, exiting to the outside. Gathering your surroundings you decide the best way to plan your victims and appear normal is too look for odd jobs around the town.

Your first stop is an old Windmill used to turn wheat to flour, the place is run by a gruff old man, and his young daugther. Much too young to be taken, but if you decide to turn her in a few years she could be yours, the man had plenty of work to do and offered a poor pay to help him. The price however did not matter, you had coin aplenty from the merchants and guards you had taken down. You accepted and worked your first two days at the mill, fixing the roof, loading heavy bags of flour and such, all while talking up the man about other work oppertunites in the town. He dropped a useful hint about a young woman who had just moved in and her house needed repair, a good chance to blend in, and if she caught your fancy she would be a less noticable target.

After your two days of helping around the mill, you searched down the woman, the old cottage she had bought was on the end of town. She was short, and a bit on the heavier side, however more meat ment a better meal you thought. Her curves were amazing due to this, her red, braided hair, and bright green eyes made her a siren in her own right. She stuttered and could barely get her words out when she first met you, seemed you had a strong effect on her. She offered a good amount of coin to do many house repairs, the jobs would take you at least a week to finish, but once more you accepted. You spent your days playing foreman as you turned her house into a home, the more you worked the more she made her own advances, wearing revealing clothes, bending over in the shortest of dresses in front of you, if anything she may take you before you could take her.

She had nearly shoved her hand down your pants several times before the week was up, but at the end you had not given into her. She seemed sad, but you gave her promises that you were staying longer, and that you would visit before you left, without being there to work. This left her smiling, and if your keen hunters nose was to judge, wet and excited as you moved onto your next job. By now the people knew you, greeted you and waved at you, the innkeepers daughter continued to flirt, and her mother seemed to be caught between stopping her daughter, and keeping from jumping you herself. In this time you had found your last job and target, you had went to buy supplies to find the local store was run by a brunette beauty, and her brother. She had fair skin, almost like a dolls, her hair was long and curly, framing her goregous glass blue eyes. She was polite and soft spoken, a girl you would really love turning into an animal, the biggest problem was her brother. He was a young hunter, gathering meats and furs to add to the store, he was keen sighted, clever and quiet, all the makings of a true hunter.

You could easily turn him, after all your pack needed to grow and if you wanted you had been known to take a man to bed ever now and then. On the other hand you could kill him, as he would be a constant threat to your rule once turned, unless you could keep him completely under control. While he was out hunting, you spent your time stocking shelves, loading and unloading goods from traveling merchants, and getting to know his sister. Although quiet, she loved humor, poetry, and books. Most hunters spend no time on these things, but the best hunters learn the different things to attract their prey, you spoke of grand plays you had seen, epic books you had read and retold the musings of the poets of the city. She was never forward like the redhead, but her cheeks always glowed rosey when you worked at the store, she always wore a soft smile when dealing with you.

You knew that she had fallen for you, and with extra effort you had managed to grow closer to her brother. He didnt have many hobbies, but he cared deeply for his sister, and making yourself out as over willing to help for free while he was away earned a good portion of his favor. You worked at the store for three weeks before you left. The town knew you well now, you had spent you free time making friends, helping others and being all around nice, even the elderly man you had spoke to first lightened up around you. That ment it was time, you thought as you walked into the Inn throwing a casual wave at the daughter, to her joy, and a wink to her mother. Both ladies faces were bright red, and the scent of their arousal laced thinly on the air, you closed the door to your room and smiled as your prick grew hard, time to start the hunt, but who was your first target?