Feast

"Is that lovemakemakin' I hear?" Roared a voice from their kitchen. "You all best finish up. I've prepared a hearty feast for-" Sigurd paused as he entered the bedroom. His three hunting companions standing, limp-dicked around a beautiful girl, who knelt on the floor, still licking sperm off her face.

"What do we have here? Lass you're the finest specimen these poor sods 'ave ev'r brought in."

Monika, was still dazed from her romp with the three of them, and allowed Sigurd to help her to her feet.

"Come in and let me feed you, then we'll see about letting me taste a little honey."

"Oh well," she thought, "I've let three of them have me, what's the shame in entertaining one more."

Sigurd sat the five of them down for a meal of the venison stew he'd cooked up. They ate and praised him for having the best soups in all Skyrim. But once the meal was over, it was back to business.

"Helvid tells me you agreed to let me 'ave you in exchange for room and board." Sigurd announced to Monika.

"Well that's not what they said, I mean, I'm not staying here. I can't-"

"Oh, but of course you'll be staying in this great cabin. My father built this cabin you know, and..." Sigurd continued drowning out the sounds of cleaning up with his stories.

Monika figured it'd be best to fuck this guy now and get it over with. She straddled him and pushed his torso down onto the bench where they sat. Switching seamlessly from storytelling to coitus, Sigurd pulled his pants down, and showed her how to 69. They tried it on the bench, before taking things back into the bedroom. They weren't going at it long before Monika noticed something strange about Sigurd. Having only just lost her virginity today, she thought she must be experienced different men's reactions, but his breathing was already extremely rapid, and the muscles all over his body were throbbing. She looked up from her lover's shaft in time to see Bard shut the bedroom door, and heard it bolt from the outside. Sigurd flipped himself back on top of her with some difficulty, and began licking her chest. She relished the feeling of his long, bumpy tongue rollimg over her nipples. She clasped her hands in his and closed her eyes; it felt like he would hurt her, his grip was so strong. When his cock made it's first thrust, she suprised again by it's girth. She opened her eyes, and it dawned on her. Sigurd was changing. His hair not only covered his scalp and chin, but his entire torso. His knees were snapping backward in their sockets. She screamed for help, realizing that she was laying with a werewolf. His thrusting only picked up speed, stretching her beyond what she though she could take. He thrust his claws into the mattress, to avoid hurting her. His jaw was now filled with sharp teeth, bared at her as he growled, and made violent love to her.

She turned her face away, and shut her eyes tight once again. His pace increased until finally Sigurd filled her womb with his hybrid seed and howled up at the cieling.

Monika was ****.