He puts the women to bed. He observes a neighbour.

Hunter lay watching the women, his knot still trapping him inside his wife's cunt as his cock kept pumping cream into her. When it finally relaxed, his flaccid meat slid out of her, followed by a gush of semen. Jess barely moved, murmuring softly in her exhausted sleep. Beside her Erica and Lyndsey lay slumped and worn out, Erica's eyelids flickering as she fought to keep them open.

He slid off the bed and padded to where he'd piled his clothes when he changed. He found his flash and went to a spare room, using it to transform back to human, the effort leaving him gasping on the floor as he recovered his senses. He had to find a way to deal with these involuntary transformations, he reminded himself, and also with the growing bloodlust that he struggled to control.

But that was for tomorrow or another day. Tonight he returned to the bedroom, finding the women sprawled and asleep, breathing deeply and contentedly on the bed. He thought about snuggling down with them, but he was on edge and he knew sleep would not come quickly. Instead he found a quilt in the closet and covered their sleeping nakedness, smiling as they murmured happily.

He turned the light off and as the room darkened he noticed lights on in the house that backed onto his. Mildly curious he went to the window and looked out. The house was owned by Samantha, a recently divorced single mother. A pleasant enough woman with a pretty teen daughter, they had exchanged pleasantries over the back hedge from time to time. Her husband, her ex-husband had treated her badly, and she had come away from the divorce settlement with full possession of the house.

Hunter's improved vision gave him a clear view into an upstairs bedroom. From what he could see of the posters on the walls it belonged to Danika, the daughter, a lissome honey blonde who sometimes brightened the neighbourhood by sunbathing in scanty bikinis. He was about to turn away when the girl herself appeared in the window, naked, her skin glowing in the light. He watched as she fondled her breasts, biting her lips as she teased and caressed them, then sliding one hand down her belly until she found her lightly furred mound.

Hunter's cock stiffened as he watched, remembering how Danika liked to show off when she sunbathed, often letting a pert teen tit slip out of her bikini. Irritated, Jess had spoken to Samantha about her daughter, but the woman seemed to be overwhelmed by being a single mother, and the girl's behaviour did not change.

He wondered if this display was aimed at him, or whether it was unintentional. He suspected the latter, but he wouldn't put it past the precocious teen to show off for whoever might be watching. As he kept watching and his cock kept hardening he found that he was growling low in his throat.

From the lights on in the lower floors, it looked like Samantha was still up.

Perhaps, he thought, he should pay a neighbourly visit and talk to her about Danika's exhibitionism. Perhaps he would have some effect where Jess had not.