Patience and further additions

"Wait a moment, love. I hear more..." you whisper, two other sets of footsteps reaching you. You can hear voices, all female, and somewhat slurred. Though it's clear they're trying to keep their voices down, their giggling grows louder as the smell of **** reaches your nose.

You glance down at Susan, grinning. "Seems your little girl has been doing something she shouldn't be. Recognize the other voices at all?"

She listens intently for a few moments before nodding. "Her posse. All three would breed well." Taking all three will certainly present more difficulties than one, but not impossible with the right mix of caution and stealth. Their inebriation should facilitate the opportunities you'll need.

You can hear them rustling around downstairs, trying and failing to be quiet as the **** impairs their movements and restraint. They're obviously happy drunks by the sheer volume of giggling they're producing, and no sign that they recognize anything is amiss appears.

You suckle greedily for a few minutes longer, Susan going into a little more detail about the two new girls. One was a rather small and unassuming brunette named Gwen, decent tits and figure, but at only 5'1", Susan seemed a bit concerned that she might be too small for you. The other, the leader of the group named Sofia, was a saucy black woman with ample cleavage and curves in all the right places. You laugh to yourself as Susan tells you she's pretty sure Sofia is at least playing for both teams, if not an outright lesbian. You have no idea how you might effect her, but given the way Susan is reacting to the thought of sharing you with her own daughter and two of her friends, it seems promising.

You hear them move into the living room, wondering how the heavy musk from your mating of Susan will effect them. You hear the popping of a champagne cork and the clinking of glasses, and a few wayward comments about something smelling really good. Most of it is idle chitchat and gossip in between the fits of laughter, but soon enough it quiets down. At last you hear what you hoped for as Tami moans under the kisses of one or both of them. The couch shifts and clothes are tossed about, and soon enough you can hear that at least two of them are really getting into each other.

The urge to head down and join in is near irresistible, but exposure tempers your lust. Your ears perk up at the sound of footsteps headed up, and both you and Susan can tell that one of them has wandered off as the other two make out. You peek out of the door and see Gwen walk by and head into the bathroom. She really is quite small, maybe a third your size at best, but health, youth, and fertility ooze off of her. She's dressed in a miniskirt and a top that could pass for a bikini, exposing a great deal of her body to your gaze. You can see her face and chest are quite red as she enters the bathroom, lipstick in several places on her face, just above the cup of her top, and on her stomach. By the look of things, Tami and Sofia had tried to get her in on their fun but ended up flustering her a bit.

Though the disappointment that she won't be assisting in the capture is clear, Susan agrees to stay in her room for now. You move down the darkened hallway, the sounds of the enjoyment downstairs turning you on even further. The sound of water splashing lets you open the door slightly without alerting your prey. You see her washing her face, her top already off and the lipstick there gone, waiting for the moment to strike. When she puts the towel to her face and sighs into it, you make your move.

The door opens almost without noise, and you are on her in the blink of an eye. One paw wraps around her head, pressing the towel in and muffling her scream as the other arm wraps around her torso, pinning her arms against her chest. Your body presses against hers, making flailing her legs difficult, but she freezes at your growl. You push the door closed softly with one leg, letting her feel the strength of the grip you hold her in for a moment before you continue.

You know exactly when she realizes what is being pressed into her back by the gasp and whimper. Your tongue rolls out of your mouth as you bend over, licking up her neck and into her hair, leaving a trail of saliva along it and getting a good taste of her. Still covering her mouth, you let the towel fall from her eyes and give her her first good look at you. The wide eyed disbelief reminds you of Amy's reaction, as does the hyperventilation and subsequent fainting.

It's not every day you're assaulted by a 9 ft tall werewolf, so her reaction is understandable. Still, it's fortuitous in one way. Now you have a chance to do with her what you want until you decide how best to go about changing her. You can smell her arousal from the events of downstairs, and you fully plan on making use of her body's already heightened state to your advantage.