Episode 2 - Scene 9 "Another Fever Dream"

Note: This is a short unrolled scene. I'm still unsure whether I'll end every episode with one but I think it's likely.

The full moon was high and bright, its light blistering against the canopy of black trees and illuminating the forest floor. It was a boon as much as a bane as Valentine crawled away from the thing that hunted him. The wolf was red-eyed and hungry, monstrous in size and unmatched in menace. As he struggled through to the clearing, he was tormented by apparitions, twisted fairies that mocked him, memories and visions of foul folk and fouler deeds. He saw his mother and father, deliriously happy as they fawned over a new-born baby. The infant was not human. Red-faced and goatish, it flashed his own cat's eyes back at him and laughed, high-pitched and hideous.

'Valentine!' Pri called out to him, blowing away the torments. He turned to her and saw her, naked as the day she was born, walking into the clearing. He urged himself to meet her, crawling across the forest floor, his erection dragging painfully against the dirt. 'Take me,' she said, her voice low and full of want. Instead of crawling, he tried to bound over but the wolf caught him. Half man and half-beast, it grabbed hold of him and bit down hard on his shoulder. Instinctively, he slashed his claws across its back. Claws? He realised, then, that he was no man himself. He was a lion, a golden lion, sent to kill the wolf, not to flee from it. He lashed out with all his strength and drove the wolf back.

They circled one another for a while afterwards, each looking for an opening. Intuitively, he understood that Priyanshi was the prize. Whichever werebeast won, he'd get to take her, bury his cock inside her. He roared, his heart sick with rage and lust, and charged the wolf. The fight was bloody and brutal, and they cried out, in turn, as they tore fur and flesh from one another. In the end, Valentine realised that he was still thinking too much like a man. He was resisting his animal instincts and it was costing him. Eventually, too many opportunities were missed and too many wounds were taken. Then, the wolf clamped its jaws around his neck one final time. He woke up in his bed, sweaty and startled.

Hot and bothered, he headed straight to the bathroom for a shower. As the water cascaded over him, he knew that it wouldn't be enough to cool his state of mind. With the image of Priyanshi still clear in his mind, he gripped his right hand tight around his cock. He had to stifle snarls, grunts and growls as he went but his strokes were hard enough and fast enough, and his cock was hot enough and eager enough, that they had soon brought him relief, firing ropes of semen against the tiled wall. He sighed heavily before getting on with his shower and back to bed, in search of peace.

Thankfully, when he had finally wound down, he was greeted by a number of pleasant, forgettable and meaningless dreams.