Take the risk and cast the divination

Aaralon was sure of two things; nothing human had attacked the farm house and Gerald wouldn't be able to detect his high magic divination.

While Gerald moved around the ruins of the room, pretending to know about crime scene investigation and Pel was distracted by the show, Aaralon muttered the short divination cantrip.

The layers of time parted for Aaralon's gaze. Although he couldn't move or change his point of view from where he currently stood see what happened.

Elisabeth was at the table with her father. The farm house doors tore open and a huge werewolf, the size of a horse, burst in. The missing farmer's wife followed calmly from behind.

Aaralon released he couldn't hear what was said either. He could only watch. The farmer's wife said something that made both her daughter and husband shy back in horror, fleeing the kitchen table and retreating to a corner.

Next, while the giant werewolf snarled at the two terrified family members, the wife dropped to her knees and began to suck it's cock. She petted the monster so carefully, tracing her fingers through its fur, before circling down to between its legs and urging the huge wolf dick to emerge erect and proud. She dipped her head under the beast's stomach and while her daughter and husband watched bobbed her head back and forth, lapping at the pink shaft of flesh.

The father tried to run. The werewolf pounced, knocking the wife to the ground and landing on the man. In a second the farmer was dead. Blood oozed from the monster's teeth.

The wife recovered, tore her skirts off and bent herself over the upturned kitchen table. The werewolf monster came to her and mounted her from behind. She squirmed against the fur covered giant body, impaling herself on the canine cock.