A change. And a sharp lesson in pain.

Hunter kept thrusting, railing Erica as she shuddered and writhed on his impaling cock, her face crazed with orgasm. He held her hips in his strong hands, feeling immensely powerful, savouring the thought that she was only the first of the three women he would sample this night. His cock felt a yard long inside the quivering brunette, and she clawed and slapped at the couch as she came, turned into a frenzied lust monster by his pounding meat.

He felt a sudden warm, wet pressure on his balls, and glanced over his shoulder to find Lyndsey's head buried between his thighs as Jess gobbled her cunt. He groaned as he felt her probing tongue explore his ball sack, then growled as she sucked one of his heavy eggs into her mouth.

"FUCK!" he roared at the sensation, pumping harder into Erica's trembling body. He squeezed her ass harder with strong hands, making her squeal louder as his shaft plumbed her depths. He felt a rippling through his own body, a sick unstoppable change as he started to transform.

He fought against it, willing it to stop and reverse, but it was no use. He could see his hands turning to claws, feel the rippling as his body changed, all the while continuing to fuck Erica's brains out. It took every effort of his will to stop the transformation at the midway point to full wolf, and he threw back his head and howled at the ceiling, letting go of Erica's rump as he celebrated and cursed his lupine form.

"Oh My God!" shrieked Erica, looking over her shoulder in horror and frantically scrambling away from him. She fell to the floor, then gathered herself and backed up, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at the monster that Hunter had become.

"It's alright Erica!" Lyndsey called, but the brunette wasn't listening. Hunter stood, growling softly in what he meant as reassurance, reaching out one clawed hand to comfort the terrified woman.

"Get Away!" she screamed, snatching up a candlestick to protect herself. "What Are You? Get Away!"

Hunter growled, taking a step closer, meaning to scoop her into his arms and comfort her until she calmed. Screaming, she lashed out with the candlestick, landing a blow across his temple.

The pain was incredible, as though a searing hot iron had been laid across his skull. With a roar of agony, Hunter fell to his knees, clutching his head, realising that the candlestick was silver, one of those given to him and Jess on their wedding day.

Silver! Fuck! Dunnigan had said something about silver, he remembered, seeing Erica raise the candlestick again and raising a hand to ward off a second blow. This one caught his forearm, and for a moment the agony was so sharp he thought it was broken.

Snarling with rage and agony he saw Erica drop the candlestick and flee, racing naked from the room and shrieking with panic.