The Main Character: Sister Luna, the Werewolf Dominator

A pale blue light shown down from a clear sky. The lidless blue eye of twilight and shadow cast dancing beams of muted celestial radiance racing over the meadow. Below, in the dark, twisting shadows of ancient trees, footsteps and howls…

I am Luna Wraith, Exterminatus Senioris of the Ordos Rojas Sistorum, and I’ve fucked up…

I thought the wards I’d placed around our camp would warn us of danger. I thought the magic of the lunaris stone, hanging around my neck, would be enough to ward off evil for at least one, clear, moonlit night. Apologies, dear reader, pardon a moment…

The meadow lit with a momentary flash of blinding light and three members of the pursuing pack of Timberwolves fell to the ground, smoking craters where their heads had once been. Howls of anger filled the air and the figure in the torn red-cloak turned and continued to run.

Where was I? Right, the camp site. Unfortunately it appears the beast we’ve been stalking, a werewolf primus, one of Fenrir’s first born, was more crafty than I gave him credit for. I’d nearly paid for that mistake with my life, at least two of my fellow sisters had, and the other ones? I shudder to think of the ways these foul werewolves are even now likely abusing them to sate their evil, carnal hungers. Ah, thank the Goddess, it’s charged again, blessed moonlight, I might survive this yet… Beg pardon, one moment.

The fleeing form, a red shadow against the dark green backdrop of the meadow put on another burst of speed, increasing the ever closing gap by a few scant meters. Behind her, a dozen feral, canine forms leapt and howled and sprinted after her, their dark grey fur shining in the light of a full moon.

“Sanctos Sanctorum!” a bubble of white light erupted form the ground and the red-cloaked figure stopped in its center and fell to her knees, white light blazing from a fist-sized stone hanging around her neck. The pursuing pack howled in anger as they rebounded form the **** dome, unable to penetrate beyond the curtain of white light. In rage, they encircled the dome and began stalking around it, testing tis strength, hurling themselves against it, claws and teeth flashing with bloodlust.

Well, that should buy us a few precious moments, long enough for another, more intricate spell.

The figure in the dome’s center began removing her red cloak, then her black-leather top and tight-formfitting leather pants. She tossed them out in front of her in separate piles. Then she shimmied out of her rose colored thong and unfastened the many straps of her black-leather bra. Beauteous orbs of soft, pale flesh, the size of cantaloupes, bounced free to the kiss of the cold, night air. Her nipples stiffened, standing a full inch off her pert breasts, pushing themselves out against the moonlight, begging to be kneeded and pressed, pulled and pinched and sucked and—

Ok, I think they get the point. Seriously, you men are so obsessed with my chest.

The woman in the dome grabbed her own ass, spanking one cheek then the other as she shook it suggestively at the wolves outside the dome.

“Hey boys, this what you’re looking for?” she spread her pussy lips and stroked herself a few times, “oh yes, so many hungry wolf cocks all looking to get inot my nice, tight, wet, inviting holes.”

Well, that should inhibit their judgement.

The woman knelt down again and pressed a hand against each of her articles of clothing, “Illusia luneris,” she spoke softly. Then, she tossed the pants into the air in front of her.

Suddenly there was another woman in the dome with her, an exact copy of her perfect breasts, full ass, and inviting pussy, though this was in fact wearing the pants. It saluted her smartly and raced towards the edge of the dome and leapt over the heads of the wolves circling that side. The wolves raced off after it and in seconds had brought it down, tearing it to pieces as it dissolved into nothing more than a pair of leather pants.

“Ha ha!” the woman pointed at the wolves who had chased the clothing and laughed, “fetching like dogs, that’s hilarious!”

She spoke the magic words again, this time to her cloak, which leapt into the air and transformed into the image of a beautiful maiden, identical to her, wearing naught but a tattered red cloak which it clung to tightly as it leapt out of the dome over the heads of the wolves and raced into the night.

The dome shimmered as she passed through it and a single wolf chased after the girl, bringing her down with a flying leap only to find himself holding nothing but a red cloak.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!” The naked sister laughed, “you must be the pack idiot,” she chided as the wolf loped back to the dome, eyes glaring in annoyance and outrage.

“Let’s try it again, shall we? This dome should last a few seconds longer before it collapses and you all come inside and have your way with me.” Long lupine smiles with evil intelligence greeted her statement and she could already see that many of the wolves had become hard, their canine cocks extended from their sheaths in anticipation.

“Illusial luneris,” the woman spoke again and this time tossed her bra in the air. Another copy of herself appeared, wearing only a bra which the new sister tightened down hard before leaping over the heads of the wolves and rushing off into the night. This time no wolf pursued it and a few of them let out laughing barks. The dome began to fade away.