A werewolf

You sob in horror as the beast makes its presence known. Bristling black fur looms from the bushes and into the clearing. Yellow eyes gleam hungrily in the red moonlight and a muzzle curls back over bone white fangs. It hunches slightly as it stalks in, as though it couldn’t quite decide whether it was supposed to move on all four claw tipped limbs or just two legs. Sharp ears – one of them notched – swivel warily about.

A werewolf.

Neither monster nor man, it was possibly the worst thing that could come. Your powers over monsters won’t work on this creature well if at all, and you can’t reason with it either thanks to its bestial transformation. You can’t help but shudder as its black nose twitches, scenting your arousal Helga had ****. A long head turned towards you, and to your horror you can see an almost human smile curl the canine lips and something hungry flash in those yellow eyes.

You struggle against the ropes though you know it’s useless. The werewolf circles you, as if still checking for danger, or perhaps to get a good look at the rest of your naked form. Evidently it’s satisfied on both counts, for it coils closer like a noose until it stands right in front of you. Squeezing back as if you could vanish within the tree, you watch with horrified eyes as the werewolf rises onto two legs, looming over you and momentarily blotting out the moon.

Despite the shadows, you can still see its smile. Your breath catches in your throat when even worse, you feel something rigid pressing against your leg.

In desperation, you gasp out a **** greeting.