Have some fun with the girl. After all, I'm a monster...

The secret passage was dark and narrow. William propped the girl between himself and the wall and, with a few strong tugs, ripped her dress down and away, revealing smooth white flesh. He growled deep in his throat. Some part of him still hesitated, but the animal urges welled up. He pawed her **** body, his calloused hands sliding over her soft curves. She was beginning to stir, so he clapped a hand over her mouth again. Her eyes went wide and he snarled at her: "Don't scream."

She resisted a little as he tugged her legs apart, but she wasn't nearly strong enough. His hard prick throbbed as the cool air in the hidden corridor raised goosebumps on him. The girl cried out when he stuck it in, but he pressed her against the wall harder and wrapped a hand around her throat for good measure, squeezing until her face went red. She slapped at his wrist, begging for air, but he ignored her, pumping her tight, hot body over and over. The smell of her cunt permeated the air and her lower lips sucked wetly at him even as she struggled. He heard the gasping wheeze of her strangling lungs begging for air, any air...William relaxed his grip on her throat and she sucked in a breath too hard and too fast and then went limp, **** again in his grip. He didn't care.

As he fucked the helpless girl, William felt himself change. The monster inside of him was coming out. Even now he felt his hands twist into paws and his teeth become long and jagged. In the darkness of the corridor his eyes gleamed yellow and a cry like the long, lonely howl of a wolf welled up inside of him. He held the girl so tightly she might break and his cock was surging inside of her. The smell of her body, so warm and alive, was too much to resist. He lowered his muzzle to her throat, prepared to tear her apart and gnaw the best bits until there was nothing left and maybe, maybe the beast inside would be satisfied at least for a little while...

And then his cock spasmed again and spurted, releasing his lust and pent-up anger in a hot, gratifying tide, and then he was in his right mind again. Chastising himself, he pulled out of the girl, dressed himself, and then dressed her in a hurry. What a fool he'd been; he'd almost spoiled the entire job right then and there. He had to be sure to keep control of himself at all times. If he let the werewolf's curse take over at the wrong moment, everything would be ruined. Feeling naked and foolish, he slung the limp girl over his shoulder and headed back down into the dark, yawning catacombs to deliver her. When he arrived he expected the Phantom to be angry at her state, but he said nothing, simply laying her out on the bed. "You've got yours, now where's mine?" William said.

He held his breath, waiting for a trick or a trap to be sprung, but the Phantom delivered, finding a heavy bronze chest and opening it to reveal a splintering wooden one within, and inside a scroll of ancient papyrus. "The Scroll of Thoth," the Phantom said. "Yours, with my compliments."

"Keep them," said William, sliding the scroll into a hard case and tucking it under one arm. He felt a twinge of regret as he watched the Phantom lay the unwitting girl out in bed. But things are tough all over, he thought, and he turned and walked away.