If only it were that easy.

I had seen a wolfish creature the night before, and the scale of it had baffled.

The beast that came padding up to the woodsmen's house was nearly enough to rend my fucking mind. It was orange and white and black all-over, with emerald eyes that shone with their own light. It looked about five meters tall, with terrifyingly thick legs. It was about twice that length, with an extra meter of tail at least.

Cuanne had claimed Lochra was taking down trees to prevent the fire spreading, and I believed her. Judging by the size of those damned paws, she'd probably slapped the trees to the ground. It was ridiculous, it was absurd, it was a good thing I had no intention of being anywhere near her.

I watched from my perch at a second-floor window, cock in hand, as Lochra crossed the fence and shifted. In an instant the beast's form broke up, becoming a shimmering nimbus. A tall woman broke out of the golden cloud, running with wide eyes.

Her form was indistinct, clinging to the nimbus or part of it. It took a moment for her features to settle, and they were worth the wait.

Her skin was a rich golden shade, the sunkissed darkness of someone who spent many hours outdoors. She had curious orange hair that ran to white near the tips, mimicing the fur of her beast. She wasn’t an inch shorter than six foot, and I would bet she stood as tall as six-and-a-half.

While Cuanne was slender and graceful, this woman had the arms of an oarsman, and the legs like tree-trunks. She had impressive tits, large even relative to her scale, and a narrow waist that flared out to wide hips.

In short, she had a body more befitting a sculpture than a person.

She had black felid ears atop her orange mane, shoulder-length and styled back, and she wore a black tunic over brown trousers, filling every ounce with muscle and flesh.

I watched her approach Cuanne, concern writ in every gesture and saw her speak. She was asking questions, which Cuanne couldn’t answer through the cum she held in her mouth.

Cuanne went in, her body language warning enough for Lochra to dodge the black tar of my seed. Lochra eyes, a bright, bright, green followed the arc of my cum and smote Cuanne with a powerful backhand. The warrior-woman fell, and Lochra's eyes flickered around the area.

I retreated behind the windowsill, cold sweat on my brow. My first plan had failed, using Cuanne to deliver a dose.

Lochra caught sight of the door, noticing that it was opened a crack. I tracked her through my peripherals, and waited with baited breath.

I heard a loud noise from the floor below, but to my annoyance it wasnt the noise I'd been hoping for. I had been waiting for a clattering and a splash, the bloody pans falling from the top of the door and drenching Lochra.

What I heard was splintering wood and pair of impacts. Had she kicked the door off it's hinge?

I heard a footfall at the base of the stairs.

A dozen steps, and then a turn, and she'd be in my veiw.

I gave my cock one more stroke.

Then a flash of insight, and I threw myself out the window. I couldn’t trace the lines of logic that led me, but there was a single thought at it's start.

She doesnt care if she has to damage the house.

A golden light flashed from behind me, preceding sound and a shower of splintered wood. I hit the ground and looked up, pushing the pain down as it threatened to stun me.

Lochra stood at the window, a golden fog dissipating from around her left. She wore a furious mask, **** and **** flowed from her in an aura of bloodlust; it was so thick it was nearly a physical thing.

I pushed myself to standing, my cloven hooves shaking unsteadily. I spread my fingers out, all eight of them, and let my talons show.

"Nothing ever goes as fucking planned." I hissed from between my teeth. Lochra threw herself from the window, landing with bone-shattering ****, and raised her eyes.

Green eyes, hunter's eyes, shone with malice.