Making a deal (Herself)

Venus gave a strained groan, finding it hard to believe that she was even thinking of doing this.

"I have a question for you before I decide. Do you know anything about a werewolf named Lycaon?"

She saw him pale, and his knees shake. That was answer enough for her. Not only did Lobo and Rondo know something about Lycaon, they were afraid of him.

"Yeah we know him. Watched him rip our sire to bits. Left us alive and gave us a warning. He sees himself as the king of werewolves. Has absolute control over himself and strong as hell. Kill the one who made us like this without even going into wolf form."

"I'm hunting him. You tell me what you know about him after this is over and I'll agree to let you use my body."

Lobo's eyes grew wide and he looked her up and down.

"Girl you might be able to handle me, but Lycaon is a real beast. He would kill you before you could do a damn thing."

"That is my problem not yours. So do we have a deal."

Lobo closed his eyes for a moment and then nodded.

"Yes, but if you want that information you're going to have to put up with a little extra."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that if I feel like it, I'm going to transform and show you the real meaning of "Doggy Style!"

Her eyes grew wide with shock but before she could protest he was holding her again. One arm had wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him while his free hand found its way up to her ample D cup breasts and began fondling her through her loose shirt. Normally she would have worn leather armor to go up against a werewolf, but she had left it behind hoping to use stealth to catch Rondo off guard. The werewolf's big hand had not resistance as it cupped and squeezed her tits.

She moaned softly, feeling her body begin to betray her as her nipples became hard under her shirt and her pussy began to grow damp. Lobo leand down and kissed her, his tongue probing into her mouth and seeking out her own tongue.

When he broke the kiss, she was panting and shaking and her hands were pressed against his bare, scar covered chest. She had not told him she was a virgin. Hunting Lycaon had so filled her life that she never had taken the time to enjoy some of life's more tempting pleasures. She could feel her body reacting to him in ways she did not want to admit, but it was already too late to back out.

He smiled at her, and she knew he could smell the arousal from her pussy. Oh yes, her body was willing, even if she was afraid.