Zoe, the were-panther

Your knuckles touch the door to Zoe’s room only once -- and the door flies open and something yanks you inside. In an instant, you are tossed onto the wide bed and a weight lands firmly atop you, pinning you at waist and wrists.

When your eyes focus, you see that Zoe has seized you -- but Zoe has changed. A fine coat of black fur covers her body from head to toe, soft and sleek. Her ears have become catlike, triangular and expressive. Beneath the fur, it’s still Zoe, you’re sure; you recognize her dark green eyes, though they are now slitted, like a cat’s ... and you recognize her slim, athletic figure, though her body is much closer to you now than it’s ever been.

She looks down at you, watching you closely. Her breathing is a little rapid; your eyes are drawn to the motion of her breasts. You see dark, erect nipples emerging from the thick of her fur.

“It’s a full moon tonight,” she says. “I’m starting to change. The beast is starting to take over.”

You recall what she told you about her blood thirst, and suddenly you feel the need to be out of this room. You try to move, but her strength is irresistible.

“Don’t,” she says. “Please. Just … wait. I don’t want to lose myself. I don’t want to spend from now until sunrise in the control of that … thing I turn into. I don’t want to rage and seethe and hunger all night.”

You’re not sure if you should dare speak. “What can you … can you stop it?”

She lowers her face a little closer to yours. “You could stop it. You could help me. Distract me. Make love to me, all night. Make me moan and shout and forget about the beast. I won’t change, not completely, if I keep … busy.”

The smell of her is hypnotic. She smells of pleasure and desire, like a dark, delicious heat that can only be satiated, but never extinguished. She may be part cat now, but she’s unclothed, and the weight of her hips on yours makes it easy to imagine what might be happening right now if your pants were off, and your cock was free, and if she shifted position, just a little …

Her feline eyes stare into yours, imploringly. “Will you help me?”