Sleep with her. After all, she asked for it.

"Fine." He turned back to the girl. "Let's get this over with."

"Words every woman longs to hear."

"This whole thing makes me sick, but come on already."

Ilonka shimmied out of her dress. A surge of wild, animal desire welled up in William, but he stifled it. That kind of thing could make him lose control, and nothing good ever happened when he lost control. She stopped to drink something from a flask. "Medicine," she explained, "to make sure that I get with child." He stripped himself down and there, in the darkness of the crypt, in that cold, lonely graveyard, he grabbed the Romni girl and took her into his arms as roughly as he could. She didn't flinch.

"I'm not frightened of you," she said.

"You should be."

He couldn't resist punctuating the words with a quick thrust that shoved the length of his cock straight up into her. She jerked in surprised and grabbed onto him, her small hands fumbling for a grip on his wide shoulders. William ran his hands over her, fondling her round ass and petite breasts, squeezing the wide, dark nipples. He was rougher than he had to be, but he was angry at this girl, feeling somehow she'd trapped him. He pushed her up against the wall so that the gritty stone rubbed her naked back and then slowly, forcefully, he fucked her.

It was a fine line to walk, getting the job done without losing control. One step over that line and Ilonka would find herself getting more of the werewolf's curse than she bargained for. She didn't speak but just made a series of little gasps as he put it in her over and over again. He wondered if this was her first time. Momentarily excited, he started to go faster. She felt fragile, although he suspected this was partly an act, and she was stronger than she was letting on. The wet smell of sex filled the mausoleum. He wondered whose bones they were screwing over, and he barked a laugh. It came out sounding more like a howl.

He held Ilonka very still, trapping her against the wall, as he went harder and faster, nearing the moment when he'd give in. Her face was wan and wet with sweat. William' pumped and thrust like a machine, ignoring the pain of exhaustion as he rode the girl. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his back for encouragement. Almost there. If he could just do it without losing himself completely. The curse was right behind his rising orgasm, and even now he began to lose himself to it, to feel the hot, wild abandon of bloodlust mix with the needful urge of sex. Another couple of seconds and it would be too late. Two seconds. Now just one! He couldn't hold it; he couldn't hold it; he couldn't--!

With a low growl deep in his throat William came, filling the girl up, and then he tossed her aside. She landed hard on the crypt stones, but there was no time for gentle pillow talk. William turned away so that the sight of her hot, soft flesh couldn't tempt him any further and, with a sense of exertion both physical and mental, he wrestled to keep control of himself. Half-stumbling, he left the cemetery, the bottle of tanna potion gripped so hard he feared he might break it. Somewhere out there, wolves were howling.

He wondered if Ilonka's plan would really work. Had he given her a gift? Or part of his curse? Maybe there wasn't a difference. Anyway, she had what she wanted, and he was closer to getting what he did. This job left a bad taste in this mouth, but it would all be worth it when it was over. He hoped.