predator

Lucille is practically howling, her breath coming in hot huffs. "Oh fuck yes! The predator and the prey! The terrifying thrill of the wilderness where the hiker is alone completely isolated and the beast is hungry! Taking a brave, outdoorsy lesbian who knows the trails and the trees and tearing into her soft neck to seed the lycanthropy! Turning her from a capable hiker into a massive, tits first, mindless werewolf cockslut!" She claps her hands together, delighted by the gore and the lewd transformation. "Let's watch that virus bite and breed!"

The setting is a dense, ancient forest, far off the beaten path. The trees are gnarled and thick, their branches interlacing to block out most of the moonlight, creating long, jagged shadows. The air is damp, smelling of pine resin, crushed ferns, rotting wood, and the sharp tang of animal musk.

Maya is an experienced hiker tough, fit, and fiercely independent. She chose this remote trail for the solitude and the challenge, enjoying the way the rough terrain felt under her hiking boots. She is a woman who is comfortable in the wild, confident in her instincts, and deeply fond of the thought of sharing these beautiful views with a girlfriend she hoped to bring here someday.

But she isn't alone.

The werewolf has been tracking her for miles. It is a hulking monstrosity seven feet of corded muscle, patchy fur, elongated claws, and yellowed fangs that drip a thick, frothy, infectious saliva. It moves through the undergrowth with impossible silence, despite its massive frame, padding on digitigrade haunches like the apex predator it is.

Maya hears the snap of a dry twig behind her that one sound that makes every instinct in her brain scream RUN but she is too slow. Before she can pivot or reach for her knife, the beast leaps from the ferns.

The werewolf slams into her back, its heavy weight knocking the breath clean out of her. The impact sends her sprawling onto the mossy floor, the damp green velvet feeling rough and wet against her thighs. Before she can scream, the creature has her pinned, one clawed hand pressing her face down into the decomposing leaves, holding her still.

The bite comes fast and brutal. The werewolf tilts its snout down, its jaws gaping wide, and sinks its fangs directly into the soft, vulnerable skin of her jugular the side of her neck.

The fangs pierce the epidermis easily, tearing into the vein with a wet, sucking sound. The frothy lycanthropic saliva floods into her bloodstream, hot and viscous, carrying the viral seed that will rewrite every single cell in her body.

"Nnngh Aaaah !" The scream is choked and strangled, ripped from her throat as the sharp points puncture the vein. The pain is horrific a burning, tearing sensation but it is immediately laced with a chemically induced, monstrous rush of arousal. The virus is designed to make the host crave the very thing that is destroying them.

As the werewolf pumps its saliva and its hardening cock into the space between her neck and her shoulder the bite and the rut happening all at once Maya's body begins to convulse. The lycanthropy is taking hold, rewriting her DNA with terrifying speed.

Her spine begins to crack and elongate, the vertebrae popping and extending, pushing outward against the fabric of her hiking shirt. Her thighs, previously lean and toned, start to swell, the muscle becoming thick, hairy, and lupine, stretching her pants until the seams begin to pop and shred.

Most noticeably, her tits begin to react to the viral flood. They swell rapidly, growing larger and heavier, the nipples hardening and poking through the material of her sports bra, becoming prominent and sensitive, like the tits of a feral, breeding female werewolf.

The werewolf grinds its hips hard into the cleft of her spine, its thick, furred cock finding the wetness that the saliva is creating where its fangs are dripping down the side of her throat. It fucks her with animalistic ferocity, each thrust driving the infection deeper into her system.