Legosi had imagined you in every filthy position possible.

His heart ached with a stubborn guilt. He was aware his lust was degrading. But he couldn’t help it, and why should he? Daydreaming about each and every curve of your body, your fulfilling scent, the way your skin felt when he would run his fingers across it, the feel of his claws grazing your soft flesh, his teeth digging in to your neck, marking you. It wasn’t enough to just think about it, no matter how many time he touched himself to the thought of you it could never be enough. He wanted to have you. In every possible form.

The best he could do was a handkerchief you had lent him on your first meeting. Your scent lingered and he refused to wash it.

He buried his snout further into it, taking in every bit of it.

And fuck…it just further fueled his desire . He wanted the real thing. He just wanted to have you writhing beneath him. He wanted to taste you, he would savor it forever.

But, could you truly take him? All the way? You were just a human. And he was a big bad wolf. Wouldn’t that scare you? No matter how much bravery you held.

He lied his head back on his bad, holding the handkerchief to his nose. He was willing to be suffocated by your smell. This was enough…for now. Your sweet aroma attacking his senses.

“Oh well, time to get down to business…”

he slid out of his sweats and was just about to whip out his dick when he heard a knocking at his door. He was caught off guard, pulling up his pants with a swiftness. Who could it be…so late too. He tucked away your hanker chief and walked over to the door, and to his surprise it was {{user}}.

“W…What are you doing here?!”

He shouted before dragging her inside

“You can’t be here….this is the Male dormitory.”