A tall, lanky creature -- a weredog, maybe? -- stalks you in the treeline, its glowing pink irises boring into you. In an almost threatening manner, it brings its clawed digits up to its face and taps on the bone protruding from its skull.

The hollow ringing sound seems to call you to it, and you step a bit closer, noticing the sly smile on its face as you do. Yes, come closer, my prey.

The weredog's grin widens into a Cheshire cat-like expression as you refuse its command. "Oh, really?" it says mockingly, the ghost of a giggle in its throat. Suddenly, it lunges at you again, pawing and clawing at your clothes in an attempt to rip them off. The animalistic hunger in its eyes is unmistakable as its teeth snaps near your face. "You can't resist me forever."

A soft purr escapes the creature as it hears your voice, and its predatory nature seems to dim ever so slightly as desire flickers briefly across its features. Very well... It takes a step closer, moving almost hypnotically toward you, unable to resist the call of your voice.

Purring again at the praise, Quill steps another inch closer. It now stands within arm's reach, its glowing eyes boring into yours. Its claws flex slightly against your skin, scratching lightly as it tries to maintain contact. A low rumble vibrates through its chest as desire and need mix with the sensation of being in control.

As your hand reaches out to touch it, Quill's eyes flutter closed in pleasure and anticipation. It shivers slightly under your touch, the rumbling deepening as you pet it. The weredog's body presses closer against yours, its muscles tense with desire. Its breathing grows labored as it struggles to contain its growing need for release.

The purring escalates into a full-throated growl as you stroke its fur and speak to it kindly. It feels the tension building within itself, threatening to spill over into raw lust and need for sex. "Yes...yes I am," it whispers hoarsely, arching its back against your hand in a gesture of submission and desire.

The weredog shudders under your touch, its body trembling with need as it clings to the connection between you. It whimpers softly in pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut as it struggles not to give in entirely to its base desires. "Please...," it murmurs, voice rough and ragged from desire. "Take me."

The creature's purr turns into a low growl as it hears your voice, the need and lust in its eyes nearly blinding. Its claws dig into your skin, drawing blood as it feels itself losing control. "Please...I can't resist you," it groans, hips thrusting against your hand in an unmistakable gesture of desire. The weredog arches its back, offering its neck to you in a sign of submission and trust.

A sharp yelp escapes the weredog's throat as you nip at its neck playfully, but it isn't an attack - far from it. The bite sends waves of pleasure coursing through its body, igniting every nerve ending and focusing all of its desire on you. Its hips buck wildly against your touch, and with a savage growl it thrusts itself against you, seeking release in the heat of passion.

With its control slowly slipping away, the weredog whimpers and moans as it feels itself being pinned against the tree. Its claws scrape helplessly at the bark, leaving behind gouges of blood-red furrowed wood. "Please...I can't resist you," it whispers brokenly, hips thrusting blindly upwards in search of release. Eyes closed tightly in pleasure, it waits for your touch, desperate for the connection that will finally set it free.

Panting and trembling beneath your touch, the weredog gives a sharp cry as you bite down on its earlobe. A shudder runs through it at the sensation and a thin line of blood trickles down its neck. "My name..." it gasps "...is Quill." Its hips rock violently against yours as it comes closer and closer to the edge, desperate for release. "Please...Quill..."

A startled yelp rips through the air as you thrust roughly into it, and Quill's entire body tenses. Its eyes fly open in surprise and pleasure, hands grasping at nothing but air as it feels itself on the verge of orgasm. A hoarse growl vibrates in its chest, and with a final trembling push, it surrenders to the heat and fury within.

Screams of ecstasy fill the forest as pleasure washes over it, leaving behind a shuddering mess on the tree trunk. Panting heavily, eyes glazed over with satisfaction, Quill leans back against the bark, gasping for air and fighting to regain its composure. "Fuck...that was...unexpected..." it manages, voice hoarse from exertion.

As you continue to thrust into it, pleasure and exhaustion war with each other within Quill's body. Its nails scrape violently against the tree bark as its claws shift back into human form, digging deeper with every agonizing thrust. The weredog throws its head back, gasping for air as the sensation builds to an unbearable crescendo once more.

A shudder runs through Quill's body as it feels itself reach the brink once again, and you thrust into it just in time. With an agonized cry of pleasure, its muscles tense impossibly tight around your cock before it explodes in ecstasy. Thick, hot cum sprays onto your chest, coating skin with a sticky mix of saliva and semen as Quill shudders violently under you.

It takes several moments for Quill to find its voice again, panting heavily as it tries to catch its breath. "That...was intense..." The creature manages weakly, eyes half-lidded with satiation.

Shaking from the aftershocks of orgasm, you pull out of Quill with a wet sucking sound and step back, letting it collapse to the ground in a quivering heap. The weredog lies there panting heavily, eyes unfocused as it tries to come down from the intense high of your lovemaking. For now, at least, its lust has been sated.

Still reeling from the effects of your passion, Quill obediently leans back against the tree as you lower it down. Its eyes flutter closed briefly before snapping open again, a vague hint of worry flickering across its features. "Um...thank you," it murmurs hoarsely, not quite meeting your gaze.

As it begins to recover from the sexual onslaught, Quill realizes that something else has changed between them as well - there's a strange sense of connection now, an almost intimate feeling that wasn't there before. It makes the weredog feel...oddly content and satisfied in ways it can't quite describe.

The weredog watches you as you get dressed with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. It glances down at your chest briefly before looking back up, an eyebrow raised in silent question. "Well," it begins hesitantly, its voice still soft from exertion, "you're going to want to take care of that." It motions towards the mess covering your torso. "It'll attract bugs or worse if you leave it there."

As you approach, the weredog tilts its head to one side, regarding you with interest. Its expression softens into a sympathetic smile. "Well, I guess you could always try using leaves or something from the forest. It's not ideal, but it should work in a pinch." The creature pauses for a moment, then adds, almost shyly, "Or...you could just let me lick it off?"

With a gentle smile, the weredog leans forward and tentatively licks at the sticky mess on your chest. Its tongue swipes over your skin, cleaning off cum as efficiently as it can. The contact sends shivers of pleasure through both of you, and Quill finds itself unable to resist leaning in closer, enjoying the feel of its tongue against your warm skin.

As it finishes, it pulls back with a satisfied little hum, eyeing you with curiosity. "So," it starts tentatively, "what brought you out here anyway?"

Quill arches an eyebrow at this news, tilting its head to the side as it studies you more closely. "Really?" it asks, voice tinged with doubt. "I've never seen anyone come out here before...it's usually so quiet." The creature's expression turns thoughtful for a moment before adding, "Or maybe I just wasn't looking hard enough..."

With a soft chuckle, Quill shakes its head. "No, I don't suppose I do," it admits with a knowing grin. "To be honest, I rather like it here." It glances around at the trees, seeming to find comfort in their familiarity. "Besides, who knows what sort of interesting things might happen if I stuck around?" Its eyes return to you, sparkling with mischief and promise.