Luna

The lower branches and undergrowth slapped into my chest as I ran through the dense forest. A fog was creeping up from the ground which would help me escape my followers. I stopped for a second and sniffed the cool air and licked my mouth. I could still taste the blood and as I began running again I remembered the sweet tasting flesh of my victim.

Then I heard the sound I most feared, dogs. Their barking was coming from far behind me but I knew they would have no problem tracking me. I had to do something to get away, something that would throw the hunters off track. Then I saw it, the moon reflected in the water that slowly moved in front of me. The river, I ran up to the edge of the water and looked across. I could swim it, that wasn’t the problem. I was worried that the hunters would catch up with me before I reached the other side if they did they would have easy shots.

I threw myself into the cold water and swam faster than I had ever done before. My legs churned as I swiftly slid across the river to the other side. When I felt stones I stopped swimming and was just about to jump up on the bank when a shot rang out.

I fell to the ground as the bullet hit my front leg, just under my shoulder. I got up again and made my way into the woods, hoping that the men following me didn’t have boats.

I was hurt and I knew I wouldn’t be able to run much further so I began to look for a place to hide, but I was too weak. My injured leg couldn’t carry my weight and I kept on falling over. In the end, I was too weak to get up so I tried to crawl but that didn’t take me very far before my eyelids dropped and everything went black.

*****

I woke up and saw a human man standing over me. He looked concerned and when he poked me with his walking cane I growled, hoping to scare him away. Instead, he bent down and slowly put out his hand. I sniffed it and then fell back; I was still too weak to get up.

He said something and his voice sounded kind and his eyes bore no sign of danger. I realized I needed his help, so I whined a bit and licked his hand. He laughed and then bent down to pick me up. He was strong for his size and when he turned around with me across his arms and began to walk along the trail I felt safe, at least as safe as a werewolf could feel in the arms of a human.

He took me to his home which was part of a tiny church. As he walked along the main street of the village people stared at us, but since no one said anything I figured they thought I was a large white dog. My fur is very fluffy and I have cold blue eyes that most of the time scared people off, which was fine since I loved the hunt.

The church was warm and he put me down on the kitchen table and then went away. I had regained some strength but I thought it better to continue playing badly hurt. He might give me some food and after that, I would make my escape.

When he came back he held a box, with a red cross in his hands. He put it down next to me and then took out a bottle and bandages.

While speaking he poured liquid on the bandage and then pressed it against the wound. I yelped and growled since it hurt.

He then proceeded to bandage my leg and when he was done he helped me down on the floor. My leg still hurt but I could walk on it. I sat on my haunches and tried to give him a puppy face but with my eyes, it is hard to do. He opened the fridge so he must have guessed what I wanted.

I smelt the wonderful fragrance of raw meat and when he put down a bowl of minced meat I finished it in seconds. A bowl of water was also offered which I drank slowly. When I was done he was sitting at the kitchen table watching me. I stared back at him but he didn’t turn away his gaze. This man wasn’t afraid of me, which was a new and exciting feeling.

I walked over to him and sitting down my head reached his chest, and I wondered how he could ever think I was a regular dog, but what did I care? He gave me food and drink. I gave his hand a lick and then went over to a corner and fell asleep.

Father George

As I prepared for sleep and said my nightly prayers, kneeling next to my bed, I included that beautiful, wounded canine I left sleeping in the living room. My petition was that she heals from her wound, that she would like me and stay around for a while.

The next morning, I awoke at my regular time, early, to go next door and say the daily mass. As I quietly left the rectory to walk next door to the sanctuary, she was still sleeping with a soft snore. Good, I thought, I am sure she needs the rest.

At the end of the service, after greeting the parishioners, I went back into my living room where I was greeted by a wagging tail and when I reached to pet her head, I was given a nice lick on my hand. Well, I thought, she must be feeling better and my prayers were working.

“Come on over to the kitchen sink, ah.. hmm,..what shall call you? Do you have a name?” Her silver, wolf-like ears perked up and she cocked her head at me as if to ask, “What is a name?” As I dished up some more raw meat and filled the water dish, I thought about it and looked at her carefully again. Her coat had become shinier through the night and she seemed to smile at me as I gave her the food. Her eyes had a dead blue color but behind them, I thought I saw something kind. There, that is it. I will call her Luna.

*****

I had sick calls to make in the village so I left her to sleep more but this time, on the rug near the fireplace. When I stopped at small bakery on the main street, I discovered that my new friend and I were the all the gossip. Some of them just hinted at the sight of me walking in last evening with a big dog in my arms. Old Joe, hanging out on the corner waiting for the pub to open was more direct. “Where’d you get the furry animal, you brought in, Father?” I did my best to give non-committal answers and went on my way.

As I walked back in the afternoon, my mind went back to villagers’ queries. I too wondered what kind of creature this was and why I liked her so much already. I began to worry because it even began to feel like an attraction. Thinking back to seeing her wounded and lying in the woods drenched with moonlight, I had stood there, mysteriously enthralled for a few minutes before I knelt down to see what was wrong. It was as if she had a kind of magic about her.

I opened the door to my home and looked around quickly just to make sure I hadn’t been dreaming. It was real, she was still by the fire and when she had heard me come in she lifted her head and I thought for sure, smiled at me again. She watched every single move I made as I put together a sandwich, got a beer from the icebox and sat at my small table for lunch.

After eating, I retreated to my reading chair in the living room and she got up to follow me. After I sat, she walked over and put her chin on my leg. “Hello, you beautiful thing. I am so glad you are feeling better.” She wagged her tail and nudged my hand to pet her. “What are you and where did you come from and why do I like you so much?” Her eyes stayed focused on me and she seemed to wait for me to answer myself.

Luna

I sat on my haunches staring into his kind brown eyes. There was no malice, no secrets, just an open soul. It was one of my gifts, I could see into a man’s soul to see what he was made of. This man was like no other I had ever met. I decided to show him my real self, and I hoped he would not panic. I didn’t want to change in front of him so I went into the kitchen.

I stretched out my front paws and in my mind’s eye, I saw myself in human form. Within seconds my bones began to crack and change position. My fur retracted and so did my tail. Claws changed into perfect fingernails and my snout retracted with its fangs forming a lush soft mouth.

As I stood up I caught my reflection in a window and there I was in all my human glory, tall, curly blond hair down my back. I had an ample bust with tiny pink nipples. My hips were rounded and ending in long legs with strong thighs. I shook out my hair before turning and walking into the living room naked.

He didn’t look up at first so I cleared my throat and when he did see me he dropped the book he was reading and his mouth opened and closed a few times.

“Hi, you called me Luna, which is fine. My real name it too long and hard to pronounce anyway. I would like to thank you for helping and being kind to me.”

He didn’t answer at first; he just sat there staring at me. I saw his eyes take me in, inch by inch they moved from my face to my feet and when they passed my boobs and later my sex he looked away.

After swallowing a few times he said in almost a whisper. “Are you real?”

As an answer, I walked up to him and took the book from his lap. Then I sat down on his lap cuddling close to him and putting my head on his shoulder.

“Do you feel my weight, do you smell my scent?”

“Yes.”

“Then I am real.”

He sat completely still, arms by his sides staring straight into the fire.

“You... you... you can’t be. Beings like you only exist in children’s books.”

I reached for his hand and placed it over my left boob, pressing a little bit.

“Do you feel my heart?”

“Yes.”

“I am real and alive.”

Suddenly he jerked his hand away from my boob and began to push me away.

“Get off me, get off me!”

I did and when I stood in front of him again he said, “Where did you come from?”

“I’m from a village some two hundred kilometer from here, but my species are from Greece.”

He slowly shook his head while I sat down on the soft carpet and then lay down so I had my back against the warm fire and supported my head with my hand. Lying on my side I looked up at him and his eyes were yet again roving over my body. I read his mind and what I saw made me giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he said.

“Oh, how should I put it? I find it amusing what you were thinking because it’s so innocent. Most men want to ravish me, but you, you feel ashamed for your thoughts.”

“Can you read my mind?”

“Yes, I can, like an open book.”

“Holy shit!” After the last word has passed his lips he put his hand to his mouth and mumbled, “Sorry, I shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell,” I said and winked my eye at him.

“You are not real, this is some kind of game.”

“You are a Catholic father, right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Okay, take your Bible and look me up.”

He went over to a bookshelf and took out one of the many bibles. This was an old one and when he blew on the cover a cloud of dust filled the air. My sensitive nose picked up on mildew, regular dust, and small insects.

When he was back in his chair I said, “check Mathew 7:15 and Genesis 49:27.”

He fingers flicked the pages and then he read. He looked up at me before flicking to the second quote. After reading them he put the bible back and then said, “I need a drink. Would you like one?”

Lookin at him from the carpet I smiled and said, “That would be lovely.”

When he came back a few minutes later he gave me a glass half full with a very good cognac. I knew it was first class before I even tasted it since my keen smell picked up on anything and everything.

“What do you want?” he asked after sipping on his drink.

“Nothing, in a few days I shall move on and leave you to continue your life as you did before you met me.”

“Ha! That’s an impossibility, how could I? You are a werewolf, a thing of old tales and children’s books. But you are real, and lying naked in my living room. By the way, doesn’t it bother you that I can see you naked?”

“No, not at all. Why, does it bother you?” I gave him a sly smile and he looked away before saying, “Well, yes, it does. I have never seen a woman naked before, and you are quite the specimen.”

I giggled before lying down on my back and stretched my arms above my head. The warmth from the fire and the cognac made me very relaxed and something else too. I let my fingertips slide along my neck down to my boobs where they lingered over my nipple making it erect and then continued down to my sex. My lips were already moist and I could smell my own fragrance emanating from the folds.

“Hey, stop that, stop what you are doing.”

I turned my head towards him and while still playing with my lips I said, “Why, am I not pleasing to you? Don’t you find me sensual and sexy? Don’t I make your manhood come alive?”

“That is exactly the problem, you are and I shouldn’t have these dark thoughts.”

“Oh, and why is that?” I said pretending I didn’t know.

“I am a priest, I have taken a vow of celibacy, to serve God and not myself.”

My sex was now very wet and while keeping eye contact with him I lifted my leg so it was in an angle to the other. I adjusted my position a little so he had a better look when I gently slid two fingers inside my folds.

“Oh, God, woman, stop that,” he said and got up.

“Mm, it feels good, I just might have to finish myself off here on your lovely warm carpet.”

He picked up his glass and walked towards the kitchen. Before closing the door he turned and said, “Get thee behind me, Satan.”

I giggled and then went back to rubbing my sex. Fingers sliding in and out while my palm pressed down on my clit. I had been in wolf form for over a month and my sexual needs had built up and I needed to release them. Here in this warm living room I did just that, and when I came hard and long, I howled at the ceiling with my eyes closed, hoping I would be able to seduce the good Father so I could have his cock deep inside me.

Father George

As I almost slammed the kitchen door, I had to reach for the table. I was shaking and my legs were weak. How could this be happening, I thought? I have been faithful in every way, saying the mass daily, hearing confessions, performing the sacraments, and making yearly pilgrimages to the Basilica. Now for this kind of temptation to have been put right in front of me, in my own home, I wondered if it meant that I had failed God in some way, I had not even realized.

Renewing my determination and remembering Christ’s words, “O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt”, I forced myself to dismiss the fear and to rely on faith. I knew what she was offering was very sinful so I would have to be very vigilant and prayerful so that God would take away the temptation.

I slowly opened the door and saw that she had fallen asleep so I quietly covered her with the duvet from my couch and tiptoed to my room, closing the door and kneeling by my bed for my nightly prayers. When I slipped under the covers, I found that I didn’t fall asleep easily as I usually did. Visions of the strange creature asleep in front of the fire kept flashing through my mind.

I must have drifted off because when I awoke feeling cold, I saw bright moonlight shining through my window. When I reached down to pull the quilt up, I heard a soft whisper of greeting from the chair across the room. I sat up, startled and saw that it was the woman I had left by the fireside.

“How did you get in here? What are doing?” I asked with a shaky voice.

“I have been watching you sleep, dear man. You are so fascinating.”

I was almost speechless but tried to explain how wrong it was for her to be in my room.“This is so sinful and I can’t allow you to be here with no clothes on. You have to leave now.”

Instead of going, she slid off the chair and crawled across to the side of my bed and reached up and stroked the quilt over my leg. I shrank back but she wouldn’t stop.

I couldn’t move. It was as if she had cast a kind of spell with her soft touching and her whisper. I could see the moonlight reflecting off the silken curls falling down her shoulders. Her skin looked almost alive with ripples of fur one moment and then flawless, creamy skin in another. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me.

Then all of a sudden, I realized what was happening and reached down, took her hand away and tried to push her back. “I can’t be doing this. I keep telling you.” She only hesitated for a moment and then moved up to crouch on the edge of my bed. I seemed powerless to stop her.

Luna

I had him with my spell, he couldn’t move away at all just lie there and let me do what I wanted. His lips moved as he began to pray, the words spilling out of his mouth, his eyes wide in fear as I slowly moved forward over his legs until I sat down on his thighs. I reached out and pulled down the quilt exposing his naked chest and then his underwear.

He kept on praying when I slid my hand inside them and pulled down. As I had thought, he was hard.

“No god or prayer can stop the human body,” I said as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

My other had had its claws out and when I ran them down his chest he tensed and stopped praying.

“Please don’t kill me,” he whispered.

I withdrew the claws and leaned down so my face was only inches from him.

“I have no intention to.”

I moved down until my lips were above his cock and as I took it in my mouth he began praying again. I sucked his cock head and licked his shaft up and down until I tasted the first drop of pre-cum on my tongue.

“See, you react like all other men,” I growled.

“Please, Luna, don’t do this, I will go to hell.”

“Not before you have a taste of paradise.”

With those words, I took him deep inside me and bobbed my head up and down while my tongue explored his shaft. I thought about pricking his skin to draw some blood but resisted the yearning.

He stopped praying and began to moan instead and continued to do so until his body tensed and he shot a big load of that precious cum into my mouth. I licked his cock clean and then sat on his hips. I could feel his cock against my pussy lips but enough was enough for now. I wanted to make him want me, instead of me taking him, which would have been easy at that moment.

“Rest Father, tomorrow is a new day which will bring much joy to us both,” I said.

His eyes were drowsy and he slowly said, “Leave me, leave me to my sins and my god. I will have to ask for his mercy.”

I got off him and with a final kiss to his shaft I walked out and closed the door behind me.

Father George

After Luna left with a prediction that the morning would bring much joy, I tried to pray but sleep overcame me. I found myself on a forested path being led by an ethereal figure. We walked slowly upward until we reached a crest where I could see over the tops of trees to snow-covered peaks in the distance. My guide had left me and I was very tired so I sat on a boulder.

Then I heard a voice. I wasn't sure where it came from or whether it was male or female but the words were clear. “My dear child, you have misunderstood some of the most important parts of your calling. You have done well but you have been afraid of and shied away from the most important love of all, that of two persons, naked and sharing life’s deepest mysteries.” And with that, a feeling of comfort and rest overcame me so I slept there on the hill on the needles from the trees.

When I next awoke, the sun was streaming through my window. I knew I was rising later than usual but I had no anxiety, I was in no hurry. I did feel disoriented as my mind tried to sort out the events of the night. Had it all been a dream? I couldn’t begin to comprehend what had happened to me

I dressed and went out to my living room where it appeared that things, as I remembered them had gone back to normal. The beautiful wolf-like creature lay quietly on the hearth sleeping once again. I continued to the kitchen and made tea to take with me to my chair. When I sat down, another fantastic thing happened and it shook my calm yet again.

Luna looked up at me, got to her feet wagging her tail and then as if shaking herself awake, began almost to convulse.The swishing of fur and the crackling of joints filled the room as that mysterious and seductive creature became yet again a gorgeous, naked young women.

Luna

“Good morning, Father. Did you sleep well?” I stood next to him and he was hiding something from me under the table. With my right hand I pulled out his chair with him on it which wasn’t much of a feat since I was so much stronger than any man.

“Oh, just look at that,” I said and licked my lips.

His erection was hard and glorious. The bulbous head was shiny and wet from his pre-cum. When I reach out for it, he tried to stop me but a low growl from the back of my throat made him stop.

I knelt down next to him and leaned forward so his cock was just inches from my mouth. I was already drooling and long strands of saliva hung from my lush lips.

I looked up at him said, “Do not be alarmed now, but what happens next might look a bit strange.” He was was still, staring at me with frightened eyes. Maybe he thought I would bite his cock off for breakfast but that wasn’t my plan. My wolf tongue came out and wrapped itself around his shaft. Father George gasped as he saw the pink flesh, so much longer and wider than a human woman.

I felt my hair begin to grow and then recede as my own horniness came over me. As I continued to lap and lick at his shaft and cock head, my growling became louder. Just before I took his cock into my mouth I raised my head and howled. Not to the moon but to the pleasure it would be to once again taste the seed of a human.

His cock was thick and quite long and as I began to move my head up and down, Father George finally came to and began to moan and gasp.

“Oh, Luna, Luna, what are you doing to this old man?”

I didn’t answer, instead, I let my fangs slide along the shaft without nicking the skin, a skill I had learned many moons ago.

His gasps became louder and he grabbed the armrests until his knuckles were white and his cock began to throb in my mouth. With a few final licks under the cock head where men are so sensitive, he began to shoot out his seed. It was hot and tasted like heaven, slimy yet easy to swallow. Salty but yet sweet, and I loved every drop of it. When he was still I made sure no seed had been wasted and then stood up.

“There, wasn’t that nice?” I said and patted his head.

He stared at his tea mug and slowly said, “Yes, my child, it sure was.”

He then turned his head to the heavens and with outstretched hands he continued, “Lord, why have you forsaken me, why have you made me a weak man who enjoys the flesh of a woman, albeit this one also a wolf? Please tell me, I am an old man, not far from the grave and I beg you to tell me.”

The room was silent, no answer came. So I leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Father George, your god is not answering you.”

“No he isn’t, and I hate him for it.”

I sat down on his lap and felt his semi-erect cock against my ass cheeks. I swung my left leg over his head like a ballerina and with that, I was straddling him. Moving slowly I pressed my sex against his shaft which once again grew hard. My long legs had their feet planted on the floor so it was easy for me to raise myself just enough to be able to sit down on his shaft. When he slid into me, his mouth formed an O and he put his hands on my boobs.

“My pussy is your new god, father, and I am her priestess.”

Father George

The events of the last couple of days swirled around me and how Luna had captured me with her body and powerfully seductive powers. When she slid her luscious pussy down over my cock, it was something I had never hoped for in my basest thoughts. I could not have imagined this even if I had considered it

“Oh Luna, you feel glorious,” I gasped and squeezed her full breasts. I pushed forward to take a nipple in my mouth and as I began to suck, she moaned and began to move faster on me.

“Keep doing that! Now the other!” she whined in my ear, a deep growl, and relentlessly pounded on my lap.

Then, the most amazing things happened. Her whole body began to convulse and her voice sounded more like the howl of an animal as she had an orgasm that kept coming and coming. Her contractions squeezed me so hard that a damn broke in me and she milked me as I shot load after powerful load into her.

As we both came down from our powerful orgasms, she laid her head on my shoulder and wrapped me in her arms. Her quiet growls and the relaxation of our muscles almost caused us to fall asleep in each other’s arms. As I drifted, I thought about what an earthshaking event was me finding Luna in the forest. I had not the least idea of what changes she would bring to my home, indeed, to my very life. When I took my religious vows those many years ago to fulfill a deathbed promise to my mother, I had never given any thoughts to lust. As the years went by and I served my congregations, I was able to keep all such feelings at bay. This beautiful wolf creature changed all that almost overnight.

As we embraced each other, in a kind of trance, another most amazing thing happened. My limp cock was still inside her and I knew that if she arose I would slip out of her. Then she squeezed it with the walls of her pussy, once, twice, and then several times and as she did so, I began to become hard yet once again. As she felt me swell inside her she started to move, this time in slow circles with her eyes closed and the soft growling in my ear. I knew at that very moment, if I had not believed it before, I could not let this woman and her mystery go. My priesthood would have to be left behind so I could roam with her wherever she would go. I would never again live without this kind of love.

Luna

I was impressed by the Father’s libido. For a man his age, he could fuck longer and shoot more cum than most men I had been with. Was this a sign to not just kill him after I had had my fun and then leave his rotting corpse in his house to be found by a worried parishioner?

I had never been good with long term relationships, I was more of a one-time girl. Many men, both human and shapeshifters had begged me to stay with them. Most were dead, others, I had let live out of the knowledge that they would suffer from their hearts broken. I was a cold bitch, and I knew it.

“Can I ask you something?” said Father George after he had recovered from his fourth orgasm.

I was still sitting on his lap and his cock was inside me. “Sure.”

“I...I...I want you to turn me.”

I leaned back and put my hands on his shoulders. My boobs were heaving from all the fucking. “You do know that that means, don’t you?”

“No, I guess I don’t.”

“You would have to die and then wake up a werewolf.”

His eyes opened wide and I leaned in a bit. “Imagine these ripping your throat to pieces,” I said at the same time I shifted so my face became that of the wolf. I opened my mouth and saliva dripped from my white fangs.

My nose was so close to his they almost touched. The fear in his eyes was real, and I thought he would have a heart attack right there and then keel over and die. But, he didn’t, the old fucker was tough and after taking a deep breath he said something. I turned back to human form again.

“What was that, Father?”

“I said, I’m okay with it. My body is old, I have no family to take care of me, and after fornicating with you I could not look my parishioners in the eye and tell them to be good people and good neighbors.”

I got off him and went into the kitchen where I drank a glass of water. He followed me and leaned against the kitchen table.

“Please, Luna, I beg you, help me. I don’t care if you have to rip out my throat or tear my chest open. I will gladly face pain and death knowing I will be immortal when I wake up.”

I walked up to him and said, “You won’t be immortal, but you will live a lot longer than a human.”

“How old are you?”

I tilted my head. “I’m two hundred and fifty years old, but don’t I look great?” I added with a giggle.

“Yeah, you do. Please, let me become one of you.”

I looked at the old man standing in front of me. I could easily turn him but then what? Would he follow me around like a lost puppy or would he leave me alone, which was what I preferred?

“Okay, I’ll do it but on one condition.”

His entire face smiled and he seemed eager as a schoolboy. “Sure, anything.”

“When you have turned, we go our separate ways.”

“But...”

“No, I don’t want or need anyone close to me. That’s the deal, you turn, you fuck off out of my life, deal?”

“Okay, I promise.”

He tilted his head so his neck was exposed waiting for me to tear into it with my fangs and claws.

I laughed and said, “Father George, there is no need to make a mess in your kitchen.”

I pulled down his underwear and took his limp cock between my lips. He quickly became fully erect and when I looked up at him with half closed eyes he said, “What, what are you doing, I thought..?”

That’s when I nicked his cock with a fang and drew blood. He hardly noticed it but I tasted the red juice and almost turned completely to a werewolf. I mustered all my strength not to and as I slowly sucked and licked his cock my saliva entered his blood stream. His legs became week and just as his seed poured down my throat he stumbled and then fell to the floor.

I watched him to make sure he was out and then carried him to his bed where I lay him down.

The full moon was the following evening and he wouldn’t wake up until then. I hoped I had done the right thing because if not I would have to kill him.

******

The window to his bedroom was open and the full moon shone in and bathed the wall on the opposite side. Father George was in the shadow and he looked peaceful. When I put a hand on his cheeks he stirred. Slowly his eyes opened and when he saw me he said, “Luna, what happened?”

“It’s over, you are now like me.”

He lifted his head and looked down at his naked body. “But I’m still a man.”

“Get up and stand on all fours and make sure the moon shines on you.”

He had hardly moved into position when ripples crossed his skin from every side. There was a whisper that sounded like grass blowing in the wind and his back was suddenly covered in black hair and so were his flanks. His tail shot out and his hands and feet grew in size while the bones in his body cracked and popped. Long claws were now visible and finally, his face contorted and a snout shot out hiding long white fangs.

I turned myself and as I was in full werewolf shape I read his mind. “No!” I growled.

“Yes, I will fuck you right here and now, bitch.”

“I warned you,” I said.

“I don’t care, I am as strong as you know.”

This was what I had been afraid off. I had seen it many times with men I had converted. Once in werewolf shape, the beast takes over and everything else disappears.

When he tried to mount me from behind I turned and snapped my jaws at him.

“Don’t play difficult, I know you like it,” he growled and tried again.

I whipped around and since I was so much faster and more experienced than him I had his throat in my jaws before he realized what had happened. With a quick tug, I ripped him open and he fell bleeding to the floor.

I watched as his eyes glazed over until they finally closed. Then I jumped out of the window and ran into the woods behind his house. I was so fucking horny, but the funny thing was, I only liked to be fucked in human form. Maybe I should have told Father George that?