Wolf Moon

I am fucking ancient. Have you any idea what that’s like? Of course you don’t. Why would you? I’m older than the word “fuck”, but I like to use it often in my new modern tongue.
I have lived in my private fortified residence on the most northern point of Scotland for the past 900 years or so, eating the local residents often. Contrary to popular belief, warg-wolf, as we were once called, live longer than vampires, and we are not as greedy, for a Werewolf need only eat once a month.
This of course is within every lunar month.
You will find that all Werewolves’ are extremely educated almanacs, and will therefore know the date and approximate time of a specific full moon (assuming circular orbit) can be calculated from the following equation: d=20.362955+29.530588861timesN+102.026times10^{-12}timesN^2.
N is the number of full moons since the first full moon of 2000.

In laymen terms, I will be heading out this evening to gorge on a young virgin.

After taking a shower I bound the large stone steps four at a time up towards the Keep, which is the highest point of the castle. The need to be as close to the approaching moon is something a mere human would never understand. My calves are like steel balls on the back of my legs, each bound longer than the last. Four steps then five, six at a time. I reach the top and walk out onto the balcony high up above the Scottish glens. I look down at the magnificent mountains spread out below me, and inhale the fresh cold air into my lungs.

I sit cross legged naked on the stone floor and wait for the moon to rise. I have all the physical traits that you would expect from a Werewolf in human form. My eyebrows meet on the bridge of my nose, I have long curved fingernails, low set ears a huge cock and I walk with a long swinging stride. We also have bristles under our tongues, which take some getting used to. I’m over 900 years old and they still fucking irritate me.
The Full Moon climbs up into the clear night sky, and when it is exactly on the opposite side of the earth from the Sun at 180 degrees, every muscle in my body pulls, as if by hot ropes made of iron, hauling between both planets with me directly in the centre of the the two. My flesh is torn from me to reveal the wolf beneath.
I run and leap from the top of the castle tower into the night sky howling.
Landing on the crisp frozen ground below, I begin to run without losing momentum. I can feel my lungs turning oxygen into energy, like coal into steam as my speed becomes almost a blur to the wild beasts in the forest, as I pass them by.

The Village is quiet. I sniff the air and pick-up the scent of a virgin. With a gentle leap I land on the roof of a small stone built house with a thatched roof. The windows of the girl’s bedroom are open, and I crawl like a serpent from the roof, down the wall and into her room without a sound. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I’m 7 feet tall with eyes as yellow as the plague. The girl turns in her sleep and mutters something inaudible. I carefully lift the blanket from her and look at my prey. She’s 17 years 2 months 3 days old. I know this from her scent. She has auburn hair on both her head and vagina. Skin like cream with solid round breasts.
She opens her eyes and looks directly into mine.

Its early winter and each seasons moon has a different name according to the Algonquian people. The late winter moon is called the Worm Moon, mid winter is the Snow Moon and early winter is the Wolf Moon. With a Wolf Moon I possess the power of hypnosis, and therefore take advantage of this. Within seconds of looking into my yellow eyes, she is completely under my spell. I sniff her vagina, then her mouth, they are fragrant and sweet and longing. Her moist lips part slightly and she lets out an almost silent whine. I take my large cock and stroke it around her mouth in circles making it wet, before slowly forcing it into her open mouth. She begins to suck it, and takes it past the helmet. It’s too big for her. I cum into her mouth quickly with a jerk, and she can’t take it all in. I lean her onto her side, with her back to me. My cock is probably 18, 19 inches long and I rub it against her wet vagina. The end slides in easily. It’s tight and I growl low as I begin to slide it in and out. She can take it. She moans and licks her lips. The spell is still upon her. I begin to drool and I lick my long fangs. I will cum again soon. I push my cock deeper into her, and she moans a little more. Deeper. She has all of me, and her pelvis begins to gyrate against my length. I slowly plunge my claws into her milky buttocks, and pull her into me again. I lean in low and lay my snout across her neck. I lick my fangs and tear her throat out while coming into her, as deep as my cock will go. My claws are buried up to my knuckles into her buttocks, and I tear her apart. I eat her up in minutes.

There is nothing left except blood.

Her father opens the bedroom door and I hit him like a fucking steam train. I rip his head off with my huge fists. I chomp on his shoulders and swallow half his torso. The guy’s legs are still standing there as I leap past him into the girl’s mother. I see her eyeing my enormous penis swaying to and fro, before she is also eaten from head to toe.
I only fuck virgins!
I killed and ate 12 people that night. Of course the villagers are used to this after 900 years, and what the hell are they going to do about it anyway? I am like a god of the Moon and once a month, the night belongs to me.