Walking In the Woods

Hey, Do you smell that? That musky scent with earthy undertones leading off to the right. Slipping into a lope, as silent as the grave, I sneak through the trees. The aroma pulls me along through the cascading moonlight. I can feel the hunger growing, snapping at my innards like a rabid dog. Crouching behind a low ridge I spot her running through the woods, just a silhouette frolicking in the night mist. The moonlight scrolls across her smooth form like living tattoos writhing along her supple body. Daring not to breathe, I creep within reach of my lovely dryad, keeping downwind. I lash out hamstringing her. She releases an erotic whimper as I lick her blood from my claws and it sends quivers through my mind awakening a stronger Crimson lust. I deliberately pace around her drinking in her scent. Then just as my hunger is about to drive me into a frenzy she says "Will this wolf offer me his throat?" Time slows and the moon turns red as I subconsciously hold out my neck leaning down towards her. She lushesly sinks her teeth in tearing through skin and sinew, blood spraying into my face while showering down on her, driving me to howl my lust towards the heavens. When she stops feasting on me, Her all covered in my blood and bits of my flesh, Me a little weakened and excited, I ask her "What will you do now that you have part of me inside you?" She seemed to consider this for time eternal, with the moon glistening in her eyes. Slowly she turns towards me, a smile on her lips, and says " Why I will howl my feelings into the night, soaking the world with your thralls. May you have pitty on their souls As I have on yours."