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Soon.

Trying to control my primal urges, I watch her hectically getting ready. She’s brushing her teeth at the same time as picking out her clothes. In meantime, she manages to stub her toe on thecorner of the chest of drawers and uses sailor worthy vocabulary to express her annoyance with a mouthful of minty foam. Definitely not a morning person, and I find it so amusing. I’m glad I’m not able to burst out laughing, sporting this shape.

Once she’s fully clothed, still looking like a snack in a pair of tight denim pants, she grabs some breakfast to-go in a rush.

“Be good!” she tells me, tossing on her coat over the beige sweater. Next, she slips on a pair of heeled boots, before leaving, locking the door behind herself.

I wait until I can’t hear her car’s engine from afar anymore, and then I shift. This has to be the longest I’ve ever kept a different form, and I can feel the prominent discomfort in my muscles as I stretch. Finally, in a stalker fashion, I begin to snoop around… Because that’s who I am now.

But it’s not just me being creepy; I’m on a mission here. I sweep the house out of all the listening devices Dean’s planted while helping her renovate. I already took care of the cameras outside as soon as he’d placed them, thinking he was slick about it.

Humans just don’t cease to amaze me. They really think we are primitive creatures, thoughmy kind is able to live an entire millennium. We possess knowledge and experience they’ll never be able to grasp with their simple minds and weak bodies. We far surpass even their artificial intelligence machines that they’re so proud of.

Once the entire space is clean and I hear no more buzzing or static noise, only then I’m able to relax. Immediately, I get overwhelmed by her smell. It’s everywhere including on my own fur.

I find the same panties she’s slept in left on the floor of her bathroom. As I pick them up, I’m pleased to learn the lace is much softer than I’ve even imagined, and they’re still damp from her arousal.

Fuck.

I’ve been so good this entire time, it feels like a reward. Instinctively, I raise the fabric to my snout, deeply inhaling her aroma. The blood instantly rushes to my cock, which is out and throbbing in no time. Taking my already rock-hard erection in my other hand, I slowly start stroking myself.

I keep seeing her puffy pussy lips pressed against the material as I massage my dick up and down, feeling how it pulsates inside of my palm. Beads of precum gather at my tip before overflowing and hitting the floor tiles. Rubbingthe clear liquid all over my length, I use it as a lubricant, and my moves become more urgent.

I groan, closing my eyes as I imagine myself snatching them off her hips, prying her legs open, and tasting her juices from her bared for me cunt.

Oh, I want this so fucking bad. To hear her moans, to see her face while I make her come around my tongue, to feel her trembling thighs circling my head. The vision is all I need to erupt in my hand, spraying generous streaks of my seed all over her bathroom floor.

I bring her panties down to my still rigid prick. I drag the fabric over my engorged veins, collecting any mess I’ve made on myself. The delicate lace feels too good, and I can’t resist to rub one more out, using her lingerie.

Afterwards, I tidy up the floor, yet leaving the underwear ruined right where I found it for her to discover later… Why? Well, because I’m that sick, apparently.

I quickly wash up over the sink; the mirror above reflects the distorted image of predator I’ve become. I thought I was stronger than this. Candidly, it was better when I stayed outside. How could I let it get that much worse in such short period of time? That’s a new lowfor me.

Although, what worries me the most is the fact that this need is not going away. No matter what I do, nothing helps the ache. I long for her the same, if not more. I know I can’t prolong it anymore—not for the sake of my sanity, nor my balls. And neither her deprived pussy, honestly. She might get desperate enough to let Dean into her bedroom, and things would then get ugly in an instant, complicating everything even more.

Not long after, I hear her car’s engine in the distance, and I shift back into the animal. I see her pulling up through the front window. But she’s not alone. Another car parks in front of the house.

Damnit!

I look around in search for an escape path. But the only option is breaking the glass and jumping out of window, which would cause too big of a scene.

I’m in fucking trouble.

6.

Prey

The market is way more enjoyable than I expected. Everyone seems so nice, chatting my ears off. Of course, it helps that Dean is with me. People adore him. I must admit, he has a certain charm. However, it isn’t something I necessarily swoon over.

I’d be lying if I said he doesn’t look good today, though. He came right after the morning sermon, wearing a crisp white button-up tucked into a pair of black slacks, with his leather jacket over it. His chocolate brown hair’s slicked back, his beard freshly trimmed, his green eyes bright and inviting, per usual. Such a handsome man, yet I feel no butterflies. Zero. Nada. Null.

When a family with adorable two-year-old twins approaches my stand, I almost melt away.I don’t know what’s going on with me and kids lately that is causing my ovaries to respond in such manner as if I longed for my own children. But apparently, Dean finds my interaction with them highly attractive, because as soon as they leave, he sneaks me to the back for a passionate make-out session. At least he’s an alright kisser.

Candidly, I could get used to this.

Although, wouldn’t it be settling?

I care about him. Still, not nearly enough to fall for him. Our last date only solidified what I’ve already known, and now I feel so awkward around him. Especially, when he’s touching me, I don’t feel any anticipation for what’s next.

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