It’s going to be a full moon and I’ve insisted that my boyfriend bind my arms, my legs, and lock me in the bedroom. The last time “I transformed,” I nearly scratched through the bedroom door! He wants to be safe from me when I turn into a beast, and I don’t want to harm him.I begin transform and the demonic beast within me holds back the transformation symptoms. I try to use my most human-like voice as possible as I call out to my boyfriend, “Why not tie me up on the bed, where I can be warm and comfortable?” My husband reminds me that I don’t ever remember how an1malist1c I can behave when I am transformed. I try to seduce him. I know why I “must” be tied up, although the beast needs to feed on an innocent soul.I use my feminine seduction, “it was hot when you tied me up, I’m really turned on.. c’mon, you see that I’m fine. I’m not sick tonight baby, I lie. He reluctantly lets me loose, and I give him his favorite: my lips around his dick. I start suck his dick, wet, warm, and then I see his head fall back in pleasure, I allow the transformation to quicken. I start to sweat. My husband is focusing on the pleasure and doesn’t notice. I want his cum, I want to drain him. My fangs grow. “Let go,” I growl at him. He notices my change in voice. I am demonic, possessed by something within. He tries to pull away, but I climb on top of him, sliding him in and out of my hot pussy, “tell me you want to pass..” I growl. I drink from him, his throbbing cock erupts inside of my pussy. He collapses.
