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.