Nicholas is Back, and He Wants His Favorite Toy
Another Full Moon Tradition
It was a brisk November evening in Merrytown, Florida. The sunset weaved strands of gold, dusty blue, and pastel pink into the horizon. And for the residents of Merrytown, Florida, another monthly tradition was in store.
Most Merrytown residents embrace modern beliefs and laugh at the idea of werewolves, but a small group still gathers in the town center. Candles in hand, these residents, dismissed as conspiracy theorists, assemble around the fountain for a series of protective rituals.
From sunset until the full moon rises, the rituals performed around the town fountain are said to protect Merrytown from werewolves. But is that merely a belief, or are the “conspiracy theorists” onto something?
Nicholas Greystone
Old Victorian-style homes and mansions lined Merrytown’s outskirts. Though believed abandoned, a few residents, who preferred a slower, quieter life, occupied these homes. Nicholas Greystone was one of them, valuing his peace and privacy.
Nicholas inherited the mansion from his late grandfather, Merrytown’s former mayor, but earned his place through hard work as the town’s undercover tourism surveyor. Born into a wealthy, influential family, he seemed to have the perfect life. Yet Nicholas harbored a dark secret… and an even darker desire.
The Werewolf’s Tradition
Each month during Merrytown’s full-moon tradition, Nicholas observed a ritual of his own. When moonlight transformed him into a wolf-like beast, his hunger for flesh became overwhelming. Yet he had no desire to become the town villain or fuel its conspiracies, so he devised a private ritual that satisfied his craving while keeping him out of the spotlight.
A week or two before each full moon, Nicholas selected a desirable woman to court and gain desire from. After revealing his beastly form activated by the full moon’s light, Nicholas would lure each woman into his possession with a sense of curiosity, romantic danger, and intense exchanges. And month after month, he successfully found a woman to agree.
And each month, Nicholas would add another toy to the collection in his toy room. Although they lived good, with all one could ever ask for, Nicholas often forgot about his toys after tossing them into the toy room. Nicholas was known to only play with his toys once before tossing them to the side and desiring more. However, there was one exception to this habit of his.
A Switch in Tradition
That brisk November evening became the first of a new tradition. Instead of hunting down his next toy, Nicholas wanted to stay home and bring his favorite back out of the toy room for some fun. And so, he did.
As the moonlight penetrated the skylight of his home, Nicholas transformed into the same beast that overcomes him with every full moon. His werewolf urges and desires flowed strongly as he prowled toward the stairway. Making his way towards the toy room, Nicholas growled and drooled with hasty desire.
As he opened the door with a strong shove, a beam of light highlighted most of his prized possessions. But Nicholas only had one possession in mind. After briefly gazing into his latest catch, Brynn, he gave her a wink, licked his lips, and turned toward Stormee. “You’re coming with me,” Nicholas said to Stormee, his voice filled with demand and desire.
The Werewolf’s Favorite Toy
Stormee had the body of a dancer and legs for many moons. Her skin soft as silk, and large breasts that poured out of her tight, silk gown. Stormee was fit, yet juicy in all of the right places. She truly was a goddess, with her long, wavy, caramel hair and green eyes. Those features next to her tanned skin were truly captivating.
Gripping her between his teeth, Nicholas carried Stormee to his bed, where he gently laid her down and instructed her to strip bare. Without hesitation, Stormee immediately slipped off her dress and gently groped her juicy mounds in excitement.
“I want you to lay there and take it. I want you to let me taste you. Take my tongue until I say I’m done.”
Although consent is always involved, Nicholas was not asking.
“And when I’m done licking, I want to spend time inside of you. I want to move so slow that it takes me hours to finish. And when I’m finished, you will be put back where you belong.”
Stormee could hardly contain her desire as she squirmed and begged for it.
“Yes please! I am your toy and I want you to play with me!”
And after that statement, the night took off into a new tradition. The werewolf had his way with his favorite toy… tasting and feeling her flesh.
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