Sam had by this time completely given over to his almost constant arousal. He couldn't control or organize his thoughts, so he stopped thinking. When Anne called 'action,' and Zeke started clicking away, the Wolf grabbed his lovely victim's throat. She froze, a look of terror on her face, as his clawed hand made his way slowly down her body to grasp and squeeze her tit. He felt her nipple hard in his hand, and he imagined he could smell the blood rushing through her veins. He growled in his throat and buried his face in her neck, panting and sniffing.

The terrified maiden screamed and writhed, grinding her tight...