Izzy Is sandwiched between Jacob and Cane. She is slowly tracing the outline of Jacob's dick through his shorts; she feels a wet spot of precum forming on the flimsy material. She squeezes his cock gently; he bites his lip, trying not to moan, ‘This is a dangerous game you're pying, Izzy,’ he thinks.

  She shifts her attention to her other hand, moving it to touch Cane’s cock. As she touches Cane, his hair grows longer, and his features become more lupine. The struggle between the wolf and the good boy begins.

  Her breathing becomes quick. ‘I am touching two dicks. When did I become like this? It's fine; it's harmless fun.’ She thinks as she slips a hand inside Jacob's shorts, she gives his cock a squeeze; it's not small, but compared to the werewolf, it's not a contest. She can't help but picture how thick the werewolf's cock will feel inside her.

  'How far can I go? Should I go? Will I go?'. She questions herself. every question, making the growing tension in her stomach tighter. She feels a warmth between her legs; something in her is breaking down. Morals? Ethics? Why bother? She stops bothering and gives in and leans over and kisses Jacob slowly, softly.

  Her hand slides up and down over the silky fur of the sheath of Cane. He turns and spoons her from behind; his cock is pressing into her cheeks. He humps softly, sliding himself inside his sheath. He feels a pang of jealousy or possessiveness. Watching Izzy stroke Jacobs cock, ‘She should be mine,’ he thinks. However, as he transforms, he cares less about possession and more about the scent of her filling him with lust. ‘I can just take what I want,’ the animal inside hungers.

  Jacob doesn't notice any of this; he is lost in the desperation in Izzy's kiss. He keeps thinking about how the werewolf cum tastes; the thought alone is enough to make his dick twitch and leak. He reaches over and lets his hand slide down Izzy's colrbone and onto her breast only to find Cane's hand squeezing it already, his sharp nails lightly pressing into her skin. Jacob tries to pull away, feeling his own pang of jealousy and confusion, ‘She is my girlfriend; what does he think he is doing touching her?’ he thinks, but Izzy holds him close and keeps kissing him. He moves his hand to her waist and touches her there instead, her tongue in his mouth. He moans deeply.

  She moves her hand from Cane down to her sex and touches her clit; it's swollen and sensitive, then lower to see how aroused she is. Her fingers come away wet. ‘Well, I guess you have cast your vote,’ she scolds her vagina. She brings her fingers to Cane's lips, and he thickens immediately.

  In response, Cane adjusts behind her. She can hear the sound of his pants hitting the floor. She can feel him fumble, getting underwear off. She can feel the tip of his cock touching her through her T-shirt, the precum making it stick.

  Izzy puts both hands on Jacob's face and stops kissing him; her whole world is Jacob's face. Cane's hot breath on her neck gives her goosebumps. Inside she is screaming with lust. "Are you sure about this, Jacob? I don't know if I can stop Cane once he starts," she says, her lips quivering.

  He touches her face. "It's part of the job, right?". He sounds brave, but inside he was screaming; half of him felt like it was dying; his stomach twisted into knots. The other half is so aroused it feels like he is about to have a world-ending orgasm.

  She pushes back against the werewolf, eyes locked on Jacob, her gaze burning with desire. She shifts to her knees, lying on top of Jacob, making out with him again. She wiggles her hips seductively; the fabric of her shorts rubs against Jacob's erection, and he clenches hard, trying not to cum. ‘Oh god, not yet; I will look pathetic if I cum so soon,’ he pleads with his cock to be a team pyer.

  The werewolf climbs behind her, his body transforming, his face elongating, and his hands morphing fully into cws with long, sharp nails. Transforming into a creature filled with lust and a thirst for blood, he slides up her shirt and sniffs her before moving down, smelling her through her shorts, pulling down her shorts and panties, her butt exposed to the air.

  The wolf thrusts with arousal. He smells her deeply. His ears are now those of a wolf. He feels so close to losing control he tries to say, “I will fill you,” but all that comes out is howls. He licks her from her clit to her opening and then licks again, his cock squirting precum onto the back of her calves.

  She clenched tightly as she moaned into Jacob's mouth. She breaks the kiss and gently touches him; she slides his shirt up, admiring the hairlessness, and encourages him to move farther up the bed. She kisses her way down his body before pulling his shorts down; she licks the precum from his tip. It's sweet and a little tingly. She clenches and grunts as the wolf sticks his long, flexible tongue inside her. She feels Jacob tense and grabs the sheets in arm; she quickly lets him out of her mouth. "Don't cum yet," she whispers and moves up so he is pressed between her breasts; the werewolf moves forward too. His cock is thrusting in the air. Precum nded on Jacob's feet, causing Jacob to squirm in arm and confusion.

  "I will try not to cum," he chokes out from the angle he is at. The werewolf is massively muscled, saliva dripping from his fangs, cws wrapped around her waist. Horrifying but also beautiful. Truly a monster. But Izzy's breasts are so smooth on his dick. He is stuck somewhere between fear and lust and admiration of how Izzy is unphased by the powerful supernatural creature that wants nothing more than to eat or fuck her. He quickly changes his thoughts.

  "Last chance to stop this," she moans as Cane starts licking her butt; she tries to move away, but he holds her still. She wiggles her hips to try to shake some of the tension loose. Cane sees this as a sign she is ready.

  Cane moves forward, climbing onto her back, putting one paw on her shoulder and the other around her belly. Canes teeth gently biting the skin of her shoulder.