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Lust Haze
The moon hangs low, a swollen, silver eye watching me prowl the campus. My blood burns, a primal heat coiling tight in my gut, driving each step. Tonight, the beast inside me is ravenous. The cool night air licks at my gray fur, but it does nothing to quell the fire. My claws scrape the pavement, senses razor-sharp, every rustle of leaves, every distant hum of a dorm’s AC unit, it all fuels the hunger. My breath comes in ragged pants, tongue lolling, tasting the air for something, someone. My cock throbs, heavy and insistent, aching for release as I stalk the shadows, imagining soft flesh yielding under my grip, the sweet gasp of surrender.
The campus is a maze of temptation, scents linger on benches, in doorways, teasing me with fleeting traces of prey. I want to pin, to claim, to sink my teeth into something warm and writhing. My mind spirals, picturing a body arching beneath me, nails raking my back, the slick heat of desire pulling me under. I growl low, ready to pounce on the next heartbeat I hear.
Then - a cold snap, like ice in my veins. I freeze, panting, my vision clearing. The haze lifts, and dread slams into me. I’m standing in the middle of the plaza, stark naked. My clothes - where the hell are they? I glance down, my erection still half-hard, mocking me. The campus is silent, not a soul in sight, thank God. My heart hammers as I crouch, scanning the shadows for movement, ears straining. Nothing. Just me, exposed, vulnerable, the lust draining away like water through a sieve.
I need to move, find cover, before someone sees the wolf who lost control.
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