Page 81 of How to Seduce a Slender

“Hmm, already trying to get me out of my dress, huh?” She instantly switched, her body leaned suggestively with a hip out and ruby eyes flashing at him. They’d grown more and more red with each passing second.

Smith couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his body as she sauntered past him, making sure to brush the side of her body against him. He jutted and arm out, catching her around the waist. With no consideration for the soiled, damp spots on her dress, he loomed over her back, arms wrapping around her torso.That’s what soap is for.He purred in her ears, “Maybe I am?”

“They always say ‘hungry like the wolf’, but maybe they should call it ‘hungry like the Slender’,” she tossed over her shoulder.

“How strong do your legs feels, my wicked prey?” he breathed against the shell of her ear.

“Are you thinking of chasing me upstairs or outside?”

“Well…as there are guestsinsidethe house…”

To his absolute delight, Melody ripped them around in a circle and booked it out the back door. She was already halfway down the porch and clearing the paddock fence when Smith bound after her. Melody wasn’t usually graceful but she was fast. And speed was everything for Smith. As she booked it down the side of the house and into the misty grey of the graveyard, his cocks swelled in anticipation. Smith patted down his own jacket pockets for supplies as he bound over a gravestone after her. Granted, he could summon whatever he needed. But Smith had a very distinctive plan for Melody and that glorious ass of hers. She’d been far too generous, too kind, and then to indulge him like this? He’d give her the world and several orgasms for all her good work.

If he could catch her.

Smith chuckled at the thought.

Of course I’ll catch her.

And when he did, she’d be face down, ass up in a graveyard, just like she wanted…and fuck if he didn’t want it too.

Smith bound over another gravestone. Melody was impressively faster than before, the drain fully gone from her system. At her full speed, he could see the werewolf in her veins. Eyes glowing red, claws out, hair flying, she was a beauty to behold. Melody zigged and zagged, lips never falling down from that excited grin. He exploded into a cloud of electricity and let her slow down.

Melody glanced around, panting for air. Cheeks flushed, he could hear her heart pounding. Melody spun, searching for him.

Little did she know he was everywhere and nowhere. He floated around her as the hazy gray thickened. The fog at her ankles kicked up till she nearly tumbled over a gravestone. Melody let out a nervous laugh, “Smith! Come out! I know you’re out there.”

He wasn’t done watching her run. Not yet. Not as he appeared behind her, and with the rush of all of his shadowy tendrils, undid the buttons down the spine of her dress. Melody yowled in surprise, ripping around. The tendrils tugged the dress from her body, leaving her stumbling over moss patches and her own feet in the fog. Dressed in only her slip, she shivered. Smith disappeared into the gray as she booked it the opposite direction. He discarded the fabric.He’d wash it later.

Melody raced down a row of headstones. Pumping her arms at her sides, she only glanced over her shoulder once. It gave Smith the chance and he took it. Appearing before her, she slammed into his chest again. Melody fell back into the ashy earth, but not before his tendrils took her slip too. Her bare back hit the ground. He crouched before her as she scrambled up to her elbows.

They weren’t done yet.

“You know, Ophelia and Kayla are in for a sight if they catch me naked in this graveyard.” Melody crawled backward, her heels digging hard into the dirt beneath her. Smith crept forward on his hands and knees. His attention was on the goosebumps forming along her skin. The way her nipples hardened in the chilly air. And just how pretty and damp her curls were around the cunt he was about to fill to the brim.

“Good thing no one can see a thing.”

“Are we in the Endless Woods?” She glanced around, face pinched in confusion.

“An in between. When I hunt but don’t have a physical attachment to your body, I can’t take you there without a portal, but I can put us somewhere in between. It’s still the mortal realm, but there will be no witnesses.” He rose to his feet as she scrambled to hers with the help of a few marble gravestones.

“Like with the eldritch beasts, how no one saw it happen.”

“Precisely, a party trick that I’ve learned, and those beasts can create…but where they wanted to kill you in broad daylight, I merely want to shove myself inside you and allow you to scream to the treetops without sharing it with anyone. See, my wicked prey, I’m a selfish thing. I don’t want to share you. But I must. You are allowed to have friends and relationships outside of me. But this?” Smith motioned around them, the sky darkening to an angry charcoal, “This I can keep to myself. You, like this, is all for me. And I won’t suffer another person to get between me and my prey. So now, without further ado, sweet girl, you’d have better run, or that’s the headstone I’ll be bending you over.”

Melody didn’t disappoint. Not as she beamed at him and ripped away from him. In all her naked glory, hair whipping in the frosty breeze, she flew through the graveyard at top speed. And Smith was hungry.

His feet ripped up patches of moss as he bulldozed after her. Melody broke left and down a row of headstones. Smith stayed in his body, wanting nothing more than to end this chase flesh to flesh with her. There was no trickery here. Just an endless playground she could run till those pretty legs gave out and he’d claim his prize.

He saw the first signs she was losing steam as she narrowing missed his arms jutting out for her. She ripped to the right and he closed in. Then her right leg shook, and she was his. Smith shot forward, snatching her by the base of her hair and her hip. Melody cried out as he took her to the soft, soggy moss beneath her. Directly between two headstones, he shoved her chest into the cool earth and tugged with the other hand her hips into the air. Tendrils lashed out from the marble, tying her hands to the moss. Melody thrashed up until the point Smith pressed his tongue to the tight entrance he’d not yet tasted.

Her body trembled for him as he flattened his tongue between her cheeks and swiped across the tense muscle.

“Smith,” she panted.

“I’ll give you both at once, if you’ll allow me,” he groaned, swiping his tongue again. She pressed her ass into him harder and he took it as encouragement to go further. He speared her open with his tongue. Melody’s warbled words were nothing but incoherent whimpers that made his heart sing. Smith pressed further, tenderly prodding his tongue deeper before tenderly bringing it back. She gulped audibly.

“Smith,”

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