Richard's Final Decision

No more fighting with Anita; he was so fucking tired of it, and he could stand the thought of spending an eternity with her at his throat. His ardent hope that she would give up her evil ways was dead Of course, she had argued that the evil she had done was for all their good. Sure, everything he had believed in was wrong. God wrong, Anita right. Fuck her!

What about his own soul? Was it now too late for him? If it was, then what he was planning would have no effect on his afterlife. He was going to hell; so what if he went a little sooner than he had once planned.

Leaving St. Louis, he drove west in his Jeep with the top down and the radio blasting. It was a beautiful day for driving, cool and dry, and his long hair whipped carelessly in the wind. Shades protected his eyes, but he didn't really need them. Werewolves had perfect eyes.

He had not told anyone that he was leaving St. Louis, and he intended to keep his secret until th end. He smiled coldly as he imagined Anita watching her pets drop dead right before her eyes. Serve the bitch right! Not one regret! Well, maybe one; Damian was going to die too. No way around it.

The afternoon sun was throwing long shadows when he entered the city limits of Independence. He considered staying the night there, but decided Kansas City would be better. And the shabby the motel, the better. His desires were satisfied when he found Double Dueces Motel. It was just clean enough to be tolerable.

Checking into the room, finding the cold smell of coolant from the airconditioner strangely satisfying, he turned on the TV and watched it a moment. No matter where you went, it was still the same old crap.

Food crossed his mind. He had not eaten all day and was hungry. Locking his door, he hopped back into the Jeep and went in pursuit of the perfect steak and potato. And what better place to find a steak than at a place named The Kansas City Steakhouse. And guess what, if you could eat the forty ounce steak, you got it free. Richard Alaric Zeeman accepted the challenge, extra rare please, and finished the great chunk of beef off in no time at all. Meal free.

What now? Sex. He wanted a woman to fuck. Not a sweet girl or liberated woman; he wanted a whore. Only one place to find them.

The woman was actually kind of cute with blonde hair and green eyes. A splash of freckles covered her nose, and she looked to be no more than twenty. With beautiful men at a premium in the meat market, he could have had his choice of any one of them. He chose Sally. End of discussion.

On the way back to the motel, he kept his eyes on the road and said, "I'm a werewolf."

Her eyes got as large as sauces. "Let me out!" she demanded fearfully.

Richard pulled over and fixed her with his full gaze. "I don't plan on hurting you, and I will even pay you double for letting me shift inside of you."

"You won't hurt me?" she asked hopefully. Double was nice money.

"No, unless you can't handle me."

"I can handle whatever you got," she answered with a brag in her voice.

"Good girl."

The one good thing about a whore is, you don't have to sweet talk them or romance them or promise undying love. She did have to undress. He wanted to see her boobs dangling in front of him, and he wanted to touch them. Small but nice. No problem with that.

"Suck me," he said and settled back in his chair with his legs open. This was the most vulger thing he could think of, but he didn't care. When she knelt between his legs, he concentrated on how good her mouth felt on his cock. "Yeah, like that," he muttered softly. "Take it all if you can."

She couldn't, and he smiled when he heard her gag. No problem. He'd fuck her now. "On the bed," he said. "And turn your ass towards me."

"You aren't going to ass fuck me, are you?" she asked nervously.

Richard knelt behind her, his cock poised to enter one of two holes. He ran his heavy shaft up her butt crack to rest on her back. Why not? You only live once. "No, I'll break in your pussy," he growled and pushed the head of his cock into her vagina. She either whimpered or moaned, he couldn't tell, and he really didn't care. With a shift of his hips, more of him was inside of her. A slip of his spine and he was buried in her warm wet hole.

He started fucking her, driving his cock deep inside her body. She would not be able to take his full passion, but that was not why he hired her. He hired her to do this...leaning forward, his hands on both sides of her head, he slipped his skin.

Her eyes grew wide with fear as he continued to fuck her. Over and over! When he orgasmed, he threw his head back and fought the urge to howl. The girl on the other hand trembled in fear. Was he going to eat her now?

Richard climbed off the woman and grinned at her. Her fear amused him. "Take a shower if you want," he said and went to the sink to wash the blood and juices off his cock.

She did as he said, and when she returned he was human again and a wad of bills waited for her on the bed. "Want me to drive you back?" he offered as he slipped on his boots.

"No, I got a friend who can come get me," she said quickly while she dressed. She stuffed the bills into her bra and left the room on wabbly legs. Fucking werewolves was hard on a pussy.

Richard thought about it a moment and then decided he needed to find a boy. Preferably one that looked like Nathaniel. No sleep for the wicked.