A werewolf

You emerge from your lair, taking pleasure in the feeling of the night wind tickling the skin of your immense muscular body and making your thick charcoal gray fur ripple. You appreciate the feeling of the grass and the soft earth under your large hands and your powerful claws, very different from the cold and hard feeling of the stone floor of your cavern. You breathe in with pleasure the sprays of the forest and the night as you approach a nearby puddle to quench your thirst. As you gulp a few sips of water you stop for a moment to look at your reflection in the water dimly illuminated by the few rays of moonlight that pass through the clouds. You observe your face in every way similar to that of a wolf (an elongated muzzle, a black nose, a powerful jaw set with white fangs) with the exception of your amber-colored eyes that seem to shine like jewels in the light of the night star and in which anyone could perceive a predatory intelligence closer to man than to animal.

Once quenched and the pleasure of finding the outside of your past lair, you become fully aware of the bestial desire that inhabits you. Your long and thick penis quivers with impatience as you already imagine yourself sticking your phallus in the hot and tight slit of a woman. You put all your animal senses on alert in the hope of finding a "prey" to give free rein to your primary instincts and your growing excitement. Suddenly, carried by the breeze, the delicious scent of a human woman reaches your nostrils. Immediately you feel your member erect and pre-cum starting to flow from your urethra under the influence of excitement. You eagerly mobilize all your predatory senses to quickly locate the origin of this sweet smell that makes you salivate with desire.