The luxuriant trees wavered in the darkness of the night, whispering hushed lullabies upon the midsummer night's breeze. Lullabies which swirled down to the quivering flowers beds, and across the moonlit fields of grape and vine. 

The full moon gently caressed my dreaming soul with her silvery rays of lunar light. I'd been tossing and turning in a disquieted trance of sleep all night, kicking the quilt from my feverish body and wrangling with my pillow. In my weak slumbering state, I thought I'd heard a feminine crystalline voice softly calling out my name, telling me to wake up.

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I groggily surmised that I must have just been stuck in that lucid state somewhere between dreaming and awake. Goosebumps had broken out all over my body, and my flesh was glistening with a slick sheen of sweat. I sucked in a shaky breath of the stuffy warm air, realizing just how painfully aroused I was. My nipples were practically harder than diamonds, and liquid heat pooled in my throbbing center. 

I weakly sat up, feeling completely out of breath from the simple movement. "Psst... Isabelle?" Becca's whispery voice came from beside me as she sat up as well. 

...Oh right, the library.

"Yes, Becca? Are you ready to go?" I asked while placing my fingertips on my sweaty forehead. 

What the hell is wrong with me?

She looked at me with a worried expression, as if she were going through some sort of inner turmoil or something. "I'm not so sure that sneaking off to the library is such a good idea anymore." She whispered with fear lacing her tremulous voice.

I sucked in another deep shaky breath. "Why not?" I sounded way more exasperated than I'd have liked to. I could barely take the pressure between my thighs. My vagina was torturously begging for friction and release, and yet I had to hold a normal sounding conversation with Becca of all people.

"I've been hearing a wolf whining, growling, and scratching around right outside the window all night. And I think that I might have heard someone get attacked off in the distant field." Her large blue eyes warily shifted over towards the window, reflecting the glimmering moonlight. "I also have a really bad feeling."

I was not in the mood for more wolf nonsense, whatsoever. I was unfathomably horny and just wanted to get the living fuck back to real civilization. If we did manage to call for help tonight, we could be happily touring around Tiraspol by tomorrow afternoon. And I could possibly be hooking up with some mysterious sexy stranger, screaming in the throes of passion by tomorrow night. 

"Well let's not call it off just yet. Wolves are dumb and skittish creatures. Maybe we can scare it away by flickering the outdoor lights or something." I stumbled off of the bed, placing my bare feet on the cool floorboards. "Come on, it's worth a try." I motioned for her to come along with a wave of my hand.

She looked really nervous but complied anyway. The quilt ruffled as she threw it off of herself, and climbed out of bed. We tried to be as quiet as mice as we tip-toed across the room, but the squeaky floorboards made that rather impossible. I carefully creaked open the door, then we both gingerly peeked out into the hallway to make sure that the coast was all clear. As soon as I traversed through the doorway, an eerily low howl came from right outside the bedroom window, causing us to both briefly freeze in place. 

The wolf was definitely in the yard, unsettlingly close to the house. I could hear its large paws scratching at the stonework below and growling as if it were upset that we had left the room. What shocked me though, was the way its howl had seemed to set my soul on fire, making me weak at the knees, as though it had been the erotic cry of a lover. My body's reaction to it was entirely unexplainable, and I had a strange urge to go outside and peek at the thing. 

That's really fucking weird... and also embarrassing... 

"Maybe we should steal Bogdan's gun?" I breathily whispered to Becca, as we snuck our way down the hall, passed Bogdan's bedroom door. I almost wanted to slip in there for a quick fuck just to relieve myself, but I went with my better judgment and decided that would be an awful idea.

She gave me a shifty side-eyed expression, probably weirded out by how hot and heavy my voice sounded, and also how goddamn sweaty I was. "Maybe." She flatly replied.

I could hardly take it any longer as we crept down the stairs. I stopped in front of the bathroom and bit my lower lip. I had to touch myself. Never in my life could I remember ever being so goddamn horny. "You go ahead and wait for me. I need to use the restroom." My voice was hoarse and sounded strained.

"Okay, I'll start flickering the patio lights while I wait." She slowly nodded with an 'I'm not gonna ask' expression, then began to creep over to the backdoor. The backdoor had way fewer locks to deal with and was farther from Bogdan and Bunica's bedrooms, so it was a no-brainer to use that one instead of the front door.

I practically stumbled into the quaint little bathroom, closed the door with a soft click, and shakily fumbled with the lock. Immediately, I began desperately searching for something, anything, to use as a fucking dildo. The floral-themed room was dimly lit with a little ceramic sunflower nightlight, casting just enough of a warm glow to aid me in my frantic search of sexual desperation.

Little beads of sweat had started to drip down from my brow, so I decided to open the window just a crack to let some fresh air in. I hastily removed the ridiculous amount of wolfsbane from the windowsill, unlocked the wooden frame, and quietly pushed it open ever so slightly. A cool nighttime breeze gently blew through the silky white curtains and caressed my face, carrying in a strange but alluring smell. I sucked in a deep breath, greatly enjoying the scent. It was like a tantalizing mixture of sweet alyssum and birch wood. 

My arousal suddenly spiked, and I practically tripped over the plush white bathmat as I scrambled back over to the little old-fashioned sink to continue on with my search. My eyes scanned over the wooden handle of a hairbrush... No. Then to a thin bamboo-scented shampoo bottle... Definitely not. Then I noticed Becca's very dildo-shaped pink toothbrush travel case... Bingo!

I swiftly snatched it up and began to quickly wash it off under hot water. As I scrubbed, I noticed the reflection of my silver cross necklace dangling in the mirror. The shiny metal glimmered in the warm dim light, making me realize something... Good grief, what am I thinking? I can't be wearing the emblem of Jesus while I masturbate! I slipped the necklace off, leaving it with the silver chain coiled up on the side of the sink. 

"Sin wins yet again." I softly chuckled to myself.

While briskly shaking the toothbrush holder dry, I turned and leaned up against the sink, then slipped off my gym shorts revealing my light pink and completely soaked "Sexy Buns" lacy panties. They said exactly that across the top of the butt in black cursive lettering, with pictures of bread buns on each cheek. 

Thank goodness I wasn't wearing these when I fucked Bogdan. I'd be completely mortified if any man ever saw me wearing them...

While staring off into nothingness with uncertainty, I had a very brief moment where I contemplated whether or not I was actually going to stoop so low as to fuck myself with my work nemesis's toothbrush case... Yes, I'm definitely going to do this... 

Nodding to myself, I pulled my sexy buns panties down just a bit and began to tease my clit with the case, rubbing small vigorous circles around the sensitive bud with the tip of it. I bit my lower lip to snuffle a moan. It was so sensitive, and I was so needy and dripping wet. I removed my lacy black bra with my free hand and began to lightly pinch my right nipple through the thin material of my black tank top. I glided the case down lower and slipped it between my netherlips, where I began pumping it in and out of myself like a complete freak... I just need to be fucking fucked.

No one must ever find out about this...

My mind was so dazed with unsatisfied lust, that I almost didn't notice the deep bestial snarl that came from directly outside the window. I froze in place with the case deeply inside of me, and warily shifted my gaze over towards the glass. 

Trepidation flooded my veins, as I watched the surrounding trees outside becoming eerily illuminated on and off from Becca flickering the outside lights. Then, like something straight out of my deepest darkest nightmares, an unnaturally massive black wolf's head with glowing red eyes slowly lifted up into view.

Except for its crimson eyes, it became completely invisible each time the lights went out, then clear as day when they were flicked back on. Pearly white fangs were aggressively bared, as it snarled and growled, looking directly at me with an unsettling hunger. 

...Oh shit... I'm fucking fucked...

I did what I think any normal, sane, and intelligent person would do in such a situation, and screamed like a fucking banshee. I frantically pulled the toothbrush case out of my pussy, then threw it at the window in a lame attempt to scare the enormous terrifying thing off. My aim was terrible, and it hit the wall next to glass then flopped to the floor with a clunk. 

In a state of pure panic, I hysterically scrambled to unlock the door while pulling up my panties. Its giant humanoid black furry arm crashed in through the window, causing the glass to loudly shatter and crash to the tile floor. Long razor-sharp black claws began to violently shred the floral wallpaper and curtains, right as I opened the door and sprinted the living fuck out of there like a damn jackrabbit with its tail on fire.  

"Becca!" I screamed while flailing my arms like an absolute lunatic. "Stop! Stop flickering the lights!" I rushed over to her, then turned around, hearing harrowing growls coming from the bathroom.

"What the fuck is going on!?" She fearfully but sternly asked. Her gaze was also now glued to the eerily ajar bathroom door with the monstrous noises coming from it.

"I-I-I don't kn- There's a w-w-olf, a real- really b-big large wolf!" I stuttered, struggling to form intelligent speech. My whole body trembled in fear as I pointed a shaky finger towards the bathroom.

A loud crash abruptly slammed against the backdoor right behind us. We both jumped in fright and screamed in terror, scrambling to get away as the crashing continued. Bunica came rushing down the stairs in her floor-length granny nightgown and matching light blue slippers. 

"Girls! Get away from the door!" She looked equally as terrified, as we both frantically ran over to her.

The wood of the door suddenly splintered, then the whole fucking thing broke away and fell to the floor with a loud crash and puff of dust. Another growling black wolf, with glowing golden eyes, stood crouched in the newly mangled doorway. I swear it looked as if it were murderously grinning like a psychotic beast about to catch its prey. 

My eyes widened in horror and disbelief, as I realized that the thing wasn't a normal wolf at all. It had the head of one, but its enormous, almost 8 foot, formidable, black furry body had a sickeningly humanoid shape. It snarled and gnashed its long razor-sharp teeth as it aggressively barged its way in, eyeing us with what I can only describe as pure unbridled bloodlust. 

"Get upstairs! Run and hide!" Bunica shouted, while practically shoving us up the steps. 

Then in a surreal moment that felt almost like slow motion, the beast lunged at her and clamped its mighty jaws down around her delicate throat with a sickening crunch. She screamed out in agony, a horrible noise that pained my very soul to hear. 

"Bunica!" I screamed in horror and disbelief with tears welling up in my eyes.

Blood gushed from her lacerated neck, splattering the cozy living room with crimson, as it violently began to thrash her frail elderly body all around. It threw her across the room like a flimsy ragdoll, causing her to limply crash into the coffee table. Then the beast growled and pawed at its snout like it had been burned by her blood. Becca and I both screamed and desperately scrambled up the stairs. 

Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! 

Tears streamed down my cheeks, as we rushed down the hall. "Bogdan!" I screamed so loud my voice felt raw, while practically ripping his bedroom door off its hinges... Only he wasn't in there? "Bogdan!?" I said in fright while quickly looking around the immediate area.

"Where the fuck is he!?" Becca hysterically screeched with tears also dripping down her cheeks.

"How the hell am I supposed to know!?" I grabbed my head in panic. 

Fear and anxiety coursed through my veins and clawed its way up my spine, while my heart pounded so painfully in my chest that I thought it might burst. The man with the gun wasn't home... How the fuck were we supposed to defend ourselves against those.. those.. unnatural wolf beasts!?

The golden eyed beast came snarling back into view, cracking the wooden steps with its heavy weight as it prowled up the stairs. Its sharp black claws dug into the floorboards, shredding them as though they were made of mere cardboard. It looked at us with pure rage and let out a blood-curdling feral roar, causing thick stringy drool to drip down from its terrifyingly sharp teeth. 

"Run!" I yelled. "Run!Run!Run!Run!Run!" Becca and I both desperately darted further down the hall, as the horrifying thing leaped up and began to chase after us. 

Shit! Where do we go!? What do we do!? Shit! Shit! Shit!