Contract with a Werewolf
“Is it done?”
“You ate my wife?”
“I did – and may I add, she was quite tasty.”
“Hmm, well she put on a few pounds the past few years. I suppose you’ll need some time to digest her.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“Nothing, just, when it’s time for you to pass – well, you know what I mean – do it someplace far away. Can’t take any chances on traces of her DNA turning up. Although, I sure wouldn’t mind seeing that pile of shit.”
The treacherous husband cackled, and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
“There’s still a matter of payment,” the lycanthrope said.
“Right you are – a thousand dollars in cash, as we agreed. Now, is there much of a mess to clean up?”
“Just some stains on the sheets.”
“Is that all? Well, I’ll take care of that. I’ll bleach them before I burn them … wait, what the hell was that?”
Had he heard her moan? His eyes went wide with horror as they fixed on his guest’s stomach. “She can’t be … can she?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t follow you.”
“I – I heard her.”
“Well, of course you did. She’s lying in your bed.”
“What? But – but …” He ran to his wife’s bedroom where she laid naked, legs splayed, languid and euphoric.
“Oh, darling, thank you. What a lovely birthday present. That man … ohhhh … I’ve never had my pussy licked like that. I came and came and came … Where did you find him?”
The husband turned on his guest, a furious glint in his eye. “You son-of-a-bitch!”
“You know my mother?”
“You were supposed to …”
“Eat your wife. I know. And I did.”
“But … but …”
“Tell you what … for another grand, I’ll fuck her doggie style, and you can watch.”
The husband strained to speak, but no sound came from his gaping mouth. Behind him his wife called, “Honey, is Rex still here? Oh, baby, can he lick me some more … please?”
Defeated, he croaked, “Of course, dear.”
“You’re the best husband a girl could have … Oh, Rex, looking for a snatch to snack? … Come on, you beast … eat me!”
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