Barratt shoved open the door to the cottage with one hand and stepped inside, his shoulders scraping against both sides of the frame as he did. He had to turn slightly to bring in the severed head of the cow with him and the effort left a smear of blood against the freshly painted door and a puddle of crimson-tinged water puddling at the threshold.
When he straightened, he blocked almost all of the light coming in from the outside and plunged the one-room cottage into darkness. Large eyes took in the contents, from the cowering couple crouched in front of the bed to the small kitchen area.
The entire room smelled of a farmer, fresh-tilled earth and plant magic, but it also had the perfume of prey. He growled and took a deep breath, sorting through the mundane scents to drink in the taste of a sweet victim.
It only took a moment to identify the source. It was a child on the bed behind the couple. He dropped the cow's head and headed toward it, the pads of his paws slapping against the hard packed earth of the cottage floor. His movement rippled the hair that covered his body.
A lightening flash lit up the room, highlighting everything in sharp relief. The rain pounded against the ceiling and a few droplets managed to leak through the room to splash into metal pots arranged throughout the cottage.
As he approached the bed, the woman cried out and staggered to her feet. She was a frail thing with blonde hair and a narrow body. Her wide eyes shimmered with tears as she stretched out her arms in front of him as she was capable of stopping him from killing her or her child.
Her husband surged after her, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her. He was the farmer, with a reddish tan and good-sized muscles. Barratt could tear him in half himself, even without using his claws, but he wasn't interested in the older man.
Barratt chuckled dryly and lifted one paw. Sharp claws sparkled in the light as he stared down at the slender, defiant woman and her husband. Her body shook as her husband tried to pull her aside, but she refused to move.
The sweet smell of fear filled the room and Barratt's cock twitched with anticipation. Lightning flashed outside, brightening everything in a bluish glow before quickly fading. But, the flickering light remained and he felt it coursing along the length of his rapidly growing shaft.
As one, the couple's eyes drifted down. Barratt followed their gaze along his muscular chest, the short hairs that covered his abdomen, down to his cock. Not even hard, it easily hung a third of a meter between his legs. Crackles of electricity ran along his length, sparking from the tiny barbs that were just beginning to push out from the ridges and soft knots.
“Gods save me,” whispered the mother, her body shaking violently as her fear redoubled.
Barratt lifted one paw up, claws sparkling in the light from his shaft. He wasn't in the mood for sex yet, he could still smell his latest victim's final orgasm clinging to his cock. It had been three days since she died.
The mother looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Please don't.”
Barratt took a deep breath. The sweet scent of fear brought more excitement to his length, but it was the alluring scent of prey behind the couple that drew his attention.
He brought his hand down, not slashing but simply placing it between the two. As he did, he transformed back into a human form. The fur along his body disappeared to reveal his muscular skin. His point of view lowered with his body shrinking a foot from his height and width.
It only took a second to transform before he placed two very human hands on the couple's shoulders and pried them apart.
They resisted for only a moment, but then stepped away.
Eyes locked on the sleeping child behind them, Barratt stepped forward and looked down at his prey. To his surprise, it was a young boy sprawled out on the blankets, his pajamas riding up to expose white skin and a delicate face.
Barratt leaned down and sniffed loudly. His cock twitched with anticipation and he felt the thrill of his prey, but it had never male before.
“No,” whimpered the mother, “don't kill my baby.”
Barratt glanced at her and then to the father.
They both stepped away but Barratt could tell that the mother would rush forward if he reached out for the young boy. He shook his head and returned to inspect the boy.
Dark curls framed a heart-shaped face. He was slender and sweet, everything he wanted in his victims.
Barratt cocked his head. He had never had a male before. It was usually some young girl that he marked as his own. But, the scent of prey and his body's response to the child was familiar.
He turned back. “What's his name?” Even in human form, his voice was a low growl that shook the cottage. A rumble of thunder rolled after he spoke, punctuating his words.
“R-Rinner,” gasped the husband, “named after my father.”
Barratt chuckled and turned back. “Rin, huh? A pretty name.”
The mother sobbed.
Barratt leaned forward until he was only centimeters away from the child. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the sweetness. Rin was the one, the child he wanted.
“No,” cried the mother, “not my baby. Please don't kill him, not him. Y-You like girls, right? C-Can't you pick someone else?”
Barratt straightened and turned to face her. “No, I like women. This time, I want Rin.”
“B-But, he's a boy.”
Barratt nodded and stretched for a moment. “He's mine.”
Rin's mother dropped to her knees. “No, please no. He's only five.”
Barratt stepped forward and crouched down in front of her. “Even I won't piss off Consent. No, Rin is mine but I'll wait for him to grow up. As I do, the forest will be quiet and you will not hear the screams as you have heard for the last few years. But when he's old enough, I will be back and the screams will start again. Your son's screams.”
The mother looked up with tears rolling down her cheeks. He could see the hope in her eyes, not to mention the flash of thoughts.
Barratt hooked one finger under her chin. “But, when I come back in thirteen years, he will be here. If not, I will slaughter every person in the villages next to my forests before I hunt you and him down.”
She began to shake more violently.
“I'm sure you've heard this before. Someone came earlier tonight to tell you that, didn't they?”
A hesitant nod and more tears.
“It doesn't matter how far or who you hide behind, I will have my bitch.”
The hope crumbled in her eyes. She sobbed but nodded.
Barratt stood up, his human cock dangling in front of her. He was only twenty centimeters or so, but the thick ridges were still visible in his darker length. He turned and looked at his prey, his victim.
In thirteen years, the scent of his latest one will have faded and the urges to fuck will return. He had done it for centuries and he looked forward to enjoying Rin's sweet body once he grew up.
“But first,” he said as he transformed back into a werewolf. “I need to make a few changes….”