The Caged Moon-Eater - Bara Werewolf #187

Art by geppei5959 on Twitter.

Old Thom:

"Did you see the size of him? I swear on my grave, his chest alone was wider than my cart."

Yarrow:

"And when he flexed? Gods, it was like the moon itself stopped movin'. Thought the cage was gonna snap in half."

Mira:

"He tried to flex. Started raisin’ his arms like some kind of ritual, but we swarmed him before he could finish. Thank the runes for that."

Rowan:

"He gets bigger when he flexes, right? That’s what the stories say. Every time he strikes that pose, he feeds on it. Grows like a weed in spring."

Old Thom:

"I saw him lick his lips when the moonlight hit his back. Like he could taste it. The bastard eats moonlight, or maybe the moon itself."

Yarrow:

"He called it his ‘meal.’ Heard him mutterin’ under his breath—'Full tonight… full enough to grow...' Like the moon was a feast."

Mira:

"I heard somethin’ worse. When we chained him, he said, ‘Don’t hold me back. You’ll only make it hurt longer.’ Like he wasn’t angry… just patient."

Rowan:

"And then he stuck his tongue out, like a dog. All pouty. I thought he was mockin’ us."

Old Thom:

"Nah, that’s his way. Acts like a big dumb brute, but he’s watchin’. Thinkin’. Waitin’ for someone to slip up."

Yarrow:

"Still smelled like wet fur and crushed iron. His breath steamed even in the rain. Like a furnace in his gut."

Mira:

"I don’t think he’s done. That cage’ll hold him for now, but he ain’t beaten. Just bored."

Rowan:

"And hungry."

tags:

Bara

Furry

Werewolf

Pecs

Daddy

Dilf

Growth

Muscle growth