“Well this is interesting” a playful girlish voice murmured as she crawled through the window and into the room of an unsuspecting teenage boy. She’d been absent mindedly not minding anyone’s business (not even her own) when she’d noticed a peculiar scent wafting over from one of the houses that she’d passed nonchalantly. Flickering her striped tail from side to side curiously, she’d taken it upon herself to investigate the source of the unusual energy she was feeling. The closer she got to the house, the more certain she became that she’d found an interesting ‘object’ to play with.
Lycan’s, or werewolves had been hunted and exterminated over a few centuries ago… or at least that’s what human society seemed to think. Fact of the matter was that the lycan population, despite its dwindling numbers had slipped into human society once more, covering their identity much more carefully than they ever had.
Crawling ontop of the sleeping male, her busty breasts pressed against his chest through the bed sheets, she tipped her head cutely to the side, staring at what looked like a regular human, before reaching out and pinching the boy’s nose. Holding her fingers in place and cutting off his circulation of air.