His name was Alistair, master of Redwood mansion. The aging building and grounds had been kept by his family for over two centuries, a grand sight next to the small village it was situated within. Alistair was no different than his father before him, governing with a gentle hand, using his wealth for the good of the people. He did, however, had a secret. Alistair, was a werewolf...
The change had come apon him this morning, and now he stood in the shadows, watching the new servant girl. He stood at 6'5, his face somewhere in between a wolf and a human, snow white fur running over his entire body. Normal human shaped limbs, with the exception of black claws, made up this beastly form. Blue eyes peeked out of the shadows at the cat girl.
"Mmm she is very...enticing" he thought.
Nostrils flared at the scent of her, his animal senses telling him that she was near her most fertile time, the knowledge causing his red canine cock to start poking out of its sheath.