As the magnolia scent floated in on the swamp’s light breeze,

The moss swayed seductively on the arms of Cypress branches.

Night brought the preternatural out from their cover of the shadows.

The moon slipped through the density of the tree covering in silver spears.

The tree of life spread its limbs displaying the fruit of temptation.

She slipped through the maze of tendrils each caressing her body.

Naked her pale skin glistened as the moonlight covered her

Revealing a bluish alabaster form headed by the face of a she-wolf.

Blessed and cursed simultaneously…beauty and the beast.

She longed for love but only found lust.

As night fell souls were sought for the eternal longing

Existing as legend for no one survived the sight of her.

Moving amongst the shadows of those who

could not depart.

Dwelling in a limbo between life and death.

Searching the night for that brief embrace.

A moment where love and lust intermingled

The lost and lonely seeking comfort in the far reaches of the swamp.

As the sun was swallowed in the West the swamp sensed the intruder.

She moved effortlessly and as the scent enveloped her.

Invisible to all but the population of the darkness.

She revealed herself in a beam of moonlight.

Only her bare body revealed, her face blurred by the shadows

Her hands caressed bare breasts pebbling the brown nipples.

One hand moved between her legs combing the fine wisps slowly.

At first it seemed to be an illusion but then a desire swept over him.

As he drew closer he inhaled the vacancy of resistance in every pore.

His heart knocked hard with anticipation of his unknown fate.

Unable to retreat to the distant chambers of the night he moved forward.

She trembled with mixed desires, driven by the cursed need.

She willed him to his knees as she arched forward pulling his head down.

His tongue moved between the folds her taste a forbidden elixir.

A sound of passion not heard by human ears, a deep moan…a growl.

Her eyes now bright yellow as passion overtakes all else…the need.

He glances up, she looks down…a brief moment of terror mitigated by lust.

With inhuman strength she lifts him up and throws him back.

Straddling his erect cock she fills her cunt with his shaft grinding.

Her head flung back guttural howls echo in the night as she consummates her pleasure.

At the peak the hunger arises, an unfulfilled demand…a conclusion.

Pulling his head back she reveals the entirety of the wolf’s head.

With swiftness her canine teeth rip away at her lover’s soul…it is hers.

The swamp is once again quiet, not for eternity, but to celebrate a moment.