The quaint building sat a few miles off the main roads, offering a secluded getaway for those who wanted to enjoy some time without the busy go-go-go lifestyle of the big city. A sign proudly bore the name "Doze & Dine" since the term "Bed & Breakfast" had been determined to limit the meal options the clients expected. A dozen large rooms offered clean linens, wonderful views, and soundproof walls to ensure that other guests frivolities would not bleed through and interrupt or annoy anyone else.
Tamara Duzinn was in her late 20's, a brunette with a rather average appearance and the good fortune to be the third generation owner of the Doze & Dine. She looked over the guest list, tapping a pen against the side of her face as she sat behind the front desk. James and Jessie Robinson had vanished to their room the moment the couple had signed in. Mr. Arafor was sitting in the lounge, sipping a coffee and working on his laptop. The business man was here about once a month depending on work. There was a no show for the party from Jacquesville's City Council, but they tended to make reservations and only show up half the time anyway. Tamara tapped the pen and did some mental calculations. The off-season was always slow, but at this rate they might have to let one of the maids go. Sun-hee was a decent worker, but so was Viktoria. Perhaps a bit of rearranging of the funding for lighting, perhaps cutting the electric a little to offer "ambience" and she'd be able to keep them both on.
Tamara set out the 'Ring for Service' bell and vanished into her office to crunch the numbers.
 
Greg Arafor got to his feet after sending the last email for the day. He stood a bit over six feet, just starting to lose the athletic build from when he was younger, with professional-looking dark hair (there was some gray if you looked really hard) and brown eyes behind his glasses. He winced, feeling a soreness in his leg, and stretched it out a few times before closing up his computer and retreating to his room. He smiled in Tamara's direction as he passed the front counter, and prepared himself for a nap on the comfortable king-size beds that the Doze & Dine offered. His stomach grumbled slightly as he lay down. Nothing to worry about, he'd eat later tonight after his nap.
 
~Later that night~
A creature sniffed the hallway of the Doze & Dine. According to local reports from the past few months, it was likely a bear, but anyone who looked at the canine-like build of the beast would easily identify it as not being a bear. Unfortunately no one had gotten a look at the creature and been able to report their view afterwards. The creature followed some smell towards one of the doors, and then tilted its head. Breaking open the door would bring others. He had no key. Finally, the werewolf shrugged and chose the simplest option. A cart was retrieved from the supply closet, and a few raps of its large claws against the door suggested to the occupant(s?) inside that the door should be opened. Within a moment, the door creaked open just an inch, and an eye looked out at the cleaning cart.
"We don't need anything right n-"
The man's statement was cut short as a claw flashed from around the doorframe and gouged open his throat. A hindpaw against the cart shifted it a few doors away as the creature bullied his way through the door, James Robinson collapsing to the floor grapsing weakly at his ruined throat. The man had sprung for the spacious suite, a nice sized lounge and kitchen with a currently closed door leading off to the bedroom. James was wearing nothing but a hastily thrown-on bathrobe, and seemed to be trying to hold his throat together to gurgle something up at the creature. The beast kicked James farther into the room and shut the front door, then reached down and picked up the heavily bleeding man. Before any words could be formed through the tattered vocal cords, the werewolf simply bit off his head. A quick gulp removed the man's head from the outside world, and a few muffled crunches later there was nothing left of James but a blood-stained bathrobe.
The werewolf sniffed again, and turned its head towards the bedroom. A quizzical female voice came through the door, "Jimmy, are you done out there? I'm getting all impatient..." it tapered off with a seductive purr.
The werewolf pushed the door to the bedroom open, and immediately grinned. A low, lustful growl rippled from his throat as he observed the current bedroom scene.
Jessie Robinson was currently blindfolded, standing in the middle of the room with her arms handcuffed together and hung over her head from a rope suspended from the rafters. She had a pair of heels on, and nothing else covering her whatsoever as her long blond hair cascaded down her back.
"I hear you Jimmy. Aren't you going to play with me?" Jessie asked, swaying her body back and forth.
The werewolf leaned close and licked at her collarbone, trying to keep his fur from brushing against her.
"Mmm... what a big tongue you have, Jimmy darling." Jessie thrust her breasts forward, non-verbally requesting more from her assumed lover. A few more minutes of licking across her torso and along her thighs with his tongue, and the werewolf then began to circle the suspended woman, dragging a few claws tantalizingly across her flesh.
"Oh, you brought some of the toys? What big claws you have, Jimmy darling."
The werewolf simply growled in response, and Jessie chuckled.
"Trying to get into the character, I love it my big man."
By now, the werewolf's own cock had swollen and protruded forwards, and he could smell just how much lubrication Jessie had built up from the teasing and tongue-bath. He lightly tapped the interior of each of Jessie's thighs, and she responded by widening her stance, offering herself to her falsely identified lover.
The werewolf lined himself up, and began to slowly slide his cock into her tight slit. Jessie moaned
"Goddess, what a big dick you have, Jimmy darling!" She thrust backwards toward the werewolf, impaling herself further, and the two quickly established a rhythym. As their mating progressed, the werewolf's stomach let out a loud grumble, having already processed James into nothing more than paste.
"I... heard that... darling... Why don't you... call room service..." Jessie managed to squeak out breathlessly between thrusts. "And you seem... so much... more feral... tonight... I love it..."
The rutting continue, until at last the werewolf began to tense up, and the suspended woman pushed back once more, burying the werewolf's cock as deep into her womb as it would go. With a loud growl, he released a gout of jizz inside of her, which set off either orgasm number five or six for the blond. She had lost count.
The werewolf's stomach growled again.
"Get room service dear, then we can go a few more rounds... if you have it in you." Jessie shook her ass at the werewolf as he slid himself out of her dripping snatch. A quick glance around the room, he found the phone and pressed the room service speed-dial. Being as dainty as possible, he held the phone to Jessie's head.
"Oh, I'm ordering? Caesar Salad with Tofurkey again?"
The werewolf just grunted.
"Certainly, darling."
The order was placed, and the werewolf hung up the phone. The minutes waiting for the food were spent with canine saliva being liberally applied to the suspended woman as Jessie squirmed into the tongue, gasping and twitching at the feel. A knock at the main door paused the teasing, and the werewolf pulled the door open while standing out of line-of-sight. An asian girl of barely 20-something pushed a tray of salads into the room, and then looked around at the poorly lit "ambience-lighting" of the main room. The front door slammed closed behind her, and Sun-hee spun around to see a hulking beast towering over her. A paw closed over her head, muffling her attempted scream, and a claw hooked into the collar of her uniform. The sound of tearing cloth accompanied the removal of the girl's outfit, and then a second paw grabbed her ass and lifted the poor girl into the air. Sun-hee again attempted to scream and was able to get out just the barest hint of noise before her face was smashed into the slimy flesh inside the maw of the werewolf. She was unceremoniously crammed down the throat of the werewolf, and her flailing did absolutely nothing to stop him from covering her entire body with saliva and swallowing her down into a rather sweltering organ set midway down his torso. Muffled complaints and the barest sign of struggling could be identified through the werewolf's fur coat, and with a few more gulps the last of the asian girl's feet vanished between his fangs.
The werewolf let out a belch which removed the last of Sun-hee's air, and then he carried the salad into the bedroom and politely fed it to Jessie leaf-by-leaf. Making a game of it, she did end up with a bit of caesar dressing on her nose, which the werewolf licked off. That in turn led to more licking, and eventually the suspended girl had her thighs wrapped around the werewolf's waist, arms still struggling valiantly to bring the rafter down so she could grip her lover harder. One sexually satisfied werewolf later, Jessie felt her heels removed and then her lover's tongue began sensually bathing her legs and thighs once more. The warm, moist feeling wrapped around her feet, up her ankles, and to her knees. Her thighs felt compressed by the tonguing, and as the wet, humid feeling progressed around her hips, she felt a sudden lack of pressure around her feet.
A hand grabbed her foot.
Jessie let out a confused whimper as Sun-hee grabbed at the blond's foot, but the tight feeling of warm affection seemed to be traveling up her torso as well.
Sun-hee had screamed, had sobbed, had struggled, had punched at the stomach lining, and now was trying to warn Jessie that this was not going to end well for them if nothing was done. It was an unsuccessful attempt to save the women, as a few moments later Jessie's breasts slid across that wonderful tongue for the final time.
The werewolf plucked the blindfold off the woman as he closed his mouth around her head, still providing a grand total of no visibility for her as he reached up and undid the suspension rope from the ceiling. Leather cuffs? Hemp rope? That would digest easily enough, the werewolf thought, and with a final *slurp* Jessie's arms vanished into his maw.
The blond ended up curled next to the acid-burned asian in the stomach of the werewolf. Her hands were still bound, her body still ached with a long night of fucking, and now something felt off despite her endorphin-riddled mind. Jimmy had slid her into the bed, no. He should be around here somewhere? It was a bit hard to breath in here...
The werewolf let out a belch which removed the last of the women's air. Jessie's last thoughts had been correct at least. Jimmy was around there somewhere.
 
~the next morning~
Tamara smiled at Greg as he handed over his ID and credit card to finish checking out.
"I trust you enjoyed your stay, Mr. Arafor?"
"I usually do, Ms. Duzinn, but you may need to talk to your kitchen staff. I found your asian cuisine a bit lacking, and had to have a second meal before I felt full."
"Not a problem, Mr. Arafor. I'll start some help wanted ads later this week."
"You're a peach. I'll see you next moon!"