Casey was laying on the floor of the abandoned pharmacy; her black tank top stained white with the seed of the werewolf she had just jerked off. She was alone now, alone, and horny. Casey stayed laying there as she slid a hand down her body and into her tight leather pants. She was more aroused than ever, and she needed relief. Her fingers rubbed against her clit and pressed in against her sex.
She let out a moan of pleasure. It was no replacement for how she imagined that perfect werewolf cock would feel in her, but it would have to do for now. The scent of the monster was all over her. The smell of his seed washed over her, and each time she inhaled it, she grew wetter. Casey's fingers caressed her clit, pleasured her faster. She bit her bottom lip as she cried out again.
The sensation was growing more and more, and she was close to release when she heard a car door close from outside. Someone else must be here. She had been on the verge of climax, but she had to stop and leave herself unsatisfied. Casey picked up her gun and flashlight, preparing herself.
"Casey, you in there?" called a voice. Casey immediately recognized it as Grant, another hunter. So her Dad didn't think she could handle this one on her own after all.
"I'm in here," she called out. As soon as she did, she realized the state she was in. The thick ropes of werewolf cum were far too noticeable on her tank top, and there was no way she was going to be able to explain it away. Without thinking, she pulled the tank top off over her head and tossed it onto the floor, leaving herself standing in just her lacy red bra.
Grant appeared from around the corner, a shotgun with a flashlight strapped to it in hand. "Thank God I found you, Malcolm has been worried sick about you." He paused as he took in the sight of her without a shirt on. "What are you doing, Casey?" he asked.
Try as he might, Grant wasn't able to keep his eyes from wandering over her exposed body. The red bra didn't do much to hide Casey from view. Grant was in his thirties, but that hadn't stopped him from checking out the teenager whenever he got the chance, and right now, he was getting an eyeful.
"Hey Grant, the monster was here, a werewolf," she explained quickly. "He jumped me and my shirt got torn," Casey added.
Grant finally looked away from her at the mention of a werewolf. "Where did he go?" he asked, sweeping his shotgun across the empty pharmacy.
"He ran off when you approached," Casey said. "Any idea where he would head?" She frowned slightly to herself. It wasn't as if she could just pick up where she had left off with the monster with Grant here.
"Probably the old mine. Let's get you back to the lodge and I'll come back and handle it." With no sign of the monster, Grant's attention turned back to Casey and her half-dressed state. His eyes roamed over her cleavage again, even as he tried not to.
"Wait, this is my hunt, I'm not going anywhere," Casey said, annoyed. "If you hadn't shown up I would have handled this just fine." The werewolf would likely already be fucking her instead of the two of them talking.
"Sorry Casey, you father's orders. Let's get you back to your truck and heading home." Grant said, gesturing outside.
Casey moved in front of Grant, blocking his way. Her lips twisted into a scowl, and she put her hands on her hips, standing her ground. "Do I look like a child, Grant?" she asked in annoyance. Her current circumstances slipped her mind, and she didn't realize she was practically thrusting her nearly exposed breasts in his face.
"No, you certainly do not, Casey," His eyes roamed hungrily over the cleavage she was baring. "But that doesn't change the fact that Malcolm told me to bring you home."
"I'm not going back. I'm heading to the mine and you can either come with me or tell my Dad what I'm doing," Casey declared.
