Anna stood up and straightened her skirt.
"I'm going to shower and change. I need to rest from the trip."
"Your room is the same. Nothing has been touched. I just had it cleaned and your old clothes washed. You might want to wear something more suitable for the climate here."
"Thanks, Kate." Anna said, and headed for the stairs, remembering every detail of that house. It was still as she remembered it. And she also remembered the way she had come down that staircase the last time she had been there. She climbed up with her chin held high, and went to her old room. As Kate had said, it was just as she had left it. Her clothes were clean and fresh-smelling, and just the way she liked them. She decided she would wear shorts and a shirt and went into the shower.
...
Caricatura entered the room as soon as Anna had left, poured herself a brandy and filled Kate's glass again.
"So... Who is the man you love?"
Kate stared at him, unsurprised. She remembered too late that he was asleep in her bed and that he must have heard every conversation with his werewolf hearing.
"I don't think that's your problem." She replied quietly.
Caricature approached her, held her by the chin, and made her face him.
"When I find out, I'll kill the bastard!" He said and let go of her, violently, and walked away.
Kate smiled at the thought, and caught a glimpse of Caricature pointing a gun at his own head. She went into the bedroom, knowing he must have gone there. He was sitting on the bed, with his elbow on his knee and his hand in a closed fist, supporting his chin. He was looking thoughtful, and as soon as he saw Kate enter the room, he got up and closed the door, a care he hadn't taken before, but now they had a child at home.
Kate stopped in the middle of the room and put her hands on her waist, watching Caricature's attitude with an amused glint in her eye. She wouldn't confess her love to him, not even under torture.
He approached her with a fierce look in his eyes, and paused for a moment, staring into her eyes and understanding that her look was one of defiance. He grabbed her dress and tore it down her body. He saw that she looked at him in surprise, but remained in the same place. Caricatura then grabbed one of her breasts and began sucking on it. With his other hand, he made maddening movements on her other breast. Then, without stopping sucking on her breast, he ran his hand all over her body and reached her vagina. Before he did, Kate's legs were already shaking with pleasure. He slipped his finger into her vagina and began to move it as if it were his own penis. He finally abandoned her breasts and forced her onto all fours on the bed, while he rammed his hard cock into her ass without mercy. Kate squirmed and moaned with pleasure. Caricature pounded his cock mercilessly and quickly, willing to punish her, believing that she was betraying him by having feelings for one of the men who often had sex with her. She orgasmed, and then he threw her down on the bed and lifting her legs high, shoved his penis into her vagina and delighted in her moans. He was addicted to that vagina. And he decided at that moment that he would put a child in there. He would know that it was his, because he would prevent other men from having sex with her again, until he was sure that she would bear his child.
Caricature put Kate on her knees and opening her mouth with his fingers, he put his stiff penis inside her and grabbing her hair, began to thrust, not caring that she was vomiting.
"Suck my cock, you bitch! I want to feel your tongue making circles on it!" Caricature shouted and she obeyed. That obedience made him furious and he pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her face. She fell to the floor and he went over to her, pulled her hair and threw her on the bed, forced her legs apart and invaded her vagina with his penis. He knew he was too wild when he saw her eyes fill with tears, so he put her on her stomach and penetrated her, thrusting his penis deep and hard, while listening to her sobs. Kate wasn't asking for mercy and that was making him hornier.
Kate liked Caricature's big, strong hands on her body and could feel pleasure only with him. She didn't need the participation of the other werewolves, because he was very virile and didn't get tired. His penis didn't go soft after the first ejaculation, and the sex between them always lasted for hours. She knew he was fucking her furiously to punish her, but in reality, without him knowing it, he was having sex with her in exactly the way she liked best. Her tears that day weren't because of his savagery, they were because of her unrequited love.
He spread her legs wider, and she felt his tongue making circular movements on her clitoris. It seemed that he would take that day to prove to her that she didn't belong to just one man.
She heard a knock on the door, perhaps out of desire, having heard her moans, and wanting to join in, but Caricatura sent them away, and continued fucking her in every way until dinner time. When he released her to take a shower and go to the dining room. He knew that on this particular day, Adam would want everyone present at dinner.