The world hadn’t ended. Not yet, anyway.

  But it had become something darker. Cities y shattered beneath a sky that never truly returned to blue. Governments colpsed under the weight of their secrets. In desperation, humans tried to recim dominance with silver, steel, and prayers—but the night no longer feared their light.

  Now, the world belonged to the monsters.

  They roamed freely, not just as beasts of horror but as creatures of pain, survival, and need. Packs ruled the forests. Vampires turned districts into feeding courts. Spirits haunted broken cities, whispering madness into fragile minds. Humanity endured only because monsters allowed it. And even then, survival came at a cost.

  As always, I wandered through this world barefoot, my silken robe the only thing I wore. The fabric flowed with each step, brushing the ground like whispered promises. To the eye, I appeared human, yet no fear or sorrow marred my expression. Tonight, I sought something simple: information.

  The inn was a repurposed roadside diner turned sanctuary—a sliver of humanity preserved for the broken. It was the only pce humans were allowed to pretend they still mattered. Monsters could enter, but violence was forbidden. That rule did not apply to humans, however.

  Inside, the air was thick—smoke, sweat, cheap perfume, and overcooked meat. Conversations halted when I entered. Men paused mid-sip. Women let their eyes linger too long. I slid onto a barstool, my robe parting slightly, teasing but never offering.

  The bartender didn’t ask what I wanted. He simply poured bourbon."You lookin' for something?" he asked.

  "A whisper," I replied. "Of a misfit cast out from those belonging to the night."

  He nodded slowly. "Heard of a half-wolf. Not full werefolk. Hangs near the forest. Hunts alone. Always bleeding. Trouble follows her like a curse."Before I could respond, a barmaid approached. Her dress clung to her form, lips red as blood. She leaned in close, her chest brushing my arm."I don’t usually give freebies," she said. "But I’d make an exception for someone as handsome as you."

  I gnced past her toward the window and the distant forest.

  "You already have plenty of worshippers," I said, meeting her gaze. "You are no misfit."

  She scoffed, turned, and walked away.

  The bourbon remained untouched.

  The forest was colder.

  I moved through it like a breeze, the robe whispering behind me. Hours blurred until I found them.

  A clearing bathed in moonlight.

  A girl—half-wolf, cornered.

  She stood around 5'10, tall and striking beneath the grime and blood. Yellow eyes glinted like gold coins in the dark, wide with fear but still burning with defiance. Her wild, dark hair was tangled with streaks of silver, cascading past her shoulders like a storm barely held together. Patches of dark fur streaked across her arms, hips, and shoulders, blending into mocha-toned skin. Her tail was long and twitching, dusted with dirt, and her pointed wolf ears fttened in panic. Small, perky breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath, exposed beneath her torn cloak.

  Sharp fangs glinted behind parted lips. Her cws dug at the earth, resisting. Her entire presence was fierce, primal—an animal caught in a trap radiating terror and unrelenting fire. Now, they were wide with fear, her breath shallow and frantic as she struggled beneath the wolves surrounding her.

  I stepped into the clearing without a sound, silk-catching moonlight. The tension in the air snapped. Heads turned. Breaths caught.

  And then I moved.

  The first one lunged.

  Cws tore silk.

  My robe fell.

  My skin did not.

  I caught his throat mid-snarl and lifted him, watching as confusion turned to panic. Bones cracked in my hand. His body flew through the trees.Another came, jaws wide.

  I met him midair. My hands gripped both sides of his maw. I pushed. His jaws split past nature's limits, and the scream died in his throat.Two more followed.

  The first colpsed from a knee to the ribs. The second I tore apart at the waist.

  Silence.

  Only two remained: the girl, still trembling—and the one who pinned her.

  He froze.

  I looked at him.

  "Run."

  He did.

  I knelt beside her.

  "Rest," I whispered. "No one will touch you again."

  She shivered, then exhaled, and sleep finally took her.

  Dawn.

  She awoke to warmth. My robe—whole again—now covered her, soft and clean as if never torn. How it returned was a mystery she didn’t question, and I didn’t expin. I sat nearby, watching the woods.

  The trees stirred.

  Twenty werewolves emerged. Their alpha led them—a hulking, scarred beast with golden eyes and a gaze like burning frost.

  I stood while the robe moved to my form, wrapping around me.

  We met in silence.

  He sniffed the air.

  His gaze sharpened.

  He circled me slowly, his instincts battling dominance and something more profound.

  Then he stilled.

  His eyes widened just slightly—then lowered.

  He sensed something else. Not just strength. Something he couldn’t name.

  Not prey. Not predator.

  Other.

  His ears lowered. His shoulders bowed. Not in fear. In instinct.He turned. His pack followed. No sound. No defiance. Only quiet understanding.

  She watched from behind me.

  "Who... what are you?"

  "Lu," I said softly. "But many call me the Sensual One."

  "Sensual... one?" She asked.

  "A casanova for monster dies," I answered softly.

  She blinked, then sat up slightly. "Doina," she said. "Doina Negru."

  She blinked, unsure whether to ugh or weep.

  "Why save me?"

  "Because I wanted to... you are a misfit... like me..."

  Her lip trembled.

  "They almost... I thought I was nothing."

  "You are not nothing. You are seen. Worthy. Beautiful."

  She looked down, whispering, "I don’t even know what I want."

  I reached for her hand.

  "Then may I show you? Through my gaze? Only with your permission."

  A moment passed. Then she nodded. "Yes."

  Desire's Gaze.

  Her eyes locked with mine.

  The veil lifted.

  In an instant, her senses were flooded.

  She saw herself beneath the starlight, limbs entwined with one another—bodies slick with sweat and need. She felt fingertips graze her skin with reverence and hunger, mouths finding every tender pce. She saw herself straddling a lover, guiding the rhythm with wild, unapologetic joy. Her voice rose in moans she had never allowed herself to make—needy, raw, beautiful.

  She was pinned to velvet sheets, confidently whispering what she wanted, asking for more, and receiving it without fear. Her thighs trembled as pleasure built in waves, not forced but earned through connection. Her body moved with abandon, grinding and gasping in a world where she was worshiped, not broken.

  She never dared to have her voice pyed before her in every fantasy. Hands gripping her hips. Tongues teasing. Breath on her neck. The desperate cwing for release not because she was taken but because she asked.

  She gasped aloud.

  Her body trembled—but this time, it was from need.

  From awakening.

  "That... I didn’t know I could feel that," she said.

  "Now you do."

  We didn’t rush.

  Before we began, I untied my robe and id it beneath her on the grass. Smooth and silken, it became a bnket for what followed—a stage for our bodies to burn against one another.

  I kissed her knuckles and her shoulder. My hands slid down her curves, gripping her hips firmly as I pushed her back into the grass. Her skin was hot beneath my touch, and she arched into me with a gasp. I licked down her body, dragging my tongue between her breasts, down her stomach, until she writhed beneath me.

  I spread her thighs wide and tasted her slowly. Her cries echoed through the clearing, sharp and needy. She bucked her hips against my face, her fingers tangled in my hair as she rode every flick of my tongue. Her moans came faster, sharper, until she came hard, trembling, thighs cmping around me.

  I rose above her, hard and ready. She pulled me in with cwed hands, lips parted in breathless urgency.

  I pushed into her—slow at first, careful, feeling her tightness around me. It was her first time—her body new to the rhythm of pleasure but welcoming nonetheless. She gasped as I filled her inch by inch, her cws digging into my arms, overwhelmed but not resisting. She moaned loudly, back arching, hair fanned in the grass. I grabbed her thighs and began to thrust hard and deep. Each stroke made her cry out, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm.

  She cwed at my back, grinding against me, begging for more. I flipped her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips, and drove into her from behind. Her voice broke into shameless sounds of pleasure, gasping with every thrust.

  I pulled her up by her hair and bit her neck, making her shiver as I pounded into her. Her body shook with another orgasm, legs barely holding her weight.

  I spun her again, pulled her onto my p, and let her ride me. She bounced, wild and hungry, her hands on my chest, her head thrown back. I gripped her ass, thrusting up into her as she screamed.We didn’t stop. Not until her voice was hoarse, her body spent, her skin marked with love and lust. Only then did I spill inside her, groaning against her mouth.

  We colpsed, sweat-slicked and tangled.

  Naked. Spent. Breathless.

  We stayed like that. Naked. Safe. Together.

  "Where now?" she asked, voice hushed.

  I kissed her brow.

  "Wherever the monsters need love."