“My, my, what big teeth you have.” teased the werewolf gently, touching the human face with the edge of xir claws “Should I be afraid?”

“Of course,” said the human, breathless “all the better to eat you with, my dear.”

The werewolf laughs, and pins the human to the bed “Oh?”

“Oh dear one, so needy, aren’t you?” cooed the fae, running xir fingers down the human’s flank. Ze shuddered and leaned into the gentle pressure, gasping, begging for something, anything. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you to suffer too much longer.”

“Please-” ze gasps out “please, sir, please, please, let me-”

“Shh, don’t speak.” the fae grins “Did I give you permission to speak?”