The Cat of Ultharhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B076J2PYCT“God,...

The Cat of Ulthar

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076J2PYCT

“God, how did that
devil do this to my wife? Does it have no shame?” He thought quietly as he
slumped to his workshop floor with this creature on top of him.

He wasn’t going to fight
her, he had no reason to. He was already damned. If this was his wife, his only
true love in this life who was willing to accept the things he had done, then
he would accept the things she had become. Besides, it wouldn’t be long now;
this moment was awakening the curse. Soon, it wouldn’t matter what had been
done, or that his wife was this creature that passionately kissed him.

The beast inside him
grew more anxious. His kisses grew into sexually exciting licks, grabbing her
tongue with his. “Oh yes,” his instincts told him excitedly,
“she has the same tongue like that devils. Will my wife know how to use it
like she did?” He grabbed her breasts. “Oh yes,” He said out
loud, “Your breasts are like they have always been. I don’t care that they
are fur bound.” And he took to suckling them like a kitten.

She was the same wife as
she had always been, but she had that taint on her, and his taint acted in
kind. His dick was hard and he just wanted to fuck her like an animal. He had
ever since returning from his journey, but he was afraid of the monster inside
himself. It was now releasing with a predatory fury. So much pent up anger and
self loathing at the things he had done, now turned into blissful joy.

He didn’t even have time
to take off his clothes before the changes started. Muscles bulged and fur
sprouted; wild, vibrant fur like a tigers. The changes didn’t hurt; he hardly
noticed them. It became a bit stranger to kiss his wife, and he took to licking
her like an animal, or more precisely, grooming her like a cat.