Talk:Werewolf/@comment-58.8.153.49-20160104152137/@comment-5426290-20160108101326

I know when I'm bested. I place down my weapons and sit down on the ground. I then feel a pair of boobs press into my back and a werewolf's lips smooch my cheek. Realising that I'm not about to die, I let them mate with me all they want, and I end up with a mini-harem because of it. (0w0)