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Ginger hungrily kissed Brigitte. Brigitte’s cracked lips were unpleasant, but Ginger didn’t care. She practically crushed Brigitte’s lips, forcing her tongue inside of the girl’s mouth. She was fucking and eating Brigitte’s mouth all at the same time. She was unable to choose between the two equally appealing sounding options. She broke the kiss, leaving a line of saliva between the two girls.
She moved down to Brigitte’s neck and breathed heavily against it. It was just asking to be bitten into and ravaged. But she couldn’t do that, despite what her instincts told her. She had to make this last, had to have Brigitte be with her and feel every single lick and touch. “B,” Ginger moaned, her breath tickling the nape of Brigette’s neck. She was pinning her down to her bed, her sharp nails digging into the flesh of Brigitte’s skinny wrists. Oh, her flesh. Her beautiful, dry, neglected, tempting flesh. She wanted to destroy her but make sweet love to her all at the same time. Have Brigitte beg for her big sister to get away from her but also keep going. “Ginger, fucking stop, this isn’t you,” Brigette cried, struggling against her big sister’s newfound werewolf strength. They never got into physical fights before, rarely even verbal ones. They were too close for that, what would they even have to fight about? It was them versus the world, always and forever, at least it was at the time.
Ginger started to kiss and lick at her sister’s neck, her cold wet saliva leaving itself on Brigitte like she was a plate being licked clean of any food. Ginger then began to work her way down the other girl’s body. She roughly pulled Brigitte’s sweater up to her chin, and pinned Brigitte back down before she could struggle any more. Brigitte had already given up at defying at this point, she knew that fighting back would only cause more harm than good in her situation.
Ginger started licking and sucking on her sister’s breasts and it felt like heaven, someplace Ginger definitely wasn’t going to go to. No, when she died she was going to be subjected to the deepest darkest pits of hell for what she’s become. A monster both figuratively and literally. Was there even going to be an afterlife for a creature like her? It was taking a lot of willpower to not tear Brigitte to shreds, but it was worth it. She wanted Brigitte to feel what was happening to her, to feel Ginger’s tongue and nails violating her in a way she never thought they would.
When she got turned into a werewolf, Ginger became unrecognizable. At least, that’s how Brigitte saw it. Sure, she never wanted to tear people limb from limb before getting turned, but her feelings for her sister didn’t just appear recently. They were always sort of subconscious, just in the back of her mind. Just aching to be seen and acknowledged instead of ignored and suppressed. Of course she was overprotective and controlling of her Brigitte, but what big sister wasn’t? As her humanity faded away, so did her denial. She no longer was content with just masturbating in the bed next to Brigitte’s while she was fast asleep, she wanted more. She wanted to taste her. And she was doing it whether Brigitte wanted it or not.
Ginger kissed Brigitte's small brown nipples and circled them with her tongue, it had seemingly gotten longer. A change similar to the many others she started experiencing once she got turned that fateful night. Ginger’s licking elicited a held back moan from Brigitte, and Ginger laughed. “You’re liking this, aren’t you? And here I thought I was the fucked up one,” she said. Ginger bit Brigitte’s nipple and she yelped in pain. “Ginge,” she whispered, holding back tears. But she couldn’t say anything else, what good would it do? Ginger looked back up at Brigitte with those terrifying green eyes. They had not yet changed color but there was something different in them, something that showed how Ginger really had changed for the worse and could never be reverted back to how she used to be.