Night of the Wolf (1651-1800, autostrart)

He entered her room as she slept, silently, breathlessly. He could sense her pheromones amongst the outward signs of her arousal. She knew not his presence, yet she beckoned. Taking his human form, he laid next to her body ... her scent driving his most basic urges. He knew she was ready to be turned. With that he embraced and entered her. She came to life and in the heat of passion. She could feel his knot filling her, his soft fur forming, his body changing, his male scent. Then suddenly, she felt a bite where her neck met her shoulder. She was now marked as his mate and would soon join the pack as the newest she-wolf. (This is a four-board match)