That was when I felt the feral desire burning from within him. I only felt that from him when he wanted something, and he wanted it bad. He looked at the shaman with those hungry eyes of his and the shaman similarly looked back.

Oh shit, don't tell me...

My mind raced frantically as I struggled to understand this bizarre situation. I always knew Stefan was hyper active when it came to sex, and we already had a three-way with that dryad Lillian the night before. But now, he wanted this guy? This strange shaman that we just met?

I watched as they approached each other, the mutual fire of burning passion lighting up their hearts.

Why all the attraction? I shook my head helplessly as I approached the shaman as well to claim by my things.

"Your beast power is so... strong," the shaman remarked as he embraced Stefan.

Stefan whined in appreciation. He did not say anything, he just whined as the shaman reached down to stroke his long, hairy wolf cock.

"Just how much spirit power do you have..." the shaman continued, flattering Stefan with his tactful compliments.

"More than enough for you," Stefan breathed back, his cock already erect and shivering under the shaman's touch.

The native shaman knelt down, bringing himself closer to Stefan's sacred spirit tool as he intended to absorb the werewolf's spiritual energies.

"Hey shaman!" I barked.

He turned to look at my proud werewolf body.

"If we give you our spirit power, can you guide us to that town over that," I asked, my clawed finger pointing to the amalgamation of strange towers in the horizon.

The shaman looked at me with marginal disinterest. His eyes travelled from my body down my arm to my finger before looking at where I was pointing. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure," he barked in reply.

That did it for me, I supposed I would wait until they were done with whatever spiritual deeds they intended to accomplish before setting off on a safer journey thanks to the native who would hopefully be an experienced guide.