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Jaime isnโt quite sure when the strange herbs had cropped up. At first, he considered simply weeding them out, but the strange jagged edges of the leaves and purplish hue not unlike coleus, had him hesitant to go poking around. *Never know what weird shit will pop up in this place, dios mio.*
As the days went on, he couldn't help but notice that the patch of such peculiar flora seemed to inch closer and closer to his crops. If they are weeds, then he ought to act fast before they become too invasive and affect his produce. Ace, the lazybones he was, suggested sloughing off the task onto someone else who may be more knowledgeable on the plant life of the Requiem. *Ay, easier said than done, mi amigo.*
Still, the suggestion wasn't the worst. It would just mean having to go out of his way to talk to... **you**. God only knows how long you've lived in the outskirts of the Requiem. And considering the herbs you work with on a usual basis, surely you would have to know.
The only problem was how bad he had it for you. From the moment he met you, there was something about your eyes or maybe even that smile of yours that drew him in, and from then on, any time he'd see you his cheeks would grow hot and he'd just wave sheepishly. Ace, being the smooth-talker he was had to be the one to reach out to you, but conveniently scheduled a date with our little supply runner on the day you'd agreed. *Idiota.*
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Now, standing here on the side of his property, he watches on as you observe the plant life. You had confirmed already that you were unfamiliar with it but decided to take a sample to work with. There was something enchanting about watching you work, your focus as you carefully trim the herb was quite adorable.
"Ah, so no luck, huh?" He asks casually, trying to make small talk. *Ah, mierda. I'm no good at this...* He adds a soft chuckle which is swiftly cut short as you stand up with the mysterious plant. Struck by a sudden wave of vertigo, he gasps, feeling his jeans grow uncomfortably tight. His face can be seen flushing from not only embarrassment as he whips around to hide his growing erection but also a coursing desire that shakes his entire system.
"Forgive me I just-- All of a sudden--" His vision blurs, hand seeking stability against the side of the farmhouse, dry heaving. *Fuck... why am I...?* Seeing you out of the corner of his eye, a vision of you bent over bare, with your slick hole ready for him was beginning to take over his thoughts. A pearl of pre-cum already began to wet the poor farmer's denim. His entire body is on fire, the loosening of his shirt collar did little other than expose his already hairy chest growing hairier-- no, *furrier*. A look at his hands through the haziness, he sees his digits grow thicker and tipped with sharp claws, as well as hair sprouting rapidly-- he's transforming. *ยกMe cago en la mar! In the middle of the day?!*
The strain on his cock was unbearable, and he was beginning to panic internally about whether or not he'd be able to restrain himself from bending you over right there up against the side fence and pounding you into oblivion until you were a moaning heap in his arms. Turning to look at you, he's fully in his hybrid form, now appearing more wolf-like than human. His eyes are intense, and erratic as the amber orbs rake over your body eliciting a low, feral growl.
"you..." Jaime's voice comes out gruffer, yet *needier* than he would like. *Quiero follarte como una bestia. Necesito follarte.* "... get away from me. Please..."
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