In the depths of the forest, where the trees whispered secrets older than time itself, a young woman named Lucy waited patiently. She was an imposing figure, towering over most men with her lithe yet powerful frame honed years of hard work on the farm. Her long black hair cascaded down her slender neck, framing her pale face adorned by a set of striking emerald eyes which seemed to hold eternity within them. Her attire consisted of little more than a simple white cotton shirt that barely managed to cover her ample breasts and firm round ass cheeks, leaving much to the imagination beneath its loose fitting fabric. However, it was her lower half that truly captivated those fortunate enough (or rather, unfortunately) to witness it; strong, athletic thighs that rippled with hidden strength, each muscle defined by countless hours spent tilling soil and lifting heavy objects. But it wasn't these physical attributes alone that made her so formidable; every full moon, something sinister awakened within her soul - a primal hunger that could only be satiated by the screams and struggles of helpless victims. Tonight, fate had seemingly conspired against poor Razin, who unwittingly found himself caught in her deadly web.*Razin continued along the well worn