by Pepper Pace
Paul’s shirt ripped as his body thickened. He touched his wet neck and jumped at Frank in rage, teeth snapping inches from Frank’s face.
In speed that was almost too quick to track, Frank brought up his forearm just in the knick of time. Paul’s impossibly wide teeth clamped down on the forearm and we heard a snapping--sharp and loud!
Frank screamed. The Council sprang to their feet, including me. Being closer I got to Paul first.
“Paul stop!” He released Frank’s arm with a final shake. He turned to me and licked his red lips. I was afraid of the wolf, I’m not going to lie, but I turned my back to him to face the approaching Council. They were not going to attack my man!
“There will be no feeding from the Werewolf. They take it as an act of aggression and they come on the defensive.”
The Council regarded me and Paul with interest but they at least stopped their approach. When I turned back to Paul he had mostly morphed back to his usual form. Frank was sitting on the floor favoring his arm, and not too surprisingly, looking at Paul warily.
Keada, who was friendliest with Frank, stooped down beside him giving Paul a wide berth.
“You might have just said that before he actually attacked.” Frank said in a tight voice.
“I think it was a lesson worth seeing.”
Kaniji stared at Paul with new interest. “I enjoyed the show.”
“Did he do that to you when you tried to feed?” Cyrene asked.
Paul put his hand around my waist. “Not quite.” I answered reluctantly, “but something similar.”
Paul wiped his lips until there was no more trace of blood. He was completely himself again.
“It happens automatically. Some things apparently trigger the Werewolf’s aggression. That’s one of them.” Paul removed his torn shirt. I noted that his beautiful chest captured the attention of the ladies in the room.
“So let me get this straight.” Tony said in a tight voice. “The reason you left was to protect the one person that your Werewolf has already attacked? How badly did you hurt her?”
“Excuse me! We all had a learning curve, remember?” I didn’t mention the relatives that he had eaten when he was first turned. Knowing what I was alluding to he gave me a hurt look.
I turned back to the rest of the Council squelching the regret I felt at my words. “Can we get back on track?”
Frank favored his arm but surprised me by resuming his seat.
Cyrene shrugged. “Fine. As we all know. Malarias is in Spain and will not be reporting back to the Elder Council. This is a fine time for us to discuss other matters that we would not have the Elders judge.”
I sat down quietly. This was the first time I’d ever heard of our Council being capable of any type of deception toward the Elders. I knew that they could dig into our brains and find what they wanted…although…my experience with Esmerelda taught me that it was possible for me to put things into my head that would fool them…
“When Malarias returns from the death ceremony and investigation of Esmerelda’s murder our Council member Kim will be scrutinized…and we all run a risk of being a part of a nationwide investigation.”
“What are you talking about? What does any of this have to do with you?”
Keada was the one to respond. “You know that there has been a long standing mistrust between the Old World Neratomay and the New World. Something like this could tip the scales to another war…and it won’t be so easy to hide from the humans as the last one. In this age of technology…the Neratomay Nation could be exposed.”
“This is all speculation.” Cyrene spoke. “Still the Barcelona Council is angry and not just at Athena, but at you.”
I sucked in air through my teeth. “Well hell.”
“What do you think the threat is from Athena?” Paul asked.
Kaniji smirked. “That’s obvious; that she implode our esteemed fellow Council member with a mere thought.”
Paul stared at Kaniji. “Athena is being judged on what she did to Esmerelda. If she hurts Kim in addition to that then she’d be breaking a direct command from the Committee. I hear that breaking rules is considered disastrous for Vampires.” He said tersely.
“Only if the committee finds Kim’s death a bad thing.” I stared at Kaniji. Did I say before that I really disliked that Bitch?
***
We adjourned by 4:30 which was good because of the long drive. Every one present had to give a report of their territory which then would be sent to the Elder Council. What they then did with the information was anybodies guess.
The drive back to the house was much more relaxing. I wanted to contact Monica but I was sure that she had already gone to sleep. I spoke to Julie mentally and got a report that the Guards were in place and everything was in order. There were no signs of Werewolves but they had Tige and another Vamp patrolling the property at regular intervals.
I knew that I really should have flashed home but it was so nice sitting with Paul.
“Everything okay?” He asked.
“Yeah. You want me to drive? You have to be exhausted.”
“No, I’m okay.”
I unhooked my seatbelt and snuggled against Paul’s warm body. He sighed and placed an arm around my shoulder.
“I love this car.” I said.
“I love you.” I looked up at him and smiled. He snuck a quick peck to my nose. The road was quiet which allowed me to become a little more amorous.
I sidled up next to him pressing my body against his as I nuzzled his neck.
“What are you doing?” He smiled. I teased his neck and ear with my tongue until I felt him shudder. I reached into his jacket. His flat nipples suddenly beaded tightly and I stroked them lightly with the tips of my fingers.
He breathed in deeply. “No fair.” He growled. “I can’t do you.”
I slid my hand down his front until I reached the button of his pants. I unfastened them and Paul reached down and adjusted himself quickly.
He put his hand on my leg and let it creep up my thigh. That damned skirt was in the way. I tugged it until the fabric ripped.
Paul sucked in a sharp breath as he fought to keep his eyes glued to the road.
I parted my legs giving him access to my black laced thongs. I thrust my pelvis forward as his fingers moved past the fabric to stroke my hot pussy.
“I have to pull the car over.” He said while slowing down.
“No!” I came up on my knees with his fingers still stroking me. When his thumb circled my clit I felt my juices coat his hand.
With a moan I reached into his shirt again and squeezed his nipple lightly while I lapped at his neck.
“Oh, Baby…” He groaned. “You’re going to make me wreck…”
I spotted his penis poking from the top of his unzipped pants. As it hardened it was lengthening at an incredible rate. He hadn’t morphed it earlier! This was all Paul! What a grower…Hungrily I gripped it in my hand and lowered my mouth over the head of it. So hot and silky in my mouth.
“Ohh!” He yelled. “Kim...” He warned.
I slobbered over his erection, pausing only long enough to ask him; “Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell No! But…can I pull over?”
“No.” I moaned. “Drive faster.” Then I continued slurping and lapping at his silky hardness.
“You’re crazy…” But he sped up whipping around the curves. I deep throated him and he threw his head back while still staring at the road.
“Oh, my G-…Don’t do that again-”
So I did it again and this time his hand gripped my hair and his pelvis rose off the seat then he thrust into my wide opened mouth.
I had to pull back to prevent myself from choking on him. But quickly I began slurping and lapping at him again.
“Ohhh!” He yelled. His hand slid into my blouse. Paul stroked my breasts and pinched my nipple gently.
I closed my eyes and savored the feel of him in my mouth and on my nipples.
He jerked the wheel suddenly and I could hear a horn blowing from behind us. I glanced up at him. Beads of sweat had formed on his face and his eyes were wide opened. Still, he didn’t stop pumping into my mouth.
I felt his hand across my back, over my hips until his hand was gripping one bare buttock. His middle finger firmly grazed the crack of my ass until the finger was pushing into my pussy.
I bucked my hips involuntarily and moaned against his wet cock. Then I sucked the tip hard. He forced his finger in and out of me rapidly while I squirmed. Then he had two fingers and next three fingers. The sound of my wetness as he moved rapidly in and out of me seemed to drive him crazy. His cock seemed to stiffen impossibly hard in my mouth and with a low cry Paul came.
I did glance up then because we were driving at a very fast pace. But his eyes were wide on the road while he panted and groaned. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel the other hand; the one buried in my pussy was working me fast. I didn’t want to but as I felt my own orgasm approaching I released him and buried my head into his crotch.
Yelling, I felt liquid running down the inside of my thighs as my pussy gripped and convulsed around his fingers.
“Paul!! Ohhh…” I moaned.
He slowed his fingers until they were stroking me gently; his wet fingers leaving a warm trail across my ass and thighs. My legs quivered and I curled up on the seat contented with my head on Paul’s shoulder. He stroked my hair as he continued to drive.
“Damn, Baby.” He murmured. “Now, when we get home I want to eat you. No bath, no shower, I want to taste your cum, okay?”
I felt my clit quivering again.
“Okay.” I croaked.
***
As it turned out we had plenty of time for Paul to feast and for us both to cum at least once more.
As his tongue lapped at me, I wondered if he’d continue eating me out after I slept. Some men liked going down…Paul loved it. I wasn’t quite sure if it was him or if it was the wolf in him…
But…as it turned out, it wasn’t Paul that I should have been worried about. True, when I awoke I was being eaten--but not by Paul. Blood was everywhere and the sudden streak of pain I had was indescribable. I looked down to see that there was something in my hands, slick and long like a snake…it was my intestines…
CHAPTER 14
The pain was immediate. One moment I was asleep, the next I was convulsing in agony. My hand was clawing at my stomach and dark, blackish blood was pouring out of me. Despite the agonizing pain, my mind snapped to attention. Even though all I wanted to do was writhe in agony my mind wouldn’t allow me to ignore what was happening around me.
I felt as if I was moving under water. Everything was going in slow motion and I could barely move my limbs let alone open my eyes. Two things I recognized immediately though; There was a dead werewolf just a foot from me, and Paul was semi morphed and fighting off two more.
What I had seen the night before was nothing. What I had seen Paul become last night was nothing. Fully morphed Weres were HUGE! They weren’t wolves they weren’t men they were a Suped up combination of both!
Paul is a big man but he was dwarfed by the two Weres and more were coming into the bedroom.
Then I noticed something pretty significant. It was daylight. I was awake and it was daylight.
My body was lying on the floor with my feet still on the bed as if something had dragged me off.
My stomach hurt so bad and it reminded me of a story that I had been told as a child; the Billy Goats Gruff. In the story a big bad wolf had the tables turned on him by the little goats that he had gone after when their mother was away. They cut open the wolf’s belly and removed their eaten brothers and sisters and then filled the wolf with stones. And somehow I was now the wolf and instead of stones it felt like there were burning hot coals filling my stomach!
Despite everything else my mind seemed to eerily clamp on an odd fact; if I wasn’t a Vampire right now, the pain I was experiencing would have been unbearable. This I didn’t doubt for a moment. So…that meant when I was being burned by that silver I wasn’t experiencing the pain that a human would have experienced, when I was having sex with my lover, whose dick was bigger than the width of a soda can, my ability to accommodate him was only made possible by my Vampirism.
Therefore being disemboweled post-Vampirism was different then being disemboweled pre-Vampirism. This wasn’t a killing blow. I said it to myself again. This isn’t a killing blow.
I’m not going to die from an injury like this…but Paul might. If I didn’t get my ass together and help him then he would…and then I might as well be dead, too.
I sat up and the pain was like razors cutting through my organs. I pierced my lips and bit back a tortured scream. For the moment I was beneath the radar. Evidently the Weres thought I was not a threat.
I heard Paul let out a high pitched yell and then a Werewolf went flying across the room. It slammed into my mirrored dresser with a yelp and didn’t move. Immediately two more tackled Paul to the ground. In addition to the dead Were that had evidently attacked me, two others lay dead; one with his throat ripped out, the other had a broken back and lay at a strange angle.
What the fuck could I do! Every move I made was like a searing poker that ripped through me.
“Julie?! Tige?! Tony, help me!” But it was daylight. They couldn’t hear me…if in fact Julie and Tige still lived.
“Monica! Oh Monica, where are you?! Are you okay?!”
“Tyler?”
Maybe they were…My heart felt like it could explode. I tried another tactic.
“Karen! Mara!” But there was no response. It was the daylight. Evidently I didn’t have the power to transmit during the day.
With the last bit of my reserve I clenched my teeth and sat up. But the pain was so bad that I immediately blacked out.
***
The next time I opened my eyes I couldn’t immediately see clearly, but I knew I wasn’t in the bedroom. I was surprised to still be alive. How could I have blacked out when Paul needed me most?!
I was in motion and moving at a fast pace. It was still day. I was outside; in the woods but the smell of blood and other things was strong. I squinted my eyes and saw that I was being carried by Paul. He was so bloody…Claw marks ran all over his face and neck. His shoulder and arm bled the most. Something had ripped him from his shoulder to his elbow down to the bone. How he held me I don’t know but we were running through the forest impossibly fast.
“Paul…”
He looked down at me and slowed. “Baby, you need to get out of here. I need you to flash yourself to safety!” He was exhausted using the very last of his energy.
“Paul…no I can’t leave-”
“You have to! I have to change. I have to heal before I bleed to death. I can’t change with you here because I don’t know what the Were will do to you…I just don’t know. But I can’t-you have to get out of here!”
I concentrated on his words and thought about a place that I could go. Tony’s place was my first thought.
Generally all I’d have to do normally is want to be somewhere, and then it would happen. I felt a brief flash of vertical but nothing else happened.
I couldn’t flash. I could barely concentrate. The sun was draining me. I was so tired and my stomach hurt so much.
“I-I can’t. I hurt so much and the daylight...”
Paul stopped abruptly. He was panting. He lowered us to the ground. His hair covered his face. He looked defeated.
“You’re going to have to change, Paul. They’re coming…” I could hear their steady approach. They were coming fast; four or five of them.
He was so tired he was quivering. “There’s no moon, Paul…can you change all the way?”
He nodded without looking at me. “I have to. I have to.”
I scooted slowly away from him. Blood was still pouring from my belly and my hand was holding parts of myself that your eyes should never see, but my br
ief black out seemed to have healed me a bit. Instead of razors in my belly It felt like dull knife blades.
He lifted his head in exhaustion to watch me. “I’ll try my best remember that I’m really human. But if something happens…forget about me and save yourself, even if that means you have to save yourself from me. I love you.” Slowly his eyes turned gold as he continued watching me. Then quickly his body thickened. He was already shirtless but he was wearing jeans that were soaked in blood. He pulled them off and crouched down and turned his attention to watch his arms pulse.
Before my eyes they doubled and seemed to even triple in size. Paul’s head went back and a howl that seemed to take every breath of his body exploded from his throat. I covered my ears. The very forest seemed to freeze at the sound of him.
What happened next wasn’t pretty. Hair started sprouting from his body in ripples. It reminded me of a wheat field and the way the air seemed to make it move in waves. He howled again and this time it seemed there was pain in the cry.
I swallowed dryly.
Paul shook his head back and forth, and gripped his head in hands that were hooked and taloned. I could hear something cracking sharply then Paul’s face elongated. Fine black hair had sprouted there and his nose was absolutely canine. It quivered and then it was done. It hadn’t taken a minute but the new Paul was crouching before me. He was bigger, taller…and I wouldn’t have recognized him if I hadn’t seen him change before my eyes.
A Werewolf, unlike an actual wolf looks like a monster. Paul was black with thick hair covering his entire body. Even his face was covered in the thick hair. His chest had lighter fur that ran down to his groin. I could see his genitalia, more human then animal; his scrotum covered in finer hair and his penis that fell thickly between his thighs.
Those thighs were roped with muscles that stood out barely confined by his skin. But it was below his knees that it got horribly scary. His bones below the knees were elongated and he balanced his weight on the tips of his feet so that they resembled more paws then feet.
Don’t faint…don’t faint, I kept saying.
