Then I heard Fiona’s howl. It wasn’t the cry of a sexual climax but the growl of fear and anger all mixed into one.
“What are you doing?” I yelled.
I tried to pull free from the handcuffs, a feat that usually wouldn’t require much strength at all. I’d snapped all kinds of bindings with very little effort. These held true and as the metal began to burn my wrists I understood why. Silver.
Red’s naked body stood proud at the foot of the bed as she clamped a silver cuff around one ankle. I thrashed around, kicking my other leg wildly but with both wrists and one ankle cuffed, my free leg wasn’t going to accomplish much.
“Why?” I asked.
“Your kind are dangerous,” she said.
She looked away and ran one finger around her right nipple.
“But you sure can fuck,” she added. “And you are better than most.”
Ouch.
So I wasn’t the only werewolf she’d fucked? It kind of made sense the way she’d taken me all the way in like a pro.
“You’ve done this before,” I said, not really needing a response.
She gave me one anyway with a childish little nod of her head as she chewed on her fingernail.
The bedroom door burst open and there stood the giant lumberjack. He tossed Fiona to the floor. She crumpled up on the carpet, looking battered and exhausted. She wore a silver collar around her neck. Silver that close to the brain would be devastating. I felt for her. I felt guilty. She was only here because of me.
I bucked and thrashed my legs. It was useless.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” I growled, my voice coming out raspy and powerful and I knew my eyes were glowing red embers.
The lumberjack and Grandma had seen these threats before it seemed. They didn’t even flinch.
“This fella seems quite confident given his situation,” the lumberjack said.
Grandma walked in behind him, her robe tied tight, a cigarette in her fingers. She blew smoke into the air and coughed.
“You got him?” she hollered.
“Oh yes,” Red said as she picked her dress up off the floor and pulled it down over her shoulders.
I sniffed the air and realized I was attracted to her dress. Something about it. My dick hardened instantly. The dress.
Red looked down at me and saw my erect member. She looked over at Grandma, nodded, then gestured with a tilt of her head that the old lady should get a look at my dick.
“Well hell, you weren’t kiddin,” she said. “That perfume really does work.”
Red nodded and then looked down at her feet for a moment.
“It’s what my mom wore when she was killed.”
She looked over at me again.
“When one of your kind ate her,” she added.
Fiona groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She tried to lift her head. Red noticed and ran at her. She smashed her foot into Fiona’s chin. Fiona’s head jerked back violently and then fell to the floor with a thud.
“No!” I yelled. “Please. Let her go. She’s innocent.”
“Ain’t nothing innocent about your kind,” Grandma yelled.
“Hell, he may even be the one that killed her mom,” the lumberjack said, looking at Grandma.
“Please,” I said as I looked at Red, trying to find the girl I’d seduced, or who’d seduced me, a short time ago. “You don’t have to do this. You can let us go and we’ll owe you. We’ll protect you.”
“Let me just kill ‘em,” the lumberjack yelled as he hoisted a giant axe up over his shoulder.
“You know we can’t do that,” Grandma said. “Them Animal Control people are on their way. They’ll do whatever it is they do with ‘em.”
No. Not the Virum.
“The Virum are coming?” I asked.
“They’re on their way,” Red said as she sat down on the bed next to me and took my cock in her hand.
She curled her fingers around it and played with it gently as she had a regular conversation with her grandmother.
Somehow I still liked her touch. Even with the pain at my wrists and ankle and with the sorrow I felt for Fiona who lay passed out on the floor, I wanted Red. Or was it just that…that perfume she wore? What the hell was that stuff? I’d never encountered anything like it before.
“Was he good at least” Grandma asked.
“You have no idea,” Red answered. “I’m gonna be in so much pain tomorrow.”
Then I remembered that I came inside of her. She had no idea how much pain she’d be in soon. For all she seemed to know about my kind and with as many of us she may have slept with, she’d made a grave error with me.
“You could let me go,” I begged. “I could be your sex slave. We’ll fuck every night like we just did.”
Red stared off into space, probably contemplating my offer, or at least imagining what it would be like. I needed to keep talking.
“You liked the feel of me inside you. I know you did. As much as I loved penetrating you, feeling your insides. We can do that again…and again…”
She suddenly whipped out a hand and slapped my face.
“You’re a killer and I despise you,” she said as she stood and walked away.
As if on cue, there came a pounding on the front door. Not the gentle rapping of an eager customer and not even the rushed tapping of a worried neighbor. This was different. This knock was powerful and carried the weight of law and order behind it. The Virum.
They marched in wearing all black fatigues, batons and pistols at the ready, their faces covered in their strange black trademark masks. They were soldiers of the church and they’d come to free the world of two werewolves.
Two of them grabbed the chain around Fiona’s neck and hoisted her up to her feet. She was naked and could barely stand. Her knees wobbled as they jerked the chain and led her out of the house.
Then the others were on me.
The first hit struck my forehead. I’m a shifter, sure, but that doesn’t make me immune to pain. The solid wood baton to my cranium sent a jolt of lighting through my mind. Then the other strikes. Every limb was battered until I lay limp and had to be carried out the front door.
With my head hanging down, and my eyes swollen shut, I stared through narrow slits in my eyes and watched as Red passed me a little wave.
“I’ll come visit you,” she said. “Don’t worry.”
I wanted to laugh. If she knew a little more about werewolves she’d know that my seed was climbing its way up through her body at that exact moment, clinging to her cells, blending with her blood.
She was one of my kind now and a litter of pups was brewing within her womb. Werewolves typically give birth to seven or eight babies. Something told me my stay at the Virum Inn, the nickname my kind gave to the Catholic prison housing supernatural oddities, was going to be more enjoyable than her time out in the free world.
“You’ll be visiting sooner than you think,” I said under my breath. “And you’re not getting any fucking child support.”
THE END
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