2 comments/ 3711 views/ 7 favorites That First Pinprick By: Wifetheif "Despite how nice this week has been I still don't like your friend any more than the last times we met." stated Alice matter of factually. "Why? Elliot is a great guy!" "Phil, have you even noticed the way he looks at me?" "Well, you are really beautiful, Alice, honey. I take it as a compliment." "You would, Phil. He's practically undressing me with his eyes. It is not flattering, it's rude!" Alice's husband took a moment from coming his hair and turned to face his bride. She stood five foot seven, with a slim athletic frame surmounted by two large, firm breasts. Her long legs looked fantastic in the black stockings that enticed the eye as they peeked through the long slits of her tan gown. Phil knew just how lucky he was to have won Alice over a gaggle of suitors. An irritated expression crossed his handsome face. "I'm sorry if Elliot has been making you feel uncomfortable. When I get a chance I'll take him aside privately and tell him to knock it off." "You SAY you will, darling but I know that you won't. Your too impressed with his old money and his distinguished family. Just because you grew up poor with the ordinary moniker of Harris, you stand in awe of him." "That's not true, Alice dear. I've told Elliot off lots of times." "HA! If he asked you for permission to sleep with me you only ask him when he intended to return me home! You are a strong independent man, Phil, why do you turn to jelly when dealing with Elliot." "I do not! It is just that I've never had a friend like him. After all, I'm a nobody from Kentucky who managed to win a full scholarship to Yale. I was the proverbial fish out of water. But, who my history didn't seem to matter to Elliot. He helped me fit in. Most of what I have today, including you, came, one way or another, from my friendship with him." Alice stepped a pace closer to her husband and lightly stroked his cheek "I think you are selling yourself short, darling. You have given far too much credit to Elliot. You would still be where you are today without him." Phil bent low and kissed his trim, blonde wife. "If only that were true, dearest." Whatever Alice Harris (nee) Faye was going to say never reached her lips, for at that moment a smartly tailored butler entered the large bedroom and announced, "Dinner is served." After a final examination of her features in the large wall mirror, Alice took her husband's hand and fell in beside him. Despite her misgivings about their host, Alice had to conclude that the man certainly knew how to properly flaunt his wealth. Fine artwork, much of it by famous names, lined the long hallway which opened up to give a view of the massive dining room which, in turn, could be accessed by taking either one of two winding staircases. It was straight out of "Gone With the Wind." Surrounding the house were almost a hundred acres of forest, manicured lawns and enchanting gardens. All of it looked very much like a European estate or the playground of an Astor or a Rockefeller. Alice could not help but be impressed. Her own Phil did well, but, of course, this was an entirely different plain of existence. Elliot's family had been aristocrats in Europe for over a thousand years. A century before the Revolution they had been in America. Alice had been suitably impressed when she and Phil had toured the family portrait gallery. Preserved on canvas were the visages of business executives, supreme court justices, secretaries of state, even a vice president of the United States! How odd that such a distinguished family should dwindle to just a single heir, for there were just three settings at the ornate table all gathered at one end to make conversation easiest. As far as Alice was concerned, there was something not quite right about their host's explanation for his family's dissipation. She also thought it strange that a man like Elliot would remain a bachelor for so long. He was handsome enough, not her type, but Alice knew lots of girls who wouldn't kick him out of bed. Both the way he undressed Alice with his eyes and the stories Phil had told him about their escapades in college, proved to Alice's satisfaction that their host was not, even in secret, gay. There was some piece of the puzzle missing, but Alice was damned if she could figure it out. Dinner was wonderful. Elliot's chef had been recruited off the staff of a five-star French restaurant. Elliot was the first to admit that he was an extravagance. "I don't entertain like I used to so most nights he cooks just for one." stated Elliot is his surprisingly gruff voice. "To keep his skills up I also have him cook for the staff. My cleaning ladies dine on escargot and filet of sole!" stated Elliot before breaking into his normal harsh laugh. He was tall and bulky. Phil had told her that, under his clothes, his friend was the hairiest man he had ever met. "When he takes his shirt off, he looks like a wooly bear caterpillar!" Elliot's jaw was wide and his nose fairly prominent. Alice noted that the current occupant of this estate, Lupine Manor, bore the same genetic features of those in his portrait gallery. One thing Alice did admire about Elliot was his abilities as a raconteur. He had her in stitches the entire meal. All ate until they were full before retiring to a drawing room. Elliot displayed his abilities at the piano, encouraging Alice to sing "By he Light of the Silvery Moon" the sheet music of which was on display. Alice had a fine voice and enjoyed singing a great deal. Had she not married Phil, she might have pursued a career in acting or music. When both Phil and Elliot finished applauding, Elliot was effusive in his praise. "You are what dreams are made of, Alice." he stated, inadvertently revealing far more about his feelings towards the wife of his best friend than was appropriate. Phil coughed nervously and Alice blushed. "I'll be a gentlewoman and refrain from asking you the nature of your dreams, Elliot." replied Alice stonily. Color came to Elliot's cheeks and he replied, "I'm sorry, Alice, Phil. It is just that I can not seem to find a woman as charming and as beautiful as yourself. Either they see my money and don't see me. Or else they see the real me and become frightened of him. It is very frustrating. My own mother had no love for my father, she slept with him only because she wanted the trappings of wealth. I was an annoyance to her at best. My father was too wrapped up in business to note the steady stream of handsome young men who "somehow" managed to find an entree into my mother's chambers." Alice noted an authentic tear in one of Elliot's luminous brown eyes before he continued. "I vowed that I would never enter a loveless marriage. If I found the right one, the perfect one, I told myself. I would do what I had to to MAKE her mine. If I had to spend every dime I owned and had to raze this mansion to MAKE her love me I would do it!" Both Alice and Phil noted the emotion in Elliot's face. Phil broke the mood by saying, "Whoa, buddy, back off I'm sure Miss right is out there probably a lot closer than you think." Elliot's features brightened and he replied. "I hope, no I KNOW you are right, pal." The rest of the evening passed quite sweetly for all. About an hour before bedtime Elliot produced a small cedar box inlaid with silver filigree. He opened it to reveal a beautiful brooch consisting of a circle of rubies. It appeared quite costly and very old. As Elliot displayed the jewelry he said a quite insouciant manner, "Would you humor me by accepting this pin, Alice? Despite appearances, it has NOT been in my family for generations. It is quite old, however. My father had a tradition of gifting beautiful women who came to dine in our home a little bauble of appreciation for their loveliness and goodness. I seek to continue this tradition, though clearly not for the reasons he did, which was to make my mother jealous. I just think it is a noble idea. May I pin it on you, Alice?" Rendered speechless by the beauty of the pin and the sincerity in how it was offered to her, Alice made no objection. She straightened up and gestured to a spot just above her ample bosom. Alice was struck by the almost animal-like warmth of Elliot's body as he leaned forward and gingerly gathered the fabric of Alice's dress. The mood was instantly shattered when Elliot accidentally pushed the pin deeply into Alice's skin. Alice screamed more from surprise than pain. A crimson circle appeared upon her expensive tan gown. "I am so sorry, Alice. I'm such a klutz!" "Think nothing about it, Elliot, the pin is lovely, Now if you men will excuse me I'm going to treat this wound." Alice hurriedly made her way up the stairs and down the hall to her room. As she walked, the skin puncture from the pin seemed to have an outsized sting. Once in her room, Alice sat at the dressing table and reached for the catch of her gown thus freeing her spectacular breasts. As Alice stared at the wound in the mirror it appeared red and swollen, as though already infected. It was not like any previous wound Alice had ever received. She held a tissue to the tear in her flesh and rooted around until she found some antiseptic lotion. It seemed to her that there was far more blood than such an injury should normally produce. Before her mind could progress further in that thought, the bleeding stopped and the thudding ache vanished. Alice eyed the brooch. It truly was beautiful. Alice gazed at the gems and her now scabbing pin prick. "Perhaps, to own something this beautiful, I really do have to shed blood for it." she thought to herself before applying a small bandage to her wound, removing her dress, examining the bloodstain, and then finding something simple, yet elegant to wear to return to the menfolk. A little more than an hour later Alice and Phil slid between the sheets of the best mattress either had encountered. Alice had surprised herself by donning the slinkiest of the nighties she had packed. Even though she was usually quite tired at this hour, Alice found herself in the mood. REALLY in the mood. Phil drove the sleepiness from his mind when Alice's passionate kisses made clear her intentions. "Well, What has come over you, Miss,'If I'm not in bed by eleven, my whole next day is ruined'?" Alice returned Phil's sarcastic smirk with a mischievous grin of her own and replied, "A smart husband would not question his good fortune or look a gift horse in the mouth. Now shut up and kiss me again." Phil was amazed at his wife's sudden intense passion. Not that their sex life wasn't exciting but Alice tended to schedule their encounters. He would come home from work, for example, and discover her in some shimmery, gossamer, lace fantasy and Phil would know exactly how he was going to be spending the next five hours or so. Phil had every inch of his wife's body memorized. From her cute little toes to her halo-like nimbus of golden hair. Few men were as blessed as he was, a fact that both of them knew and appreciated. Alice's long graceful legs tapered away from sweetly swelling hips. Alice always kept the yellow thatch of her womanhood neat and trim. It complimented her ivory skin magnificently. In her flat, trim tummy, an enticing navel. Her graceful ribs supported two perfect orbs surmounted with soft pink nipples and golden brown areolas. Aside from their after work rendezvous, he and Alice also got rather randy on the weekends. But on virtually every night of their marriage since returning from their honeymoon, Alice was asleep by fifteen after eleven. Phil had learned to ignore the evening erections the presence of his sexy young wife in his bed never ceased to arouse. Often he slipped out of bed after Alice drifted off to sleep and beat it off in the bathroom. Alice being horny at bedtime just never entered the equation. Whatever it was that had come over Alice, Phil could not get enough of it. She kissed her way down his body while sensually twisting her body as her mouth set to work on her husband's manhood. As she set began fellatio, Phil found his wife's tight blonde box just centimeters from his nose and lips. She smelled like heaven and tasted like honey. As each applied themselves to the task of pleasing their partner, sibilant sounds of pleasure filled the large, tastefully decorated bedroom. Phil heard Alice make her unmistakable sigh of orgasm as she withdrew her mouth from around his organ. He spouted like a whale all over his crotch and the sheets. Alice turned until she was in Phil's arms. Her blue eyes glimmered with an inner fire and Phil realized that she was not done for the evening. They kissed and nuzzled and Phil set to work with his tongue working his way first up her body from the tips of her toes to her hips and then down her body from her neck to her thighs. Having delightfully teased her, Phil then began eating out his wife for the second time. It was at this point that Phil's manhood returned to full mast. Alice slid out from under her husband and positioned herself for doggy style sex. Phil ADORED this position. Alice did not. Phil received it willingly from his wife only on his birthday and the anniversary date of when he had first proposed. As Phil savored the view of his wife's fantastic ass he stated with complete sincerity, "We should come here more often." 'I quite agree, darling." replied Alice in a very breathy and very sexy voice. That night the couple had their most restful sleep and sweetest dreams since their wedding night. Phil and Alice wore sheepish expressions as they made their way to brunch the next morning. Both had slept so late that the meal had been delayed several hours. "I'm sorry," stated Phil, creating an alibi, "that bed of yours was so comfortable that we slept a lot longer than we intended." Elliot, gazed up at Phil, then cast his eye on Alice, easily perceiving her subtle flush of embarrassment. Wearing his best poker face her replied, "Think nothing of it, Phil. If you want I can have a brand new duplicate of that mattress shipped to you." "No, that is fine Elliot. Let's eat and plan our day." It turned out that Elliot had already done the planning. When brunch concluded Elliot led Phil and Alice out a side door where three mountain bikes awaited. "I thought that we would hit my private trails today. Oh have no fear, I don't expect it to be overly strenuous. We won't be scaling hills or trying to set speed records. I just thought it would be a wonderful relaxation. Some of the views of my mansion and grounds from the woods are breathtaking." Alice began to protest, "But I didn't bring ..." Elliot cut her off with, "Alice do you think me so gauche a host that I would not have arranged for proper attire?. I had one of the servants deliver your clothing to your room while we dined. I'm nothing if not a courteous host Besides, Phil," he finished, "this gives me a chance to really gaze upon Alice's legs!" An irked Alice interjected, "Elliot!" Phil laughed nervously and replied, "Elliot, if you weren't such a good friend, I'd really have to have a long talk with you." The gorgeous mid-summer day was quite enjoyable for all of them. Alice pushed away her nagging questions as to why her spandex shorts and top seemed to be cut far tighter and shorter than either Phil's or Elliot's and just focused on having a wonderful time. Their host's stares were tolerable. Elliot was, surprisingly, not as blatant as he had bee the previous days. Just as Elliot had promised all of the views of the estate were stunning. As to it not being strenuous, well... From the moment Alice had opened her eyes this day, she felt like she could run a marathon. Some new power seemed to be coursing through her veins. Alice challenged Phil to race after race up some of the steepest hills on Elliot's course. Much to her husband's chagrin, Alice won virtually every heat. Elliot, serving as timekeeper and referee seemed to be getting, even more, enjoyment out of the day than Alice was. As sunset neared the trio rode back to the house. Elliot was smiling like a mad man, Alice, despite her perspiration drenched body and clothes, seemed fresh as not spent in the least, Phil was aching in muscles he never knew he had. As they showered together in the huge shower off their bedroom. Phil was beside himself. "I wonder if something is wrong with me. I could not keep up with you at all. Maybe I need a physical." Alice laughed and said, "It's not you. I've felt like God damned Power Girl all bleeping day! Whatever is in the air in this place, I want to bottle it and bring it home." The early dinner was quite tasty but much simpler than the previous night's fare but there was plenty of it. Alice felt like a glutton as she packed away the food. The conversation around the table was sparse. Phil was still nursing his wounded ego, Alice seemed only interested in eating and Phil simply sat with a beatific smile on his face. As soon as the meal concluded Phil's obviously tired voice stated, "I'm beat." Alice rose from the table, turned to Elliot and stated. "I'd love to stay and chat, Elliot but Phil has had a hard day. He needs a bit of the Florence Nightingale touch." "I quite understand, Alice. I'm sure I will see you in the morning." Alice marched her listless husband up the stairs. He barely had the energy to brush his teeth. Alice helped Phil into his pajamas. In a symbol of solidarity, she donned her own matching pair before she tucked him into bed and kissed him good night. Alice laid herself down, atop the covers, next to her husband. For Alice, there was only one way this day could have ended to make it perfect, and that was with a session of passionate intercourse With Phil dead to the world that was an impossibility. Or way it? Alice's hand darted below the waistband of her pajama bottoms and she noted the lovely glow of moonlight filling the darkened room. Through the window, the moon seemed especially close and luminous. There was, in the distance, some sort of animal cry and then things went dark. Alice awoke from nightmarish dreams with a start. She was not in her bed next to Phil! Alice's heart fell like an elevator with a severed cable when recognized the room as Elliot's! With complete horror, she realized that she was naked under the covers and blanket! Like a nightmare come true, sitting above her, with a sly grin on his face was Elliot! He was wearing a silk robe parted in the front revealing a veritable forest of thick dark hair. It was obvious he wore nothing underneath it. "Oh my God" screamed Alice. "What have you done?" "Calm down, Alice. Is that any way to speak to your future husband?" "Fuck You you sleazy pervert! Where are my clothes? PHIL!", "Phil can't hear you, Alice. I drugged his wine last night. He'll probably sleep the clock around. As to your clothes, If you'll recall, you shredded them last night." Alice's face took on a quizzical expression. Elliot seemed to be recalling a bit of her own dream! "Have you ever wondered why this estate is called 'Lupine Manor?'" Alice shook her head. Her outrage and horror somehow kept in check by Elliot, some power, for lack of any other word, was emanating from him. "Lupine, from the Latin, Lupus, Canis Lupus to be precise, the wolf. In my family's case, it means werewolf. You see, lovely Alice. Last night was the full moon, I turned into a wolf... and so did you!" Alice's eyes opened wide in terror. "Then that dream, that bloody awful dream?" "Was real. We spent the night hunting down rabbits and then we made love when the moon was at its zenith. Such passion, Alice. Phil was certainly a lucky man" "Alice's mind reeled. It all came back to her. The moonlight clouding her senses for a moment and then her rolling off the bed and landing on all fours like an animal. The deep howl forcing its way out of her throat like some spiritual thing and then her body changing. She saw it all now. Her pajamas bursting at the seams and falling in tatters upon the floor. Her beautiful porcelain skin breaking out in thick gray fur. Her arms and legs growing powerful and sinewy. The jutting jaw, the acute sense of smell in her swelling nose. The sense of power and purpose and overwhelming hunger that came over all of her senses. Her hearing had never been as acute as in her dream. Her long pink tongue and sharp pointed teeth delightfully dripped saliva And then she remembered turning and spying another of her kind in the room with her. That First Pinprick Alice recalled herself as the wolf-like creature, falling in next to a larger, darker, and unquestionably male being like herself, and making her way with him down the stairs and out an open side door. She recalled their night in the woods devouring rabbits. She could still hear their pathetic death cries! She could still taste their warm, iron rich blood. She remembered savoring the hunt and being sated as never before. Alice's mind reeled with the realization that it was more than a dream; it bore the unmistakable stamp of reality. And then when the moon was at its highest an even more powerful passion filled her. She had eyed that male companion lustfully, licked him all over with her acutely sensitive tongue. She remembered his erection, such power, and promise! It attracted her like a magnet to steel The hot, overwhelming passion filled her and she saw herself rising up on her haunches and offering herself to him! Alice could still feel the intense male breath in her ear as his firm maleness filled her with a totality and intensity that caused her heart to beat a manic tattoo. She recalled every thrust of their copulation and her subsequent feeling of utter bliss as both of them howled at the witnessing moon! "God, that CAN'T be true!" sputtered Alice at last. "Look at your wedding ring, Alice, darling," Ignoring, Elliot's gross intimacies, Alice raised her left hand. Her wedding band and engagement ring hung loosely upon her finger, perilously close to falling off. It was as though some great force from inside the ring had caused it to expand in all directions at once! "But how?" asked Alice weakly. The brooch. Before it had pierced your skin, it had been steeping for a week in a vial of my own blood. It only takes a single drop to change a person. In most cases that drop is delivered through a bite, but I am civilized!" Alice's mouth fell open. As unbelievable as it seemed, she knew fully and completely that Elliot had spoken the truth. That HE was the male wolf creature in her room and that it had been Elliot in the guise of a wolf whom she had given herself to! Her sudden conviction of reality quickly morphed to repulsion and anger. "You bastard! What have you done to me? You had NO right, How could you? Phil is your best friend. More importantly, I DO NOT love you, nor will I EVER love you! Now, fix what you did and I won't have Phil tear you to pieces." Elliot emitted a course chuckle and said, "Short of a silver bullet, there IS no "cure", charming Alice. I also had every right to do what I did. My species must survive. A decade ago, certain parties betrayed the secret of our kind to superstitious busy-bodies. At a gathering in Europe, a group of these "do gooders" armed with high powered weapons with silver tipped ordinance decimated our numbers. Precious few of us escaped. Most, such as myself, lost our entire families. That is why I am the last of my line. Our relative's deaths were covered up by the various governments. Imagine if the public were to discover that a number of their own political representatives owed no allegiance to the human race! Oh, we have friends and associates among the mortals, but, in the end, our own needs are paramount. Instead of being outraged, you should be thanking me. I have essentially made you immortal. You shall never age, your gorgeous figure will remain alluring and supple for all time. I'm your liberator!" "My, God. You are serious!" Alice tightened the sheet and blanket about herself. "Get this through your thick skull. I belong to Phil Harris and he belongs to me. I am leaving this mansion with him, shaking the dust of this place from my feet and I am NEVER coming back." Elliot smirked and said. "You can't belong to Phil anymore. If you care about him you will inform him that you are staying here with me. You see, delightful Alice, when the next full moon rises, your blood will also rise and you will NEED to dine. My estate is kept well stocked with rabbits, squirrels, and other succulent creatures. If such animals are not available, your hunger would not go unsatiated. You see, Alice, our kind is quite capable of feeding on human flesh for our sustenance. If I sent you home with Phil, in a month, when the moon became full once more and you became your new true wolf self, you would find that you needed to dine on SOMETHING. That something would most likely be your husband or some other innocent civilian whose only crime was to be perambulating by moonlight." As the full impact of Elliot's words hit Alice's consciousness she recoiled at its implications. "You MONSTER!" "My people wear that appellation with pride. However, we prefer the term changeling." "And you think I would consent to this? To be made into some sort of freak? You actually expect me to be grateful! You are a real piece of work, Elliot". Elliot brushed a lank hair back as he eyed Alice. Coming as close to contriteness as Alice had ever seen in him, he replied slowly and softly, "Naturally, I don't expect gratitude right away. You need time to adjust. You need time to truly appreciate and savor the gift I have presented to you. It will not come immediately, but I expect that fairly soon you will come to love me. I will make you love me!" Alice's eyes filled with tears as she replied, "You can't force love, Elliot. You can't make a woman love you. What you HAVE done is stolen love from my life. What you HAVE done is betrayed your best friend. What you HAVE done is created a mess. One that is going to take considerable skill to survive, psychically if not necessarily physically. If you were going to do this, why did you not, at least, seek out a woman who was attracted to you? I could have found you someone nice." Elliot's gaze penetrated Alice as he replied, "Would you have found a woman for me, Alice, if you knew I intended to change her into what I am? I have to live in secret. In the world beyond my estate, I have to live in fear. I could only risk doing what I did for the perfect woman. You are that perfect woman, Alice. You alone, out of all the women I have met, possesses the beauty, the intelligence and the wisdom to fit into my world. I HATE doing this to Phil but there are billions of human beings in the world and precious few of our kind." Alice sighed and said clearly and forcefully, "Your needs do not take precedence over my needs. No matter how desperate your situation, you had no right to convert me against my will. Not everyone wants to live forever. I wanted to grow old and gray with Phil. To spend every day enjoying his company and then to spend eternity with him. Where are all those dreams now? I am angry, Elliot and I will be angry for a very long time. You have taken me from the man I love. Worse than that you have made me a danger to the man who I promised to love and honor who is 'flesh of my flesh.' For a guy who went to Yale, you sure are dense" Alice witnessed authentic tears fill Elliot's eyes as he sputtered, "Alice, I'm sorry." "A fat lot of good that does me now, Elliot." Alice gestured to a rack in the room. "Hand me that robe, Elliot and then turn your back while put it on." Elliot's extended his hand bearing the robe. "But Alice, I've already seen..." "Tough shit! I decide when or if you see me naked again. You have an awful lot to learn about women, Elliot. Especially me. You may find that wanting me is better than having me. You may regret what you have done to me for all the long years of your immortal life" Elliot's face turned sullen as he averted his gaze from Alice. The slim blonde woman rose from the bed, her eyes shooting daggers at Elliot's huge back. She slid on the robe fingered her ravaged wedding ring and, after a long while, spoke, "You can turn around now, Elliot. Let's go into the kitchen and have some coffee. We have a lot to talk about. I'll be doing most of the talking. And when Phil finally wakes up, you are going to be a man, a homo sapiens for a change, and confess to your best friend what you have done to his wife. Stabbing me with that brooch was easy, Elliot but NOTHING else will be as easy as that first pinprick."