4 comments/ 27656 views/ 24 favorites A Full Moon Phase By: maxicue Chapter 1 Berlin Wall Shadow Stern. A person of any power had to be in the gray world under the shadow of the Wall. So Wolfgang Bauer was stern. Like the Wall hiding the strictures and structures of existence from those living west of it, his stern demeanor hid the complexity and the vulnerability of his soul. Perhaps his assignment helped her enter his gray walled heart. He had to express his feminine side after all. The previous Stasi plant had been a dismal failure. She couldn't act her way out of a paper sack, at least as an actress. Even her talent for undercover disguise hit a wall with these subversives. Her eyes never had that spark of mischievous creativity the artists shared. After all, these people risked everything for their art. Wolf knew why she had been chosen. He had been intimate with the reason. Tall and impeccably toned with a sinuous, lithe body and a beautifully symmetrical triangular face, the blonde beauty signified seductive. She shared duties with him cracking down on subversives or more often black market jokesters who had overreached their boundaries. Officially of course black markets existed only in bourgeois society, a product of capitalist piggery. But the communist oligarchy like any political power not only turned a blind eye but opened a greedy hand to such activities. When the marketers got too greedy, Wolf or his beautiful comrade Maria or both would slither in and expose them and collapse their greedy little empires. When sharing duty they played at lovers using realist acting technique by becoming actual lovers or at least sexual bedmates. Love had nothing to do with it. Both used their attractiveness and sexual skills to infiltrate the targets. Together they used those skills to pleasure each other to many exquisite orgasms. In fact many early mornings she'd join him in bed literally in order to relieve herself of sexual frustration after suffering through a night of inept sex with a target. Just sex. Great sex. And familiarity. And friendship. They did like each other and respect each other. A lot. The night before had been unusual. Her failure had nearly brought her to tears. She needed him more than she ever had. Ostensibly to give him intelligence on the clandestine activities of the acting troupe, she had spent the night clinging to him, needing to regain her pride both sexually and professionally. "It was that damned woman," Maria grumbled, raspier and deeper voiced than usual after the detailed intelligence. "The men all flirted, and a couple of the women as well. They wanted me, if not as a member at least as a lover. But Mueller..." She swept her arm across the small dining table they used as a desk, sending the large stack of writing and photographs onto the floor. Wolf stood behind her and massaged her neck and broad shoulders. "Tell me about her." Removing her leather jacket, kept on to prevent the chill in the room from affecting her too much, pulling her arms from it and leaving it draped on the chair back, and unbuttoning the black silk shirt to below her breasts and baring her shoulders and upper back for his caresses, his strong fingers warming her, she sighed. "It must be a Napoleon complex. 160 centimeters, 50 kilograms wet, a perfect little body from what I could tell and this big beautiful head with enormous eyes like blue satin that she uses to penetrate anyone's defenses. Like you, Wolf, only she's a fucking pipsqueak. I'm flirting with this cute man, long blond hair in a pony tail with the kind of eyes that held promise of sweet fucking and a body that could fulfill the promise, and she steps up to me, pulls me away from the man, looks up at me and says, 'Sorry.' That's it. I look at the man. He shrugs his shoulder and gives me a last perusal and sighs and walks away. 'Jealous?' I ask her. 'No,' she replies. I could have picked her up and tossed her on her head without much of a struggle. And believe me, I thought about it. She stands there in front of me, waiting. Finally a gather my stuff and leave. I felt...inadequate." Wolf's hands reached beneath her shirt and grasped her sturdy breasts, exactly a handful for his large hands, his thumbs pressing and rubbing her nipples against the side of his palms, stiffening them to 1 carat diamond hardness, his breath warming her neck and her ear when he told her, "I guess you weren't for this." She stiffened. "Shh. The Colonel misplayed his hand. You're not the sensitive artist type, are you?" "Fucking right I'm not. But Wolf..." He interrupted her with a kiss and a tighter squeeze of her nipples. He knew she liked pain with her pleasure. She moaned when their mouths separated. "But aren't we actors, Wolf?" "Every actor has his limitations," he whispered into her ear. His hands reached down and unbuckled her belt. "You just found yours." "But what about you?" she moaned when he unzipped her slacks and pushed a hand beneath her panties and grasped the top of her pussy. His middle finger rubbed across her small hooded clit and entered her warming and wetting slit and pulled upwards. "Perhaps she will view me like your blond stud viewed you." "She likes women too," Maria countered as she stood and pressed her firm little butt against his groin, feeling the growing hardness there. "She liked what she saw when we met. She fucking licked her lips like I was a delicious meal. Oh fuck!" Wolf lifted her by her cunt and lowered her onto her stomach on the double bed. He had to release his hold to peal away her slacks and panties. "Speaking of delicious meals," he rumbled, kneeling behind her, his knees on the floor, pushing his face between her taut buttocks, lifting them to bring her pussy in alignment with his mouth. His tongue speared inside her fragrant little flower dewing rapidly. He pressed his freshly shaved chin against her pubic bone covered by a tangle of light blonde hair she kept fairly long but shaved above her clit to prevent hair getting in between teeth and neatened as well along the edges creating a pear shape pointing upward, and sent his nose, long and broad, almost a small snout, into her asterisk anus. His mouth busy, he brought his middle and pointing fingers to her mouth which she sucked vigorously. Coated, he shoved them into her anus, the middle finger joining the pointing finger after a few thrusts. "Fuck me," she demanded huskily. Obeying her, he released his cock, his pants and underpants pulled to his thighs. Her long fingers reached back and found his thick glans and guided it to her needy hole. While she held it, he grasped her hips and lifted them and rotated them causing his glans to circle her hot entrance, her pungent froth slicking it up, and rubbed it against her distended clit. Her hand pulled up a centimeter to where she wanted it and she pushed back, lips at last closing tightly around the plum sized head. He thrust forward steadily. Eyes closed. All his senses focused on the tight slippery subtly grasping wall surrounding his thick cock until he felt her cervix resist deeper penetration. Fortunately it happened at the point his silver/gray pubic hairs tickled her perfect little ass. "Yes," she hissed. For a moment he languished there, experiencing everything about the conjunction. Impatient, she soon leaned forward and pushed back. "Impetuous bitch," he chuckled and slapped her butt cheek, instantly reddening it with the unrestrained power. "Ooh," she cooed. Positioning her perfectly, his hands became useful in other places. They traded. One slapped her resilient cheeks while the other aggressively pulled and twisted her hanging tits like an ungentle milking. "Oh, oh, oh," she repeated loudly, breath wooshing out with each powerful thrust. Ascending notes reached a squealing height before they silenced and she came, her sex liquids splooshing over his heavy, dancing balls. He continued his thrusts throughout her orgasm and brought her another and another and finally, her fourth climax the biggest and loudest of them all, he fucked rapidly within it until his balls seized and his anus clutched and his prostrate released its product and he filled her already saturated cunt with seed and semen. "Oh fuck," she moaned and collapsed. Following her down, he kept his dwindling penis inside her swampy cunt, the throbs of ejaculation becoming a pleasant memory. Abundant liquids seeped onto the bed creating a puddle that cooled quickly. Her heated hips and groin felt the coldness but relished it as a product of pure pleasure. "Thank you," she muttered, her need revealed. She never thanked him before. Wolf chuckled as he rubbed her bright red tusch. "You won't thank me when you attempt sitting." "I will," she smiled as his big head rested beside her and their faces faced each other. "It's tingles will remind me of the best fuck of my life." Turning onto her side, she left room for him to lie beside her. He saw the shine in her eyes. "Tears?" he thought, amazed. When she smiled and chuckled his heart actually skipped a beat. "You're a bit overdressed," she explained the chuckle. He still wore his leather jacket. He chuckled. His hand stroked through her soft pale blonde hair, an unprecedented touch of intimacy. She never looked so beautiful. "So I am." He kissed her gently. She took a deep breath and looked at him oddly when the kiss ended and he opened his eyes. Her stare lingered as her face played out an inner dialogue, tightening and relaxing. She sighed and smiled, her eyes still glistening. "Wolfgang? Get naked and make love to me?" "Whatever you want, Major," he winked, rising and removing his clothes. "That's Major Babe to you Major," she snickered. "That you are, Maria," he smiled, taking in her beauty. Her perfect lithe body of course, but mostly her face which seemed to glow with a weirdly profound aura. "Love?" he thought. He never saw a gram of vulnerability in his comrade before. She needed him. She needed this. She needed love, at least for the night. He knew after he gave it to her, when it was over, when he awoke with her the next morning, she would slide inside her impenetrable shell again. As much as possible they kept the two blankets and the sheet over their bodies. Making love to her, being gentle, kissing for several minutes and journeying down her body, exploring her flesh, making love to her lower lips as much as her upper ones until she gasped with bliss and took his hardness into her mouth and made love to it as he caressed her vulva and she swallowed his cum and stroked it slowly back to erection while he sucked and licked and nibbled until she came again in his mouth and he lay beside her, her thigh over his, and entered her and they slowly commingled with the gentlest of thrusts timed perfectly, pushing together and retreating together, mouths joined again, tongues teasing, only when the passion overtook them and he fucked her maddeningly, her long legs wrapped around his hips tightening and releasing in time with his chaotic thrusts, did the blankets fall from their bodies. They ignored the cold until he came seconds after she shuddered through another climax and collapsed exhausted onto her torso, pressing weight onto her lungs and she turned and he guided her to lay over him. "Fucking cold," she shivered. Reaching down, she brought the blankets over them. He helped her cover them completely. With one last kiss and a lengthy stare ending with her kissing his snout, she sighed and snuggled and let the long day and the intense and lengthy love making night overcome her. He watched her retreat into unconsciousness in a state of grace he knew he would never see again. Unable to shake his head actually without disturbing the blonde beauty, he shook his head internally. "Love," he spoke with indecipherable quietness. As predicted, she awoke tough. Sucking him awake, she climbed over him and sunk down and rode him to her pleasure. Her remarkable tightness always felt great, as good as it got as far as fucking,. He let her use his extra long, extra thick cock for a particularly warm and lively dildo. "You?" she asked when her pleasure abated, her body resting on her elbows, her luscious tits hanging down, her well fucked pussy still embracing his rigidity, her cum dampening his balls. "I'm good." "I need a shower. Join me?" "I'll wash your back, Major. You wash mine." "Yes comrade," she winked with a soldier's naughtiness. "Mustn't waste precious hot water." Backs scrubbed by the other in order to reach unreachable places, they made quick work of it in the too small shower. "You okay?" he finally asked her ten minutes later as he sipped his coffee and watched her finish dressing. "Of course, comrade," she spouted ungraciously. Suddenly her face softened. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips and said, "Thanks. Be careful. She's a wolf in sheep's clothing." Turning sharply on the leather soles of her black leather boots, she stood straight and clacked to the door and out. Wolf sighed. He pulled his target's file, looking at her photo and spoke to it. "Bitch, you're about to meet the alpha male." ************** Their eyes collided like two wires fed electricity setting off an explosion. Neither showed more than a spark because both knew how to mask even the most disruptive emotions. He handed her his faked file of past theatrical work in a town in the Black Forest, his actual hometown. Family would vouch for him if inquires were made as they had many times. On top of it rested the notice for open auditions for the Courage Players clipped from a hand distributed underground newspaper. Resting the file on the small wooden table in front of her, not much larger than a pupil's desk, she opened it and read the name at the top of the résumé, "Wolfgang Bauer." No words had been exchanged. She studied this tall and ruggedly handsome man, broad shoulders tapering to a narrower but powerful looking waist and hips, thigh muscles playing against pants that weren't even all that tight, and the head: the blue/green/gray of his eyes, the powerful unblemished snout full of character, large yet perfect for his not quite round, not quite narrow face, and the prematurely gray hair, silver almost, thick and containing a weird sheen and reaching mid neck and tickling the tops of his ears looking casually managed and yet perfect. Noticing the duster length black leather coat, it made her shiver looking as it did like a Nazi SS coat and seemed as old. With a slightly high voice, roughened by cigarettes, the most recent unfiltered one being crushed into a large silver ashtray coated with the black resin of many such extinguishings and containing only a couple of other butts, this being early in the evening, she finally spoke. "That looks like an SS coat." Wolf smiled wryly but with a preternatural sneer that sent a shiver through her already excited belly. "My family acquired several." That he himself had killed the original owner would be, to put it mildly, information best kept secret. "Acquired?" "Without permission," he replied, his wryness continuing. "You have an audition piece?" "Three actually: serious, comic and musical." "A cappella?" "Of course." She gestured to the space the troupe of players shaped in their sitting configuration creating a sort of thrust stage out of the cold basement concrete floor. Wolf almost howled as he filled the space with his powerful voice singing Brecht/Weill. The troupe after all chose a name from Brecht despite their seemingly anti-communist leanings. The petite sprite with incredibly large and soulful eyes interrupted him midway through. "Start again, but at a stage whisper." He nodded and growled out the song. She actually trembled. When he finished he waited while the woman glanced at her comrades, finally gesturing at a pretty, black haired, tall and voluptuous woman, a simple twist of her head suggesting the woman join Wolf. "Improvisation," the leader explained. "Mr. Bauer, I wish you to berate your underling while seducing her. And Trix," nodding at the tall woman, "I want you to insult this man while fawning." As hoped, the exercise promoted a complexity of responses from Wolf. The man excited Gretchen both physically and professionally. She ended the improv. The tall woman sat. The leader glanced at her players. Gesturing at a slim, short dark haired gay man and a fresh faced, petite, subtly but attractively curved blonde, they nodded and walked onto the stage. "Movement," she announced. "Each takes a corner of the stage. Mr. Bauer, I want you at back center. Move as if in molasses. Take off your coat, please." The way his body filled his white buttoned shirt and black slacks tight at his pecs and thighs caused her tummy to whir with butterflies. Her panties moistened. "You love the girl, Mr. Bauer. But you're bisexual and the boy has enjoyed you as well. He wants you all to himself. You must destroy him, but he's her brother, so you risk losing her affection. Go ahead." She stopped it almost immediately. Wolf moved like a robot. She stood and walked to him, standing directly in front of him, gazing up at him. "Do you waltz?" Wolf nodded. "Put your arms around me like we're about to waltz. Look at your arms. How are they shaped?" "What do you mean?' Wolf asked. "They're curved, aren't they? Circles, not squares. Are you familiar with Beijing Opera?" Wolf frowned. Gretchen Mueller, the pipsqueak powerhouse in his arms had spent a summer in Beijing when her Communist Aristocrat parents had been sent there on a diplomatic mission. She trained in the form. He wished he'd had a week or two to research her rather than a day. He shook his head. "Watch," she said and gracefully moved in curves around the space, her arms beautifully sweeping in front of her performing water sleeve movements. Her lean body seemed to fill the room. It awed him. She stopped in front of him. "Do you see? Curves. Nothing big, but everything curved, okay?" When she moved from him, he already missed her delicate odor, like a persimmon with a hint of tartness. She too missed his proximity, smelling his earthy smell: pine in spring after the winter melt. "Go ahead," she nodded as she sat. Still a bit stiff, he managed to excite her nevertheless, and the more he moved and interacted, the more graceful he became and the more predatory, like his namesake the wolf enacting a primal need to protect his mate. Immensely pleased that his last stumbling block to being chosen had been smoothed away, she hid her glee and her fully churning libido. "Good," she said, ending the exercise and the audition. She tapped an empty chair beside her. He sat. "I see you have no phone?" "I can give you a number if you wish," he said, pulling a thin black wallet from his trench coat and finding a number on small lined paper. "My landlady. She may be out, but you can leave a message with her service." "So everything is correct? I mean your address?" "Yes," he smiled. In fact the only thing correct on the résumé was the address. "I'll let you know," she dismissed him. He waited. "Anything else?" she asked. Then it happened. She smiled. For a moment she looked like a woman rather than a director, a woman happy to be beside him. It actually flustered him. "Uhm, no. Thank you..." "Gretchen. Gretchen Mueller." Lifting her hand, he took it. Lean yet soft and too delicate for such a powerhouse, she pressed hard enough to be felt. He pressed back with careful restraint. He could rip the hand off of any human, especially on a couple nights during the month when the moon was full. His eyes met hers and lingered a touch too long. Both quieted their fulminating reactions. He nodded slightly and walked to the steps and up and out of the room. Though Gretchen had final say despite their democratic ideals, his approval proved nearly unanimous. Only one man objected. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Into a Black Forest Night A pothole bounced her awake. Gretchen felt like hands pressed against her temple, squeezing and releasing. Strong hands like Wolf's. Not a headache exactly. More a painless throb. A canteen hung beside her cot, swinging as the vehicle swung it. Tape attached a note to it saying, "Drink this." The choking chemical dryness in her mouth made the message intensely appealing to her. With groggy hands she lifted the strap from the hook and opened the canteen and drank. It tasted like highly diluted orange juice when she poured it into her mouth, the container completely vertical, and swallowed several times. Not only did it quench her, it cleared her head. Walls glowed bluish white around her at a low wattage. She discovered tubes of light behind white transparent plastic. Four cots in addition to hers had been fixed into place in the floor of the vehicle. Four bodies slept on them covered by reddish brown blankets. A large white apparatus with knobs and small gauges and a large monitor sat at the front right shut off. Hearing voices, she lifted her body and found it restrained. Under the blanket, she discovered the belt strap across her abdomen. It had a buckle like a seat belt which she released and sat up, her feet resting on the metal floor. A curtain draped across the front side of the space the same color as the blanket. With gingerly care she tested her ability to stand and found despite the bouncing and the steady forward motion that she could balance. A masculine voice she assumed to be Wolf and a feminine voice and laugh muffled by the curtain made the voices difficult to translate or for the masculine voice to be identified clearly as Wolf's. When she drew the curtain slightly at the center, she saw Wolf driving and a pretty woman with straight black hair and a flattish wide face and a small nose and wide lips. The bit of dialogue they exchanged before realizing their audience still couldn't be understood by Gretchen. It sounded like Romanian or Finnish. The woman turned to her and smiled a pleasant smile, kind and warm. She had weird golden eyes Gretchen never thought existed in humans. Wolf glanced quickly back and smiled nearly as warmly as the woman. He seemed genuinely happy in the strange woman's presence which for some reason caused a wave of jealousy to tighten Gretchen's stomach. "Ah Gretch, you're awake," Wolf spoke the obvious. "Unless you're in my dream," Gretchen returned. "Perhaps we're all subjects of someone's dreaming," the woman suggested, her voice warm and sweet. "Gretchen, meet Katarina. She prefers Kat," Wolf introduced. "How do you feel?" Kat asked. "Surprisingly rested," Gretchen responded with a yawn. Wolf and Kat chuckled. Gretchen bowed low and glanced into the dark night only illuminated by the van's beams. "Where are we?" "The Black Forest," Wolf answered. "Beyond that, the whole putting you to sleep thing would be rather superfluous. We'll be home in about an hour." "Home?" Gretchen wondered silently A pot hole nearly dropped Gretchen to the floor. Kat immediately unbuckled and rose from her seat. "Sit here my dear." Seeing Kat's form under her white sweater and tight white pants, tall and sleek yet not thin, more muscular, with smallish breasts and subtly curved waist didn't relieve Gretchen of jealousy. Another model's body like Maria's. "What about you?" she asked. "There's a little nest of cushions beside you. I've been comfortable for miles. I don't mind giving my seat up for Wolf's mate," replied the beautiful and seemingly sweet woman. The leather seat looked inviting, so Gretchen ignored the implication of Kat's statement for a moment and slipped past her, feeling a definite muscular form press against her in the tight space, and took the passenger seat. "I'm your mate, hunh?" Gretchen finally responded. "Seems old fashioned: a poor damsel torn from her town to be subjugated by the capturing soldier." A half smile and a glint of sadness in his steel blue eyes on that handsome rugged face made Gretchen's tummy quiver. A familiar feeling ever since they met. "I love you," he told her. "You don't know me," Gretchen objected. "I feel like I've known you since...since I matured enough to desire a mate. You desire me, don't you?" Gretchen changed the subject. "You found Beatrix?" "You'd be surprised how thorough the Stasi can be," Wolf answered. Gretchen shook her head and sighed. "I'm not surprised. Paranoia is never a pathological fantasy in this fucked up regime." "You're right about that," Wolf sadly agreed. "So they're extraction...the troupe...it must have been witnessed." "Of course my love. But we're quite good at disappearing into shadows." "We? I thought you were a Stasi agent." "Yes I was, and I hate that you hate me for that. But I'm not anymore. That little unpleasant stint has ended." "Unpleasant?" "Horrible?" he suggested and Gretchen nodded. "I can't claim I didn't bring horrors to a few of your comrades, and I can't excuse myself for such cruelty. All I can say is that nearly all of my captors deserved their fate." "All of them did, Wolf," said Kat. "Tell her." "She'll think I'm trying to sugar coat my cruel profession." "Then I'll tell her," Kat pronounced. Gretchen turned in her seat and looked past the seat back studying the kind looking woman with the weird eyes. "You love him, don't you?" Kat smiled sweetly. "You're jealous. That is good. Perhaps love is too strong a word. But if love is an amplification of positive emotion, like like becoming love or desire intensifying to that highest level, perhaps I do love him. In my case it is respect that has been amplified. And hopefully he feels the same." "I do," Wolf told Kat. "I guess in the time we've known each other, respect has become love." "And to think how bloodily we clawed each other at the beginning," Kat waxed strangely nostalgic. "Ah, Kat, where else could respect have been seeded, but sewn in respectable wounds?" Kat snorted with laughter as did Wolf. "Maybe respect grew to love with his cock plunging into your cunt?" Gretchen suggested. Both Kat and Wolf chuckled. "What's funny about that?" asked Gretchen. "You deserve her, Wolf. She's a spry little sprite," Kat smiled. "But I'm afraid even if I desired the brute, it would be impossible. Our clans can't mate." "Some sort of incest?" asked Gretchen. "The opposite," Kat replied. Wolf shook his head. "You're confusing her." "I know. All will be revealed, lovely Gretchen. Try to be patient. Let me get back to where we started. Our relationship resembles allies between one principality and another. A little wary of the neighbor during peace, sharing an enemy brings us together to combine forces, and in that comingling, we learn trust which develops into respect and perhaps love. We discover surprising similarities and acknowledge and accept differences." "So you're like negotiators or something?" "Closer to generals," said Wolf. "Like in the big war with Montgomery and Eisenhower and De Gaulle." Kat agreed. "Leaders chosen by ability and accomplishment rather than by the elected." "Is that what alpha means, Wolf?" asked Gretchen. "You remember." "Of course. It seems like minutes ago when you said it." "It's exactly what it means," said Wolf. "I'm to be my clan's alpha male if I can. I've been otherwise occupied for some time. And Kat plans to lead her clan." "Why isn't there one?" Gretchen asked. "A war and a puppet regime," Kat explained. "That's thirty years," Gretchen exclaimed. "Over forty," Wolf countered. "So it's like your father commanded before or something?" "It's not necessarily a blood lineage, but yes," he answered without looking at Gretchen. Gretchen felt he wasn't telling her something important. "What happened to him? What happened in the war?" "Hitler considered us undesirables," Kat explained matter-of-factly. "Oh. Concentration camp?" "Before them," Wolf sighed. "My father and most of my family were shot." "Mine too," Kat said. "I'm sorry." Wolf let out a breath. "We've had years to mourn, Gretchen." She could see his tear. "It's still a fresh wound. You were there. How old are you? You would have to have been an infant. How could you remember?" "I remember it like it was yesterday, Gretchen." Gretchen studied this man, this force of nature that had spun into her life and literally swept her away. He had an ageless face, but thirty perhaps? Thirty-five? No older. As if reading her baffled mind, he told her, "I'm much older than I look." Gretchen moved away from the confusion of age. "That makes sense." "What makes sense Gretchen?" asked Kat. "Your joining the Stasi. After all, the communists hated the Nazis." "The enemy of the enemy," said Kat. "Not in this case. Communists wouldn't like us any more than the Nazis. We assimilated." "You're not Stasi, are you Kat? You certainly don't look it." Kat smiled. "Thank you Gretchen. No, I'm a doctor, a surgeon, mostly emergency work, but I'm officially military and a communist party member. If we went to war, I'd be out in the field heading medical operations." "She outranks me," Wolf smiled. "She's a colonel. In fact this is how we first worked together: me driving her ambulance. I was a lieutenant then. I'm a major now." "This is a military ambulance, isn't it? You guys stole it!" "Hey, I designed it," said Kat proudly. "Why shouldn't I own it?" "She's not only younger than she looks, but smarter. Although a few hours ago she nearly looked her age." "What do you mean?" asked Gretchen. "Show her, Kat." "No thanks. I'm never going to put that shit on again." Gretchen shook her head in confusion. The other two chuckled. "We'll reveal everything when we get comfortably home," said Kat. "But first I wanted to make sure you see your mate in the proper light." "My mate," Gretchen murmured. "Yes," Kat insisted. "He's a great one. And you must be great too to have captured his soul after so many years being a lone wolf so to speak." "I'm..." Gretchen began. She shrank into herself remembering her collapse into Wolf's arms, acting like a frightened child and how comforting he felt before he suddenly became her captor or whatever it is putting her here in this ambulance on this bumpy country road in the middle of the Black Forest. "No question, Gretchen. Otherwise he wouldn't choose you. But Wolf..." They heard a low feminine moan. Kat looked at her watch. "Must be Beatrix," she said. "Best to greet her with a familiar face, Gretchen." Gretchen hopped off the seat and headed through the curtain. Kat stopped her briefly, handing her a foam cushion, explaining, "For your knees." Trying to stand in the jostling ambulance and looming too big over her frightened friend, Gretchen quickly thanked Kat in her mind as she dropped the thick foam pad and kneeled on it. She grabbed the canteen hanging over Trix and told her to drink its contents. Trix did and smiled afterward, "You're a sight for sore eyes, Gretch. Where the fuck are we?" "In an army ambulance in the middle of the Black Forest. Come say high to your abductor and his charming friend." "Wolfgang? I'd rather kill the fucker!" "I think he's saving us, Trix." "He fucking shoved a needle into my fucking neck!" "How do you feel?" Contemplating her condition, Trix's eyes went wide. "Fucking feel more rested than I have in fucking ages! Did you tell him where to find me?" Gretchen sighed. "I might have, but he put me out before I could." "Why...?" "I have no idea why I trust him. He's fucking Stasi, or at least he was before I...interrupted his life I guess. But he knew about your little S and M studio. I never told him." "But you would have?" Gretchen sighed again and nodded. "Come meet Kat." Long legs separated to ride the bumps, Trix followed Gretchen through the curtain. "How are you Beatrix?" Wolf asked her. She growled. Then she glanced at the woman sitting on the floor of the ambulance behind the shotgun seat and saw the sweetest smile. "I'm Katarina. Call me Kat. There are cushions behind you. It's fairly comfortable." "Trixie," said Trixie, continuing to stare at the beatific black haired woman. "I think I love you. What did I just say?" Kat chuckled. "I love you, too, Beatrix. Sit. So are you the S or the M?" "Mistress Bea. I prefer giving pain and humiliation rather than receiving it." "Pity." "But for you, I'd switch." Kat's golden eyes gleamed. Her mouth opened. Her tongue licked across her lips and what appeared to be fangs. Instead of freaking out, Trix became even more turned on by this complicated woman, sweet and scary simultaneously. "I never tried, but I fantasized," said Kat. "And I'm a doctor so I could soothe the wounds. Perhaps we could switch back and forth." "I think I'd like that," Trix cooed. "Speaking of switching," Wolf warned, "the moon seems strong tonight. Almost full." "I'll be good, Wolf. Sorry," said Kat. "And I know what a sadist you can be despite that angelic pretense." "Only a couple nights a month, Wolf. We could play anytime we want, right Bea?" "Yes Mistress," Trix murmured, transfixed. "Can females mate?" asked Gretchen mystified by her transformed friend. "No my love," Wolf explained with a wry smile. "At least not in the same way as we are or will be. But they can have fun and they can have a strong bond. Although it's rare in Kat's family, when it happens, it's intense, almost like a true mating. Actually her clan doesn't usually mate for life like mine, so a female bond is as close to mating as they get. Just no offspring of course." "We share offspring," said Kat, "from the same source. You like men, don't you Beatrix?" "Mostly professionally, but a nice cock comes in handy every once in a while so to speak." "I know what you mean," Kat purred. "Uhm, Katarina, you were going to tell us about my heroic so called mate," Gretchen interrupted the weird love fest behind her. Kat cleared her throat. "He is your mate and you know it Gretchen. The quicker you realize it the happier you and Wolf will be. I've known Wolf for a long time, a lifetime really, and I know his heart. He seems the beast sometimes, especially when he's riled, but even then he walks a righteous path. He's killed. He's a soldier after all. But every one of his victims deserved to die." "Only the human ones," Wolf interrupted. "Those poor boars never did an evil deed." "But we must eat, my friend. They are sacrifices to our needs. We live in nature and it's inherently cruel. But see? He's even compassionate about those savage little creatures he hunts for his family. But as far as humans, as a Stasi agent he managed whenever he could to let the good ones slip through." "What are you talking about?" Gretchen growled. "He hunts subversives. He hunts down people like me and tosses them into the hands of torturers." "How many subversives have you been successful in capturing on your own?" Kat asked Wolf. "Six." "See?" "Why?" asked Kat. "They were full of shit," said Wolf with a menacing growl. "What made them full of shit?" asked Gretchen. "Because they wished to end the tyranny?" "A couple raped their fellow revolutionaries," Wolf explained. "They both liked high spirited women like you, Gretchen. Two worked both sides for profit. I made sure my bosses thought they eventually chose the wrong side." "And the fifth?' asked Kat. "The fifth," Wolf spat. "He was worse than the fucking SS so called 'werewolves'. He liked watching people die. He played terrorist, blowing up party functions, thriving on the blood and the mayhem. He had fucking cum in his pants when I caught him." "And last but certainly not least..." Kat led. "...Chomsky, the so called White Russian." Trix's eyes went wide. "You caught that motherfucker?" "Who's Chomsky?" asked Gretchen. "Didn't Michael tell you?" "I'm not as close to him as you." "Michael had a friend in high school," Trixie explained. "They learned to be gay together. Sammy. Sammy was even more rebellious than Michael. He disappeared and a couple years later they found...." "What?" asked Gretchen. "It's incredibly gruesome," said Wolf. "Tell me." Wolf sighed. "Chomsky had a room he kept locked. His study. It was lined...with his victims. Their faces and their...assholes like leather walls, skins stripped from their bodies and stretched." "Oh my God.," spat Gretchen. "Fucking government. I bet they knew about gay men disappearing and never warned anyone! How many?" "Fifteen known victims," Wolf growled. "All teenagers. All gay. Chomsky managed to appear the devout anti-communist, proselytizer of the first order and obviously used his skill to attract his victims. I made sure he was singled out as a dangerous subversive and led the police to his monstrous study. How did Michael find out?" "Sammy's mother. She was a burr in the police's boots insisting they pursue his disappearance. She found an investigator's ear." "Kessler. I made sure he led the discovery. We became good friends and swapped favors more than once." "But only six?" asked Gretchen. Wolf chuckled. Gretchen actually smiled back admiringly, but quickly pouted. Kat answered. "You met Maria. Her and Wolf mostly worked on black marketers." Gretchen continued her pout. "Using sex I hear. Quite effectively, at least Maria." "Me too," said Wolf enjoying the jealous rage he wrought in his cute dynamo's face. "But that's all done, my love. Only you reap the reward of my well honed skills." "Suddenly, after making love to countless women, you'll only fuck me?" "You have that reversed. I never made love to any women. I fucked them. I very much look forward to the first time I make love and everytime after, my love, to only you." Despite her fierce look, she nearly came from his statement. Wolf's highly effective olfactory sense bathed in her sweet libidinous odor. His tongue craved the taste. His fully engorged penis tightened the crotch of his pants uncomfortably. He displayed his hunger for her on his face. It effected her, softening her expression and changing it to desire, subtler than his but clearly visible. It became less subtle when she glanced down to his crotch and saw the long thick hill created by his tumescence. The plum sized glans hinted there made her lick her lips imagining licking it as it filled her mouth or opened her pussy to its fullest, causing all kinds of wonderful friction. Kat caught the male and female pheromones filling the cabin and chuckled. "How soon will we arrive?" Gretchen panted. "We're here," said Wolf, turning left and down an even smaller road. "Thank God." It was the most impatient kilometer and a half of driving Gretchen ever experienced. ************ Like a drilled emergency team, when the ambulance parked in front of a large one story building and flashed lights, three men and a woman emerged from a wide corrugated steel door that lifted up and revealed a loading dock. They unloaded two cots containing sleeping actors, rolling gurneys actually, and placed them on the cement floor of the building. Minutes later they returned the empty gurneys, securing them into the ambulance floor. Kat took the driver's seat, Trixie in the passenger seat, one cot in the back still occupied, and the ambulance drove away. Gretchen didn't notice this. She only had eyes for Wolf. Legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel his desire pressing against hers. His eyes kept moving from her lust filled face to the path in front of him. His legs actually created the path as they pushed aside snow ten centimeters deep. Removing his right hand from her butt, his left hand adjusted to take her weight as it squeezed her hot, damp groin and made her moan. The right hand twisted the doorknob of the small log cabin. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 02 Unlocked, he opened it, lifted a small switch on the wall to the right of the entrance illuminating the interior and immediately descended on metal steps. Passing through a living room as big as the cabin structure above them, he entered a hallway and an opened door and into a small bedroom filled with a large bed, the frame built of the same wood that the house had been built with and just as rough hewn. Tossing aside the quilt and wool blanket and top sheet, he lowered her to sitting on the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs and kissed her. Only lights from the hallway illuminated the room, but it was enough to keep eye contact as he removed her boots and coat and shirt and pants and socks. "You must be cold," he finally spoke in his low sexy voice. "Pull the blankets over you while I undress and join you." She nodded and lay on her side and pulled the covers over her and watched. With quickness and grace, he removed his coat and clothing, joining hers in a heap on the stone floor and slid under the covers wearing only his cotton briefs tenting demonstrably. His perfect body blew her away. Several scars made it seem that much manlier. Clutching him desperately, she guided his body between her legs as she lay back. Their kiss resumed immediately. His back rounded so his genitals could press against hers, still covered by thin underwear. His left hand returned to her butt, fingers stretched out covering her hot pussy, the middle fingertip pressing and rubbing her distended clit beneath her panties, his pubic bone pressing behind it giving it more force, his penis curled under, rubbing along the gap of her buttocks. His other hand mauled her bra clad breasts. Tongues traded occupancy of mouths. Pulling her mouth away from his, she panted and moaned and gasped. Her body trembled. His hand felt the gusset of her panties saturate with her sexual juices. A deep inhalation through his nose smelled her juices inundate the room. The sweet, complex odor nearly made him cum. He loved the smell of her desire. After the last tremor of climax, Gretchen murmured, "Fuck me." He snorted in amusement. "Not yet my lovely." Gretchen mewled in disappointment and then suddenly went stiff, her eyes wide again, but not from blissful orgasm. "What...what am I doing? What did you do to me?" "I gave you my scent." "Scent?" "And you gave me yours." "What? When? How?" "We danced, remember? You desired me and I desired you and when we became close and intimate..." "The waltz," she remembered. "Love at first contact." Wolf laughed. His body rumbled with its release. She felt the vibration against her pussy and sighed. The shock of it shimmered through her body. The way she captured her lower lip between her teeth concentrating on containing her traitorous libido staggered Wolf. He never witnessed anything so adorable. Finally he replied, "I wanted you the first time I saw your file. Everything I desire in a woman captured in a photograph: intelligence, confidence, beauty, grace, talent, and of course cuteness. I was actually nervous when I arrived at the audition." "I couldn't tell," said Gretchen. "I'm good at hiding such things. But when our eyes met and I saw your desire and you tamping it down, I no longer felt nervous." "I...You saw that? I'm good at controlling..." "I know. I could see that too. It was fleeting, but it was enough to make me exultant." "Maybe I sensed that," Gretchen said contemplatively. "There was a flash." "Yes. An instant of recognition that made my heart flutter." "Mine too," Gretchen realized. "An instant, too blinding to hide and too quick, like the explosion of a camera bulb." "Yes. So our desires became pungent so to speak. We scented them." "Like a dog smelling butt?" The chuckle she expressed at his soured face alleviated it immediately. "Unfortunately yes," he replied with his radiant smile, his eyes shining with heartfelt delight at her humor. "Did you know how powerful it would be for our scents to meet?" she asked. "Yes, but you approached me and embraced me," he reminded her. "I suppose I did. You looked terrible. Your body moved like a muscle bound weight lifter." Her hand glided over his pecs. "You're not though. I've never seen such perfect tone." "I'm glad you danced with me," he told her, sighing at her gentle strokes. "And not just because of the closeness. I never danced alone and without music. It worried me. I feared losing your interest, of failing the audition, of failing to be with you. But waltzing reminded me I can dance." "Smooth for the wives and girlfriends of the black marketers like a gigolo," Gretchen grumbled. "That bothers you." "Yes. I hate deceit." "One must embrace one's calling," Wolf explained softly. "I seduce. It happens the sin of lust accompanies the sins of gluttony and greed. They gave into me hungrily like pigs snorting with glee at the slop while fattening for slaughter." "And after you made them lustful from your elegant dancing, when you and Maria had your little orgies and got into their heads and destroyed them...For a woman there are lubricants, but for a man..." Wolf sighed. Lying on his back, he brought Gretchen's stiff, petite body to lie over him. "I enjoy the pleasurable little battles of bringing women many climaxes, each a victory, the bigger the better. Not the challenge so much because they're easily won, but the desire these women express. The need they positively glow with makes me ready for the vanquishing. Their lust makes me lusty I guess." "Is that what you saw in me?" "No. Those...assignments, it was about pleasure, of using lust to attain a goal. It was purely physical. Everything else was hidden. With you...Gretchen..." "What?" "You will take my dirty job and place it over anything I say like a contoured map shaped by expectation. And the fact that you don't understand what being my mate means, that you're my wife until death now, that it seems impossible or at least presumptuous..." She snorted, "To say the least." "Gretchen, listen with your heart. You're young I know, but old enough to have experienced other men's arms around you like mine, of other men's heated gazes of desire met by yours, of kisses that made you tingle. I'm quite a bit older, and have more experience with such things, and I'm not talking about my job. But this, what we mean to each other, what it means for us to be together, is far beyond anything you have felt. Me as well. There's lust, yes and physical attraction, but so much more. It's the sudden and inexplicable, at least for you, realization that you're no longer a lonely soul in the world; that you have been incomplete all these years and now you're not. It happened instantaneously when our eyes met, and seared together inextricably when we danced, and our life forces flowed together when we exchanged thoughts, heard each other's voices and became stimulated by each other's ideas. And when you settled into my arms seeking comfort despite what I represented to you and found that comfort and let your fears flow unimpeded you knew who you trusted more than anyone ever. And when you let go of reservations and allowed the heat of our bond, our love, to be set free, nothing existed but your need to complete that bond physically. It wasn't lust that brought you here to my bed, or lust was not the true driving force. You needed to be as close to me as possible, to be utterly connected, to physically form one entity out of two as our souls become unbreakably bound." Her eyes flooded, a tear escaping and landing on his strong chin, she smiled breathtakingly and asked, "Why?" "Why?" Wolf chuckled, vibrating the petite body whose arms rested on his chest. "It's like asking why we exist in the universe." "No, I mean why don't you fuck me?" She actually bounced when he laughed. "Oh my feisty one," he responded. "Of course you choose a question to which there is an answer but I cannot answer now." "So you won't fuck me?" she grumped. "My love, I can't and I can't tell you why. We can however make love. Consummation must wait." She pouted cutely and sat up, revealing her petite body. Further revealing it, she removed her bra revealing small, buoyant breasts and stood, her feet straddling his torso, and removed her cum slickened panties revealing her nest of brown hair. He removed his underpants as well. Sitting back down, her damp sex rested just above his half hard penis on his pelvic bone. His eyes scanned her perfection, perky pear shaped breasts with small pink areolas circling taut nipples of chewable length, stiffened by the cool air or her desire. Her slim waist curved to wide hips. Her round butt like her breasts had a squeezable resilience and like the rest of her body a soft layer of fat over strong lean muscles. Though she had short legs, they had a perfect form somewhere between stocky and thin. And her supple skin had an even paleness, healthy yet untouched by sun. "Am I not fuckable?" she inquired proudly. "You're...beautiful," he answered, his hands gliding over her sides downwards and sliding across her front as they lifted. "Exquisite." He weighed her breasts. "I'm not a delicate doll, Wolf," she harrumphed. He chuckled. "That I know, my love. Your strength and toughness attracted me as much as anything." Shivering, she lowered herself onto his torso. He pulled the blankets back over them and rubbed his big hands over her soft yet muscled back. Sliding up, she brought her lips to his and they kissed. It began with soft quick kisses. She suckled his lower lip. He suckled hers. Lips sealed and remained together as tongues explored mouths and teased and lured tongues into the other mouth. Her hands stroked through his thick silver/gray hair. His hands continued stroking her back, moving to her butt and lowering to her thighs. His exploration thoroughly examined the feel of her. Palms and fingers pressed just hard enough to massage her musculature. The French kiss and the skilled hands made her hum into his mouth. When his hands slid between the compressed torsos and took hold of her breasts and squeezed, letting the flesh slip through until fingers carefully squashed her nipples, her hum intensified. It took his left hand moving from her breast to her butt and slipping fingers down and circling her pussy lips for her to end the kiss to release panting breaths. A grasp of petite hands on his shoulder and a twisting informed Wolf of her desire. She held onto him, arms around neck and legs around waist, as he turned their bodies until she lay beneath him. Continuing his manipulations of breasts and cunt by his hands, the lower fingers zeroing in on her clit, circling it as it erected out of its protective hood, his lips kissed spots, discovering erogenous zones at her ear and the right side of her neck where he felt her jugular vein pulse vulnerably. Kisses lingered and lowered until his mouth seized each breast. She moaned as the flesh exited his mouth until lips sucked nipples. Each sensitive protruding spike of flesh at her chest and her pussy being skillfully and simultaneously manipulated sent out sparks of ecstasy like lightening bolts that shattered together somewhere in the realm of the space beneath her navel. But when his mouth lowered past that spot and sucked and licked its way over the small hillock of pubic hair and his tongue slid over her clit and lapped there and his lips embraced it and sucked while his tongue tip ravaged, three bolts became one mighty surge that seemed to electrocute her with pure, exquisite, unprecedented, overabundant pleasure short-circuiting her brain and she passed out. Eyes opened to eyes hovering over her. Her gentle smile, too cute to be believed caused Wolf to grin widely and chuckle. "One fucking suck and I'm gone," she murmured, barely audible. His erect penis pressed its bottom length against her swampy pussy and she shivered. Glancing down at his large glans, purplish flesh poking out of a stretched hood dwarfing her small pink lower lips, she licked her upper lips and whispered, "Turn over." This time not clutched to him she followed his turn, kissing him after completing it with her hot lips and moving the lips quickly across his bristly neck to his chest, nipping at his purplish nipples before moving lower. Her head disappeared under the coverings as she travelled swiftly to her destination, her hand already grasping it at the base. "Oh God," groaned Wolf when her lips wrapped around his glans and her tongue circled it. His panting breath and his hands caressing her buttocks resting across his chest gave her guidance for her cock sucking. It began gentle and slow. Her hand moved up and down at the base of his impressive stalk while her tongue played with the mighty helmet and her lips moved up and down across the ridge. Her other hand came down to play, pulling back the foreskin for her tongue to fully enjoy the naked ridge. Both hands rubbed. Her mouth filled with more cock flesh. Movements quickened and began to twist as hands and mouth rose and fell. Through the thin layer of movable skin around the shaft, she felt the hardest cock she ever experienced. And it expanded even further, making the biggest cock even bigger. And the way it throbbed told of immanent climax. The lower hand felt his thick balls swollen with seed and squeezed with the gentlest force. "Gretch...Oh fuck...I'm going to...cum," he warned in a croak. She sucked hard and stroked harder, coaxing release. He lifted his hips. She lifted her mouth in response to the tip striking her palate near her throat's entrance. Feeling it expand, her hands stroked the shaft while her mouth awaited his seed. "Fuck!" he roared. The first spurt slammed against her palate. Its bittersweet thickness filled her mouth. At the second big surge she swallowed, lips clamping around the base of his glans sealing off any exit. Hands continued stroking, milking his cock, intensifying the power of his ejaculations until instead of jets, the creamy semen spilled from the small hole which her tongue lapped up. Every gram of male essence entered her mouth and ended up down her throat and into her tummy. "Brilliant," Wolf muttered. She turned her body around and smiled proudly at her blushing mate. "Good?" she asked. "The best," he muttered and pulled her up enough for their lips to meet and his tongue to share the burden of his tart cum. She relished the sharing, moaning into his mouth as a response to a swell of love forming a wave that swept through her. Hands grasping his head, her mouth pressed harder and her tongue pushed deeper inside as if she wanted the connection disallowed by him fucking her for some reason to be expressed in the depth of her lingual probe. Eventually they disconnected. Her big beautiful eyes gazed into his. "Feel it?" he asked without explaining. She nodded. "I'm glad. But I want you to feel more of it. Turn around again and bring that cute little pussy here." He pointed to his mouth. "I haven't worshipped it enough." With an excited smile, she did as requested. Gripping his softened penis, she panted and moaned as his mouth and tongue and eventually his fingers skillfully worked her to an orgasm which became three as he carefully kept her at a high plateau of bliss with sudden steep peaks. After the third, her distracted caresses of his manhood having brought it to full rigidity, she again returned the favor. His arms propping his upper body with his elbows, only his mouth played at her over awed pussy as the lovers performed in the sixty-nine position for several minutes, both luxuriating in the hills and valleys of pleasure without reaching completion. Finally she focused on his cock with ferocious determination until its throbs filled her mouth with his seed again. This time with a wry smile she gave him more of his essence to taste. It surprised him, her pungent gift. He surprised her when he seemed eager to sweep away the semen and swallow it. She separated lips and showed her surprise. He chuckled. "From now on, we share everything," he explained. "Joyously." With a girlish giggle she nodded her head. Again her exquisite cuteness made him shiver with delight. Several kisses later, she laid her head on his shoulder and sighed and murmured, "I love you." Pressing this human blanket tighter against him, he kissed the top of her head and murmured, "I love you." Suddenly a door slammed and a female voice howled, "Wolf!" "Shit," Wolf uttered. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 03 The only man who ever frightened Maria sat behind his large desk in the Katzekeller office, a large space reconfiguring several rooms once notorious for whores sucking and fucking johns before the big war, the johns having been customers at the bar downstairs and the whores employees of the bar. A couple of other rooms remained used for such business, but were much larger and much more luxurious. His hazel eyes, similar to hers, gazed at her in their usual placid depth which hid the true cruelness of his soul. They also hid the pleasure only revealed with a tightened mouth and a quick bit of panting as the voluptuous blonde waitress kneeling between his legs swallowed desperately his spurting seed, her eyes tearing from the pressure he exerted at the back of her mouth forcing his cock into her throat and preventing her breath. At last released from his hand, she gasped, lapped up the last of his spend oozing from his softening spear and returned it to its place inside his fine wool slacks, very carefully zipping them. Crawling out from under the desk, the blowsy blonde beauty exited the office without meeting Maria's eyes. Again his hand waved her silent when Maria began to speak. He smiled at her frustration, crinkling the large scar on his right cheek. The man just entering his sixtieth year of life with a whitening blond full head of hair would have been considered quite handsome in classic Aryan fashion had it not been for the scar. His less resilient, aging flesh had not sagged as men his age tended to do losing the battle of the bulge and their youthful visage. Instead it tightened like a stretched canvas making his face skull like, a sort of death mask in life. The fact that it was triangular with similar features to Maria shouldn't be surprising since he had impregnated a woman housed with other women chosen by the Third Reich for their Aryan beauty for that specific purpose and had conceived Maria. The Nazi defeat had caused those master race children to be orphans. The Colonel had deliberately plucked her from the foster home in her mid teens to groom her to be what she had become, a perfect second generation SS officer. "Bring him in!" he roared after a knock resounded on the door. Two Aryan goons carried a writhing Karl, his wrists and ankles shackled and his mouth gagged with duct tape and tossed him into the chair beside Maria where the Colonel gestured. While one pressed him down at his chest, the other goon removed a cuff from his wrist and reattached it after circling the chain through a metal bar in the back rest of the chair. "Remove the gag," ordered the Colonel. With a sadistic smile, a goon tore off the tape. "Ow. Motherfucker," Karl responded angrily. "Who the fuck are you?" "Thank you Sergeant," said the Colonel quietly but with considerable command. "You may leave." The men bowed and two strides later exited the office, closing the door crisply but quietly behind them. "And I thought you were a charmer," spoke the Colonel wryly, menace oozing from the words. Glancing at Maria, Karl saw something he wished he didn't: fear. "Oh shit," he thought. Karl answered the scary man with his bravest smile, "You're not a woman." The Colonel chuckled, amused, but the chuckle dripped with menace. "Obviously." "What do you want?" asked Karl. "Very good," smiled the Colonel. "Already receptive." "I'm only an actor," said Karl, fighting the whine. "Only?" chuckled the Colonel. "Such humbleness. So out of character. How close are you to Yablonski?" "Who?" "Maria?" the Colonel smiled at her. She quieted her shiver and pulled out the photograph of Yablonski and Gretchen and put it on the desk in front of Karl. "They're cousins," Karl shrugged. "I...respect him of course. He's a fine playwright. We've chatted. I guess we're friends." "Chatted?" the scary man leaned forward. "About acting." "And politics?" Karl swallowed. "Of course. Nothing specific though." "You knew he used Gretchen to communicate his plans." "Not so much knew as suspected. But like I said, I know nothing specific. Gretchen..." The Colonel smiled. "Yes? Go on." Karl sighed. "From the beginning of our troupe, Yablonski added to our plays, giving Gretchen a monologue, very eloquent and stirring, though oddly phrased. The grammar or semantics or whatever was kind of twisted, weird, but actually kind of poetic. It was like a signature thing for us, Gretchen's odd speech midway through a play. I found it rather Brechtian in its distancing effect, flattening the performance and making it more...didactic perhaps? But in a good way." "But the twisty words..." "Yes. Code maybe?" The Colonel nodded and smiled at Maria. Returning his gaze to Karl, he asked him, "What do you think of Major Braun?" "She's exquisite but chilly most of the time, like a cold flame." "Most of the time?" "Uhm..." The Colonel leaned forward again. "Not so chilly in bed?" For some reason Karl choked on the words. "She's white hot." The Colonel nodded and pursed his lips. "Have you had better?" Karl shook his head, stilling it and gazing at the fantastically sexy Maria, seeing her eyes change, dissolving the coolness and the hint of fear, becoming warmer until they burned with lust. Despite the moment in the presence of the Stasi commander, he felt his cock swell and his eyes respond in kind. The Colonel watched the interaction with pleasure. Having seen her fucking many times on surreptitious tapes, her skills obvious, a brilliant succubus stealing men's secrets rather than their souls, he felt lust like any man would, at least any real man. To him she was two entities, the sensuous, incredibly seductive body used to pleasure men while pleasuring herself inexhaustibly, and his formidable daughter, his pride and joy, whom he loved like a daughter without a hint of incest. More than any other example, he took pride in the discipline of his mind enabling the strength to create such a separation. "Is he as good as Wolfgang?" he asked his daughter. "No one is," Maria replied. Startled by the question a moment after her response, she studied the Colonel. "Why?" The Colonel pressed his fingertips together. "I'm afraid your lover has gone rogue. Or should I say he has stopped being a rogue wolf." He pulled a thick old file, yellowed, with ragged edges, from a desk drawer and placed it facing Maria and Karl. "Would Maria be enough of a reward for changing sides, Karl? Or how about your own touring company of Brechtian players well compensated by the state?" Opening the file, Maria gasped at a photograph of a wolf, his eyes two bright lights, his paws pressing down on a man, SS by the look of the tattered uniform, whose neck had been torn apart to the point of near decapitation. "What has this to do with Yablonski?' Karl asked, baffled. "I believe you when you say you have no intelligence regarding that silly man," said the Colonel. "And yes, your friendship could be useful, especially with Gretchen's disappearance." "Gretchen's gone?" asked Karl. The Colonel nodded and pointed at the photograph. "With Wolf. Her and four others of your subversive little troupe. I'm afraid she's in more danger than the Stasi could provide." Karl couldn't help snorting. "I'm afraid that's impossible." A proudly evil grin squeezed from the edges of the Colonel's mouth. "At least for Gretchen you may be right. We are interested in her as we are with Yablonski. We need the source of the code. I'd hoped Wolf would accomplish that without use of torture. Not that I'm inured to such processes. In fact I quite looked forward to playing with the feisty little firecracker. Unfortunately in both cases, Yablonski and your Gretchen, they have parental protection shall I say. In fact that's the point. I'm certain their diplomatic parents are essential to Yablonski's plans, or are the creators of them. Not certain enough unfortunately." "You're crazy if you think I'll help get Gretchen tortured!" Karl roared. "I promise nothing will happen to her if you help me. And your help could save your other friends." "You just said you'd torture her." "I want her captured, yes, but Wolf will be the one tortured," smiled the Colonel malevolently. "After which, we will ship her off to the West." He caught the sad and fearful eyes of his daughter. "He's mated, Maria. He has no interest in you anymore." Fear and sadness turned to cold hate in Maria's eyes. "Mated? You mean..." Nodding, the colonel pointed at the photo of Wolf's mate standing with Yablonski having a smoke and a chat. "Gretchen." "The bitch!" "Soon," said the Colonel mysteriously. "What are you talking about?" growled Karl. "What has this to do with Yablonski?" "Absolutely nothing. I've been advised to place you in his midst, but we both know how that would turn out. Even with the promise of Maria and your own successful troupe you'd succumb to his charm and the chance to star in his silly little plays. No," the Colonel tapped on the photo of the feral wolf, "it's all about him." "Some man eating wolf? You're crazy." "Like a fox," smirked Colonel Foxx. "That's not some ordinary wolf. That there's my Moby Dick." He rubbed his scar. "Pure lunacy," proclaimed Karl with a shake of his head and an absurd smile. It took an hour to peruse the thorough file and for the Colonel to lay out his assignment for the actor. "Lunacy indeed," the Colonel smiled back. "Moon madness. That's them in a nutshell." "You're the nut," Karl returned. "Enough!" the Colonel roared, standing and grabbing a crop. The office door sprung open and a goon entered. The Colonel set the crop down. "Ah, Sergeant. Well attended. The prisoner wishes to provoke my ire. Most stimulating. All goes well though. You may unshackle him." A touch of surprise marred the goon's stern expression. He bowed slightly and knelt by Karl and unshackled his hands and feet. "Thank you, Sergeant. You may retire for the night." A question left unsaid appeared on that face, but the Sergeant nodded and exited, carrying the metal shackles. The Colonel sighed. "It would be best to fear me rather than tease me, Karl. Ask Maria." He took the crop back in his hand and walked around his desk stiffly. Pressing the tip against Karl's cheek, the strap dangling below the jaw line, the Colonel smirked. "I can make you regret every word you say against me, right Maria? I don't have to mar that pretty face of yours, Karl, but perhaps that would hurt more than the pain I inflict in less apparent areas of the body." The crop pressed against Karl's groin. Karl winced and attempted to brush it away, causing the Colonel to press harder. "Ow! Fuck! Okay!" Karl grimaced. Removing the crop from its dangerous place, the Colonel gently tapped it against Karl cheek. "Call your troupe, at least those who haven't escaped." "Beatrix has all the contact numbers," Karl explained. "That's not a problem," Maria said, extracting a sheet of paper from her file. Bringing the phone in front of Karl, the Colonel smiled. "Of course it's not. I leave you in the Major's capable hands." He stiffly exited his office. "What's wrong with him?" asked Karl. "He walks like a tin man." "Ssh," hissed Maria, paging through the large old file and pulling out a photo of a young man badly wounded in the face, chest, abdomen and legs. She whispered, "I believe that's the Colonel." "Shit," Karl whispered back. "No wonder. But it couldn't have been Wolf who did that. That's nearly forty years ago." "I know," Maria replied, shaking her head, worried even more about the Colonel. Not only was the comrade colonel the most cruelly sadistic man she ever met, but he appeared to be insane on top of it. His dangerousness multiplied. Handing Karl the sheet of names, phone numbers and addresses of the troupe, she ordered him, "Call them." Seeing the thorough list disturbed Karl. It even had Trixie's carefully hidden second residence. Worse, her name along with Gretchen's and three others had been carefully crossed out with a thin black line enabling the information to still be read. The chair placing him uncomfortably low in relationship to the desk and the phone on top of it, he sat on its edge and lifted the receiver. For some reason, despite the apparent comfort of the fine leather upholstery, neither he nor Maria dared to sit in the Colonel's desk chair. "Esther, my love..." Karl began, winking at Maria who winked back and caressed his inner thigh. ============== "Gretchen chose well," thought Karl as he handed out an abundance of money to the four remaining troupe members and the five replacements. "Pieces of eight, this money for all these Judases. Gretchen's choice of escapees would have seen that and refused. Only actors bitten and thoroughly infected by the performance bug remained. Me too, I guess." They met at an actual theater, a thrust stage abandoned when the police closed it down for subversion to the state. Three actors and a set builder and a seamstress, colluders in the arrests of their stage comrades once occupying the very stage on which they sat, made up the new members. A late meeting, after Karl explained Maria's presence and Gretchen's absence as a step up in their careers as performers, with a future edifying a much greater audience, they quickly read the corrupted version of Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice as communist propaganda and promised to meet early the next morning to board a bus whisking them into the Black Forest to rehearse their first performance of a tour of small East German towns. The text had been his and Gretchen's first collaboration and had been meant as a satire. The two eighteen year olds had laughed until tears fell from their eyes when they created it. The troupe had worked on it and decided not to perform it since it didn't quite hold together. Taking it seriously though, in a sort of ironic twist, actually seemed to work, especially overlaying it with a Brechtian flatness. Still later, past midnight, Esther, the newest Portia, fearfully entered the apartment of her presumed nemesis along with her lover and the nemesis herself. "I believe I'll take a bath and go to bed," said Maria. "See you two later," she winked and disappeared into her bedroom. "I don't understand," said Esther as Karl removed her coat and added hers and his to the coat tree. Karl led her to the couch and sat beside her, holding her cold hands. "What don't you understand, my love?" "She's...I thought..." Realization struck Esther like a slap on the face, waking her up to the fact she had Karl all to herself. "Never mind," she smiled and brought Karl's brilliantly kissable mouth to hers. His remarkably soft lips made her tingle in her tummy and lower as they always did. "Oh Karl," she murmured, straddling his lap and kissing him more deeply. His hands unbuttoned her thick wool shirt, releasing her resilient young breasts, surprisingly ample with their excitable little areolas and tiny sensitive nipples made hard by his thumbs brushing across them. "Oh Karl," she murmured again. Eyes closed and lips kissing, her small hands struggled blindly with his buttons on his white dress shirt until his softly muscled chest emerged and she teased his purple nipples, her groin pressing down on his hardening shaft, feeling its pressure exactly where she wanted it. Karl's eyes remained open watching the hallway until the lithe, naked blonde beauty emerged from her bedroom and winked at him, her hand sensuously caressing her breasts and abdomen. Watching her finger press into her pussy and rub at the top made Karl moan. The gorgeous, sexy vixen smiled lustily, licked her lips, winked again and disappeared into the bathroom. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the cute, horny woman in his lap. He had one thought though before letting thought go and embracing delightful feeling. "Twenty minutes to pleasure Essie before Maria finishes her bath. My cute little actress should be ready for anything by then." Shifting positions, he laid Esther on her back on the couch, stripped off her pants and panties while increasing the stimulation of her nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. By the time his mouth released them, her body revealed her need for more direct pleasure. Legs wide, hips raised, her hands pressed the top of his head to speed his travels south. He had time to tease, so his mouth skipped her needy clit. His fingers however hovered close to the pin of pleasure beginning to emerge from its hood as if searching for something to give it friction. But even his fingertips danced near without contacting her clit. They caressed the slippery edges coaxing more fragrant fluid and more swelling of the pussy lips and strummed the ridge between them and her anus and played at penetrating that smaller orifice. Meanwhile his mouth caressed her inner legs: thighs, knees and calves before sucking each of ten toes into his mouth. Big toes he sucked like two small cocks, hinting at the possibilities when he at last suckled her clit. Whether it was the possibilities or direct pleasure, she moaned and writhed. At last he plunged his fingers inside her and pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. The fingers rubbed her g-spot while her thumb strummed her clit like a thick bass string causing her to shiver and groan. His mouth soon followed, lips grasping pussy lips following the path his teasing fingers had gone. At the anus, after circling he pressed his tongue inside briefly. "Oh," she shivered, as if surprised his naughty tongue actually felt good. But he left that narrow portal for later, attacking her clit with his mouth at last where tongue met thumb in a two pronged attack. Between the relentless thumb and his tongue laps and lips enclosing it and sucking, the fingers stroking her interior quicker and more aggressively, her clit seemed to explode with ecstasy causing an exquisite ripple to coarse through her body. Moments later his jacketed cock pressed into the final undulations of her orgasm, pushing all the way in. Grasping her thick butt cheeks in each hand and pulling her open, he began to fuck her with long rapid thrusts. His fingers inched towards her anus until a middle one slipped in to the second knuckle. All three orifices filled with his flesh when his mouth met hers and his tongue dove deep. Climbing the heights of ecstasy, she reached its pinnacle. Mouths separated when she arched back, her neck stretched, her throat exposed as it vibrated out a scream. He fucked though her climax, extending it until she had no breath left and her body went limp. When he finally reached his own peak, touching her cervix wall with his deepest thrust, his cock throbbed and spent in a space still undulating with the last remnants of her orgasm, a gentle milking motion that added to his bliss. The sexy shapeliness of the small blonde woman glowing with a healthy blush surprised the silk pajama clothed Maria who had witnessed the exquisite, full throttled orgasm. On cat's feet she tip toed to the couch, knelt where the lover's heads met in a gentle kiss, and pushed Karl's head aside, replacing his lips with hers. Somehow she expressed her desire for this woman whose body was so different from her own: voluptuous rather than lithe; soft rather than hard. Esther's resonant moan pleased her. The pretty girl's wide, surprised eyes when those voluptuous lips quickly retreated made Maria chuckle. "Come to bed," Maria whispered huskily to the pretty blonde. Karl rose carefully from Esther. His sagging penis slid out of the viscous hole. On his feet, he began walking towards the bedroom. Continuing to stare into Esther's eyes, Maria told Karl, "No. You sleep here, stud. You need your rest after all your struggles this past day. You'll allow your women to share a comfortable bed and get to know each other, won't you?" A Full Moon Phase Ch. 03 Maria stood and extended a hand to Esther who took it and stood up. With a wry smile, Maria reached to Karl's penis and removed the dangling condom. "I'll take care of this. Rest." A puzzled Karl nodded. "There are blankets in the closet at the end of the hallway," Maria finished with Karl and dragged Esther, acting like a somnambulist, into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Long legs spread wide, Maria sat on the edge of the bed and lured Esther to stand between them. Lean hands gently studied the silky, resilient flesh, dancer's smooth muscles covered in a shallow but comfortable layer of softness. The hands described curves of the buoyant breasts and buttocks and the narrow waist between them. "You have a fabulously sexy body," Maria murmured. Esther snorted quietly. "You could be a model." Maria chuckled. "You hate me, don't you?" "You toy with Karl's affection. I embrace it. You'll devour him while I give him succor." "You know I'll win that battle. Karl's affections are a trifle as are mine. His heart's almost as tough as mine. Yours is weak and too compliant, too readily opened and seized like a defenseless hamlet succumbing to whichever conqueror happens to pass through." "Are you the latest conqueror?" sneered Esther. "Yes," Maria purred, leaning forward and taking a nipple into her mouth. "Don't," Esther murmured. "Make me," Maria challenged before returning to the teat, her hand aggressively squeezing it. Esther shoved her head away. "You can do better than that," Maria taunted and reattached her mouth. Esther slapped the beauty's face. "Harder," grumbled Maria, her mouth returning to the suck. Esther shoved Maria hard enough to send the woman back on her back, straddled her torso and slapped her hard four times, alternating her right hand and left hand, screaming, "You fucking cold bitch!" "Yes," Maria panted. Shifting slightly, her long arm reached out until her hand opened a drawer in the bedside table and grabbed a folding razor which she opened and took Esther's hand with incredible force and pressed the handle into it. "Make me your bitch." Esther gasped at the drawer where the blade had been. There sat a strap on dildo, a jar of lubricant and handcuffs. She barely resisted when Maria guided her hand with the razor and cut through the buttons of the silk pajama top. "I'm in your way," Maria reminded Esther, bringing the blade to her neck. "You need to topple me to claim him. You need to control me to control him. You need to fuck me up to fuck him. Otherwise he's mine to use as I please. You have a body built for sex, but I have a cunt that drives men wild. I can give that to you, for you to command and for you to use to control him. But you have to be stronger than me. You have to defeat me." The pressure of the blade on the long sleek neck of Maria eventually created a cut and a trickle of blood. Both women moaned. Esther finally pulled Maria's hand from her hand that contained the razor. Her other hand slapped Maria. "You made me cut you." "Show me you can do it yourself, you weak, pathetic cow." Another powerful slap on the beauty's perfectly symmetrical face and Esther pressed the blade against Maria chest where her heart hid thumping excitedly. Another small cut oozed another pearl of blood. "Heartless bitch! You're the pathetic one! Icy blood! Pitiable! No emotions! No love!" The hand without the blade squeezed Maria's perfect little breast mercilessly. "Yes!" Maria moaned. "Teach me Mistress! Own me! Change me! Make me your bitch! Master me and you'll master Karl! Take me and I'll make you queen and you can use me for your pleasure and for Karl's!" Esther slapped away Maria's hand on her breast, but the other one, the one stroking and stoking the heat in her cunt she left. The sexual met the sense of power intoxicating Esther like a first drunk and the spark ignited the source of inebriation and the flame consumed her and transformed her. Moving the blade lower, she cut through the belt that held the silk pajamas at Maria's waist. Unable to strip her new slave quick enough, she brought the blade to the top of the pajamas, her other hand a fist pressing into Maria's abdomen as it held the edge of the silk and she sliced through with the ultra sharp edge until the blade hovered less than a centimeter from Maria's distended clit. Opening the bottoms released Maria's sweet and pungent desire which surprisingly intoxicated Esther even more. She never thought another woman could excite her. She pressed the back of the blade against the erect little pin. Maria shivered and moaned. Standing, legs spread to shoulder width giving her strong balance, Esther folded the razor and slapped it down loudly on the bedside table. Grabbing the harness, she buckled it on. "Get rid of those decadent pants, bitch," she commanded. "On your paws like a good little bitch." She grabbed the shackles. "Supplicate, bitch. Face kiss the ground." She pulled each arm carefully behind Maria's back and secured the cuffs, tightening them harshly. Maria groaned. "Shut up, bitch!" Esther grumbled, slapping Maria's ass hard. Maria moaned. Esther slapped harder. "You wanted me all slippery I see," Esther smirked. "I..." "Shut up I said!" Another slap. "I want you pressing your snout to the ground. I'll not be looked upon with those arrogant bitch eyes. I'll pluck them out if I ever see you looking at me like that again!" The bed muffled Maria's moan. Eyes averted by command allowed Esther to grease the long thick dildo and the phalange that sat on her own clit. This weird power intoxicating her didn't overcome her natural compassion. She understood her role, to own that perfect little ass, but damaging it, bloodying it, would hurt her psyche as much as Maria's rectum. Fingers coated with the oil, first one then two then three, rammed into the tight orifice, opening it up, dilating it. Finally she shoved the dildo inside with one steady push until her pelvis pressed against Maria's tight little ass, the phalange rubbing her own clit. "Mmm," she hummed with excitement. Maria moaned into the bed. Esther let it go. Her hands reached around Maria's torso and grabbed Maria's breasts, using them as handles and as udders, mauling them and milking them as she pulled her hips back slowly and thrust quick and hard until her pelvis slapped against Maria's ass flesh. The smacking sound of flesh against flesh began at a slow rhythm. Steadily it increased until it sounded like the rhythm of applause pleading for an encore if a tad less resonant. The mauling of her breasts and the aggressive thrusts built Maria's pleasure towards a crescendo. A brief thought fluttered through her lusty mind wondering what Esther would do to her when she came. After about five minutes she found out when her body tightened and she squeaked and trembled and gasped out her deep breath. "Did I say you could cum, bitch?" Esther grumbled breathlessly. She released her breasts, pulled on her handcuffs with one hand and spanked her butt with the other. The spank became several at a rhythm equal to her thrusts and she used the cuffs as a handle like she was riding a horse. The exquisite pain pulling at her shoulders threatening dislocation almost got to be too much for Maria. Suddenly the fucking ended, and Maria found out why. "Oh fuck, Karl," moaned Esther. "Be gentle there. I never let a man inside me there. Oh. Okay. Give me a second. Oooh. Go ahead." Karl pressed deeper into Esther's rectum with his slicked up prick. Several slow ins and outs sent him all the way in. Esther slapped away his hand which reached around the two women and zeroed in on Maria's clit. "The bitch gets no direct pleasure," Esther admonished him. He chuckled and grabbed hold of Esther's sensitive nipples, gently squeezing them. Esther moaned, "Much better." The dildo ass fucking resumed and Karl's pelvis slapped against Esther's ample butt, shaking the flesh there when Esther retreated fully. The "slap, slap," rhythm beat similarly to the "thump, thump," of a racing heart. All hearts raced with exertion and pleasure, especially the women's. Esther finally gasped and came, seized by a torrent of blissful shocks that inundated her insides and made them turn into a puddle. "Enough," she told Karl quieter and gentler than when she addressed her bitch. He pulled out and she did too. "Fuck her. Fill her filthy hole with your cum." A smaller version, Karl's cock easily entered and plummeted all the way inside Maria's well used rectum, immediately riding her with more aggression and speed than Esther, slapping her small ass like a rider encouraging a horse to full gallop with more strength than Esther had, and mauled Maria's teats with even more viciousness. Of course Maria loved it. Unlike Esther, Karl felt the flutter of Maria's interior clutching and releasing his cock as he powered through her body shaking orgasm. Esther lay beside Maria and watched the wicked Stasi agent's beautiful face turn scarlet. Maria's pleasure ravaged face loosened as the orgasm abated. Amazingly the cold bitch smiled at Esther, a tear creeping out of her eye and said, with unsteady breath as Karl continued pummeling into her, "Thanks. Kiss me?" Their small noses pressed together as their mouths met. Esther met Maria's tongue with her own. Karl grunted loudly and came. The women's mouths separated for their giggles. "What's it feel like, him cumming in your ass?" asked Esther. "Hot and nasty," said Maria. Her smile turned to a frown. "I'm sorry you didn't get to feel it, Mistress." Esther shook her head puzzled by the warmth expressed by the coldest bitch she ever met; her true enemy politically and sexually. "What's going on, Maria? Is this just for kicks or something?" Maria's lips pressed together when Karl's cock exited her anus, suppressing a sigh. Esther caught him before he crawled off the bed, releasing the harness and handing him the soiled dildo to clean when he cleaned his soiled penis. He disappeared into the bathroom. Esther looked into the opened bedside table drawer and found the small key for the handcuffs and unshackled her bitch. Maria collapsed onto her side, rubbing her wrists. The women gazed into each other's eyes. Taking a breath and releasing it as a sigh, Maria finally answered Esther's question. "I never lost a battle before. In the last couple days I've lost two. The first was being rejected by the troupe. The second was the loss of Wolf's comradeship and his...love. Both caused by your ex leader, Gretchen." "So you hate Gretchen. What has that got to do with this?" "Not hate. Envy maybe. Like you." "What do you mean?" "I think you know." Contemplating the puzzle of how she and Maria could be at all alike, the answer popped into Esther's head. "Karl will never look at me like he looks at his best friend and ex lover." "We're allies in relationship to our one true nemesis, the nemesis of our heart." "You want us to destroy her?" "No, Mistress. That would be counterproductive." "Isn't that the plan? Aren't you using us to get to her?" "You're full of surprises my pretty Mistress. You hide your delectable body and your deductive mind." "I mean the members that escaped, they're all devout counter-revolutionaries. The rest of us with a far less righteous attitude get sent into the boonies for some tour. I presume the Stasi thinks that that's where she is and we will trap her like honey traps a fly." "Very clever, Mistress. But the Stasi, or I should say the Colonel, doesn't give a fuck about Gretchen except to use her as the honey to trap Wolf." "Because he changed sides?" "Fuck the Stasi," whispered Maria. Wolf, ever the techie, had given her a bug detector which she used to scan the apartment while Karl and Gretchen fucked. She bravely confronted the Colonel when she found bugs a couple times and since then he stopped listening into her apartment. But such blatant statements automatically made her wary. "Please explain that statement, bitch. You are the most arrogant person I ever met until, well, tonight and your submission to me, and I assume such arrogance comes from being awfully good at spying on your fellow comrades." Maria continued to whisper. "One thing about being cold and heartless and ruthless, you're not swayed by didactic bullshit. I see clearly the hypocrisy of pitting the regime's agenda against the people's right to their own agenda, the right to be a nation ruled by Germans rather than subjugated to the will of the Soviets. The self interest of the ruling class boggles the mind." "So why..." "The Colonel, my mentor. He taught me everything I know. He gave me this," she gestured to the relatively luxurious apartment. "He gave me the chance to play spy. I really enjoy it, Mistress. And he partnered me with Wolf, the coolest guy and the greatest fuck that ever existed despite his less than manly predilection for playing with technological gadgets." The women chuckled. "So Wolf turned against the regime, and you..." "That's part of it," Maria whispered. "Mostly I realized my mentor's not only an even more heartless bastard than I am, that he's so scary he even scares me, he's also quite mad. To continue following his command threatens my own sanity if only in doing what he demands of me. But his mentoring...I'm afraid I'll become him. I'll become evil and sadistic." Unable to resist, Esther chuckled. "I believe you embrace the masochist side of the equation." "Yes, Mistress. And isn't that interesting. Maybe I wanted the stiff old Colonel to be my sexual master as much as he was my military master. The idea scares the shit out of me. I've watched him torture confessions out of my prisoners with a glee that was beyond professional; that was purely for sexual gratification, and I imagined myself replacing the tortured man or woman and it made me hot, nearly orgasmic. I've watched him torture victims to death and imagined myself experiencing the most mind blowing orgasm ever achieved just at the point when my life snuffed out. An ecstasy of pain." "You are already crazy," breathed Esther. "It's my cold soul, like the Colonel's. It takes extreme measures to break through that wall and let me feel...something." "But Wolf..." Maria nodded sadly. "Yes Mistress. He broke through. He grasped my cold heart in his big hot hand and squeezed blood into it. The ice melted. But I'm still me mostly. That's why I need you. You're a compassionate soul. Your love drips from your soul like a burning candle dripping wax, an essential product of its existence. I am your attack dog, Mistress, your defender and your weapon. I need your commands now." "But what about your work?" The smile on Maria's face blew Esther away. Coldly beautiful like a marble bust of Venus, suddenly she radiated a warm beauty, exceptional and heart rending. When Maria kissed her, Esther embraced the naked woman fiercely, returning the kiss two fold or more. Mouths finally separated and breaths sucked in, Maria explained her smile. "You're generous to a fault, Mistress. What I do is antithetical to you in every way, and yet you worry about my career. But don't worry. I have a plan. I will continue my illustrious career. You will continue yours. Gretchen hers. And Wolf. And that motherfucking Colonel will be the scapegoat making it happen." "Sounds...ambitious," Esther replied warily. "I hate to fail. I won't let it happen again," smiled Maria a lot less warmly. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Grand Exposition in Kat's Grand Home "What the fuck are you?" Trixie shouted, trembling. After a fucked up day in which Stasi agents had closed in on the Courage Players essentially destroying them, and one had grabbed her from her S and M studio and injected her with a powerful sedative and she awoke in the middle of the Black Forest in an army ambulance driven by the Stasi abductor and administrator of the injection, the passenger in the truck/van with weird eyes and a gloriously beautiful and cute and calming face had suddenly become the woman of her dreams even though she never thought she dreamt of such a woman. Intoxicated with lust and desire and even love, a weird bond instantaneously in place between complete strangers, the amount of pleasure Trixie felt gazing into the golden eyes of the gorgeous woman seemed to improve the fucked up day greatly. But now... The sleek black panther with those same golden eyes growled quietly as it paced the large bedroom In the large four poster bed with a mirrored canopy where the most sensuous and sweet and satiating sex had happened for over an hour when Trixie explored Kat's sleekly muscled body, lean but shapely with a gently curving waist and perfect little round breasts with jutting sensitive nipples and a perfect round butt and the most delicious cunt she ever tasted which oozed a nectar containing a fragrance seeming to increase Trixie's already elevated libido even farther beyond anything she ever experienced, and while she sucked and licked and stroked there Kat did the same to her bringing her to the edge and over several times until the smooth tongue of Kat became a rasp that totally blew Trixie away to the point of fainting, Trixie awoke to find herself behind a mesh of steel hard transparent plastic cowering from the pacing cat she somehow knew had to be Kat. Screaming when Kat disappeared from sight and suddenly reappeared, a large paw with black pads and lengthy claws, somehow both black and transparent, pressing on the mesh inches from Trixie's neck, Trixie moved away, but the cat staring at Trixie sat there as cat's do on its butt with the long black tail circling the butt and the folded back legs. Gingerly, Trixie reached her hand to touch a coarse pad and another as fingers matched paws. The panther sounded like it purred with a deep resonance. Then the mouth appeared. The rough, long, thick pink tongue licked across the mesh where fingertips and paws met. Then the tongue retreated and terrible fangs lunged at Trixie's fingers just missing them by a centimeter as Trixie bounced away and her back slammed against the mesh on the other side of the bed. The panther growled much louder and more menacingly. Rising to walk, it headed to the large desk where a panel of buttons had been manipulated earlier to shift the ambience of the bedroom to a sexy dark space. Its paw landed on a broad switch which it pushed upwards and a window opened. The panther screeched and jumped through, disappearing, its blackness hidden in the black night. Seconds later a gentle knock sounded at the door and it opened without Trixie responding. Seeing Michael, her good friend, an obviously gay pretty boy with soft pale skin on a round boyish face and short spiky light blond hair, gave Trixie back her breath. Leo followed behind Michael. An eccentric and distracted and attractive young man with light brown shoulder length hair, almost a dark golden hue, Leo seemed to be in his early twenties. Kat introduced him as the architect of the strange modernist house they occupied, the outside wrapped in one way mirrored glass that made the house disappear into the snowy yard and the woods surrounding it, and a series of curving ramps leading to a small widows perch at the top created the weird floor design where floors ascended like high steps curving around a vast space, almost a ballroom. Wearing robes and nothing else, they both looked as sated as Trixie had been before becoming scared to death. "You okay?" asked Michael. Leo stepped to the control panel and pressed a button and pulled down the switch Kat had pulled up. The mesh lifted and disappeared into the upper frame of the bed while the window through which Kat jumped closed. Ignoring Michael's question Trixie gazed at the beautiful large sky blue sad eyes of Leo and asked him, "What the fuck is going on?" "She changed, didn't she?" sighed Leo with his strongly accented (Hungarian?) and sibilant voice, very fey. "Uhm...Kat's a cat?" Trixie stuttered. "Come with me," said Leo, stepping back to the door and taking Michael's hand. "Uhm...I should dress?" "Yes of course. You'll find something in the closet." Leo nodded towards a door behind the bed. Trixie found a red kimono printed with a panther hanging inside the door. She slipped it on. Leo smiled. "That's Kat's favorite." "She likes her...change." "We all do." Leo gestured at his robe, a long smoking jacket really, printed with several light brown cats, lionesses it looked like. After a nervous swallow and a fearful smile, she followed Leo and Michael through the door. They stepped down from the shallow second level of Kat's room and traipsed through the large entry space to a back room, a small movie theater where another man with similar features to Kat, black hair and golden eyes and a handsome rounded faces with a small nose, sat in the middle of the space amongst the rows of folding chairs smiling at them. Michael sat beside him and they kissed. The man stood and lifted his hand to Trixie. "I'm Jag," he said. "Of course you are. Beatrix. You can call me Trixie." "Welcome Trixie. Have a seat." "Thanks." She sat behind them. Michael turned in his seat to talk to her. "Jag paints," he said, gesturing to the screen. Several paintings hung on the walls of the house. Many obviously painted by the same artist, darkly colorful portraits and scenes depicting metamorphosis done in the Weimar style of Expressionism with oddly chosen colors for skin and heavy brush strokes that gave the paintings a dark yet vibrant emotionality. The painting of a Leda and the Swan image lifted, revealing a silvered screen behind it. Obviously Leo made the screen appear. He stood behind a podium, his fingers busy pressing buttons. The room darkened and a slide appeared on the screen: a painterly written word: "Metamorphosis." "Of course," muttered Trixie. Leo smiled. "Have you read Ovid?" he asked her. "And 'The Golden Bough,'" Trixie replied. "I studied mythology and literature and psychology, perhaps for this moment, at least until they kicked me out of University for singing subversive songs and playing rock and roll on my plugged in guitar in the middle of the classroom building." The men chuckled. Leo replied, "Sounds like the sort of troublesome citizen they tend to kick out of the Democratic Republic of Germany." "I'd hoped," Trixie shrugged. "My bandmates freaked, but I met Gretchen soon afterward. And Michael. Only they embraced my notoriety." "You sound delicious," said Jag. "Your sister thought so, especially after she changed." Trixie couldn't help shivering. "She's my twin," Jag explained proudly. "Same litter?" Trixie smiled ironically. Jag chuckled and nodded. "Exactly." Confusion overwhelmed Michael clearly visible on his face. "What's going on?" Instead of answering, Trixie caught Leo's eye and asked, "Is Michael in danger?" "Don't worry, Trixie," Leo replied. "We'll keep him safe, unless..." "Unless what?" she asked. "Let me do my little presentation, and..." "Little?" Jag interjected. Leo shrugged, "Well, there's a lot to cover." "You won't change in the middle of it?" Trixie asked. "No. Not until tomorrow night. Kat's..." "Kat's what?" "She's in heat." "Oh. Oh! Pheromones!" A look of surprise transformed to respect appeared on Leo's face when he nodded. Trixie looked miffed. "You wouldn't have responded if you weren't receptive," Leo explained. "You two were meant to be together. You like her don't you?" "I thought I loved her, but..." "It seems you do, and she loves you. Let me do my thing." "Sure," said Trixie, flummoxed. "Metamorphosis," Leo began. He clicked through several slides depicting gods and goddesses on ancient objects: Grecian urns and Egyptian and Indian and Mayan walls and other artifacts from various cultures. "The first and hardest thing for you to accept is that the gods are real. They exist. Only now they're...in hibernation so to speak." "Why's that?' asked Trixie with vehement skepticism. Leo smiled. "Glad you asked." The next slides showed Hebrew scrolls and images of Moses and David and then Jesus and the Emperor Constantine and warriors fighting beside Mohammed. "It seems the gods' creations and manipulations of man proved a little too successful. Men became as arrogant as gods. They became the hegemony of the earth. They took over and turned a blind eye to their old 'pagan' truths and the world became more and more 'humanistic' so to speak. Man manipulated old pagan rituals which communicated and appeased and sacrificed to the gods such as Christmas and Easter and made them monotheistic." After images of Christmas trees, images of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny followed. "And their new god, a god of money, continued the trend. No god really. Just man." The painting formerly hiding the silver screen reappeared: Lida and the Swan. "During the god's hegemony they enjoyed playing with their mortal, earthbound and earth made copies." "They liked fucking us," said Trixie. "Exactly. Mostly to get their jollies, but often for more sinister reasons." Images of Aphrodite and Zeus and Hera and Helen of Troy and Paris appeared. "Making their mates jealous for instance. Or teasing other gods." More illustations: Hephaestus and Apollo. Heracles. "This is all Greek," Trixie commented. "For familiarity," Leo shrugged. "They're all the same gods. They travel swiftly and have vast vision which of course makes these little salvos against each other rather rude." More slides: Valhalla with Odin and Thor and Loki and Siegfried and the fat lady singing at the end of Gotterdammerung. "See?" "Thank you," Trixie chuckled. "What have the gods to do with us here?" Michael finally asked. "Forefathers," said Leo, showing Loki again and images of Satan. "It seems a particularly mischievous and horny one liked to sweep through villages and fornicate with the prettiest virgins. He particularly liked Aryans, the original Aryans from East Central India. The villagers called him Yashaw, the god of lust. "His sister and mate, goddess of hunting, Diana to the Greeks, along with higher ups in the hierarchy began getting disgruntled with his obsession. He brought his conquests to a valley in the Himalayas and would be there with them more than he should. "Inevitably the women became pregnant. That didn't end his lust. In fact he liked them that way even more. And he looked forward to the progeny of his seed and these beauties' eggs. "On the new moon of the eighth month of the first pregnancies, ostensibly to confront her husband with her wish for him to curtail his harem, Diana brought her favorite sister, the goddess of all things feline, and her aunt and uncle, both involved with the mixing of substances to create new things, alchemists or the first scientists, into the valley. During the party which Yashaw produced for his visitors, a substance added to the meal eaten by the young pregnant women changed their fetuses. "The full moon that followed, Diana and her sister returned to watch the birth of kittens. All the pregnant women gave birth to litters. Many of them died from the trauma. Furious with the trickery and the terror it caused, he gathered the women still alive and placed them on his magical cart drawn by a team of flying horses and took off, landing in a valley of the Caucuses. Before leaving however, he glanced at his sisters and was surprised and even amused at the look of absolute love he found on their faces for the adorable kittens. "Yashaw and Diana soon reconciled, mostly because of her love for the offspring. As much as he obsessed over his harem, she obsessed over their raising the kittens, both her and her sister. Her sister actually succored them on her teats. When Diana brought him back to the Himalayan valley, he found human babies there rather than kittens. And his children by and large turned out to be as beautiful as he hoped. "It seemed Diana could forgive his obsession because she could relate. And she and Yashaw made a pact to spend less time with their obsessions. They made peace with each other and renewed their matrimonial partnership. "However, that didn't last. Diana and her sister contemplated their roles as hunters, Diana encouraging the human kind and her sister the animal, and being nearly as mischievous as their brother, they came up with a plan. "Since visiting each other's hidden valleys became commonplace, Yashaw failed to notice the new moon of the eighth month of pregnancy of his new harem, containing survivors of the old harem along with conquests from the Caucasian mountains and the Baltics, found Diana and their sister visiting. Again the food was added to by a concoction created by their Aunt and Uncle. During the full moon, the women delivered pups, future game for werecats. "Werecats?" Michael yelled. "And werewolves," said Jag beside him. Michael scoffed, "This is insane." "I saw her change, Michael. I saw her become a panther," Trixie announced. And to Leo, she inquired, "You're demigods? Are you...from the original litters?" "No we're not immortal, Trixie," Leo replied. "Unless killed though, we are long lived." "How long?" "Jag? How old was Oscie?" "She remembered during her childhood her family hiding from Napoleon," Jag shrugged. "That's crazy," Michael muttered. "We lost so many of our elders during Hitler's campaign against us," Leo explained. "She was the den's historian and most important to us to keep hidden until the SS stopped shooting us. She died a couple years ago. She's the oldest I know of." "And you?" Trixie asked Leo. "I'm seventy-three. Jag and Kat are a little over a hundred." "And Wolf?" "Our age," said Jag. "We grew up hunting each other as kids." He chuckled. "So the whole hunting thing...?" Trixie began. Leo grinned. "It's sort of ceremonial now, although we can get a little over enthusiastic. Yes it started out as hunter and hunted, often both playing either role. But it became a war of attrition really. And being mortal, we figured out that we were playing this game for the gods and weren't amused. There have always been a Wolf and a Kat, alphas for the clans, since we stopped killing each other. Two clan leaders meeting to iron out agreements for working together to keep the clans alive and unknown and to map out the distances to prevent too close proximity when we become feral." "So you still hunt each other when you change?" "Only for fun most of the time. The distance allows us time to get the eating and the fornicating out of the way before we confront each other. But unless there's rabid animosity between cat and canine, it's more like extremely rambunctious play." "So you still hunt to kill?" asked Michael at last in the gist of it. "Not often" Jag replied. "And it's punished," Leo added. "Eye for an eye? Tooth for a tooth?" asked Trixie. "Something like that," Leo evaded. Anatomical renderings appeared on the screen detailing the blood vessels and nerves and brain and glands of the head, neck and upper torso, the front and back side. "Like I said," Leo continued, "we are long lived compared to the average man. We live three times their life spans. There are reasons for that." "You're descended from a god," said Trixie. "Yes. That's the source of it. It's like the genetics of humans when two vastly different races mix, overcoming the harmful genes of a single group's breeding and invigorating the stronger genes, but in a much greater way. Essentially we're impervious to disease and to being mortally penetrated by weapons. We heal rapidly to the point where exsanguinations are prevented. But we're vulnerable." "Your Achilles heal?" asked Trixie. "Exactly." He drew out a telescoping pointer and pointed at a strange form attached to the base of the brain and the spine looking like a fat slug. "This is a gland specific to changelings or weres. Detaching it causes instantaneous death. The enzyme it secretes creates the metamorphosis. It's our sack of magic so to speak. And of course silver poisons us." "So that's true," said Trixie. "Why silver?" "For Diana. She could torture us with brass or iron or steel, but if she wanted the kill..." "Silver arrowheads." "Exactly. I'm sure our race's great aunt and uncle included this in their alchemical potion given to our race's mothers. Diana insisted." "But aren't demigods supposed to be immortal except for their Achilles heals?" Trixie asked. "I'm not sure of the myth, but the fact is because of being half human we are subject to the frailty of being earthbound, of our bodies being of the earth. We need to eat to sustain our strength. But not eating, though at least once a month we always eat so that's in a way an unknown situation, but our god side keeps us from starving or dehydrating to death. "There's a legend of a rather unscrupulous cat who decided wolves were better dead than alive and killed several before he was captured and denied food and water for several years, a sort of experiment using the unsalvageable criminal and it's said he lived many years. "But the point is because of our human half we eventually age and become decrepit and return our bodies to the earth in which all mortals must return and dissolve into it and become one with it. It just takes quite a bit longer." "Why are you telling us this?" asked Michael. "Isn't it obvious, Michael?" Trixie spoke. "They want us to be like them." "Do we have choice?" Michael asked fearfully. "I mean it's like those kidnap stories: if the kidnapper wears no disguise you're doomed. You've told us how to kill you!" Jag still sat beside Michael, but their comfortable, post sex relaxation against each other ended several minutes before. Michael leaned tightly away from him. Jag talked gently to his newest lover, "You have a choice. And for you it may be easier than for Beatrix because to become one of us you need to...mate." "Uhm, I'm not the most picky as far as sex especially when I'm horny, but bestiality..." Trixie said. Leo and Jag chuckled. Images on the screen flashed a sequence of a man and a woman fucking, the woman biting the man at the shoulder near the neck, the man discharging his sperm inside her, and an anatomical image of the were gland excreting enzymes travelling to the woman's womb and meeting at the egg with the sperm. Leo had decided not to depict the rather scary and much more direct infecting of the sperm and egg. "No Michael, you make love to a woman," Leo explained. "You mate with her and during the mating she exchanges her fluids into your blood stream infecting you at your most receptive, and when you ejaculate into her the sperm can penetrate her egg and impregnate her. There has to be a complete embracing of your mate sexually and emotionally. That's why you may not want to do this. You don't feel comfortable with women sexually." "Then you have to kill me?" "No, Michael," Jag said quietly. "We'll help you escape East Germany, give you enough money to adapt to the West and let you have your human life." "What about my knowledge of...you?" "Who'd believe you?" smiled Leo. "If he leaves," asked Trixie, "will it be before tomorrow night? And if not, do you have a safe place for him to protect him like Kat gave me in her weird bed cage?" A Full Moon Phase Ch. 04 The werecats nodded. "He'll be safe," said Leo. "And we want him to think about it for a day. And you?" Trixie trembled but not with fear. The immensity of her decision shook her to the core. She looked at Jag when she spoke simply, "I want Kat." When their eyes met for over a minute in a profoundly communicative stare, by its end she realized she wanted her brother too. "Have you mated before?' she asked him. He nodded. "Cats don't mate for life unlike wolves," he explained. "Kat told me. Where's your offspring?" "Like most of us they've assimilated. My last impregnation happened nearly fifty years ago." "Why's that?" "Since the war we haven't risked it. We've been...careful. We've been watched. The Nazis damaged us, murdered many, made us hide deep, and their murderous hatred hasn't completely ended." "Then why now?" "We need to regenerate or risk extinction. And Wolf sort of jump started our plans. He brought you here." "Michael may not be, but I'm glad he did." Jag stood and reached out his hand. "Come, let's get to know each other." "Can we use Kat's bed? I want to smell her." Jag grinned and chuckled. "Sounds like a good idea." Hand in hand they exited the little theater and headed to Kat's bed. Watching Michael watch his friend depart with his brief lover and potential murderer looking absolutely perplexed and frightened, Leo chuckled quietly. He said to the young man who had swallowed his cum while being buggered by Jag only an hour and a half before for the best sex of the young man's life, "Perhaps a long massage and an even longer bubble bath might relax you?" After taking a deep breath and smiling through his fear, Michael answered, "It might." A Full Moon Phase Ch. 05 Regaining consciousness had its downside, a throbbing headache that channeled to her stomach. Nausea made Gretchen heave. Acids burned her throat. She spit out liquid fire onto the hard floor she sat on, her back against the hard wall. Her vision swirled only partly from concussive damage. In front of her, two humanoid figures wrestled and clawed at each other. Their faces mottled with fur had impossibly wide mouths with dangerously long and pointing canine teeth. Their rib cage area had expanded, with the golden brown fur of the female hidden by scraps of her torn brown flannel shirt. Heavy breasts bounced about as she tackled the silver gray male but retained their shape. "Wolf?" Gretchen muttered, her hand touching her face where another pain targeted it, a finger moving in front of her eye showing blood. The male thing growled glancing at her and then screamed in pain as a long claw like fingernail penetrated his chest near his heart. Within a second he had the female flipped over and face down, his own claw dangerously at her throat while the other hand pushed her face into the stone floor. "Enough? Enough?" it sounded like he said in his growl. The female monster on the floor metamorphosed into the most perfectly shaped woman Gretchen had ever seen if perfection meant the bosomy hour glass figure of a men's magazine model, which in Gretchen's case it did. Lust pinged through her pain and fear. And even the scowl on the dirty blonde woman's face didn't erase its beauty, lean and sharply etched with a lengthy nose similar to Wolf's that added character and dazzling hazel eyes that pooled and oozed out a tear. Wolf returned to his familiar form as well as he carefully removed his naked body from the woman, tensed muscles readying for her renewed attack of his mate. She remained on the floor staring at Gretchen, scowling and near tears. Appearing to be unthreatening, Wolf glanced from her to Gretchen and approached his love tentatively. "Are you alright?" he asked her. Gretchen rubbed her face. "I'm bleeding." Wolf knelt beside her, gently as possible removing her hand. He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just a prick. I'm glad I pulled her away before she marred your cute face." He kissed the wound. The woman growled. "Shut up, Nina," he growled back. Both Gretchen and Wolf watched Nina rise to her feet, her body on complete display as she removed the remnants of her tattered shirt. Her khaki pants lay near her feet in a puddle of cloth where they had fallen when her broad hips narrowed during her transformation. Standing with fists hitched to her hips, she glared at Gretchen. Gretchen swallowed. The scary woman was stunning. Nina spoke in a low and sexy voice, "You promised, Wolf." "I found my mate, Nina," he explained, wrapping his large arm around Gretchen who tightened. "This scrawny thing?" Nina spat. "I tossed the cunt like she was a sack of leaves, a small sack at that. And look, she's trembling like a leaf. It's my time, Wolf. You promised." "Of course she's scared, you bitch," sighed Wolf. "I haven't informed her of our...ways. Instead she's confronted by the worst of it." Nina laughed. "Good. She'll refuse you and we'll eat her delectable flesh." Kneeling, she lifted her hand and touched Gretchen's cheek. Gretchen trembled at the touch, but when Nina pressed her perfect body against Wolf, anger flashed in her eyes. The flash made Nina smile. Holding Gretchen tighter, Wolf grumbled his response. "You're not my mate, bitch. I finally find her and you..." The kiss on his cheek and then the mouth breathing into his ear when she spoke and her hand moving sensuously lower and lower in circles from his chest across his abdomen until it held his hardening penis, cradling it, was watched with intense jealousy by Gretchen. Nina witnessed the power of Gretchen's emotion while taunting Wolf with her breath, "You promised to give me pups this moon, Wolf." "Oh Nina," Wolf sighed, kissing her cheek. "You know I love you. You're my best friend, my confidant, my lover, but you're not my mate. I don't feel for you the way I do for Gretchen. We're not meant to be mates." Suddenly Gretchen jumped to her feet causing a wooziness she fought to keep from overcoming her and managed to grab her clothes through her foggy consciousness. Her brain too physically and emotionally rattled to scream at full volume, she unsteadily roared, "I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I'm going to leave you weirdos to your weirdness and try to find my friends!" Her unsteady legs somehow brought her through the main room and upstairs and outside. Throughout she readied to be grabbed but surprisingly no too quick paws prevented her. Fresh cold air intensified the throbbing until she breathed deeper and quicker and it softened. Following tracks visible in the light of a nearly full moon and cloudless sky, she found the large flat building and the wide ramp lowering to the corrugated metal garage door and beside it a set of steps leading to a door meant for people surprisingly unlocked. Grasping her forehead tightly with her hand, trying to prevent the throbbing from exploding, she yelled, "Michael! Joseph! Karen!" into the interior of the building. The air of the large space filled with boxes on pallets increased her nausea. It smelled of meat. The cold inside matched the cold outside. "Gretchen!" she barely heard repeated by two voices. "Where are you!" she responded, moving past the boxes to find large silent machines filling the space. "Keep yelling!" The voices led her to the back of the large space and two sets of descending steps and a hallway. The hallway crossed another, and the voices led her left and further down the hall where the concrete walls became glass threaded with a mesh of hexagons made of metal wire of a golden hue. Joseph, a moderately tall, moderately handsome man with curly light brown hair past his shoulders and a broad face with piercing blue eyes, his body smoothly muscled from martial arts and stage combat training, and Karen, an exotic mix of the east and west, of oriental and Slavic, with Asian eyes on a broad and pretty and intelligent face, her subtle contours like a stout boy, not fat but big boned, stood on collapsible wooden chairs on the other side of glass, their heads tilted up so their voices carried through holes lining the top of the wall. With a tortured smile, Gretchen caught their eyes and said thickly, "Hi." "Gretchen!" they both spoke at once, climbing carefully off their chairs and pointing farther down the hallway. Unfortunately the door with the same glass and metal mesh proved to be locked. Bouncing off it out of frustration, Gretchen collapsed and became unconscious. Coming to, Gretchen jolted up to sitting, regretting it instantantly when the blood drained from her head, making her dizzy again. She recovered and gazed angrily at the woman sitting near her feet on the edge of the bed: the breathtakingly beautiful woman she had seen transformed into a monster. Nina smiled. "You're...impressive," said Nina without malice but with a seductive tinge instead. She handed Gretchen a glass of orange liquid which Gretchen quickly swallowed—a familiar taste. Gretchen realized she was back on Wolf's bed and sounds of birds and a glow outside the open door suggested morning. She smelled bacon and coffee and her stomach grumbled emptily. "How...?" she began. "Kat left us some of the sedative just in case. Wolf brought you back here and we...kept you warm." "You...slept with him after all?" "Slept, yes. Talked too." Nina's gentleness somehow prevented Gretchen cringing when her fingers slid through Gretchen's hair. "Do you find me...unattractive?" Gretchen swallowed her lust and stiffened. "Where are Michael and Joseph and Karen?" Nina chuckled quietly and kissed Gretchen's forehead. "Michael went with Kat. Joseph and Karen are having breakfast." The beauty nodded towards the door. "Here, let me dress you," pulling a heavy green wool shirt from her lap and helping Gretchen slip her arms into it and buttoning it up. The khaki slacks proved too wide and to long, but Gretchen cinched them with a belt and rolled up the cuffs. At her feet were furry suede slippers, a little too big but wearable and comfortable. She noticed Nina wore the same things. "I like comfort," Nina shrugged. "It takes a special event for me to dress up." She smiled and kissed Gretchen on the lips. "Some women don't need to dress up to look beautiful," said Gretchen before she could stop herself. Nina nodded and kissed her again. "I agree," she murmured. A giggle passed through Nina's mouth when she saw Gretchen's powerful expression of anger and jealousy return to her face. Gretchen grumbled, "You're seducing me to be with Wolf." Nina nodded and shrugged. "But it won't be a chore sharing him, will it? Certainly not for me." "But you nearly killed me!" With eyes dampening, Nina sighed, "I'm so sorry, Gretchen. Just know that if I had succeeded, not only would I deny myself the wonder that is you, but my very life. Wolf would have killed me. It's just...I'm in heat and we tend to get feral." "Feral...?" "Come have breakfast my remarkable little powerhouse. All will be revealed." Gretchen rolled up her too long sleeves to her wrists while following the beautiful, scary woman into the main room. Gathered at a rough hewn table were her fellow troupe members and two handsome blonde strangers, one of whom was female. Males and females paired up intimately. The blonde strangers looked like twins: thick shouldered and tall. The male loomed over Karen. Even sitting he was a head taller. The female equaled Joseph's sitting height, but her massive broad shoulders made him look small beside her. Unlike everywhere else she'd been with Wolf, the room felt warm. She discovered why while approaching the table. The kitchen where eggs and bacon and coffee heated had a wood burning stove. Wolf emerged from the kitchen with a radiant smile and his hands carrying a thick earthenware plate holding eggs, bacon, toast and hashed potatoes and a large mug of coffee. "Come eat," he said, placing the plate and coffee in the middle of the table across from her friends. "How do you take your coffee?" "Hot and bitter," she replied, sitting where the plate had been placed. She returned the silly grins of her friends with a tentative smile. "Then it's perfect," Wolf proclaimed, sitting to her right and sipping his mug of coffee. "Eat. You must be starved." Nina sat to her left. Her stomach growled in agreement. Instead of asking the million questions dancing in her dazed brain, she filled her mouth with breakfast. As she ate, she watched the interplay of her friends and their mates, introduced as Lou and Reyna. "Pheromones," she thought, "like with me and Wolf." The couples talked so quietly she heard little of what they said. The smiles and laughter and the seductive touching made the words less important than the intimacy of sharing conversation and physical space. Her stomach sated, she glanced back and forth at Wolf and Nina, noticing Nina studied Wolf like a prime roast. "Tell me what you became last night," Gretchen insisted. The growl from Wolf set Gretchen on her nerves. It refocused everyone towards him. Nina cringed. Quieting his outburst, he informed Gretchen, though his eyes remained on Nina, "You saw the worst of us I'm afraid. You saw our battling form, the human with the animal, the most vicious of each." "You...become something else?" asked Gretchen. Wolf nodded. "You saw the intermediate stage. We transform completely unless riled up or challenged. Close the shades, Lou, and set up the screen." Lou nodded and used a long stick with a hook to pull down shades, then grabbed a freestanding screen retracted and looking like a vertical cylinder on a metal stand and turned the cylinder horizontally and unrolled the screen upward, attaching it to the top of a narrow post. Reyna removed the dishes from the table. Wolf walked to a door. Opening it revealed a closet. He pulled out a 16mm movie projector and placed it on the dining table. Lou plugged it into a wall socket while Wolf extracted a box from the closet, opened it and pulled out a reel of film, handing it to Lou to thread into the machine. Reyna turned off the lights and the movie began. "Howie Ender made this before the Holocaust," Wolf explained as the sprockets clattered through the machine. "During the Weimar Republic, such art could be made and appreciated. It's really quite beautiful and at the same time tells our story to the initiates." "Meaning us," said Gretchen. "Yes." The silent black and white film unspooled. Handwritten intertitles cut into thick stretched leather with a light source sweeping across it and then behind it, the light causing the film to bleach out. The careful sweep of the light source became the pattern for the film. Images emerged from darkness, flashed and disappeared in a gentle flow, sometimes quicker and more abrupt when the scenes depicted violence or fucking. Like the slide show in Kat's home, the film explained the origin of the werewolves and werecats. "That looks like you!" exclaimed Gretchen to Nina, playing Diana. "That is me," said Nina, sniffling. "And Yashaw's my brother. He was murdered by the Nazis." Later Gretchen heard Wolf sniffle. "My parents played the Aunt and Uncle," he explained. Later still, Joseph remarked, amazed, "Are those kittens emerging from that woman?" "She looks like Kat," Gretchen noticed. "It is," said Wolf. "Oh my god, now puppies come out of that woman's..." Karen exclaimed. Nina chuckled. "With all the fucking and the close up of cunts, the movie had a limited showing." "Howie showed it to the Hoi Poloi of culture," Wolf explained. "They didn't figure it to be real, just editing magic, special effects, with the shadowiness of the film seeming to make such remarkable effects easier to convince." "But it's real, isn't it?" said Gretchen. "Yes it is. Howie filmed Kat giving birth and..." "Bette's the bitch," said Reyna. No one laughed. Using the sweeping, softly lit technique, a time lapse sequence showed a pup and a kitten becoming an adult man and woman. "Is that you?" asked Gretchen. The man looked like Wolf ten years younger. "Yes, and the female werecat is Kat again." "Oh my god!" shouted all the initiates, or similar expressions of shock and surprise. Wolf and Kat became halfway transformed and fought viciously. "That was an unwise choice of Howie's," Wolf sighed as he watched with the others his body and Kat's wounded by each other. He rubbed a small scar on his cheek. The fight ended with the two finishing the metamorphosis and licking each other's wounds which healed quickly though scars remained. Gretchen growled at the intimacy causing Wolf to chuckle. Kat and Wolf began playing, Wolf a wolf chasing Kat a panther, catching her and toppling her over before reversing roles. Other werecats and werewolves, two tribes, also engaged in the violent playing. The final act of the movie showed a man meeting a woman in a beer hall and courting her. "That's Howie and his mate Zelda," explained Wolf with a sigh. "She's lovely," said Gretchen of the voluptuous blonde with the face of a rural milk maiden. "Yes she was," Nina sighed. "What happened to her?" asked Gretchen, watching the courtship become love making. "When her mate died," Wolf explained, "she became completely feral repeatedly attacking the cats, provoking them until they...put her out of her misery." "Fuck," exclaimed Joseph, watching the lovers fuck doggy style. Howie sank his fangs into his lover's right shoulder near her neck. She looked ecstatic. His hips slammed against her butt with rapid thrusts until he went still and trembled. She toppled in a faint. Turning her over, he licked her pussy sent his fangs deep into her lower abdomen. "Fuck," the initiates all exclaimed. "He's infecting her," Nina explained. "Making her a wolf and her egg receptive to Howie's wolf sperm. Infecting a man is similar, except the bitch secretes into the testicles." "Ouch," moaned Joseph. "No pain, my love," said Reyna. "You sleep through it, and when you awake..." Howie sleeps spooning Zelda. Moments later, Howie fucks Zelda and Zelda pierces Howie's neck with her fangs. "This is how we change our mates and conceive pups," Nina explained. After they climax, they transform into wolves and separate and sprint together playfully though the dark forest. The tail end of the film flapped on the take up reel as the screen turned white. Lou shut off the machine. Reyna turned on the light. "You have a choice," Wolf explained to the horrified guests. "Of course we'd prefer if you mated, but if you choose not to become one of us, we will help you escape to the West. Let me make our case. If you become one of us, your life will be extended. We live three times the length of humans. We are essentially impervious to infections, diseases and wounds. Becoming a wolf on full moon nights is, to say the least, exhilarating." "But you said your parents were killed," said Gretchen. Nodding, Wolf explained, "The Nazis used silver bullets. It poisons us and prevents healing. Also we have a gland at the base of our brain which causes our transformation. If it is torn out, we die. Decapitation of course is also fatal." "Why us?" asked Karen. "Our race is weakening," Nina explained. "We need an infusion of genes outside our race. Mating within our race has become problematic." She looked at Wolf. "As wolves, we're rather randy, but nothing comes of it. We need the overwhelming drive of a true mating, love if you will, to trigger the enzymes from the were gland. But such intense love no longer happens between wolves. We've essentially become sterile." Gretchen gazed at the beautiful woman. "You think his desire for me will strengthen his sperm and maybe your already intense love for him will make you receptive." Nina simply said, "Yes." Seeing the need in Nina's eyes and the soft loving expression in Wolf's as they gazed at each other shifted Gretchen's mind. A deep love could be seen in Wolf's expression for his friend, but somehow he looked at Gretchen, at his mate, with a wonder and devotion and respect, a totality of love not given to Nina. Looking at his ruggedly handsome face and his infinitely deep eyes which stirred her to her core, and then at the beautiful and sexy Nina who excited her libido despite the terror she'd witnessed earlier, she decided her fate. "Change me," she murmured to her mate. It took a moment to register, but when it did, Wolf looked ecstatic. Lifting her from her seat with little effort, he hugged her tightly, almost too tightly, and kissed her hard, her feet dangling off the ground. "Oh, my love, you've made me the happiest werewolf in existence," he exclaimed. His arm sweeping underneath her legs, he began walking back to the bedroom. "Wolf," smiled Gretchen. "Wait." He stopped. She turned her head to meet Nina's unsure gaze. "Nina? Join us?" Nina seemed to shimmer when she smiled, rushing to her best friend's new mate and kissing her. They walked through the bedroom door, Nina closing it behind them. Perplexed expressions met. Stunned, Joseph and Karen couldn't move or speak. Lou and Reyna shared a worried glance. Finally Reyna asked, "How can we help you decide?" Glaring eyes met worried eyes and Joseph's expression softened, but his words held his suspicion, "You mean what can you say to convince us to become...?" "...monsters?" Lou completed. Both Joseph and Karen nodded. With a shake of his head, he told them, "We can't force you to be one of us. You have to want it wholeheartedly. What Reyna meant..." A Full Moon Phase Ch. 05 Reyna interrupted, "It's obviously the most important decision of your lives. You're both highly intelligent as well as passionate people. We can explore your choices both intellectually and passionately." "Okay," Karen swallowed nervously, "obviously the mating is significant. How come you chose us as mates? And why did I suddenly want to...fuck your brother more than I ever wanted to fuck anyone?" "I just make you horny?" asked Lou. "Extremely," Karen responded. "Are you in love with anyone?" Reyna asked. Karen glanced at Joseph, shying away when he met her eyes. Reyna sighed, "Oh." "What?" asked Joseph. "It seems you're already mated," Lou replied. "Explain mated, because I don't understand." "It's a soul mate, your true love, the person who makes you whole," Reyna told him. "Uhm, Reyna," said Joseph quietly, taking her hand in his and looking into her concerned eyes. Her eyes widened. He kissed her. Karen sobbed, "He...I never told him how I felt about him. He sees me as a friend." "Have you slept together?' Lou asked. Karen answered timidly. "Yes. Twice. Both times he was drunk and woke up feeling guilty. Both times I loved every minute of it. But...I was afraid I'd lose his friendship. I'd rather have that than nothing." Lou sighed. "You're a lovely woman, Karen, exotic and bright and talented. You'll find someone else who accepts your love and returns it." The two unmated beings looked at the intimate contact beside them. Karen nodded. "Fuck me at least?" she said to Lou. Lou grinned and took her hand and led her to another bedroom. His friend's departure barely registered in Joseph's mind, but it interrupted his stare into the blonde Amazon's hazel eyes because she watched them leave. "Why didn't you love her?" Reyna asked her mate while looking at their meshed fingers. "I never saw her that way," Joseph shrugged. "I never knew. She's always been a friend. I've always enjoyed her company. But I'm sort of glad I didn't know, because...the friendship would have suffered. She's just not my type. You are." "And you've had big blonde women as your girlfriends?" "No. And I've never been in love. Just parterned up, you know. I never knew what love would feel like really. Now I do." They shared an unrestrained smile. "But your brother...will this hurt him?" "No. The chemistry hasn't set yet. The bond is incomplete." "For us too?" Joseph asked. Reyna nodded. Joseph continued, "So if I were to choose not to...be like you, it wouldn't be painful?" Shaking her head sadly, she answered, "No, but...I...would very much like it if you stayed." Gently touching her cheek to guide her to face him, he smiled, "I think I'd very much like it too." He leaned forward and kissed her briefly but sweetly. "What about Wolf? If Gretchen hadn't agreed...?" "He would have been devastated. Wolf never allowed himself the vulnerability of true love until now. I don't think he would have recovered. He's our alpha, Joseph, our leader, but he wouldn't have been anymore. His strength would have been shaken to the core." "The greater the soul, the greater the fall." "Exactly." "I think you're pretty great." Reyna tittered at the compliment. "Thank you Joseph. But I'm from the last litter before the Holocaust, the youngest of the pack, so I haven't attained the great wisdom and strength yet of Wolf." "Speaking of strong, I have to confess that the notion of being invulnerable is an incredible temptation. I am proud of my agility whether as a martial artist or a stage fighter. Will I gain more?" "Follow me," Reyna smiled, standing and pulling him to his feet. As they passed the bedrooms, sounds of fucking, both vocal and the rhythmic whine of bed springs could be heard through the doors. Both Joseph and Reyna chuckled. "I look forward to making those sounds," said Joseph. "Me too." The hallway continued longer than Joseph anticipated. Obviously a tunnel, it veered to the right. After the cabin they had walked from, few doors appeared and they looked heavier than the bedroom doors, similar to the metal door leading into the factory where he had awakened. Finally they stopped in front of one of those heavy doors. "Open it," Reyna smiled. Joseph couldn't turn the knob. "It's locked," he responded, though he saw no key hole. "Let me show you," said Reyna. She pulled the knob out a couple centimeters and turned, opening the door. She immediately shut it. "You try." Trying several variations: a swift tug, a gentle pull, attempting to move the handle in various directions and finally pulling with all his might, his feet pressed to the door; Joseph couldn't make it budge. "Holy shit," he exclaimed. Reyna giggled. "I'm showing off, Joseph." Effortlessly she opened it again. "Being a werewolf makes you exceptionally strong. These doors have been made human proof." Inside, Joseph immediately noticed the floorboards, especially since he followed Reyna's lead removing his shoes. Where the rest of the underground space had cold hard stone beneath his feet, this was different. And they seemed to give as he tread. "They're on suspensions; heavy gage springs," Reyna explained. The reason became clear when a body impacted the floor loudly. "Fuck!" said the woman who looked like Reyna's older sister. Reyna chuckled, "Mom will never learn." "Mom?" Joseph thought, realizing the final proof of longevity. As Reyna's mother took her vanquisher's hand to stand, two other couples battled using what appeared to be jiu-jitsu except at a speed twice or more than Joseph had ever witnessed. They were nearly a blur, but Joseph could see the smoothness of motion and the precision. One couple worked more gently, testing holds but never fully engaged in fighting. Reyna distracted his observation. She stripped to panties. Her full breasts held their shape seeming to defy nature, but no plastic surgeon had changed them. Big boned, lean muscles rippled beneath a shallow layer of fat over a womanly skeleton as she padded to a closet and fetched a couple martial shirts and pants sets or gi, handing one set to Joseph. Broadness in her shoulders, butt and thighs seemed to accentuate her voluptuous shapeliness. The blonde Amazon's sexiness and beauty and sheer power took his breath away. "Uhm, Joseph?" she smirked. "You'll be more comfortable losing your pants and shirt." "You're stunning," he murmured, removing his shirt. Fingers stumbled at the button securing his pants. "Need help?" she whispered into his ear, a nipple sliding against his nipple. "Uhm, I'm..." "Ooh, you do need help," she rumbled deeply, sexily, kneeling at his feet and taking over the unbuttoning. Once accomplished, she unzipped him and her hand slid across his tumescence and his balls held uncomfortably in his too tight underpants. A pale pink tongue tip slid across her mouth. Her hazel eyes sparkled lustily as she gazed into his horny eyes before returning them to his groin. Her hand rose, gripping just below his turgid cock head, squeezing and pulling and her head lowered. The tongue tip glanced off the reddening tip of his cock emerging from his foreskin, peaking out from the elastic of his tighty whities. "Rey!" A loud voice ejaculated. Even with one word, it sounded Japanese, the low, masculine voice of a Shogun. "Do not disrespect the Dojo!" Immediately the shapely beauty bounced to her feet and pulled on her gi. Bowing and blushing, she pronounced crisply, "Hai Sensei." Not in the least gay, when the man approached Reyna and Joseph, the human couldn't help gasping. With chiseled oriental features on his oblong head, short spiky black hair, thick, perfectly sculpted chest exposed by a widely opened shirt, Joseph had never seen such a beautiful and handsome man. When the man chuckled and hugged Reyna and then kissed her forcefully, Joseph wanted to run away. He certainly was no match for her affections. "Sensei!" Reyna exclaimed when the kiss ended. "I wanted to taste you in full heat, Rey," Sensei exclaimed, his eyebrows twitching at Joseph. "Are you the man who fanned her flames?" he asked, lifting a hand to shake. Clumsily, Joseph removed his pants from his ankles, stood and shook Sensei's hand cringing at the contact but finding a firm but not threatening grip. "Joseph, Sensei." "She's a handful, Joseph. I envy you." "You two seem...intimate," said Joseph tentatively, putting on his gi. The full laughter felt like a burst of wind nearly toppling Joseph. "I have tasted the sweet nectar of this lovely chrysanthemum, but you are mated, yes?" "Sensei!" the big woman exclaimed looking remarkably cute in her blushing embarrassment. "Not such a delicate flower, hmm?" Sensei continued the tease. "But delicious, and I only hope you may invite me to taste her again." "Sensei! He doesn't know of our...ways yet. And...he's still deciding about mating with me." "Nonsense!" Sensei boomed. "He is already bound to your heart as you are to his. But young man, you must not consider me a rival. We werewolves are a randy bunch, and me more than most. When not mated, we enjoy the company of others rather...promiscuously." "But..." Joseph stuttered. "How..." Pain flashed in Sensei's eyes. "The woman who turned me, who loved me beyond reason, my precious Jackie, those fucking Nazis...and to think that idiot race of rising suns who conceived me and succored me ashamedly allied with those fuckers." "My mother and father..." Reyna began. "Fuck!" came from the floor of the Dojo after another loud fall. Sensei shook his head and he and Reyna chuckled. Reyna's mother's failure at winning cheered them up. "Such a big heart," said Sensei. "Such little talent," he sighed and walked away to Reyna's mother rising from the floor and the very tall blond man helping her rise. "Mother's identical to her sister," Reyna continued, adjusting Joseph's gi. "She and father kept Sensei from becoming feral. I had a huge crush on him growing up, and he's a lusty man..." "And beautiful," murmured Joseph. "I suppose. He's definitely a man's man. He took my virginity. He's an exceptional lover, coming from many years of practice." She giggled. "But you never saw him as a mate?" "Never. Joseph, like he said, we're a randy bunch. I've shared my bed with...many of the pack. But never..." she began to cry, hugging her hoped for mate. The heat of her emotional body and its thorough embrace and its odor and her hot breath on his neck and the beauty of her face and its soft vulnerability when he gently pulled it away from him and gazed at it cemented his decision. That is to say, he saw his true love and felt her and tasted her when he kissed her lips dewed and warmed by tears. "I want you," he stated softly. She smiled wholeheartedly. The smile delighted him. "But I have to confess it's selfish," he admitted. "I want to move like that, to be that strong, to be that quick and that efficient and that precise and that graceful. I'm using you." "It won't work unless you give yourself up to me completely," she told him, still smiling through her tears. "I can't really be selfish then." "Not at the moment I change you, no. But sharing our passion, our lives, our hearts, you can be selfish because you'll be happy. You'll be whole like you never have been. Me too. I'm selfish too. I want you as my sparring partner. I have much to teach you. And as my lover. We have much to learn to please each other." "A lifetime," Joseph smiled. "A really long lifetime," Reyna added. "Come. Show me what you got." "You're kidding, right?" "Nope. I can be slow and light." "You'll let me win?" "I want to know what you got," she reiterated. "Or you could challenge Mom. At least you'd have a chance." They chuckled. He showed her his moves. She let him take her down a couple times. Afterwards she introduced her mother and father and the two mated couples, one of whom blended the best of her mother's blonde features and her father's Asiatic ones. "My cousin Laika," said Reyna. Following the introductions, the other couple left and Reyna cuddled largely between the arms and legs of Joseph sitting on the floor facing Laika, a more petite woman, sitting within her mates legs and arms, his silver hair and rugged good looks reminding Joseph of Wolf, while Sensei continued working with Reyna's mother and father. "How did Sensei become part of the pack?' Joseph asked. Laika answered. "He was a member of a tour, a bit of exotica, a group of young Japanese martial artists showing off their art. Mom caught the tour in Berlin and caught Sensei's eye. They met and mated and he joined the pack." "When was this?" Joseph asked. "Turn of the century. There was a big cult thing for anything Japanese: art and the whole tea ceremony thing, you know. Geishas." Obviously a woman of few words, her mate even quieter, they said nothing for awhile. Finally Reyna asked her cousin, "You look so beautiful, Laika. You're radiant. Have you been blessed?" Laika's cute smile bloomed into a huge one when she nodded. Both women squealed in delight. In an instant, so quick Joseph barely saw it, the two cousins embraced. "I take it she's pregnant?' Joseph asked the quiet werewolf. The man nodded happily. "The first in awhile. I knew Sensei's bloodline would break through the drought." "Are you related to Wolf?" The man nodded. "I'm the youngest of the litter. Beta." "Second in command?" "More intelligence officer." "Quiet and stealthy." The man nodded and smiled. After a pause as the ladies continued whispering excitedly, Joseph asked the man, "I never got a chance to see Reyna really perform. How good is she?" "The best. She even throws Sensei." "Could I..." The man tapped Reyna's shoulder. "Joseph wants to see your skills." She turned to Joseph. "Don't be intimidated. You have the potential." Joseph nodded, "Thanks," and watched her stand and walk to Sensei and bow, greeted by Sensei's bow. Suddenly they moved faster than anyone Joseph had ever seen, a fast motion blur. Seconds later, Sensei lay on the floor. How he got there, Joseph couldn't tell. "Wow," he said. The battle continued with Reyna being thrown. The third time Sensei bounced hard. Standing, he bowed at the same time she did. She came to Joseph and offered her hand. He stood and embraced her and kissed her. "I am intimidated," he said. She chuckled. "And I'm horny." The door opened as they approached it. A well fucked, completely sated Karen gave her friend a soft smile. "I knew you'd be here," said Lou to his sister. "Did you two enjoy each other?" asked Reyna. They nodded and shrugged. "Let me introduce you," she told Karen. Being female, Sensei's power and charismatic beauty touched Karen much deeper than had her new male friend. It restarted the heat in her loins so recently put out by Lou's expert tongue and fingers and big beautiful cock. Not being mated allowed him to fuck her. Having not bathed after the fucking, she smelled of sex and sweat. And her redampening pussy added to the scent which greeted Sensei when he shook her hand. His sweat and his suddenly hard and oozing cock brought his scent to her. Their hands continued clasping as their senses became overwhelmed. "You're beautiful," Sensei told her. "You are too," she murmured. Leaning down a very few centimeters, Sensei being much shorter than the other male werewolves and a little shorter than many of the females, his soft, almost feminine lips met hers. The tentative first contact slowly escalated to lips sealed and tongues dancing together. Swimming in pheromones and hormones, lost in love and lust, they padded hand in hand to a door and disappeared through it. Not wanting to break the spell of the newly mated, the weres quietly celebrated. "Yay," said Reyna and her cousin. "I thought he lusted after big tall blondes," said Reyna's mother. Reyna looked at her Eurasian cousin and giggled. "Maybe it's incestuous." Laika frowned unconvincingly. "Oh yuck," she spouted and then giggled too. The happy surprise abating, lust returned to Reyna as she gazed at her new mate. Grabbing his hand she pulled him through the door. "Hurry," she moaned. The other couples soon followed with lusty speed. Lou watched them amused until he found himself alone in the dojo. Shrugging, he said to himself with a sigh, "Oh well. Better get to work," and walked through the doorway, closing it behind him and headed to his cabin to wash away the stickiness and sweat, mostly ignoring but somewhat enjoying the sounds of lovemaking in his sister's bedroom. Once dressed, he stepped outside and crossed through the tiny village hidden in the trees and entered the factory and nodded at the workers busy stuffing intestines with chopped up meat or chopping up the meat or packaging the sausages. Descending to the basement, he padded down the passageway to his office. His beautiful brunette secretary and fuck buddy, lean and buxom simultaneously, looked startled when he entered, the fax machine clacking loudly behind her. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked. "The mating didn't take," he shrugged. "Sorry," she grimaced. "But...look at this. Isn't this Gretchen's troupe?" She handed him the flyer. ============= "I want you to fuck her. If I can't fuck you yet, I want to see you perform," said Gretchen between mouthings of Nina's big, buoyant breasts and long nipples she had released immediately upon the voluptuous dirty blonde's entering of the bedroom and closing of the door. "You're absolutely sure?' asked Wolf, watching Nina's eyes dance in joy and pleasure, hearing his best friend moan from his mate's manipulations and words. "Yes, absolutely," Gretchen responded, undoing Nina's pants and sliding fingers through the panties and finding dampness and heat just past the pubic hairs. "Ooh," moaned Nina. She toppled to the bed, her ass suddenly naked as Gretchen pulled her panties down her long, supple legs and along with her pants, past her feet. "Mmm," she hummed when Gretchen knelt on the fabric of her clothing and licked up each inner thigh. "Oh god," she shrieked when Gretchen's lips latched onto her already rigid clit and squeezed and sucked. Dazed with lust, her eyelids heavy, Nina licked her lips and watched her lover undress. Reaching out to catch the waving hard on, she led it to her mouth. Her fist pulled back the foreskin and her tongue tip swirled around his glans. When her mouth captured his cockhead and she hummed, it was Wolf's moans echoing in the room. Filling her mouth with saliva, Nina bathed Wolf's glans in it and used it as lubricant for her fist stroking his shaft from ridge to base. Lips imprisoned the top part and her mouth sucked in as she pulled the tip as deep inside as she could tolerate before letting it exit. Again and again she sucked it in and let it slide out. Quicker and quicker it entered and exited. Channeling the exquisite pleasure that Gretchen's lips, tongue and fingers provided manipulating her clit and g-spot, it not only didn't distract from felatio, but added to its intensity. Only when Gretchen brought her to climax did she release Wolf's big cock from her lips as she trembled and stiffened and her heavy breathing caught and she squeaked cutely in her tightened state until her convulsive cunny eased from its heights and a woosh of breath escaped and she breathed in deep to replace her emptied lungs. However, Wolf continued feeling pleasure on his cock. Her hand held even tighter threatening to rip the stalk from its roots as she fisted him with exhilarating speed. "Okay, I'll fuck her," roared Wolf, his hand sliding in front of Gretchen's mouth which had separated from the highly sensitive clit. She watched his power as he grasped the voluptuous beauty, fingers digging into her cunt, lifting her there as Nina screamed in delight, dropping the woman on her back in the middle of the bed, grasping her meaty butt cheeks while Nina, legs lifted up and out, grasped his cock, leading it into the promised land of bliss. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 05 Instead of plummeting into her depths with one mighty thrust, Wolf eased slowly and relentlessly into the hungry maw. Both he and Nina moaned throughout the long descent. "Yes," she breathed in triumph when his pubic bone rubbed against hers. It continued rubbing as both of them played with klieg muscles to excite each other within her. Gretchen watched amazed as both sets of glutes squeezed and relaxed as if fucking, but the two remained still with only a subtle rubbing motion. She watched Nina's eyes widen and her lips tighten. When Nina grasped her distended nipple and squeezed, Gretchen's lips surrounded the other nipple. "Bite me," Nina moaned. "Harder! Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" Incredibly, Nina climaxed. Wolf began fucking her hard and fast, machine like. Nina crested over and over as her face and upper chest blushed crimson. Her deep breathing stilled several times, allowing her cute squeak out announcing her multitude of climaxes. Finally Wolf's thrusts became a blur, his pelvis strikes of Nina's groin nearly an impossibly steady sound. Nina writhed and trembled, reaching pure ecstasy, her eyes wider than ever, her face grimacing, hyperventilating at a speed nearly matching Wolf's incredible fuck. Then he stopped, pressed into her, lifting her hips, bending her spine, ejaculating with his entire body. She responded by reaching beyond her body's tolerance, shivering and too tight to even squeak, until she relaxed completely and became inert, a long, incredibly voluptuous, incredibly beautiful puddle of flesh. "Uhm, Wow," said Gretchen, shivering not in ecstasy, but in a complex anticipation, fearful and desirous and buzzing at her lowest chakra, needing her own release. Observing his mate's complicated reaction, he saw the fear but smelled the need. "I promise to be gentle," he told her. "At first," she swallowed. His gentle smile relaxed her. "Bring me that cute little pussy, my love," said Wolf, his voice low and sexy. She looked at the spread beauty, unconscious and smiling loosely. "Crawl on top of her. She won't mind." Nina awoke to the pretty panting face, big violet eyes wide and clouded with pleasure, hovering just over hers. "You're so...beautiful," murmured Gretchen, her words stumbling from the exquisite torture Wolf's lips, tongue and fingers performed on her vagina, not to mention his perfect squeezes and twists of her dangling nipples. Nina smiled. Her lean, lengthy, strong hand held Gretchen at the base of her skull and pulled Gretchen's face downwards until lips met lips. The hand remained, keeping their lips sealed as Gretchen's moans vibrated in her mouth. When Nina captured her other teat, the one Wolf wasn't fondling, and squeezed and twisted with a painful pressure, Gretchen struggled to free her mouth and breathe. Struggling became writhing. Writhing became shaking. Her body convulsed. Her scream became muted by the strong and scary and intoxicatingly beautiful dirty blonde's mouth. An evil smile became a startled expression when Nina at last released a panting Gretchen. "Oof," Nina exhaled feeling her pussy once again well filled by Wolf's big cock. "Turn around and shut her up with your pussy, Gretch," whispered Wolf, leaning over her. "Turnabout's fair play." Doing as suggested, Gretchen silenced Nina's moans, feeling them vibrate in her pussy and kissed her mate who lazily thrust in and out of Nina, balancing on his knees and holding Nina's butt effortlessly in position. Kisses moved downward on his manly body, pausing to play with his nipples before travelling again. After a lick at his navel, her tongue moved through his tangle of silver gray pubic hair. Leaning back a bit, he gave her head space to tongue Nina's clit. "Oh fuck," Nina responded, muffled by Gretchen's pussy. Nina returned the favor, lips grasping Gretchen's clit. "Ooh," moaned Gretchen. She traded swipes of Nina's clit with her tongue pressing against Wolf's cum soaked penis in its continuous motion. Where cunny lips held to Wolf's penis as it slid in and out, foam of lusty liquids, both Wolf's earlier ejaculate and Nina's fresh nectar oozed forth and became a heady beverage Gretchen lapped up eagerly. Clued in by the heaving moans and the desperate suckling of Gretchen's cunny lips, Gretchen concentrated on the rigid spike of naked flesh and its tiny hillock still hooded, rolling it, pressing it, sucking it, lapping it until she felt Nina's clit tremble and felt her own clit vibrate as Nina squeaked around it. Perhaps it was that muffled squeak or the powerful, impossibly fast thrusts Wolf suddenly shifted to, the brute power, the anticipation of feeling it inside her own body or the overall intensity of everything that caused Gretchen to tremble and climax at the same moment as Nina, though Wolf's speed fuck stretched Nina's much longer. The climax waning, Wolf eased out of the quieting pussy, gently lowering Nina's butt to the bed. Seeing his powerful, glistening weapon, Gretchen immediately wrapped it in lips, sucking it in and sending it in and out while her tongue swirled around his glans, luxuriating in the combined fluids of lust. After one last taste of Gretchen's sweet nectar, Nina slid from under her and joined her at her lover's cock. Her mouth took one heavy testicle inside, gently sucking, before moving to the other. She licked the underside of his cock at base to ridge, pressing against the buried tube there. Sucking her middle finger, she pushed it into his rectum, feeling for and finding his prostrate and rubbing it at the rate of Gretchen's blow job. Again bathing his balls, she bounced them with her fingers when her mouth returned to his shaft. "I'm...cumming!" Wolf shouted, his thrust pressing at Gretchen's throat's entrance until she backed off. Her hand and Nina's grasped his turgid pole, both rubbing it in counterpoint. She suckled one side of his glans, letting Nina suckle the other half until Wolf's cock expanded and contracted, pumping out a wicked shot of semen. She caught it and allowed Nina to catch the next. They traded off until Wolf's penis no longer jetted the thick white liquid, but oozed. Silent during the orgasm, Wolf moaned when Nina's tongue aggressively lapped up the last of it, his sensitivity becoming too much. Nina spared him further agony, releasing his cock from her mouth and hand and tackling Gretchen, kissing her, her tongue entering her lover's mate's open mouth, trading Wolf's cum until they swallowed the last of it and continued the kiss. Stroking her hair, Nina gazed down into her new lover's amazing eyes and murmured, "You're beautiful too, my love. Beautiful and powerful. You'll be a great wolf, a great alpha." She kissed her lovingly. "But...Wolf's the alpha." "As is his mate. Why do you think he chose so carefully?" "And you wanted that," said Gretchen. "You wanted to be queen." "I don't have your strength," Nina sighed, "or your command, or your wisdom." "Then what will you be to the pack?" "The alpha's mistress and his protector." "And mine," smiled Gretchen. "And our passion." "Yes yours, Gretchen, but no, not your passion. You have more passion than either of us put together. That's a lot of what makes you Wolf's mate. That's why I'm falling in love with you as well." ============ "Oh gods and goddesses, I knew you'd be a great fuck!" screamed Reyna as Joseph pounded into her anus from behind while penetrating her pussy with her vibrator, pressing it against her clit and while twisting her hanging teats with his fingers. Otherwise her wordless moans exhaled at each thrust, creeping higher in octave and decibels, lifting at the end of each moan cutely and sexily, told of the pleasure he gave her. Working to his third orgasm, the first happening embarrassingly in her fist seconds after they got naked and the second after giving him the best head of his life, he had the stamina to prolong the fuck. But he no longer held back when he felt the shocks of orgasm quiver over her body like rippling waves and vibrated in clutching and releasing spasms at the sphincter tight around his cock. Shutting his eyes he felt his cum like the sudden release of a backed up hydrant sending a spray out the hose that could knock a man off his feet, release from his almost painfully swollen balls and shoot out of his cock. "Fuck," they both agreed breathlessly. ============= "Take my ass at least, Sensei!" screamed Karen when oral and digital stimulation hadn't been enough. Chuckling within his heavy breathes, Sensei remarked, "A shy little pup on the outside, but a carnivorous bitch in chambers." "I want to be your bitch!" Karen mewled. "But if I have to wait, at least let me feel you deep. Now!" Lubricating his fingers with massage oil, he let Karen grab the squeeze bottle and pour the viscous liquid into a palm and make his thick but smallish penis slick with a tight, aggressive fist. His fingers, one then two then three, dilated her sphincter. Instantly finding her knees pressed to near her ears, she managed to place his glans at the small but readied opening and felt her sphincter stretched beyond reason. "Oh fuck!" she tensed. "Relax, my precious," he whispered, his fingers flicking her clit. His mouth dove for her tiny rosy nipple and chewed. Grunting, she felt the multiple attacks, pain and pleasure combining in breathtaking harmony, cause a throbbing tightness and looseness and his thick probe press in at the loose moment. Intense fullness, beyond anything she ever experienced, became a powerful expression of unity, a physical conjunction matching the psychological in immensity, swiftness and completeness. "Fill me! Take me! Fuck me! All the way...IN!" she screamed as he penetrated deep into her bowels. "So fucking full. Take me! Hard. I need...to feel...your power!" Words ended and grunts took over. Not ladylike, but he fed off her complete embrace of the moment, of him in her most intimate place and her responding uncensored, and built his thrusts to a frenzy while biting her nipples and strumming her clit. During the lengthy foreplay in which he coaxed two massive orgasms, he learned her build up and the moment of explosion. Though far less gentle, it only served to magnify the responses. She climbed and reached out and achieved the peak as he squeezed her clit and bit her nipple and shafted into her asshole like a steam hammer and she flailed and writhed and shivered and went still, her eyes wide as almond shaped saucers, dark coronas becoming black irises, and he met her there, filling her depths with seed and cream, pressing her shoulders into the bed. It was a silent moment, a breathless moment, several seconds of pure bliss beyond anything Karen ever experienced and for Sensei it had been many years since he reached such a peak. Finally loosening her muscles and becoming a beautiful bag of throbbing flesh, she caught her breath with deep inhalations, feeling the twitching of his last ejaculations within her rectum. "Thank you," she smiled using completely relaxed facial muscles, her eyes shiny with love, gazing at the most beautiful man she ever met who gazed at her with equal awe. A chuckle she could feel inside her made her sigh with pleasure. "You, my delightful vixen, deserve all the thanks," he told her. "I never thought..." suddenly his eyes showed pain. "What?" she asked, her fingers gently combing his short black hair, her heart hurting suddenly from his hurt. When his flaccid penis emerged from her anus wet with semen and dotted with fecal matter, she sighed briefly at the sudden emptiness inside, but ignored it. "What, my beautiful mate?" "I...should clean myself," he said, starting to retreat from her. Seeing this powerful man, this creature she had suddenly adored only an hour before looking vulnerable tore her heart. Lunging at him, she wrapped her body around his. She knew he could toss her off him without any real effort, but he let her twist him onto his back. Her legs straddled his hips. Her wet mons rested on his lower abdomen. Her hands used his thick shoulders to hold her face above his. "Tell me," she insisted. "Tell me everything." "You know I've been mated before," he began. "No," she laughed inappropriately. She couldn't help it. Too many strange and impossible things had happened not to. She explained the laugh. "How is it that I am inextricably attached to you, and I know absolutely nothing about you?" His returned smile gave her joy. "We're peculiar that way, our race." "What? Japanese?" He chuckled again. "You know what race." "Yes. And I knew you were mated. Laika's your daughter." "You heard the introductions?" "Barely," she answered and shared a chuckle. They briefly kissed. "The weres can find a second mate?" "Not often," he sighed. "But these are desperate times, fragile times, emotional times. We need fresh blood, fresh genes to sustain us, so we've opened ourselves to any chance of finding mates from the humans. And you, my lovely Karen, have the strongest genes." "Ah, so you love me for my Mongol and Slavic mixed blood." "No, sweet Karen. It can never be as clinical as that. Or maybe it can, but not entirely. You see, I responded to your odor as you did mine." "Like a dog smelling a bitch in heat?" she scowled. "We are half canine," he nodded. "But the human half makes it much more complex." "So we responded to...our character?" "Exactly." "Do we smell shy or clever or empathetic?" "No. The odor combines with the rest of our senses to cement a mate." Karen nodded. "That's why Lou only made me horny. Our characters didn't mesh." "Very good, my smart little bitch." "But...we don't know each other." "Ah, but there's where we do mesh. You can smell a rat or embrace a comrade with the minutest of information. I share that ability. For you it's what makes you valuable to the safety of your friends, of the troupe. For me, it's what makes me a skilled fighter and a gifted sensei." "I just thought you were...beautiful." "And I thought the same of you." "But I'm not. I'm chunky and kind of plain. Men don't look at me like they do...Gretchen or Nina or extraordinary or interesting women." "Men don't because they see the surface. I saw you and everything about you made me want you: your exotic beauty; your brilliance; your sensitivity; your uniqueness. And of course your scent made me tingle." "And made you hard?" she snickered, reaching down and pulling gently on his flaccid penis. "That's a rather messy organ, my vixen." "We'll shower," she said, still holding his dirtied flesh. "But first, tell me about your great love." "Karen, I..." "She was your life, right? I understand because I feel the power of this mating thing. I can't imagine you not being in my life and...well...we're nearly strangers. To have a mate for...how long?" "Over thirty years." "Wow. How did you survive her death? Never mind. I mean, first tell me about her and how you met." "Come rest on my shoulder, Karen. It's a long story. And I want yours as well." "But I want to...I love looking at you." He chuckled, "And I you. But this is about verbal communication. The more we hear each other's voices, the stronger our connection. We need to strengthen it to make you the most receptive." "Am I just here to make were babies?" "No, but it's perhaps the most important thing. Don't worry. Gestation is much less of a trial than for humans. And birthing is nearly painless." Relaxed and snuggled up on his broad shoulder and massive pecs, she admitted, "I do want babies." "I know," he responded, petting her soft dark hair. She chuckled, "Perhaps you don't need to hear about my life. Perhaps you know everything already." "Details, my dear," he smiled and felt her nod against his chest. "Speaking of which..." He sighed. "I met Vickie when my fellow troupe of martial artists and I performed in Berlin." "Vickie the Vixen," Karen chuckled. "Yes," Sensei smiled sadly. "She was a gloriously mischievous little cur. Not so little actually." "Big boned like me?" "Unh-hunh. Her sister looks a lot like her as does my niece, Reyna." He felt her nod again. "Perhaps the strangeness of us, the exact opposite features made us interesting to us. Me a slight man, though strong I had lean muscles..." "These aren't lean," she commented, rubbing his thick pecs. "The wolf transformed my human body," Sensei shrugged. "It worried me, but I found I still had grace. Anyway, this Aryan goddess, voluptuous and gorgeous and as blonde as I'm dark haired and with a presence that positively glowed riveted my eyes to her. She was like a beacon in the darkness of the audience. At first distracted, I proved clumsy, but I recovered and convinced myself to show off to this exceptional woman who had caught my eye and never released it. I never performed better after that. Well at least not until I became a wolf. "After the show, she found me backstage. Miscegenation was a concern, so both our security agent and the police guard provided by the performance hall kept the Japanese and the Germans at a nominal distance. Of course it was the Geisha dancers they were most concerned with. But I managed to shake her hand, still clumsy and electrified by her presence, and suddenly I felt her in my arms. I don't even remember how she got there. I smelled her perfume and it sent shocks throughout my body, especially..." "I can guess," Karen smirked, pulling at his hardening shaft. "Anyway," he moaned, "she whispered, 'Do you feel it?' My English was rudimentary to say the least, but I understood her words and what they meant. I whispered, 'Yes.' 'Do you want me?' she asked. 'Yes,' I breathed. "We made quite a scene," Sensei chuckled. "She pulled me nearly off my feet with a power I never felt before by any man let alone a woman. I scrambled behind her through the throngs of people greeting us exotic Asians somehow threading the crowd without sending anyone to the ground. Outside, she tossed me literally into a hansom cab, the door having flung open a moment before, my head ending up in the lap of another beautiful woman." "Her sister?" "No. The alpha female, Wolf's mother. She had Wolf's gray hair, incongruously framing her youthful, delicate features. Wolf got his father's nose and chin and his mother's hair and eyes. The alpha smiled at me despite my head resting in his mate's lap. The smile helped alleviate his fearsome face, wide and heavy, with an impressive proboscis. The cab bounced down the street swiftly as I raised myself from the Alpha bitch's lap only to find myself embracing and kissing the woman who had literally swept my off my feet. A swift turn had me leaning against the alpha bitch, but it was like leaning against a wall. "After slowing and progressing through the Berlin streets, we stopped at an elegant hotel, appropriate to the elegant attire of the alphas and Vickie. When the alphas exited, Vickie held me back. The cab lurched forward again. And it began a long journey I barely noticed as Vickie and I made love. "I wasn't a virgin, but Vickie taught me remarkable things in that cab, nearly everything that can be done without fucking. Between making love, we talked, her naked and me draped in a coat to keep out the chill. Except for her taut nipples, the cold didn't seem to bother her at all. It's that fact that ended up bringing forth her confession." "You believed her?" asked Karen. "She convinced me." "Did she...transform?" "No. I think that would have soured our relationship." The lovers laughed. "No, she...cut herself and I watched her heal instantaneously. And we got out of the cab in the middle of nowhere and she demonstrated her strength by flinging me in the air and her speed by catching me. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 05 "Of course it frightened me, but I felt this...love for her. I had met her that evening and already I couldn't imagine living without her. She was the most delightful, beautiful, fascinating woman I ever met. I wondered why she wanted me. She told me, 'I think you're beautiful, the most beautiful man I ever met.'" "I feel the same," Karen smiled, lifting her head and gazing at his face and kissing him lightly. "Why not handsome?" Sensei asked with mock sourness. "Of course you're that too. That's a manly thing, and believe me, you're more manly than I ever experienced." Sensei chuckled. "She said nearly the exact same thing." "You're not modest, are you?" "No. Does that bother you?" "The opposite actually. It turns me on, but you knew that. She wasn't timid like me though." "You're right. In fact that was the last hurtle for our mating." "What do you mean?" "I grew up in Japan where the women adorned themselves in timidity to seduce men. Of course afterwards they ended up dominating them, subtly of course." They laughed. He continued, "But her strong, almost masculine character ended up being what thrilled me about her the most. She challenged me and that excited me." "But Sensei, I'm not..." He looked at her sternly. "You are, my love. You're strong enough to defy a government and passionate enough to pursue your heart. We'll have some loud and boisterous and contentious arguments that will result in the most fantastic make up sex. I look forward to it." "But I never had such a relationship with a man." "What kind of relationships have you had?" "Short and...desperate?" "I'm yours just like you're mine. You never had that before. You couldn't be willful because it risked the loss of your lover." "And that alone," Karen realized, "that fear probably made it happen all the sooner. You are a wise one, Sensei." "You're young. You'll be as wise as me." "Ever humble," Karen chuckled, hugging his broad chest. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 06 Chapter 6 Meeting in a Were Bunker "What does it mean?" asked Trixie about the flyer for the Courage Players performing The Merchant of Venice in a nearby Black Forest town, Her question went out through the speaker phone to the speaker phone listened to by her comrades in the werewolves' sausage factory building. Still flushed from an orgy that morning wherein she awoke tied to Kat's bed using silk scarves at her wrists and ankles, tortured exquisitely by Kat's long tongue and sharp fingernails and teeth and fucked mercilessly by Jag and Leo using both holes at the base of her torso simultaneously while feasting on Kat's delicious cunt, even the shock of the flier didn't cut through her dazed consciousness. "It must be Foxx," Kat growled. "Who?" asked Trixie. Wolf answered from the other side of the wire. "My boss. The Colonel. Seems like he's finally ready to pounce." "It's my fucking play," Gretchen roared bitterly. "Mine and Karl's. We wrote it as mock propaganda. They're going to make it real propaganda." Being extremely nervous, Michael turned on his usual defensive sassy and cynical sarcasm, "I thought hounds chased foxes." "I'm sure the Colonel hopes so," Kat responded, "to set a trap." "But who are the Courage Players?" asked Gretchen tightly. "It must be Kurt and the other fucking traitors." "We'll know soon," Wolf told her. "They'll be rehearsing and performing on home turf." "We're supposedly the traitors," Karen reminded her. "Are there wolves in Nachtstadt?" asked Joseph. "Well hidden," Nina nodded. "And cats," said Kat. "The two races often meet there in friendly rivalry." "This Foxx, he knows about you?" asked Trixie. "I should have killed him," Wolf grumbled. "I would have if..." "Wolf!" Kat shouted through the phone line. "Your mother took the bullet meant for you because losing you after losing her husband would have turned her feral instantly. Her beloved and her favorite son, the future alpha, she had nothing left." "But we could have...You fucking dragged me away!" "To fight another day, Wolf," Kat reminded him. "Which we did. We killed all of those motherfucking SS were hunters!" "Except Foxx," Wolf muttered. "I don't understand," said Gretchen. "You worked under the man you nearly killed? And he knows what you are?" "I only met him once," Wolf explained. "Maria acts as liaison. When we met, I recognized him and I could smell him. His blood was tainted by my saliva. Not enough to change him. It takes much more than spit to change a man completely. But he gained...sensitivity. He smelled me, my wolf essence. And my hair...He knew." "But...you worked for him." "I...had to be near him, to learn his moves so to speak. It was a game between us. He used my skills and I kept close. Kat too." "I fixed his fucking torture victims," Kat spat. "And I...fucked him when I was young and desirable." "You're still desirable," Trixie remarked. "I aged appropriately," Kat shrugged. "Put on latex. Looked fatter and uglier. To him I'm a sixty year old fat hag. But I helped with the research." "Research?" asked Joseph. "His private lab studying what makes us change," Kat explained. "It's a forensic lab, but he conspired with the head scientist as fascinated with the subject as him." "So you fouled up the research?" asked Trixie. "Didn't have to. Immortals made us. A test tube won't give him our essence. It won't make him one of us. He's a damaged man and not just his sadistic mind. He wanted to get healed of the lingering wounds Wolf gave him forty years before, scars that still make it painful to walk and remind him of the attack every time he looks in the mirror and sees the mark that turned his perfect Aryan face into a face only a whore could be paid to be attracted to." "And you," Trixie reminded her. "I guess I'm more like you than you thought, hunh Mistress Bea?" "You dominated him?" "No. He's strictly a sadist," Kat shook her head sadly. "He enjoyed giving me pain. Luckily I recover rather quickly. And no, sweetheart, I didn't enjoy it. I'm a cat. I only enjoy torturing my prey." "I liked it better than I thought I would," said Trixie. "A lot better. But..." "Like I said, I heal quickly," Kat smiled wickedly. "But you won't enjoy it." "I will because I enjoy giving you pleasure, my love." They kissed passionately causing Michael discomfort again. It wasn't the beauty of the two beautiful women making love. That he found pleasing aesthetically. It was the odor wafting from their liquefying pussies. He found it unpleasant, repellant. During the earlier orgy, that fact cemented his fate. Of the five ex-troupe members, he would be the only one not accepting the change. He could never lose himself enough in the mating to allow his body's enzymes to make it ready for change. If the transformational mating didn't kill him through loss of blood, the pain would definitely become too much to handle. That fact made him sad. It also scared him. He saw the cage the bed had become to protect Trixie the evening before. And he saw the leers of these werecats when they edged towards their feline selves. The fear made him irrational. It made him want to escape even though a rational mind would reason that being in the middle of nowhere, a nowhere surrounded by man eating beasts, resembled being on an island surrounded by shark infested water. To escape meant nearly certain death. In contrast, having found themselves in essentially a locked cage when they awoke the night before made Joseph and Karen curious rather than fearful over the weres' man eating nature. In the morning they had been released and left to their own devices while being introduced to a dozen strangers, two of whom glommed onto them and essentially seduced them. Even though the siblings had been beside them nearly the whole time, occasionally when some business had the two werewolves leave, the two humans found themselves free to escape if they wanted. "We were locked in to protect us last night, weren't we?" Karen finally asked. Nina smiled at the human and nodded. "From me in a way. Though the moon hadn't reached fullness, the females in heat tend to feel the pull a night early." "So...you might have eaten us?" asked Karen, gulping. "Yes," Nina shrugged sadly. "Nothing personal. It's just that human flesh happens to be the most tender and delectable. We resist it, but the desire can become...overwhelming." "So when you threatened...to eat me," Gretchen realized, "you weren't just being malicious and cruel." "I wouldn't have let her touch you," growled Wolf staring daggers at his best friend. Gretchen rubbing the small healed wound on her cheek made Wolf cringe. "I'm sorry, Gretch." He stroked it gently. "I didn't realize her jealous rage would transform her so quickly. In fact the jealousy surprised the shit out of me." Two sets of eyes met, eyes of his two lovers. Their mouths curved upward wryly. "Males!" they both muttered, and they giggled. "But," Karen continued her logical thought, "if you crave human flesh, what exactly are you using for meat for your sausages?" She and the other humans had seen the factory fully operational when they passed through it to enter the downstairs sanctum where they now occupied the communication/meeting room. Chuckling, Lou answered, "Though occasional human flesh gets churned up with the rest of the meat, it's wild boar mostly." "Occasional human meat?" Karen quivered. "Not that you'd notice. It's pretty rare that an unfortunate human falls prey to us. People living around here learn to secure themselves inside during full moons." "But...human's can be cruel with their justice around here," Wolf added. "Premeditated murder of course, but even rape finds the local citizenry leaving the criminal out in the forest to become a feast for weres." "What about some poor camper unaware of the danger?" asked Joseph. "The villagers warn them," Reyna explained. "Either directly or with signs." "How do they warn them?" asked Karen. "Rabid wolves," Lou replied with a chuckle. "Not so far off," mumbled Michael through the phone line. Most of the weres bristled, but Kat chuckled. "In a way he's right. We're not foaming at the mouth or anything, but to humans we are sort of diseased, genetically perhaps or infected by our mate." "More an inoculation," Leo differed. "A bacterium that improves our resistance, makes us infinitely stronger. Certainly not lethal like rabies." "Except for your victims," Michael pointed out. The werecats glanced at each other sadly and shook their heads. Ever curious, Karen continued her line of questioning. "So there are enough wild boars in the forest to supply a factory?" "They're domesticated," Lou answered. "We give them free reign because it's more sporting. Shooting fish in a barrel certainly wouldn't be much fun. But we control their mating and raise the offspring to assure their maturation just like any livestock ranch. A few we completely domesticate to use as truffle hunters." "Being strong has its advantages," Reyna added. "No human could reign in wild boars. They're wonderfully pigheaded and powerful." "On transformation nights we attack them, eat some of their flesh. The next day we pick up the carcasses and turn the remaining meat into sausages." "Aren't they tainted?" asked Gretchen. Smiling at his smart mate, Wolf informed her and her friends, "It's an attraction. Some imbibers of our product claim to feel a jolt of euphoria. Some even claim it to be an aphrodisiac. We encourage these notions of course, and it allows us to sell our product at a higher price. The fact that it's delicious doesn't hurt." "These effects," asked Gretchen tentatively, "are they real?" "We are a randy race," Kat answered with a laugh joined by the weres both at her house and at the wolves' factory. ========== Claiming a need to use the toilet, Michael separated from the werecats and snuck out of the house. After forty-five minutes and not smelling human feces or hearing the shower running, Leo investigated and found the bathroom empty. Further investigation found Michael's coat gone. The garage hidden under the house, big enough for four cars, still had the four cars in it, though the door of one had been flung open. The garage door had been left open as well and outside they found tracks in the snow. Leo noticed the wide distance between footprints. "He looks quite healthy," Leo inquired. "How long do you think he can keep running?" "He's a vain man," Trixie sighed. "He jogs most mornings for several miles." "Shit!" Jag exhaled sharply. "If he reaches the road...?" Trixie asked. "Not much traffic this early," Kat responded. "Not much," said Trixie, "but not none." Seconds later she and Kat backed away from the driveway to let Leo and Jag drive past in the ambulance. A couple minutes later the ambulance returned, driving in reverse. Jag bounced out of the driver's side. "He headed into the woods," he sighed. "Leo's following his tracks." "Gods and goddesses," Kat cursed looking up at the late afternoon sun encroaching the horizon as it filtered though the canopy of tall trees, the air crisp and cold, the sky nearly cloudless. "We haven't got time for this. If Leo doesn't get back, he'll miss the meeting." Obviously aware of this, Leo soon emerged from the line of trees surrounding the house. Stopping beside them, he leaned down, panting, hands on knees. Kat chuckled. "A human in better shape than you my lazy friend?" "I...ran...fast," Leo breathed. Finally catching his breath, he stood. "He's headed the wrong direction to catch the road. I followed his tracks to a creek. They disappeared. I figure he'll follow it until it reaches a river or some bigger mass of water." "And does it?' asked Kat. "I think so. A small lake. Won't be anyone there. A couple summer cabins if I remember right." "Well, maybe he'll have shelter at least," said Jag. Everyone nodded. "Put the ambulance away," Kat commanded. "If Foxx is nearby, we won't want him seeing that. We'll take the van." Nodding, everyone returned inside the warmer house, put on coats, got in the VW van, Jag driving, and headed out to the meeting. After passing through the small, quaint town of Nachtstadt surrounding the road and travelling another five kilometers, they took a left through the bank of snow that lined the road into what Trixie thought was a thick grouping of trees. She braced for impact when they stopped and waved at a pair of thickly muscled brown haired men emerging from the trees with shovels. They waved back and shoveled snow over the track the van had made. A narrow path just wide enough for the van seemed to appear out of nowhere. They followed it through the trees. Emerging into a clearing, the road seemed to disappear, but the van kept driving. Suddenly they descended into the earth and entered a garage with several cars and small trucks parked. "We built the bunker during the war," Kat explained. "It remained the home of wolves and cats until we could safely return and rebuild, or in our case," she smiled at Leo, "build a really cool house. Now it's our main meeting place. It still gives me the creeps." "I bet," said Trixie, making Kat chuckle, albeit tightly. Following the werecats, Trixie entered though two sets of heavy swinging doors and into a large darkly lit room with several pews occupied by an assortment of men and women, mostly looking to be in their twenties or thirties and all looking strongly built and handsome or beautiful. Across the room and in front of the stage, she saw Wolf busy chatting with a beautiful dark haired woman, male and female blondes and a silver gray man looking very much like him. She figured it was his brother. She looked for Gretchen and found her in a place that surprised the shit out of her. Right beside her. Embracing her side. She turned and embraced her fully. "How are you?" she breathed after ending a passionate kiss, not so much a lover's kiss but a kiss of deep friendship and relief. "I'm good, Trix. You?" "Very good," she replied, receiving another kiss, this time from Kat. "I need to head up front," Kat told her. "Just find a seat whenever you're ready." "See you," said Trixie. After another brief kiss, Kat smiled at Gretchen. "So you agreed. That's awesome," and she immediately walked towards the stage. Gretchen shook her head and smiled in wonder at the weirdness she now occupied. She knew exactly what Kat meant. Then she frowned, noticing an absence. "Where's Michael?" "He fucking ran away," Trixie sighed. "What? Why?" "He's...too gay, Gretchen. He can't mate and change. I think he doesn't believe he'll be safe. He thinks...they'll eat him." "Wolf's village has protective cells," said Gretchen, confused. "Yeah. Kat's house does too. You should see her bed when it's protected. It's really...wild." "Uhm...Michael?" Grumbling, Trixie forgot her brief horny recollection. "Fucking faggot." "Trixie!" "I'm sorry. It's just...He could have...Why didn't he...Fuck! I mean, it's really fucking weird and scary and everything, but kind of...amazingly great. And him running away like a fucking scared rabbit just soured everything. Even he got the best sex of his life with Kat's brother and best friend, two hunks fucking him silly. He could have had more and then they would have let him escape to the West! What was he thinking?" "He was too scared to think, Trixie," said Gretchen, pulling her friend's head down and kissing salty tears oozing from her eyes. "Yeah," Trixie sniffled. Exchanging introductions with Reyna and Sensei, Trixie noticed the intimate closeness of her friends. "Mated, hunh?" she smiled, studying Reyna especially and noting her tall luxurious body similar to her own. Reyna noticed it too. Only the hair color differed, a stark contrast between Trixie's midnight black and Reyna's pale wheat blonde. In truth it didn't differ at the roots: Trixie's profession and her punk rock attitude led to her dying her golden locks black. Shaving her pubic hair kept the truth hid. Both Amazons glared at Joseph. "I see where you got your model for body type," Reyna sniped at him. "Is that why I found myself talking to the top of your head?" Trixie added. "And I thought you were the shy type." Joseph blushed and sought refuge in the friendly eyes of Karen, but she smiled wryly and tucked herself in closer to her beautiful Japanese lover. Sighing, he confessed, "Yes, Trix, I had a major crush on you, but to tell you the truth, you scare the shit out of me." His friends, old and new, laughed with abandon. Joseph adding his laughter escalated theirs. Weres surrounding them couldn't help but notice, and the comfort between these humans and their kind pleased most of them enormously. Big smiles on remarkably handsome and beautiful faces, faces on beings the humans knew would become wolves and big cats that very night, and Gretchen had witnessed them at their most ferocious, their smiles felt calming and embracing to Gretchen and her fellow actors. She noticed an occasional glance that tightened her again, glances of fierce hatred. "We best be seated," Sensei suggested when they finally calmed down. Noticing the quieted conversations and the soft thuds of butts meeting seats as the pews filled with weres, Gretchen nodded and followed her friends to the front pew left open for them. No way to hide in the back seats. She calmed when Wolf standing front and center on the raised dais smiled down at her. Even Kat standing beside him so close their sides touched didn't dampen Gretchen's smile, especially with Kat's sweet face and those gloriously sparkling golden eyes. All it took to quiet the murmuring conversations of the audience was a simple, conversational, "Okay," from Wolf. He'd informed Gretchen of the sensitivity of weres' ears, and sitting up front she realized had been a good choice. "Good news and bad news," Wolf began. "The gods have at last relaxed their spell of infertility brought on by the Nazi scourge. Laika? Could you stand?" In full blush, the exotic beauty stood a few pews back from the humans. Wolf explained, "It seems we still need a tinge of human blood to procreate successfully at least for now, but our darling Laika has been knocked up by my little brother." His brother sitting behind him as his beta also blushed. Applause and catcalls and wolf whistles shook the underground room. It shifted to quiet laughter and went silent. "With that in mind," Wolf continued, "we have found humans as mates and their seed or their wombs should begin a road to recovery for our races. Gretchen, my love, could you and Joseph and Karen and Beatrix please stand and let my friends get a look at our future?" Nervous, they stood and turned and caught a complexity of emotions on the were audience's faces: happiness, curiosity, relief, and frightening contempt. The humans shared their concerns briefly before turning and sitting. Wolf caught the fear in Gretchen's eyes and mouthed, "We'll talk." Gretchen nodded and took in a deep breath to calm herself. Wolf silenced the murmurs. "Okay. Now some might consider this good news and others bad, but both Kat and I have decided to return to take our place as leaders of our clans. I know things have gone relatively well without our direct presence, and we have been guiding things as best we can from Berlin, but it's time to stop coasting along with our various enterprises and slowly dissipating our unity. We need to tighten up the reins and move strongly into the future and revitalize our existence and grow as a people." "We don't need you here city boy!" yelled a tall brown haired man standing suddenly, his face bearded in a way that looked as wolf like as a man could look. Despite expensive tailoring his business suit pulled taut at his big proud chest. "You and your cathouse whore both! You leave us for years and come back with some scrawny humans to mess up our blood. One's not much bigger than a fucking midget!" A Full Moon Phase Ch. 06 Wolf sighed, but Kat growled. He glanced at her and saw her fangs form. "Calm down," he whispered. "If Jack's challenging me, we'll deal with it afterwards." "You heard what he called me," Kat seethed. "He's challenging me!" "Look at those pathetic humans," Jack continued. "Not only a fucking midget, but a real whore, not just a fucking slut like Kat. A fucking dominatrix. She's going to reinvigorate our bloodlines? Who'd want her? You're corrupted, Wolf, and so is Kat, the fucking carpet muncher. She's probably mating with the fucking streetwalker." "How do you know that?" roared Wolf. "Look at her," Jack yelled, but unsteadily. "She reeks of one mark cunt!" "Stand up, Beatrix," Wolf commanded quietly. Trixie, wearing minimal make up and dressed in shirt and slacks borrowed from Kat and her own black leather jacket, stood and turned and glared at Jack,. "How can you tell?" asked Wolf. After Jack remained silent, Wolf yelled, "Who told you?" Wolf saw the glance down and to his right as Jack looked at the black haired man in an impeccable black suit, a black cane with a silver cat head grip held tightly in his right hand as it rested between his legs. Gazing at the uncommunicative smirk of the man, Wolf repeated, quieter but angrier, "Who told you?" Less than a second later, a transformed Kat had Jack's throat in her maw and a transformed Nina held the elegant black haired man's arm in hers, preventing the cane from striking her friend. "Stop! Change back!" Wolf roared. The cat and the wolf became women again, moving slowly from their targets, leaving them unharmed. Nina tousled the black haired man's perfect coif and kissed his high forehead. "Slimeball," she growled before following Kat out of the pew and into the aisle. Nina returned to her seat beside Gretchen, seeing the adrenalin charged lust in her new lover's eyes and returning it in kind. "Did that make you hot my little fireplug," she whispered and gently bit Gretchen's ear. Gretchen trembled and nodded. "Me too." Nina breathed hotly. Kat stood beside Wolf, glaring at her fellow werecat. "Pan? Jack?" she seethed, "Are you challenging us?" Jack nodded angrily. Pan smirked as he nodded, caressing his cathead. "Fucking wanker," Kat commented quietly to Wolf. Wolf agreed with a nod and his own smirk. "Fine," said Wolf. "We meet outside after we're done here. But let me answer your question, Jack. These humans are as brave as they come, resilient and unflappable, challenging the regime that continues the tyranny of the Nazis. Once mated and transformed, they will make formidable weres." Kat nodded. "Kat?" "Getting back on topic," Kat began, "we believe the gods bringing fertility to Laika and these humans to us foretell a new chapter in our clans. The remnants of the holocaust are finally dissolving. Unfortunately it appears to be not a dwindling away but a final explosion that will at last rid us of the Nazis. In a word, Foxx." She glared at Pan, then nodded at three weres standing at the edge of the stage. They began handing sheets of paper to each row. "Please take one sheet and hand the rest to your neighbor. For the past thirty years, Colonel Foxx of the Stasi has continued to research...us. His mission is two fold: to finish what he and his fellow SS started during the Nazi regime, i.e. our extermination; and he continues looking for ways to use our transformative abilities for his own benefit. If you look at the back of the flier, you'll see his scarred face. Wolf scarred him during the war, and his face took the least of it. He wants to use us to rejuvenate his body. So far, as we all know, such an endeavor has failure inherent in it. But it has been our mission, Wolf's and mine, to keep an eye on him and his research. We think he has come upon a solution. The only way he can secure the enzyme in its useful state is to extract it at the very moment of transformation. And during the mating and transforming of humans to weres, the enzyme is at its most potent and sustains the potency for its longest duration. Therefore we believe he plans a trap. "The flier advertises a performance of the Courage Players, the group from which our humans once participated and in fact the so called midget, Gretchen, Wolf's mate once led. That they're performing in Nachtstadt has nothing to do with coincidence, nor that they're rehearsing here. Old friends, intimate friends, suddenly working the opposite side of the political fence demand confrontation whether to convince the turncoats to abandon their propaganda or convince the rebels to abandon their ideals. Thus the trap. "It's a bit of the spy game, this, with intelligence and counterintelligence and agents and double agents and players on both sides of the game corrupting pawns with money or other things to gain victory," she glared at Pan before continuing. "It has been a thirty year long game moving slowly, but its penultimate moment will be swift and dangerous. Like a chess game, the moves need to be anticipated to attain victory. The victor, the better of the chess masters, must be the most clairvoyant. We believe we have the edge because the other side lacks vision of the whole board of play. And hubris, Foxx's infatuation with his own cleverness and omnipotence, will cause his defeat and destruction. It will blind him to the pawns surrounding him, closing in on him and eventually destroying him. "Jack, you asked why we abandoned the clans for years to live amongst the humans in Berlin, and why we have returned to take our rightful place as leaders. The gods demanded it of us. The last threat to our existence needed to be hunted down and destroyed. We're a patient race, and, what with Foxx's clever manipulations and lies bringing him into a place of power seemingly untouchable, the final elimination of the Nazi threat to our existence forced us to live amongst the humans for so many years and to finally return home at this moment of eradication of the Nazi vermin, their final extinction." Jack began to stand, but Pan held him back and stood himself. "Yes Pansy?" Kat smirked at her cousin, knowing it made him cringe when anyone called him that. "You plan to eliminate a Stasi colonel?" Pan said quietly, barely loud enough to be heard even by were ears. "Do you not think that might bring unwanted notice on us?" "And befriending our enemy," Kat smirked, "do you not think that is traitorous?" "What enemy? We must live in accord with the state or be threatened as the Nazis threatened us. Having the Stasi on our side can only strengthen our existence in this regime." His smarmy smile made Kat's stomach turn. "So he has made good his promise to broaden distribution of our various enterprises?" Kat inquired. "Yes," the werecat replied smugly. "And like all humans, he did so for his own benefit. He has gotten his cut. It is a win win situation. Yes, he's an arrogant cur, but a Nazi?" "I tasted his SS blood, you fool," shouted Wolf. "Did you not smell his taint?" "I..." Pan stuttered. "I have never met the man face to face." "Fool," growled Wolf. "Then you never witnessed his lying face!" "You're the fool," Pan grumbled. "You both are. Your paranoia threatens our clans. Killing a Stasi colonel can only lead to more bloodshed and further threats to our existence. You lead us to certain death." Kat smiled. "We do not intend killing your precious colonel. We're simply insuring his madness becomes noticeable to his superiors. Unfortunately your little liaisons with the madman will suffer. But hey, the distribution's in place already, so no big deal. Unless of course there's more to it. Perhaps other liaisons with a delicious blonde?" Wolf looked as surprised as Pan and Jack. He whispered into Kat's ear, "Maria?" She whispered back, "I'm just guessing. My cousin's as much a sensualist as I am. And Foxx has his stable of courtesans. Perhaps not your precious Maria." The two alphas chuckled. Kat often teased him about his comrade in arms and the fact she was the best fuck he ever experienced. They both knew that if Maria had been a tool of negotiation, both Pan and Jack would have found her most convincing. "This is all nonsense soon to be resolved when I defeat you Kat and become alpha," said Pan, finding his smugness and sitting down. The groans in the audience told of his lack of popularity. Kat's wry smile and chuckle shared by Wolf quieted the groans. Their confidence made most weres confidant. The few who sided with Pan and Jack, concerned for their welfare threatened by their citified alphas, worried the alphas hadn't been weakened by the corrupt and softening influence of life in Berlin and worst of all bringing humans into their midst to become mates. They would be right about their alphas' abilities. Kat and Wolf continued training to be preeminent fighters by fighting each other at least once a week. Among those heartened by Wolf's and Kat's apparent confidence were Trixie and Gretchen. Nina confirmed their hopes, whispering so they both could hear, "Those two fools haven't got a chance against my best friends." "Uhm...How friendly are you and Kat?" asked Gretchen somewhere between titillated and jealous. Trixie heard the question and jealousy became her main emotion as she again studied the incredibly sexy werewolf who had become Gretchen's lover. Chuckling, Nina replied, "Best friends, Gretchen, but neither Wolf nor I have ever shared her bed. It's...I guess you'd say chemically impossible." Gretchen and Trixie looked at her curiously. Nina explained, "As much as pheromones help attract mates, they actually repel our two races. Smelling a werecat in heat shuts down our libidos instantaneously. It actually stirs our fight instinct which millennia have taught us to quash except in play. You'll find out soon." She kissed Gretchen's throat sensuously, causing a lusty shiver and a lubricating pussy. While they whispered, Wolf continued the meeting. "Tonight when we change I want you to keep in the back of your wolf and cat minds the resistance to human flesh. From now until then, use this thought as a mantra so it has a possibility to effect you. There are strangers in town, friends of my mate as well as probable Stasi agents. There's also a close friend of Kat's mate hiding we think by a lake in the forest near her compound. I know it's a lot to ask, and it may not register, but try and control it, okay? Otherwise I think we can enjoy our metamorphosis tonight and tomorrow night because our troubles are nearly over after all these years. Play hard. Fuck hard. Hunt well. Celebrate. We shall have pups and kittens again!" The audience cheered. They stood and began exiting. Kat and Wolf consulted with their betas who had sat on stage and they went out into the pews and brought weres back on stage. Conferring with these weres, they set up a private meeting which would have to wait for the challenges to end. Prevented from hearing these plans by Nina and Leo holding them back with confrontational conversations, Jack and Pan finally broke free and headed for the stage. Having set up the meeting, Kat and Wolf met them halfway. "You send your betas to do the dirty work?' asked Jack angrily. Wolf shrugged. "They're betas. What do you expect? You want to be alphas, you should know that." Jack growled while Kat chuckled. "Come on Wolf. Let's get this silliness over with," she said. "Silliness?" Pan responded smugly. "A fight for alpha status is hardly silly." He stabbed at Kat with his silver handle threatening to penetrate her skin. She grabbed it from his hand with a power that surprised him, throwing him to the ground as he fought to keep hold of it. She won the battle and tossed it across the large space where it bounced off the wall. "You try poisoning me with your pretentious cane you slimeball!" she growled. She began to change. "Outside!" yelled Leo, her beta. Although naturally obeying his leader, to fight for alpha status indoors was sacrilege. He got through to her and she changed back, saying angrily, "Come on then!" and tromped out of the hall and through the garage and outside, the others following behind. Once outside and a few meters from the entrance with the weres and humans surrounding them, the four, despite the cold, stripped and transformed into the half human/half animal configuration. The battling cats and wolves circled as they growled, looking for an attack, looking for weakness, waiting for the other. Kat watched Pan swipe his claws at her face and neck, narrowing their distance to attract his attack before retreating past his claws. His longer arms made any return swipe ineffective, so she kept her claws down, waiting, taunting with movements closer to him, deeper into his strike zone. In less than a heartbeat he found himself face down in the snow, both arms painfully pulled backwards, his shoulders dislocated numbing his deadly claws, making them ineffective, feeling her fangs at the back of his neck penetrating skin where his were gland hid. "Who is alpha of the werecats?" she hissed. "You are," he groaned. "Fucking right!" she replied, hopping off him and changing back to human form and hiding her perfect body in her clothes. He waited to restore his dislocations painfully before rising and changing back. Because of it being were inflicted, the wounds on his neck would bleed for a few more seconds before drying up and scabbing over, the marks remaining a lingering scar. Barely restored to normal, he caught his cane before it struck his head and poisoned him. "Here's your disgusting prop, you traitor," Jag spat. "Fucking silver cane," he muttered as he felt himself embraced by his sister lovingly. "You okay," she whispered. "I knew you'd whip him," he responded. "Of course. You worrying about Michael and this on top of it, you're pretty tense." "Yeah. I love that silly kid," he muttered, keeping tears at bay. She released him and they watched the other challenge still in full fight. Unlike Kat being stronger and faster than Pan or any other cats for that matter, Wolf's challenger nearly equaled Wolf's abilities. That in itself made the challenge more valid and the fight more difficult for Wolf. The two terrifying monsters squared off barely avoiding claw strikes and attempted takedowns. Finally Wolf tackled his adversary but found himself flung off onto his back, a bite on his shoulder. He shook it off and attacked again, surprising his opponent with his swift recovery and his low tackle, biting Jack's thigh while lifting his legs and spinning, trying to turn him on his back and pin him. Jack continued his spin until his feet planted and he launched himself away from Wolf's attempted pin. Leaving Wolf on paws and knees, Jack attempted taking advantage of the awkward position by lunging jaws first at Wolf's throat. Wolf lowered and shifted under the attack, lifting his head as Jack's chin passed and slamming the threatening mouth shut with painful power, stunning Jack. Jack managed to tumble away and bounce back to his feet and again they circled each other. A low feint, like Wolf had just done him, Jack went high, attempting to thrust his shoulders into Wolf's chin with enough energy to either knock out his worthy opponent or even remove the alpha's head. One advantage over Jack, Wolf had more awareness of intention. He saw the feint in Jack's hips and knew the true attack, and he lowered instead of raising his body. The chin Jack aimed for became air. Seizing Jack at his groin, Wolf used Jack's momentum to lift the creature over him and hard onto his back, the head impacting first. And even with the snow buffering the landing, the impact concussed Jack, causing a momentary blackout. Though less than a second losing consciousness, Jack awoke finding his throat in Wolf's jaw and the back of his neck stung by Wolf's claws, Wolf having hung to Jack's torso during the takedown and pinning him instantaneously upon impact. With his jaw occupied, Wolf's younger brother and beta asked the question, "Give up?" "Yes, damn the gods," grunted Jack. Growling, Wolf sunk his canines into Jack's neck, leaving two more lasting scars. Jack trembled and then relaxed when the bite ended and Wolf retreated. "Show some respect for your forefathers, you fool," he growled, shifting to human and standing above his challenger. Jack shifted back and muttered. "You're right. Forgive me Yashaw. Forgive me fair Diana." "Better," Wolf grinned and offered Jack his hand which Jack took and used it to help him stand. Not begrudging Jack's challenge, Wolf understood the conservative simplicity of it. Like a Christian literalist, the clan laws, including secrecy and ideological and racial purity and the forest where they could run free and unthreatened were all sacrosanct to Jack. Being citified was an anathema. He respected Jack's old fashioned attitude even though counter to Wolf's beliefs. The need for new blood to sustain the race had to be recognized. And observing with vigilance as Wolf and Kat had for more than thirty years was also necessary They had to watch out for those that might threaten their existence in the always changing world that surrounded the clan like an ocean surrounding a small island possibly navigated by enemy ships encroaching on their sanctuary, or helicopters. "Helicopter!" yelled the werewolf guarding the outskirts of the bunker. As if shepherding the clans, Wolf and Kat were the last to duck inside the bunker, Wolf following behind Jack and his mate and Kat shoving Pan to get him moving. "Fucking Pansy," she growled beside the wolves' alpha. Her anger focused on Jack as well. Noticing Kat's glare at Jack, Wolf assured her, "Jack accepts his loss. It's Pansy we need to sustain vigilance." Kat nodded. She smiled when Gretchen rushed to Wolf's side, embracing him with a force that might have tackled a lesser man even with Gretchen's petite size. Staring up at her mate with her big expressive eyes, Gretchen murmured, "You okay?" Feet leaving the floor quickly wrapped around her lover's waist as Wolf effortlessly lifted her high enough to kiss her gently for several seconds before he answered verbally, "Never better, my love." A Full Moon Phase Ch. 07 Chapter 7 The Colonel in Nachstadt Bowing to prevent the swooshing blades of the helicopter from decapitating him, the Colonel dashed stiffly across the field outside the former hunting lodge on the edge of Nachtstadt. A tall, slender handsome blond man in his mid thirties met him half way knowing not to try to assist the older man's difficult walk. They smiled genuinely at each other, though with the Colonel's scar and stretched skin even a genuine smile had a creepy malevolence. The younger man took the burden of the suitcase from the older man's hand and walked beside him silently to the back entrance of the lodge. As soon as they entered they heard the brutal noise of the blades cutting through the air as the helicopter lifted away. The Colonel's shiver surprised the younger man. He made no comment. He knew his father detested weakness. And it surprised him even more when the Colonel informed him of the reason for the weakness. "So many ghosts," the Colonel muttered. "So many good men died here." "Comrades?" asked his son. The Colonel nodded. "You never told me." "I didn't want to deter you from purchasing the old lodge. I agreed it would make a splendid headquarters and a comfortable residence, and the superstitious fools claiming it's haunted wouldn't have deterred you. That it...became a slaughterhouse and my comrades were the victims might have stopped you." "The werewolves..." The Colonel nodded. "But how did they get in?" "I'm not sure, but I'm betting it was one of the sluts, Heinrich, one of the local whores. She probably hid them in the wine cellar until they changed." "She was one of them?" "Probably." "So you would have known her." "I might have, but my injuries forced me to leave fairly early on in the campaign," the Colonel shrugged. "Let me put your bag in the guest suite. There's coffee and schnapps in the kitchen. I guess you know where it is." "Yes. Be quick. We have much to discuss, much to plan, much to get done." "Yes sir," said his son with utter respect. Proud and arrogant, he only showed such unmitigated respect to one man in his life, his father. Unlike his half sister, Heinrich never ventured into the military and be forced to bow to higher ups. A keen, uncluttered mind combined with abundant confidence and an overwhelmingly attractive presence had made him unique in his training and the completion of his studies in chemistry, dominating the socially inept colleagues to take charge of research and the selling of results and then using his remarkable resume, encouraged by his father, to take over the R and D of the small vitamin company in Nachtstadt, "Fruit of the Gods," and turn it into a thriving venture through new products as well as vastly improved advertising and distribution until he became partners with the owner of the company who also had his hands in packaging and distributing other local products such as Wild Boar sausages, Pan. While righteously proud of both his progeny, the Colonel considered his son his most successful project. When adolescent rebellion released its angry poison, the Colonel used that anger, molded it, and channeled it in the direction he required. He had been too late to do so with his daughter which resulted in choosing not to tell her her true relationship to him. She would have fought him like she fought her foster parents and blamed him for the shame wrought by her schoolmates about her bastard heritage and the intentionality of her Aryan birth. The only real problem with his progeny in relationship to his scheme to harness the enzyme that transformed men to wolves and use it to make himself young and healthy and without the life long pain Wolf had wrought upon him and then to eradicate the world of these monsters was the ridiculous need to fall in love with a werewolf. Just like him, Heinrich and Maria grew up cold and heartless, Maria worst of all since at least he could see a spark of love in Heinrich's eyes for his father. Except when he informed Maria in his office above the Katzekeller that Wolf had found a mate, he saw jealousy. "Too late," he thought out loud before chugging down the schnapps and sipping his black coffee. "Wolf!" he snarled. "What was that, sir?" said his son, startling him. Had he been that lost in thought to not hear his son enter the kitchen even with his remarkable hearing? "I must be getting old," he thought and that thought made him shudder. "Wolf," he snarled out loud and his son nodded. "We'll get him," said Heinrich, pouring himself a cup of coffee and sitting at the kitchen table. He knew the obsession all too well. He had read Moby Dick as a teenager and realized the comparison of Ahab and his father. He rooted for the mad captain and hated the demise that resulted. Ahab had been stupid. His father was anything but. "Anything new since we last talked?" asked the Colonel. "No sir. We're waiting for..." They heard the front door rattle as a key unlocked it. When they heard the door close, Heinrich yelled, "In the kitchen!" Despite the smug mask, Heinrich could see the tension in Pan's face. He could also see the fresh scar on his throat. Two women accompanied Pan into the kitchen; one a facsimile of Pan and Pan's pretty face looked startlingly beautiful on his sister. The other, a tawny light brunette beauty held hands with Pan, gently and fondly and reassuringly stroking his back. Heinrich made introductions, "Pan, Bobbie, Ossie, this is my father." Pan breathed in through his nose deeply and the scent troubled him. He smelled the taint. "So Kat bested you," the Colonel grumbled at Pan. "My weak little brother fell easily to the cunt whore," spat his sister cruelly while settling into the lap of Heinrich. "A neophyte could have done better," and she kissed the Colonel's son. "Bobbie," Heinrich exclaimed, breaking the kiss a touch slowly and looking at his father with surprising fear. A fear the Colonel hadn't seen since careful corporal punishment had been a necessary tactic when Heinrich attempted rebellion in his early teens. Though surprised by the turn of events and his son not communicating it, he smiled at his son and calmed the fear. "Meet the future Mrs. Foxx," Bobbie grinned, kissing a much less reluctant Heinrich forcefully. "This is a most unexpected event," smiled the Colonel. "Are you asking permission?" Bobbie answered smugly, "Must I? It doesn't matter you know." "Why didn't you tell me?" asked the Colonel of his son. "Well..." Heinrich began tentatively, his lack of confidence angering his father who had a most distasteful idea why. "Tell me!" shouted the Colonel causing everyone but Bobbie to quiver in fear. He quickly realized the foolishness of getting a truthful answer and quietly waved off the demand, "Never mind. I give my blessing." "Whatever," shrugged Bobbie. Nodding to the window filled with the reddish tint of the gloaming, her hand pinching Heinrich's flaccid penis through his slacks, she whispered into his ear, "I need you to fuck me and soon." "Go to my room," Heinrich whispered back, his confidence returning. "I'll be there in a few minutes." "It has to be at my home," she countered, motioning her head towards his father. "Don't worry about him. He knows." "What?" Bobbie exclaimed out loud. "I'll explain later," Heinrich answered. "Do as I say. I'll leave the doors open." This time Bobbie quivered. Her lover's commanding voice always caused her pussy to dampen excitedly. No one else had come close to taming her haughty character. Their wills had battled for months, and the more they battled the hotter she got for this human. When she succumbed to her desire only days before, he fucked her pussy and her ass relentlessly and brutally as if raping her. But he could feel her insides tremble in peaks of orgasm. After he came with such powerful spurts it made him shake, experiencing the most painful and most blissful climax in his very experienced sex life, he heard her purr beneath him and effortlessly turn under his heavy torso from face down to face up and embrace him, tears in her eyes, not tears of pain but of happiness, as she kissed him soundly and whispered, "I love you. Be my mate." When she explained what that entailed, she should have been surprised at his quick acquiescence. Her thrill at his acceptance nullified any suspicion. On full moon nights her brother had sent Heinrich away ostensibly for business to keep him from walking the streets of Nachtstadt and endangering himself or at least revealing their true nature. His father knew though. And Heinrich knew. Acquiescing to her weird need to turn him into a were so they could be mates and she could bring kittens into a too sterile clan had been way too easy. She felt stupid not being suspicious. But she looked into her lover's eyes and realized it didn't matter. Her life didn't matter if it didn't include Heinrich. The heat of her kiss delighted Heinrich and excited him. His enlarging penis proved it to Bobbie who purred loudly at the discovery. "Okay," she whispered, lifting from his lap. "But hurry." The other two weres stood and headed out of the kitchen after polite goodbyes to the Colonel. Seeing his sister go to the stairs instead of the front door, Pan grumbled, "Where are you going? We haven't time..." "Then go you little wimp. I'm staying!" his sister hissed back staring daggers at him. His shoulders slumping, Pan had to relent. Battling wills against his sister always proved damaging to his carefully disguised brittle ego. Nothing pained him more than being subjected to her brilliantly wicked and devastating wit. "Pansy," she scoffed watching the slumped shoulders of her brother being rubbed by his loving mate. When Ossie glanced back at her scornfully, it made Bobbie sad. The two had been inseparable since kittens and had shared their beds and their lovers innumerable times. She even spent nights with her brother when her best friend mated with him, encouraging her pleasure while avoiding the incestuous cock. The taboo of incest had been ingrained into the weres from the beginning, but a well placed tongue could corkscrew into her best friend's asshole or her teeth could chew on her friend's lengthy nipples or her hand could rub her friend's clit while her brother fucked her. And when Heinrich brought the voluptuous blonde milkmaids (actually Berlin barmaids) and himself into his brother's bed for thrillingly decadent debauchery, she could remove herself even further from incest, getting fucked by Heinrich's beautiful long narrow shaft while playing with the doughy tits of the barmaids from Berlin he seduced to come join them and delight her brother and strengthen Heinrich's bond with him. And within those orgies she always found a way to enjoy Ossie's body and help bring her friend to screaming climaxes. But with her brother suffering embarrassing defeat by Kat, and Bobbie doing everything she could to rub it in, the look on Ossie's face suggested their decades' long friendship had more than likely ended. Between her brother and Ossie and herself, only her friend had a compassionate heart, and though a sign of weakness, the loss of that bit of warmth in her life saddened her. She shrugged off the sadness. Heinrich's heart might be cold, and she wouldn't want it otherwise, but it was hers and hers was his and at last, after nearly a century of half heartedness, she felt whole. Bumping into yet another voluptuous blonde barmaid descending the stairs as she ascended, she gazed wildly at the beauty, grabbed her big tits under the nearly transparent fabric covering them, and kissed her intensely, tongues dueling. Releasing the maiden, she warned her, "Stay away from Heinrich's bed tonight. In fact lock yourself in if you know what's good for you." "Uhm, the Colonel's here," said the barmaid shyly. "I...I'm..." A tear oozed from the corner of her pretty pale blue eyes. The pretty face hardened, taking on a look of resigned determination as the maid nearly stumbled in her rush down the stairs. The look of fear had been noticed by Bobbie. Nothing scared her, but everyone else seemed effected by the Colonel similarly and profoundly, even Heinrich. "That's one scary old man," she thought. It made her tremble, but not in fear. Entering Heinrich's suite, she quickly disrobed and jumped on the bed and rubbed her damp center, murmuring, "Hurry, my Heinrich." Smiling malevolently at Hilda the voluptuous blonde when she entered the kitchen, the Colonel commanded her, "Strip and suck my dick!" "Yes Colonel," she trembled and obeyed a little clumsily but swiftly. The quickness and the clumsiness pleased the Colonel. So many of them thought he wanted some sort of teasing dance. No point in teasing, he wanted them naked and sucking without silly delays. Her first encounter, it had taken several extremely painful impacts of his crop against her breasts while Hilda performed a strip tease before she bravely and wisely asked what displeased him and he explained his hatred for delays. She wondered why he hadn't just said that, but when he pulled her hair and battered her mouth and throat with his slim cock and whipped her back, she understood. He wanted to abuse her for her inescapable ignorance. It caused him to be excited sexually. One might wonder what held this buxom blonde beauty and her fellow barmaids in continual employment to this sadistic beast. Being paid a month's salary for every visit helped. For some, especially the more masochistic, that was enough. Realizing she wasn't a masochist and sensing her intelligence, he furthered his hold by threatening her mother and brother, her brother being a low level Stasi thug making his availability in fulfilling the threat quite easy. And he threatened her more directly, promising to scar her worse than he himself had been scarred. That last coercion bothered her the most because she found her vanity made it the most frightening, even more than the threat to her family. She loved what her pretty face along with her pronounced curves could do to a man. She loved to entice men to fuck her. She loved to be fucked, to be pounded unmercifully into the bed the way the Colonel's son Heinrich performed it and knew if she lost her attractiveness she would lose those incredible thrills. Secretly she loved Heinrich and his dominance over her. She even grew to love Bobbie and her verbal abuse and expert hands and mouth despite being Heinrich's true love. If she could be the submissive partner of these dominant lovers, her life would be bliss. Though submissive, she hated pain and she hated the Colonel. Those dominant lovers, especially Heinrich, she used to soothe away the horrors the Colonel subjected her to. Them pounding into her and then snuggling up to her afterwards in the thralls of mighty orgasms made her feel like life was worth living again. Those post orgasm moments she cherished as much or maybe more than the hard fucking. Because of her intelligence, she could talk as equals with men, a little less than equal with the brilliant Heinrich though she could hold her own which made her proud. Under the kitchen table, kneeling on the hard ground, she took the flaccid penis she hated more than anything into her mouth, ashamed at performing this act in front of her true love but determined to perform better than she ever had to prove somehow that at least she could accomplish with prowess whatever tasks might be forced onto her. "Mmm," hummed the Colonel in approval as his penis enlarged in the wet heat of Hilda's mouth. "Where were we?" "What about Hilda?" asked Heinrich. "Don't worry. She knows not to squeal unless I make her," the Colonel chuckled lecherously. "You wanted this, sir. At least for Maria." "For you too, actually, but to tell you the truth, I found that unlikely." "Why's that?" "It's this whole romantic bullshit. You truly love this were?" Heinrich actually chuckled. "She's the most ferocious, stubborn, willful, conceited, overconfident, cold hearted, hot pussycat I ever encountered. And she's radiantly beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever met let alone fucked. And when we fuck it's like a volcano, lava hot and powerfully explosive and utterly beautiful. And despite the sheer violence of our mating it burns deep, not superficially around my cock but deep inside, melting my heart and my soul. We may fuck like animals in heat, but for the first time in my life I feel like I'm making love. There's no denying it sir...father...she's perfect for me." The Colonel chuckled within a groan of pleasure. "Sounds like it. So you subdued her." "Had to," Heinrich shrugged. "Otherwise she'd never have me. The subjugation was a battle of wills like no other. It made me hot and her even hotter. It was like sliding into lava fucking that pussycat's pussy when I finally won dominance. Our mating became a foregone conclusion after that." The Colonel groaned. "Goddamn slut, you're performing brilliantly. I don't even feel like slapping you around. Oh. Oh god. Mmm. Fuck!" The Colonel arched and came in Hilda's mouth. She swallowed all but a gram or two of his bitter, foul semen which leaked out the side of her mouth and dripped towards her chin. As soon as the Colonel pulled away, she quickly wiped off the stray cum with a finger and shoved it into her mouth under the Colonel's cruel scrutiny. "Ah well, you did too well to punish. Go to my bed and make yourself cum. I want you slick for my cock. Go!" Knee walking painfully on the floor, she rose and grabbed her dress. "Leave it and go!" ordered the Colonel. Both men admired the flex of her thick globes as she walked away and up the stairs. "Where do the weres meet?" asked the Colonel. "They wouldn't tell me." "You know about them now." "Seeing a human with Bobbie would have fucked up the plans. Her and Pan are supposed to reject human mates." "And they don't trust you until you become one of them. You could have followed." "Then they definitely wouldn't have trusted me. My little red sports car isn't the most blending of vehicles. What about the others, your soldiers?" "Busy with that silly troupe of actors or setting up their locations. Same thing with them anyway. Strangers here stick out like a virgin in a sea of whores." Heinrich agreed with a nod. "You're not going to harm her are you? You're just after Wolf and his clan." "Of course I wouldn't harm your mate," the Colonel lied. "Speaking of mate..." Heinrich grinned. "Are you sure about this?" asked the Colonel. Standing, Heinrich looked back at his father. "Sure I want to become nearly immortal with the most beautiful and exciting woman I've ever met beside me for the rest of my very long new life?" Before rushing upstairs, Heinrich unlocked and opened the back door a centimeter. Unbuttoning his shirt, he took the steps two at a time. "Hurry," murmured Bobbie when he opened the door. Her pheromones filling his senses with complete desire, her long supple legs spread open to reveal her wet pink pussy, her pert breasts spreading a little to the side but holding strong, her face beginning to change to a cat just enough to punctuate her exotic and sexy beauty, her fangs glistening in the dimness of the bedside lamp, dangerous and thrilling, made him hard instantaneously. "Leave the door open, my love," she murmured, watching him unzip his pants and slip off his shoes and pull away the clothing interfering with her desire. "Hurry. Don't worry about the shirt," she groaned. Hopping between her legs, he felt the prick of her claws as she pulled his ass forward, the pads of her paw carefully holding his glans at her hungry pussy. He sank his lengthy meat between the folds and all the way in until his pubic bone mashed against hers. "Yes!" she roared, removing her claws from his posterior and using them to pop the remaining buttons of his shirt and shred his undershirt barely scratching his torso. With incredible strength she pulled his legs until they ended up under her and she lifted and sat in his lap. Freeing his arms that had supported him during his thrust, she pulled off his shirt and the scraps of his t-shirt before her fangs sank into the base of his neck. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 07 "Aah!" he screamed, but not in pain. Pleasure shot through his system with such intensity that he lost consciousness. She pumped enzymes into the wound through her fangs while following his body down. "Ooh," she moaned, pulling her cunt off his erection. Kneeling over it and rubbing it, she spoke to it. "All mine, you beautiful cock. So beautiful and so strong just like your owner." She rubbed across Heinrich's taut abdomen and subtly muscled chest. Her claws scratched but didn't draw blood. Her bloodied fangs did penetrate his nipples with a pin prick. She breathed in the scent of his blood before sniffing at his underarms. "Mmm" she purred, lapping at the tiny rivulets of blood oozing from his nipples. While admiring him, her body changed, becoming a black panther in seconds. She scented the scent of her mate and lunged for his scrotum, piercing both testes with her two fangs and excreting enzymes into them. A claw entered his anus and penetrated his prostrate. "Oh fuck," he murmured in his sleep. Squeezing his cock with her paw, her rough tongue lapped up the bead of pre-cum. "Yum," she purred. Transformed to human form and stretching her luscious curvy body against her love she slept. A little over an hour later, he awoke to a kiss, feeling stronger and hornier than he ever felt. "Fuck me good, my love," she purred. "Fuck me hard. Give me kittens." Turning over, she lifted her perfectly round ass up in the air and waved it at him, her legs spread wide to open up her pink cleft. His enthusiastic roar made her chuckle. His cock sunk deep into her made her moan. Grabbing her hips, perfect handles, he began to retreat slowly. His glans peaked out from her blood thickened labia before he thrust even harder into her depths. "Yes!" she roared. Again he retreated and again he thrust. Repeating, the retreats quickened and the thrusts intensified until it became a continuous in and out motion. Her breath filled with high pitched moans at each thrust. Lifting her torso, wanting his skin against hers, she led his hands to her two handful sized breasts to squeeze with just enough pressure to threaten pain. His mouth came down to the base of her neck. "Bite me!" she exclaimed. "Right there! Make me your cunt...your slut...your fucking mate forever!" Words separated by the impact of his thrusts. His teeth extending into fangs penetrated. She shouted an elongated, "Yes!" After releasing his fangs and licking the wounds which she had demonstrated when she closed his, they remained open and bleeding for a moment. "Keep lapping it up. Isn't it sweet?" she murmured between thrusts. "Yes. Deliciously sweet, my love," he breathed. She leaned back and their mouths met and sealed while her wounds disappeared. His thrusts quickened, hips slapping against butt, and his hands pulled harder on her nipples. They both panted, approaching explosion. "Close," she murmured "Me too," Heinrich answered breathlessly. "Fill me!" Bobbie exclaimed. "Fill me now!" Squeezing her nipples hard and pulling her down on top of him as he collapsed back, his thrusts became short and rapid, ending with a continuous push pressing his glans against her throbbing cervix, opening, beckoning his sperm to her needy egg, her tunnel milking all of his seed as his cock throbbed and pumped it out of his infected testes. Seeds found their home, making kittens, creating a litter. Still sealed together, his cock still hard, they transformed. "It hurts," he complained. "I'm sorry," she cried. "Soon it won't. Soon..." Transformation complete, neither could speak anymore. They heard a thud and the door slammed closed. "Flesh!" roared the strangely blond colored panther. Not a word. Not even quite a thought. More an intention. The blond sensed another intention, a counter intention. Somehow its source came from his mate. "No! Smell!" It smelled delicious. It smelled like fear. And something else. "Mate," the intention claimed. "Bite. Taste blood. Don't kill." Shaking in fear, her naked body contained by duct tape at wrists and ankles and mouth, Hilda's wide eyes watched the two beautiful large cats she somehow knew had once been her lovers tease her with bites and licks, never deadly. "Just kill me," she thought. "Get this fucked up life over with." Instead they bit, hurting her but not terribly, and licked. The blond cat licked her nipples. She could see his erection grow. The black one pressed her big head into her lap and licked. Suddenly she felt what she dreaded and hoped for. Fangs sunk into her neck. She screamed within her gag and passed out. "Smoke," exclaimed Bobbie's intention. "No fear. Play dead. Wait." The big cats laid down in fake death and waited. The scalpel rending the skin at the back of his neck signaled the end of the deception. Both cats attacked the two scientists simultaneously, mouths at the weak humans' necks, blood spurting, lives ending. "Eat," Bobbie communicated happily, eviscerating her scientist, the abdomen open and spilling guts and organs. "Yum," Heinrich returned, copying his mate with the other corpse, munching on raw flesh. "Yum," Bobbie agreed. "Human Father?" asked Bobbie. "No. Smell." Bobbie sniffed and returned to her favorite repast. Once sated, they glanced at an awakened and still frightened Hilda. Bobbie's fangs took hold of the gag and pulled it off. Her claws sliced through the restraints. Each cat licked across the human's lips. With shoves, Bobbie guided Hilda to her dress still in the kitchen and waited impatiently for Hilda to put it on, impatience communicated by the slap of her tail. Hilda pulled on the dress. "Shoes?" she said to the cats. Bobbie pushed her towards the stairs. She ran up, shod her feet and returned. Getting the message, she let them outside, the Colonel having locked the door, and followed them down the street to a small, quaint bungalow. Bobbie scratched at the door and led Heinrich several paces away. An old lady opened the door only slightly. "Oh, my poor dear. Come in. You're safe with me. Come in." Barely opened enough to slide through, Hilda turned towards the big cats and nodded curiously before slipping through the narrow gap, the door slamming quickly behind her. "Come play," Bobbie communicated to her mate and immediately ran towards the woods. When he finally caught up to her under the dark canopy of the Black Forest which his cat eyes could see through as clear as day, they played hard like especially resilient children and scents guided them to other weres, both wolf and cat, and they played with them as well. Bobbie growled, swiped at and bit at a couple wolves who played too hard with the new cat causing his first painful scars. Watching them heal instantaneously to scar tissue actually made it worthwhile to Heinrich. Later, Bobbie taught Heinrich to hunt boar. Sated from the human flesh, they ate little of the two carcasses, the second proudly killed by Heinrich, though the goring had hurt a bit. At least the pain and the wound disappeared completely shortly afterward. The dawn threatening, Heinrich followed his swift mate barely keeping up until they arrived at the house she shared with her brother. Going through the open door, they entered her bedroom and transformed back to human shape, naked and, despite the pain of transformation which Bobbie reminded him again he'd get used to, thoroughly ecstatic. "I never had much fun as a child," said Heinrich to his mate lying on him in her bed, both still gloriously naked, "but if I had, I can't imagine it would come anywhere near the fun I had tonight." The giggle Bobbie made thrilled Heinrich. He had never heard such an innocent sound from his terrifying mate. He embraced her lovingly. "I'm glad," she said and kissed him softly, pulling the sheet and blanket over them. He became more serious. "What happened...?" "Ssh," she interrupted and kissed him again. "Tomorrow. We need to rest." He kissed her and sighed and his smile returned. "Okay." =============== Hours earlier, after taping Hilda up, her wrists behind her and a piece across her mouth to keep her quiet, something he never did before, loving the sound of a woman's scream, but he didn't want to disturb the important event happening in the neighboring suite, the Colonel tortured Hilda's nipples while she rode him hard. He knew she wanted it over with quickly and that didn't bother him. He wanted the same thing. And her talented inner muscles stimulated him quite wonderfully. Finally he came and tossed her off the bed onto the floor, taped her ankles together, dressed and left her in the suite. He headed to the lab in the vitamin manufacturing building on the opposite edge of the small village. Informing two of his three dedicated research scientists of the chance to extract a newly formed gland as well as a second one inflamed by mating, the two men headed back to the lodge. Eva, the third of his four scientists walked with him to the meeting hall which the troupe of actors occupied. Along with a couple of pistols loaded with silver bullets, she carried the containers of mixtures of wolf bane and night blooming cirrus and the rare bloom of the corpse flower and other mysterious elements which combined produced a smoke which put transformed weres into comas. She also carried the antidote. With the unexpected events involving his son, Kat's unavailability made him even more frustrated. Her brilliance and long dedication to research and to him caused her sudden and inexplicable lack of response to his calls and her not being at the lab where she belonged and the Colonel hoped she'd be since she often worked in Nachtstadt and had a residence nearby because of it though she never gave him the address, insisting it was her last bastion of serenity from the world whatever that meant, caused confusion along with the frustration. "She's missing out," he shrugged and moved on. All the walking inflamed his multitude of scar tissue reminding him for the millionth and hopefully nearly last time how much he needed to become transformed. Getting to the tour bus he lay down hidden in the small enclosed bedroom in the back relieved to be at rest. The steps up into it were perhaps the worst torture. Settling into the small bed, he waved away Eva, Kat's replacement in his bedroom/torture chamber who had lost the pleasant firmness in her body as she reached middle age but sustained a pretty face unlike Kat so she still pleased him sucking him. She moved towards his crotch before he denied her his pleasuring. Trying to hide the relief in her eyes, he still saw it and it amused him. If nothing else, forcing women to confront his ugliness when he demanded sex thrilled his sadistic nature. The door of the bedroom muffled voices of passengers entering the bus. He recognized the low sexy voice of Maria calming the whining voices of a man, Karl presumably and an unknown woman. After the long journey from Berlin they needed rest, but instead got herded back on the bus. "Tough shit," thought the Colonel, the grin stretching the tight skin of his face. "But you haven't quite arrived at your destination." ============ Two tired troupers huddled together at the back corner of the bus. "Fucking cots," Esther whined. "I know," Karl responded. "I thought they'd be a little more prepared. And before we can even relax, we're shuffled off again to who knows where. God I could use a beer." "And who are these fucking thugs," Esther whispered, glaring at the tall, broad shouldered blonds looking like successful products of Nazi master race breeding. "I know. Stasi. But why are they all on the bus?" "One's still back guarding the theater," Karl countered. "And three guard us? And Maria?" After whispered conversation at the front of the bus, Maria joined them. "What's going on?" Esther demanded. Maria raised an eyebrow and put on a half smile. Her mistress demanded an answer. "Visiting friends," she explained cryptically. "Your friends or ours?" asked Esther. A fake pout formed on Maria's beautiful face. "Am I not your friend?" "You know what I mean," rasped Esther quietly. "Both," Maria answered. Karl figured it out. "Gretchen and Wolf." Maria nodded. "Very good." A nervous sigh and a flash of discontent in Esther's eyes amused Maria, but she hid it well. Esther croaked through a tightened throat, "Why? She made her choice. She abandoned the troupe." "Don't be stupid," Karl responded, surprising Maria and hurting Esther. "It's why we're here, right Maria?" With a nod and a semi-comforting grasp of Esther's cool hand, Maria explained, "We need to...neutralize the threat of Wolf going rogue. He has too many secrets regarding the Stasi. And Gretchen...she's the leader type, a potential disrupter of the regime. With the right backing she could become the face and voice of rebellion." "Neutralize?" Esther gasped. "We want him back," Maria responded. "He's a brilliant agent. And Gretchen...we're hoping Karl can convince her to return to the fold." Tension increased in Esther's face as she scoffed, "Like that's going to happen. She's a stubborn bitch. It's like she always got her way." "Like a spoiled brat," Maria agreed. "You know she's from wealth and an only child." "Makes sense," said Esther. Karl added, "You know she's studied Beijing Opera and Gamelan and Indian dance all at the source while her diplomatic parents traveled the world." "So what?" Esther grumped. "We're a German group. The German theatrical tradition and our contemporary advances make for enough riches without borrowing from the fucking Orient. It's just too precious and stylized. It diverges from the point of our work." "Proselytizing and Polemics and Propaganda," Karl sighed bitterly. "Well, yeah," said Esther, "but artistically. What's harder than that? And your play does it brilliantly." Karl chuckled. "Whatever." "Karl?" worried Esther. "Never mind," Karl smiled. "We'll blow them away." Esther relaxed a little. "With you at the helm, it's inevitable." "Thanks, sweetie," Karl replied. Maria suppressed a chuckle and the rolling of her eyes was strictly internal. She sighed in relief when the bus turned onto a narrow road off the rural highway and into the woods. Red and deep blue skies had turned rich purple as the sun retreated under the horizon and the full moon took over lighting the forest as it rose big on the opposite horizon. "Perfect timing," thought Maria, tense and anxious and just a little uncharacteristically frightened. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 08 "Another orgy," Trixie thought as the three weres kissed her and each other while removing each other's clothing. It didn't bother her a bit. In fact she felt even more excited at the taste and feel and the visual splendor of her new lovers. Splendid bodies. Splendid cocks. Splendid odors. The expert tongue of Kat pressed inside her pussy as she spread open on Kat's bed, her butt raised, her mouth, opened and moaning, hovering over Jag's long thin cock, her tongue lapping at the glans. Kat's tongue seemed to pinch her clit and it made her tremble and lunge her mouth over Jag's cock. Completing the orgy, Leo tea bagged Jag, leaning over Trixie's broad backside and teasing her anus with his tongue. Only Kat had no one to tease her genitals, using her fingers instead. But Leo squeezed her nipples and milked her breasts. Their tongues played tag occasionally. The room filled with pheromones and the noise of pleasure further increased her libido as it did everyone else's. Slowly, with the women fully juicy and the men fully hard, they reconfigured. Powerful bodies shifted on the bed that barely contained them with the grace of some sort of erotic modern dance. Eventually Trixie remaining kneeling with her face close to the bed found the exquisite Kat's mouth below hers, her torso angling under her, nipples on each left breast pressing together. Kat's hand pulled on Trixie's right nipple, extending it and releasing it. Trixie reciprocated, twisting Kat's thick right nipple while her tongue played with Kat's tongue in the space within their mouths. "Oh fuck!" Trixie moaned as her pussy filled with Jag's cock, one continuous thrust that opened up new territory. "Gods," moaned Kat, getting filled by Leo. Trixie's wide eyes observed Kat's eyes shut and the beauty's mouth glistening with Trixie's pussy juices and saliva curving into a wide grin of unadulterated pleasure. The bed began to rock like two currents of waves colliding at the corner of a peninsula as Leo and Jag began fucking at different paces. Leo fucked Kat fast immediately while Jag began much slower. Both thrust in hard everytime. "Tell me when you're close," whispered Kat within a groan when her eyes opened. "Soon," moaned Trixie, feeling Jag begin to strum her clit. The women's mouths locked together again. Kat worked rougher on Trixie's nipple. Jag's lengthy strokes sped up. Everything worked to build Trixie's pleasure. An ecstatic tension sitting just below her solar plexus awaited an explosive release. Jag shifted inside her and shifted again and seemed to find the perfect friction, rubbing the top wall and Trixie's g-spot. "Oh fuck, Kat. I'm...I'm...Oh god!" screamed Trixie as a pulse of pure bliss swept through her body with an intensity she had never reached before. And then Kat pierced the base of her neck with fangs and the rush of bliss tripled. Her body shook and seemed to be on fire, flames bursting from her heart at each throb, burning exquisitely throughout her body, meeting flames emerging from the friction Jag continued giving within her cunt and across her clit. It was too much. She thought she'd pass out from the little death, but it just continued for nearly a minute. It was utterly magnificent, the most intensely ecstatic moment of her life. And then nothing. Trixie finally passed out. Awakening she asked, "How long was I out? Oh fuck!" She found herself on her back, Jag pressing his still hard cock into the furnace of her cunt. Kat leaned over her, her fangs dripping with blood. "An hour, my love," Kat moaned smiling above her, her body bouncing from Leo fucking her from behind, her face taut despite the smile, her breathing heavy. Her orgasm seemed seconds away. Leaning over more, she offered Trixie her neck. "Bite me now." Nothing would please her more than to bite Kat's neck and Trixie knew exactly where. But she had to ask, "Did you prepare my womb?" "Yes," rushed out of Kat. And then she howled when Trixie's new fangs punctured her neck. The blood filling Trixie's mouth tasted like ambrosia and thrilled her. The pumping throbs of her fangs felt like what a cock must feel like ejaculating. And it became a climax. Again her body shook. She felt the heat of Jag's cum shooting deep inside and seeming to spread from her womb throughout her body. Not the peak she had achieved an hour before, it felt like she was floating in bliss on a cloud with starlight tickling her skin and the moon kissing her mouth. On the other hand, Kat seemed to be as ecstatic as Trixie during the earlier cum. Despite the wriggles and trembles, Trixie's fangs held on, only releasing when Kat collapsed, inert. Seconds later, Trixie felt pain everywhere as if her body was being pulled violently in all directions. And in fact it was. She saw it in Kat awakening and Jag exiting her pussy and Leo still within Kat. They became cats. She became a cat. Long, lean, incredibly strong, incredibly agile. For the first time in her life she felt like a creature of nature. Any pain would be worth it. "Love pale beauty," Trixie heard inside her skull. Not really words. More intentions. She looked at Kat, the incredibly beautiful and quite large nodding head. She glanced down to see her fur had taken on her true blonde color. "Love black beauty," she responded, receiving a rough but wonderful tongue lick across her mouth and nose. "Follow," she heard or sensed inside her head, seeing Leo open the window using his paw on the lever and dashing though it, Leo soon following. Her love hopped through and without pause, so did Trixie. Deep in the forest, they passed fellow werecats playing or copulating, ignoring them. Trixie received intentions from Kat, sometimes like listening in on one side of a phone conversation with Leo the correspondent. Essentially two intentions came from it: "Feed," and "Human." The juxtaposition tantalized Trixie and deeper inside her like a barely heard noise that unconsciously troubles the mind, it bothered her. Suddenly the others stopped and crouched low. "Smell," Kat commanded her. "Pig?" Trixie responded. "Follow. Watch," Kat communicated as an affirmative. Crouching and crawling, Trixie kept close enough to her lover to actually feel the lithe muscles beneath Kat's hide. Moments later Leo and Jag sprung onto the boar squealing with surprise and fear until its throat had been severed. "Eat," Kat commanded and Trixie joined her feasting on the eviscerated boar, feeling the raw meat and the blood warm her innards and fulfill her need. Unlike almost all of the carcasses, the four cats left no meat on the bone. And they made quick work of it. Kat licked the gore from Trixie's jaw and it felt like a kiss. It ended and Kat sensuously rubbed along Trixie's side before moving with Leo and Jag in a very specific direction and at a run. "Human. Keep up," Kat projected. Soon she heard a howl or a high pitched roar, almost a screech. Two other roars followed, similar but distinctive. When she arrived at a small lake trailing behind Kat she found Jag and Leo crouching and sniffing. She did the same. The wind carried a complexity of smells, one of them faintly human. She saw three black panthers circling a small lake cabin. One of them, the biggest, suddenly stopped and tossed itself against the front door with a thud and then scratched at it before retreating and crashing again into it. She followed her mates as they took off around the lake growling. Reaching the cabin just as the door gave in, she watched terrified as Kat launched herself at the intruding panther who collapsed under Kat's weight. Trixie entered through the broken door and saw Michael crouched fetal in the corner. Both tempted with the succulent meat and sated from the recent repast, she pressed herself against the human, guarding him with her body, and watched the battle ensue in the narrow confines. Jaws bit and claws lashed out from both panthers. The intruder seemed mostly defensive, fighting to prevent being pinned and eviscerated. Escaping a moment, the enemy lashed out with its jaw aiming at Kat's throat. The speed of it threatened her mate and instantaneously and without thought Trixie entered the fray, her big new powerful body a battering ram to offset the enemy's intention. Her chest met the enemy's head and she felt a fang penetrate painfully. Before the strange panther's jaw could rise high enough to kill her with a bite of the throat, she distracted it enough by reaching down with her claw and ripping between the panther's forelegs. The creature's howling ended suddenly when Kat's jaw ripped through its throat. Somehow Trixie knew to dig her fangs into the back of the panther's neck at the brain stem and penetrated a gland, popping it like a small balloon. The creature collapsed and breathed no more. A badly scratched up panther, smaller in stature, howled pitifully at the door and lunged at Trixie. Kat altered the momentum of the jump, sending the panther against the wall and ripping out its throat and its gland. Both dead panthers transformed, revealing Pan and his mate Ossie. Leo and Jag entered the cabin, filling the small space with panther. Both had been scratched, but neither as much as the dead female that had essentially committed suicide at the sight of her dead mate. "Other?" asked Kat of Leo. Trixie didn't hear the response but understood it. "Let him go," Kat communicated. Then they roared in the high pitched squeal of their kind, a mourning howl, and Trixie joined them, feeling the loss of kin. Trixie pressed the side of her big head against the trembling human, then lay down and rested her head in the human's lap. "Trixie?" Michael tremulously asked, reaching out and petting her cautiously before scratching at the back of her ears like he would a house cat. Trixie purred. She and Kat essentially stood guard around the cabin, playing at the edge of the lake in mock battle while Michael sat and watched at the entrance. Morning threatening, Trixie followed her lover heading home. That morning as humans, Trixie and her friends drove to the cabin. Collecting the corpses, they bagged them and tossed them into the back of the van. Michael had been absent, but his tracks through the snow led them to him. They brought him back to the house, provided him with borrowed clothes and a hiking pack. Leo and Jag drove him to a border station staffed by fellow weres allowing Michael through unquestioned. The two male were lovers kissed Michael lovingly and sent him with a considerable amount of cash provided by Kat to his fate in the west. No one spoke except an exchange of "I love yous" between Leo and Jag and Michael. Kat and Trixie let them have their intimate goodbyes having business in the tiny hamlet where the sausage factory stood. But first they had one stop. ============ Yawning, puzzled, Heinrich felt Bobbie in his arms and felt the incredible power and sensitivity in is body. His mate lifted from his embrace and sat up. "Pan?" she shouted. He heard the sound of footsteps and the door opening. Bobbie jumped out of bed and would have rushed through the bedroom door except Kat stood there, tapping Pan's silver handled cane. "What did you do?" Bobbie shouted. "What I had to," muttered Kat. "Why did he own this?" "Where is he?" asked Bobbie. "Dead," said Kat without emotion. "You killed my brother? You killed our kin?" Her attack ended as soon as it started, the ears of the silver cathead pressing into her neck. "Ossie?" she asked. "Dead. Suicide essentially. Get dressed," Kat commanded. Her alpha nature weakened resistance. "You too, Heinrich. You can wear Pan's clothes." Heinrich stared at the beautiful woman. He didn't know her, but her weird golden eyes he recognized. "Are you kin to Katarina?" he asked. "I am Katarina. Call me Kat." "But...you're old and fat!" "Thanks a lot," Kat grinned with a taint of sadness. Though she wasn't fond of Pan, he was kin. "I had to pretend to age," she explained. "You're...a werewolf?" "Werecat actually. Like you. In fact your alpha. Get dressed. We have a meeting with your father." "He...tried to kill me...and my mate." "I figured. So when did you two decide to mate?" "Two weeks ago. I never thought..." He couldn't help watching his gorgeous mate dressing. "Me either," Kat chuckled. "I thought you'd be like your old man through and through." Heinrich nodded. "Maybe being enough like him I prepared for last night." "What do you mean?" asked Bobbie. "I spiked your drinks with the antidote the last couple weeks against that smoke he planned to use to put weres to sleep. I figured you wouldn't mind." "In other words you figured he'd kill me," said Bobbie. "Killing you would have hurt me deeply. Killing me wouldn't have hurt at all anymore." "Get dressed," Kat ordered Bent over to shield his naked penis from her eyes, he slid by Kat and saw Trixie behind her checking out his naked body. "Not bad," she smiled at him. She'd gotten used to gorgeous naked men, so it didn't embarrass her as much as it embarrassed him. His hand hid his genitals as he searched for and found Pan's room. Slipping on panties and tight black leather pants, restraining her body from attacking, seething with anger, Bobbie asked again, "You killed my brother. Why?" "How did he know where to look for Michael?" Kat asked instead of answering. The b-cup black bra attached in front, Bobbie pulled the blood red cashmere sweater over her head and onto her torso, the v-neck showing firm cleavage. Fingers combed through her black hair to settle it down from the chaos of sleep and the strands rising from static electricity. "I heard them talk at the meeting." "The humans?" "Yes. And Jag." "He was mated with Michael, at least in their hearts. They felt the bond." Bobbie nodded. "I didn't know. Wish I had. But you would have let him go." "No one would have believed him. He'd have been too scared anyway." "Humans are weak," said Bobbie. "And yet here you are with Heinrich." "He...surprised me. He's the strongest human I ever met, I mean emotionally." "I'm glad, Bobbie," smiled Kat. "You've been alone too long." "He can take it," Bobbie shook her head, awed by her mate. "He can take my shit." "I'm glad." "What's this about?" asked Bobbie at last emotionally calmed. "Your father." "He tried killing us. Heinrich's own father..." "He's a madman, Bobbie. He's the last and worst of the madmen who threatened our extinction." "What do you need me for? To kill him? I'll do it gladly." "No. We're going to prove he's mad and put him away for the rest of his sick little life. You and Heinrich are going to help us remove the last pretense of sanity he has." "I'd rather rip his throat out." "It's better this way," Kat smiled predatorily. Bobbie liked the smile. It turned her on. Suddenly she attacked Kat but with lust, embracing her and kissing her. "Hey!" shouted Trixie jealously. When the kiss ended, Kat smiled and winked at her mate, caressing Bobbie's firm butt. Bobbie explained the kiss. "Sorry, Beatrix, but she's so hot when she gets all alpha." A Full Moon Phase Ch. 09 Chapter 9 Confrontations in Wolf's Black Forest Hamlet It hadn't been easy. In fact it was the hardest thing she'd ever done. Gretchen desperately needed to mate with Wolf. Her body and soul demanded it of her. But necessity delayed it. Again. At least she could watch the mating of her two lovers. Sitting on the wooden chair beside the bed, her pants and panties surrounding one foot pooled on the floor, she stroked her pussy, rubbed her clit, a hand slipped through her opened shirt teasing her nipple. Wolf insisted she masturbate while they mated. He explained that her pheromones triggered fecundity in both his sperm and Nina's egg. And watching them go at each other ferociously made it easy to cum. In fact she came twice before Nina passed out in pure ecstasy when Wolf penetrated her neck with his fangs and tasted her sweet blood and sent his enzymes into her blood to mix with hers. Passing out caused Nina's own fangs to retract from Wolf's neck. "How could you not cum?' asked Gretchen breathlessly, watching his gorgeous cock withdraw from Nina's pleasure soaked grotto, shiny with the beautiful woman's nectar. Equally breathless, Wolf explained, "She's not ready yet. The gods cause the delay until she is ready, making my sperm all that more abundant." Unable to resist, Gretchen rose and kissed Wolf's fangs, her hand grasping his sticky cock. "Gretchen!" Wolf moaned. "I can't help it," Gretchen told him. "I have to taste." She lowered her head until her mouth met his glans. Her tongue licked it tasting Nina and feeling the power of his desire. "It's good," he moaned. "You don't have to watch me penetrate her womb." "But I want to watch," she said before pressing her lips around the ridge of his cock. Peripherally she saw his fangs penetrate Nina's taut abdomen, the points finer than pins. Like when his fangs slid into Nina's neck, she saw a subtle throbbing at his upper lip and snout that showed the pumping in of enzymes. It didn't frighten her or disgust her. It fascinated her. And she knew from the pleasure both Wolf and Nina experienced when fangs penetrated necks that no pain came from these penetrations. In fact the opposite. And the holes healed miraculously in seconds. Bloody fangs withdrew and contracted. "For you, you'll sleep for an hour or so," Wolf explained while moving up the bed until his cock rested at Nina's hot entrance. Nina awakened, smiling blissfully. Both Wolf and Gretchen returned the smile in kind. Nina reached down to guide Wolf back inside, but Gretchen playfully batted the long lean fingers away and did the guiding. Wolf continued explaining within a groan as his cock sank back inside: "She's were already so we fuck immediately." "You mean make love," said Gretchen, returning to her seat and her pussy. "He means make pups," Nina chuckled within her pleasured sigh. "Oh fuck!" Long legs wrapped around her lover, they squeezed and released him as he began long strokes inside her. His mouth nibbled at her nipples. Her fingers held his powerful buttocks. A middle finger pushed inside his anus. "Fuck," exclaimed Wolf, quickening his thrusts. He returned to her nipples, biting them. "Gretchen! My clit!" screamed Nina. Gretchen didn't even feel the hard floor beneath her knees as she toppled beside the bed and slid her hand between her two lovers' torsos and strummed Nina's extra large bundle. Her other hand kept busy with her own clit. "Yes!" Nina shouted and repeated in the rhythm of the fuck. "Gods Yes," she added. They howled as they went stiff, groins pressed together mightily, orgasms exactly coinciding. Gretchen hadn't reached her third but deeply empathized with the incredible thrill of their exaltations. Seconds later, about to relax after the supreme orgasm, both Nina and Wolf stiffened again and began to transform. "They're here, Gretchen," growled Wolf before his anatomy made him unable to speak words. Gretchen pulled on her pants and grabbed the pistol Wolf provided her. "Point and shoot," she whispered to herself, echoing Wolf's earlier instructions. She hoped she wouldn't need to. "Gretchen!" she heard yelled from the entrance to the cabin. "Karl, you fucking idiot," she thought and closed the door, the growls behind her making her shiver. Two sets of feral eyes stared at her, the wolves seeming ready to pounce on her and rip her to shreds. They didn't. They smelled a future mate. "Gretchen, we need to talk," Karl shouted, entering into the cabin and descending the stairs accompanied by Esther and Maria. Growls and howls and screams and shots and seconds later it was over. Gretchen waited a few more seconds to be sure before opening Wolf's bedroom door and letting her mates escape and frolic in the forest. As she twisted the handle she heard a tremulous, "Wolf?" Attempting to take a peak through a barely opened door, her mates launched themselves against it, sending it wide. In the large room, Maria stood petrified, her right wrist bleeding, her pistol at her feet. Two wolves kept eyes on her carefully as they feasted on the eviscerated corpses of Karl and Esther. One wolf had deep black fur while the other had pale yellow, both about the same size. "Oh my god," muttered Karen. "Karl and Esther! What have we done?" She stood in the doorway of a bedroom beside Joseph who pulled her head against his chest to end her sight of the bloody mess. "The Colonel wrought this," grumbled Gretchen staring both quizzically and jealously at Maria. Nina growled at the blonde beauty and readied to pounce on her. Wolf tackled his lover and growled threats, then came to Maria and licked her wrist. "Wolf?" Maria whispered, trembling. The silver gray fur and his size compared to other wolves suggested he was this transformed creature. "You love him, don't you?" asked Gretchen. Maria sadly and shakily nodded, her hand stroking Wolf's fur. "Fucking hell," said Gretchen. "I guess he loves you, too. But your father planned to kill us." "He...What are you talking about? The Colonel? He's not..." "Whatever. You were going to kill us, weren't you?" "I...I couldn't kill Wolf. The Colonel would get what he wanted and..." "Me though. He'd kill me." "He promised he wouldn't. Just...I don't know...information. About your parents. He wanted to threaten Wolf so you would confess." "Except he knew about the weres and he told you." "I thought him mad." "You're right about that." "But...they exist!" "Obviously, but he's still a complete madman." "Yes. I wouldn't have let him destroy Wolf. I would have killed him first." "And me? Your rival?" Wolf growled. Maria plopped into a seat at the table, her hand covering her face as she sobbed not even noticing her wrist had stopped bleeding and had already scabbed over. "I'm sorry." "He would have killed us both, Maria. Both of us. Your true love and me. He wanted his essence and extracting it would have killed Wolf. And me? Same thing. He needed the gland that makes them transform, and mine would have been exactly the one which would have cured him of his pain. It's all he cared about, the selfish bastard. That and getting revenge on the creature that caused the pain, Wolf. There's no way in hell he'd have let either of us live. And you know that." "I...planned to kill the madman and have these two poor souls take the blame," Maria sobbed. "You're just as bad as him," Gretchen mumbled. "Like father like daughter." "He's not my father!" A howling wolf sounded so sorrowful it tore at everyone's heart. "I'll show you," said Gretchen. "Come. Let's see what happened." The wolves followed the humans up the stairs and outside. Surrounding the entrance two women in lab coats had been eviscerated, vials near them still uncorked and four wolves with bloody jowls stood over them looking at the wolf howling balefully over a naked man with a bullet pierced chest. Other wolves standing over carcasses of dead Stasi agents stared at the wolf bitch as well. Their eyes followed the humans threateningly, but the wolf mates guarded them. The man killed by a silver bullet, Gretchen realized, was the earlier challenger for alpha status, Jack. His mournful mate glanced threateningly at Gretchen, but Wolf stood between them. Beside the door of the tour bus a golden furred wolf stood over the Colonel lying on his back, a paw keeping him down. Both of the Colonel's wrists bled; the crop and a pistol resting in the snow nearby telling why. Joseph hurried to the Colonel, pulling out a syringe and injecting its contents into the Colonel's neck. "Motherfuckers," yelled the Colonel before the effects of the contents softened his aggression. "What did he give him?' asked Maria. "Phenobarbital," Gretchen explained. "We'll see if he's up for confessing." Joseph draped the old skinny man over his shoulder and walked towards the sausage factory. The other humans followed guarded by their mates until they passed through the factory and down the stairs and into the glass and metal safe room which Karen quickly shut behind her, waving and kissing at the black wolf who bowed. The wolves darted away. Carefully lowering the Colonel onto a chair, Joseph quickly gathered up a video camera and began taping. "Colonel Ralph Foxx of the Stasi, am I correct. That's your name?" asked Gretchen. "Of course," said the Colonel blurrily but with arrogance. "And who am I?" "You're the bitch, Gretchen Mueller." "Bitch, hunh. Speaking of bitches, I heard you have a thing for wolves." "Werewolves," the Colonel mumbled. "What's that Colonel? Did you say werewolves?" "Of course. You're one." "Do I look like a werewolf?" "Of course not." "And my friends? Are they werewolves?" "Wolf," spouted the Colonel. "Wolf? We look like wolves or are you barking?" "Wolfgang. He's a werewolf and your mate." "So now you accuse me of bestiality?" "Not if you're...the same kind." "I do have a boyfriend named Wolfgang. Isn't he under your command?" "He was. He's gone rogue." "Why's that?" "I don't know. It's a full moon." "What's that got to do with anything?" "He's a werewolf." "And I am too. I heard you've been pursuing my parents. Since I'm a werewolf I presume my parents are too?" "Wolf makes you a werewolf, not them. They're just trouble." "So if you say they're werewolves, the government will imprison them?" "What? No. Of course not." "Okay. This wolf named Wolf, is he the only one?" "What do you mean? There are many werewolves. Too many. They have to be destroyed. We tried, the SS back in those days of courage and conviction." "So you're a Nazi?" "No one's a Nazi anymore." "Are you sure?" The evil grin pleased Gretchen. Yes, the creep was still a Nazi. "What I meant was," Gretchen continued, "are there any more werewolves under your command?" "I...I don't think so, though they look like regular humans." "Do you suspect anyone?" The Colonel looked worried. "Anyone could be." "About my boyfriend Wolf the wolf, you're certain he's a wolf?" "Absolutely." "How can you be certain? You said they look just like you and me. In fact you said I'm one too." The Colonel rubbed his scar. "He did this to me?" "You mean the scar?" The Colonel nodded. "He nearly killed me." "I saw how you walk. You have many scars. When did he attack you?" "1941, near here actually." "Was he human looking or was he..." "Transformed. A wolf. My comrades shot at him but killed a bitch instead. She turned back to a human and looked to be a lady in her forties." "Legend says werewolves are impervious to bullets." "We used silver bullets." "Isn't it hard to make silver bullets?" "Himmler insisted." "The general? The head of the SS?" "Yes. Great man." "If you say so. So you say my boyfriend attacked you in 1941. How old would he be now?" "I don't know. Sixty something I guess." "But if you saw Wolfgang now, I mean when he looks human of course, how old would you say he is." "He's at least sixty," boomed the Colonel. "So you say, but does he look sixty?" "No. Of course not. Werewolves don't age, or at least they age much slower than humans." "You mean they're immortal or something?" "No. Maybe. I don't know. They're mortal in that we can kill them with silver or cutting off their heads or extracting the wolf gland." "Wolf gland?" "It's at the base of the brain. It delivers enzymes that make them wolves." "You sound interested in the gland." "Yes. I need it to make me young again and to have no more pain." "Wow. Could you bottle it?" "What? I don't think so. It's extremely unstable, or at least our research seems to suggest that." "Research?" "Yes. I have a couple labs. We managed to extract these glands from the werewolves we killed during the war and have been experimenting with them." "Since the war?" "A little after, but yes." "But you still look old and crippled." The Colonel sneered. "Yes. We finally had a breakthrough thanks to my son. He got a were to tell us when the gland is at its most active." "Another werewolf?" "A werecat actually." "Werecats now?" "They turn into panthers." "Of course they do. When exactly is this so called were gland active?" "When they mate, even more so when a human transforms into a were. It happens during the mating." "So you planned on changing a human into a werewolf or werecat?" "Yes." "Who?" "My...my daughter Maria. She worked with Wolf and I thought she might fall in love. These silly creatures have a romantic streak a mile wide." "And how did that plan work?" "She's a cold hearted bitch," he said proudly. "You wanted to kill me to get your precious cure!" screamed Maria. "No, my dear.," the Colonel stated within his surprise at her presence. "Hopefully I'd just kill Wolf and extract the enzyme from your new gland. Fortunately your brother took your place, so there's no need." "My brother?" "Heinrich. You look like twins. I conceived both of you about the same time, so you're the same age. He's a brilliant chemist and quite a businessman as well." "And you had him killed?" asked Gretchen. "Hopefully not," said the Colonel without remorse. "Jesus," exclaimed Maria. Gretchen and Joseph restrained her. "Put him to sleep, Karen," Gretchen ordered. "We'll get more information in the morning." Karen injected him with a familiar sedative. "Fucking monster," Maria growled. Gretchen led the seething blonde beauty to a cot and had her lie down. They stared into each other's eyes. Gretchen leaned down and kissed her. "What..what are you doing?" asked Maria. "It seems you're part of Wolf's new harem. Nina's going to have a fit." "Nina?" "His other new wife. She's more jealous than me, but she's gorgeous like you. To tell you the truth I find you incredibly attractive in a sort of scary way, just like Nina." She kissed her again. "Uhm...I think you're an amazing woman, Gretchen." "So you don't mind sharing?" "Do I have a choice?" "If you wish to mate with Wolf, no." "Then I don't." "You're willing to become a werewolf?" "I think I'd make quite an impressive one," smiled Maria. "I believe you would," Gretchen smiled back. "Uhm girls," said Karen, gnawing on a sausage sandwich. "I thought this mating thing is monogamous." "Yeah," said Joseph. "And I can't imagine being with anyone except Reyna." "Uhm Joseph," Karen reminded him, "Remember an hour or so ago? Reyna and Sensei fucking each other silly and us watching and masturbating?" Joseph blushed. "But they're not mated." "True," Karen acknowledged. "Maybe it's an alpha thing," Gretchen suggested. "Wolf seemed to accept Nina as a mate once I...seduced her?" She kissed Maria and brushed a hand across Maria's clothed nipples. "We'll discuss it with Wolf tomorrow. He'll let us know what the gods have in mind." "The gods?" asked Maria. "Madness isn't it," Gretchen grinned. "Of course becoming a werewolf is pretty fucking insane. But the way Wolf talks about the gods, I have a feeling he's chatted with them a few times." "I think he is a god," muttered Maria fondly. "Me too," said Gretchen and they giggled. "Come lie with me, Gretchen. Let's get to know each other." "How much do you want to know?" asked Gretchen seductively while gesturing towards her friends. "You said werewolves live extra long lives. We can just scratch the surface tonight. We have decades to learn more." "So a little clothes on groping?" "Unless a deeper itch needs scratching," Maria chuckled. By the time they slept, Gretchen scratched deep learning Maria's penchant for being restrained and for painful sex play. Gretchen played the gorgeous blonde's lithe, scrumptious model like body like a gorgeous viola, amused at the thought of Nina getting her chance to dominate this seductress and surprised how much she actually got off on it as well. When they finally slept, Joseph and Karen thanked the gods for the quiet enabling them to sleep. =============== In the morning, Wolf and Nina grinned at the two naked bodies sharing the slim cot, the blanket having fallen to the floor. Nina's grin surprised Wolf since she'd been tense awaiting the meeting of a new and for her uninvited guest in her mate's bed. But seeing the loosened cloth restraints around Maria's ankles and wrists and the redness of her nipples obviously chewed on and last but certainly not least the perfection of her body and face more than pleased her. She couldn't wait her turn with the beautiful slave. "She looks like fun," Nina told Wolf. "Will you love her?" asked Wolf. "I don't think that will be a problem." "Good," Wolf replied, his sigh releasing his tension. Gretchen awoke and spied the grin on Nina's face. Grinning herself, she climbed out of bed and hugged her mates. To Wolf, her second hug, she whispered hotly, "You better mate with me first!" and chewed on his ear. "I want you now," he replied. "Good. You deserve the frustration!" =============== Awaking, the Colonel discovered his hands and feet secured to a chair just like he secured many of his victims and a familiar face leering at him centimeters from his eyes. "Katarina?" "Yes my dear," Kat smiled. She wore her fat/old latex disguise. "What the fuck are you doing here? Are you a prisoner as well?" "No my dear," she said and ripped off her disguise. "You're a..." "Werecat. An alpha actually just like Wolf." She nodded to someone across the table from her. "Wolf!" the Colonel exclaimed. He looked daggers at him and then back at Kat. "All this time..." "I betrayed you, didn't I?" Kat smiled. "It's lucky we weres are so patient and resilient. Well, not lucky for you I guess." "Bitch," grumbled the Colonel. "Actually she's the bitch," Kat gestured at Nina, the incredibly beautiful woman sitting beside Wolf. The Colonel glared at Wolf again. "Bastard." "Actually I'm the bastard here, father," Heinrich pronounced, "conceived by an Aryan whore in a Nazi government brothel." "Son, are you on their side too?" asked the Colonel as if Caesar being assassinated by Brutus. "I'm one of them now, Father. And I'm afraid having me killed for your own obsessive needs put a damper on my affection." The Colonel glared at Wolf. "Why not let your abominations rip me apart and eat me like they did my subordinates?" "Kill a Stasi colonel here?" Wolf replied smugly. "That would send the wrong message, don't you think?" "So what about the bodies? All those agents and government researches ground up as sausage meat?" "Good question, Colonel," Kat replied slyly. She stood and walked behind the Colonel, leaning down and whispering, "Nightie night," and injecting him yet again with the sedative. She licked at the puncture mark the needle caused and it disappeared. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 10 Chapter 10 Mating at Last in Gods' Valley Awaking shivering, lying on top of snow, the Colonel felt heat in waves pass over him and the snap and crackle of a fire and smelled the smoldering smoke unpleasantly tinctured with the smell of burnt flesh. He also heard the swooping noise of blades battering air. Surrounding him were Wolf and Maria and Heinrich and Bobbie and Gretchen, all of whom except Gretchen holding pistols loosely and impotently towards the ground. Raising his head, he felt a pain at his chin. Wanting to rub it, he found his wrists had been shackled behind him painfully since he lay on his back and thus on top of them. He managed to see the remains of the lodge, the last of the flames licking at blackened timbers. "Sorry, Colonel," said Wolf standing over him. "I had to slug you when you refused to settle down." A heavyset man approached the Colonel, and he realized to whom Wolf's lie had been for. The Stasi general, his boss, shook his head. "It's them, General!" shouted the Colonel. "They're all werewolves. I came here to destroy them at last!" "Sure you did, Foxx," the General sighed. Gretchen approached the General shyly. "Here's the tapes. Sorry about the deceit." "I understand," said the General, taking a small red canvas bag from her. "Being a problem inside the Stasi made for unusual counterintelligence. Your parents must be proud." "Did you manage to capture Yablonski?" asked Gretchen. "I'm afraid not. He managed to escape to the west. His works won't be welcomed in his home country, that's for sure." The General gestured at the remains of the lodge. "What happened here?" Maria reported, "Comrade General, last night we caught the Colonel limping away from here, the lodge ablaze, muttering something about insubordination and silver bullets and werewolves and such. We couldn't find any of his soldiers and most of Gretchen's troupe has gone missing. You'll find a pistol in the bag with a couple silver bullets. I'm afraid the rest of the bullets might be found lodged in the bodies of those trapped inside and burned. Major Bauer and I along with Gretchen with the help of a local nurse who injected him with a sedative, managed to interview him. The ravings of a madman I'm afraid, and they're in the sack along with video tapes Wolf took over the last few months as he became suspicious of the Colonel's mental health. Further tapes we believe had been taken by an associate of the Colonel's who had worked with him over the years on his insane research and were delivered to us via messenger. We believe Dr. Katarina Manx began questioning the Colonel's sanity several years ago but had fears for her safety. Unfortunately her fears may be well founded as she seems to have gone missing as well. She had been last seen here working in Heinrich's laboratory." "Heinrich?" asked the General. Maria gestured at the sad faced, handsome blond man standing nearby with pistol in hand. "Heinrich Foxx, the Colonel's son. He's shook up as you can imagine. His father threatened his life as well, and...finding his father to be quite mad after being such a model for him..." "I'm sorry son," the General nodded. Heinrich sadly nodded back. The General noticed a beautiful black haired woman grasping the man's hand in comfort. In fact he noticed the folks surrounding the fallen Colonel were all exceptionally beautiful or handsome. "Such fine looking Germans," he thought to himself. "They're all a bunch of fucking liars, General, don't you see?" shouted the Colonel. "Get this..." the General began angrily before interruption. "Don't be a fool General, you have to..." "You're the fool, Foxx! Muzzle him!" Instead Wolf silenced him with a fist. The General chuckled. "Muzzle him anyway, Captain, and toss him on the helicopter. Good work Majors. Report to Colonel Schilling when you return to Berlin." "Uhm about that, Comrade General," said Wolf carefully. "Would it be possible if the Major and I had a couple weeks of R and R. You see, Gretchen and I plan to be married in a couple of days and Maria, Major Braun, she's to be my, uhm, best man or whatever." The General chuckled. "Congratulations. Fine. Such work needs to be rewarded, and the processes need to be done discretely without your continued involvement, so perhaps its best to keep you out of Berlin and without assignments for let us say one month?" "Thank you Comrade General," smiled Wolf sternly. "Yes, thank you Comrade General," smiled Maria equally stern. ======== The old woman opened the door to her quaint cottage upon hearing a gentle knock. Smiling she greeted the visitors, "Hello Bobbie. Who's your handsome man?" Bobbie smiled, "This is my fiancé Heinrich, Frau Heilemann." "Oh Bobbie, that's wonderful, but what's with that Frau shit. We played together in my youth for god's sake. Call me Olga, Heinrich. Your lovely friend had a good night's sleep after we chatted. She's making sausage and eggs, bless her heart. Hungry?" "Ravenous," smiled Bobbie and they chuckled. "Thank you for helping Hilda," Heinrich said as he entered the warm abode. "I'm afraid she had a most terrifying night. Is she okay?" "Come and see," Olga said and they followed Olga into the kitchen smelling the spicy smells of sausage cooking and the rich smell of coffee. The pretty, buxom blonde hid her body in an old housecoat as she worked on the sausages and eggs. "I'll make some more if you're hungry," she asked her lovers. "Bobbie said they're ravenous," Olga chuckled. Hilda laughed nervously. "So Olga told you everything?" Bobbie asked, noticing the nerves of the barmaid. "Unh-hunh," Hilda responded. "And?" "Yes please," Hilda smiled uneasily. "Are you sure?" asked Heinrich. Turning towards the stove as she added sausages and eggs to the pots she nodded. "I love you Heinrich. You too, Bobbie. I'm sure." Bobbie kissed her neck. "It saved you, you know, loving us and us loving you." Receiving the kiss pleased Hilda, but the words made her tense. Bobbie responded to the tension, "I'm sorry I would have ended your life, sweetheart. It wouldn't have been avoidable. Just know that the Colonel intended it, not me." "I'm sorry Heinrich, but your father..." Hilda sniffled. "I'm sorry for my father. You know I'm like him. Until I met Bobbie and found a match for my...confidence shall we say, I had no room in my heart." Hilda turned to him. "You're not like him though. You sensed my needs just like Bobbie did and gave me pleasure the way I like it. Your father...used me cruelly and tossed me literally to the wolves without a gram of compassion. There's a vast difference between shame and abuse given to a submissive and brutal torture." "But...I have no models for compassion. Father made sure of it. He made sure I had no such weakness." Shaking her head and approaching him, Hilda looked up at his eyes lovingly. "You're the stronger man, Master. Being cold and heartless there's no struggle to be human, to be a real man. Your confidence as you call it, maybe I'd call it arrogance if you let me, despite your compassion, makes you quite a man." Bobbie chuckled and kissed her mate. "I agree, Hilda my love. You're the strongest man I've ever known, Heinrich, and that's what won me." "Sit you crazy kids and let Hilda finish the meal," Olga demanded cheerfully They sat and Heinrich grumbled. "Coffee, slut, now!" A thrill shivered through Hilda's body. "Yes Master," she replied with quiet submissiveness. ============ Walking surrounded by the ultimate beauty of his three very different new mates as they headed to the meeting house where Gretchen's troupe had slept, Wolf felt like the luckiest creature alive and only wished he had another hand to hold Maria's hand. Fortunately Gretchen held hands with the blonde beauty and seemed to command her through the holding. "Wolf my love," asked Gretchen, "Karen reminded me last night that wolves mate with only one partner. Not that I'm complaining," she beamed a smile at Nina and Maria, "but what happened?" "I'm not sure," Wolf replied. "And forgive me Gretchen if I'm delighted. You two know she's the alpha bitch, right?" "I understand," Nina answered tentatively. "You love her more." "No my love. She's a leader. Let's not compete about love. I love you all differently but equally, okay?" "I accept, Wolf," said Maria. Gretchen pulled on the much taller and stronger blonde's hand. "I'm sorry, Mistress. Yes Master." Maria blushed, especially when the others chuckled. "Tonight we find out what the gods have planned for us," said Wolf. "In millennia, I believe this is a first for werewolves." "Trixie said there's like a quadruple relationship involving homosexuality with Jag and Leo and Kat," Gretchen pointed out. "Yes, Gretch," Wolf explained. "That's old news. Cats aren't mated monogamously as a norm, but they do tend to bond closely as same sex friends and share the bonded friendship with a bonded friendship of the opposite sex. It adds to the possibility and viability of procreation although even then these past few decades they've proven sterile at least hopefully until now." "Uhm, Master? How exactly are you going to ask the gods?" asked Maria. "I know," Wolf said. "Sounds crazy." "Being a werewolf sounds crazy, Master." "Of course. It's what keeps our secret as we demonstrated with the humiliation of the madman. Talking with the gods, well, even Nina's skeptical." "It's an alpha thing," Nina explained. "Some of us lesser weres have doubts. It helps to perpetuate the importance of the alpha." "Like high priests or something," Gretchen remarked. "Exactly, Gretchen," Nina smiled. Gretchen's intelligence continually impressed her, especially for a human less than half her own age. "But I never doubted it. Just looking at Wolf when he talks about the gods makes me certain." "Tonight you'll know for sure," Wolf told her, squeezing her hand lovingly. "Tonight?" Gretchen shouted. "What about mating? I'm not waiting another second more than I have to!" Wolf laughed loudly. "I promise I will fuck you the instant the sun sets. I want it as much as you." "You had Nina last night," Gretchen grumped. "And I wished I had you too. If it hadn't been necessary, you'd have been well fucked by now." "He means it, Gretch," said Nina. "You'd have been first." "Then I'm glad we waited," Gretchen stated. "Really?" Nina gasped. "Yes. Because you've been his friend for so long. You've needed him and desired him and prayed for last night to happen for decades, haven't you?" The brunette beauty sniffled, releasing her hand from Wolf's and lifted Gretchen into her powerful arms and hugged her. "I love you, Gretchen." "I love you, too, my beautiful new friend," Gretchen choked out. Nina lowered her to her feet gently. "Sorry." Gretchen giggled. "I love your strength and your passion, Nina. I can't wait to hug you that hard." Nina kissed her sweetly on the lips. "Me neither." As they approached the meeting hall, Wolf's brother Harry approached them, a surprisingly broad smile on the serious, quiet man's face. Though similar in features being of the same litter, Harry stood a couple centimeters taller with a thinner frame and a smoother, less scarred and thus less rugged visage. Beside him, his long arms draped over their shoulders, walked Laika, his mate of several decades, Sensei's daughter and Reyna's cousin, and another brunette beauty, Linda, cute and full figured, a member of Gretchen's troupe. Gretchen noticed, along with a glow of satisfaction emanating from Linda as well as Laika, that her comrade performer, usually on the fleshy side, looked firmer and more beautiful than she had ever seen her. "You look amazing," Gretchen told her troupe member. Linda's grin widened, revealing the cute little gap in her upper front teeth. "I feel amazing," she said, glancing lovingly at her new mate. "It seems the gods have finally removed the curse and with quite a flourish," Wolf smiled. Harry nodded. "I predict a village full of pups in nine months. It's strange though, isn't it? Laika took to Linda immediately, not the usual reaction from a mate towards a challenger when in human form. Of course my big brother has to have one more beautiful mate than the rest of us." "Satisfying three randy werewolves," Laika observed wryly, "and three strong females. You think that's better? They'll fuck him to an early grave." Gretchen and Maria and Nina blushed but laughed with the others. Gretchen asked Linda, "How did you meet?" Harry explained, "The quickest courtship in history." "I found my hero." Linda glanced at her mate fondly, rubbing his thick arm. Harry continued his explanation, "As we feared, the Stasi goon left here to watch the troupe had orders to kill them if he didn't hear from the Colonel at a specified time. Unfortunately we were delayed too long to rescue the troop. Yablonski took forever to become convinced Gretchen had ratted him out and needed to flee immediately to our porous checkpoint. His boyfriend, an important reason he resisted, actually convinced him to go and let him take the heat." "Poor sweet Simon," Gretchen sighed. "He's the most radical of us all and Connie's true muse. I used to confide in him my fear of capture and he told me he'd relish it. I used to tease him about all those fresh cocks. He didn't deny that, the slut, but he insisted he intended to organize the prisoners. Radicalize them. I knew the General's trust in my betrayal of my cousin hinged on Simon taking the fall for him. And we used Michael as scapegoat for Connie's foreknowledge so Simon's tortured confession would go easier." "Simon performed his duty and kicked his lover out finally," Harry continued. "But by the time it had been resolved the sun had set and Laika and I had to fight to stay human and finish business. The couple who let us use their phone had locked themselves into their bedroom in fear for their lives. Resolved to finish business, we headed to the meeting hall next door, snuck through the back door and found the troupe dead, shot with silver bullets, except for Linda." "All of them?" moaned Gretchen, envisioning her troupe, once vital, being murdered. Anger and sadness mixed heatedly in her eyes. "We should have flayed the skin off that motherfucker. He's getting off too easy." "I know, my love," Wolf said gently, pulling her into his arms and feeling her tears on his shoulder. "We had to make sure he remained alive and blamed and taken as a crazy man." "His complete vanquishing, his loss of dignity, his defeat is the greater torture," Maria added. "Believe me." Gretchen's head nodded against Wolf's shoulder. Linda shakily took over the narrative, "The fucking Stasi goon tore open my shirt and sliced open my pants and had his dick in his hand ready to rape me when instantaneously I saw my hero standing where the fucker had stood, the fucker's knife which had been at my neck in Harry's hand bloody from the Stasi goon's neck gash, Harry's strong hand reaching towards me. 'You okay?' he asked me as I gripped his hand and he lifted me. I looked into his soulful eyes, the depth there and the concern blowing me away. Practically naked, I hugged him as I shivered. Then I smelled his rich smell, the smell of dawn in the forest. He sniffed too and I felt him harden. Terrified no more of being raped, I wanted to be ravaged by my savior. I clung to him like a vine and kissed him. I wanted him then and I wanted him forever. When I opened my eyes, his eyes looked past me with concern. He said, 'Laika, smell.' I turned my head and saw Laika changing into a wolf, growling." "I never talked faster in my life," Harry smiled sadly. "Explaining the seemingly impossible as its proof happened before poor Linda's eyes." Linda shrugged. "I could be with this man for decades, over a century, be as strong as him, and I like women too and especially this incredibly sexy woman I had seen before she transformed and I wanted her as much as him so I agreed and he mated with me and his mate and it was the most glorious sex I ever had and we transformed and ate the Stasi fucker and it tasted like manna from heaven and frolicked through night in the forest and this morning when I changed back I loved my new tight body and the strength I had carrying my poor dead comrades into the tour bus and over to the lodge to be burned with the others." She finally took a breath and sighed. "The most terrible and the most wonderful night of my life, and a terrible and wonderful morning with death and love all wrapped around themselves, but love, the love of my hero, the love of Laika my sister wife, triumphed." "I'm happy for you, Linda," said Gretchen. "But you haven't changed yet," Linda noticed. "Tonight," Gretchen replied. "And I can't wait." "Me neither," said Maria. "Me neither," smiled Wolf, hugging the humans against his sides. A Volkswagen van pulled off the highway soon afterward and parked beside the hall and Trixie and her new werecat family emerged. Like Linda, Trixie looked radiant and more beautiful and firmer than ever. The crowd walked to a nearby restaurant and stuffed themselves with sausages and sauerkraut for a late brunch. During the meal, Trixie, Linda and Gretchen discussed a new Courage Players. "We'll recruit the cleverest of Yablonski's collaborators," Gretchen suggested. "And we'll put on the Merchant of Venice as Karl and I intended with the propaganda heavy handed and give a laugh to those in the know while seemingly appeasing the regime." Linda sniffled. "I took those pieces of silver. I planned on being traitor to the cause." Shaking her head, Gretchen responded, "I don't blame you a bit. This is a scary place we live in. You had a chance to do what you love and get paid well. I have a feeling if Karl had survived, he'd have done exactly what I plan to do and subvert the message." "Still..." "Don't worry about it, honey," said Trixie. "We're back on track and flaunting our stuff in bright lights instead of shadows. And speaking of flaunting, do you guys play instruments?" "Drums," Linda replied, blushing. The others looked surprised. Linda shrugged, "My brother played and I bugged him enough to teach me." "Cello," said Gretchen. "It's the closest I could get to a Chinese stringed instrument which I loved when we visited Beijing. And my parents could afford it. I'm not very good, kind of screechy the way Chinese play I guess." "Perfect!" shouted Trixie. "Guitar, bass and drums. All I need is a pianist." "Leo plays brilliantly," Kat suggested. "No," Trixie shook her head. "Why not?" asked Kat. "I have this band name and it wouldn't work." "What's the name?' asked Gretchen grinning wryly, knowing it had to be amusing. "Pussycat and Her Three Bitches." The table chuckled. Laika spoke up shyly, "I'd like to play piano if Leo could teach me." "Cool!" spouted Trixie. "How about a synthesizer?" asked Wolf. "That would be awesome," Trixie responded. "Why?" "I'd love to build you one." Gretchen smiled at her mate, pride mixed with amusement, "You and your tech gadgets." "And you'll need some filtering earplugs. You're more sensitive to sound now," said Wolf contemplatively, making the rest of the group chuckle. ========== Nearing sunset, Wolf gathered his three soul mates and returned to his cabin. The tunnel that began there seemed to stretch past a kilometer when Wolf opened a door and pulled out a four seat electric cart most often seen on golf courses. Gretchen sat next to him as they drove further in the seemingly endless tunnel. She nestled against him, her hand rubbing his hardening groin. His hand reached under her skirt which she wore for this exact purpose and pressed the thin cloth of her panties into her slit and especially at the top. She pulled aside the gusset for his big fingers to gain direct access to her hot, slippery cunt. Moaning, it increased when Maria caressed her nipples and breathed hotly into her ear. "Feel Wolf's incredible flesh spear," Maria whispered. "He's going to fuck you into oblivion. He'll fuck you with his gorgeous and dangerous weapon until you cum like a banshee shaking the walls with your lusty screams. And he'll keep fucking you until you quiver like gelatin and turn into a puddle of flesh steaming with the heat of ecstasy." A Full Moon Phase Ch. 10 A relentlessly building libido suddenly got shaken when the cart headed for a solid wall without slowing. In fact it seemed to be picking up speed. Everybody but Wolf screamed when the cart met the wall. Instead of crashing, it penetrated the wall as if passing through wet dough. Paradise surrounded them: a fern grotto smelling of rich earth and abundant vegetation and refreshed by cool water. The latter's source could be seen half a kilometer away where a tall waterfall fell from a verdant mountain. Wolf headed directly for the falls. Chirping noises proved to be tiny naked females with wings, chattering and laughing as they swooped past the cart. They hovered and gazed at Gretchen and Maria with awe. "Humans! No way! What else? Don't know! Must be! They are! Humans! They know!" "Don't worry," Wolf chuckled. "They'll be one of us soon." "Better be!" said a fairy. "I promise." The fairies flew off, skeptical. Nymphs and satyrs stopped playing in the stream and gazed perplexed at the intruders. In turn, the women gazed in wonder at the mythical, beautiful, naked creatures. At the waterfall, Wolf stopped the cart. "Welcome to the Valley of Gods. Please strip naked." He stripped and the ladies followed suit. While stripping, another cart emerged out of the mist that obscured vision on the other side of the stream. Leo and Kat and Trixie got out of their cart and stripped, smiling back at their smiling friends. Once naked, they entered under the waterfall and into a vast cave filled with crystals hanging down like stalactites, gleaming like diamonds. The walls glowed golden. The air smelled like roses. It seemed the cave had formed naturally into some sort palace of decadent opulence. The decadence magnified by the sounds echoing off the walls: sighs and groans and flesh impacting flesh. The gods frolicked in an orgy. At least ten stunningly gorgeous creatures and a couple of rather gruesome ones, all human looking, licked and sucked and penetrated each other. Occurring at the very back of the vast cave, the weres and humans slowly became able to pick out the particulars of the event as they approached. A god and a goddess, perfectly proportioned, the male dark haired and the female blonde but both with similar facial features lifted their heads above the mass of churning bodies on different sides of it and smiled. "Wolf. Kat. How delightful," said the female. "Copulate and transform the humans and we'll speak afterwards," said the male. In front of the orgy the ground like a large padded mat had an infinite softness and yet resilience enough not to sink deep when pressing on it. Wolf led Gretchen to the center and laid her on her back. He kissed her mouth deeply before moving it lower to the places his hand occupied. Her hand stayed squeezing and pulling on his penis throughout his exploration. She let him build her already high pleasure even higher, enjoying his gentle sucking of her nipples and the strokes of fingers deep inside her pussy and up inside at her g-spot and all around her clit. She mewled with frustration when he bypassed her pussy with his mouth and kissed down to her feet, travelling along her sensitive inner thighs, and suckled her toes. Slowly he moved back towards the center of her need and at last his tongue pressed against her clit. "Yes!" she screamed in complete orgasm. When he continued licking she demanded, "Fuck me now!" and he did. Holding her buttocks in each hand, his mouth capturing her mouth, he let Gretchen guide his glans to her needy center. After all, she had kept holding it throughout. "Oh! Gods!" she moaned as he finally pierced her folds with his bulbous cockhead and opened up new space inside. "At last!" she moaned, feeling his lengthy descent as he pushed relentlessly until she felt him at her greatest depths tapping dangerously at her cervix. But his pubic bone meeting hers informed her of their perfect fit. Quivering on the edge of a second orgasm, his thrusts receding to near escape and then a rush of motion sending it deep only repeated thrice before she screamed in her climax, "Take me now! Make me yours!" His thrusts quickened within her orgasm and his fangs extended and pierced the base of her neck. "Fuck!" she screamed as she peaked beyond anything she ever felt before, her blood burning in ecstasy as the enzymes mixed with it. Then she went silent and inert. The golden glow of the walls glistened off his massive and ultra rigid cock when it emerged from her depths. The gods and the mortals admired it as they had admired the intense fuck while playing with whatever genital or erogenous zone happened to be nearby. Maria and Nina separated from their sex play heading in two directions. Nina leaned over her sister mate and sent her fangs into Gretchen's neck while Maria joined Wolf and let him make love to her as he had to Gretchen except with far less gentleness. In fact when Nina finished mating her enzymes with Gretchen she joined Wolf in sending Maria into ecstasy with bites and scratches along the lithe woman's torso, inner thighs and especially her breasts and nipples. Writhing and screaming with pleasure and pain, Maria found herself suffocating from Nina's pussy pressing against her mouth to silence her and keep her still. Wolf's powerful hands threatened to bruise her small buttocks keeping them still as he aimed and pressed his big cock inside her clinging and remarkably tight cunt. Unlike with Gretchen, he thrust hard and fast, slamming his bone against hers. When Maria's entire body trembled, Nina lifted her cunt off her and let Wolf pierce her neck. The scream of pure pleasure echoed off the walls of the huge cave and ended abruptly in her oblivion. The main event delayed for an hour, immortals and mortals returned to distracted sex play. Poor Wolf had to sustain his erection all that time which Nina enjoyed abundantly with soft intercourse, and when Wolf threatened climax, lovely cunnilingus. Beside them, Leo had no such worries as his two women alternated between being fucked and enjoying Leo's tongue. When he spent inside Kat, the ladies shared bringing his cock back to useful condition. The second bout, Kat let Trixie fuck her lover for the fifteen minutes it took for Leo to cum again while she sucked at their joining, played with Trixie's clit and shoved fingers into both lovers' anuses. Her manipulations brought Trixie to a sustained plateau which peaked into several orgasms. Having ridden him for most of the fuck, Trixie knelt and waved her butt and Leo took the hint and shoved his cock deeper than ever inside her from behind. When she concentrated briefly between orgasms, she suckled on Kat's luscious pussy. Feeling Leo's hot spend inside, she collapsed, but found her butt lifted and the contents of her pussy lapped out by both Leo and Kat. Consciousness neared for Gretchen as she changed her breathing and muttered in her sleep. Wolf quickly separated from Nina and knelt beside Gretchen and sent his fangs through her abdomen and into her uterus where her egg awaited a microscopic pin prick and filling with were enzymes. She awoke, stretching out her arms, smiling as soon as his tongue lapped away the wound. He knee walked between her legs and Nina guided his cock inside her. Five quick thrusts and Gretchen penetrating his neck with her brand new fangs, sending her enzymes to complete the mating, Wolf's cock throbbed, exploding with an abundance of sperm which swam through her throbbing, milking cervix and into her uterus. Immediately tackling him, Nina sent his last spurts outside Gretchen's pussy as she sucked his cock with relentless expertise and felt the sag that had begun its natural course to post orgasmic flaccidness halted and his hardness returning. Meanwhile Gretchen pulled Maria to where Wolf's fangs could descend and pierce Maria's abdomen. Hard enough, his cock pointing towards the curved roof of the cave soon became engulfed in the newly awakened Maria's pussy, Gretchen helping her sister lover straddle him and ride it for the mating. It took all three women, Maria fucking him with her talented cunt muscles squeezing his cock with each stroke and Gretchen stroking his balls and rubbing his prostrate with a middle finger slicked by her own juices and Nina sucking on and whispering nasty words and hot breath into his ear. Finally Maria's new fangs sent the ecstasy promoting enzymes into his blood stream releasing his second series of geysers filled with far less semen and seed into the depths of his newest mate. Her fangs pulled out, Nina licking the wounds, Maria screamed ecstatically when she felt the burning ejaculate in her depths. Everyone changed into their animal--wolves and panthers--and made ready to escape into the outside valley. But a voice stopped them. "Wait," the male voice was heard deep inside them. "You have destroyed the last of the ogres that threatened your life and your land. We reward you this moon with fecundity and new blood to enrich your weakening breed. We have given you wolves the gift of multiple mates. It will sustain, these matings, but wolves will ever after return to monogamy. You may frolic in our garden for the night. You may hunt and feast upon the one you call Diana's flock of deer. When you awaken, you will find yourselves at home in Kat's and Wolf's bed. Maria, you are mated, however your fecundity shall be delayed for several seasons. You and Wolf must be vigilant. Be wary of sweet strangers. Like sugar they bring rot. Especially you, Trixie. Follow your passion, but avoid its distractions and temptations. You are our sons and daughters and we love you. Go!" As if a gate had been opened, the wolves and panthers sprinted out of the cave. They played together with roughness as was their wont. Each kind hunted a deer and enjoyed its delicious, otherworldly meat and blood. They frolicked throughout the valley, finding all sorts of terrain to enjoy. In their mortal land, the sun approached the horizon. They curled up together in two groups-wolves and panthers--and slept. A Full Moon Phase Ch. 11 Epilogue Ten Years Later. "You didn't exactly converse with the gods," said Trixie testily, angrily chopping the cocaine on a mirrored coffee table with a razor blade. "More they commanded you and you had nothing to say back. If you did, I'm sure they'd have ignored it." Kat sighed. Removing her coat, she sat beside her true love and grabbed the chopping hand, holding it still with a power few could resist. Trixie had achieved quite a lot of strength in her ten years as a werecat but hadn't gotten nearly as strong as her alpha, best friend and true love. She fought for a moment but let go of resistance. "This is the sweetness and the rot Yashaw warned us about," Kat spoke gently. "It's what's seeping through the cracking wall, the purest form decadence takes, the kind the proselytizers warned us about in the regime and weren't overstating. It's what Wolf and Maria focused on these past few years to circumvent capturing rebels. Why do you need this?" "Oh Kat," Trixie sobbed, dropping the razor blade and embracing her lover. Her mouth ending up beside Kat's ear, she choked out whispers, "When they exiled me for being too much trouble to the Democratic Republic of Germany, I thought I'd achieved success. My plan finally worked. But I left everyone behind, even myself in a way, becoming 'Beatrix' the punk rock diva. No longer 'Pussycat' with her three bitches. Gretch and Nina and Linda let me be the outrageous one as I intended. I made records here in West Berlin with stray talent. A major label promoted me enough for substantial though rarely chart entering let alone topping success. I fucked around as I toured the world, fucking my bandmates and some of my more outrageous fans. But every night I found myself alone wishing you were here. So I needed to fill the emptiness. Cocaine made me forget, made me numb, made me wilder than ever. But it became more of a focus than even my music. I stopped thinking except thinking of getting high. I stopped trying except trying to get more cocaine. Only those full moon nights when I crossed the border and joined you and Leo and Jag and became a beast of true nature did I have any joy." "Why didn't you say anything?" Kat asked. "And bum you out? I could see the joy in your eyes when I came home. The fun we had tying each other up and making each other crazy with lust made my unhappiness unimportant. And seeing our kittens grow in those monthly increments..." The sobs racked her body. "Why did I give you a key to my apartment?" "Because you loved it when I came to visit," smiled Kat. "And maybe because I was meant to discover your illness, your addiction, and save you." Trixie chuckled roughly through her choked throat, "You're always right." "Not always." "Yes always, my brilliant and wise doctor. But...why are you here?" Kat chuckled and moved Trixie's head so their eyes could meet. "Haven't you heard? They're tearing down the wall! No more sneaking through borders. No more worries about the placement of our own as border guards. No more stupid puppet government. We won!" "Gods I must have disappeared from the world not knowing that!" said Trixie annoyed with herself. She grabbed the mirrored table and flung it against the wall, the powder a dust cloud raining onto the floor. Kat said nothing but her smile beamed. The phone rang. Trixie picked it up. "Michael! I heard! We'll meet you at the Gate. Kat's here. They must have come over together. About time. Then you can meet my kittens! Of course I'll take your virginity! Are you sure?" Trixie laughed. "So that's why you insisted I blow you. No, I only resisted because I thought it played to your game. If I had truly resisted I could have thrown you out the window without any effort. I love your sweet cum and your pretty dagger. I can understand Jag's and Leo's love of it. I can't wait to feel it thrusting and cumming in my slutty cunt. Half hour? We'll be there. We love you." During the triumphant chaos of the demolishing of the Berlin wall, Kat received a call on her fancy new cellular phone. "We'll be there as soon as we can. The traffic's a bitch," she said into the small receiver. "Who's that?" asked Trixie. "Wolf wants us to help them pack." =============== What with their combined success and with appreciation of services to the regime, though it had all been on their terms and sneaky, Wolf and Gretchen and Maria lived together in one of the more opulent apartments in the drab city of East Berlin. Nina remained in the Black Forest mothering their offspring. Gretchen had become a star, leading the Courage Players in several productions she penned with the collaboration of the troupe. After the ridiculous propaganda of the Merchant of Venice, though it gained them their stature, she kept to amusing and witty comedies and musicals lightening the dark shadows of life beneath the Berlin Wall. Even the serious dramas never failed to uplift at the end. Audiences appreciated them wherever they performed, whether in cities or in the countryside. The regime even let the troupe tour Western Europe and America as well as Eastern block nations and Russia. Their trust in her allowed her and her fellow thespians chances to meet with western artists and intellectuals, learning the truth of the free world and communicating their own situation. The only concern they had during these tours was full moons on the road. Their bodyguards/keepers/official East German watchdogs (so to speak) found safe woods or wilderness unoccupied by humans in which their wolves and cats could frolic. By the time they began touring the world, everyone of the troupe had been mated and become weres. Humans that hadn't fallen in love with a were found themselves gently forced out of the troupe. Having two Stasi watchdogs accompanying the troupe helped the regime with trust issues. Maria and Wolf, free from the prying eyes of the ever vigilant spies of their own Stasi agency, managed to communicate intelligence with their equals in various western countries. The contacts and assurances they gained during the tour allowed the current transition from puppet regime to joining their western brethren in restoring Germany to wholeness to happen without acrimony towards them as Stasi enforcers. They knew about the collapse of the wall and the regime before most everyone else and in a small but significant way helped smooth the pavement for its inevitability. Interpol offered them positions as investigators. The united Germany didn't quite trust them to take similar positions in the government. Maria accepted the offer. Wolf requested a less involved position as technical and computer consultant, allowing him to tinker with gadgets and create new spy gear which he intended to patent along with contraptions he had already designed and used but kept to himself before. ================== In the former East Berlin, now a whole Berlin, the werecats greeted the werewolves with open arms, hugs and kisses, none more so than between Trixie and Gretchen. Though they converged near each other once a month, Trixie had kept her distance from her friend for years. "Why have you been a stranger?" Gretchen finally asked. Trixie sighed and confessed, "Remember Yashaw's message ten years ago? I succumbed to that rotten sugar. Kat never noticed because our love blinded her, but I knew you'd see through it and...yell at me or scold me or something." Gretchen saw the unhealthy skin of her pale friend and nodded. "Cocaine?" With Trixie's troubled nod, Gretchen did scold her. "We used our position as a rock band to capture the fuckers that pushed that shit. You knew it was poison!" "I got...weak. Lonely and weak. But...no more. I'm staying home with my love, maybe help with her clinic." "Come join the troupe then!" Gretchen exclaimed. "We need a spark of creativity!" "I'd like that," smiled Trixie and embraced her friend. "No more Beatrix," she sighed into Gretchen's nearby ear. "She's dead and buried. What a relief." "But I've got all your albums!" Gretchen shouted when they parted their embrace. They laughed. Michael looked dismayed at the werecats and werewolves. Seeing Jag and Leo nearly unchanged had been kind of thrilling, but seeing all of these ageless beauties together made him curse his choice. "I could have stayed young. Who wants an aging faggot?" he remarked. "I don't know," Leo smiled. "You look quite distinguished in your old age. I rather like the look." "And nary a wrinkle on your pretty face," Jag added, caressing Michael's smooth, pale, early thirties cheek. "Okay, I'm not quite at the old fart stage," Michael admitted. "And it took me fucking ten years to fucking seduce you!" shouted Trixie with mock annoyance, her hip cocked sexily. Everyone laughed, delighting in Trixie's wicked and infectious humor. It took a little over an hour to fill the rented truck with Wolf's and his mates' possessions. The time would have been double without the weres' super human strength. They had left much of the furniture, especially the obscenely large bed custom made by a skilled werewolf carpenter. A matching one, even larger, filled the enlarged bedroom in the cabin in the hamlet in the forest. Linen to fit it had been constructed by an expert seamstress of the werecat kin, sister to Leo and crafter of the Courage Troupe's costumes. The bulk of the possessions belonged to Wolf. Emptying his always necessary locked room full of technological gadgets, his overcrowded workshop had helped to fill the rented truck to near capacity. "Such a geek," Gretchen shook her head, gazing at the truck full of Wolf's inventions, using a western word relatively new to Eastern Block vocabulary. She hugged the rugged man and kissed him. "But you're my geek." He returned the kiss just as fondly, "And you're my diva." Before they drove off for their true home, Kat spoke up. "Let's gather in the empty living room and talk." Once gathered, sitting on the bare wooden floor, she leaned against Wolf. "I think it's time to meet with the gods. It will enable Trixie's and Maria's eggs to be more receptive to conception. You're ready, aren't you Maria?" "More than ready," Maria agreed. "I love my mates' pups, but I can't help feeling left out somehow not having my own. And maybe a little jealous?" she confessed. Kat nodded and Wolf squeezed Maria's hand and kissed her gently and with utter affection. "Trixie?" Kat inquired. "Fuck yeah!" Trixie shouted, jumping on Michael, smothering him in kisses and rubbing her groin against his. Except the two of them, everyone laughed. ============== The divisiveness of the meeting of weres was palatable. Mostly Bobbie created the division. "I'm the CEO of the vitamin and the sausage companies. You're a fucking clinician of some out of the way rural fucking clinic," she shouted at Kat standing angrily on the stage facing her. "I'm the business leader here. I should be the alpha, too." Murmurs of agreement revealed her more popular status amongst her kin compared to her late brother ten years before. Kat seethed. She knew such a change would be destructive to her clan. Bobbie had proven leadership qualities which weakened her own place as alpha, but lacked the necessary compassion. She also realized Bobbie had been working for years to hone her fighting ability just for this moment, and the challenger's intelligence in sussing out Kat's strategy easily equaled her own. The fragility of her dominance scared her and removed her usual cool bearing. Wolf restrained her and leaned into her ear and shushed her. Turning her angry face to Wolf, his confident smile somehow calmed her. "The stupid puppet regime is finally dead," Bobbie continued. "Change is everywhere. Why not here? Why not now?" Her supporters murmured assent. "Is that all?" asked Wolf calmly. Bobbie looked at him grimly but baffled. She nodded. "Then please take a seat." She sat in a huff, Heinrich rubbing her back to calm her. "I know it's been a rule of law to challenge an alpha to a fight to show dominance or whatever. But it's been millennia since we accepted this rule. Don't you think we're more civilized by now? Yes, it's the animal in us that makes such fights seemingly necessary. But think about it. How much are we truly animals and how much are we more human? How often are we ruled by our feral nature? One thirtieth of our lives. Just two nights a month. What about the rest of the time? Haven't we scholars amongst us that have spent centuries improving on the knowledge of mankind? Haven't we doctors who have added to man's curative powers despite our own kind's lack of need for it? Haven't we writers and composers and architects and artists and craftsmen who have wrought great things, spending years in their craft, centuries in fact to create beautiful things equal and greater than any human has achieved? Yes there's joy in becoming wolves and cats, more fun than anything else we experience. But as far as joy goes, what about the joy of loving your mate to the full extent of your heart? And seeing the puppies and kittens as newborns and youths and mature adults, proud and thrilled by their every discovery and development. That's us being human. "You mentioned the change of government. Let's examine that. We all know the Democratic part of the name of the former East Germany was ludicrous as much as socialism in National Socialism or Russia's socialist republic was ludicrous. Rulers rule and peasants submit in these dictatorships. We're now a part of representative democracy for good or bad, but it sure tastes more like freedom when the people actually have votes that basically count and a chance to speak their minds without imminent threat from my own Stasi agents. There are concerns of course, mostly economic with market capitalism threatening to distance the haves and have nots to perhaps a dangerous degree. Luckily we're small enough here to spread the wealth to both the weres and our human brethren we have managed to coexist with for many centuries." "What are you getting at?" shouted Bobbie impatiently gaining more murmurs of support. "Simple. We now actually live in a democracy. Why not celebrate it? Why not vote for your alpha instead of some silly fight?" "What?' murmured through the weres. Bobbie stood, smiling smugly. "If she doesn't wish to accept the challenge than I win." "I believe the gods feel otherwise," Wolf argued. "How convenient," Bobbie responded. "Okay then," Wolf smiled. "Let's test it. Let's vote on our alphas, both of us. Just for shits and giggles fellow weres, but vote like you mean it. It can't hurt and it might just evolve us to more civilized creatures. If as you say Kat does not submit to your challenge in a fight but only in an election, she would seemingly forfeit her alpha status unless the gods have agreed to move us out of the dark ages. Are we agreed?" "How will you test this?" asked Bobbie. "Only the alphas and those they mate with can present themselves to the gods and communicate with them," Wolf explained. "So you say," Bobbie replied smugly. "Oh I have proof. After this meeting we will see if you pass muster and have claimed alpha status. I'm afraid if you don't, it's going to be a rather painful message." "What do you mean?" asked Bobbie, her arms crossed defiantly. "You'll find out. So let's vote. Oh, are there any challengers to my status?" No one challenged. "Let's vote anyway for me. It's good for the ego. Only werewolves please. All in favor of my retaining alpha status say aye." A resounding aye filled the underground hall. "Nays?" Silence. Then chuckling and laughter. "I guess I'm still alpha. Okay werecats..." "Wait!" Bobbie stood. "Don't we need to speak our agenda?" "More profits. More wealth. More protection. Less human interaction. Expansion of research and distribution to benefit the companies. Contraction of stipends for weres to study frivolous things or pursue frivolous, non were activities. Have I covered your speech?" Wolf offered. "Well...Yes," Bobbie admitted. "We are weres after all and not humans. We must add to our coffers and concentrate more on improving our clans." She sat, smiling. "Very good," Wolf nodded. "And Kat...she's been our alpha for awhile and we know her ways. Do you wish to add anything to that, Kat?" "I agree, Wolf," Kat smiled. "You all know me." "Good. All those in favor, and cats only please, of Bobbie taking over as your alpha?" The ayes were disturbingly loud, but nowhere near the loudness of Wolf's ayes. "Opposed?" The nays resounded at least a decibel or two louder. "The nays have it, but let's be sure. Say aye if you wish Kat to retain alpha status. One, two, three..." If anything the noise of affirmation increased. "Nays?" The nays sounded quieter than the earlier ayes. "Everyone agrees then that Kat has won the vote? Good. Now Moira of the werecats and Glen of the werewolves, you are our elders. Would you join us in proof of the gods' approval of our new alpha election?" The elders, both looking to be in their late forties, joined the alphas on the stage when Kat pronounced softly and wearily, "Meeting's adjourned." Kat's and Wolf's mates joined them on stage, Michael being pulled there by Trixie. Bobbie joined them as did Heinrich who nodded at Kat showing no enmity. His mate's hatred for the killer of her brother and his mate and her best friend wasn't shared by him. He thought highly of his former research partner, both her intelligence and cleverness at disguising her age for so many years. He felt Bobbie would be the better alpha though. "Who's the faggot?" Bobbie glared at Michael. "He's my faggot, little bobcat," said Jag proudly. "You can't have him." "As if I'd..." "Shut the fuck up, you heartless cunt," Kat roared. Somehow Bobbie thought it better not to arouse the ire of both Kat and her brother. Heinrich hadn't proven to be the skilled fighter she'd hoped for, though he continually improved. Having to battle the alpha and her brother would end badly. With a bravery unavailable to him ten years before, bravery absorbed from his mentor and sometimes lover Yablonski and clandestine meetings with Gretchen's parents who played at the edge of danger as they voiced carefully chosen dissent towards the powers that be while assisting the underground rebels financially, Michael approached the powerful and beautiful black haired werecat and announced, "I'm sorry I helped to cause your brother's death, Bobbie. I wish my cowardly foolishness hadn't ended up hurting you so deeply." "What?" Bobbie roared. "You're that pathetic little human?" Her attack halted immediately by Jag and Kat. "Listen closely, you conniving cunt," Kat breathed into Bobbie's ear while Jag kept a claw near her gland and his fangs hovering near her jugular. "It hurt me to destroy your brother, and even more his lovely mate Ossie, but I commanded him along with the rest of the werecats to leave Michael alone. His extreme arrogance resisted my command. He defied his alpha even after losing poorly in his challenge. If he left well enough alone he would be alive. But he defied me, challenger. Do you understand?" Bobbie nodded. Wolf looked down at the restrained werecat and sighed. "Ten years ago, both challengers died the very night they challenged us. Coincidence perhaps? Perhaps the gods scorn such petty rebellion. Do you wish to find out now?" Bobbie shook her head and Kat and Jag released her. Standing she glared at Michael who returned her glare with sad eyes. Her eyes softened and her anger dissolved. She actually smiled at the pale and fragile looking human. "You're a brave fucker," she admitted. Michael smiled back. "Thanks. I only wish I'd been brave back then." "Me too. You're a man now." A Full Moon Phase Ch. 11 "I'd rather be a cat like you." Chuckling, Bobbie replied, "You'll make a fine addition. Being both brave and strong will make you formidable." At thirty-three, his soft body and face had tightened, Michael contemplated. Not the pretty boy so much. Vanity had brought him to work on his developing paunch and it showed definition. But yeah, in a fight he'd surely lose, probably flailing like a girl. Nodding at the scary beauty, he told her, "I guess I'm still your typical fairy wuss." Wolf chuckled, "You're no fairy, Michael. I've met a few and you look nothing like them. You'll see in a little while. They'll be most fascinated with you." Heinrich and Bobbie looked puzzled as did the elders. Alphas never discussed the incidentals when meeting the gods. It was like a dream to them, cherished, private and personal. Never warned not to, they figured it was safest to relate the message rather than describe the messenger or his or her world which the alphas for at least a millennium barely remembered anyway. Perhaps having shared the experience with an unprecedented amount of mates and enjoying it so heartily caused Wolf to recall it vividly compared to previous alphas' memories of the encounters as a vague and misty dream wherein the message became the only thing of clarity, Wolf figured why not leak out the fabulous land of his progenitors. While the uninitiated looked puzzled, the alphas and their mates looked dreamy, smiling goofy smiles. Only Michael retained a unique reaction. His smile revealed excited anticipation. "Cool," he said. ============== Maybe luck or the gods' intuition, but Wolf had built electric carts for his children, allowing the two elders to trail behind and observe the gods' choice of werecat alpha. They followed behind Kat's cart as they travelled through a similar tunnel as the wolves', built as hideaways during WWII but which the cats only used for storage since being underground bothered them. At the approach of the seemingly impenetrable wall at full speed, Michael, Heinrich and Bobbie screamed. Trixie grumbled, "I hate this part." Both Bobbie and Heinrich lost consciousness at the impact, their faces, defensive arms, torsos and legs badly bruised. A minute later they painfully regained consciousness. Several minutes later their bruises and abrasions disappeared. Heinrich stood and examined the smooth wall. "Sold rock," he concluded. "I should battle her anyway," spat Bobbie. "Bobbie?" Heinrich shook his head. "Alright. Fuck it. I'm still CEO. I'm the business alpha of both clans." "None better," Heinrich smiled, lifting his true love to her feet and embracing her. "I'm a cold assed cunt, Heinrich." "Not to me, my love. You're hotter than lava." "Only for you. But what I mean is I couldn't have killed Pan even if he was a pansy and a bore and an ingrate. And Ossie...But even if it had been her own brother, and I know she loved Ossie just like everyone loved her...And I still remember the remorse she felt killing her kin...Even my silly brother who probably did trade our lives for his selfish arrogance...She felt deep remorse for destroying kin. She would have punished her own brother for such a transgression even up to death. And her remorse would have been deeper than the deepest well." "I thought you'd be a better alpha." "But I wouldn't. Kat's...magnificent." "She is." "Heinrich, you fucker." "I'd fuck her in an instant, but I'd much prefer your steaming hot cunt and your passionate scratches and your loving eyes. No contest." "Of course," she smiled and swayed her hips in front of him in quick step. "Let's get the fuck out of this dank trap and fuck each other silly. I want you in to the hilt fucking doggy style when we transform." "Race you," he challenged, his hard cock bouncing back and forth within the confines of his slacks as he took off in a run. Of course his mate finished first. She sucked him in the sports car during the fast journey to their home. Clothes trailed behind them as they headed to the bed. Both horny, they climaxed within seconds. "Keep fucking," cried Bobbie. "I'll milk you back to hardness," which she did. Several minutes later, feeling the draw of the full moon, Heinrich ravished her doggy style when they transformed, his fangs digging into her neck, the climax for both of them shivering their panther bodies. Recovering quickly, she scooted out from beneath his body and took off out the door, her mate chasing and eventually catching up to her when she let him. =============== Still laughing about the angry but adorable fairies scolding Michael for being human, the laughter abated within the opulent cave behind the waterfall. "Wow, talk about decadent," he murmured. "We can afford it, Michael. We have infinite riches along with infinite lives," said a voice that echoed within the vast walls. "That's new," said Wolf. "We're chatting this evening," said a female voice. "You mean you're not going to just command us?" asked Kat. The gods chuckled. "We'll get to that," said Diana. "No orgy?" Trixie remarked. As if in answer, the group heard a voice scream in pleasure. "We'll join them later," shrugged Yashaw. "Come sit." "You're not always fucking are you?" asked Gretchen as they approached the beautiful gods and sat before them on the soft, mat like surface. "It's a full moon thing," Yashaw shrugged. "Started with the weres actually. Something about the kinkiness of bestiality and yet not bestiality that gets us horny. Full moon. Orgy. It's like an institution. A rather pleasant institution." "So it wasn't my extreme horniness that prevented conversation?" Gretchen asked. "No," Wolf answered. "Questions and answers? This is new." "It's a reward, Wolf," said Diana. "You've done so much for your kind." Diana approached Wolf sensuously, her perfect body, voluptuous taut thighs and pert breasts swaying seductively, her golden eyes and hair glistening, her sex free of pubic hair. She had seemed larger than life as had her brother in their distance from the weres, but as she approached she appeared to be no more than 170 centimeters. "So is this," said Yashaw approaching Kat, revealing himself to be Wolf's height, his cock swaying erect in front of him, a smidgen thicker and longer than Leo's cock which had always filled Kat perfectly. The immortals knelt and separated the alphas' legs. Mouths descended slowly. Diana's engulfed Wolf's cock into her throat until her lips kissed its base. Yashaw's impossibly long tongue penetrated to Kat's depth, circling her pussy walls, rapping at her cervix and emerging, only to tease her g-spot. The tongue retreated and lips wrapped around her stiff clit and sucked. "Gods!" both alphas murmured. Chuckling--Diana's chuckle vibrating around Wolf's cock shocking him with even more pleasure--mouths withdrew and bodies moved forward. Diana straddled Wolf and his cock entered her pussy unguided. Yashaw similarly occupied the space between Kat's wide spread thighs and his cock found its way unaided inside her. "We thought I should have you fuck me doggy style, but this is so much better," murmured Diana, her eyes dancing with pleasure as she began lifting and falling on Wolf's cock. She took Wolf's big hands and placed them on her perfect handful of breasts. He squeezed the flesh and twisted the nubs and roughened the bumpy areolas. "So good." "I agree, my love," answered Yashew as his cock seemed to touch every place Kat needed to be touched. "So intimate. I love your eyes," he said with a grin. "I have your sister's eyes," Kat moaned as Yashew captured her nipple between lips and gently sucked and nibbled. His chuckle felt wonderful inside her. "So you do. I love you, but I love her more than eternity. But your eyes just kill me, so to speak." He glanced at Trixie and Michael, both gazing at him and his sister with lusty and mesmerized eyes. "Turn Michael, Trixie, while we fuck your alphas." Amused by Trixie's lustful expression, Diana exclaimed, "Kiss me first, Trixie. We need you free of toxins." The delay didn't bother Trixie despite her horniness. The chance to kiss a gorgeous goddess was too much of a thrill. The kiss had everything hoped for as Diana's extremely long and playful tongue brought Trixie to near cumming, and the immortal's saliva seemed to alleviate the weakness and sickness the cocaine or its lack had wrought. She couldn't help squeezing the heavenly breasts of the goddess which caused a sigh of pleasure to fill her mouth as it increased the pleasure the goddess received from the intensity of Wolf's energetic thrusts up into her stilled pussy hovering centimeters above his hips. Trixie only got hornier with Wolf pulling her pussy down to his lips and tongue and slurping and sucking her labia and clit. Releasing her lips, Diana moaned as she bounced on Wolf's cock again, "Go to Michael now. Bring him to us. Make him a cat." Trixie lifted her cunt from Wolf's mouth and seeing Michael's beautiful cock, she attacked it, her head butting him in the tummy forcing him onto his back. She sucked and lapped at it briefly before Michael declared, "Fuck me! Now!" Her surprised face turned feral when she saw the absolute lust on his. Grabbing his stick hard cock, she guided it in and plummeted. "Oh gods, I love cunt," screamed Michael, making everyone laugh. "Bite him now," moaned Diana, quickening her own fuck. Her mouth claimed Wolf's and Wolf felt her saliva shimmer in his mouth and throughout his body. Their tongue play intensified the shimmering. Shaking with pleasure when Trixie penetrated his neck, Michael passed out. "Bring him to Kat. Pierce his testes, Kat," Yashaw commanded breathlessly, his motions gaining speed between Kat's writhing thighs. "I thought I needed to wait an hour?" asked Trixie, carrying Michael's sleeping body to Kat until he tea bagged the alpha female. "Do you want to wait an hour?" asked Yashaw, wryness blending with pleasure. "Fuck no." "Our pheromones and Kat's will speed the process," the god explained as Kat pierced Michael's balls and licked the wound. Kat then had Trixie straddle her and plunged fangs into her abdomen, Trixie moaning with pleasure. Michael awoke seconds later discovering Trixie sliding his cock inside her pussy. "Are you ready to cum?" asked Trixie. "Soon." "Me too. When you're ready, bite me. Make me yours as I made you mine." Humping him at full abandon, she loved it when he caught her rolling breasts and squeezed them and plucked at her taut nipples. "Yes!" she squealed. Yahweh captured Kat's mouth with his and she felt the tingles his saliva provided. Both she and Wolf climbed the highest heights of ecstasy. The immortals fucked them as if vibrating. "Bite me!" yelled Trixie to Michael, draping her body over him and bringing the base of her neck to his mouth, her ass lifting and falling quickly and independently from the rest of her body as she too neared climax. Michael's new fangs punctured and filled her blood with his enzymes while his hips thrust up and his cock disgorged plentiful semen. Simultaneously the immortals bent back and howled, Yashaw releasing seed into Kat's fertile womb while Kat's vaginal wall trembled, and Wolf erupted with torrents of cum beyond Diana cervix, her cunt milking his seed, greedily grabbing for it all. The mortals howled nearly as loud as the gods. "Gods," the alphas muttered as they lay out in the perfect calm of post orgasm. The gods chuckled. They arose from the conjunctions, licking the abundant fluid covering the alpha's genitals. Approaching each other, they kissed, mingling flavors. Yashaw glanced at the other mortals, seeing them also recovering from orgasm via masturbation. He knelt beside Maria, his hands gently combing through her white blonde hair. "I'm sorry my beautiful warrior. Tonight shall not be the night of your first conception. Tomorrow Wolf shall be yours if your sister mates don't mind." "Of course not," smiled Nina. "We'll help." "She deserves it," smiled Gretchen. "And pleasuring her is certainly no sacrifice." "Thank you," smiled Maria at the god and her sister mates. "Good." He retuned to his sister's side and they wrapped arms around each other. "Be fruitful and multiply, to coin a phrase." Everyone giggled. Getting serious, Diana explained, "We have conceived new alphas this evening. My pups shall arrive in nine months as will your kittens, Kat. The dominant of the litter will let itself be known to you. I will leave my pups here for you to gather." "She doesn't need to gestate for nine months," smiled Yashaw. "But I just love her when she's pregnant. She's so fucking sexy." "Don't you want to keep pups?" asked Kat. Diana smiled gloriously and knelt down and kissed Kat. "Aren't you lovely. Yes, I shall keep the runt. We often do, you know." "Of course," smiled Kat. "One always dies in each litter. I thought it sad, but now I know." "Now you know," smiled Diana and kissed her again. "Anyway, you've paved the way for a golden age led by our offspring. Things may get tough in your mortal world, but you shall thrive. We love you, my children. Now off with you. Have fun in our valley tonight. I brought some elk especially for your pleasure. Tomorrow you awake in Wolf's and Kat's beds." "And by the way, this democratic thing, choosing alphas, it's quite sweet," said Yashaw. "We may even have some fun with it here. But, of course, stay strong. The alpha must be strongest, and not just in fighting ability. Leadership! The keenest mind! Yes, elections suit us fine. The results of course are predetermined. Go be animals my children. Go have fun." The weres watched the perfect asses of the immortals as they retreated towards the orgy. Instead of joining their fellow gods, they cuddled, Diana sitting within Yashaw's arms and legs, and watched their were children transform and dash out of the cave joyously. -The End- A Full Moon Phase "Karl, you're not jealous are you?" she asked the handsome blond man with a pony tail. Her first lover and second in command with the troupe, they still enjoyed occasional trysts when she was horny and he was free, neither happened more than once a month and often less. "I've seen him before and not as an actor," he said. "You remember that talentless blonde bimbo from a couple days ago? She called herself Maria?" "I recall you found her talented in a certain way," she teased. "Yes I did, Gretch, at least potentially, and it made me think the same thing for a moment when you rejected her, that you were jealous." They laughed. "But of course she was useless as a performer as you so wisely concluded. But the thing is her recent presence and his walking into our group reminded me of a gig I performed as a singer for a bunch of stinkingly corrupt oligarchs. It was a couple years ago, so the memory's not fresh, but it emerged when he came in and especially when you danced with him. Their presence couldn't be ignored at that ball, the most attractive couple by a considerable margin. And they ended the evening dancing in other, less attractive arms, although the woman wasn't bad. She looked like one of those gangster molls from Chicago, kind of blowsy and overdone. The man though was a rather stout pig." "Are you sure?" asked Gretchen. "Not completely. Like I said, it's been two years." Gretchen panned across the faces of her troupe, catching a look of disappointment in the tall voluptuous woman who had performed the improvisation with Wolf. "Trix?" "What can I say, Gretch? He's not only obviously talented, but he's delicious." The women and the gay man tittered. Gretchen chuckled and addressed Karl, "We're not sure..." Karl interrupted, "I could get to know Maria?" "Gee, Karl, I'd hate to burden you." "I'll survive." The small blonde who had danced with Wolf spoke her concerns. "Are you sure? She's a man eater if there ever was one." Gretchen glanced from the blonde girl to Karl and back, looking concerned. A soap opera didn't need to be added to the complexity and danger of their situation. Not knowing much about the young woman, being the newest of the troupe, she couldn't gauge her sexual predilections. "Essie's not jealous," whispered Karl. "Essie, hunh? You've fucked her," Gretchen whispered back. Everyone called her Esther. Karl confessed with a guilty smile and a shrug and a nod. "When?" "Maria made me horny. And Essie...oh shit." "What?" "She's been rather attentive towards me. Of course the first woman I'd find to relieve my libido would be her." Esther stood, fists hitched to hips, adorable in her anger. "Stop looking at me like that the both of you! Yes I love Karl, Goddamnit!" Breaking into tears, she ran up the stairs and through the café they hid beneath and outside into the cold without her coat. "Fuck!" grumbled Gretchen. "Grab her coat, Karl. We can't have our troupe dying of exposure. Talk her down and bring her back. Fuck!" After Karl rushed out, Gretchen stood in front of the rest of them. "Any more fucking confessions?" "She's young, Gretch," said the gay man. "Besides, I'd feel the same if he bent my way." Everyone chuckled, including Gretchen. "She's got to be naïve thinking she can have him all to herself," said Beatrix, the tall woman everyone called Trixie or Trix. One might think the name came from her other profession, dominatrix, but only Gretchen and Karl and her johns knew what she did to make money. Gretchen nodded. "Truly naïve," she thought. ***************** The knock on the door surprised Maria. She lived a solitary life and liked it that way most of the time. "Just a minute," she growled, grabbing her black smoking jacket and covering her silk pajama clad body. Her one vice: she liked luxurious fabric against her body while sleeping or lounging in the morning. The vice affordable in her well paid profession. "Karl," she smiled in surprise, opening the door to the handsome blond man. "Come in." Karl felt the warmth of her well heated apartment. Though still small by Western standards, the apartment had a comfortable spaciousness with two separate bedrooms instead of a bed in the room he entered. She guided him to the sofa, removing his navy blue wool coat and hanging it on the coat tree, joining her leather trench coat while he sat. "I'm sorry about the rejection," he told her. "I must have been nervous," she replied, sitting beside the handsome man. Karl shook his head. "Gretchen and I look for a very special kind of actor, very versatile, the complete package so to speak: acting, singing and dancing and able to think on her feet." "And I thought the woman...Gretchen is it?...simply felt...uncomfortable with me." "I'm sure many women feel uncomfortable with you," Karl smiled. "Why's that?" "You know why," he replied and steered her head and brought her lips to his. Maria growled with pleasure. For a man, Karl had soft lips. The pleasure surged and the kiss became hard, tongues desperately dueling. His hand slipped under her jacket and squeezed her proud breast, feeling the nipple tightening against his palm. He twisted it through the silk. Her hand reached down and found his penis rising and filling the small space of his wool slacks. With deft fingers, she unbuckled and unbuttoned and slipped her hand inside his underpants and held the hot cock. The kiss ending, both of them panting, Maria bounced off him and rushed to her purse dangling from the hook by the door and found a rubber and had it open by the time she returned. She removed her pajama pants and he pulled his pants low enough to let his cock bounce free. She leaned down and kissed his glans before rolling on the condom and straddling him. Relief and surprise came to Karl when his hand discovered her wetness and her heat. "They're lubricated, too," Maria's low voice whispered into his ear. He couldn't believe the tightness surrounding his cock as she lowered slowly and rose and lowered a couple more centimeters. Their kiss resumed. He pushed aside her robe and she let it drop. He pulled up her top and the kiss paused while she tossed it aside. Briefly he examined lithe perfection before their lips resumed kissing. His hands took over the examination, stroking her breasts and kneading her ass. All the way inside, Maria didn't linger at the completion of the insertion, but immediately began to bounce up and down, pressing pubic bones when she hit bottom, crushing her clit against his rough pubic hair. Both panting heavily forced them to separate lips. Eyes mostly stared into eyes, though Karl occasionally glanced at her perfect body. A skilled lover, her amazingly tight passage and her incredibly sexy body gave resistance to cumming a real challenge which proved too difficult. "Oh fuck," he grimaced and lifted his body while hers slapped against it. Rising one more time, she pressed down and crushed bones and wriggled at the meeting, giving them more friction, adding to her pleasure but not bringing forth her climax. "God," he moaned, relaxing after the last ejaculation squeezed out. "I've never cum so quick since I was a teenager." Maria giggled and kissed his reddened cheek. "I have a way of doing that to men." Lifting up, she let his flagging penis slip out. Removing the condom, she strolled to the small kitchen and tossed it in the garbage. He watched her supple butt muscles play as she walked. She caught his stare and smiled. "Get naked and join me in my bedroom." Stripping quickly, he entered her room. Her pale body and blonde hair lying on the black satin sheets created a sensuous contrast. Her fingers strummed her clit and twisted a nipple. He noted they did so with force. Her head rested towards the foot of the bed as she lay on her side, her long right leg lifted, the knee pointing at the high ceiling. Obviously she planned to restore his cock. Without the fearful gentleness of most of the women he had encountered, her tight squeeze of fingers slicked by oil and lips holding tightly below his glans and pulling brought his cock to a recovery unprecedented since his teenage years. She seemed to be turning him into a late adolescent. Despite his aggressive mauling of her breasts and buttocks, his teeth scratching at her clit, she never wavered in her focus in bringing his cock to full erection. Having achieved her goal, she pointed at the condom packet on the bedside table and got on hands and knees. "Put it on and fuck me hard," she commanded. Second later his cock returned to the impossibly narrow channel. He began slowly, but she demanded, "Just shove it in and fuck me!" So he did. The recent cum allowed him a relentless fuck that lasted fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of the best fuck of his life as her interior grasped his cock like a slick vise. She didn't need to tell him to squeeze her nipples aggressively. Pinching with all his might, he wondered if such force would cause injury, but her loud moans and unladylike grunts let him know she wanted his manipulations painful. Meanwhile she stroked her clit with equal aggression, only stopping when she came. "Keep fucking me," she yelled within her orgasm. Immediately upon abating, she stroked her clit and came again. The third time she squealed loudly, trembled and collapsed while he pounded his last thrusts and let his balls churn out semen safely held in the rubber. Pulling out of her carefully, he leaned down over her inert body and whispered, "Maria?" "Mmm," she murmured, apparently unconscious. Gingerly Karl crawled off the bed and wandered to the bathroom, dropping the condom in the toilet and pissing over it and flushing. After washing his hands and staring at his handsome face in the mirror, he shrugged and thought, "Maybe I don't have to wait." Glancing back into the bedroom, he heard her actually snoring. Practically on tip toes he wandered to the next room done up as an office and perused the desk and the bookshelves and carefully opened the file cabinet. Files contained accounting spread sheets highlighted with pink and green markers, dossiers similarly highlighted, and photographs, both portraits and clandestine images of sex. Only the subject of the file's face could be seen. The body of the sex partner though looked like Maria's in a couple shots. The male with either a male or female could have been Wolf's. It was a formidable body rippling with muscles but not bulging with them. Finally in the middle under M he found what he searched for, a file on Gretchen packed with photos of the troupe, fliers for performances and a dossier on his director. "Shit, they know," he cursed to himself, looking at a photo of Gretchen having a smoke outside one of their venues, a tall, willowy man in his late thirties towering over her, leaning a little, smiling and smoking as well. Beside his image two letters thickly applied in marker identified their contact: CY. Constantine Yablonski. Connie. Nerves frayed, the loud ringing of the phone made his heart stutter. Carefully replacing the file and closing the cabinet drawer with shaky hands, hearing a squeal of metal on metal that amplified in his imagination ten fold, he tip toed out of the office just as the phone stopped ringing. "Hello?" Calming himself with two deep breaths, he stood in the doorway of the bedroom naked meeting her smile with his as she talked into her phone. "Yes. No I'm fine. Yes I was, but I'm fine. Do you think that's wise? Of course. Maybe Katzekeller would be better. Unh-hunh? Alright. I'll take care of it. Yes. That's fine. See you then. Bye." Cradling the phone she continued to smile at Karl. "I must have dozed." She stretched seductively. "I had a late night and an early morning." "Another late night tonight?' he asked. "Yes unfortunately. Join me in the shower?" This time sharing the shower, she did more than exchange back washing. Thoroughly cleaning his pecker until it went stiff while his hands sudsed her breasts and butt, she managed to squeeze out a last cum from him making his legs buckle and tapping out the last of his energy. "Such a fine penis," she sighed, releasing it. "I so much wanted to get to know it better." "Me too," he smiled and they laughed. "Could I perhaps join you at Katzekeller?" "You're too handsome Karl," she smiled and kissed him quickly. "Too distracting. I must dress." Climbing out of the tub, she toweled off, snapping an end at his taut little butt and giggling. "You must go, handsome. I presume you have my phone number the same as you have my address." "I wanted to surprise you," he informed her, climbing out of the shower and taking the towel from her hand. "And so you did. A most pleasant surprise." Leaving him in the bathroom, she returned to her bedroom and dressed. By the time he readied to leave, she sat in front of her vanity finishing her make-up. "You don't need that," he complimented her. "That's sweet," she grinned. "Don't be a stranger." He kissed her forehead and moseyed out. The door locked behind him. "Idiot," she muttered. "At least he's a pretty good fuck." She dashed to her office and pulled out Gretchen's file. Grabbing the photo that upset him, she sprinkled it with powder and raised a fingerprint. Pulling a board from the desk she flipped it over. It had to be Karl's fingerprint. It didn't match any of the others. "Idiot." She called the Colonel back. "Yes I was. You won't believe with whom though. We may have to play our hand heavy on this one. Heavy and swift." Though he hadn't been explicit about his intentions, Gretchen knew Karl. If a pursuit, especially with such an attractive conquest, came to his mind and actually popped out of his mouth, nothing would stop its completion. Little Esther had sated him momentarily, but bringing Maria back into his sex obsessed mind had heated up his need and focused it at the source. Unlike Karl, when Gretchen became attracted to a man, making her intensely horny, only that man could relieve her need. Karl had been the first to benefit. It struck her rarely, but struck her mightily to the point of complete distraction. Even more than Karl, her lust took her over and led her by her throbbing clit. She fought it, knowing the stupidity of pursuing this man. How dangerous. How threatening it would be to her pursuit of ending the pseudo communist stranglehold of a reign she wanted above everything to destroy. And yet the danger of it, especially the danger exuding from the man like a black cloud aura, just made her want him with more desperation. In fact she never felt so desperate and horny. By the time resistance fragmented into a million pieces, she travelled to his apartment at the same time Maria did. Fortunately sitting in her decrepit Russian made compact car near the entrance to Wolf's apartment building trying to reintegrate her defenses allowed her to see Maria park a couple spaces up, bounce out of the fancy new sports car and bound up the stoop and into the building. A shock of fear subdued her libido in her belly. She waited. Gretchen saw the scowl on the blonde beauty's face before hiding low in her car so Maria wouldn't spot her when she emerged from the building a half hour later. She waited a couple minutes after Maria drove off burning rubber before exiting her car and entering Wolf's lair. Opening the door to the petite powerhouse, Wolf sighed. "Gretchen, what are you doing here?" "I..." "Come in." The sparseness and the tininess of the one room flat surprised Gretchen. No warmth there and not just because of the chilly air from very little heating. "Sit," Wolf commanded, gesturing to a wooden chair at the small wooden table near the kitchen area. Wolf sat with her. "How much do you know?" "About what?" she shivered. "Have you talked to Karl?" "No." "He's a fool." "Perhaps. We're friends and he's talented." "Not as a spy." "How much do you know?" Gretchen asked sternly. Wolf laughed. "You're really something, do you know that?" "What did he do?" Wolf sighed. "Maria's quite good, but she has her weaknesses. Pride before the fall." "We're not hiding anything between us, are we?" Gretchen realized. "No clever spy games here." "You're in danger my cute little sprite. Maria let Karl into her chambers and let him peruse your file. Why she can't at least lock the fucking cabinet..." "What does it say?" "You're working with Yablonski. He's a rather unpleasant thorn in the party's side and seems to escape our rather capable grasp at every turn. He's your cousin, right?" "Distant, but part of the family." "A family of diplomats." Gretchen nodded. "But he's a playwright and known in the West. Isn't that more what protects him?" "It's all one thing Gretchen and you know it. Your family, his family, playing communist but..." "But he's a playwright and a cousin. Why would his presence at our shows cause concern?" "Why indeed. Let me show you some things." Using a key, he opened a door at the back of the apartment, switching on a light. She could see a large room filled with stuff: rifles and clothes and metallic objects: hi-fi receivers and cameras. He rolled out a large television on a cart with a new fangled video tape machine under it. He returned to the room and grabbed a cassette tape and a large mailing envelope. "See, a simple key and you're secure," he illustrated by locking the store room back up. "So you do spend your money." "What do you mean?" Wolf asked, plugging in the devices. "I saw Maria arrive here and leave. She owns a very expensive vehicle. And you live in a Spartan one room apartment with no heat." "I'm sorry. I like it cool. Let me turn it up, but it clangs something awful." He adjusted the metal radiator sitting under a small window. It hissed and clanged. Popping in the cassette, he turned on the large color television. A black and white film appeared somewhere in the middle of a Courage Players performance. Gretchen spoke a monologue. The camera swept the audience catching people pressing recording devices. Wolf chuckled. The Gretchen sitting beside him looked embarrassed. "Pretty crappy rebels, hunh?" she said. "'Turn'," said Wolf. "It's what you say to cue them, right? As in, this is the speech so turn on your fucking tape recorders, you fucking idiots?" Gretchen smiled wryly and shrugged. "They're not exactly trained like you or Maria." "A cipher of course. What is it, Shakespeare?" "More relevant. Danton's Death by Buchner." "As in revolution. Fine. Why tell me?" "What difference does it make? We're done obviously. How did you find out?" He plopped a black and white photo on the table and pointed at a nondescript man in his twenties. Gretchen nodded and looked like she wanted to kill the SOB. "Double agent." Wolf sighed. "You have ten representatives of various underground factions. You have to figure one of them is playing for the other side." "Fucking Connie. Talk about pride before the fall. He figures everyone is devoted to him like he's the fucking messiah or something." "Do you know the communications?" "No. He couldn't chance that. We...had our own plans." "How many do you trust to save?" "Why?" "Let's just say I like your little group of counter-revolutionaries." "You don't have a phone." Entering the store room again, he pulled out a large satellite phone. "Use this." Unable to figure it out, Gretchen gave Wolf the number and he handed it to her when he heard it ring.. "Trix?" said Gretchen into the phone. "We're found out." "I know," said Trix. "Karl fucking called me from his own fucking telephone a couple minutes ago. I better get my ass in gear. They're sure to trace it. Don't say anything. Are you home?" A Full Moon Phase "No." "Good. But wherever you are, better get them moving as well." "I don't think that's a problem." "What is it?" "Don't know, but I'm positive it's untraceable." "Give me an hour and call me, okay?" "The others?" "They're compromised already. I can call them." "I would, but I don't have the numbers with me." "I know. We planned this. Let me do my thing." "Thanks Trix." "Of course my love. Just call me in an hour or I'll worry, okay?" "Okay," Gretchen handed Wolf the phone to shut it off. "Tell me how you figured us out?" asked Wolf. "Karl recognized you and Maria. He saw you as a couple at some fancy party two years ago." "Two years. The crooner with the slicked back black hair." "That'd be Karl. How could you remember?" "He tried putting the moves on Maria." "Sounds like Karl. What happened?" "I guess I glared him away. If I hadn't or we weren't on assignment, I'm sure he would have found her most agreeable. I suppose he found that out two years later unfortunately for him." "Is she that bad in bed?" Wolf laughed with his entire body. "No, Gretch. I'm sure that part of it he found most pleasurable." She frowned, instantly jealous. He noticed. "We're not a couple, Gretch. Not yet." She became uncomfortable, the reason for her visit returning. "I should go." "Gretchen, why exactly did you come here?" "I...I wanted to congratulate you for joining the troupe." "Really?" "Of course." "Gretch," he said as she moved towards the door, his hand catching her arm and pulling her to him. She ended up on his lap somehow as he sat on his chair. "Don't lie." For an instant she resisted his kiss, but it was as powerful and dangerous as the rest of him and she felt the heat of it thrilling her heart and belly and her vagina which sang a wet hymn of rejoicing. Her fingers slid through his seemingly premature gray hair. It had a slick smoothness and yet felt weirdly bristly like the rough coat of a german shepherd. When their lips finally parted, she asked him, "Why are you gray? You don't look more than late twenties?" "I'm older than I look Gretch, but it's the hair I was born with. I won't dye it or shave it if it bothers you. Sorry." "I wouldn't want you to." Her fingers continued combing through as they continued kissing. "I need you," she panted when they stopped, her deep blue eyes piercing his steel blue/gray eyes. "How much?" he answered, combing through her soft wavy brown locks. "What do you mean?" "Would a night sate you?" "I...I never felt like this." "Me neither." "You must have had girls..." "Yes, Gretch. And you've had men." "Not many." "And women." "Yes. A few." "So?" Suddenly she began to sob. Her arms circled his thickly muscled torso as her face pressed against his chest. Through her sobs and muffled by his chest, she spoke. "I want to be brave, Wolf. I knew this might come, that I'd be caught and...tortured even. I believe in our struggle with every beat of my heart and every breath. I want us to own our own country again instead of being subjugated by Soviet puppets. I want an impossible world, a world grounded in the earth from which we emerged and for which we shall inevitably return. I want that stupid wall torn down, but I don't want the wave of capitalism that will drown us when the dam wall releases the greedy exploiters living only for the mighty buck. I want to be free to be a human being and to exult in all the best we can be. It's a pipe dream, but it's mine and no one can take it. If they catch me, I'll die. I won't accept torture or a hard cold stone and metal cell. I'll kill myself, rip my veins open with my teeth if I must. I thought I was the brave one, the proud one, the righteous one, kicking against the pricks, but I feel so weak and cowardly and vulnerable and stupid. "I'm your enemy, Wolf. And I'm clutching you like a defenseless child begging for mercy. Except what I want isn't mercy. You're a soldier, an agent of the regime, and you've captured me. I don't understand this. You're asking if I want to be with you beyond this moment. You let me call Trix to warn her. And yet you should be bringing me in to your leader. You're Stasi, Wolf. You're the most treacherous of the treacherous. Tell me what this means or put me out of my misery, please." Gently lifting her face, so beautiful and expressive it caused his heart to throb, he kissed beneath her eyes, tasting the salty wetness. "It means, my love that we must go. It's time for me to return to my home. I have been away too long. And now that I found you, it's time for me to return and reclaim my place as alpha. We will be safe there. I'll make sure of that." Instantly Gretchen abandoned his lap and ran to the door, opening it and attempting to dash away. Two steps into the hallway, she found herself whisked off her feet and back into his apartment. Held like a vise around her waist, she thrashed her arms and legs, but had the wisdom not to scream. She grumbled instead, "What kind of psychological trap have the Stasi created now? Luring me to some sanctuary and pretending to placate me so I confess in some kind of lover's embrace?" Wolf chuckled, causing Gretchen's grumble to become a frustrated roar. "My sweet little drama queen," he smirked. "You already told me you know nothing of Yablonski's plans. And as for your little troupe's plans to get rid of the regime, however grandiose it might have been, its disbanding seems to have curtailed that." He carried Gretchen into his water closet. In horror she watched Wolf use his free hand to pull a syringe and a vial from a hidden stash, sliding out the wood frame of the medicine cabinet door to extract it. Pushing the needle into the rubber top, he turned the vial upside down and pulled the plunger back. His teeth held the vial as he pulled out the needle. "What about the troupe?" she whined. "Name those you trust the most," he demanded. "Trix and Joseph and Michael and Karen and..." She couldn't think of anyone else for some reason. "Not Karl?" "He's been found out." "You all are." "Karl...I guess I don't trust him completely." "Karl's a dick." "Yes. Don't." "It will only make you sleep. When you wake, just some rather nasty dry mouth." He stuck her in her neck. She passed out.