2 comments/ 10523 views/ 1 favorites Simmie Learns What Is and Was Ch. 02 By: Nanashka Having no idea where to search first, she wandered the halls and corridors of the keep, looking at the portraits on the walls, studying the faces. Some she knew, some she didn't recognize, but still felt a certain kinship to them. Feeling herself being drawn to the ground floor, she found the staircase and descended it. The room that seemed to be pulling her to it was near the front to the right, so she followed that instinct and came to a closed set of double doors. Opening them, she was bathed in sunlight and the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Dozens and dozens of roses and other flowers, beds of them, lining the room. A beautiful atrium. Silently admiring their beauty and delicacy, she wandered amidst them until she reached the back of the room, and found Hiney sitting in the corner staring out the picture doors into the woodlands. "Good morning, Hiney, or I guess, I've outgrown the childish need to call you by that horrid name, Gil." He looked up, his eyes bright with emotion, and something else, she couldn't quite name. "Good morning, Simmie, I trust you rested well. You were quite the sound sleeper when I left this morning. How are you feeling about the things you seen and your memories?" He said as he moved over on the bench to make room for her to have a seat. "Yes, well, one would be exhausted if they had relearned things that were gone for over twenty years, now wouldn't they?" biting her lip, she wanted to ask where they went from here, and did he still intend on holding her to the hand fasting that had been done so many years ago, but didn't know how to approach the subject. "Simmie, it is what is meant to be; I cannot go back on an oath I made to your father that day. Grayson was my friend, and I cannot ignore the duty that I am honor bound to keep. We will be married tomorrow night, when the moon is full and at its peak." Finished speaking, he stood to walk away, but not before she stopped him. "Hin.. Gil, you cannot mean to force this marriage on me. I am an adult, and a free person. Arranged marriages aren't done or enforced anymore, at least not in the United States." She stopped herself just short of putting her hand on his arm. "I mean, I admire you for your honor and integrity, but surely you must see that I do not hold you to the commitment you made so long ago." "It is you who do not see, Simmie. What is done, can never be undone. The hand fasting was a marriage vow that was taken. We are forever marked for each other. I have never been unfaithful to you, since the day we were hand fasted, and I will die without ever being with anybody other than you. If we are not wed tomorrow night, you will never have children, nor will I, because we will never be married to anybody. We cannot mate with anybody other than the one whom we were promised to. Like it or not, that is the way things are done." With that, he left her in the middle of all the beauty, with tears in her eyes and a heavy burden on her heart. "Well, Simmie, looks like you know what you have to do, toots." Came the inner voice that she so wanted to shut up just once. Hungry, Simmie headed off in search of a kitchen. "Hedo Miz, wot can I ged fer joo?" the short chunky cook (whom she later learned was named Brunhilde) asked Simmie as she entered the kitchens. Never one for girlish figure-favoring foods, Simmie said the first thing that always comes to mind when she's needing comfort food, "Got any Cherry Garcia or Chunky Monkey on hand?" to which she got a questioning look. "Ice cream. Do you have any ice cream?" Aha! The light bulb comes on she thinks. "Och! No Miz. Joo need something better fer yer body than Ice cream. Let's get joo something that will do joo good, no? Brunhilde has just de thing fer joo. Beef tongue wit noodles und broth. Eet will hit de spot." Oh my, thought Simmie. Beef tongue.. blehk. "Okay, Brunhilde, just point me in the direction of the dishes, and I will serve myself." Simmie offered and received a look that sent her to the nearest chair and table. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* After a rather unpleasant encounter with a beef tongue and some rather tasty noodles and broth, Simmie headed out to the grounds. Entering the stables, she found a horse stabled off by himself. A beautiful stallion, palomino and more than just a little cagey. Slowly opening the stable door, she picked up the nearest brush and started brushing him down. "Aren't you just the most meek and beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on? What's a pretty boy like you doing caged up when you should be out running through a field somewhere chasing some pretty Philly?" She crooned to him as she brushed him down. Amazed when he nosed into her chest wanting her to rub his nose and scratch his ears. "I'm going to saddle you up and take you out for a run. Nothing else for us to do, why not get some air?" she said to him as she headed off to the tack room in search of a saddle and gear. Ten minutes later, the stallion was saddled and she was in the saddle headed out to the nearest field when she heard a bellow like she'd never heard before. "Simaya get off of him, he'll kill you! Hurry!" turning she seen Gil running at her hell bent for leather. She turned the horse around to face him "I'm fine Gil. I just want some air, I'll be back soon. He won't hurt me; he's gentle as a lamb. Go rain on someone else's parade." And with that, she headed off towards the nearest field. "Insufferable man. He thinks he owns me, buddy, what do you think of that?" she asked the stallion, to which she got a snort and toss of the head as a reply. Ten minutes into her ride, she seen something out of the corner of her eye, and when she turned to look, it was gone. Odd, she thought, it looked like a flash of silver fur. An hour later, she decided they had been out long enough and wanted to head home when the stallion spooked. He started tossing his head and snorting, pawing at the ground. Looking around, Simmie didn't see anything, but she wasn't one to take chances. She turned him and kicked him into a dead run back towards the keep. "I don't know what you sensed, buddy, but I lay my trust in you, take us out of here." She told him as he hightailed it back to the stables. Unsaddling the stallion, she brushed him down again, and got him some fresh hay before locking the stall door and heading towards the barn door exit when she was grabbed and pulled into an empty stall filled with loose hay. Simmie didn't have a chance to react before she was slammed against the wall of the stall and a seething Gil was in her face yelling at her about how she could have been killed. All she could understand in his rantings was "he's a killer, untamable, and you decide you're going to take him for an afternoon stroll." After he'd worn out his temper on her, she tried shaking his hold on her loose to no avail. "Listen Conan, I will do what I want WHEN I want. That horse is no more a killer than I am. He was perfectly gentle, and as a matter of fact, he got spooked just a little while ago, and all he did was head back for the keep. Any other horse spooked like that would have thrown their rider and went crazy." She gave back as good as she'd been given. "WHO is Conan? You know my name, so stop provoking me, and did you see what spooked him?" he belted out like she was a field away from him. "You can stop yelling any time now, GIL. Conan as in Conan the Barbarian, because that is what you are acting like. No I didn't see what spooked him, but whatever it was, you can be sure it was a big enough threat to him and me that he didn't want to face it down. I gave him his reign and let him bring me home. Now, let..me..go." she said trying once again to get out of his grasp. "Simmie, I don't know how else to tell you than to just say it bluntly, stay out of the fields and the woods to the north. I seen what direction you came back in, and they aren't safe. There is something up there that you don't want to encounter. The woods and fields around here are safe, but the North fields and woods are off limits, okay? I don't want to lose you." "Gil, if you will treat me like an adult, rather than a child, then I will listen to reason, but until then, you can kiss my ass. I am not your slave, and you are not my boss. You know how to be reasonable when you want to be, so why not do it?" Trying one more time to shake him loose, she succeeded and went to turn her back to him to walk off and was grabbed one more time and tossed onto the hay. "Get off of me you oaf!" was all she got out before he was on top of her and kissing her with such a fury that it scared her to death. Fighting him, trying to get him off of her, she scratched at his back, pulled his hair, and tried kicking him. Nothing worked, and she soon forgot that she was trying to get away. A warmth spread through her limbs, her blood felt like it was on fire. "Gil, please, I can't breathe. Stop." She begged, trying to get some semblance of sanity back. "Oh God, Gil. Don't stop." As he kissed his way down her jaw to her neck and his hands crept up under her shirt. His hands were work roughened and warm on her skin. Pulling him closer, trying to sooth the ache that was quickly overcoming her to have.. something… she needed to be filled, she wanted his skin on hers. "Gil, please, I need you." Begging for what, she didn't know. Her hands found their way beneath his shirt and up over his back, running them back down to his pants, she started unbuttoning his pants when her hand ran across his hardness. It was huge, and moved beneath her touch! "Gil" was all she got out before he recaptured her mouth with his. His hands had unbuttoned her pants and found their way inside at some point as his fingers were cupping her mons and she quickly forgot about his pants and what was in them. "Ohhhh, Gil, ohhhhh God, Gil!" Just as suddenly as he started kissing her, he was off of her. Panting and out of breath, she asked "What? Why did you stop? Why did you start?" feeling suddenly ashamed for some reason, she pulled her shirt back on, buttoned her pants and got up, not even bothering to dust herself off. "Get out. Go to the house. Leave! NOW!" Glin roared. It didn't take Simmie more than 30 seconds to clear the doors of the stable house and be halfway across the lawn towards the doors of the keep. "Ya really did it now, toots. Gave him too much. " came the voice. "Oh, shut up for once. I don't need you on my back also. Go away, as a matter of fact, STAY Gone!" Simmie huffed as she slammed the front door and headed to the room she'd been given. "Okay, if that's the way you want it, see ya toots." And just like that, the voice was gone, and Simmie felt both relieved and saddened. "Of all the insufferable, pig headed, heavy handed, jackass things to do. He has to be the biggest jerk I've ever met!" Simmie ranted as she kicked her shoes off and threw herself on the bed. "Prick." She muttered as she pounded her pillow. Later, after the house had quieted, and long after Simmie had found her way into fitful slumber, Gil slipped into her room from the adjoining doorway to watch her sleep. "Ah, Simmie. You don't know how close you came to bringing out the beast today. You scared me to death, and then infuriated me to the point that I lost control. How we'll ever survive our wedding night is beyond me, because as surely as I stand here, you strip away my control over the beast, and bring him to the surface fast and furious." A few hours later, he finally found his own bed and rested, but not before he had a run to the North Woods to see if he could find what had spooked Beezibub, the stallion. He cursed himself for having turned went home before her ride was finished, but he hadn't wanted to arouse any suspicion and questioning from her just yet. When he'd thought she'd seen him, he'd went back home rather than lurk further into the woods. What he found made his blood run cold. Simmie could not be allowed to wander alone again. Simmie Learns What Is and Was Ch. 03 Author's note: Thank you all for your wonderful feedback, patience, and compliments. This is a larger chapter, and one I hope that you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) Should I go on with the story? *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The next morning found Simmie in no better humor, and Gil nowhere to be found. Wandering the grounds, since she had been grounded to the immediate area of the keep, she found that she kept looking around corners and jumping at the slightest of sound, hoping to look up and see Gil. What was this hold he had on her, and why had she reacted so strongly to his touch and kisses? Better yet, where was her subconscious voice that had always been giving free advice? Surely it wasn't still miffed at her over yesterday. As the day wore on into afternoon, the house was abuzz with activity, and Gil had still not shown up. This, after all, was supposedly going to be their wedding day. If she would admit it to herself, she was getting kind of nervous and excited at the same time. Although she had never consented to the marriage, and knew that it wasn't anything more than just another "must do" for Gil, a girl only gets married once, right? At least this one does. No way am I going to have anything to do with the male species ever again after this fiasco, she thought to herself. Standing amongst the roses, looking out towards the woods as she had first seen Gil doing, she seen a flash of silver at the edge of the woods again. Wondering what it could be, but not daring to risk the wrath of Gil for venturing into the woods, she just made note to ask about it the next time she seen Gil, which turned out to be a few moments later. "Nice to see you enjoying the beauty of the atrium, and staying out of trouble for once, Simmie." Gil said as he entered the atrium, freshly shaven and dressed in a suit that complimented his lithe frame and silver blue eyes. "You startled me, HINEY." Simmie said, then immediately regretted using the childish nickname she had given him as a tool to pick at him with. "No doubt for the best, Simmie. Maybe it interrupted some devious plot you've been concocting to get out of tonight's nuptials." He countered with. "Listen, Gil. I will not hold you to this oath you made Papa on his deathbed. I have told you this, and as far as never being able to have children and marry anybody else goes, it looks like nobody has been beating a path to my door for the last 20 years since I have been out of the protection of the clan, and I doubt it will happen for the next 20 years. It saddens me about the children, but I had resigned myself to that fact long ago. So you are free to do as you please." Well, she thought, that went rather well. At least he didn't interrupt me. "Simaya, for the last time; you and I will take our vows tonight at the peak of the moon, between just us, and we will in all sense of the word, be married. I have explained to you the ramifications of us not marrying, and I don't know about you, but I DO want children, and I need them. Without children, my life will not be complete, and without an heir, the clan will end. It needs a named heir to carry on the name." Gil had no idea how to better explain it than he had, multiple times. "There are certain things you need to know about our marriage though, and since there are no clanswomen at the keep, it falls to me to explain it, so please hold your questions and comments until I am finished speaking." He looked around and was glad that he had shut and locked the doors into the atrium, and made sure nobody was within the atrium to hear what he had to say. "Simmie, I am not your average man. I am male, yes, but as I told you, when our mates our chosen, we cannot cheat on them, nor can we procreate with another female even if our chosen mates die. The other night in the stables was a very difficult thing for me to do, I did not want to stop holding you, and I did want to make love to you with the fiercest need I have ever felt. However, I need to prepare you for what will happen when we first mate or make love. I will have to be in my base form. I am a shape shifter, Simmie. Our children will be shape shifters, and on rare occasion, when a shape shifter chooses a human as his or her mate, their mate becomes one also. I do not know if you will be one of those rarities, but I do know that tonight, when we consummate our marriage; I will be in animal form. I'm not a monster, and I don't chase down animals for their blood or game. If need be, and I had no other choice, then yes, I would. However, I prefer my food fixed the same as the next person. There are times when it is easier for me to assume animal form; however, I prefer my human form. Okay, now you may speak." He waited for her to start assaulting him with accusations, questions, and hysterics, but nothing had prepared him for what happened next. "Okay. So, if I am to believe that you are a.. Shape shifter, what forms do you take? I want to see you change in front of me. Since I have no reason to doubt you, and you followed through with replacing my memory, show me that you are not lying, and I will trust you." Simmie could not believe she was being this calm; her insides were shaking to pieces. "Simmie, if I do this, then you have to give me your word you will never speak of it to another living soul." Gil said as he looked directly into her eyes and she acknowledged him and agreed with a nod of her head. Slowly, he willed himself into wolf form, molding and reshaping his bones and body, fur growing where none had been, his face elongating into that of a wolf. Beautiful silver fur sprouted out all over his body, and Simmie gasped. "It was you yesterday when I seen the flash of movement out of the corner of my eye while I was riding the stallion, Beelzebub!" "Simmie, you have to understand, I can do this, but this is not quite the form I will be in when we mate. I don't want to show it to you now in daylight because I am too afraid of scaring you beyond belief. Just trust me when I say, I will never let any harm come to you or our children. I will die first." Simmie was startled, because she didn't see the wolf that was Gil talk, she heard it in her head. "Simmie, you and I can communicate, or at least I can communicate with you psychically, I can read your emotions and your thoughts, and talk to you. Don't be scared." Simmie was speechless. Slowly, Gil changed back into his human form, his beautiful suit intact. "How do you do that? Your clothes weren't shredded, and they are just as crisp and fresh as they were before you changed." She asked, still in awe of what she had seen. "My body absorbs them, and keeps them fresh and handy. It's better than shifting back into human form in the middle of a crowd and being naked, don't you think?" "I think I need to lie down. I'm not feeling so well." Was all she got out before the world spun and Gil caught her as she went crashing to the floor. Four hours later, as the sun was setting, Simmie finally woke up enough to know that she was in for a hell of a ride tonight. Literally. What would happen to her belongings from her cottage? Where would they live? Had all of this already been decided and taken care of without her knowledge? What could the form that he was going to be in when they mated be that would scare her so badly? "Ah, the blushing bride has risen and is ready I take it." Gil said teasingly, but Simmie had developed a massive case of the nerves between the time she'd gone to sleep and now, so there was little humor to be found with her. "Gil, this is your last chance. We don't have to do this." Gil wouldn't even let her finish, "We DO have to do this, and yes, I WANT to do this." He started as he moved to her and wrapped his arms around her waste to pull him back against him. "Simmie, you have no idea how badly I want to do this. How much I have ached, since deciding to bring you here, and having watched you all these years, waiting for the time I could bring you to me. Mostly, I can't wait to be a part of you, to be so deeply inside of you that we don't know where we start and where we end. I want to feel the lives we create moving inside of you, to see your body change as it cradles my babies in it. That is why we do have to do this." For added measure, he pulled her snuggly back against him and ground his hips into hers to let her feel the proof of his need. "It's time we started heading to the grounds. Follow me." And he led her through the doors. As they walked along, they spoke of the grounds, the clan, and Gil's plans for the future, and his thoughts on any Dark Clan activities. "Simmie, it will be even more important after tonight that you do not stray far from the keep and main grounds. If you must go, I will accompany you, but you need to stay clear of the North Woods. I want your promise." Simmie could feel his grip on her hand tighten as he said the last part. She looked into his eyes and said "I promise, Gil. I can't promise that I will be a good wife, or that I will remain here forever, I do have a life and a job, or rather, I DID have a job and a life. Just promise me that should things not work, you will not try to stop me." Simaya didn't think that was asking too much, but apparently it was out of the question for now, as Gil stopped dead in his tracks, pulled her face to face with him, and said "Simaya, hear me now, you will never leave my side." By the time they reached the altar, the moon was at its peak, and the moonlight was hitting perfectly on the altar. "It's time, Simmie, I'm sorry if it's not wine and roses and all the things that women need to be seduced by, but it's the way of things. Just remember, no matter what I look like, I am never going to hurt you, and I will never allow you to be hurt. It would be best if you disrobed and just got onto the altar on all fours, that way you won't have to see me, only feel, and enjoy." With that, he raised her to the altar, and she began to undress, shaking nervously and scared out of her wits. Nobody had ever prepared her for this, let alone for THIS with a nonhuman mate. Resting on all fours, in the crawling position, she leaned forward and down on her fore arms, and waited. Simmie sensed rather than felt or heard Gil get behind her, but what she did feel was the rough palm that ran its way over her back, from her rump to her shoulders and back again. She heard a snorting of sorts behind her and tried to turn to look, only to be held in place by his hand on the back of her neck. His free hand running back and forth across her thighs, rump, and lower back, then down around her tummy, up to her breasts, and back down to her secret treasure. She felt his other hand leave her neck and heard him say "I'll take my hand off of your neck, but you can't turn around." And both hands found her breasts, started rolling her nipples, and pinching and tugging at them. "Ohhhh Gil. Unhhhh..Mmmmmmm" she moaned as he continued to pay attention to her over sensitive nipples. His hands then left her breasts and traveled down her rib cage to her hips, wandering between her thighs to her nether lips that were dripping with her essence. She felt his large fingers rubbing across her clit, back through her slit and up again. Simmie couldn't help herself and shifted against his hand, trying to get closer. "Gil, please." Begging him to continue, he'd begun a fire inside of her that night in the stables that she needed put out tonight. She felt him slide a thick finger inside of her wet pussy just as she felt his tongue lap at her clit. "Ooohhh Gil. Oh God yes." Grinding back against his hand and tongue, she rode them as she felt her world spinning faster and faster, her skin tingling all over her body, her body tightening, "Oh! Gil, hurry, I ... ohhhh!" she screamed as her first orgasm over took her and her world exploded into shards of ecstasy. "Simmie, I can't wait any longer, I've waited too long now. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Gil said as he put his hands on her shoulders and brought her back against his hard cock. Sliding it along her slit, from her clit to her hole, and back again, getting it coated with her dewiness. Sliding the engorged head of his huge cock into her, he met up with the proof of her innocence, and the last barrier between him and his life mate. Making small thrusts in and out trying to get her tight sheath accustomed to his thickness, he pulled out one last time and bent down to bite her shoulder as he plunged balls deep into her tightness. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Gil! It hurts!" She cried as she felt his enormous cock seat itself against the opening to her womb, and then some. "Shhhhhh baby. It's okay, don't move, and just let your body adjust to having me inside of it." She felt him nuzzle her neck and that's when she realized how hairy he was. "Gil, you're hairy, but you're in human form. Let me.." Gil cut her off, "NO! God, Simmie I can't hold back any longer, just hold on with me please." As he started driving his hard cock in and out of her pussy. Pants, grunts, growls, and moans could be heard all through out the woods as he fucked Simmie and made her his. "Oh Oh Ohhhhhhh Gil! Oh it feels so good. Gil!" Simmie could feel her body tightening and spinning again as it had the first time. His cock spearing into her harder and faster with each thrust, feeling him pressing against the entrance to her womb and further, it felt so good. Then, she felt a knot pushing against her insides, widening her tight pussy impossibly more as it slipped inside as Gil started panting even louder, moaning, "Simmie, my love, my life, I can't hold out any longer, and I can't pull out. I give you my life with the seed I give your body, with the love we make tonight, may we make a new life to begin ours together with." Simmie screamed her release at the same time as Gil roared his. She felt his cock explode inside of her, the knot swelling to the point where it was hurting her so bad that it overcame the after shocks of her orgasm. She tried to move to get away from it, but she couldn't pull it any further out without making it hurt worse. "Shhhh Simmie, hold on, just stay beneath me like this, it will pass." Gil tried comforting her, but to no avail, she felt trapped, and it hurt. All Gil knew to do was to talk to her to calm her, and when that didn't work, he started massaging her clit with his hand to take her mind off of the knot that seemed impossibly huge and stuck within the sheath of her pussy. "Mmmmm Simmie, you feel so good on my cock, and you're so hot. I want to spend the rest of my life inside of you." This seemed to work, at least it took her mind off of the knot, although it presented a new problem, that of his cock beginning to harden again and needing a release. "Gil, why is that knot there? What's wrong?" Simmie asked, trying to hold onto reason. "It's an animal's way of insuring that the seed he leaves within his mate take root so to speak. It keeps you from losing my seed before they have a chance to get their job done." Gil tried to explain, although thoughts at the moment were almost out of the question. He only had one thought on his mind right now, and it centered around the incredibly hot and tight pussy that his cock was pulsing in right now. "Simmie, I'm going to try to shape shift into human form. I need you to hold still for me, and don't move. I don't know if it can be done while I am inside of you and stuck." With that warning, he began to focus his energies into changing. Little by little, he returned to the Gil that she was use to seeing, and the knot subsided enough that he could move. "Ohhh Gil, I feel so empty, please, I need.." she never got to finish before he thrust back into her and fucked her with a wild abandon this time. No fear in losing control of the beast and hurting her. The beast had been sated and he could once again enjoy his wife. "Mmmm Gil, I can't hold it much longer. I need you to cum in me again; I want to feel you fill me with your seed. Make me pregnant, Gil!" That was all it took, and he once again roared as he thrust harder and faster, cumming bucket loads into her womb. They lay together for an hour or so before they made their way back to the keep, and to their bed chamber. Simmie Learns What Is and Was Ch. 04 Note: Sorry it's been a bit longer than I had intended since my last chapter in this story. I hope you all enjoy this one as well as you did the previous ones. Again, sorry for the shortness of the chapters, but I find that keeps you on your toes (or it does me, at least. : )~ ) Simmie moaned and stretched as she woke to Gil's mouth paying homage to her nipples as his hands worked their way down her body. "Good God, Gil, don't you ever get enough?" she asked teasingly. He rewarded her with a chuckle and a quick bite to the nipple he was lavishing. Her body may have been tender and sore in spots from his loving, but she wanted more. Quickly rolling him over, she straddled him, grasping his hard cock in her hands and stroking him lightly. She teasingly slid the head of it along her moistness. Back and forth, from her clit to the opening he was desperately seeking, she teased. She slid to where the head of his engorged cock was barely inside of her. He would thrust his hips upward, trying to grab her hips and bring her down upon him, but she was too fast for him. Repeatedly she teased him, just sinking down onto his rampant staff long enough for him to get a good feel, and retreat. "You are enjoying this entirely too much. Apparently, I've failed to teach you that I am the head of the pack in this family. Now, let's see who the beggar is." In one thrust, Gil was buried to the hilt inside her. "Oh GOD Gil!" was all she could muster before he started pumping into her with a fury that teetered on scaring. Never slowing his pace, Gil pumped into Simmie like he was a man on fire. Simmie felt the now familiar tightening and coiling heat in her body as Gil fucked her. Moaning, panting, and whimpering, Simmie rode back against him and ground her hips as far back as she could, feeling the last bit of her control shatter. "Gil!!!!! Oh Gil!" was all her scrambled mind could manage before she fell face first into the bed, still being battered by the waves of her orgasm and Gil's pounding. She felt him swell and before she could make note of the changes in his body and the noises he was making, she felt the knot at the entrance to her pussy again. Pushing, trying to get in as she heard him howl out his release with one last thrust and the engorged knot was lodged inside her once more as Gil emptied his seed. Gil's enlarged frame was bearing down on her, holding her in place as she felt his cock continue to pulse inside of her battered pussy. "Gil, honey, please." She panted, trying to catch her breath. As he tried to move, she remember the knot, she could handle it as long as he didn't move, "just stay there. At least until the knot goes down, I can't handle the pain from that thing pulling out of me." He just grunted and she lay there, remembering his warning of not to look at him while he was changed. Slowly, his body started morphing back to the Gil she knows and loves. Loves? It's a little soon for that, surely! "Hiya Toots, miss me? Nah, it ain't too soon for love. You've known him your entire life, kiddo." Simmie rolled her eyes, of all the times for the voice to come back. Simmie's thoughts were interrupted as Gil slid off and out of her, sitting on the bed beside her. "Oh my God, Simmie. Honey, I didn't mean to go crazy like that. I told you, when you tease me like that you unleash the beast like nobody else can. Did I hurt you?" Rubbing her back, he looked so concerned and scared that she couldn't bear to tell him that she felt like she'd been rode hard and put away wet "No Gil. I'm fine, honest. I just learned a valuable lesson though." Trying to shrug it off, she sat up and felt her tummy muscles protesting. "Although, if you continue with the beastie treatment, you may very well be answering to "Daddy" pretty soon." As she said the last, she felt a yearning she hadn't felt before. What would it be like to carry his children, to feel that life moving inside of her? Better yet, what would their children look like? A few hours later, Simmie found herself wondering yet again what it would be like to have Gil's children growing inside of her. Would they be able to shape shift inside of her, and dear Lord, would she have a litter or just one? Panicking, she went in search of Gil to ask. Looking all over the keep for him, she couldn't find him, so she searched the stables. Nothing. Where could he be? "Toots, I think you need to check the fields." The Voice again. "Call me crazy, but I have a feeling." Simmie went in search of Brunhilde just on the off chance that she'd seen Gil. "Nope, Brunhilde not seen Master Geel een few hours. I deed hear de stable hand talking to heem earlier today though. They vere goink to check de nort voods und fields for strays sometime." As always, trying to follow what Brunhilde was saying was like trying to see through mud. "Toots, I know he said not to go there, but if you think something's wrong, and you feel it, then you need to go make sure." The Voice was just as vocal as ever. Simmie ran out to the stables, made one quick walk through to ensure that the stable boy and the manager weren't there, and quickly saddled Beelzebub. "C'mon boy, I need your help. I know you don't like the north woods and fields either, but we gotta find Gil." She rubbed him down as she tightened the saddle strap one more time just to make sure it wasn't going to slip. Hauling herself into the saddle, she kicked Beelzebub into a run. "Please, God, please, let Gil be okay." She repeated the entire way to the fields. What she found when she got there was enough to scare her to death. Gil was lying on the edge of the woods right inside the field, and the stable manager and the stable boy were both torn to shreds, bleeding, and barely breathing. Gil was in the form of a wolf with a large wound to his hindquarters that looked like something had tried its best to rip his legs off. Jumping down from the stallion, she ran to check on the manager and boy. "Simmie! Get out of here!" Gil told her telepathically. "Go to the keep; get all of the clansmen you can from the fields and from the keep. Tell them to hurry, and that the Darks are coming back. Don't come back with them, lock every door and window to the keep and let NOBODY in. I will let you know when I am near so you can let us in." "Gil, I'm not leaving you, I won't!" She helped the stable manager sit his horse, and got the stable boy up across his lap. Then she told Gil "I need you to help me with your weight. I can carry you across my lap but I need you to help me get you onto the horse." Turning to Beelzebub, she told him "Buddy, I know you don't like wolves, and I know you know there's something in the woods, and it's getting closer. I need you to help me get Gil back home though, will you help me?" He nickered and tossed his head but leaned into her neck and nuzzled her, giving his consent to help. Gil panted and drug himself over to the horse, which amazingly, knelt down for the injured wolf to get onto his back. Simmie, near tears, swung into the saddle, and kicked Beelzebub into a dead heat back to the keep. She felt sick; a terrible nagging pain racked her from her lower back down to her heels. "Gil, something's wrong with me." She tried telling him with her mind, the wolf whined on her lap. She heard "I know baby, its ok. It was a ghost of pain for me. Sympathy pains, if you will. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave my thoughts open like that." As suddenly as the pain had come, it left. Reaching the keep, they passed the stables and ran straight up to the front door. Simmie jumped off of the stallion, threw the door open and started yelling for help. Soon, the entire clan was on the front steps, helping the wounded inside. After the initial chaos had died down, Gil and the other two had been cleaned, fed, and stabilized. Guards were posted at the entrances to the keep, and patrols were established for the grounds. Simmie sat at Gil's side, watching his breathing. He may still be in wolf form, but that didn't mean he wasn't her Gil, and she didn't love him. It's amazing what a few hours and nearly losing someone can do to your perspective.