2 comments/ 27184 views/ 30 favorites The Werewolf By: 777shewolf777 I was invited to an exclusive Halloween bash at the Hilton, only the crème of the crop asked to attend, the glamorous and ritzy people who matter. This was a yearly charity event to help less fortunate children, being held by a group of people I fully supported, and it was five thousand dollars a seat. This was also a mask ball, everyone ordered to wear a mask and the person with the best, unique costume was to add another thousand to the pot sponsored by my company. I was the lucky person who is to give away the check, a huge privilege. I decided to attend as the goddess of love, Aphrodite, planning to enchant every male to walk through the door, knowing that they will succumb to my spell. I donned on a blonde wig, its tresses flowing down my back, caressing my bottom with love, carefully placing a golden tiara on top. I squeezed my breasts into a satin white bra, accenting my fine curves and golden skin, from the fake tan from the spray bottle, and sexy belly with a ring. Over my legs, I slipped into a white matching thong, lightly running my hands over the smoothness, giggling as I see my eyes begin to dilate with lust. I had admitted I was stunning. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was almost time to go. I threw on the final additions, beginning with a satin toga, sheer enough to see my coloring, but not enough to get a clear view of my assets. On my fingers and toes, I decorated myself with gold rings, smiling at the perfect manicure and pedicure I spoiled myself to earlier in the day, and placed gold bands around my biceps and a golden choker making it look as I was the slave, not the men. Last, I slipped into white sandals and with a final twirl as I placed my mask into place, left. The room was completely full, friends chatting eagerly, couples dancing to the orchestra, and many others laughing and having a good time. The tables surrounded the dance floor, their centerpieces exceptionally rare, constructed for the Halloween season, monster waiters walking around with trays of wine and appetizers. Behind the orchestra, a stage decorated as a graveyard, with two long tables along each side of a tombstone podium, with five names on each table; I was placed on the right. Before dinner, I danced with many men including Lancelot, two Greek gods, a few vampires, and others all vying for my attention, practically kissing my feet. I loved the looks I was receiving, basking in the warmth of touches, bodies swaying seductively in a lover's game. I drank many glasses of wine between sets, laughing at bawdy jokes and cracks on some of the costumes. The more I drank, I felt hot, the feel of satin caressing my skin, the leering from men gluing to my boobs causing my nipples to peak, inviting a bold male to grab, take what he wants. I was at the point where I did not want to be treated like a female of the eighteen hundreds, but a wanton slut, to take to the closet and fuck me good. That is when I noticed him, a wolf, werewolf to be exact, yellow eyes glowing, following my every move, face expressionless, a sneer at the touch of men as they tried to impress me. His chest pure male muscle, hair coating his skin like a shield, man nipples hard as nails, peaking for his mate, beckoned to me, calling silently to taste. His long snout appeared real, glistening white teeth bared savagely as he witnessed my current admirer whispering in my ear, my eyes widening as he stalked closer, anger glinting in his eyes. I trembled as I watch his long legs, loping like a wolf preying, hunting for fresh meat, his muscles flexing with each step, feet as hairy as the rest of him. What caught, and kept, my attention was the large muscle between his thighs, bobbing in a threatening manner, answering my unconscious call to be mated, to him. There was no way that thing was part of the costume, it was too grand, veins throbbing along the shaft, head pulsing with lust, demanding satisfaction from his lover. I quickly excused myself from my partner, rushing for the garden hoping the scent of flowers would hide my feminine smell from the beast. I ducked and dodged, eyes wildly seeking for a hiding place, finding none as all the paths were taken, lovers trysting, the forbidden garden. Gasping, I spot a waterfall, an opening barely visible to the naked human eye, I sneak behind, and smiling as it seems to be a hidden chamber. Within held a large king-size bed, covered in burgundy blankets, a canopy surrounding the bed, and candles lighting the room making the chamber to appear more romantic then it was. The rock floors were covered with cream Berber carpet, and Asian rugs, interesting pictures woven as to tell old stories, legends of the past. The same drawings imprinted on the rugs matched the paintings on the walls, pictures of werewolves turning, some engaged in different stages of copulation, snouts grinding between female hind legs, tongues wagging, and drool dripping. Doglike cocks hanging loosely as the females bucked crazily against their mates, the males howling at the full moon, eyes eerily aglow with desires beyond the anything human. Another picture of ten male werewolf's circled around a lone female, tail between her hind legs trembling as they snapped at her, penis' standing out dry humping the air, wanting to be the first to sample their find, plant his seed within. In addition, the last picture of a male in heat, fucking a human female from behind, doggie style, and her legs spread wide, him bent over her, teeth clamped on her shoulder in full possession, as he claws at her white skin, marks bleeding. Though secretly thrilled by this kinky room, I was terrified I had involuntarily walked into the beasts' lair, giving him my acceptance of him and his possessiveness. I turned towards the door, stopping when I spied two like statues of wolves, male by the stone dicks shooting out from the middle of their legs, heads raised in a quiet howl, of pleasure or pain I was not too sure. Curious, I walked slowly up to one, fingers already seeking for a touch, mystified by how sexually alluring they were. Their jaws tensed, teeth razor sharp, glittering in the candlelight, my shaking hands cupping around the ears in a loving way, appeasing him, trying to communicate and ease his pain. I stroked his head, imaging the softness of his fur, shivering as I visually pictured how his coat would feel against my heated skin, brushing, surrounding me in different warmth, causing my body to heat with a lust too wild to tame. My palms trailed down his chest, nails carving against the stone, wanting to hold the fur in my clutches, pleading for him to protect me. I nuzzled his neck, feeling my way to his pointy wolf like penis, both hands smoothing from the tip to the base in a wanton caress, wanting to straddle this gorgeous beast, screw him until we both die of fulfilled pleasure. I was too turned on to notice the shifting of candlelight, the air flowing through the room, a dangerous current forewarning me, but I was much more content to molest the wolf. A low snarl pulled me out of my daze, hot breath curling around my ears, my wig blowing around my body, whether hiding me or cloaking my sensual limbs from the beast. I spun, facing my attacker with wide frightened eyes, my desire still evident and clutched to the massive cock to hold myself up. I could feel the hot body crowding into mine, fur brushing my sensitive skin causing me to shudder violently, the stone shaft jutting at me from behind, trying to find his home, my pussy. Trapping me, my wolf leaned slowly into me, watching for my every expression, sniffing at my hair, my neck, his tongue flickering for his first taste. Holding my breath, I shivered as the thick muscle trailed wetly around the shell of my ear, darting in and out, pulling a suffering moan from deep within me. His large teeth nibbled at my collarbone, before clamping on my shoulder, proving his strength, his power of me, a mere human woman. The feel of his salvia tickling as it dripped onto my shoulder, slowly trickling past my sheer toga, between my pushed up tits. Goosebumps began to rise, not from the chill of the room but from the seduction, this wild beast was creating. With his free hand, or paw, he shred my toga, leaving it in strips to fall gently to the floor, his growl of approval echoing throughout the room, my skin unmarred by his claw. Then he sliced through the center of my bra, it caught on my arms, barring me from movement, only my thong attached to me. He continued to sniff at me with his damp nose, lapping the peaks of my nipples, mewing at every whimper I make, his laps turning into nibbles, the points of his teeth scraping the sensitive parts of my womanly body. Losing my fear of him, I loosened my grip of the fake dick and grabbed a tight hold of the wolf conquering me now, his fur as soft as I had imagined, my fingers running through his locks with contentment, letting him pleasure my breasts, worshipping them as I had planned on men to do this night. With his meaty paws, he lifted me up, the tip of the stone penis poking at my woman portal; I sucked in a breath, waiting to see what his true intent was, for him to watch the statue devour me or vise versa. I did not wait long for he lowered me onto the dog like dick, growling in satisfaction as I squirmed to get away from the marauding shaft. My struggles were for naught as I slid down the muscle, head arched for the thickness was amazing, even air could not sneak by, and my walls stretched to the max. My breasts he continued to feast on my position making it easier for him to reach devour as he pumped me up and down on the stone, my cries causing him to go faster, the point of the cock jabbing into my womb, the pain making it worthwhile. The torture of being held on the edge of my orgasm made me more antsy, my arms trying to catch his shaking shoulders, wanting to brace myself, wanting to take control for I knew as hard as he was fighting, he was at the breaking point himself. I wanted to beg, my mouth ready to sigh the words, plead for mercy that I knew he would not show, my pride be damned because heavens help me all I wanted, needed was the feel of total release, pure female satisfaction. Before I could stutter a word, he fell back to his hind legs, claws scraping the floor roughly, his snout scenting my feminine perfume, greedily press his nose against my clitoris, the sensation unbelievable, a feeling never felt by human men. Then his bulging tongue snaked out, taking one long stroke, my fluids coating his tongue, his throat constricting at the sweet, spicy taste of my juices. I came hard, pussy juice pouring out of me, his rough tongue darting like a spear into my hole, his jaw tight as he ate me out until every last drop was gone, still spearing me with the statue, my vision blurred with tears as I screamed. With a bark, he tossed me from him, throwing his head back as he licked his chops clean, getting each last drop clinging to his coat, before sucking the statue dry, my fluid mixed with blood, the tip of the cock causing me to bleed. While he was distracted, I scrambled away, not bothering to find my clothes, darting for the entrance to the cave, knowing he was too entranced with his lust to care for my safekeeping. Slow movements and a couple times thinking he noticed my escape, I smiled with relief as I made it past the waterfall, not caring how wet I got as long as I was safe and away from the monster. I glanced back once, no one or thing followed, thanking God as I scrammed quicker, wincing at the rustling of leaves and crunching twigs from below. It took a few minutes before I then listened, all silent, none of the birds chirping, the scuttle of chipmunks and squirrels, even the other guests taking strolls along the enchanted paths. A howl rose up in the trees, filled with anger and loss, the need to be complete with his mate, and jealousy and hatred, who ever crossing his path will be struck done, those barring him from his life mate to be destroyed. I squealed as I took off in a dead run, refusing to be a victim a second time, unsure if I would survive this beast and his love again. I could feel the closeness of him, batting away the branches, not caring of the scrapes and bruises I was receiving, the mulch cutting into my feet as they slipped through the openings. With a roar, the werewolf leapt on me, shoving me face forward in the dirt, ignoring me as I spit out the nasty mulch, choking on the splinters caught in my throat, realizing how raw it was from my earlier cries. I did fight this time, biting at his legs, uncaring of the chunks of fur inside of my mouth, happy when he whined in pain, keeping up the attack until he retaliated by grabbing a fistful of my hair, the wig wrenched off my head. The wig angered him more as he tossed it away, catching on a tree branch, redirecting his hand to grip my actual hair, yanking me off him, crying in pain, spots flashing behind my eyes lids. Drawing up my hips, lower body still pinned to the ground, he thrust forward, cock entering me without preamble, growling in pleasure, humping me like a bitch in heat. His powerful body covering mine, protecting me from my own fighting, hips pumping into my dripping cunt, a growl of finalization echoing in my ears, and I whimper in defeat, head down. His jaw clamped on the base of my throat, holding tight as his larger body blew out of control, animal instinct taking over, his mind full of claiming his mate, getting her with whelps. I began to feel the quickening of my release, ass-pounding back against his groin, taking over his domination as I arch into him, my breath hissing in excitement as I feel his shaft throbbing bigger in my vagina. Heat shot through my veins as his teeth lightly pierced my sweaty skin, I sigh in exhalation, my fingers digging into the dirt below, trying to push as close as I can, the end rapidly approaching for both of us. With one long last stroke, we exploded, our fluids melting into one, our scents as explosive as our climax. We fell into a deep slumber, not caring how naked we were, expired from the energy we spent during the chase, the hunt of capturing our destiny, our life mate. Hours later, when I woke, I stared at my wolf; his sleeping form had changed back into a human male in his prime. He was the most arresting specimen I had laid eyes on, glad to know that he was as wild for me as I was for him. Giving him a lasting kiss, I slipped away, using the camouflage of tress for my escape, wanting to go home and dream more about my beast. The Werewolf The reporter and his camera man stood just outside the yellow crime scene tape encircling the grassy clearing. Police and members of the forensic team roamed it and the surrounding woods searching for clues to the missing girl's whereabouts. Numbered cones and multi colored flags dotted the area near the center of the clearing. The reporter reviewed his notes when the camera man signaled him it was time to go on the air. He straightened his hair and looked into the lens as the camera man counted down on his fingers then pointed to the newsman... Twelve hours earlier... The forest was alive that night as Liz lay naked in the soft grass of the clearing. Crickets chirped, frogs peeped and the occasional hoot of an owl could be heard but the close set trees seemed to muffle the sounds. A slight breeze rustled the branches high above while Liz gazed at the full moon stalking across the autumn sky, hoping tonight would be the night her fantasy would come true. A fantasy that if realized could mean the end of her life. She had often dreamed of encounters with mythical creatures such as elves, fairies and the like but to meet a true lycanthrope had captivated her imagination for as long as she could remember. And now in her early twenties the fantasy has taken on a new twist with her hope of a sexual encounter. Her nipples stood erect on her amble breasts but was it the cool night air making them so agonizingly hard or the anticipation of a possible sexual encounter with a werewolf. Liz's hands caressed the soft flesh of her C cup boobs, making her tremble. She moved her right hand down to another area that needed attention, her aching clit. A quiet gasp escaped her lips at the first light touch of her throbbing bud as the warm wetness seeped from her damp sex. Liz could smell her own arousal so she knew her mythical lover would have no trouble finding her in the clearing if he truly existed. Her pale skin and russet hair glowed in the moon light, making her stand out from the subdued back ground like a candle in a dark room. Her middle finger parted her wet folds and sank into her fiery hole. Liz needed him to find her soon or she'd go crazy with desire. A distant howl made her freeze. Its subtle undulations were like music to her ears. Her heart began to race as the seconds turned to minutes. She strained to hear the faintest sound but only the scraping of branches could be heard, the other nocturnal creatures had gone silent. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as the excitement and fear grew within her. Liz scanned the tree line searching for the predator that prowled the forest but all she could see was blackness. A twig snapped to her right and Liz turned toward the sound, her heart pounding in her ears. Her mind began drawing images of the creature she knew was just beyond her sight, terror and lust filling her very core. Liz didn't know if she'd be the next meal of a savage beast or its mate. How could she know? Werewolves didn't really exist, they were just monsters of legend and myth brought to life in books and movies but Liz wanted to believe otherwise. She could see a light, no two lights dimly glowing in the blackness, set close together. Eyes watched her from just within the trees, hovering a foot or two off the ground. 'Could it be a wolf or coyote looking for an easy kill or maybe a feral dog?' she thought. Liz began to doubt herself and the decision to seek out the illusive creature that had perpetrated the vicious attacks on lone hikers over the years. 'Was it actually just a known animal,' she wondered as she sat starring into the darkness, then the eyes began to rise up until they were more than six feet in the air. She knew now it was no normal canine and her stomach fluttered with a renewed excitement yet fear lingered with the unknown intentions of the beast watching her. A black form materialized from the shadows, slowing approaching the vulnerable woman. Liz could see powerful legs beneath a narrow waist and muscular arms attached to broad shoulders on this yet unidentified creature. Long boney fingers armed with sharp claws and the fearsome maw filled with jagged teeth could also be seen. Liz felt a powerful urge to run as the hairy hulking beast continued to advance on her but she knew she wouldn't make it twenty feet before her would be on her, rending her flesh to ribbons. Liz controlled her fear and put the next part of her plan into motion, hoping that if she appealed to the creature's base instincts to mate, she might not be eaten. She got onto her hands and knees with her ass in the air and her upper body pressed into the grass, offering her dripping pussy to the beast. The werewolf crouched preparing to give chase to his fleeing prey but when she didn't attempt to escape, he looked at her warily. His sensitive nose picked up the scent of her aroused sex, giving him pause. He paced a few feet away from the young woman trying to assess the situation before committing to action. His desire to mate with her was over riding his malevolent urge for blood. He suddenly leapt forward, landing on all fours beside Liz, snarling menacingly with his dagger like fangs inches from her face. Liz didn't move, trying to keep her fear in check. The werewolf circled her, growling and sniffing the air, sizing up this tiny woman. He stuck his muzzle into the cleft of her ass and ran his long tongue up her wet valley. She gasped, causing him to leap backward, snarling once again. When he realized there was no threat he resumed licking her pussy and then circling again. As he passed beside Liz, she could see his erect penis protruding from its sheath. She slowly reached out for it and was met by a threatening growl but it didn't stop her. Her fingers closed around the thick hard shaft and she felt the intense heat coming from it. It looked like a cross between a human penis and a canine one. The head was similar to that of a man but the shaft had the bulging taper of a dog. The growling stopped and the werewolf didn't move as Liz slowly stroked the creature's massive cock. He craned his neck around and his tongue found her pulsating pussy once more, snaking its way deep inside her. She moaned in pure ecstasy as a powerful orgasm grew within her. Her grip tightened on the werewolf's cock, causing him to hump the air. His tongue ran up her wet cleft again and again from clit to ass hole, unleashing her pent up orgasm. She released his cock to keep from toppling over as her body trembled violently. The creature moved behind Liz, his tongue never leaving her spasming pussy. She quickly came again, this time nearly passing out as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt his giant hands close around her waist, the long clawed fingers over lapping on her abdomen. She was panting, trying to regain her breath when the werewolf removed his tongue and positioned his dripping cock at her opening. He stabbed it in, painfully stretching her tight pussy. Her nails dug into the soft soil as she clenched her teeth. She expected him to begin the jack hammering thrusts common with canines but instead he drove into her with long measured strokes. Liz's body eventually accommodated his massive girth and she began to enjoy his rhythmic fucking of her. It was then she felt his knot hitting her labia and the fear of being torn open by it flashed in her mind. The next time his knot pressed against her flared lips, the beast pulled her backward onto his swelling bulge. Liz screamed as the knot pushed passed her tightly stretched opening, ballooning to unimaginable size inside her. The sounds of her animalistic grunts and ragged gasps for air filled the otherwise quiet clearing. She felt as if a cantaloupe had been shoved inside her attached to the business end of a Louisville slugger. A thunderous howl split the air when the werewolf began to cum. Boiling hot sperm gushed into Liz with incredible force, adding to the bitter sweet pain and pleasure she was experiencing. She was about to orgasm again when the creature's arms encircled her torso and she was lifted from the ground. Liz's sweat soaked and matted red hair hung in her face and her feet dangled above the ground while he made erratic thrusts. Liz could feel her orgasm enveloping her as a primal scream was wrenched from her lungs. Again and again the guttural cry rent the air until her hoarse voice began to give out. Liz looked down at herself, impaled on the beast's gargantuan cock. Her breasts shook and streaks of blood ran from scratches on her belly and hips from his sharp claws. There was a building pressure in her abdomen from the enormous amount of cum being pumped into her womb; her stomach bulging as if she were several months pregnant. Her mind was clouded with the mixture of pain and pleasure when the werewolf let out a long undulating howl. A second voice joined his and as the blackness closed in on her, Liz realized it was her that was howling. Looking into the camera, the newsman began his report. "Elizabeth O'Donnell's car was found abandoned on Highway 80 approximately a mile and a half from here. Behind me, police officers and CSI techs are scouring the clearing for any evidence of what happened to her. No body has been located but there are signs of a struggle and clothes, blood and hair were found that are assumed to be hers. There are also tracks from two large animals, believed to be wolves, leaving the clearing. It's also believed that her body was carried off but it has yet to be found. A local rancher reported seeing two wolves running north, one black and a lighter one with a reddish tint to its fur..." The Werewolf Jess-Belle opened the door, something she'd never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach. The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered through the stirring pines. It a nice night, but no one in their right mind would be out. No one but Jess-Belle, and even she hesitated before stepping over the threshold. The door shut behind her very quietly. A dirt path led from the little cottage to the main trail and from there, eventually, to the paved road into town, but she didn't take that. Instead she went the back way, into the woods, following a path so faint it was almost invisible. The tall trees with their old branches blocked out the sky but they couldn't hide the silver-blue moon. Jess-Belle liked the way the moonlight gilded the tips of the pine needles and her long, filed nails. All the familiar rocks and streams and coils of underbrush along the path looked strange and new, as if the forest had taken off a mask for just one night. She was, of course, worried. Not about being out, but that Billy-Ben might not meet her after all. He too had never snuck out on Full Moon Night (even at her age Jess-Belle couldn't help but think of the expedition as "sneaking out," as if she were still a schoolgirl fearing her parents' remonstrations), and he might lose his nerve. It wasn't the idea of waiting all night that bothered her so much as the long walk back to a lonely bed and another month of anxious nights. She was too old for this feeling, but it was there anyway. She realized she was stepping softly. There was no reason to, of course. No one was around to- A dark shape appeared on the path. Jess-Belle clapped a hand over her mouth to stop her scream and hunched down in the hollow of a tree, waiting for the flare of panic in her chest to burn out. The shape was just a few feet away, crossing the path and leaving a rustle of pine needles in its wake. It was a strange thing, hunched and misshapen. Was it coming closer or going away? She couldn't tell without peeking. Mouthing a prayer, Jess-Belle leaned around the corner... She almost laughed. It was Granny Mim, the fisherwoman from the other side of the hollow. Her strange silhouette was due to the shawl over her head and the pack on her back. Whatever she was lugging it was big and cumbersome and it bent her double. Jess-Belle watched the fisherwoman amble off and counted two hundreds breaths from the last time she heard the old woman's steps, and when she was certain the coast was clear she came out again. She cocked her head after Granny Mim. What was that old coot doing sneaking around on Full Moon Night, hauling God-knows-what through a neck of the woods half a mile from her creek? It was none of Jess-Belle's business, of course. But what if... No time to wonder now; the scare had made her late. Assuming Billy-Ben was really coming, of course. She followed the trail through the oldest part of the forest and up the hillside, to the place where the trees broke and the clover grew in as soft as a feather bed. She flopped down on it just like she'd done as a little girl and looked at the night sky. The moon was like a big yellow eye. It was strange to think she'd never seen it this way before. What have you been up to on nights like this, she wondered, when I haven't been around? Have you been keeping secrets? A shadow fell over Jess-Belle at the same time a hand touched her shoulder. She grabbed the arm and rolled over, yanking the intruder off his feet, and for a second the two of them rolled down the grade together, one tumbling over the other. When they landed Jess-Belle was on bottom, chest heaving from the struggle, and on top of her was a surprised young man-barely more than a boy-whose unruly blond hair was dotted with clover leaves from the fall. He held up one hand in a gesture of truce. "It's me!" said Billy-Ben. "I know." "Then why'd you pull me off my feet?" "You scared me. You had it coming." For a second they stayed like that, with Billy-Ben sprawled on top. His other hand had landed just under her left breast. When he noticed it he blushed and rolled over, dusting off his shirt and breeches. Jess-Belle propped herself up on one arm and looked at him. In the moonlight he looked even younger than he was. She saw him swallow hard before he spoke. "I'm sorry I snuck up on you Mrs. T-" "Call me Jess-Belle. Not Mrs. Turner." "Jess-Belle," Billy-Ben said. "Right. I'm I didn't mean to scare you." "Yes you did," Jess-Belle said. Then she snuggled up to his side. He jumped as if a bee had stung him. "You knew just what you were doing." "Reckon I did," he said, then went quiet. From the top of the hill they could see almost the entire valley and, distantly, the few faint lights of the town. Everything was still, as if the night was holding its breath. Jess-Belle slipped her hand into Billy-Ben's. "Did you make it out okay?" said Billy-Ben. "I was worried..." "About the werewolf?" She snarled, then giggled like a schoolgirl. "'Course not," said Billy-Ben, sounding almost defensive. "I meant did you have any trouble with Mr. Turner?" "Mr. Turner is never home on Full Moon Night." Billy-Ben blinked. "Why?" "He's the werewolf." Jess-Belle looked Billy-Ben in the eyes. She held the look as long as she could before cracking up. Snorting between giggles she said, "I'm just teasing, Billy. It's because he closes the shop in the town so late and he doesn't want to walk all the way home after sundown on nights like this. You know how folks are: superstitious." She laid her head on his shoulder again. "There's no real werewolf. That's an old folk's story." "'I know that," Billy-Ben said, but there was a tremor in his voice that suggested relief. "I wouldn't be out here if I believed, would I?" He dared give her body a little squeeze, as if to prove it. "But Mr. Turner must believe it, if he doesn't want to walk home on Full Moon Night," Billy-Ben added, after pondering the matter for a moment. "Maybe," said Jess-Belle. "Or maybe he's just got someone else he wants to spend nights like this with. None of my business. How about you, Billy? Did you have any trouble getting past your ma?" Billy-Ben rubbed the few wispy blond hairs on his chin and said, "Ma's never home on Full Moon Night neither. She's always out..." He stumbled for a second, then said: "She's out working her still." Jess-Belle sat up. "Why Billy...are you telling me your old ma is out moonshining?" Billy-Ben shrugged. "It's the one night ain't nobody's around to catch her." Jess-Belle giggled. Soon she couldn't stop. "Don't you laugh at my ma," Billy-Ben said, but Jess-Belle shook her head between giggles. "It ain't that I'm laughing at her. It's just, well, your ma's stuff really is moonshine, isn't it? Full Moonshine!" And she pitched herself on the ground and laughed as loud as she dared, and in a minute Billy-Ben was laughing too. Then he surprised her by producing a flask from his back pocket. "It's what's left of what she made last Full Moon Night," he said. "I snuck it." "Why you little devil," Jess-Belle said. The polished flask gleamed. She took a sip and it burned all the way down. Billy-Ben reached for it but she pulled it away, teasing. "I don't think you're old enough for this." "I'm almost 19," Billy-Ben said, sitting up a little straighter. "Then you can almost have some," Jess-Belle said, tipping the flask a couple inches short of him and letting a few silvery drops fall onto the grass. Then she sat on his lap and draped one arm around his neck, dribbling some more of it into his mouth. He licked the burning liquor off his lips. She ran a hand through his hair. "I remember when you were just as little as a Junebug and rambling into my schoolhouse every morning." Her lips were less than an inch from his. She smelled the liquor on his breath. "How long ago was that now, Billy? I know how many years it's been, but how long, really?" "Not sure what you mean..." "It doesn't matter. Look at the moon. You know what it means when it gets full like that? It means there's nowhere else to go. Once it's full it can't get no fuller. That's all there is." She kissed him, tasting the liquor fire in his mouth. Her tongue darted against his. She wondered if he'd ever had a real kiss before. He was handsome, but he'd always been such a shy, bashful child that it would take an awfully determined mountain girl to get a kiss out of him. They lingered like this for a few seconds ,and then the sound of something stirring in the brush made them both stop. Billy-Ben drew his arms tighter around her. "What's that?" "Some critter." A branch snapped and something shuffled through dry pine needles. Billy-Ben swallowed. "What if it's the werewolf?" "There is no werewolf." "Course there ain't. ...but what if it's the werewolf anyhow?" Jess-Belle squinted but couldn't see whatever was out there. So she threw her head back and let out the loudest, most piercing wolf-howl she could summon, so loud that her throat ached. Billy-Ben cried out in surprise. The sound in the brush receded. "Whatever it was it's gone now," she said. "Let's go see." "Mrs. Turn-I mean, Jess-Belle, wait!" "Come dance with me, Billy-Ben. In the moonlight." She skirted away and let her shawl float to the ground. Then she undid the buttons of her blouse, plucking them with her nails and backing away another step each time. "Come catch me," she said, dropping her blouse on the ground too. Billy-Ben looked unsure, but when she beckoned he came. He was a big strong boy, all farmer's muscles. He looked away and maybe even blushed as she undressed him, taking her time with his shirt buttons and tracing the lines of his body. She turned his face back toward her with a fingertip on his chin. "Don't you like looking at me?" she said. "You know I do." "Then come look at all of me." She pulled her boots off and shimmied out of her jeans. Her pale body glowed in the moonlight. Billy-Ben looked dazzled. "You can do more than just look," she said, guiding one of his hands to her hip and another to her breast. "Don't that feel good?" He replied by kissing her, first on the lips and then on the side of her neck. She cooed. "That's good, Billy. Now kiss me here." She pointed. "And here." Again. "And here..." She trailed her finger all the way down... The clover was still as soft as she remembered from when she was Billy-Ben's age. It turned the hard ground into the best bed in the world. They lay with their limbs wrapped around each other and their mouths pressed together, all hot and heavy, just like she remembered. There'd been boys who looked just like Billy-Ben back then. She'd gotten older, but the boys stayed the same age. It was his first, of course. That was no surprise. But there wasn't much need to tell him what to do, and that was a relief. Jess-Belle put her arms behind her head and relaxed, letting him kiss and suck each of her breasts. Now and then his teeth would get in the way. He was rough and clumsy, but she didn't mind. When his hands found the spot between her thighs he didn't seem to know quite how to go ahead, so she showed him. She could feel every callous on his fingers. "It's supposed to get wet, so don't get scared of it." "I know that," he said. "The guys told me." "Which guys? Any of the boys from my old class?" She bit him on the side of the neck. He yelped. "Are you going to tell 'the guys' about me?" "I never would." "Yeah you would," she said. "It's all right. I know how it is. Here, I'll do something for you." And before he could squirm away she bit him again and sucked her lips against the spot, so that when she came away there was a bright purple bruise. He clapped his hand to it. "Now you'll have to tell them. They'll notice that." "Ma'll notice it too," he said, sounding annoyed. She shrugged, tracing the outline of the mark with a finger? "Did I hurt you, Billy? You can just come on down here and hurt me back." She pulled him down. She held his face very close to hers and whispered against his mouth. "Go on," she said. "It won't bite you." "You just said it was gonna hurt you." "Different kind of hurt. You'll understand when you're older. Come on." She grabbed his rounded behind and pulled him in. Once the tip was inside it was easy to get him to go the rest of the way. She made him go slow, making sure he felt every inch on the way in. After all, she thought, he only gets one first... With just a little coaxing he got eager, and then he got rough, and soon Jess-Belle's fingers were twisted in the grass and pulling up the clover as she pawed at the ground and bucked upward into the young, strong body on top of hers. He didn't shy away now when she traced the lines of his naked chest, not even when she let the sharp edge of her nails leave red trails across him. He'd be sore in the morning, she knew. For that matter, so would she. "You're almost there," she said, pushing into him some more. "Just a little bit more. Don't push it back. Let it come." She cupped his face in both hands and whispered against his lips as he labored over (and inside of) her, his short, heavy thrusts going to one side as he leaned. She was wet and warm for him. She let her fingers get lost in the tangle of his hay-colored hair and nipped his lower lip with tiny, encouraging kisses, one after another, like a countdown, until the moment she felt his whole body coil up like a spring...and then let go. She became warmer inside and Billy-Ben almost fell over. He lay panting next to her, so she pursed her lips and blew across his sweaty skin, watching the fine hairs on him stand up. "How do you feel?" she said, propping herself up on one elbow. "Good, I suppose. Real good. Except..." "Except what?" "Nothin'" he said, opting to kiss her instead, and she let him leave it at that. "I guess I didn't last very long, huh?" "That doesn't matter as much. Anyway, you'll get better." She lay across his chest and listened to his heartbeat. The forest was stirring all around them, but neither of them paid attention to it. "Hey," he said after a time. "If you don't believe in the werewolf how come you've never been out on Full Moon Night before?" "Never had a reason. More'n that, you've gotta be careful. If anyone gets the idea you've been out on a night like this they'll think you've got secrets." "Does anyone really believe in the werewolf, though? What's everybody so scared of if there's no such thing?" "Real people are scarier than any old story. Might be we're all scared of ourselves. Sometimes on nights like this I reckon I really do hear something howling..." And then, realizing what she was about to say, she stopped, overcome with horror. She stood up and when he reached for her again she pushed his hands away. "Get your clothes back on. We've gotta get." It was still night and the moon was still out, but the forest had lost something of its luster, as if tarnished a bit around the edges. Once dressed they lingered a few minutes, Jess-Belle twining her fingers around Billy-Ben's. "You'll come back to me, won't you Billy? You'll come back again next full moon?" Billy-Ben pondered for a moment, and then he just nodded. Jess-Belle favored him with a quick kiss and left with the taste of his smooth young lips on hers. The walk back took longer than the walk out on account of she was sore. She didn't bother to walk softly or cover her tracks this time. She remembered the words of the song her old aunt used to sing on nights like this: "The werewolf, the werewolf, comes stepping along. He don't even break the branches where he's gone..." The cottage porch creaked as she reached for the door latch, and she paused. Something was moving off in the woods again. She heard the faint padding of a foot on loose ground. She felt-or thought she felt-eyes on the back of her head and imagined turning around and seeing those eyes, and the face they belonged to. Had it been watching her all along? Did it know what she'd done? Her hand trembled... She darted inside and ran the lock home. She pressed her ear to the door, but all she could hear was the thudding of her own heart. She teased a curtain aside and looked out. Nothing was there, of course. But there was a place where some branches were swaying, as if something had been there only a moment ago- It was the wind Jess-Belle decided. Surely it was just the wind? None of the other branches were moving, but that didn't mean she couldn't believe it. Still, she double-checked the locks on the doors and all the windows, and only once satisfied that they were secure did she go to bed. She didn't bother to undress or even take off her boots. She must have tracked forest dirt and pine needles all through the house, but she'd clean up in the morning. For now she lay on the top covers, curled around the empty spot on the other side of the mattress. She traced the dent of a head that wasn't on the pillow and thought. The curtains were drawn but the moonlight got in anyway. There was no keeping it out on a night like this. She hoped Billy-Ben got home without being caught. He was too young for all this, she knew. Not just too young to be with her but too young for all these secrets. She felt guilty for putting him up to it. But he's a grown man, she reminded herself, or close enough. He can make up his own mind. She rolled over. She never could sleep on nights like this. What she'd told Billy-Ben was true: Sometimes she really did hear something howling at the moon, something sad and lost and dangerous. What she hadn't told him was that it wasn't out there in the forest she heard it. It was the sound her own heart made. And it scared her. The Werewolf and the Halfling Prologue. The vampire took a step back snarling fiercely. His confident demeanour was long gone. Red eyes swivelled franticly in his sockets. He was afraid; he could already feel the effects of the sun. Christian Valentine stood before him like a man etched in granite. Not even the gentle breeze could ruffle his long golden hair tied back with a leather thong. Hard muscles bulged as he threw an oaken stake at his adversary. The vampire laughed catching it in mid-air. Though his reflexes were quick, in the time it took him to catch the flying piece of wood, Christian stood behind him, his arms wrapped firmly around his chest. He stood strong as the vampire twisted, his foul breath and evil stench caused Christians eyes to water, still he stood a cynical smile on his lips as the first strands of light filled the air. "You will die too vampire," he snarled. Wincing as Christian applied more pressure around his torso, bones cracked under the strain, piercing his lungs and heart. "damn you!" He choked once more as boils and blisters spread over his body, smoke arose as he skin began to char. In a raspy voice, affected greatly by the heat he asked, "why do you not feel it?" Even in the midst of death he was intrigued by this 'vampire'. Christian laughed mockingly. Thick white hair sprouted from his face and chest, his bones became fluid and transformed into thick hind and fore legs. His face elongated and a dark muzzle sniffed disdainfully at the brittle black body. The vampire made a wheezing noise, Christian cocked his head as he recognized laughter. "The Valentine child, and I thought I was the unfortunate one." With that he head lolled to one side and burst into flame. Christian waited until the blaze stopped, watching the dying embers he recalled the vampires words. He looked to the sun and once again pondered what it would be like if sunlight could end his pitiful existence. He skulked into the surrounding trees, perhaps he would run with the wolves today, or replenish himself and find an unsuspecting victim. He laughed bitterly, what did it matter? A fragrance of roasting beef filled the air, licking his lips he turned back into a man. Powerful leg muscles stalked through the woodland until he came upon a MacDonald's. Maybe he'd just eat a burger. ONE Jessica de Groudané huffed, sending a stray trestle of red hair flying back on the crown of her head. Her fingers drummed against the wooden desk as her history teacher continued prattling on about the introduction of the windmill. "And so you see my friends, wind mills are the pillars of our society." ''oh yes, how ever would we survive without our trusty windmills?'' Jessica couldn't help but laugh as her best friend Toni, raked her hand through short purple hair and sent her an aspirated look with her telepathic message. Like her Toni was a lycanthrope or in twenty-first century terms, a werewolf. "Well that's the end of our lesson." Thank god, she thought to herself, slinging her backpack effortlessly onto her back. Like all Lycan's. They had a sensuality about them, and as always she caught the gazes of many men. "They are so sex starved. Look at Michael's face, he's practically snarling." Jessica bit back a laugh. She could see the hair on his arms standing up, erectly. "I think you should just put him out of his misery and make him your mate." Jessica rolled her eyes. That was what everyone was expecting. Michael was a direct link from the royal family. A distant cousin, and as custom had it they were meant to be. Jessica threw her bag into the back of her car. "So do you want a lift to the institute?" Toni shook her head. "Unlike you, I have a social life, but I'll see you this evening for training." Jessica shrugged her shoulders in a fluent motion and climbed into the car. She revelled in the refreshing San Francisco wind, her hair burst from her lose chignon. Tuning on the radio, she hummed to the frantic beat of 'Man Eater'. The large mansion that belonged to her grandfather loomed ahead. "Jessica de Groudané," she said into the intercom. Needs oil, she thought to herself as the large iron gates screeched open. The wheels crunched to a stop. Satisfied she stepped out, the familiar beep, beep of the alarm and she was in the house. She always felt a thrill entering de Groudané mansion. Every piece of furnishing was made of oak, in case a vampire managed to infiltrate the house. Vincent de Groudané taught ten werewolves at a time. Many decided to follow the road of a vampire hunter. There were many schools like this all over America at most two in each state. " Jessie girl is that you?" her body warmed all over as her grandfather walked down the large wooden stairs. At twenty-three hundred years, he was in his prime. Coal black hair was combed back into a small ponytail. Strong muscles rippled under his silken shirt as he engulfed his granddaughter in a bear hug. "Grandpa, I just saw you this morning," she mockingly scowled, she loved her grandfather, after her parents murder at the hands of vampires, he had taken her in and was teaching her all he knew. She loved the smell of humbugs and tobacco on his skin, she loved him dearly. "Well, that was a long time ago. Now go do your homework, and then we will begin. A few of the pups are upstairs." Jessica shook her head, 'pups' really! The eldest of the pupils was over one thousand years old. Though in werewolf standards, her grandfather was was a young adult. The average life span of a Lycan was five millenniums give or take a hundred years. "Get out of my room!" Jessica stepped back as Daniel Hudson came flying out of her bedroom. His head smacked against the wood panelled wall and his body slumped to the ground. Karen Thomas, her room mate in the mansion stood, half between the change. Dark fur bristled with anger, canines snapped. Daniel quickly awoke from his stupor, vaulting over the banister. Jessica saw a flash of hot pink before he turned round the corner. "Don't say it." Karen warned, her once work clothes now lay in tatters around her voluptuous body. Jessica stifled a laugh and entered her room, the sooner she did her homework, the sooner she could begin training. The air was slightly humid; Jessica rubbed her palm up and down her face. She lifted her heavy ponytail, fanning her neck. "This is stupid; I bet Vince was just pulling our leg. It must just be a drill." Gordon said in his heavy English accent. Jessica shook her head. There was a strange fog forming, even her heightened sense of sight was straining against the mist. ''I can sense something, Jessica.'' Jessica frowned, it was Michael. They were under strict instructions not to talk telepathically. Vampires could sense that. They had split into two groups; Toni bounced on the balls of her feet, her fur was a rich brown, with a dark purple patch, above her eyes. Jessica walked up and down rubbing her arms, the temperature had suddenly dropped. "It's here." Jessica said to no one in particular, they could all feel the evil, the coldness. She could even pick up a faint sound of its heart, sluggishly beating. "lets go." they all ran in the direction of where they could sense the monster. A flicker of white and he was in their sights. Jessica ran up a jutting log and jumped off, in mid jump she changed. Silken red fur shifted over her body, she landed with a quite thump. The vampire's minions staggered towards them. Jessica almost collided with the moving figures. All dressed in the outfit they wore to their graves. Some looked fresh, whilst others looked decayed. Jessica felt her stomach roll as she saw a maggot fall from a empty eye socket. ''There are only six, we can do this. I'll tell Michael to carry on.'' ''Ok, just don't bite them, poisonous blood runs through them.'' ''I know that Michael.'' She stressed his name. How many classes had she been in with him, he always thought himself the expert. It was so condescending Her attention turned back to the limping creatures. She whipped her tail around its ankle, bringing it crashing down. Her paw thrust through its chest cavity, its blackened heart was crushed with her rump. In no time they had killed them all. Jessica was just pinpointing where the others were when a great streak of lightning ignited the ground. They all backed away, searching the skies for the vampire that had caused the blaze. It was out as soon as it had started the corpses nothing but fine dust. ''What the hell?'' Jessica felt Toni's confusion. She sniffed the air and ran back towards the house. The carnage unsettled her. More zombies littered the floor as did Rochelle, the newest member of the school. Jessica quickly changed back. She thought of jeans and a dark tank top, waving her hand over herself, her attire appeared. "Christian!" the vampire bellowed. Jessica reached for her crossbow; taking aim she fired it at the vampire. A blue flame incinerated it before it reached him. "Christian I tire of your dogs." Jessica growled, as did her fellow brethren. A shadow blanketed the skies, then a man stood not six feet from the vampire. Jessica shivered, who was this man Christian, surely not Christian Valentine? TWO Christian was weary. Paul was stronger than he thought, and for him to hide in the school that trained to kill their kind he was even more of a fool. He could feel the hatred radiating from the wolves, but he did not care. What did it matter if he died? An eternity to be shunned by both his kind. Why had his parents submitted him to such terrors, they were now dead, he no longer had anyone. "Ah, so you have arrived I..." Christian in a blur of black broke the vampire's neck, then he ripped his slugging heart and watched it turn to dust. The endings were always easier, it was the build-up that was the harrowing thing. A growl emitted into the air, as more corpse filed out of the woods. Even at their master's death, they were relentless. There were too many, and even though the wolves would kill him he felt a kinship towards them. Summoning all his energy, he blasted the undead, satisfied that they were dead, he rose slowly, his chest hurt were the vampire had stabbed him, because of his mixed blood his healing factor was faster than any on the earth. He knew this because he spent most his free time searching for one like him. But it seemed his parents were the only ones foolish enough to defy the laws of nature. Werewolves hunted vampires, vampires hated werewolves. He was struggling for breath, his head swam as the world tilted and he crumpled to the ground. Jessica walked towards the vampire, a stake raised in her hand over his heart. He was so beautiful, and that's what surprised her. As werewolves they could see the true beauty of a vampire. Grey skin laid taunt over their crooked skeleton, yellow teeth twisted out of their pale lips. T hey had little if not no hair. They could not disguise themselves from werewolves unless they were just recently turned or of great power. Well the males anyway, it was harder to detect females. "My god, he's an angel." Toni said dryly "spear him already" Jessica still stood immobile. "Did you just hear yourself my friend, he looks like an angel," Toni blanched. Jessica could smell the other wolves anger and impatience. "We will take him to the mansion," she declared. "Toni get his feet." Toni obliged, even after the bombardments of curses and no's. Her grandfather stood at the large French doors. His burrow furrowed and she could see a vein throbbing at his neck, belying his calm exterior. "He saved us," she said firmly, though she knew they could have taken the ghouls out, it was pretty sweet the way he helped them. Blonde hair fanned out against the black pillows. He wore little else except leather trousers, Vincent was unsure of who he was. Could he be Christian Valentine? No, he was not so stupid as to come to San Francisco. He would be killed. Though he had not been heard of for the last one hundred years, rumours circulated that he was indeed alive. Vincent bared his teeth, no this was just the run of the mill vampire, and he would be treated as one. ^"Go, hide behind the bed Christian," he hugged his dirtied blanket closer to his chest. Long, blonde hair in need of a cut brushed at his shoulders as he hugged his mother's skirts. The men continued to bang against the door, relentless. Julian turned to his wife and son, his teeth bared in warning. "Go now, ma chére. Go mon fils" Diane gave her husband a hard look, before folding Christian into her arms and sliding down behind the cupboard. His mother covered his ears in a futile attempt to block out the sound of the door splintering, the blood thirsty cry of the werewolves. She tried to block out the ripping of throats, the crushing of lungs. Ten to one, his father didn't have a chance. He felt his mothers' tears scorch his skin. He saw her already pale skin lighten as the cupboard was pulled back, even in his last moments of life Christian felt proud of his father. Six wolves lay slain on the ground. He had fought valiantly. He hung to his mother as the four wolves dragged her to the ground. Shackling her with silver chains, her fangs barred she snarled as they approached her son. Christian wriggled against them biting at their hands. He too was chained to a chair. His six year old eyes forced to watch his mother raped then killed whilst silver burnt into his skin, because of his mixed blood, it made him even more affected to the effects of the metal. He hadn't a prayer as he saw the men loom before him. Stakes in their hands, he did not shed a tear, instead he bared his fangs as fur washed over his body. They looked at him as if he was a disgusting cretin, something foul at the bottom of their feet. Then they all seemed to fall to the ground. Their heads slid of their shoulders. In the doorway stood a beautiful woman, dark hair plastered to her head a murderous look on her face. "Come child," she said softly, her hands pulled away the chains. He watched as he saw his parents home burned to the ground, his hand clasped firmly in hers. But he could still feel burning, searing pain...^ Christian woke with a start, his body jerked against the chains only to feel them sear through his skin. He clenched his teeth tightly, as blinding pain shot through his arms and legs. "I think he's awake," came a soft, feminine voice. Well as feminine as a voice could get when talking to her worst enemy. Not very, in his book. He closed his eyes imaging himself without the chains, free from all the burdens in the world. Nope didn't work. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking as sunlight poured through the room. "The vamps awake!" yelled a deeper female voice, he squinted, feigning vampire allergy to the bright light. Just above his heart was an oaken stake, luckily it wasn't silver. His healing factor was so fast even a stake to the heart could heal within days. Except silver, which he was highly allergic to. A red haired girl looked down on him, a snarl on her perfectly pink lips. Okay, where did that thought come from? she bad, me good, he told himself sternly. He realised that if he didn't fight against the chains, it wouldn't hurt so bad. The red head was still there, her hatred flickered in her eyes. Damn! What had he done? Then he thought back to what it was vampires did. "I did not kill your parents," he said slowly. Jessica took a step back, how could he tell that was what she was thinking. She hadn't projected that thought in any way. She had actually been thinking what a drag it was he was a vampire and that he was so damn good looking. She could hear Toni, running up and down the halls calling 'the vamps awake!'