Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2012 17:57:54 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: bark at the moon chapter 6

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Bark at the Moon part 6 - The Meeting


"Shall I kill him Lord?"

The voice waking me, alert, cautious, I felt for the change.  No. I was
still wolf, my arms tightly holding my treasured love.  How long had I been
out?  I scanned with my mind for Brec and my parents, not here.  The body
within my arms stirred.  His hands began gently stroking my fur, pushing
him closer to me.

"MMM, you're still here with me," Scott cooed.  His voice was soft to my
ears and soothing to my soul.  "I had a dream.  A dream that you'd left me.
I don't get it.  Something happened to Breccan, I don't know.  I looked
around for you everywhere, but you were gone.  I was so scared of being
alone."

"I will never be far from you, of that you have my word."  My voice gruff,
but loving.  "There is no being smart enough; No Demon evil enough and no
force strong enough to move me from your side."

"What happened, what woke you," Scott's voice concerned.

"I know not," I replied, my mind searching for the voice.  "I heard a
voice, strange," my mind searching for a way to describe it.  "It was like
Simba from the lion king, but no, different."

"Don't worry, I am here to save and protect my big bad wolf from the itty
bitty voice."  Scott wriggled around and faced me, his arms trapped between
us, hands on my chest.  "What big eyes you have," looking into my eyes.
"Oh such big teeth you have," He carefully touched my fangs.  "What
big... Teddy Bear ears you have.  Oh my no, say it isn't so!  Eek, eek,
you're a bear!  Oh no, help me, help me," his voice playful and fun as his
hands beat on my chest and he feigned trying to escape.

"I am no Bear," I growled, rolling on top of him.  "I am the big bad wolf.
I have big eyes to see you, Big... WOLF ears to hear you, and my teeth I
will use to eat you."  I snarled and snapped my mouth at face and chest.

"Hmm," Scott mused, "I really think these are bear ears.  Are you sure
you're a wolf?"  He slid his hands over my chest, his fingers exploring,
feeling what I was.

"I am whatever you wish me to be, my Lord."  I licked his face with my
tongue.  Scott's hands slide to my sheath, stroking my hardness contained
within.  "Oh what a big cock you have," I whispered.

"For you are the big bad wolf, and this is your cock which you will use to
make love to me."  Lifting his head, he began kissing me, his hands slowly
stroking my cock free.  Its arrow shaped head sliding out from the furry
sheath.  My shaft sliding more quickly, wet with my precum.  Scott's hands
gliding over its slickness.  I exhaled at his touch.  I lifted his hips,
draping his legs over mine.  I felt his hole, still moist from before.  I
raised myself on my arms and moved my hips forward, my cock pushing into
him.  Scott gasped at my entry, clutching at my mane, pulling it, pulling
himself up, and pressing himself to me.

My cock continued in, deeper, pushing through my seed.  I withdrew, the
head of my cock pulling my cum out, coating his entrance.  I tickled his
hole with the pointed tip of my wolf cock.  Scott dug his heals into my
back, trying to get my cock inside.  I looked into his eyes as I thrust my
cock in him.  Another gasp of air, his eyes locked to mine, his breath hot
on my face.  I withdrew again, a look of emptiness in his eyes.  Again I
tickled his hole.  He was becoming desperate, needing my cock in him.  I
looked into his mind, searching for his thoughts.  Yes, now, was all I
heard.  I thrust my hips forward and drove my cock fully into him.  His
hands pulled at my mane, nails dug into my flesh.  His face buried in my
neck, he moaned.  I felt a swelling at the base of my cock, and knew I was
knotting him.

Rearing back my head, I howled, the force of which rattled the windows.  I
began to move my cock in and out, slowly pumping his ass, letting him feel
every inch of me, feel the fur of my sheath tickle his ass, as I fully went
in.  Slowly I increased my speed, thrusting harder, the full length of my
wolf cock sliding through his ass, which was accepting me completely.

I lay him back down, his back arching, allowing me deeper penetration.  I
pressed his thighs down, clamping his ass tighter on my cock, his hands
clutching at my legs.  I slowly, lovingly moved my hands along his thighs
towards his cock.  I brushed the fur on my paws over his sac.  Scott gasped
at my touch, making me pull back.  His hands stroked my arms;

"Oh easy there big boy, my nuts are dry, I won't be able to cum for a
week."  I grasped his swollen cock between my paws;

"You will cum when I say," his cock moving slightly in my grip.  I held his
cock like that as I continued to fuck him, my orgasm drawing near quickly.
As I was about to cum, I looked into his eyes, "Cum."  At the exact same
moment, our cocks erupted with a flood of hot cum.  His cum shooting out;
coating my chest and the fur surrounded it.  At the same time my load,
again filled his ass.  Scott's body convulsed before me, his head back,
eyes half closed, fingernails ripping at my legs.

I felt my knot release from his tight hole, Scott grimacing as it popped
free.  I withdrew my still dripping cock, falling back on my haunches.
Scott, moving like the wind, knelt between my spread bent legs.  His mouth,
took my cock into his mouth, down to the swollen knot.  The feeling
overwhelmed me.  I felt my balls lurch in their sac, as a fresh load of my
wolf cum filled his mouth.  Scott grabbed my shaft below the knot, push my
sheath further back as his mouth sucked just the head, drinking all of my
wolf's juice down his throat.  When I'd finished, Scott pushed me back then
crawled over me, licking from my chest and fur all his cum.  Finally he
reached my face.  His mouth pressed to mine, my tongue licking from his
mouth all the cum that remained.  He pressed his body to mine, his head
beside my head, his breathing labored as was mine.  His hands gently
caressing my ears, a feeling I wished never to stop.

I felt the change upon me.  Felt my body begin to shift and reform.  Scott
hugged me to him, holding me tight.  I caressed his back as continued to
slowly revert.

"I'm not leaving you, I am always with you."  I kissed his cheek, as my
face returned to its human form.

"I know," he replied, as he continued to hold me.  "It is my turn to
protect you.  Now when you are most vulnerable, I will cover and shield you
from those who mean you harm, like David."  I continued to writhe in his
arms, the pain of the change ripping at my guts.  "Shh, shh, I have you,
it's OK, just let it happen."  As the shift slowly ended, his grip remained
tight around me, his voice soft in my ears.  "Use your powers to take my
energy. Let it flow into you, comfort you, heal you.  I did as he suggested
and could feel his spirit entering me.  I allowed it to free me from
myself, closing my eyes, I wanted sleep.

No wait, they were here again.  Scott seemed to sense them also.  "Who are
they," he queried, his head looking in the same direction as mine.

"I don't know," I said removing myself from his embrace.  "Wait here."
Scott gave me this no, I'm coming look.  I ran my hand over his face as I
had at work, with my mind telling him to wait, block his thoughts.  I moved
to the window, looking out through the slits.  With my eyes I could see
clearly through the darkness.  Across the street, by this huge pine stood
the figure of a man, and crouching at his feet what seemed to be a large
cat, much like a panther, maybe a tiger?  I really couldn't tell.  I
watched these figures closely.  The Cat looked up to the man.

"My lord, he has detected us."  I watched as this man reached out and
stroked the creatures head.

"Yes, Pyro, his thoughts betray him.  He is the one they seek.  He is the
holder of what they desire.  It is only through an alliance with him, that
our goal can be met."

"Shall I watch over them as you slumber?"  The creature asked, now rising
to stand as a human.  Some seven feet tall, seemingly well built.  What
looked like a sword, attached to his narrow waist.

"No Pyro, this one seems able enough.  I will need you to assure all is
prepared for.  Come let us leave before he is able to hear our thoughts."
I watched as the two figures seeming vanished.  I turned back to Scott;

"Let's grab a shower and get something on, before everyone comes back."
Scott stopped me as I passed him.

"Who were they?  What did they want?  Are they associated with David?  It's
about my dad," this last comment, causing me to freeze.  "I always knew he
was up to something."

"Honestly, I don't know."  I told him everything I knew.  All I'd heard
while at his house earlier, things his dad had said.  I then told him about
David.  How I'd heard his father talking to David.  I paused,

"I honestly think your dad is a hunter.  What he hunts, are demons like me.
I could be wrong.  I felt great power and abilities in your dad, so he
might be something else."  Scott took my hands and held them.

"There are some things about my family that you should know.  Where do I
begin?"  His voice trailed off, his eyes searching my room.  The room
brightened, as headlights shined onto the house.  Brec and my folks were
home.  "Come on," he said, "let's get cleaned up and dressed."  I lead him
across the hall to the bathroom.  We took a fast shower to rinse off and
quickly dressed, as mom, dad and Brec were busy in the kitchen.

Scott and I walked into the kitchen looking like Cheshire cats.  Hair damp,
clean t shirts and shorts on, bare foot.  There was no hiding what we had
been doing.  My dad, not missing a beat, looked up form a shopping bag and
smiled.

"Well we didn't rush you, did we?  I mean you had plenty of time play hide
the weasel?  Bob the nob? March your little solder?"  Scott chuckled and
blushed.  My mom swatted at my dad.  From behind my folks, Brec began doing
his hip thrusts, shaking his finger at us.  Not thinking, I flipped him
off.

"Hey now, no call for that kind of language," dad joked.

"No Bobbie, he's using sign language.  See he's signing to us what they
did."  Everyone looked at her like she was crazy.  "You know what I mean,"
she fell silent looking at dad and Breccan.  "Oh come on, you know," and
she pressed up against my dad and humped on him.  My dad grabbed her hips;

"Maybe they could give us some tips," looking at Scott, "how about it
Scotty?  How's our technique?"  I groaned and went to pry them apart.  A
veritable smorgasbord of ice cream and toppings was spread on the counter.
"We figured you guys would be hungry after that work out, so we figured
we'd just bring stuff here."  We all ate like pigs till we were so stuffed
we couldn't move.  It was decided Brec would bunk on the floor in my room
and Scott would sleep in bed with me.  It was well past three when we all
headed to bed.  I briefed Brec on the two strangers, and we all talked
about Scott's dad, finally falling asleep.



It was close to dawn when I awoke, the house quiet, Scott nestled in my
arms facing me, his head on my chest.  I slipped from his embrace, grabbing
a pair of loose boxer briefs lying on the floor.  I slipped them on and
silent moved to the kitchen, scanning with my mind, nothing.  I leaned on
the counter, supporting my weight with my arms, going over in my mind all
that had taken place the last few days.  I felt a hand on my back, between
my shoulders.  I didn't jump, I had sensed him coming.  I turned my head to
see my dad, stepping beside me, his hand now rubbing my back.

"You OK kiddo," his voice full of concern, "looks like you got the weight
of the world on your shoulders."  His face turned and looked at me.  His
touch was soothing, it always had been.  Fond memories of him sitting on my
bed as a child, rubbing my chest with some awful concoction he'd whipped up
to sooth a cold or fever.  I remembered his strong arms holing me as I
cried, when our dog died, taking my pain from me.  Waking to find him in my
room, speaking some other language, his hands held over me.  Now here,
again, his touch, no, just his presence alone, seeming to ease my mind.  He
took my head and pulled it to him, his lips kissing my head.  "I am always
here for you kiddo, you know that right?  No matter what, I am always here.

"I know that dad," turning to hug him.  "I will never be able to repay you
for all you and mom have done for me.  I just don't want to disappoint
you."  He hugged me tight,

"You could never disappoint me."  He took my head in his hands, and looked
into my eyes.  "No matter where life's road leads you: No matter who you
choose to love, your mom and I will always support and love you."  He
kissed my forehead several times as one would kiss a small child.  I
laughed, pulling back from his craziness.

"Stop, dad," I laughed quietly.  His hands holding me firm.

"So come on, fess up, what's bothering you?"  I remained silent, turning to
look away from his eyes.  "You and me have never had trouble talking about
whatever, what's different now?"  I wanted so badly to tell him everything,
but I couldn't.  His hand stroked my face, turning it to look at him.
"Tell me.  Come on Kiddo, no more jokes, seriously."  His face contorted,
tongue hanging out of his mouth.  He was certifiably crazy, but he was my
dad and I loved him.  After a long pause, I broke, his spirit winning over
my will.  It was always the same; he was always able to get me to talk.

"Things are getting weird.  My life has suddenly taken a different path.  A
path I don't think I could change even if I wanted too."  He turned me,
pulling me back against him, his warm skin against mine comforting.  The
feel of the medallion he always wore cold to my back.  "I am afraid that I
have become someone that you will no longer be able to love as your son.
I," I paused.  "I might do things that shouldn't be done.  Things you
raised me to know were wrong."

"Did you rob a bank," he asked, "If you did, I might need a loan."

"No."

"OK, did you kill someone?  No problem, I'll get the shovel and a tarp."

"Dad come on, I'm being serious."

"Does this have anything to do with Breccan and Scott?"  I fell silent.  He
took my head, pulling it back to his shoulder; suddenly, invading my mind.
I fought to keep him out but he was too strong.  He raped me of my
memories, seeing everything as I had seen it.  Felt exactly what I had
felt.  "shh, shh, realx kiddo."  There was that word again.  The one word
he could say that could sooth any pain I suffered.  "I already know.  Shh,
Shh, don't fight it, I have you."  I felt as his other hand resti over my
heart.

"How do you know?"

"Son we all have secrets we keep only to ourselves.  For right now, that is
a secret I will keep.  Trust me when I say, I've known for a long time this
day would come.  Put your trust in someone who will enter your life. Use
their wisdom to guide you, their experience to learn from.  I have kept
their council for many years, and have never regretted it."  He released me
from his arms, my legs weak beneath me.  I turned to look at him, searching
his face for answers, finding only more questions.

"Hey," Scott's voice whispered from behind my dad.  He walked to us, sleepy
eyed, buck naked as the day he was born.  "Morning Mr. Rivers, he said
yawning, stepping up, and dropping his head on my shoulder, "why are you
awake?"

"Good morning to you."  My dad said, taking a long look at his naked body.
"What a great..." my dad paused looking at Scott's crotch, then quickly
back at his face; "ah morning." Scott realizing now he was naked, hid
behind me.

"Fuck, he said, "sorry Mr. Jordan, I am still asleep."

"No worries kiddo, nothing I haven't seen before."  Kiddo?  KIDDO?  That
was my name!  "What's with this Mr. Jordan crap?  Call me Bob or dad,
whatever you're comfortable with.  There is no formality in this house,"
then bending to look at him behind me, "but I see you already know that."
We all chuckled, Scott seeming to relax a bit, stepped from behind me.  My
dad touched my face, and ruffled Scott's hair as he walked from the
kitchen.  "Just don't let mom see you like that.  You boys be good."


The day fully began, with Brec jumping on top of me and Scott, wrestling us
awake.  There was a knock at the door, and mom's head poked in.

"You guys up?  Want some breakfast?"  We all nodded at the offer, "well get
something on and get your buts in the dining room.  We ate a huge
breakfast, with mom and dad, and then headed back for showers and to plan
the day.  When we reemerged from my room, mom had already left for her
shift at the ER; dad was busy cleaning up the kitchen.  Brec said he was
going home to check in and would meet up with us later.

"Not that I am looking forward to it, but I should really check in at home
too," Scott said regretfully.  He went to the bedroom to pack up his stuff,
and then dropped it to the floor, looking up at me.

"Can I leave this here," he asked motioning to his things.  I nodded.
"Gryf, how can I face them, if what we think is true," his voice angry.

"We'll do it together, then if something bad happens, well, my kingdom is
yours."  We headed out, telling my dad we'd be back.  The drive was quiet,
the mood sullen.  His house was quiet, his dad the only one home.  He was
busy in his study, closing the door as we came in the house.

"David's with him," I whispered to Scott, he motioned for me to follow him
to his room.  When we entered, we found his room spotless.  Throwing his
keys against the wall in a fit of rage, he spun to me.

"They searched my room.  That's why it so clean in here.  This will not be
good."  He paced back and forth several minutes.  Scott began stuffing some
clothes into a pack.  "I want to take some things to your place, just in
case," he told me.  His dad called out for us.  "Quick take this to my car
for me, dad will think it's your stuff." He thrust his keys in my hand, and
followed me down stairs.  "Dad," he called out, "where are you?"

"In the study son, you guys come here for a second please?"  His voice
called back, sounding pleasant in tone.  Scott motioned for me to take his
stuff to the car and then to meet him in the kitchen.

"Be right there, getting some juice."  Scott walked off, as I headed to the
door.

"I'll take a glass too, please."

I walked to the car and tossed Scotts pack in the trunk.  Closing the lid,
I clicked his alarm, the chirp drilling into my ears.  I looked up to see
David coming from the house.  I don't think he expected to see me there and
froze looking at me.  I stepped from behind the car, and approached him.  I
could hear his thoughts racing in his head.  Someone had schooled him on
how to defend his mind against me.  Too bad it wasn't working.

"Good morning," I said, my words low and sexual.  I could see his cock was
already hard.  I licked my lips, looking to his face.  "You're up early
this morning."  He remained frozen looking at me.  I leaned close to him,
sniffing his scent.  "Remember who's BITCH you are," Snapping my teeth in
his face.  "See you around, dude," patting him on the shoulder, making my
way into the house.

I found Scott in the kitchen pouring three glasses of juice.  I followed
him to the study where his dad sat behind a big desk talking on the phone.
He beckoned us to come in, raising a finger, silently telling us to give
him a minute.  I scanned the room.  One wall was filled with diplomas and
plaques.  Another was lined with shelves crammed with books.  Several
chairs and small sofas dotted the room, everything seeming to fit in place:
Except, this one lone small table in the center of the room.  On it sat an
open book, covered with a glass case.  It was written is a strange
language, the print seeming to be pictures, like Egyptian or something.

"That's my dad prized possession." Scott explained quietly.  "It's written
in ancient Sumerian sand script."

"I look forward to seeing you then, Cheers," Scott's dad said hanging up
the phone.  "That my boys, is the first ever, written record of evil."  He
rose and walked to us.  It is like an encyclopedia of everything evil and
demonic.  It was written; well it was copied from Sumerian tablets which
were originally written over four thousand years ago.  This is the only
printed copy known to exist."  He took a small key from his pocket and
unlocked the case.  "This was hand scribed by Hungarian monks in fourteen
ninety six."  Taking a white glove from under the books stand, he turned
the page slowly.  The paper making delicate crackling sounds as he did.
"Sometime, maybe I'll read some of it to you guys if you're interested."
He removed the glove and set it back under the stand, locking the case and
slipping the key back into his pocket.  As he returned to his desk, "You
never know, you might learn a thing or two, Gryf."  His comment drew me to
look at the newly turned page.  The left was more of the hieroglyphs but on
the right, a full page drawing of a beast: A beast that looked like me.
"So, hey," he continued as if nothing was wrong, "I have something to ask
you guys."  We went to stand before his desk, scattered papers and books
littered the top.  He began clearing the clutter as he continued.  "I'm
heading out of town for a couple of days and moms coming with me.  While
we're gone, we decided to have some work done in the kitchen, sooo, I was
hoping Scott could crash with you Gryf.  At least until the kitchen is
finished," OK, I'm lost.  What was going on?  My mind racing with thoughts
and images, did we assume wrong?  Were all the signs pointing that his dad
was a bad guy really not as we saw them?

"That is if your parents say it is OK," his voice breaking through.

"Oh, yeah, I'll ask but it won't be a problem."

"Good.  Why not call them now, because we'll be leaving as soon as Lisa
gets back."  He pushed his large phone towards me, an in doing so, exposed
a rather large pistol sitting on his desk.  "Oh sorry, in my line of work I
need to carry protection."  He picked up the gun, setting it in an open
drawer.

I called my dad and explained the situation.  He had no problem with Scott
spending a few days with us.  Scott's dad motioned for the phone.  He spoke
to my dad, and thanked him for allowing Scott to stay on such short notice.
He handed me an envelope with my dad's name on it, telling my dad I had
something for him to help offset the cost.  The call ended, and he told us
everything was in order.  He told Scott to go pack enough for about five
days.

"Five days," I exclaimed.  The thought of being with Scott for that long
was wild!  Scott, who was leading us back to his room, turned and grinned
at me.

"Five, whole, long days," Scott's dad said entering the foyer, "Think you
studs can find things to do for that long?"  He chuckled, shaking his head.
"Who am I kidding, by the time we're back; your dicks will be so sore."
Scott stopped.

"Dad, enough already," Scott said, his voice exasperated.

"Enough what," he said looking up at us.  "I was once a horny young man
such as you are now.  I remember how it was, although, my tastes leaned to
girls, but it is the same."  Scott groaned and continued up the stairs.  I
looked back at Scott's dad, who was smiling waving his hand to go.

After he'd packed we headed back downstairs, his dad meeting us at the
door.  He walked with us to Scott's car.  "You got enough money?  Pack
enough clothes?  Here's the address and number of the hotel we'll be at.
There's no cell coverage, so don't bother to call that.  OK we'll be back,
six days tops."  He grabbed Scott and gave him a big hug, lifting him up
off the ground.  "Oh I'm going to miss you buddy," Paul said lowering him
to the ground.  His mind opened at that exact moment, if only for a second.
He really did love his son, and really seemed to be happy with me.  I
turned my back, to hide the confused look on my face.  Suddenly I was
lifted off my feet in a big bear hug.  "Yeah, I guess I'll miss you too, ya
lil shit," Paul said shaking me.  He set me down but did not release me.
"Take care of my son, Gryf."

"I will sir," my voice shaking. I felt his lips on my neck, followed by a
rather wet and loud raspberry.  Another instant long look into his mind.
Well more a feeling than anything else.  In his mind, he thought of me as
another son.  Again I was stunned.  His fingers tickled my ribs, making me
squirm in his big beefy arms.  Finally letting me go, he gave my ass a hard
slap.

"You both behave, and Scott?"  Scott turned to look at his dad,"Mr. and
Mrs. Rivers are in charge; you do as told, got me?"

"Yes sir I do."  We got in the car and Scott drove us away.  "Ok, what was
all that," I asked staring straight ahead.  Scott seemed to ponder this
question.

"Gryf," he began, taking my hand in his.  "My dad was just like that when I
was growing up.  Every day was like that, rough housing, playing around, it
was really cool.  Then we had to move here, and things were different.  Dad
was moody, and he got angry a lot.  I see him today, brings me back to when
he was happy."  He fell silent again.  "Maybe we pegged this all wrong."

"I know I feel the same way."  I went on to tell him the feelings I had
sensed from his dad.  How he thought of me as another son.

"Remember when he told you I was his only son?"  I looked as Scott.  "When
I was born, my rents were in Faiticeni Romania.  They were a long ways from
the hospital, and I was actually born in this town with no doctor.  There
were complications, and by the time a doctor could get there, the damage
had been done.  I would be the only child my mom could have.  This is why I
think my dad is so over protective of me, and why he might think of you as
a son."

"What were they doing in Romania?"

"That's where they were living."

"ROMANIA?"  I gasped.  Scott nodded.

"Dude we've lived all over the place."  He began regaling me with all the
places they'd lived.  That he had friends all over the world, but prefaced
all this by saying that when they moved here, he knew things would be
different.  Then looking at me as he parked the car in my driveway, "I
think I was right."

"Come on, we're home."  We grabbed his stuff and headed into the house, to
my room.

We stuffed his things in my dresser, mixing it in with my stuff.  I was
making room in the closet, when dad stepped in, with a handful of hangers.

"Thought you guys might need these," handing them to me.  "This is your
home for as long as you need, Scott.  You just make yourself comfortable."
I handed my dad the envelope and he mumbled about this being unnecessary as
he left us to finish.

Still waiting for Brec, Scott and I went exploring in the woods behind my
house.  We'd walked for nearly an hour when I sensed a familiar presence.
It was creature from this morning.  I stopped, sniffing the air, locating
him with ease.  I stepped forward slowly, keeping Scott behind me.

"I am not armed," his voice called out to us, in a heavy Russian accent.
"Come forward."  We advanced into a small clearing, with a small cave in a
hillside on one side.  A man, crouched by a stone fire ring.  He stood,
rather tall, with refined almost cat like features.  His hair subtlety
streak black and white, his glacier blue eyes a striking feature of his
face.  His leather vest was open showing off his chiseled chest and
abs. his jeans tightly constraining the muscles of his legs, his crotch
bulged obscenely.  He took a step towards us as we emerged from the woods.
I immediately put my arm back to protect Scott, my body beginning to morph.
I sensed nothing but ill will from this stranger.  He was protecting
something or someone, and was prepared to defend to the death.

"Let us not go there friend," he warned, raising his hand.  I mean no harm
to you or your companion."  He stopped moving, his features darkening, his
body changing, morphing to a hybrid like me, only he was not wolf.  His
eyes, the black and white striped hair, this was a weretiger standing
before us.  "A pissing contest this is not.  Talk is all I seek."

I halted my change at the semi-wolf stage.  Knowing I could finish the
transformation, if need be.

"You are powerful, for a new born.  I can sense your powers growing day by
day."  He gestured again for us to come forward.  "I know you are alone,
and that he who created you is no longer breathing, by your hand, making
you, Alpha.  I have seen you battle and know you are skilled."  Stepping
forward:

"Speak not to me in riddles," I growled.  "I have not the time or desire to
engage in such banter."

"I was there the night your creator's minions attacked you.  I saw them
stalking your companion.  I watched as you took on three that would match
strength with four.  Gifted you are.  Unique you are.  Required are you to
maintain the balance of all, I am told.  As you see me now, I am Pyotr, or
Peter.  My alter self is Pyro.  You are known to me as Gryffin of the clan
Rivers in either form.  Your companion is known to me as Scott Jordan."  He
tilted his head up sniffing the air.  "Where lies he who is your protector?
I do not find him."

"I'm here.  I protect him," Scott stepped forward.  Pyotr head snapped
back, a great roaring laugh emanating from his mouth.

"Oh no little one.  You may think you protect this one, but in fact it is
he who protects you.  No I speak of the one known as Breccan Ward."  Scott
sank back, dejected.  "A message I have for you.  My master shall speak to
you this night.  You must come alone.  Arrive here at midnight."

"Breccan's not going to like that one bit," Scott whispered to me.

"You will come alone.  Now leave me," Pyotr's voice roared.  I snarled at
him as we turned to leave.

As we walked back, I could feel Scott's dejection.  I put my arm around his
waist, "you know, I've only been a werewolf a few days now, and if what's
happened so far, is any indication of what is to come, I am glad I have you
to protect me."  This seemed to cheer him up a bit.  "You are always there
when I morph back.  I always remember you holding me.  If that is not
protecting me than I don't know what is."  He smiled.

"Been there most of the times you went wolf too."  He stopped walking,
pushing my back to a tree, and kneeling before me, he looked up at my face.
"I know your cock transforms when you are a wolf," his hands now rubbing my
crotch.  "I want to see if it changes when you are like this, a half
breed."  His hands slowly lowered my shorts, my cock sticking out from me.
"Hmm, I don't know," he said examining my cock.  "Let me get a closer
look."  Opening his mouth, he began sucking the head in.  I could tell this
was not going to be a long drawn out sucking.  He was going to make me cum
as fast as he could.  I fought the urge to fully transform and stay in my
hybrid state.  Scott was speed sucking my cock, my balls slapping his chin.
I pushed off the tree and taking his head in my hands I took over control.

"You want my cum?  I will fuck it down your throat.  I want you to swallow
every drop of cum from my wolf's cock," Scott's hands working his cock,
matching his strokes to my thrusts.  My hands were gripping his head
through his hair, my claws digging into his skin.  I was thrusting deep,
feeling my cock slide into his throat.  Scott began to grunt against my
cock, I continued to fuck his mouth savagely as he began to cum.

His cum shooting up out of his cock, coating my legs and shorts.  I moved
my hands to the sides of his head and leaning my body back drilled my cock
deep into his throat, my demon seed filling his belly.  I fell back,
slamming onto the ground, my cock ripping from Scott's mouth.  He crawled
over to me, lapping his cum from my legs and shorts.  I grabbed him,
kissing him deeply, the taste of our cum on his lips and tongue.

"We need to go, Brec's looking for us."  I said trying to break the kiss.

"I know, he can wait," Scott said stabbing tongue into my mouth again, his
hands pinning my shoulders to the ground.  I worked his shorts off and
began fingering his ass.

"How do you want it," I asked.  "Gryf, wolf or hybrid?"

"Today I want the one I fell in love with.  I want my Gryffin to make love
to me out here where anyone can see."  I began kissing him passionately, my
cock poking at his hole.  Scott used his spit to lube himself.

I stood up, laying Scott to my side as I did.

"What's wrong," Scott asked coming to his knees.  I motioned him quiet, my
nose sniffing, I could hear them.  Large imposing, full blood lust raging.

"Grab your stuff, come on, let's go.  RUN!"



** I want to extend a huge Wolf hug and HOWLING thank you to all who've
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The adventure continues with Chapter 7 - Death within us - , which is being
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