Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 12:15:58 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: Bark at the Moon chapter 5

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Bark at the Moon part 5 - Communion

I could feel my strength returning as I lay naked on the ground.  My head
in Scott's lap, his soft hands caressing my body.  Suddenly the back door
to the coffee bean swung open, a voice calling out.

"Yo Scott, you OK?"  It was his co-worker Craig.  Scott lay my head down
and wiped some blood from my chest, holding his hand to his face.

"Stay here, I'll be right back."  He left me quickly, slamming the door to
the compound shut.  "Hey, yeah I'm here.  The fucking dumpster lid hit my
face, got a bloody nose."

"Shit get inside and let me help you take care of that."  I listened as
they went in the caf .  I crawled behind the dumpster to hide. This was not
good, how would I explain the situation to anyone who found me?  I closed
my eyes and focused on Brec.  I could see him standing in front of the
video store, as if looking for me.  I sensed anger in his thoughts, not so
much at me, more at himself.  I called to him with my mind, telling him
where I was and to bring his car.  I needed him.  I watched him in my mind,
stop and spin looking back towards the coffee bean, his face changing from
anger to concern.  I lost my connection as the pain in my chest throbbed.
I slumped behind the dumpster, consigned to whatever fate I held.

"GRYF?  Gryffin, where are you?"  Breccan's voice called out to me.  I hit
the dumpster with my fist.  The compound gate opened and Brec's head
cautiously peered in.

"Over here, I called out weakly."

Brec came around the dumpster and found me laying there.  He rushed to
kneel at my side.  "Come on, let me help you."  He lifted me, my arm around
his neck, he moved me to his car.  "What the fuck happened." He asked
sliding me into the passenger's seat.  I motioned him to go.

"Use the back door to the store, help me get inside," my arms clutching my
chest.  Tires screeching, car fish tailing, Brec speed through he parking
lot around to the stores back door.  I reached out to Brec, "Phone," I
somewhat demanded.  Brec handed me his phone and I called Scott.  Fuck no
answer.  I texted him - 'at store all OK come when done'- I dropped Brec's
phone as he helped me into the store.

By the time I was in my wounds were gone. I was still weak, but feeling
stronger.  I stood at the sink in the break room, washing the blood from my
body.  I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me, it was Brec.  His face
concerned as he examined my naked form.  Cupping his face in my hands, I
looked at him.  "I'm OK.  Thank you for coming to get me."  Brec took the
cloth from my hand and began to wash my chest, my bloodied arm stretched to
his shoulder for support.  He gently washed my chest and abs while I told
him of what happened.  Finished with my chest, he took my bloodied arm and
began to clean it.  He soon stopped short, looking to my face.

"I'm sorry you were hurt, but I gotta tell you, I wish I could have seen
you kicking ass.  Man that would've been so fucking cool to see."
Finishing my arm, he ran to my car to get my pack.  I sat waiting for his
return.

Soon I felt not only Breccan, but Scott as well, they were arguing.  Coming
into the break room, Breccan slammed the door open:

"No, this is your fault, so just shut the fuck up.  I Told Gryf already, I
would not let you hurt him.  Well guess what fucker, he's hurt and it's
your entire fault."  I stood up:

"ENOUGH!"  I growled.  "I will not allow this happen."  Both Scott and Brec
stiffened with fear and turned to face me, the look on my face causing them
to cower.  "What happened tonight is no one's fault but mine.  I allowed
myself to be distracted and for that I paid."  I moved to stand before
them, a hand on each of their shoulders.  "This is something that we all
need to learn to deal with now.  Not tomorrow or next week, now, tonight."
I put a hand on Brec's chest; "You are my brother, I need your strength to
survive.  I need you at my side, your mind for counsel."  Turning to Scott;
"You are my love.  I cannot explain it, but somehow you and I were destined
to be together.  I need your arms to hold me, your love to nourish me.  I
need you both to make me whole.  Face it without either of you, I am
nothing.  I need you both to stop this bull shit 'his fault, his fault' and
be with me completely.  I promise that I will never hurt either of you, and
as we saw tonight, will gladly give up my life protecting you."  I took my
pack from Brec and began to dress.

"You're right," Brec said quietly, turning to Scott.  "We're entering
uncharted waters, and need each other to survive.  I am sorry for being a
bitch to you, won't happen again, friends?"  Brec extended his hand to
Scott.

"I knew before anything happened with Gryf and me that I needed your
approval.  The way you acted tonight, getting all pissy at me like you did,
just proves how extremely close you guys are.  I told you I did not want to
ever come between you and Gryf.  I still feel the same way.  I am jealous
of your friendship, but this is going to become a problem unless we nip it
quick.  Friends," they shook hands and hugged.  A banging on the front
door, and shouts of 'are you open or not', causing the mood in the room to
change.  Breccan, headed out front, while Scott remained with me as I
finished dressing.

I was putting on my sneakers, when I felt a presence, the same one I'd felt
earlier after the fight.  I stood up, my senses on high alert, his scent in
the air, close by, his thoughts shielded, but I was still able to get in:
Bits and pieces, flashes of current thoughts and past memories.  Scott's
hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump;

"What it is Gryf," he asked, his words trailing off as he looked in the
same direction I was.  "Someone's here, I can feel them."  Scott began
walking away from me towards the sales floor.  His demeanor changed, he was
alert, on guard in a defensive mode.  I could tell he was ready to defend
me.  Admirable as this was, I sensed deceit in this invading presence's
mind.  Reaching out, I grabbed Scott's shoulder, stopping him.  "What? No
let me go, I can do this."  I took his face in my hands, kissed him,
hugging him close to me.

"I am sure you can, but not now, not this time."  I looked behind me
towards the front of the store.  "This one is mine.  Wait here."  I gave
Scott a look saying I meant it, stay here.  He nodded then kissed me again.

"Be careful," he whispered.  I placed the palm of my hand on his forehead,
and slowly drew my hand down across his face.

"I will."

I walked out of the break room, pausing to scan the sales floor.  Brec was
talking to this young guy, maybe in his early twenties.  His shocking
blonde hair nearly white was displayed on his head in a short cut Mohawk
style.  He wore a jacket, similar to the ones construction workers or a
laborer would wear, even though it was a warm night.  The conversation was
light between them, this person asking if certain movies were in.  He
remained unaware of my approach, as I stalked closer.  Brec was doing a
good job keeping him distracted.  I focused my thoughts to this guy and
with my mind, screamed "DAVID".

His hands flew to his ear, covering them.  He cringed, twisting his body as
if thinking he could avoid the sounds.  I stepped behind a large shelf,
blocking his view of me.  I felt him struggle to regain control, although
he remained extremely nervous.  I heard a crackling sound and a transmitted
voice.  "Fucking idiot, they're on to you, get out of there."  It was
Paul's voice.  I felt David panic, could see him spinning around scanning
the store.  I called upon my strength and ability and moved as fast as I
could to the door, blocking his escape.  Seeing me just 'appear' at the
door caused him to jump back.  I could see a blue tooth device in his right
ear, and I motioned for him to drop it.  He quickly flicked the ear piece
out, dropping it to the floor.  I then motioned for him to crush it.  Using
the heal of his combat style boots; he ground the device into the carpet.
Again with great speed, I moved to stand before him, Breccan coming from
behind the counter to guard his rear.  I walk up to him, sniffing the air
close around him.  His mind is in complete terror, a battle waged in his
head for control or flight.  I was sniffing his chest, when in my head I
heard him; "Fucking dog!"  I morphed instantly into my semi wolf state and
shoved my face into his, snarling while I looked into his fearful eyes.
His mind now flooded with images of death.  I snickered, my hot breath
hitting his face, he was trembling uncontrollably.  Brec gave him a shove,
pushing David's face onto mine, a slight whimper escaping his lips.

"I will so enjoy killing you," I breathed on him.  I will savor the taste
of your blood, as I rip your heart from your chest with my teeth."  My
claws pressed through his shirt into his chest.  His heart beating hard
under his ribs, as my claws dug into his tender flesh.

"Oh God," David whispered, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.  I heard
a slight sound of water trickling.  I stepped back, looking down.  A large
puddle of piss was pooling on the carpet at David's feet; his jeans showing
a growing wetness across his crotch and down his leg.  The acrid stench of
his piss, filling my nose, I looked back to his face.

"Did Davie pee pee his panties," my voice mocking him.  I knelt at his
feet, sniffing his now wet crotch: pressing my face to the wetness,
breathing deep his scent, compelling it to memory.  I could see him looking
down at me, still in mortal fear for his life.  I licked the front of his
jeans, tracing his cock as it pointed down his trembling leg.  It twitched
and swelled at my actions, David's head falling back, another "OH GOD,"
escaping his lips, his cock swelling more, growing longer, and extending
down his leg further.  "Hmm," I said, standing.  "Looks like Davie here
really likes a DOG sniffing and licking his COCK!"  My saliva hitting his
face, running down into his open mouth; "hmm, do YA Davie?"  I stepped to
his side, grabbing the back of his neck with my clawed hand.  "You know, my
parents always use to punish our pets if they 'tinkled' in the house."  I
turned his head to face me.  "Yeah they use to shove, their noses in it."
I forced David down, slamming his face into the soaked carpet, the force
causing an audible squishing sound as his face hit the hard floor.  "Yep,
they would grind their nose in it like this," and I continued to press his
face into the floor.  "You know though, this really didn't do anything.  I
mean the animals thinking; yeah OK this is my piss, what's the big deal?
I'm just marking my territory.  I pulled David up, flinging him onto his
back, blood running from his broken nose.  I stood over him, slowly
unzipping my jeans.  David's eyes grew wide from fear and excitement, as I
pulled my semi hard wolf cock out into view.  My eyes looked from his eyes
to my dick and back.  I shook my cock at him, his mouth opening slightly.
"Oh you want this DOG's cock, do ya," shaking my cock again, David nodding
yes.  "Want me to let you play with my fucking dog cock?"

"Yes," was all he managed to say, licking his lips.  I tipped my head back,
a howl escaping my mouth.

"No," I growled.  You are not worthy of my cock."  I looked up at Brec and
smiled.  Looking back to this piece of shit on the floor; soaked in his own
piss, his now fully hard cock, straining down the leg of his jeans a good
eight inches.  I pointed my cock at him and released my piss onto him,
marking him with my scent, claiming him as my property.  My stream soaked
his face, washing away the blood, and then worked my way down across his
bleeding chest, ending up soaking his crotch.  His cock began to throb, and
he groaned rather loudly.

"Dude," Brec exclaimed, "Look, he's busting a nut!"  Breccan's finger
pointing at the huge cock which was now throbbing wildly in David's jeans.
A prominent fresh wet spot forming at the head of his cock, a large volume
of cum leaking through. I finished pissing, and tucked my cock back in my
jeans.  I bent down and grabbed David's collar, lifting him with ease and
dragging him to the door.

"Time to go back to your master stinking of dog, Bitch," and I threw him
from the store, sending his body tumbling into the parking lot.  I watched
as he stood up, clearly stunned, and began to move away.  Both my boys were
behind me now, hands touching me, caressing me.  Feelings of pride and
dominance over what they had just witnessed.

"Was that David Tynan," Scott asked in disbelief.  "I don't understand."  I
tuned to him holding his face;

"He was sent here for me," I explained.  "His thoughts were clear, he'd
been sent to kill me.  By whom I don't know."  Scott just looked at me,
could he tell I was lying?  I was just doing it to protect him.  Scott
smiled;

"We'll figure it out, the three of us."

"It would have been classic if your gotten on all fours and lifted your leg
to piss on him, you 'dog'," Brec said laughing, trying to lighten the mood.

"There is always next time," I joked.  I felt a hand caressing my still
swollen crotch.

"Um, can we get outta here," Scott whispered in my ear.  "I feel the need
for some seriously hot crazy sex right about now."  I looked at him:

"Soon as we clean up, we're gone."



We arrived at my house in short order, although it was close to midnight,
we found the house lit up.  I let the guys in and we found dad and mom
watching a movie in the living room.  They were full of questions for us,
inquiring as to what we'd done and how work had been.  After we'd filled in
all the blanks, thank god there were no questions about if we'd had sex; I
asked if it was OK if the guys spent the night.


"All three of you, in the same room," my mom gasped playfully.

"Hmm," dad added, "I guess one night is OK.  After that, I'm charging
rent."  We all laughed, Breccan asking if he could pay in trade, then
quickly correcting his words, to mowing the lawn.  Again laughter, we said
good night and as we walked away, my dad, bless his perverted soul, "Let's
keep the noise down OK?  It's bad enough with Gryf moaning all by himself
every night; we don't need a choir of moaners."  We heard my mom slap dad
and gasp his name;

"Robert, don't say such things.  You know it's more like every morning,
noon AND night.  Help me out here Gryf, what do you say?  Oh oh yeah baby,
mmmm oh yeah."  They both busted up laughing, whilst I cringed and tried to
avoid the 'ah ha' looks from Brec and Scott.

"It's better than what I hear from your room," I called back, then trying
my best to imitate their voices, "Oh BABY, oh baby, oh baby.  Yeah shove
the lamp up my ass!  Oh Robbie you're so nasty.  Hurry up and plug it in!"
The guys and I now had our turn to laugh.  My dad appeared in the hallway,
heading to the kitchen for more beer;

"Hey now mister man, you better watch it," his voice stern.  Brec and I
knew he was playing along, but Scott was a bit nervous.  "You know damn
well we stopped having lamp sex when the bulb broke."  He began to head off
into the kitchen, "Should've seen us trying to explain that one to the
doctor."  All of us were laughing now, even Scott.

We all collapsed on my bed, giggling like kids.  "I like your Rents Gryf,
they are so funny.  It's weird how they are kinda like mine in how they
talk to us."

"Wish my folks were half as cool as yours are."  Brec said.  This was sadly
true.  Breccan's parents were staunch Catholics, his mom doing mass several
times a week.  When they learned I was gay, they pretty much stopped
talking to me, and at first demanded Breccan no longer associate with me.
This eventually led to one night Brec's dad attacking him for being a
faggot.  Brec did his best to defend himself, but his dad, being much
stronger than Brec, was beating the living crap out of him.  This is one of
the times I stepped in to defend my friend.  At first I tried to be a
peacemaker and stop the insanity, but when that didn't work, and Mr. Struve
told me to "Shut your fucking queer mouth, cock sucker," well I sort of
lost it and did a good job smashing his face in.  It was a mess to say the
least.  So after cops, handcuff, mug shots and all that, no charges were
pressed and I was released.  It was funny actually; I think they dropped
the charges when one of the cops said to Mr. Struve, that little guy did
this to you?  And he's gay?  I wouldn't go telling anyone about that if I
were you.  It was only a short time later, that same cop came up to me and
un-cuffed me explaining that 'for some strange' reason all charges were
being dropped.  Brec's dad didn't really talk to him much after that, which
was probably a good thing.

"OK, I have to ask," Brec said, looking at Scott.  "How much do you know
about Gryf?  I mean you saw him, ah, saw him as a.."

"Wolf?"  Scott finished the sentence.

"Yeah, a werewolf to be exact."

"Today at the pool is when I really figured it out.  I mean I kinda knew
last night when we were," he looked at me for the right words.

"Making love," I suggested.  Scott smiled and kissed me.

"Yes, while we were making love.  I know you did something to me, I felt
it," looking again at me, "but I still got little glimpses of you as a
wolf.  At that moment, I didn't really think about it much, you know, wild
fucking sex, the pot, whatever.  Then today when I was choking," he paused,
"and I thought I was going to die, I don't know it was so surreal.  I mean
I could feel your arm around me feel your hand on me, but it was like so
distant, so far away.  I admit I actually thought I was going to die right
there in your arms and not even feel you.  Then I touched you.  It was like
BAM, everything was clear, I suddenly knew everything that had happened and
what you had become.  Funny thing is I didn't care.  I saw you in my mind
as you are and as what you can become.  I was not scared one bit of you.
Then tonight, when you jumped in from where ever you had been, right in
between me and those, whatever they were, my only fear was that you could
get hurt.  Then to see you taking on all three of them, and oh my God what
you did to them, UNBELIEVIBLE!  You were like Jackie Chan and the
terminator all rolled into one."  He looked at Brec, "man you missed it!
He like dodged this one and shoved his hand in another one, ripping his
heart out!  Dude, it was still beating!  Then it was just like a fucking
movie, the dope looked at the hole in his chest and back at Gryf, then
SLUMP, dead.  Threw another one, shoved the heart into one of their mouths,
YUCK-Yeah, totally gross but oh way cool!  Oh the best was the last one, he
liked pinned him down and was all like wolfey on him sniffing and smelling
him, oh fuck it was hot.  Brec, dude, he like used a claw," Scott grabbed
my hand and held up a finger, "swoosh, zing, he slices through the dude's
pants and his cock, BONG right straight up, so cool.  The he flicks his
claw and cuts the dudes cock, oh man BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD!  Then Gryf tells
him to fucking leave, and the little bitch says 'yes my lord' and runs
away, OH MY GOD so totally cool."  Brec shot me a look as if to say, 'you
let him go?'

"So, so, hey are you listening to me," Scott said, slapping at Brec's arm.
"So There I am, toe to toe with this," his hands flailing, "tall, sexy
werewolf.  I was like BONER city dude.  Then he pushes me away.  Tells me
to go, 'Don't look on me as I am'," his voice a very poor imitation of
mine.  "I'm like screw you melon, I want me more of this."  His voice
changed right then.  "Then I see the blood coming from these cuts in his
chest."  His hands sensitively touching where the wounds had been.  "He was
injured, and it was all for me."  Tears rolled from his eyes, as he buried
his face into my chest.  I held him;

"I'd do it again too."  Then reaching for Brec, I said; "either of you."
We lay there, Scott in my arms, his head on my chest, Brec leaning back
against the headboard, I think for the first time, content and secure in
our friendships.

We were all suddenly blinded by the flash of dad's camera, as he snapped a
picture of us.  Looking down at the little screen, "Oh thank the Goddess,
your cocks aren't sticking up, or heads aren't bobbing!  I'd never be able
to get it developed without a porn license!"  Then from the hall came mom's
voice;

"Are they decent?"  My dad nodded we were and mom bound into the room.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure.  I don't need to see anything I don't
need to see.  I mean I am a trauma nurse and all, and well, it's just
another body part to me.  Besides, I'm his mother, gave birth to all eight
pounds seven ounces, nineteen inches long and," now giggling, "two inches
down there.  Almost as big as yours," she added looking at my dad, who
grumbled.

"OH god mother, GO!"  I pleaded, noticing both Scott and Brec were looking
at my crotch and then to each other, wide smiles on their faces, then to my
horror, both looked to my mom, who by now was beet red.  Thank god dad
pulled her out of the room, closing the door as they left, I was about to
die.

"Hmm, Scott said looking at Brec, "Two inches?"  Scott's hand skillfully
began opening my jeans, reaching in, finding my cock.  Brec's hand flew to
Scott's wrist;

"Wait, stop.  Let me exit this soon to be passion den, and let you two have
some private one on one time."  He got up and turned to face us, Scott's
hand squeezing my cock.  "You know, ONE ON ONE," then made very graphic
fucking movements with his hips, thrusting his crotch forward and back.  He
left the room, leaving the door open, he called to my parents.  "Yo mommie!
Daddie," which is what he always called them.  "My treat, Ice Cream, you
drive."  I was a bit occupied with Scott's hand on my cock and his lips on
my lips to hear what they said, but I did hear Brec say, no we need to
leave for a bit, the choir is about to start singing.  Laughter ensued, and
soon we heard them driving off.

"Finally, I get to have you all to myself."  Scott breathed into my mouth.
He pulled from our kissing and rolled on top of me, his weight not at all
unpleasant.  He just looked at me for a few minutes.

"What's up sexy," I asked finally, stroking my hands under his shirt
feeling his warm skin.

"I know we haven't been alone much, well AT ALL, but," he paused.

"But what," I asked bringing a hand to his face.

"Will you make love to me as a wolf, again," his face pleading with me.
"So I can know what you hid from me last night.  So I can really feel you.
Really love you."

"Your wish is my command."  Scott pulled back from me to watch.  I focused
my mind and tried to change.  Nothing was happening.  I slammed my fists to
the bed in anger trying to make it happen, still nothing.  I felt Scott
climb on to me, his hands to my head, lips pressing to mine;

"No, stop, I want you like this," Scott whispered.  I saw red, my body
tensed; arms raised hands and fingers twisting out of shape.  My eyes
opened, I saw as a wolf.  Scott was looking down at me, his tender hands
stroking my head.

"NO," I growled, "That is not who I am."  My body writhed and stretched as
I began my morph.  Scott rolled to the side, eyes wide in wonder as my
body, changed before him.  I held up my hands so he could see my paws
develop, fingers lengthening, skin changing color, fur erupting everywhere.
He stroked my arm, as they too changed, longer, more muscled.  My shirt
ripping to shreds, Scott's hands stroking my chest, as it transformed. I
curled up, my upper body off the bed.  Scott threw his leg over me and
knelt over my torso, holding my head as it began to change, his eyes
looking into mine.  My head swelled, my muzzle grew from my face, my mouth
open, my teeth slowly filled in, long and sharp.  Grabbing Scott's waist, I
kicked up and over so he was now beneath me.  I stood between his legs,
arms clenched chest puffed head back I howled.

My waist thickened my jeans splitting open, calfs, and thighs; now bulging
with thick hard muscles, my jeans falling to the bed.  My cock emerged from
its furry sheath, long hard, dripping wolf precum, throbbing obscenely; my
balls now hanging under the sheath, full of my seed.  I howled another deep
throaty howl, announcing to all I was ready to mate with my lover.

I lowered my head, looking at Scott lying below me; his eyes open in
amazement at me, his wolf, above him.  I drop to my knees, my strong arms
pinning his over his head, my face just above his.  I snap my jowls, my
drool dripping onto his face and he smiles.

"Is this what you desired?"  I growled at my lover, my nose touching his,
my long wolfen tongue snaking into his mouth, then quickly back.  "Look at
me. Drink in my beauty with your eyes.  Know in your heart that I am yours,
now and always."

"I know," he whispered.

"Look on me, see me as I truly am meant to be."  I licked his face with my
hot tongue.  "I belong to you, I am..."

"My wolf," his words tender, full of love.  "Make love to me; fill me with
your seed.  I want you to breed me as your bitch!"  His words now full of
lust, he snarled at me, chomping his white teeth, trying to bite me; his
body wriggling under me.  I rose up, easily tore his shirt from him.  "Yes,
FUCK me my WOLF," his breath ragged, eye possessing a crazed look.  I
extended a claw and slowly cut his pants.  Scott watched in lust, his
throbbing cock moving the material as it was sliced away.  Looking to his
eyes, I sliced through his belt with one flick of my claw, his steel hard
cock jutting up, sliding along my balls and sheath.  "Oh god, I can't hold
it, gonna cum!"  His voice screaming now, his body arched; cock throbbing
against mine.  I moved and took his cock into my mouth, closing my jaws
over it, my tongue swirling completely around his length, as his balls
exploded.  Searing hot cum blasted into my mouth, down my throat.  His hips
were thrusting his cock as deep as he could get it in my mouth.  He spoke
no words only moans of great pleasure came from his mouth.  I released his
cock, cum still drooling from the tip, his body falling limp.  I took him
in my arms and carried him from the house to the woods that stretched for
miles.  I ran with him in my arms, till I found a clearing.  I lay him over
a fallen tree and came up behind him on all fours.  I pressed my muzzle to
his crack, his cheeks parting, his scent telling me all I needed to know.
He was mine, and he was in season.  I shoved my wolf tongue into his hole
as he ground his ass back onto my face.  I fucked him with my tongue till
he was read to cum again.  Quickly I flipped onto my back, pulling him onto
my tongue.  His cock shot his second load all over my chest and ripped abs.
As he was still cuming, I easily lifted him up and shoved him onto my cock.
"OH fuck yes," he cried, fuck me with your wolf cock.  Make me your bitch,
make me yours so no other can have me."  He pulled off my cock, and turned
to face me, sliding his ripe hole back onto my cock.  "Tonight we FUCK, and
then we make love.  I want no other but you, my wolf."

"I will kill any who try."  My cock stabbing into his hole, thrusting
deeper than any had ever before.

"Will you kill for me?"  His words sexual, full of desire, "Will you?"

"I am yours to command Eros.  The hearts of your enemies shall nourish my
body and soul.  Their blood shall be the wine which quenches my thirst."

My cock, now thrusting harder into his ass. My mind consumed by this
feeling of love, and the lust for blood.  I watched as he put his palm to
my mouth, cutting himself on my teeth, his blood falling to my mouth.

"I will quench your thirst tonight, my wolf," blood now freely flowing into
my mouth.  I convulsed, my body went ridged as my cum shot into his ass,
filling him so quickly, my continuing orgasm causing the cum to flood from
him.  My lover collapsing on top of me, his skin pale, his eyes rolled
back.  I lay him in a soft bed of leaves, and quickly picked the leaves and
flower, of a nearby lady slipper.  I pressed the flower to his wound and
wrapped it with the leaves.  Picking him up, I carried him to the house.
Lying together I watched as his color slowly returned to his body.  I
wrapped him with my furry limbs, pressing him to me.  At long last, we were
as one.

I was barely aware of the two presences that had followed us from the
woods.  The same two presences I'd felt as we'd made love.  My last
thoughts, as I lost consciousness, were hearing the words of the taller
presence;

"Interesting, he fed him his blood."



** I want to extend a huge Wolf hug and HOWLING thank you to all who've
taken the time to contact me through various forms!  Your words of support
and friendship mean a lot to me, as a writer, so keep the mail coming!
Sorry, no spoilers will be given out, no matter how much you beg - LOL.

The adventure continues with Chapter six - The meeting - , which is being
written now.

Until next time -Peace!  OX - Jimmy