Returning Home, via Rome
#71 of The Moonrise Chronicles
Can't say when the next one will be out. Still sorting out the details.
Being a
Russian mobster had a few advantages. The plane landed in Rome without a single question from the authorities, and
the group climbed aboard yet another limousine for a trip to the Vatican. Both
members of the former royal family were anxious to see the pontiff. Despite the
fact that they technically died during the pontificate of Benedict the Fifteenth,
they had managed in their own way to kept abreast of modern affairs. And one
must remember, that despite everything you may think about the Russians, the
tsar's family was Catholic at heart.
Edward
recommended the hotel they had stayed in before, and upon their arrival, they
were immediately recognized.
"Signore
Peterson, what a pleasant surprise! Shall you be taking your same rooms?"
"Yes,
and one more suite please for my friends."
"As you
wish. How long will you be staying with us?"
Edward
cleared his throat. "I don't know for certain. We will be here a few days at
the very least."
"Very
good. Dominick, show them to their rooms please."
The
porter took their bags and made his way to the hotel interior. Once settled
into their quarters, they ordered food and sat down together.
Alexei
spoke first. "Once we are done with whatever you have planned here in Rome,
what shall we be doing?"
Maggie
put her hand on Edward's knee. "I think we're both ready to go back to the
United States. This trip has been fruitful, but for once I think I have reached
my limit on excitement." She looked up to him for confirmation.
"She's
right. But while I'd love to go back home, I have problems waiting back there just like I
do waiting for me here. I haven't found a solution to my impending arriage, and
that bothers me."
"Problem?
Marriage is easily nullified my friend. Tell me more about this lady?"
Edward
went into that aspect of his life, telling them of Verona and how they had met
and eventually mated. The matter had been one more of nature taking hold than
of love. He hadn't been so sure then, but he was convinced of it now. He
couldn't give his heart to anyone but Maggie.
"Your
story intrigues me. I would like to meet this woman some day."
Maggie
smiled."Then you must come back to the states with us."
Alexei
bowed from his seat. "I will do my very best my dear. To be honest, I have
rarely left Mother Russia for these many years. At first it was to avoid the
secret police, and now for lack of a solid reason. But now..." He spread his arms
wide. "Now I have family!"
Maria
smiled. "Yes, it is good to have family. But Edward, what will you do now? You
have personal problems of the type which cannot be solved by outside
influences. While I feel Maggie is too young for marriage by your skewed modern
morals, you are already foresworn to another. The Kind are many things, but we
are always people of our word."
Her
brother smiled grimly. "Yes we are. For example, if I say I'm going to kill
someone, I will do it."
Edward
shrugged it off. "While I believe you, I have no fear of you my friend. Maggie
knows the situation. And I always do my best to keep my word, have no fear."
Maggie
stood up. "We understand each other, he and I. Verona had a need, and he filled
it." She got a look of amusement on her face. "Literally. Now she is with
child, which is no bad thing. She carries a baby conceived by were's in feral
form, and who will be born in human form. The baby will be strong and wise, am
I right?"
"Yes
dear, you are correct. But if he marries her, what will become of you?"
"My
love will not change just because the circumstances do."
Maria
tousled her hair. "You are a good girl Maggie, and a credit to the family
name." It appeared that particular conversation was at an end.
That
evening Edward and Maggie were alone in their rooms.
"Father?"
"Yes
Mags?"
"What
are you going to do about Verona?"
He
sighed. "I'm not positive. But it'll work out for the best, whatever happens."
"Are
you hoping it does, or is there more to it than that?"
"I
haven't looked too far into it. Sometimes knowing the future can be unnerving."
She
shuddered, remembering her vision. "I wholeheartedly agree with you."
He
pulled her close. "You know, if I had known where my actions were going to lead
me when I first followed you, I don't think I would have done it."
She
pulled back. "What?"
"Seriously.
At that time I didn't have any confidence or belief in myself. Knowing the
peril I would put myself in would have stopped my heart right in my chest. But
now, I a hundred times the person I was back then, and I owe it all to you!"
She didn't
say a word right away. A tear fell from the corner of her eye as she
transformed into that in between stage; half were and half human. She called it
her anime girl form and she knew it was one he liked very much. "If you owe me, then show me!"
"As the
lady wishes!" He pulled her close and gave her a crushing hug, all the while
pressing his lips tightly against hers. She nearly melted.
She
returned his hug as fiercely as she could. He may have become a hundred times
more the person than he was, but she had grown equally in the short time she
had known him. When she had first met up with him, there in the old industrial
district back home, she was little more than a wild, savage beast-child with
bottled up emotions. Now she felt more alive than she ever had. Look where
their lives had gone upon meeting each other!
Her
thoughts dissipated in a cloud of steamy passion. He was already working down her body from the
nape of her neck. He formed his tongue into that magnificently nimble werewolf
one; the one that could reach all the right places. As the tip of it curled
around her diminutive breasts and specifically, her nipples, she felt
electricity arc through her body. Sex used to be a tool, now it was a pastime
to be enjoyed. She could hardly wait until her body matured enough to be
considered an adult.
Edward
tuned out everything, a trick he could only do now thanks to the fact that his
brain seemed to bring in every possible nuance life could have. If he had no
ability to tune some or all of it out he would have gone stark raving mad after
the first hour. He shut it down to only one foci, that of his little Maggie.
They had a strange relationship, but when one managed to drown out all of the
societal morals involved, there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, there were
none alive who even knew the truth about her, except for himself and her grandmother.
The time would come, and soon, when they would see her. But she was thousands
of miles away and presently unaware of what was going on. She just might take
exception to the present position her granddaughter was in. If that were the
case, she should never have left to the world's devices.
His
tongue rolled across her flesh, creating little rises of gooseflesh in its
wake. He worked his way down to her nipples and sucked each one in, moving
between her left and right sides, giving her still forming mammaries a run for
their money. As he worked back and
forth, she rose higher and higher off of the bed until he finally desisted and
gently pushed her back down.
She
responded by leaning up and grabbing his head and shoving it back down on her
chest. He could hear a rumble deep in her chest, literally like that of a cat.
Her claws came out and she pressed them firmly against his head as if to say, you'll stop when I tell you to stop. He smiled around his
foreplay-engrossed lips and gave her what she wanted.
It was
nice to be in control again. He had nothing against his feral side, but he
liked to be consciously in command of it. He rather wished he hadn't molested a
bear; a male one at that, but what was done was done. Then again, it made for
some interesting speculation. What more was he capable of doing in his ultimate
feral form?
His
thoughts manifested themselves in his physical being by slowly transforming him
into a similar shape as his love. He wasn't really aware of the change, as they
were second nature to him now. He was just as comfortable in any one of his
forms as he was another. The real comfort he was working toward was being in
the one he had little control over; Maggie's. But there was no rushing it, not
tonight.
He
eventually moved his way down to her belly, and despite the groan of obvious
disappointment, he knew she would relent soon enough. He kissed her skin,
making her shiver despite the warmth of the room. He rolled the tip of his
now-pointed tongue into her navel and worked it around. It was a feeling that
was both annoying and erotic, and she squirmed until he finally eased up.
He
moved down farther on her body, kissing the insides of her thighs, moving back
and forth but never once paying attention to what lay between them. It was
driving her nuts, until she firmly guided his head to the sweet spot that was
the midpoint of her pelvis. His tongue slipped in with practiced ease. She let
out a moan and dug into his scalp a little more tightly.
As his
tongue snaked its way ever deeper inside her, she forced his head against her
flesh and used it to masturbate with; all the while his taste buds tickled her
willing, pink insides. His tongue grew to length until it filled her like the
cock she knew would come later. She could feel his ears as they grew, and his
hair became easier to grasp as the human kind was replaced with the dark thick
fur of his feral being.
Her
heart was already racing, but the thought of that huge cock and knot drove it
to over two hundred beats a minute. It was running at a blurring pace, and the
blood was rushing in her ears as his tongue found every crevice inside her and
set her nerve endings on fire. She fought down the desire to transform
completely, for she desired to match his form at that moment.
Edward
was now fully transformed into what some might consider being the classic
werewolf form; much like Long Chaney was in the movies. Yet the differences
were stark, for Edward looked more wolf than man. And the bright red piece of
stiffening meat between his legs was something they would never have allowed on
the silver screen.
He
pulled out of her and she let go of her grip, knowing that the best was yet to
come. She relaxed, fighting down her tachycardia, and opening herself up to
take what she was about to receive. As the hot tip went it, she gasped, and it
extended itself into a drawn out "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" that ended with a yip as he filled
her up.
She
opened eyes that were awash with love, lust and an overbalanced amount of
hormones. It was then that she finally noticed the aroma. "You cheated!"
He
smiled. "Is that a complaint?"
She
shuddered again. "No."
"I
assume that you want me to treat you like an adult. You are one in some many
ways, it's painful to gaze at you and see how young you look."
"You
don't like my looks?" She feigned sadness, but he saw right through it.
"Your
looks are disturbingly fresh and innocent; even now after all we've been
through. When you put on this childish persona, it's even more of an
idiosyncrasy."
She
made a few thrusts with her hips. "What are you trying to say?"
He
pushed back against her. "I'm saying that I have to be the luckiest person
alive."
She
knew he had something else on his mind, but she didn't care. Those words meant
more than any ring or any amount of money someone could give her. She had a
soul mate, and at that moment, it tore asunder and merged with his. She would never ever let him go, not matter
what, for they were meant to be together. That much was obvious.
He said
no more after that, apparently aware that an epiphany had occurred. He worked
her over for nearly an hour, interspersing his pelvic motions with sweeps of
his tongue across her upper body. He held back each time she came, a total of
seven, before he allowed his knot to inflate. When it did, she let out a cry.
"I don't
think I can take any more!"
He
smiled devilishly. "You had better. I've been waiting for this."
"Oh
god!"
There
was little she could do. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but she was already
suffering from an overload of stimuli. On top of that, she was nearly as limp
as a noodle from his pheromones. It did excite her, thinking again how they
worked on her, for by all rights they only worked on adult females. That sent a
different sort of shiver through her.
He
grabbed her shoulders and stood, clutching her closely. He moved her hands to
around his neck, and she locked together her fingers with as much strength as
she could muster. He grabbed her by the
midsection and pulled up, forcing her body to strain against his knot. Then he
pushed her down, almost forcibly, but not painfully so. And then up, and back
down.
She bit
his chest and held on, knowing she was breaking the skin and not caring a bit.
He would heal. Her mouth was about the only thing that had any strength or will
of its own. Biting was a far better use for it then screaming and disrupting
the entire hotel.
She was
soon flopping about like a rag doll as he worked her entire body over his
engorged cock. Only her hands remain still; her fingers locked together,
interwoven as tightly as she could possibly manage. The rest of her body was
acting as if her bones had vanished. She hated feeling helpless, but if she
were to feel this way, she was glad it was with her love. She felt safe,
despite the fact that the act they were performing would have decimated a normal
girl.
For his
part, Edward wasn't acting irrational or harmful, but he was doing what he was
doing for selfish reasons. He wanted pleasure as much as she did, and he made
sure she got a good dose of it before he had his way with her. Still, he was
thinking very dark thoughts; twisted little fantasies that seemed to go hand in
hand with his feral form. But unlike previous episodes, he was in complete
control. There would be no going too far over the edge, not this time.
He held
onto her with a solid, inescapable grip and used her to rub his cock to a point
that in a normal man would have made him cry out in pain. But he wasn't normal
anymore, and it was time he used his powers to his benefit. She was hardly able to keep up with producing
enough lubrication to keep their bodies from spontaneously combusting. As it
was, her head was bobbing and weaving like that of an old time thumb puppet.
Only by her teeth did she manage to keep it from rattling her brain from all of
the violence inherent to werewolf sex.
When he
finally came, it was so dramatic that her teeth withdrew from his skin and she howled.
Her insides filled up to bursting. She could feel the heat build up as every
ounce of sperm he had flowed into her in a torrent of white, sticky fluid. She
began shaking, and was wracked by one more orgasm that fought to push out the
mass of red flesh that had invaded her body. There was a momentary impasse, and
then his knot shrank and the back pressure of fluid sprayed across the floor.
She was
ready to say something but had to wait; her lungs were sucking in oxygen like
the air scoop of a supercharged hotrod. He was about to lift her off and onto
the bed when the quiet was pierced by a sharp cry. He looked at her, and she at
him. "What was that?"
"I
don't know Mags, but it didn't sound good. We had better go investigate."
It was
an abrupt and undignified end to their lovemaking. Neither one complained, for
at least the interruption had come at the end of it. They hurriedly got robes
on and went to find the cause of the disruption.