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Allison inhaled, the bitter-sweet aroma of coffee filling her senses.. and something else. Metallic and raw, like rust and blood. It must have been lingering from yesterday, she thought. arriving in the same street, one block from The Coffee Grind. "Save me.." A familiar voice, whispered in her ear. "I don't want to hurt anymore.." Allison turned, finding her self face to face with Chris the delivery boy. His eyes were distant and rust colored. Dyed redder than his normal brown irises. His throat was a bloodied mess, the flesh starting to rejoin together in a healing process. He still very much looked like he had raw hamburger where his throat should be. His white shirt was rust colored from the collar to his mid drift. The blood day-old and dried brown. His throat continuously added to the mess, however, leaving the center a murky red from the fresh flow. "Allison, Please.. End my pain.." He held a knife out to her, handle first, leaving red lines on his palm from the blade. "Chris.." She made no move to take the knife, she was frozen in fear. There was a distant howl, and Chris's eyes turned fully, inhumanly red. "Allison..." Chris' voice trailed off.

She stirred in her sleep, brushing up against his crotch. Sometime in the night he had ended up spooning her, it just felt natural. Like he was protecting her vulnerable back with his strong arms wrapped around her. She squirmed a bit in her sleep, rubbing against his crotch unconsciously. Finally his eyes fluttered open, and he remembered where he was. He was already semi erect, from her bare cheeks against his uncovered flesh. He traced his tip along her crack, gently rubbing up and down. His sheath covered tip nestled between her cheeks. She seemed to be more and more active, though still asleep. He wondered, what she was dreaming about. Her heart rate rose, above the normal sleeping rate, until it was above normal for an awake person as well, her breathing fast. He hugged her tight, "Allison?" His still furred hand brushed over her stomach. Still she did not wake. "Allison!" His voice was right by her ear.

She woke with a start, elbowing him in the ribs. He winced letting out a grunt, lack of padding from being so skinny combined with still healing wounds made that actually hurt. "Shhh, It's ok," he murmured, stroking her long, brown hair. "I... That boy, he was.. In my dream, he was alive." She said, in between her catching her breath. "It was just a dream, I won't let anything get you." He cooed in her ear. His whiskers from the movement of speech ticked her ears. "Dante.." She pressed her body in against him, trapping his erect shaft between them. "Sorry about elbowing you..." "Takes more than a drowsy elbow to the ribs to put me out of commission," he chuckled. She stretched, the arching of her back caused her rear to push up against him a little bit more, rubbing against the sensitive, already hardening flesh. "Uh, Dante... is that..?" She wondered aloud, squirming up against him, feeling his hot flesh against her lower back again. He whined softly, wanting to claim every opening she had with his shaft, and fill it with his powerful seed. But he wanted to be polite, so he waited, ears folding back with restraint. "It might be.. that.." he answered. "Can we uh.. I mean.. if it's ok with you.. I mean, It looks like you want it too..." She paused, not quite knowing how to ask. "I'd love to." He said, arms wrapping around her again, just below her breasts. His hands shifted to cup them. They weren't super large, but she had just the right amount. Not so much that they would get in her way, just enough to fill his hands comfortably. He started humping at her backside, his tip poking at her backdoor once, twice, before he realized that wasn't where he was meaning to aim. He backed away a bit to re-align. "Can we... Can I.. see what that feels like?" She asked, her hand resting on his furred leg, just behind hers. He shuffled back into place, nestling his tip between her cheeks, and lining up with her tightly closed hole. His tip pressed in slowly, the resilient muscle denying his entry. He didn't want to force his way in. "Relax." his moist breath tickled the back of her neck, his cool wet nose pressed into her shoulder as he shifted. She took a deep breath, relaxing a part of her at a time until she could relax that tight ring of muscle. The first inch poked in, causing her to tense up again. he waited for the grip on his shaft to relax again, back to a smooth, tightness.. rather than the vice it was a second ago. He worked at it, slowly getting himself an inch at a time in, stopping about half way to free his growing knot from its furry confines. eventually he got the whole thing, save for the knot, in. The large swell of his arousal staying safely outside her, for now. He moved a bit, in and out, slowly, sliding his member just a little at a time. Moving a little more out every fourth or so thrust, before hilting himself fully back in again. With enough patience he was able to start thrusting his entire shaft in and out of her tight, back entry. Each time he angled it just right, it felt like he pressed against something sensitive that was just on the other side of the fleshy dividing wall. The feeling of being so completely warm, and full with his member inside her was amazing. His shaft leaked his own brand of natural lube, making the movements easy on them both. One of his hands went from stroking her stiff nipple to rubbing her sensitive clitoris. She moaned softly at the sudden pleasure. His knot pressed against that tight ring of muscle again and again, begging for entry. He slipped his first two fingers in to her other hole, leaving his thumb to rub the little button poised at her entry. He felt the occasional gripping of muscles around his invading fingers, and the stiff flesh he continued to push into her rump. Again his knot pushed against the opening; desperately he held back, not wanting to hurt her. "Allison.. What should I..." He breathed heavily in her ear, most of his energy focused in his thrusts. "Go on... I want to feel the warmth fill me..." She shuddered, "I.. I mean it felt so nice before.."

His hips worked even harder, desperately pushing against her tight hole, again and again, each time more and more of his fat knot pushed in, closer and closer to getting past the fattest part of that sphere. The was a light pop sound, as all of him was buried firmly inside her. She moaned, he wasn't sure if in pain or pleasure. Maybe both. Dante bucked his hips shallowly against her backside, her walls like a vice against him, this time because he had his whole shaft in, large knot and all. His hand frantically massaged her inner folds and sensitive button, trying to catch her up as he neared his peak. Then, all at once, they both shuddered together, as they climaxed as one. The clenching of her walls, keeping pace with his pulsing meat. Her womanhood leaked fluid as well, making her front entry wet enough to leak a bit out onto his fingers, which he was thrusting in and out with a pace to match his squirting. when they both stopped, he just slumped against her, both of them panted, laying on their sides against each other in bed.

When he fully deflated, he tugged lightly, uncorking the deposit of his wet gift. She tightened her muscles keeping all she could inside. When he disengaged, his warm, furry chest left her back. She missed the warm embrace of their union. After removing the cover, Dante bent over, licking his retreating shaft, cleaning it completely in a way only a creature with the dexterity of an animal could. Allison giggled, watching him. A blush colored his cheeks, that she could barely make out through the thin fur on his face.

Dante cleared his throat. "Do you want to talk about it? Your dream."

"The dead boy from yesterday, he came to me in the dream, pleading with me to kill him. But he had these glowing red eyes.. Inhuman eyes." She shuddered visibly.

"There's a chance he is alive.. if the bite changed him fast enough." The wolf said, meeting her gaze with his warm golden eyes.

"After breakfast, let's stop into the police station, and I can see if there's any news." She suggested.

"Excellent idea. I'll cook us breakfast if you allow me." Dante said, moving to put on the shorts she provided him with, so that breakfast would be less awkward for her.

Once they were both decent, they headed to the kitchen, and with a little help on the location of eggs, butter, utensils and a pan, the wolf had the house smelling pleasantly of food. Allison found herself admiring the wolf man's body. His chest was strong, lean and covered in a soft layer of fur; his butt, confined in the tightly fitting pants. She could even see the outline of his package, his sheath strange and wonderful looking through the fabric. Inhuman, but appealing all the same. He caught her looking, and she blushed, looking away. "I can smell your excitement over the food." he chuckled.

"I.. uh.. sorry.." Allison murmured, the blush deepening.

"It's ok. I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm flattered that you seem to not mind what form I'm in." He came over to the table, plates in hand.

After they had finished eating, Allison went about rummaging through drawers near the door. She produced a collar and lead.

Dante gave a questioning look to her. "What? I take the neighbor's dog out to relieve it when they vacation sometimes..."

He laughed again, brushing a lock of amber hair out of her green eyes. He took the black leather collar from her hands, buckling it around his neck. "And here I thought you had a fun little kink. Al well, maybe later." Dante winked at her, clipping the lead on, and sliding out of his pants. He stood there for a few seconds, naked, furred, and wearing a leash that she was holding the other end of. "One for the road." He said, pulling her into a deep kiss, invading her mouth with his flat, wide canine tongue. His tip peaked out as he ground his hips into her. He pulled away when they needed to breathe.

"uh.. what are you..." she started saying, but then stopped speaking as he dropped down to all fours, taking his full wolf form. She realized that he wasn't just making an advance, but following her original plan of disguising him as a dog. He winked at her, before leading her out of the house.

On the way there she found herself glancing at his balls, large and swaying between his legs as he walked.

Finally they arrived, Dante walking perfectly at her side.

"Allison you can't have a pet in here." Hank said, when he saw them. "Hey, is that that stray from yesterday? He cleans up pretty well. And he's so well behaved too."

"Yeah he's a good boy, usually. Little bit naughty when I was trying to give him a bath, he got me all wet too!" She laughed, petting him on the head. Dante pushed his head against her hand, acknowledging the little in joke. "Anyway, I came to see if there were any leads on the body."

Hank handed her a manila folder, labeled "Chris". She opened it, quickly turning past the pictures of the crime scene, and getting to the report.

Dante looked frustrated that he couldn't see.

"Missing?! They can't find the body? How do you lose a dead guy?" Allison said, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"That's not the odd part. There were a trail of bloody footprints coming from the morgue. No signs of a body being dragged. Our body thief must be really strong, corpses don't just walk away on their own. They're combing through the security footage from the hospital's morgue now. Due to respect to the privacy of the families of the dead, there's a camera right outside the room, but not in it." The elder officer explained. "What's wrong.. you look kind of pale? Allison, are you alright?"

Her mouth was slightly open in shock. If only he knew what he had said was actually true.. the "corpse" had walked away on its own. "Fine.. I'm fine." She said. Dante whimpered, aching to speak, but he couldn't with all the people around. "Excuse me, please, Hank. I need to wash my face.." Alison turned, not waiting for his reply, and headed to the single bathroom, taking "her dog" with her, not caring who wanted to comment about her bringing a dog to the wash room.

She slid the lock into place, the heavy door providing decent sound protection, so long as they kept their voices down.

"What do you think he wants..?" Allison whispered.

"I don't want to alarm you, but it wouldn't surprise me if he wanted to tie up the loose ends.." Dante growled, his hackles raised, showing off his impressive canine teeth.

"Loose ends.. you mean me, don't you?" She faltered, leaning on the lip of the sink to keep herself steady.

"I wish I didn't.. but yes. I know a place where we can be safe. With my pack. If you're ok with it." The wolf said under his breath, a warmth and caring in his words.

She nodded, "That's fine with me." She pet his head out of habit. "Sorry..." she stopped, realizing what she was doing.

"It's fine, really." he pushed his forehead against her palm. "Tell Hank you don't feel well, and want to take the week off because of what happened yesterday."

Once the plan was formed, she filed the needed paper work with the station, and took the week off. She couldn't stop the sick feeling of fear making her stomach tense.