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He had no idea where he was going,

did Edward Peterson. But he was feeling unusually joyous.  They had come through yet another near

catastrophe with their skin and limbs intact and they were on their way to

who-knew-where looking for a woman who seemed as nebulous are the night air.

As they drove through the city

heading to the west, away from the ocean that had recently been their temporary

home, Maggie shouted for him to turn around. He made a few corners until they

were back to where she had shouted. It was an electronics store.

"Cell phones! We need to get a hold

of everyone! We got so wrapped up in our own problems we forgot about the

others!"

"True, but I think the lady would

have had the kindness to tell us outright if something bad had happened to

them."

They ran into a problem with

language right away. Edward had been able to understand some in the past, but

he was finding that the rings didn't solve everything.  Two of werewolf blood, knowing different

languages, had to either transform to speak or use the rings. He had understood

the courier well enough from his surprised reaction. But learning a whole new

language wasn't something one could do outright.

Or could they?

The salesman was a young fellow,

who was trying valiantly to communicate. Edward reached out and grabbed his

hand. The man's eyes went wide before rolling up in his head. The next moment

he was on the floor.

Maggie screamed, alerting others in

the store, who came running to his aid. Edward stepped back appalled.

For the next thirty minutes the

store was abuzz with employees and then paramedics and rescue workers. They

took him away in an ambulance, unconscious but breathing. But at the outset of

this to-do Maggie pulled him aside, as no one had yet connected the man's

collapse with them.

"What the hell did you do?"

"Ik was gewoon een poging om de basis

van zijn taal te achterhalen!"

She stopped and stared. "Did you

just rip his mind out?"

He shook his head as if to clear

it. "Shit! All I wanted to do was to be able to understand him!"

She stared at the unmoving body on

the floor. "I'm beginning to perhaps understand what that term was that Brother

Carcharoth used. It has to be based off of Latin. When we get our phones, I

need to look it up."

Edward felt terrible. He hadn't

wished to harm the man, just get the gist of his language. But as time ticked

away, he became aware that the conversations around him were comprehendible to

him, and yet they weren't in English. They came to his brain as English, but he

knew the words were not. He checked in his memories for anything out of place,

but found nothing. There were no odd bits floating around that he couldn't

assume had belonged to Robert.  So

whatever had happened to this young man, if wasn't likely to be permanent.

As it was, another sales clerk

finally had the presence of mind to assist them despite the commotion. This

time Edward was able to make sense of what was being said, and about twenty

minutes after the ambulance left, he and Maggie left each with a brand new,

fully functional phone. He had paid them up for a year's time, with full

functionality right from the start. They simple had to wait a little while for

the service to begin.

This time he headed out of the city

and went south, towards Belgium and the city of Brussels. He had no set

direction in mind at the moment, finding only that he wanted to be out of this

city. His unintentional attack on the sales clerk had left him shaken and

unsure of himself.

Maggie was quiet for most of the

first hour of their drive. She knew that he had done something unintentional,

and yet, she felt that he had done no real harm to the man. She would have

rather waited around to see what became of him, but Edward would have none of

it. He was like a child who had done something he wasn't supposed to do who

then ran and hid to escape discovery.

She finally had enough and directed

him to pull over at one of the exits. He did so only reluctantly. He drove into

the town and parked across from an old stone and brick building that obviously

housed a tavern. He decided he needed a drink.

Inside, he was happy to learn that

in Belgium, they spoke pretty much the same Dutch as they did in Holland. He

ordered two beers, one apiece, and took a table in the darkest corner.

"What gives?" she asked, concern

evident in her tone.

"I might have killed him you know."

"Like you killed Robert?"

"Yes. All I wanted to do was to..."

"I know. You said it already. I

think you went in a little too strongly. " Just then a series of electronic

noises signaled that their phones were working.

"OK. First things first. If you're

going to try and drown your sorrows, remember that you can't, so don't even

try. You're protected against it by the metal in your head. Secondly, I'm

calling Uncle Alexei first to see if they made it to the ground safely. After

that, you and I are having a talk."

She was already dialing up her

uncle's number from memory, which was good, considering that their old phones

were probably at the bottom of the North Sea. The phone rang for a while before

he picked it up. He didn't sound pleased.

"Who is this and how did you get

this number?"

"Calm down! This is Maggie. Edward

and I are alright."

She could hear the phone clatter as

it hit the floor.  There was a shout of

joy and then a mad scramble to pick it back up. "Niece! Is it really you?"

"Duh! Who else? We've had one hell

of a ride. Is everyone on your end intact?"

"Yes, yes! We have been worried

sick about you. Where are you?"

"In a bar somewhere in Belgium. We

had a meeting with someone that we now have to find. Someone called Lady Lily."

There was silence on the other end

of the phone. When the voice returned it was a little tight. "Lady Lily is a

myth."

"She seemed pretty real to us. She

saved us by pulling our lifeboat to shore."

Again the strain in the voice on

the other end was quite evident. "This cannot be. Even I, who know so little

about our kind, know the stories. Do you not know them as well?"

"Not me. I haven't a clue who she

is, but she saved us and directed us to find her. So now we're going to try.

Where are you?"

"We limped the plane back to St

Petersburg. We assumed there was no physical possibility of finding you and had

only hope to hold us together. Trust me when I say I had little expectations of

ever hearing from you again."

She spent the next hour talking

with her family, leaving Edward to pour drink after drink down his throat,

longing for the numbing effect it should have. He was becoming something more

terrifying with each passing day, all the while fighting what he was becoming

with every ounce of strength he could muster. Images of The Beast kept flitting

through his head. He could see himself becoming some uncontrollable horror

worse than anything he had heard of or had yet encountered. He had punched

holes in steel plating one-armed. He could decimate someone with a single

touch. He was finding that his control over his life was slipping away.

When the barmaid brought him his

eighth mug of frothy gold, he smiled at her and thanked her. She stood there

admiring his ability to hold his alcohol.

"You must have a hearty

constitution! Not many can quaff so much in such a short period of time and

still remain seated upright."

Maggie was still chatting away in

an animated fashion, so he decided a conversation would be nice, even with a

stranger.

"I'm afraid that alcohol and I

don't react as we should. I can't get drunk if my life depended on it."

She raised her eyebrows. "Is that

so?"

"It is."

"Let me talk to the proprietor. He

likes taking bets. If you aren't a liar then maybe you and he can make a little

wager." Before he could negate her suggestion, she was off to the back room.

She came back with a hefty fellow,

flaxen of hair and beard, and with a gut denoting his like for food and drink.

"This is him. He has been drinking

for an hour past, and has no more become bleary-eyed than you do when you

drink."

"Ho! A challenger!"

"Now wait a moment. I didn't come

here to make a scene. I just needed to get off the road for a little while."

"But here you are, and what an

appetite for beer! I'll tell you what. You and I have a contest - no? I win,

and you pay for all of the rounds. You win and I pay. And I will even throw in

a night's rest to seal the deal. There are very nice rooms nearby for you and

your lady."

The man was in earnest.  Apparently he had a reputation in these

parts, and while it would have been wiser to avoid a confrontation with someone

who might possibly out-drink him, he chose just the opposite route.

"If you insist. This seems like a

nice place to spend the night."

The man laughed. "Ho! So the man

thinks he might win against me - the great Roedelleider!"

Edward paused momentarily. He

looked up at the man.  "Fine. You have a

deal."

Maggie was confused when she got

off of the phone, for there was now a big man sitting at their table, and he

and her husband were eyeing each other warily. The big man was asking if he should

match the number of drinks that he, Edward, had already consumed, but the

matter was waived off.

"They don't matter in the long

run."

Maggie noted that he had taken his

ring off, though whether to try and get some effect from the alcohol or for

some other reason she didn't know. Apparently this was going to be a macho

little contest, with the winner the one who hit the floor last. This big fellow

had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Food was served with their drinks,

and Maggie ordered another glass for herself, since her original one had

disappeared while she was talking with her family. She had taken care to talk

with his side as well, since he seemed preoccupied at the moment. She alluded

that he might be experiencing some difficulties, but otherwise left the matter

open to interpretation.

The blonde made a show of his

emptying of his glasses, while Edward seemed more blasé. It wasn't his idea to

have this contest, much less wasting so much good beer when it could be enjoyed

by others. But he was soon intrigued. While he had no doubt that this man had

extraordinary powers when it came to drinking, he had no idea just how much he

was capable of holding.

The only interruption for either of

them was the occasional trip to the bathroom. The patrons soon crowded around,

watching in fascination as glass after glass of brew slipped down their gullets

with nothing to show for it. There was no red eyes, no rosy cheeks, nothing.  The knot of men seemed intrigued by this

display, and each picked a spot from where to watch and couldn't be budged from

their perches..

The blonde finally called it a

draw.

"I declare you the winner! I am

cutting my losses now since I am paying for it. You sir, are the new Roedelleider!"

Maggie narrowed her focus to

Edward. "What?"

"His title I guess. I'm the new

champion. I probably get my name on the wall somewhere."

The blonde man shook his head to

say otherwise. "No young lady, he is now the leader of the local pack."

"Pack of what? Drunkards?"

The man might have taken offense,

but he understood more than he was letting onto to. "You Americans think you

know so much. Bah. There are hundreds of werewolves who are older than your

fledgling little country. You have much to learn."

She sat up. "Werewolves? What the

hell do you think we are?"

"That would be impolite for me to

say. But if you are not of The Kind, then what are you?"

Edward rose. "I don't know how this

came to pass, but I am in charge of no one. I am trying to find someone and so

I have no intention of sticking around here."

"You have no choice. You are the

leader now. To be honest, I have had it for far too long. It feels good to be

rid of it, at least for the time being."

Maggie was still stuck on the

werewolf bit. "I take it you're of The Kind as well?" She was aware that the bar

was filled with people who might or might not take their bantering for being

nothing more than drunken stupidity.

For an answer his hair darkened and

grew out as his face lengthened. But then, just as quickly, he resumed his

human appearance.

Edward leaned back and cracked his

shoulders. "What gave us away?"

"One does not drink like you drink

without attracting notice. The lady who served you knows that I am always

looking for a challenger. It is good to finally be beaten."

Indicating the crowd, Edward

inquired. "Is this those I am in charge of?"

Several men roared with laughter.

"No one is in charge of these men except for themselves. But if there is a

need, they will fight behind the one who leads. That is now you."

"Fight? Do you know something that I

do not?"

"No. But the need does occasionally

rise up where we are called upon."

Edward sat back, looking both

amused and perturbed. "How did you know I was coming here? I didn't even know

it until I was ordered off the road."

"Son, I didn't know a thing about

you until you arrived. If you weren't coming here to issue the challenge, then

where are you going?"

"I seek someone called Lady Lily."

There was a murmur that ran through

the bar. "Lady Lily you say. You realize that you cannot ever find her. She will

find you if she wishes to, but finding her? That has always been an

impossibility."

Maggie morphed claws on her

fingertips and ran them across the tabletop. "She said we had to find her. Her

words. And now you say she can't be found? Have you ever gone looking for her?"

"Now young lady, don't get hasty

and ruin my good furniture. That is what the stories say. If she sent you

looking for her, then she must have a reason, unless you have been duped by an

imposter."

"I sincerely doubt we have been

duped." But her voice was less sure than it had been.

Edward was still convinced there

was no treachery involved. "Since meeting her just a few days ago, I have come

to the conclusion that she is very wise and probably very old. I don't think

anyone could make that kind of impression on me if they weren't for real."

"You saw the lady?" the man asked

incredulously.

"No. We just heard her voice."

"I see. Well, let me just say that

I have had dealings with her in years past, and that you will never know it was

her until after the fact. Be on your guard. I won't say she is dangerous, but

she has her own mind and her own methods of doing things. They might run

counter to what you think or believe, but in the end, her will is the one that

will win out."

"Really?" asked Maggie

skeptically."Evidence?"

The man pointed around to the bar.

"I never in my life ever expected to own a place like this. And here it has

been going on fifty years, and I'm still running it."

"You don't look a day past sixty!"

"No I do not. But let's just say

that before I became the owner, a full seven ordinary men lived their lives

under the roof as caretakers of the tap. I remember each and every one of them

quite well."

"And no one has caught on to how

old you are?"

"None that live. It is good to have

your friends about you. But overall, the cover story I have is manageable,

unless some idiot from some magazine comes looking for something interesting to

write. Normally, a few extra beers and a lot of tall tales makes for a good

write, and they leave before uncovering the truth."

"I see. So you still think that

we'll never find this lady?"

"I cannot honestly say. All I know

is what I have been told. No one finds her; she finds you."

Maggie dipped back down to her

phone, still intent on finishing her tasks. That these men were all of The Kind

was obvious, and since they meant them no harm, she let Edward deal with them

in his own way. She had bigger fish to fry. She clicked on the browser and put

in several permutations of the words the old man had used, since she was unsure

of the spelling. After a few tries, she stared at the screen before clicking

her nails on the table.

"Edward?"

He turned, attracted by the tone in

her voice.

"What is it?"

"You're a soul eater."

"What?"

At that very same moment everyone

gathered around them pulled back.

"A soul eater. It makes sense. You

removed Robert from his body. You killed him by eating his soul."

The big blonde, whose English was

pretty good, leaned in carefully, like a man leaning over a pool of sharks.

"Robert who?"

Maggie shrugged. "Robert Louis

Stevenson. You know; the guy who wrote about Mr. Hyde."

The blonde gave her a look that

spoke volumes. "Hyde was not to be trifled with. I never had reason to tangle

with him, but I know the tales from the war days."

Edward took a pull off of the one

remaining full glasses of beer on the table. "Hyde is gone."

Everyone stepped back a little

farther. "Seriously?"

Edward was growing disillusioned

with this group. First he was hailed as some sort of new leader and then he was

suddenly being treated like he was a pariah.

"Yes. And yes, I guess I sort of

absorbed what made him who he was into myself. I had no idea I could even do

that until I tried it. It was the only way to separate him from Hyde."

The blonde moved in closer. "So do

you control the power, or does the power control you?"

"How can I tell?"

The man put his arm out. "By

touching me. Tune out anything and everything but a simple touch."

Edward did so only with much

trepidation. He hardly needed another person down on the ground. He closed his

mind and touched the man. Nothing happened.

"See! Like every other aspect of

your essence, you have the ability to choose how and when you use your power.

Tapping something heretofore unused has its risks. I can see why the lady might

wish for you to find her. You pose a significant danger to yourself and to

others."

"At least there's an upside to it.

I hardly like the idea that I can remove people from their bodies. That's a

rather unsettling thing to be able to do."

The blonde stuck out his hand

again. "My name is Reynaud. And yours?"

"Edward. And this is my wife,

Maggie. I don't mean to be rude, but how is it that the first place I stop

happens to be run by someone akin to what we are? I not only find that to be

unlikely, it smacks of being a set up."

The big blonde laughed. "Have you

never heard the saying that like calls to like?"

"I know that all too well."

"Then what more do you need to

know? You arrived here because you were called to us. You will find that

coincidences are far less that than they are fortuitous meetings meant to be."

"Something about this doesn't sit

well with me. Are you trying to tell me that everything we do is predestined?"

Again the man laughed. "Not at all,

though the lady can see what is to come, so they say. "

"I haven't had much luck with

that."

"What? You can see the future as

well?"

"No so well. It's like everything I

see may or may not happen, or may or may not have relevance."

"Hmmm." Reynard rubbed his chin. "I

see. You are still very young. I suppose you might lack the conviction and

experience necessary to control what you have available to you. I for one

cannot see into the future. I would think that would be a ghastly bore to deal

with."

"Bore? Not yet. I haven't seen a

thing that has been overly helpful to me."

"Unlike the lady. She is said to

see things clearly. But yet, she does little to help or hinder. Your case

therefore must be very unusual. Legend has it she stays on the periphery of

matters until such time as it demands her attention."

"About her. Who is she exactly?"

"Exactly? No one can say except for

her. She is thought of as the eldest of us, even with all of the variations

that exist among us."

"Yes, there does seem to be a lot

of variety. Maggie has different powers and abilities than I do, and I have

some that are beyond her abilities. I have no wings, but she does. Or at least,

she did."

"Wings? She is Kludde?"

"Kludde?"

"You do not know the term? That

will change very quickly. Kludde is what we are, this band of brothers. We are

somewhat unique, but if your lady has the ability to fly then she is very much

akin to what we are."

Edward swallowed and looked around

at all of the eager faces. The emotions here were as rapidly changing as a

North Sea front. "And what is that?"

"We will show you, but not here and

not now. There is a time and a place for everything."

"I don't understand."

"But you will." He turned to

Maggie. "Girl, where do you originate?"

"America," was her reply.

"That is obvious. I mean, your

ancestry."

"My father is a Leeds, and my

mother descended from the tsar's family."

"A reaffirmation then."

"A what?"

"I don't know that I can explain it

to you. It's what you would call genetics."

"I know what genetics is! What are

you saying about me?"

The man sat down. "I can only tell

you in a precursory way. Some traits dilute as they get mixed with plain blood.

Some traits require two of the same; what do they call it? Oh yes, an allele.

It is too complicated for the likes of me to completely understand, but who and

what you are gets passed down. What I wonder is how your parentage could have

resulted in such a strong combination. The same goes for your male friend here.

I sense that there is much about him that is very old. Where he managed to get

the combination of factors to allow for this is beyond me. "

Edward shrugged it off. He was what

he was, though truthfully, at the moment he was still left wondering what that

was. "So what of you? What is a Kludde?"

"I told you I will show you later.

Sometimes seeing is a better teacher than mere word of mouth."

The group of men dispersed to their

former seats, allowing Reynard to take them outside and around the corner.

There was a little inn which he also owned, and taking them inside, made a

sweeping gesture. "It is entirely empty at the moment, so I will make it yours

until such time as you choose to move one."

"Are you certain?"

"Am I certain? I owe fealty to you now

as the leader. Consider this a token of my appreciation."

Without another word and to avoid

an argument, he left, closing the door to the place behind him. It was old,

with rough hewn timbers aged dark with the accumulation of lamp soot and grimy

hands. But despite this feeling of decrepitude, the place was clean and smelled

as fresh as any modern hotel.

"I'm not sure I like this idea," he

said to no one in particular.

"Why?"

He started out of his thoughts.

"This feels like a set up."

"I know what you mean. I had no

idea what we were going to be getting into when I told you to pull over. I just

felt the urge to have a talk with you. You've been a little morose since we

left Amsterdam."

"I know, but the funny thing is, I

feel a little better about it now, though I detest being referred to as a soul

eater. I have no desire to go around sucking people from their bodies."

"I should hope not. But you are

what you are. And I am what I am. We can't make the same mistake Robert did by

trying to be something we 're not."

"Yeah, I know. I just wish I knew a

little more about where we're headed in all of this. I mean, Kludde - what the

hell is a Kludde?"

She held up her phone. "They have

wi-fi. Shall I look it up?"

"No. I think that if he feels a

demonstration is in order, then we will allow him to show us."

"As you wish. As for me, I think

that a little rest is warranted, unless of course, you have something else

planned that requires the bed." She let her suggestion trail off.

He felt a rise in his groin. "You

know, maybe I do."

They had their pick of rooms, and

chose one on the second floor, overlooking the street. The sheets were as white

as snow, and the feather pillows top of the line. Unless he had a lot fo guests

staying here, he went to an awful lot of trouble making this place comfortable

for the two of them. Maggie too had to pull her mind from the possibility that

this was some sort of trick. She just couldn't see any point in someone trying

to pull something over on them.

Edward undressed, feeling strangely

out of place here. He was driving an old car, wearing old clothing, and was now

staying in a building that might very well date back hundreds of years. IT was

a sort of time travel, and he wasn't feeling all too settled about it.

Maggie could sense his mild dismay,

but not the cause. The building was old, but the room was as nice as a person

could ask for. She thought about touching his arm, but was overcome with an

unreasonable fear. She wanted no part of getting sucked into his body. It was

his job to invade hers...

"Husband?"

He twisted up his face in a smile. "Wife?"

"It'll be alright."

"I hope so. I don't like feeling

like I'm not in control. It seems every time something new happens, I go off

the deep end."

"Yeah, I've noticed that about you.

Good thing you have me around. Would you like to practice your soul sucking on

me?"

"No!"

"Then how about something more physical

and pleasurable? It's been a while since we had any real time alone."

"I agree. Let's just forget about

everything and think about ourselves."

He emptied his pants pockets on the

old nightstand and crawled into the bed. She followed, sticking with her more

mature appearing body. He had voiced no negativity towards her maturing facade,

knowing all too well that the person within remained the same. She might never

have Verona's attributes, but she had every intention of honing her own.

Her hair was much longer now,

having grown out to the point that she had taken to tying it back. Her breasts

had grown to a more respectable size while her crotch has erupted with a carpet

on fine soft fur. Not hair, but genuine fur. She didn't know if this was normal

or if it were the result of her own mind playing tricks with her body, but she

loved it regardless.

So did he. His cock was hard before

he hit the bed. When he tried, he found he could drive nearly everything but

the present from his mind. He had a clear slate upon which to work, and he

intended to fill it with memories meant to last a lifetime.

His touch brought forth just a lit

nervousness from her which dissipated when nothing  bad happened. She was careful too to keep her

mind out of the present equation. Minds were wonderful, but there were times

when they just got in the way.

He pulled her down, kissing her

passionately. She sprouted pointy ears and a bushy tail, but he didn't even

notice. All he could sense was the warm passion coming through from her lips as

she pressed her face into his.

She wasn't being forceful, but she

found herself in a hurry to get going. She had hardly realized how much pent up

energy she had after their stressful voyage on the open sea. During that time

they had only had one real night together. The rest was spent watching and

worrying.

She sat up, breaking their

connection, grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs. He could feel her

tail slapping back and forth across his knees as she happily took him in. She

sighed as she settled down slowly, making herself as tight as was practically possible,

forcing him to part her insides like it was the first time. It was a trick she

knew he loved, and it was one she intended to not overuse. From what she had

gathered, they might very well be stuck with each other for a very long time. There

was no sense in using up her arsenal of ploys too quickly. On the other hand,

time meant that she was going to be able to learn a few now things along the

way.

What fun!

As she leaned back down he grabbed

her ears gently and returned to kissing her. "He broke off for a moment to gaze

into her eyes. "So Mrs. Peterson. DO we consider this our honeymoon?"

"I suppose we could. But you know

how our kind reacts to the moon!"

"I do."

"I do too."

"IS that a matter of vows or a

matter of understanding?"

"Perhaps it is both. You will have

me, won't you?"

"You have no idea how much I want

you. In all of my unsurety; all of my mishaps and misadventures, you have been

the one thing that has held me together."

"So then, you aren't angry at all

the things that have happened because you have met me?"

He pulled her down, reveling in the

feel of her sharp nipples burrowing into his chest. "Oh, I'm angry, and I'm

happy, I'm smarter and more stupid than before, I have never wanted adventure

more and yet have never been more homesick than I am now. I have never felt

more alive despite being nearly dead more than a few times. Knowing you has

shown me want living ia all about. I may be one hell of a mess inside, but I

can never go back to being what I was, and I don't think I really want to."

His words struck her with such a

force that her body reacted in a most intimate and sensual way. Without warning

she tightened up in an orgasm and gasped just before biting down on his chest.

Her hips were late to the party, but they began making up lost time by rapidly

rocking back and forth with as much power as they could muster. A normal man

would have howled in pain.

Edward howled with pleasure as she

worked him over.

She collapsed few minutes later,

panting so much her tongue had rolled out. HE suppressed a smile

"It has been a while hasn't it?"

"God yes! Sorry about that."

"Sorry for what? I take no offense

where none should be taken. However, I hope you know that just because you got

off first doesn't mean were done."

She blinked her eyes fetchingly. "I

sure as hell hope not!"

He could feel her giving him a very

personal squeeze. His response was to thrust in deeper. He reached down and grabbed

the base of her tail with one hand while the other found and rubbed her anus.

She licked his face ever more rapidly as his finger played with her back door.

They hadn't done a lot of anal play, but she was getting to like all sorts of

things. It he could just keep his persona under control things might go well.

The fact was, he had managed to

suppress everything but who he was at the moment. Essentially, he was back to

being who he was to begin with, leastwise, before he had undergone his change.

He was just a simple, happy, sexually aroused man with an equally aroused

female. In that, there were no limits to what they could do.

She let him work her for a while,

relaxing to allow herself to loosen up. She might be tough, but she knew she

had limitations. Having healed from his exuberance in the past, a little

preparation went a long ways in avoiding a repeat misadventure.

When she felt sufficiently

prepared, she sat up again, slipped off his cock and guided him to her back

hole. With a sigh, she impaled herself and relaxed as his length slid past her

sphincter. It was a pleasurable feeling, but one distinctly different from her

cunt. It lit an entirely separate set of nerve ending on fire, and it was a

fire she didn't want put out too soon.

Edward groaned as his cock went

from one exquisite hole to another. HE let her do the moving, knowing his

propensity for getting a little out of hand. She dropped down until her tail

was resting on the bed, and then, with a fluid motion, rose against until she

was nearly off. At the last second she dropped back down again.

He opened his eyes when she

stopped. She was grinning impishly at him.

"You know, I could get to like this

place. The more I'm here, the more homey it feels. It's nice to be able to

relax and enjoy each other for a change."

She punctuated her statement with a

little tight-assed pull on his cock.

"This place does seem to grow on a

person, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Can we stay a few days at

least?"

"I don't see why not."

She leaned down and ran her tongue

over his nipples. Then she sat back up and grabbed his hands, placed them on

her own.

"Do you like?"

"Very mush so."

"They aren't Verona's"

"No they're not."

She felt a twinge of jealousy.

"No?"

"No. Her's were her's and your's

are perfect."

She felt a tear come to her eye. "Are

you trying to seduce me?"

His mouth twisted up in a grin. "A

little late to ask that, isn't it?"

She kissed him again. "Maybe. How

much stamina so you have in you?"

"Probably as much as you have cock

in you right now."

"Then it looks like it's going to

be a great evening!"