Moonchild

Story by StGeorgesHorse on SoFurry

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#7 of The Moonrise Chronicles


                The

next morning she ate a little more than her normal, but as I did order up a

steak cooked rare, she had something that at least simulated her preferred

prey. Life would have been easier if she could eat something normal, but I

wasn't going to have her getting sick over it. Since she could manage long

periods of fasting, I let the matter rest.

                She

spent a lot of the morning curled up on my lap as we watched the television.

Her arms were wrapped around my neck, as the rest of her body ran perpendicular

to mine, with her feet propped up on pillows to the side. We were both worn out

from last night. The problem was, every time I thought about what we had been

doing, I got a rise. She didn't mind at all. Since I was naked, as was she, all

she had to do was wiggle herself into place and that was that.

                Our sex began much more subtle and tantric this time around. She did move her body until

she was sitting properly on my lap, her arms extended behind her and around my

neck. My nose was buried in her hair and my hands were on her chest. She was

just sort of sitting there, lightly raising and lowering her body on top of

mine. It was sort of like slow dancing after doing the cha-cha for hours on

end.

                "Father?"

                "Yes

Maggie?"

                 "Last night was really fun. I hope you enjoyed

it too."

                I was

thinking of a thousand witty things to say. None of them seemed right. "I did,

very much so. You're quite the little lover."

                Simplicity

was best is seemed. She squeezed her internal muscles and leaned back into me.

"Thank you. It's nice to be able to take care of my itches without always

resorting to violence. Not that I'm saying I'm against a little rough stuff

when necessary mind you."

                I gave

her nipples a little tweak. She rolled her head and play-bit my arm. I slid one

hand down to her crotch. I was inside her of course, but I placed a finger on

her clit and gently rubbed it.

                "I

won't break you know. A little harder is so much nicer."

                I

applied more pressure, and she began to squirm. God she was such a turn on. I don't

think I had anything left inside me to give to her except my stiffness. I think

that for the first time in my life, my reservoir of sperm was exhausted. But

for the moment, that wasn't a worry. I could stay just like this for hours.

                I got

to the point where I was pinching her clit, gently at first, and then with

increased pressure. This girl was into some kinky things, because the harder I

did it, the more she reacted. I finally began rolling it roughly between my

thumb and finger. It would occasionally pop loose, like a pebble under

pressure. Each time that happened, she groaned in a way that was obviously

disappointment, and until I went back to doing it, she seemed to pout.

                Let's just

say that given enough time, my body managed to manufacture one more shot of

love juice. But by that time, I had draped her over the edge of the couch and

was working away on her like a mad man.  She got so into it that she unconsciously

morphed into a half human, half wolf stage. Since I now had a tail to hold

onto, I did just that, fucking her so violently that the couch creaked and

shifted back and forth across the carpeted floor.

                I

mustered my strength and went into a fury of thrusting, driving deep with each

push. I could feel her tighten up, as before, and I knew I wasn't going to

last. Five minute later I spilled inside her, while she growled and howled and

thankfully, did all of that with her face stuffed into the cushions. At worst,

I could blame the noise on the television being too loud.

                I was loathing

the necessity of pulling out, since she was still in the middle of a prolonged

orgasm. I held in place until it tapered off, then finally, and with much

regret, slid out with a pop and stood up. She was still just lying there,

twitching and shaking. It was mesmerizing to watch.

                I

finally left off of my voyeurism and headed to the shower. She came in a short

while later, the look of happiness of her face the brightest sign I had ever

seen that she could be totally happy. She stepped into the oversized stall and

grabbed my cock. "You know, I could get used to this."

                I

leaned down and gave her a kiss. "Me too. But don't think you're getting

anymore today. I think my body is shriveling up from everything you suck from

me."

                "Hmmm.

Suck!"

                She

dropped to her knees and literally created a vacuum over my cock. It popped

into her mouth and despite the recent use and abuse of my organ, I could feel

the blood stirring inside it again. All I could say was "Oh God!" as the force

of her pull sucked the blood right back into it.

                You can

use your imagination for the rest. Let's just say that we probably used up a

ton of water before she was done. I nearly collapsed on the floor, and I did

have one more load hiding in the wings. When we got out of the shower, we were

clean and as wrinkled as prunes.  

                We hit

the sack for a few hours. There was nothing particular that we could do, and

she had to have the cover of darkness to carry out her next kill. I almost felt

sorry for the guy. Almost. As we lay there, I decided to risk bringing up what

I considered a touchy subject.

                "Maggie?"

                "Hmmm?"

                "What

can you tell me about your mother?"

                I

braced for claws in my side. She just snuggled closer. "Mother was beautiful.

Father adored her, so know that her murder was unintentional. Like I told you,

he freaked out."

                "Yes,

but what about her past? Did you ever know anything about her past?"

                "Not

too much. She was raised in an orphanage, just like I was. Because she was

adopted, the files are locked away, just like mine are now."

                "So you

have no idea who her parents were, that is, who you biological grandparent

were?"

                "Nope.

You can't find everything online."

                "No, I

suppose not. But I wonder... When we get back, maybe we should try looking

anyway. I have a feeling that you might be pretty good at sneaking past

alarms."

                "Father!

How dare you give me such a compliment? That would mean that I had greater

abilities than you have seen. And you've seen a lot!" Her tongue came out and

started licking my side.

                "Stop

it!" I said in mock indignation. "I haven't got any more in me for that kind of

play!"

                She

sighed. "You can't blame a girl for trying. And yes, you do have a good idea.

In fact, I think you're beginning to take after me. I must be a bad influence

on you."

                I

rolled my eyes. "The best of the worst I'd say!"

                I felt

her teeth nibble my side. "You bet!"

                When

night fell, I went outside with her to see her off. Our routine was as before,

only we left a little earlier. We walked through the park, and she sniffed the

air constantly. "I can smell my old friend from last night. He sweats like a

hog. I may have to chase him to the pond and force him in just so that he tastes

good."

                I refrained

from commenting. I bowed to her judgment on these things. She was in a position

where her body responded in ways far removed from a normal human. At least she

had the morals to pick her victims carefully. Of course, I might have to look

up a few more rich ones. That might make for a terrific windfall. Money wasn't

everything, but it went far to provide a lot.

                We

found a deserted and secluded spot where she changed out of her clothing. This

time, she skipped the collar and leash. In her wolf growl, she looked at me and

said, "It was way more fun upstairs with the collar and leash. Unless of course

 you want to try it here in the park? I

bet it's not the worst thing that's happened here over the years!"

                "We

have time to think it over. For now, I'm heading back to the hotel. What time

do you want me back to let you in?" We had electronic key cards that let us in

the back doors. It was meant for getting in luggage and such, and while there

were cameras, I doubted there were watched with any due vigilance.

                She had

me tuck her bag under some bushes. "Try three. Even if I'm done sooner, I'll do

some exploring. Your interest in the park has sort of piqued mine. But I like

doing it my own way. I see and smell things you don't."

                With

that she slipped away.

                I went

back up to the room and opened a bottle of champagne. She didn't seem

interested in alcohol, but then when your highs are as high as hers were, and

you lows equally emotional, alcohol probably didn't seem so great. I wished her

happy hunting and downed a glassful. It was going to be a long night.

                As it

turned out, it wasn't as long as I thought it would be. I had set my cell phone

to alarm mode so I would be there when she came back. It went off at two thirty

and I jerked awake. Maggie was sitting there next to me. I was a little foggy

from the alcohol and from getting woke up out of a deep sleep.

                "Hey!"

                I

yawned and stretched. "Hey yourself..." Then my eyes went wide. "Wait a minute,

how did you get back inside?"

                She

giggled. "There are more ways than one father dearest. Did you forget about the

balcony?"

                I

stopped and stared at her. "Are you telling me you climbed up the side of the building?"

                "Yep!"

She beamed proudly. "I can do old factories, so why not fancy hotels. You

should try the top sometime. The view is even better from up there. It's three

hundred and sixty degrees. Oh, the City that Never Sleeps is a fascinating

place."

                As my

eyes focused on her, I could see that there were splatters in her hair. "Successful

hunt?"

                She got

dreamy. "Yes. The man was a total pig. Even though we caught him before and

therefore his life was forfeit, I let him see me running naked through the park.

You can bet he chased me down. I ducked into some bushes and came out full

force in feral form. He didn't have a chance. I gave him what he deserved and

left plenty for the police to identifying his remains by. One less freak on the

street tonight. "

                I shivered

a little. Her ways still made me uneasy. And as it was, I was feeling a little

queasy. A whole bottle of bubbly probably wasn't a good idea. I think she

wanted to get it on again, but I just couldn't. "Sweetie, just get cleaned up

and come to bed. It's been a long day. And tomorrow, we'll need to go back to

the park to see if your mystery wolfman made an appearance."

                She

yawned and stretched, rising her arms and lifting her skirt enough to show she wasn't

wearing her panties. "If you insist. But tomorrow morning I don't want to hear

any excuses!"

                I

actually groaned. She had way more energy than I ever had at any point in my

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