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                I found

out quickly that Verona was as interested in my knowledge as she was of my

body. I think my body had more to offer, since I knew only what had transpired

after meeting and adopting Maggie. I was amazed at the readiness in which she

was will to go to bed with me, since she could have had any male (or female)

that turned her eye. She was that hot.

                "So Mr.

Peterson. Do you have a first name?"

                "Edward."

                "Hmmm.

Not very impressive is it. Ed-ward."

                I

smiled a little lamely. "It's isn't really Edward. No one could spell it the

way it was on my birth certificate. Mother spelled it like this, E-d-o-u-a-r-d.

"

                "Ahhh.

That's more like it. Mothers are always so good at giving things to their children.

What about Maggie's real parents?"

                "Maybe

I should let her tell you that story."

                "Maybe

you should. But tell me this: a werewolf is confirmed in her family line,

correct?"

                "Her

mother. She was killed by her father."

                "Hmmm.

This bears investigation."

                "You

sound just like her."

                "I

should. We have more in common with each other than we do with you...I think. That

remains to be seen."

                "What

does that mean?"

                But she

was investigating the teeth marks on my shoulder. "Did Maggie do this?"

                "No one

else but her."

                She

checked over each puncture wound and ran her fingers over them. "She's a

fighter in bed I see. You must be careful. I killed a lover once that way.

Thankfully I wasn't all gaga over him like Maggie is over you. But it was a sad

day for me. I had to dispose of the body. That took me a month."

                I knew

I was stupid, but I had to wonder why it would take so long. I would think there

would be hundreds of places to dump a body. Then I felt the horror rising

within me. Here I was justifying murder just to bed this girl, err, woman; err,

well you know. Still I had to ask.

                "Why a

month?"

                "Good God

man, how much do you think I can eat in a sitting and still fit in those jeans?"

                I

almost laughed. Really. If I didn't think she would have taken my head clean

off, I would have laughed. This was a sick, sick business.

                "Well,

those are nice jeans. Of course, they looked better on you."

                "What

are you trying to say?" She had a tinge of something in her voice.

                "That no

matter what you might wear, you'd make it look good."

                "Is

that so?"

                "Yes!"

I stood my ground.

                "How

about this?" She began to morph back into a werewolf. It was the weirdest

thing. It wasn't night time, but we had already established that a werewolf could

change anytime, just the degree might vary. Verona had no trouble in transforming

into a mighty beast. And despite her fearsome appearance, I couldn't get her

human body out of my mind.

                "Yes,

you look good like this too. Sorry, but there you have it. If I hadn't been

dealing with Maggie and her constant alterations, I might have dropped over in a

dead faint. But as it is, I've had sex with her, ranging from her fully feral

form to her human form, and varying degrees in between."

                "She's

a little powerhouse then? I guess I'm not surprised. She lost the only person

who could teach her restraint." She held up her hand to forestall my

objections. "I don't know how much you really know about our kind. It's sort of

hard to write a book on it you know. There have been attempts to capture werewolves

over the centuries to try and harness their power."

                "I know

the concept."

                "Maybe

you think you do. The legends make it sound like the bite of a werewolf will

turn another person into a werewolf."

                "I hope

not!" I said, rubbing my shoulder.

                "Shut

up. This is serious business. There is some truth to those tales."

                I

gulped.

                "How

so?"

                She

smiled at my sudden interest. "There is no magical virus. What there are are

antibodies. A werewolf, whether in human form or in feral form, has these in their

blood and saliva, just like a regular human has their own types. So instead of

getting, say hepatitis from someone, which could affect anybody, a regular

human is unaffected by our bite." Here she smiled. "Well, that depends on how

deep it is."

                I

rubbed my shoulder. "So I'm going to be fine then?"

                "You'll

be fine either way, I'd say. Have you been feeling alright?"

                "Yeah.

I think so."

                "Think so?

You either feel fine or you don't."

                "Well,

I got drunk last night waiting for Maggie to come back."

                "And

how did you feel in the morning?"

                "Well,

at two thirty in the morning I felt like crap. I even told Maggie to leave me

alone. Bu I was just drunk."

                "Did

your parents drink?"

                "No. It

was against their religion."

                "Do you

normally drink?"

                "No."

                "Hmmmmm."

                "What?"

I was getting unnerved again.

                "Nothing."

She stretched out like a huge black dog on the bed. She laid her head down and

gave me those eyes. I guess Maggie wasn't the only one who knew that trick. "If

you think I'm beautiful like this, show me how beautiful you find me."

                I knew

she was diverting me from our talk, but it worked. If she thought I was bluffing,

she had another thing coming. I was already pretty much undressed, not wishing to

be presumptuous.  What I did have on hit

the floor with barely a whisper.

                What I didn't

know was that this was going to be the first time she had ever used her feral

body for sex. In a world of ninety nine point nine, nine, nine, nine, nine

percent humans, her human form was all she had ever had the opportunity to

risk. Sure, there were probably guys out there who might be into something like

this, but finding them was next to impossible, since werewolves were impossible

to comprehend.

                She

rolled on her back, and despite her fearsome appearance, she managed to look

like a needy pet looking for attention. I doubted this was a pose she adopted

often, if ever.

                I opted

to put on my own show, rather than diving right in. Maggie was often impatient;

wanting it now, now, now! There was something to be said for intensity, and

something to be said for finesse. I had a feeling Verona liked a little of

both. There was only one way to find out.

                I think

I spooked her, kissing her belly. I really think she thought I'd back out of

it. On a real dog, maybe (I really didn't know any more), but I knew what I was

dealing with. I ran my hands through her thick fur and scratched her sides. I

stifled a laugh when her leg twitched.

                I dug

my nails in and worked away, sticking to the simple things. Over the next few

minutes I worked her over, making my way ever lower. By the time I reached her

crotch she was a puddle. Her vulva was completely canine, but that didn't stop

me. If anything, it made it more interesting.  

                I

kissed her belly and worked my way down, ignoring the fur. As I got to her

crotch I could smell a musky scent that under normal circumstances would have

turned me off. Not now. It seemed to fill my nose and my brain with visions of,

well, never mind. It's none of your business.

                I pried

apart her puffy lips, feeling the heat rising out of it like a fumarole. The

color inside was red, and I mean like a whore's lipstick. She might as well

have been in heat with the way it looked. I moved over her and got my face down

there, and gave her a good solid lick. Her paws came down on my head. She

growled out, almost inaudibly, "Careful now."

                What

was she going to do? Well, she could do a lot, but really, what could she do? I

gave her another lick, followed by another. The more I did it, the more she

chilled out. I think that this was as new to her as werewolves were to me. I'm

sure she had oral as a human, but never like this. Her flavor and aroma were interesting,

which sounds lame, but I was still getting used to it. It wasn't taking long.

                Inside

me, I was feeling a heat rising. It was a little more intense than passion, or

libido, or anything I had felt in the past. Maggie had talked about pheromones,

and maybe being this close to an adult werewolf was enough for my inferior nose

to sense them. Whatever the story was behind it, it went straight to my cock.

It got so hard it hurt. I swear the damn thing was trying to grow past its

normal bounds.

                I

wanted so badly to plunge into her, but I held back. I was going to show her I

wasn't put off by her in any form. I got right down there and worked her slit,

wedging my tongue in as far as it would go. Like my cock, my tongue strained at

its boundaries. My skin was itching, and I was getting more and more antsy. I

grabbed her sides and forced my face into what I was doing. She growled deep

from the depths of her throat.

                I

finally had enough and climbed up. Without warning I stabbed into that red hot

hole. It was wet and slippery and I drove in with the first try. She wasn't

Maggie, but she was wonderful in a whole other way. She was hot, almost  feverishly warm. And from the second I was in,

it felt like I was absorbing her excess warmth. I felt sweat beading up on my

brow and I hadn't even done anything to generate it yet.

                I soon

corrected that. Her body was as disproportionate as Maggie's when she was in feral

form, but I didn't let that slow me down. I grabbed her furry legs and worked

her over so furiously that in any other case it would have been considered

rape. Her legs were pretty strong, and it was a job keeping them under control.

That thought made me think of that poor fellow in the park. Then the thought

was gone. He was dead and I was here. That made all the difference in the

world.

                Raping

a werewolf. Who would have believed such a thing? Who would have believed that

werewolves were real? So I guess I was living some sort of terrible fantasy. I

spiked her like a swordsman testing his blade; repeatedly sinking my cock into

her like there was no tomorrow.  I was so

intent that everything else blurred. I became absorbed in all things that comprised

her. My focus narrowed until all I could smell; all I could see and all I could

hear was her.

                Her

heartbeat was pounding. Not only could I hear it, I could feel it right where

it counted. Pretty soon it felt like I was matching her beat for beat. I could

feel the pounding in my head, and it traveled through all the way to my toes.  It became a drumbeat that I couldn't ignore. I

soon matched my strokes to it, and I sensed she was doing the same. I don't know

why it was so different from Maggie, but it was, in a real big way.

                My eyes

blurred and soon all I could sense was her body under me. I could feel her

claws rake over me, but there was no pain. After all the sex I had been having

with my daughter, I would have thought that I was tapped out. Somewhere down

the line, my body hadn't gotten the message.

                I

slammed away, feeling like I was getting deeper and deeper with each pass. Then,

all at once, she clamped up tight. No matter how hard I tried, I was going

nowhere. It was as it her body had sudden undergone rigor mortis. Well, that part

of her anyway. She was as stiff inside as I was.

                Then

with a snarl, she let loose and slammed my body into hers. It was like hitting

brick wall. It wasn't painful like hitting something that solid, but it was as

abrupt. Her long arms engulfed me and held me tight as her body bucked and

shook. She let of a low snarl, then a roar, making any similar sound that came

from Maggie's lungs mere yips and mews.                

                I felt

myself cumming. It was as if she was squeezing it out of me. It was under so

much pressure I thought that I would burst before it made it out. I began to

see red, and my ears buzzed, and before it was all over, I was gripping her

flesh hard enough to make my fingers hurt.

                I don't

know who was working harder, because it was all a jumble to me. When I cut

loose, I wasn't even able to tell if I was upside right our hanging head down.

Her cunt felt like a teat cup on a milking machine, pulling the fluid from me

rather than me pumping it in. I came with a cry and fell, motion less and out

of breath on the floor.

                I don't

know how I got on the down there, but Verona was there with me. It was all a

red hazed blur in my mind. My lungs were heaving, my legs were rubber and

inside I was totally disjointed from reality. I barely had the presence of mind

to note the one other person in the room. It was, of course, Maggie.

                "God,

you guys are animals! I'd tell you to get a room, but look what you did to this

one. Next time take it out into the park!" She stamped her feet and disappeared

into the main sitting room.

                Verona changed

ever so slowly back to her human self. "Hmm. Not a bad idea. You want to try

the park some time?"

                I winced.

I was in so much pain it wasn't funny. "Sure. Just give me a couple of days to

heal."

                She

rolled over and straddled me. I don't know where she got the strength. "Sure.

But if all your going to do is whine about healing when there's nothing wrong

with you, I think I'll give you something to whine about." And she bit me on

the other shoulder! Women!.