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           The flight was expected to take

nine hours. Maggie, in her usual fashion, grew bored rather quickly. After

running through the plane in both human and feral form, she plopped back down

in her seat.

"This sucks!" Then she eyed Edward.

"Speaking of sucking, what say I give you a little fun time?"

"No. I want to keep an eye on this

guy. I don't trust him any farther than I can throw him."

"You're in a plane father. You can

throw him for miles from up here."

"Not my point and you know it!"

"True. But why don't you just lock

him in the bathroom?"

The hunter stood up. "You have

nothing to fear from me. I have done what I could before now. It matters not

what you do until we arrive. I will leave you alone for as long as you need

time."

Edward grabbed his shoulder. "Not

so fast. This is your airplane, and therefore your rules. How do I know I can

trust you?"

"You don't. And you shouldn't. But

you are going to see the cardinal. I would be going above my station to

interfere with what has been set in motion. So you may rest assured that you will

not be harmed during this flight. However, once we land in Rome, your safety

will not be guaranteed. For one thing, you will be outsiders. If you stray from

the path I set for you, then you will be subject to police arrest. It would not

go over well having them discover you entered the country illegally."

Maggie growled a little. 'What do

you mean illegally?"

"The church does not heed the rules

set down by mere monarchies and republics. The church does what needs to be

done by any means at its disposal." He bowed and went to the back of the plane.

"Well thanks for nothing!" she shouted

after him.

Edward pulled her down into his

lap. "Let him go. I feel he is being honest. For now, we can relax."

She shucked her dress quicker than

the eye could follow. "So, you haven't told me yet. How was the mating?"

He shook his head. "Nothing you'd

care to be part of. There were several times I thought I was going to kill her.

My cock felt like I was carrying a small telephone pole between my legs. And my

knot; it was so inflated and hard I thought I was going to rupture something

before I was through."

She started playing with herself. ""It

sounds yummy!"

"Are you nuts?"

"Probably. No; definitely.  I think I do some of my best work when I'm off

kilter."

"I'll never get used to this. Being

a werewolf is pretty cool, but I don't like being out of control."

"So you've said before. I think

that given time, you'll get it worked out. "

She had stripped out of her

underwear as they were talking. "I think I can take you on all the way. I know

what the book says about wawkalaks. We're tough and resilient."

"And mouthy, outgoing and at times completely

intolerable."

"Oh, you're just saying that to get

on my good side."

"You have a good side? " Edward

asked with a wry grin.

"Of course I do!"

"And which side is that?"

"My insides of course. And right

now they're all lonely for you."

"Mags, I just don't think..."

"Then don't think!" He suddenly

felt himself paralyzed. It was just like that first night that he had followed

her. He had forgotten all about it.

She stared him in the eye. "You

forgot about that little trick didn't you? You see, I have a few weapons in my

arsenal."

He tried talking, but his vocal

cords wouldn't work. She undid his pants. "You see, I'm a reasonable person

when I get my own way. I can even be reasonable when I don't. But right now it's

you and me and a whole big jet-plane and we're going to be on it for hours."

All he could think of was why she

hadn't used this power at the house. She could have stopped this hunter in his

tracks. But then he tried to follow her logic. Doing so would not have gotten

Verona pregnant, and they probably wouldn't be heading to Rome in a private

charter jet paid for by the Vatican. Which got him thinking about how they were

going to get back home again.

She had his cock out. It wasn't paralyzed.

Therefore his train of thought derailed before it could leave the station.

 She sucked it in and continued to work down

his pants at the same time. He might have helped her if he weren't presently so

completely helpless. She put a little of the "were" on and managed to lift him

up. The pants dropped to around his knees.

She slid off for a second. "That's

better!"

She went back to working him over.  She aggressively went down on him, relaxing

her throat to take him in. He felt her hand slide under his balls and move

right up to his ass. She began working in her finger, and there was nothing he

could do about it. She was a little rough, and as she was going in dry, this

made it a bit more uncomfortable.

It made him a little angry that she

was doing this to him when he couldn't react. He should have known better. As

his emotions built, so did her manipulations. She had her finger up there

caressing his prostrate just like the doctor did in the office. His cock was

getting harder and longer and more red by the second.

He could feel his body changing;

unmoving, but changing. He cursed the girl for her abilities. He focused on

fighting it. That was only partially successful, if at all. As it was, her

mouth was now so stretched to the max that her jaws could open no further. So

she morphed. Her wolf head had a long face, and that meant more room for a

cock. And it opened wider. Much wider.

His body was turning into the anthropomorphic

version of the werewolf. Edward had no control over it right now, but the form

seemed an instinctive choice since he was sitting in an airplane seat. His tail

sprang out the side as his size grew, his arms lengthened, and his legs extended.

This was apparently what she

wanted. She stopped and leaned up to lick his face. "If you're real good, I

might let you punish me afterwards for what I'm going to do now." She straddled

his frozen form and slid herself over his cock. Her ears flattened against her

head as she took the plunge. He had as much tool there now as he had given to

Verona. Maggie wasn't going to be satisfied until she was on par with the much

older she-wolf.  

Apparently the size difference didn't

seem to make an impression on her. Oh, not Edward's new size, but her size versus

Verona's. She was bound and determined that whatever the older woman could do,

she could do as well. A simple thing like age and maturity didn't seem to

register on her brain.

Edward was glad he couldn't move.

If she was going to do this again, he wasn't going to be responsible for the damages,

even if she could heal from them. If she could return from a hole the size of a

fifty cent piece, then a stretched out cunt shouldn't prove to be problematic.  

She had her eyes closed as she

grabbed the armrests and forced herself down.  His cock slid in inexorably. If not for her superior

lubricating abilities, it would not have been happening.  But it was. Edward closed his own eyes,

waiting to feel the tearing that he knew had to come with her attempt. Inch

after inch slid inside her, and then, unbelievably, his knot. It had not yet

enlarged, but once it was inside, it let loose with the whole engorging process.

It had to be something of her doing.

He opened his eyes. She was staring

at him. "I told you. Practice makes perfect. Whatever she can do, I can do

better. You might end up marrying her and she'll technically be my mom and

everything, but I found you first."

He could feel her forcing herself

down. The tip of his cock was lodged against her cervix, and at the rate she

was going, she was going to force it open to accompany his length. His knot was

so tight it hurt, and he had to wonder if this was any better for her. She was

right to have paralyzed him. He didn't know what he would be doing right now,

but it damn well would be something. And it would probably be something pretty

violent.

Her body was now in that in between

stage; part human and part wolf. She pressed her body to the limits of her abilities

and leaned in and kissed him. He couldn't respond, but her lips felt nice

against his. She worked her hands, complete with long claws, behind his neck

and pulled herself into him. She stopped to whisper. "You'll always be my one

love, no matter what happens. I want you to know this now and forever."

He found he could move, just a

little. Like primarily his vocal cords. "I know Mags, but you don't have to go

all crazy on me to show it. I love you too. I wish I loved Verona like I love

you. It makes me feel sort of bad that she's now pregnant with my baby and I don't

really love her."

She put her long claw against his lips.

"Shhhh! First off, I am crazy. It just so happens that sometimes I have periods

of lucidity. Second of all, you don't have to love her. You have to respect

her. She is your mate. You did a thing that needed to be done. I know you well

enough to know that you'll take good care of her."

"Of course I will. But what are you

trying to say?"

She smiled. "You do catch on after

a while. I can't say for certain, but I think that while I'm out of the good

old US of A, I might do a little investigating. After we're done with this

church thing of course."

"Investigating?"

"Yeah." She stopped talking for a

moment as her body shuddered uncontrollably. "I want to find out a little bit

more about my family. I never knew I was originally from Russia."

"But you're not!"

She sighed exasperatedly. "No, but

my family originally was. This hunter guy picked you out didn't he? So I doubt

he's wrong about me either. I want to know why I have power on top of being a

werewolf. There is something at work here and I'd like to know more about it. I

memorized everything in the Taborum, including everything they translated for

me.  It seems to me that there is a lot

missing." Again she stopped, shuddering as her body fought to contain the mass

inside her.

"No."

"No? No what?"

"You're not going."

"Who's going to stop me?"

"No one. I'm coming with you."

Her eyes welled up with tears . "Do

you mean it?"

"Of course I do. But first things

first. We need to see what this is all about in Rome. If, and I say if we

survive that, then we'll move on."

Her hands became, well; hands. They

rubbed his face and his chest. "I don't think we'll have anything to worry

about. I had time to think things over while you thought I was dead. It was

kind of nice to be alone for a while. While there's a chance we'll die, I don't

think it's a big one. But I'm uneasy about this situation. I find it hard to

believe that a religious order could stick with something like this for so long

and still keep the pope out of the loop. Not that I have any love of religion,

but it does pacify the masses..." Here she grinned at her pun. Edward rolled his

eyes. "But it's been hundreds of years since the ring was hidden away. Why

pursue it for so long?"

He was going to say something, but

her body shuddered again. Her hands became paws and those claws came out once

more. She tilted her head back and howled. She caught herself. "Sorry about

that."

Edward smiled and slowly morphed a

little more. He tilted his head back as far as the seat would allow him and

answered her call. All the way up front in the cockpit the pilots felt the vibration,

but wisely withheld going back to check on their passengers. Their orders didn't

extend that far and they were glad of it.

She became as much of a blur as the

friction holding them together allowed. Her body flailed, largely stuck in one

spot while the rest of it frantically tried to move. She grabbed his shoulders

and pulled herself up, and then back down, moving just slightly. His knot

blocked up the hole something fierce.

She was soon acting more like she

was struggling to get off than actually enjoying herself. Either way, it was having

a profound effect on him. His hands managed to grip the armrests as he felt his

balls clench up and the fluid rise. His neck tightened up as he suppressed a

howl. Then all hell broke loose.

He came forth like a river. His

body, having been prepped with the initiation into the mating cycle, was now

still producing copious amounts of sperm, as well as the fluid necessary to conduct

it to its end destination. Her body had no room for it. She screamed as the

pressure built up inside.

There was nothing he could do. But

as her concentration was snapped, he found he could move. He tried with all his

might to staunch the flow, but it was too late. He willed his cock to shrink,

and only reluctantly did it follow his command. As the knot lost pressure,

fluid sprayed out and coated him, the seat, the floor, the walls, the window...

Yeah, you get the picture. She

shuddered once more and passed out in his arms. His cock was still pumping in

time with his heart, which by the way was racing along quite nicely. He felt

bad for the airline crew that was going to have to clean this up. Some things

were better done in the forest, not at twenty thousand feet in the air.