Part 4

Lucien felt the hair on the back of his neck tingle, sensing another's nearness. Impossible, he thought, for this was a reception at the American embassy for some sort of movie star. Yet his instincts had never failed him, there was someone else with the gift here, close, probably sensing him in the same way. He felt the reflexive response in his groin, where the fur always started to grow first, as his cock began to stiffen. Could it be?

He was scanning the crowd, concentrating on trying to identify the source of his excitement, when the spell was broken by whispered words in his ear. "Lucien, darling, can you stay? Tonight? It's been two days." He turned and smiled at the lovely brunette, Associate Chief of Staff for the Embassy, smiling.

"Ah Ellen, you know how difficult it is for me, so I can't be sure. Still, this is a lovely party. What exactly is the occasion?" As the woman caressed his arm, breathily talking about two stars of a movie which had just finished filming outside Warsaw, he could smell her arousal. Lucien took it for granted, his powerful maleness had always made finding members of his harem easy. He needed at least three orgasms a night, and it was rare that a single person could provide him his pleasure for long. So he liked to have several available, waiting for his convenience.

He began concentrating on the scents, searching for the telltale feral mixture of human and wolf that gave them away to animals, though humans could never tell. Though he had always thought women seemed to react to his odor, and the research about pherones he had been reading was quite suggestive about that, it was never a conscious awareness. His stimulated body was doing it now, overpowering his cologne, and he felt Ellen begin to push against him suggestively, her breathing faster, her svelte body rubbing against his hip. He began wondering if he should take her upstairs.

Just then, the Deputy Ambassador came up and whined "Good Evening, Count Blenik. Ellen, they want to do the introduction of the guests of honor, can you be sure the Ambassador has their bios?" As he watched the trim brunette's hips undulate away, he sighed and whispered "How do you do it, Count? Every man in the embassy wants that woman, yet she only has eyes for you. Say, have you met the american female yet? Lisa Brooks is her name, gorgeous, you might have seen her picture in Playboy. She's an olympic medalist, you know." When Lucien shrugged, he chuckled "No, I suppose you old world gentlemen don't go in for that sort of reading, do you? Ah, there she is, the tall blonde."

Lucien heard only "Ladies and Gentlemem..." and then the room seemed to narrow into a conduit for he and the tall, incredibly sexy looking woman who had scanned the room until their eyes met. He could not hide the avid desire that immediately flared in his face, and she had something of the same look, yet combined with shock. Standing beside the Ambassador, he saw the slight thickening of her eyebrows, and her hands flex as the nails threatened to grow. Suddenly, her scent reached him, strong, vital, full of life. He had met only one other woman with the gift, years before, and they had not gotten along well, though their brief sexual tryst had been magnificent.

He could see her struggling with herself, and knew he had to break the spell, for she seemed almost out of control. Must be young, and new to the life, he thought, as he hurried to one of the doors leading outside to the moonlit patio, took a quick look back to be certain she had seen him, and went out to stand at the railing, gazing out over the lights of the city. He took several deep breaths, calming slowly, as the now muffled voice from inside finished "... And his co-star, the lovely Lisa Brooks." A smattering of polite applause followed.

A male voice began a pedantic thank you, "On behalf of our Director, Jonathon Weil, the rest of the..." Then there was a whispered aside, and he finished "Umm, staff, including Lisa, who apologizes but feels the need for some air. The idea for this movie originated..." But his voice became irrelevant as he felt her come though the doors, felt her presence, and heard a sharp intake of air.

"Who... who are you?" Her voice had the low frequency hint of a growl he recognized from his own, and she radiated sexual predation, desire, and need. He turned and whispered "You know, my dear. At least you know what I am. I am somewhat surprised, I thought our kind non-existent in America." As he faced her, she was slowly, tantalizingly, moving toward him, licking her lips. The slight breeze moved a thick strand of her hair over her face, and she shook it away with an impatient, fierce twist of her head. Her hips swayed with wanton undulations under the tight fitting dress.

She whispered throatily "I thought only women had the gift. There are two others, one my mother, we live in Arizona. I felt you... across the room..." She was close to him, now, and they both growled urgently as she stepped into his arms, their mouths clamping together, bodies surging frantically. Their arms were wrapped around each other in powerful, vicelike grips, sharp talons gripping and pinching, as their tongues frantically fought, rasping, in and out, wildly penetrating. Lucien felt her pubic bone writhing frantically against his stiffened, growing cock, the hair on the back of his head now lengthening. He felt the moon, and the night, infusing him with desire. He heard her growling, really a half groan, and felt one of her hands begin to fumble with the belt at his waist.

It took all his willpower to grip her shoulders and push her back to arms length, where he could see the lowered hairline, the fierce wildness in her face, the bushy eyebrows, the protruding cheekbones of her canine side throbbing in her being. He knew his own normally handsome face would be altering in the same way, as their true natures responded to the instant attraction of their subliminal wanting. "Not here, little one. Not like this, hurried, frantic. It is so rare, to mate with our own kind, and it will be so rough, so ecstatic. Can you get away? My home is not far, and it offers us the place we need."

She stared at him, her breasts heaving as he held her, her arms reaching for his shoulders. He could see her struggling with her surging passion, and saw surprise as his strength matched her efforts to push toward him again. It took a full minute as she stared and struggled, then the lovely face returned slowly to it's human form, though still flushed. "Of... of course. I'll go and tell them. I'll be downstairs in a couple of minutes. Hurry." He admired her lithe form as she turned and walked quickly into the ballroom, automatically reaching down to adjust his cock so it's turgid strength wouldn't show.

He took no time for goodbyes, and waved to Ellen as he hurried down the wide staircase to the ornate, huge double doors standing open for the occasion. His signal to the doorman gave rise to a squealing whistle that jolted his heightened senses, as the man firmly announced "Count Blenik's Ferrari, imbecile" to a young man at the foot of the drive. Even as the car came to a stop at the foot of the cement stairs, he heard the stacotto click of her heels approaching. Without looking at her, he jumped into the driver's seat as the Doorman held the passenger side door open for Lisa, and he felt a wild wave of lust when he saw the wet stain on her pastel panties under her hiked up skirt as she wiggled into the small seat. The fever in his mind made him pull away in an urgent screech of the tires.

She was on him quickly as they wheeled out into the broad avenue and accelerated toward the outskirts, while her hand unzipped his fly and she pulled his cock out. She tried to sink her head toward it, even as his right arm circled her shoulders and pulled first one, then the other of her full tits out of her dress. She chuckled as he started to take his arm away to shift gears, and breathed "I'll do it, darling." Her right arm shifted as soon as he hit the clutch, into fourth gear, and the fast car was up to ninety as they pawed at each other. Thank god it's late, he thought, as they sped bumpily down the cobbled road.

He tried to twist his hips so she could get to his throbbing prick, but she had to content herself with jacking firmly at it, as his hand squeezed and pinched at the nipples standing taut from the pillows of delectable flesh bouncing as he caressed them. Suddenly, she pulled away, and he could see her wiggling out of the panties. The center armrest inside the tight space made their movements clumsy and spastic, as she returned to pulling on his cock, hiking up her dress and beginning to rub the slit of her pussy with her free hand. Her quiet growling was like a sexual music in his ears. As he turned down the side street toward his townhouse, with the wooded garden at the rear, the moon shown bright in their faces, as she gazed at him, the canine look again growing in her model's expression.

He actually made a four wheel slide into the parking garage whose door yawned open, coming to a loud stop at an angle, while she chuckled both at his skill with the turn, and the noise they were making. They both jumped out of the car, and he choked "This way" as he ran, with the hunched forward, loping stride he was forced to when the gift was on him, down the narrow walkway into the back yard. They were both ripping off their clothes, but she was naked before he was, and she knelt to help him with his pants. The moment it sprang free, she slid his cock into her mouth, sighing rhapsodically, sinking it deep into her throat.

He grabbed her hair, pulled her away, and fell on her, pushing her to the damp, soft grass. Her legs splayed apart, as his mouth captured hers, and they both reached for his surging member. She found it and held it at her cunt, and they both grunted wildly as, straining together, he plunged nearly a foot into her body, taking over her soul, feeling her wrap him inside her, wet and welcoming, even as her legs draped firmly around his back. He was dimly conscious, through a haze of lust, that her skin had become furry, as had his, and he felt her draw blood where her paws were ripping at his back. He nipped at her lip, and tasted her blood, even as she sucked his from a talon of her finger.

Their eyes joined briefly, wide smiles combined with angry hunger, and then he began to fuck with a vigor new to both, pistoning smoothly yet urgently, faster and faster, as her hips met each deep stroke of his loins. He felt a freedom to be as rough as he wanted, knowing he could not damage her, knowing she welcomed his brutality, and his hips worked with a speed and power no human woman could endure. Their mutual desire exploded like a hurricane of pleasure, for even as he mindlessly strove toward his own satisfaction, he sensed her boiling fulfillment cresting. His cock began to spew, orgasmic wonder filling his being as her hips writhed in wild answer to him. At the same time, and without any signal, their voices howled shrilly into the night.

His cock never softened, even as the rapture eased, their panting echoing in the small glade with several old oaks interspersed with flower beds. He could smell her, the rich pussy musk, her animal sweat, a hint of an expensive perfume. The other woman had been far more mature, more experienced and selfish, another member of european old royalty, and their egos had clashed. He felt the vitality of this young one, along with a willingness to learn, to experience, an openness that was like a fresh breeze in his life. He twisted to his back, keeping her impaled on his throbbing prick, watching her lithe movements which helped him settle her there, so he could gaze at her fantastic body as it moved rather spastically atop his hips.

He found her an incredibly erotic picture, fangs protruding from full, curling lips, her mane of golden hair wild around her head, half wolf, half woman, while she preened her tits at him. He felt her grab his hand and drag the claws across her chest, opening a large gash oozing blood, and sighed as she lowered herself so he could drink. He took her offering with selfish greed, the tart taste an aphrodisiac of wonderful power. His hips began to hump into her again, and when she felt it, she raised up and bared her sharp teeth, her eyebrows raised in an implied question. When he nodded, her head plunged to his right breast, and he felt the tearing as she opened twin puncture wounds, and sucked his vitality into her. There was an unfamiliar, yet incredibly sensual pleasure in the exchange.

She arched backwards as their hips began to fuck urgently, yet now with a patience that spurred their reactions slowly yet urgently upwards, the full, stimulating contact of their groins dominating their minds. Her hips were rotating even while they pistoned his cock inside her, while a drop of blood dripped down over her nipple. He reached up to scoop it into his mouth, noticing her formerly bare armpits begin to sprout a soft yellow hair. His kinky pubic hair was thickening and extending upwards in a thick band toward his chest. He willed the change to stop, holding in this mixed breed so uniquely perfect for their frantic, explosive coupling. Their movements were quickly becoming wild again, battering at each other, growling in animal lust.

After ten minutes of rising passion, she fell atop him as their second cum approached. Human women often thought they could match his ardor, but by this time were usually approaching exhaustion. This one, of course, seemed to be thriving on the energetic, draining vitality of their wanton fucking, the power of their approaching orgasm building and building. They were both growling feverishly, in a rhythm that matched their groins writhing, while their tongues licked at the faces wet with desire and sweat. It was the best kind of sex, thought Lucien, primitive, selfish, yet mutually fulfilling.

Their completion matured yet again, in a vibrating peaking of ecstacy, as both groaned into the other's mouth. He thought the smell of their animal skins a stimulant, filling his nostrils as the cum ricocheted from his groin into his whole body. He was shooting up into her womb, as he felt her pussy contracting in response, and wondered in his euhoria if he could ever again enjoy a human woman with this experience haunting his thoughts. The finishing went on and on, five, ten minutes of careening joy, as they experienced their unique ability to please themselves.

Lisa found herself drifting in a sea of pleasure, his handsome face now snarling in its wolflike glare, his hips still moving, that wonderful huge cock still filling her twat. She didn't even know his name, yet they had a bond now she could never give up. Her mind drifted over that initial awareness of another she had felt at the otherwise boring party, her eyes finally meeting his, the instant urgency she had felt for him. A male. A fierce, powerful, thriving male as driven sexually as she was. She began to settle down, nestling to his furry chest, a sense of belonging here with him overpowering. Finally, she realized she didn't even know his name, and asked "Who are you."

He chuckled, and in a rough, low pitched voice, quavering slightly, answered "Count Lucien Blenik, madam, at your service." She pulled her head up and chuckled as they stared at each other. She whispered "Shall we change, dear beast? That should also be unique, marvelous." She felt his strong arms roll them to their sides, as he licked gently at her face.

"Not quite yet, little one. We should bathe, sup, and find out a bit of each other. Our natures will keep us together, and our joy need not weaken. But the real world still surrounds us. Come." She felt his cock slide from her, as he rose and lifted her up. They both were slowly returning to human form. He led her onto a porch, and through a set of glass doors into a large dark living room, filled with antique furniture, then up a set of stairs to a huge bathroom with a large tile bathtub. He opened the taps and began to run water, then offered her a brandy from a small cabinet.

He was a magnificent man, she thought, as she leered happily at his firm, muscled body, hairy even at rest, the huge cock hanging now, his eyes locked to hers as the mature, slavic face showed a smiling greed for her. She felt her pussy tingling just with his stare. Ahh, there is so much to learn, her mind cried, yet desire seemed to override her questions. She choked "How long... have you had... have you been... ?"

He answered "Sixty years, little one. You are new to it, are you not? I sense your struggles with the animal impulses. Of course, it is rare, two of us, here, but a wonderful surprise. Your mother, eh? She gave you the gift? I was born with it. Should we have a litter, they will be too. You are heavenly looking. What is this about the Olympics?"

They lolled together in the cool water of the tub, sipping the brandy, talking. Lisa thought even her mother would be surprised at the idea of children born with the gift. She wondered if Lycea knew of such a thing. Yet over their words hung a red haze of lust, as though they could not be near each other without wanting to couple madly. The cool water reminded her of the stream at home, jets caressing her body, a kind of wavering tingling as the change kept pushing at her. She idly gripped his prick beneath the water, and he would lean over to kiss her softly when something she said pleased him. They seemed both to take their instant mating for granted, as well as a confidence in going further into a wild relationoship that would surprise them both. Finally, she breathed "I am not hungry, Lucien."

He chuckled as he pulled her from the water, and they hurried back outside. The moon was now bright, hanging over them, filtering through the leaves of one of the trees. His arms circled her waist, as she felt his cock nestling between the twin moons of her ass, and he pushed her to the verdant, cool grass. She gasped "Darling, darling, let's change, do it that way..."

She heard his already raspy voice chuckle "Yes, little one, while we are locked together. You will see..." His words faded into a gruff, rhythmic murmur, as she felt him enter her from the rear, even as sharp claws gripped her flanks. The change seemed to flow into her urgently, the familiar, yet frantically fulfilling sense of becoming her true self, her legs shortening, the long, light tan hair sprouting all over her body, her tail pushing quickly out. The smells and sound of the night became a suddenly intimate presence, and she felt his fangs fasten to her shoulder, just as it became the hard muscled tendon of her lycantropic other.

The tool inside her grew longer, thinner, yet her cunt squeezed it, while his driving strokes took on the whirling speed of Lupe and Lobo. Yet Lucien was larger than either, and seemed stronger there on her back, as she let him fuck her, responding with undulating squeezes of her twat. Somewhere far off, in her mind or a remembered image, a wolfen howl sounded, music to her surging passion, even as she felt her cunt stretched by the insertion of his cock knot, and the beginning of the flood of his animal spunk into her welcoming body. They both joined the wail of their beastial passion.

Epilogue

Lisa watched, smiling, as her two children, a male and female, romped with Lobo. They were only a little over a year, yet had grown amazingly fast, their pale skins showing bits of fur as they tried to catch the romping wolf. As always seemed to happen, her milk laden breasts tingled at the sight of the two as they wavered between, the change uncontrolled, sometimes on shortened legs, sometimes on two feet, hair popping up then withdrawing. The meadow sounded with their little cries, occasional growls, and grunting effort to catch Lobo.

They finally succeeded, the male wrestling the wolf's flanks to the ground, as the female wrapped her arms around the powerful neck. Their wails of delight drew a chuckle from the nude blonde, as Lobo's tongue reached out to lick the girl, whose light, almost white hair was matted with sweat. They lay there for minutes, breathing hard, the game they loved to play over, their bodies slowly becoming the soft, smooth human skin that Lisa loved to touch. Then she saw a stream of urine issuing from the girls butt, and quickly growled a remonstration, calling her away. The embarassed child hung her head, then ran athletically toward the nearby forest, where she could relieve herself as she had been taught.

Lobo's head raised, as he stared at the retreating waif, growling "Not too hard, Pale Harlot. She cannot help it." Lisa chuckled at the naivete of the wolves, who thought the children could live forever in their wild state. No, they would need school, careful training, the efforts of both she and Merry, to eventually live in both worlds. But the boy now approached her, licking his lips. He pushed her backwards, then lay on top of her, his lips fastening to her nipple. Just like a man, thought Lisa, just take what he wants. But she smiled with the lovely, erotic pleasure she felt from his sucking. Merry kept saying she should soon stop nursing them, but Lisa saw no reason to hurry. Her tits would still stay firm, she knew, no matter how long she fed them.

She felt his little cock stiffening against her tummy. They both seemed to derive sexual enjoyment from their suckling, even as she did. She had a feeling it would be impossible to wait as long as her father and mother had to let them become her lovers. Lisa shivered with anticipation, and arched gently up to the handsome child.