Chapter 9: Confrontations in Wolf's Black Forest Hamlet

It hadn't been easy. In fact it was the hardest thing she'd ever done. Gretchen desperately needed to mate with Wolf. Her body and soul demanded it of her. But necessity delayed it. Again.

At least she could watch the mating of her two lovers. Sitting on the wooden chair beside the bed, her pants and panties surrounding one foot pooled on the floor, she stroked her pussy, rubbed her clit, a hand slipped through her opened shirt teasing her nipple. Wolf insisted she masturbate while they mated. He explained that her pheromones triggered fecundity in both his sperm and Nina's egg. And watching them go at each other ferociously made it easy to cum. In fact she came twice before Nina passed out in pure ecstasy when Wolf penetrated her neck with his fangs and tasted her sweet blood and sent his enzymes into her blood to mix with hers. Passing out caused Nina's own fangs to retract from Wolf's neck.

"How could you not cum?' asked Gretchen breathlessly, watching his gorgeous cock withdraw from Nina's pleasure soaked grotto, shiny with the beautiful woman's nectar.

Equally breathless, Wolf explained, "She's not ready yet. The gods cause the delay until she is ready, making my sperm all that more abundant."

Unable to resist, Gretchen rose and kissed Wolf's fangs, her hand grasping his sticky cock.

"Gretchen!" Wolf moaned.

"I can't help it," Gretchen told him. "I have to taste." She lowered her head until her mouth met his glans. Her tongue stroked it, tasting Nina and feeling the power of his desire.

"It's good," he moaned. "You don't have to watch me penetrate her womb."

"But I want to watch," she said before pressing her lips around the ridge of his cock. Peripherally she saw his fangs penetrate Nina's taut abdomen, the points finer than pins. Like when his fangs slid into Nina's neck, she saw a subtle throbbing at his upper lip and snout that showed the pumping in of enzymes. It didn't frighten her or disgust her. It fascinated her. And she knew from the pleasure both Wolf and Nina experienced when fangs penetrated necks that no pain came from these penetrations. In fact the opposite. And the holes healed miraculously in seconds.

Bloody fangs withdrew and contracted. "For you, you'll sleep for an hour or so," Wolf explained while moving up the bed until his cock rested at Nina's hot entrance. Nina awakened, smiling blissfully. Both Wolf and Gretchen returned the smile in kind. Nina reached down to guide Wolf back inside, but Gretchen playfully batted the long lean fingers away and did the guiding. Wolf continued within a groan as his cock sank back inside. "She's were already so we fuck immediately."

"You mean make love," said Gretchen, returning to her seat and her pussy.

"He means make pups," Nina chucked within her pleasured sigh. "Oh fuck!"

Long legs wrapped around her lover, they squeezed and released him as he began long strokes inside her. His mouth nibbled at her nipples. Her fingers held his powerful buttocks. A middle finger pushed inside his anus.

"Fuck," exclaimed Wolf, quickening his thrusts. He returned to her nipples, biting them.

"Gretchen! My clit!" screamed Nina. Gretchen didn't even feel the hard floor beneath her knees as she toppled beside the bed and slid her hand between her two lovers' torsos and strummed Nina's extra large bundle. Her other hand kept busy with her own clit. "Yes!" Nina shouted and repeated in the rhythm of the fuck. "Gods Yes," she added.

They howled as they went stiff, groins pressed together mightily, orgasms exactly coinciding. Gretchen hadn't reached her third but felt the incredible thrill of their exaltations.

Seconds later, about to relax after the supreme orgasm, both Nina and Wolf stiffened again and began to transform. "They're here, Gretchen," growled Wolf before his anatomy made him unable to speak words.

Gretchen pulled on her pants and grabbed the pistol Wolf provided her. "Point and shoot," she whispered to herself, echoing Wolf's earlier instructions. She hoped she wouldn't need to.

"Gretchen!" she heard yelled from the entrance to the cabin.

"Karl, you fucking idiot," she thought and closed the door, the growls behind her making her shiver. Two sets of feral eyes stared at her, the wolves seeming ready to pounce on her and rip her to shreds. They didn't. They smelled a future mate.

"Gretchen, we need to talk," Karl shouted, entering into the cabin and descending the stairs accompanied by Esther and Maria.

Growls and howls and screams and shots and seconds later it was over. Gretchen waited a few more seconds to be sure before opening the door and letting her mates escape and frolic in the forest.

As she twisted the handle she heard a tremulous, "Wolf?" Attempting to take a peak through a barely opened door, her mates launched themselves against it, sending it wide.

In the large room, Maria stood petrified, her right wrist bleeding, her pistol at her feet. Two wolves kept eyes on her carefully as they feasted on the eviscerated corpses of Karl and Esther. One wolf had deep black fur while the other had pale yellow, both about the same size.

"Oh my god," muttered Karen. "Karl and Esther! What have we done?" She stood in the doorway of a bedroom beside Joseph who pulled her head against his chest to end her sight of the bloody mess.

"The Colonel wrought this," grumbled Gretchen staring both quizzically and jealously at Maria. Nina growled at the blonde beauty and readied to pounce on her. Wolf tackled his lover and growled threats, then came to Maria and licked her wrist.

"Wolf?" Maria whispered, trembling. The silver gray fur and his size compared to other wolves suggested his presence as a transformed creature.

"You love him, don't you?" asked Gretchen. Maria sadly and shakily nodded, her hand stroking Wolf's fur.

"Fucking hell," said Gretchen. "I guess he loves you, too. But your father planned to kill us."

"He ... What are you talking about? The Colonel? He's not..."

"Whatever. You were going to kill us, weren't you?"

"I ... I couldn't kill Wolf. The Colonel would get what he wanted and..."

"Me though. He'd kill me."

"He promised he wouldn't. Just ... I don't know ... information. About your parents. He wanted to threaten Wolf so you would confess."

"Except he knew about the weres and he told you."

"I thought him mad."

"You're right about that."

"But ... they exist!"

"Obviously, but he's still a complete madman."

"Yes. I wouldn't have let him destroy Wolf. I would have killed him first."

"And me? Your rival?"

Wolf growled. Maria plopped into a seat at the table, her hand covering her face as she sobbed not even noticing her wrist had stopped bleeding and had already scabbed over. "I'm sorry."

"He would have killed us both, Maria. Both of us. Your true love and me. He wanted his essence and extracting it would have killed Wolf. And me? Same thing. He needed the gland that makes them transform, and mine would have been exactly the one which would have cured him of his pain. It's all he cared about, the selfish bastard. That and getting revenge on the creature that caused the pain, Wolf. There's no way in hell he'd have let either of us live. And you know that."

"I ... planned to kill the madman and have these two poor souls take the blame," Maria sobbed.

"You're just as bad as him," Gretchen mumbled. "Like father like daughter."

"He's not my father!"

A howling wolf sounded so sorrowful it tore at everyone's heart. "I'll show you," said Gretchen. "Come. Let's see what happened."

The wolves followed the humans up the stairs and outside. Surrounding the entrance two women in lab coats had been eviscerated, vials near them still uncorked and four wolves with bloody jowls stood over them looking at the wolf howling balefully over a naked man with a bullet pierced chest. Other wolves standing over carcasses of dead Stasi agents stared at the wolf bitch as well. Their eyes followed the humans threateningly, but the wolf mates guarded them. The man killed by a silver bullet, Gretchen realized, was the earlier challenger for alpha status, Jack. His mournful mate glanced threateningly at Gretchen, but Wolf stood between them.

Beside the door of the tour bus a golden furred wolf stood over the Colonel lying on his back, a paw keeping him down. Both of the Colonel's wrists bled; the crop and a pistol resting in the snow nearby telling why.

Joseph hurried to the Colonel, pulling out a syringe and injecting its contents into the Colonel's neck.

"Motherfuckers," yelled the Colonel before the effects of the contents softened his aggression.

"What did he give him?' asked Maria.

"Phenobarbital," Gretchen explained. "We'll see if he's up for confessing."

Joseph draped the old skinny man over his shoulder and walked towards the sausage factory. The other humans followed guarded by their mates until they passed through the factory and down the stairs and into the glass and metal safe room which Karen quickly shut behind her, waving and kissing at the black wolf who bowed. The wolves darted away.

Carefully lowering the Colonel onto a chair, Joseph quickly gathered up a video camera and began taping.

"Colonel Ralph Foxx of the Stasi, am I correct. That's your name?" asked Gretchen.

"Of course," said the Colonel blurrily but with arrogance.

"And who am I?"

"You're the bitch, Gretchen Mueller."

"Bitch, hunh. Speaking of bitches, I heard you have a thing for wolves."

"Werewolves," the Colonel mumbled.

"What's that Colonel? Did you say werewolves?"

"Of course. You're one."

"Do I look like a werewolf?"

"Of course not."

"And my friends? Are they werewolves?"

"Wolf," spouted the Colonel.

"Wolf? We look like wolves or are you barking?"

"Wolfgang. He's a werewolf and your mate."

"So now you accuse me of bestiality?"

"Not if you're ... the same kind."

"I do have a boyfriend named Wolfgang. Isn't he under your command?"

"He was. He's gone rogue."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know. It's a full moon."

"What's that got to do with anything?"