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Chapter 2

There was Elise, still in her werewolf form, walking by her lonesome among the trees at night, somewhere in Howling Grove. Step by step, her strong canine feet effortlessly took her across the rough, uneven pathway. Navigating that otherwise difficult terrain had quickly become second nature to her; all thanks to the resilience, heightened senses and increased agility of a lycca's body.

Indeed, ever since the day she had accepted her mate's Offering of the Fangs, Elise had only rarely changed back into her comparatively much weaker human form. She very much preferred spending most of her time as either a lycca-werewolf or a full-feral wolf. The sense of freedom those forms provided her with was far beyond anything she had known before.

'This is it. This is where I belong -- where I had always belonged,' she thought to herself as she arrived to a small grotto hidden among the trees, at a side of a gentle creek. That, of course, was the place Fang called his den. Somehow, even though it was a certain distance away from the relative hustle and bustle of the central clearing, it still lay within the mysterious boundaries of Howling Grove. How exactly those boundaries worked, Elise wasn't sure. The ancient magic protecting that place was complicated.

But she wasn't thinking about such things at that time. No, she was thinking about how beautiful the full moon looked on that night. 'Mother Moon, they call it,' she remembered, reminiscing about the time when Fang had saved her from Mordrick. She vividly remembered how the crazed man had discharged his blunderbuss against the noble lycca, gravely injuring him. The poor girl had never seen so much blood before. However, when all hope seemed lost, the moon appeared to shine its ethereal silver light on the fallen werewolf, closing his wounds and bringing him back to full health.

Shaking her head, Elise dispelled those unpleasant memories at once. There was no need to ruin such a beautiful night with ghosts of the past. After all, both her and Fang were alive and well, and Mordrick couldn't hurt either of them anymore -- or anyone else for that matter.

Instead, she remembered the first time she saw the moon in Howling Grove. It had only been a few days prior, on her first night there. She was lying face-up on the grass, in the company of Marjorie and Anabelle. All three of them were in their bipedal form.

"Ah, this is the life. Just us, lying on the grass without a care in the world," said the bigger she-werewolf, extending a gray furred arm toward the night sky as though she was trying to reach the moon. "Girl, I tell you; I wouldn't trade any part of this for all the gold in the world."

"Not even for a bed?" asked Elise, chuckling.

"Eh, who needs a bed when you have a nice, furry werewolf boy to cuddle with, right?"

"Hahahah, I can't argue with that!" laughed the brownish lycca girl. "Though now I kind of wish Fang was here."

"So you could use his huge, studly slabs of pectoral muscle as pillows, right?" said Marjorie with a wink. "Don't worry, girl. The boys will be back from hunting soon. Speaking of, I hope they bring a pig or two. I feel like having pork tonight."

For a few moments, the three female werewolves lay there in companionable silence, gazing at the full moon above.

"That's strange..." eventually said Elise, causing the other two to flick their canine ears. "I don't know if it's just me, or the moon looks bigger than usual."

"Ah, you noticed?" responded Marjorie, crossing her arms behind her head. "It isn't just you. The moon is actually bigger here. Why? Nobody knows! It's just one more of the many mysteries of Howling Grove."

"Huh. I wonder if it has something to do with the magic that protects this place."

"Maybe. But that's not all. In case you haven't noticed yet, the moon is always full here!"

"Oh, wow, really?"

Both Marjorie and Anabelle nodded earnestly for a response.

"Makes you think that there's some sort of connection between werewolves and the full moon, doesn't it?" added the former. "Maybe there's some truth to that 'Mother Moon' myth they believe in. Ah, who knows? Certainly not me, but that's okay. So long as I have my furry little fluffball, it's all fine."

"...your little fluffball?"

"Oh, that's how I like to call my soma-bonded lycca-mate. Well, I actually named him Fleetpaw, but that's more for the other lycca to use. To me, and only to me, he will always be my cute little fluffball! I mean, how could I not call him that, when he's the most adorable thing ever? Remind me to introduce him to you some time, yes?"

Elise smiled as she reminisced about that earlier conversation. Marjorie and Anabelle had always been so friendly with her, from the very moment they first met. Now, Rose... Well, she hadn't been there with them at that time because Elise hadn't met her yet. That wouldn't happen until the next day. And then, shortly after that, the training would begin.

The werewolf girl sighed heavily, wondering if she could ever become as strong and skilled as the black-coated huntress was. Perhaps she would in a year or two, after accruing enough experience... but there seemed to be a deadline in place, and it was much, much shorter than that.

Still standing by her lonesome before the entrance to Fang's den, Elise raised her gaze to the full moon above once more, dedicating a silent prayer to it.

'Oh, Moon... If your power is true, please protect the bond that binds Fang's soma and mine together. No matter what happens, please guard our memories and keep our link from being severed, and with it, our love. Please...'

~*~

A pair of strong, muscular arms gently wrapped themselves around Elise's waist from behind.

"Hello, my Elise-vanni," quietly spoke a familiar voice next to her ear.

"Nuh-uh-uh," she said, smiling. "Remember what we talked about yesterday."

"Oh. Y-yes, I am sorry. Please accept my apologies... Elise," said the large male werewolf holding her from behind. "It is just that, uh... Well, not appending '-vanni' to the name of a vanni goes contrary to all I have been taught. It is... not proper."

"Well, I'm only asking you to drop the '-vanni' from my name. You can still be 'proper' to everyone else, if you want. But for me..." she paused, "...I'd much prefer if we could just treat each other as equals. Especially when we are alone, like right now."

"I understand... Elise."

"See? Isn't it much better when you can call me just that? Don't you feel like it brings us that much closer to one another?"

"It... does," Fang admitted. "It feels wrong, but... it does."

"You know what also feels wrong? Being in your arms and still not having your devilish tongue inside my mouth."

"Oh, I could easily correct that," he said, gently turning her around.

"Do it, then. My mouth is all yours," she cooed, tracing the soft contour of his black canine lips with her index finger.

And then, of course, the inevitable happened. The two lovers surrendered themselves to the base impulses that demanded their lips to meet in the time-honored lyccan tradition of tongue-bonding, as they often did.

Carefully cradling her head with his clawed hands, Fang opened his beastly mouth and leaned into Elises's waiting lips. Soon, their canine jaws locked into one another's like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Elise's entire body gave a nice little jolt, and even her tail went rigid for a few moments as she felt Fang's tongue penetrating her submissive mouth.

Elise's eyes rolled up behind her half-closed lids. In an instant, her world had been reduced to the overpowering feeling of Fang's mighty lupine tongue conquering the entirety of her mouth. The wet, muscular organ asserted its dominance with ease, exploring the inside of her cheeks, the soft ridges of her palate, the canine features of her teeth and, of course, her very own tongue; as though it was claiming ownership of it all. Which it was.

For a moment, Fang pulled back, giving the poor girl some respite. Short-lived it was, though; as he soon dove right back in, locking jaws with her even more vigorously than before. Oh, how mightily his long, broad tongue snaked inside her mouth. How expertly he dominated her through the intense passion of his oral assault, and how thoroughly he took her breath away. Such an impressive display of raw masculine power! And that was only just his tongue!

Finally, once he was satisfied, Fang withdrew from Elise's mouth. In his arms now lay a very limp she-werewolf. Panting heavily, the latter wrapped her arms around her mate's furred torso, and rested her head against his broad pectoral muscles, passively breathing in the manly warmth of his comforting scent.

"I... missed you... Fang," she said in a labored whisper.

"And I, you, Elise," he quietly said in return, tenderly caressing her furry cheek.

~*~

Fang's den.

It wasn't much more than a small rocky cove in the forest, but it served its purpose just fine. It had enough headroom to fit the two werewolves on their feet, and a rudimentary bedding that consisted of a soft pile of hay covered in sheets. They didn't really need anything more sophisticated than that.

Inside the den, Fang sat on a boulder while Elise lit a small oil lamp.

"So, how was your day?" she asked as the tiny tongue of flame sprung to life within its glassy container.

"Not as exciting as yours, I would presume. It was simply another boring day of patrolling the borders of the forest and performing sentry duties."

"You never told me you were a sentry," she observed, turning to him.

"That is because every able-bodied male is. What happens is that, every morning, a pack of five is assembled to perform those duties. We simply rotate, and today it was my turn."

"Ah, I see. That makes sense... And how often do you have to go out on patrol?"

"About once every eight days, same as it is for everyone else who is in the rotation as well. As for the other seven-or-so days, I am free. So you need not to worry, Elise. You will not easily rid yourself of me," he joked.

"I would certainly hope so," she said, smiling halfheartedly. Fang, of course, noticed it.

"You are still worried about the test," he said in a more serious tone.

"How could I not be? If I fail that test, I... I could lose you..."

A shadow of worry was cast on her lupine face.

"Elise..." sighed Fang, politely extending an upturned palm toward her in a subtle beckoning gesture. "Come. Sit with me."

The female grayish-brown werewolf did not take long to accept his invitation. Silently, she walked up to her soma-bonded lycca mate and sat down on his furred lap. Fang then threw his arms around her waist once more, holding her slightly smaller form in a loving embrace.

"You are a wonderful woman, and an even more wonderful lycca-vanni," he warmly spoke to her. "Trust me when I say that I see no possible way you could fail the Grand Alpha's test, even if you tried to."

"How can you be so sure of that, if not even you know how his test works or what it's about?"

"Because the core trait of a true vanni is a pure heart, and yours might be the purest I have ever seen. That is why, no matter what challenges the Grand Alpha might put in front of you, I know you will conquer them all by the sheer strength of your heart alone."

"But, Fang... I had taken a life, remember? My hands are no longer pure, as they are stained with Mordrick's blood," she lamented, lowering her gaze. "How could my heart remain pure when my hands aren't anymore?"

Very gently, Fang took her right hand in his own, turned it up and tenderly licked her open palm with a soft stroke of his tongue. "You did it in self-defense, and to save my life, Elise," he said. "And even then, you did not do it with the intent to kill him, regardless of how much that monster deserved it. The purity of your heart, as far as I am concerned, remains very much intact."

"That's right: as far as _you_are concerned. We don't know what the Grand Alpha will think about it."

"It is said that the Grand Alpha rules Howling Grove under the divine guidance of Mother Moon herself," stated the big male werewolf, still caressing the hand of his vanni mate. "I have no doubt that our great celestial mother witnessed what happened on that night with her all-seeing silver eye. She knows that you put yourself at risk for me, and she saw how you shed tears of sorrow over my wounded body. If neither of those things earned you her favor yet, nothing will."

"Ah..." she sighed. "I hope they did, then. It would be nice to have a goddess on my side when the time comes for me to stand before the Grand Alpha. All the same, it'd be foolish of me to depend on just that. We humans have a saying: 'God doesn't help those who don't help themselves.' That means I can't just sit idly and hope for divine intervention to carry me through whatever test the Grand Alpha might put in front of me. No, I have to try and be the best wolf I can be before the day comes when he summons me. That's why I'm training so hard with Anabelle and the others, Fang."

"I understand. I see now how your wolf training gives you peace of mind, my princess. Just promise me you will not overexert yourself, please."

"I will, if you give me your support."

"You always had my support, my wonderful, wonderful vanni."

She smiled.

"Then it's a promise."

~*~

The little fire of the oil lamp still burned, casting a warm amber light over the figure of the two werewolf lovers inside their den.

Fang was still sitting on that medium-sized boulder, with Elise sitting comfortably on his lap. He was carefully massaging her furry shoulders, slowly but surely undoing any knots of tension that might have still remained in her muscles. Of course, just the feeling of Fang's broad hands working her shoulders with such care and devotion was enough to send her to nirvana.

"So, I have told you about my day. Would you tell me about yours?" he asked.

"Mmmnnh... Rose scolded me for not using my jaws enough..." she dreamily responded with her eyes closed, fully focused on those expert hands deftly kneading her shoulders.

"Ah, yes, I can imagine. Rose-vanni has always been a very strict instructor. She is the type who firmly believes that pain builds character."

"Nnnh...yeah..." she simply said, hardly concentrating on what he was saying.

"To be honest, it was quite a relief to see her taking a liking to you. She is one lycca-vanni you definitely want as a friend, never as an enemy."

"She isss... fun to be around when... when she isn't trying to kill me..."

Slowly, Elise's wolf fur began to recede.

"You make dangerous friends, my beloved Elise," he said, amused, "I heard that, despite her innocent looks, Anabelle-vanni can be quite deadly in combat. Perhaps even more so than Rose-vanni herself."

"She-- anhh... She's an angel... Though she does have... scary eyes when-- O-oooohhh..."

Her werewolf claws retracted; her tail shrunk and vanished...

"Well, as long as you always come back to me in one piece, I suppose it is fine," he said with a pleasant smile on his lips as he began to stroke her arms, which by that point were completely devoid of fur. Indeed, Elise's body was almost fully human now, except for her head, where the transformation progressed at a slightly slower rate. Still, her ears descended while becoming rounder, her muzzle shrunk, and so did her teeth; all while the remaining fur morphed into a lush head of black, straight hair.

Finally, the change was complete. On Fang's lap now sat a fair-skinned young woman of about twenty-one springs of age. In that form, Elise looked decidedly small and vulnerable in the arms of the huge, muscular werewolf holding her. The lupine werebeast easily doubled her in body mass, standing about three heads taller than her. Although, since she was sitting on his lap at that time, the difference in height wasn't as apparent as it would have otherwise been.

Oh, and she was completely, wholly, fully naked.

"Well, I would say you could not possibly be any more relaxed now, and yet my work here is far from done," said Fang as he pressed his nose onto the nape of her neck, breathing in the sweet, youthful fragrance of her hair. "Ah, you smell so good, Elise. So, so good..."

"F...Fang..."

The large clawed hands of the werewolf traveled back to her shoulders, only to then begin a slow glide down the girl's torso, paying particular attention to the delicate mounds on her front.

"Your skin is a thing of wonder, my love. It is so soft; so delectably smooth... One does not simply touch it. Such velvety perfection must be worshipped, would you not agree?" said he as his hands cupped her features, tenderly savoring the texture of her fair skin with slow circular motions, lightly pinching her sensitive flesh where it was most appropriate.

"Nghh..." was all she could utter in response, leaning back and into the thick fur around Fang's muscular neck. The big werewolf knew exactly how to touch her, and he was only getting started.

Soon, his hands resumed their downward path, slowly making their way down her stomach, gliding over her cute little navel. Elise couldn't suppress a little gasp. Her anticipation mounted as she felt his fingerpads drawing closer and closer to her most sacred place... until a last second swerve had Fang's traveling hands landing directly on the outer side of her thighs.

"Such shapely thighs you have, my cute, lovely angel. Truly, every part of you is a celestial work of art," he softly whispered into her ear. "I must confess: I still cannot believe I am allowed the privilege of touching such spellbinding beauty."

Gently he slid his skillful fingerpads along the length of her thighs, drinking in the feminine smoothness of her scrumptious young flesh. Slowly he moved his hands towards the inner side of either thigh, tracing his way back up, stopping only mere inches away from that one place he had so pointedly avoided before, just to do it all over again, and again, and again...

"Fang... p...please..." she begged.

"Please what?"

"Please, touch me... i-inside..." she tried again, desperately clutching his right arm as if her life depended on it; her face flush red. Elise's entire body was practically aflame. Quivering and drenched in sweat, it squirmed helplessly as she tried to bring Fang's hand closer to the epicenter of her heat to no avail, begging him for a release that he was keeping from her. Even when she tried to take matters into her own hands, the big werewolf quickly grabbed both of her wrists with his left hand, lifting them high in the air, well over her head. Truly, she was entirely at his mercy!

"Look at you, writhing so lewdly on my lap. Such sinful behavior is most unbecoming of a beautiful young lady such as yourself, Elise. I am sorry to say that this might call for some... proper punishment to be administered," quietly spoke the werewolf into her ear; his ominous voice sending a most delicious chill down her spine.

"Ah, but what a nice, slender neck you have, my princess. It is so tantalizingly bare, and so helplessly vulnerable... like that of prey in my clutches. Why, I would almost say that it begs for the caress of my teeth, as though it simply wanted me to devour you..."

Dangerously close did Fang's lupine mouth hover above Elise's unprotected neck. So close she could feel the hungry heat of his breath on her skin. A wet caress soon followed, as the tongue of the fearsome predator slid along the side of her neck with one long, slow stroke. And then, the large lycca surrendered to his most primal impulses. His mouth opened wide as he inevitably leaned in...

With a low, rumbling growl, his terrifying jaws closed around Elise's neck. A gasp escaped through the lips of the trapped girl as she felt the deadly set of large canine teeth pressed on her tender skin. Fang's beastly grip was unquestionably firm and dominating, but he only applied enough pressure to let her know that, at that particular moment, she belonged entirely to him; without actually hurting her.

So there was Elise, her arms held high in the air, immobilized by the werewolf whose mighty jaws were tightly pressed around her neck. Droplets of sweat rolled down her bare skin everywhere, tracing her quivering valleys and curves. And then, Fang's free hand fell on her rapidly heaving chest. Oh, how her heart raced! He then began a downward descent at a fairly brisk pace, once again passing over her delightfully little navel. Lower and lower his hand went, and then lower still...

Her entire body shook the moment Fang's right hand reached its long-neglected destination. And then again when he began to trace slow, lazy circles there with his fingers. None of his motions were performed without purpose, for he knew exactly how to work her towards an earth-shattering release. Dexterously he slid a finger into her sopping wet depths, and then another, eliciting a crescendo of gasps from the writhing girl -- music to his ears!

A few minutes of vigorous thrusting was all it took for her mind to be hit by tidal wave after tidal wave of pure, raw bliss. She moaned and screamed through her restrained throat as the electric jolts of her release radiated rhythmically throughout her whole body, causing her every muscle to spasm in unison, over and over. Then, once she had reached the plateau of her climax, Fang began to relent his carnal attack, slowing down until an eventual stop.

Elise's mind was blown sky-high, and now drifted weightlessly in an endless sea of bliss. For a few moments, she almost felt like she didn't exist within her own body. Her Fang was so good. So, so good...

Slowly, the werewolf withdrew his fingers from her, letting go of her wrists as well. Then, with the utmost care, he released her neck from the grip of his jaws. Only a faint bite mark was left behind, where his teeth had been. Elise simply lay limply against him, as though she would just melt at a moment's notice. Fang stroked her hair tenderly as he licked the slowly vanishing bite mark.

'Truly, vanni are beautiful creatures; and you, Elise -- my_Elise, are the most beautiful of them all. Thank you once more for choosing me as your soma-bonded lycca mate,'_ he thought to himself.

After basking in her afterglow for some moments more, Elise turned her half-lidded gaze toward the werewolf caressing her; a blissful little smile plastered on her face.

"I love you, Fang," she simply said.

"And I, you, Elise," he responded.

A dainty hand found its way to the werewolf's furred cheek.

"I have to say... I much prefer your bites to Rose's."

"Well, I had certainly hoped you would prefer the fangs that made you a lycca-vanni over anyone else's!" he said with a chuckle. It had only been a joking remark, yet it brought an unexpected question into Elise's mind.

"I wonder..." she said. "Could Rose turn someone into a werewolf if she bit them? -- Could I do it?"

"No. Only male lycca can perform the Offering of the Fangs. And even then, only if they haven't yet formed a soma bond. That means that, as long as I am soma-bonded to you, my fangs will not bestow the gift of change upon anyone else."

"Interesting... And I don't suppose it works on animals either."

"That is correct. It only works on humans."

Elise pondered about those things for a few moments, until something else caught her attention.

"Heh, I suppose this isn't the time to be talking about offerings and fangs," she quietly said as she continued stroking the fur of his cheek. "Not when my studly big bad wolf urgently needs a helping hand..."

"Such lewd words, Elise. Must I bite you again?" he jokingly asked, smiling.

"Yes, but not now," she replied in a sultry tone as she gave him a kiss on his lupine lips. "I have a job to do."

What happened then? Well, she went to work on Fang's big, throbbing problem, as she had said she would. Gasps and moans filled the den again, except this time they were not Elise's. And then, afterwards, they mated. Then they mated again. But the night was still young, and their bodies were still burning with desire...

They mated three more times on that night before they finally drifted off to sleep, still in one another's arms.

To be continued...