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Under The Quiet Moon - II

The pitter-patter was punctuated by panicked splashes as shoeless feet pressed their owner frantically through the night. There are no monsters in the dark... there are no monsters in the dark... the old stories aren't true... silly things like that are only in dreams. Selora repeated these things to herself as she tried to wake up. Elizabeth's only missing... she's not a monster... she can't be!

A sudden movement was noticed out of the corner of her eye, sending her back into the shadows where none could see. Metal clad men were rushing past her, searching for the creatures that were taking people in the night. Selora hid behind some boxes in an ally with her eyes closed. They're just chasing men... people... there's a perfectly rational explanation to all of this.

A sharp itch caught her by surprise and drew her hand to the bare place between her legs. Her panties were not there... she vaguely remembered Elizabeth taking them. There was a wetness there too, but it was too dark to see here. The throbbing ached caused her to dismiss it as her moon blood coming early. Stress did strange things to the body and this was just one of those things.

Once the soldiers had passed, Selora left her hiding place and began moving quietly back to her home. The fire would dry her out and then a warm bed would make all of this better in the morning. Everything will be better tomorrow. This dream is too intense... maybe I was sleepwalking... that's it. I dreamed of Liz... and now I'm walking home. Stupid women and all of their gossip. They panicked me into nightmares so intense that I believed them to be true.

These thoughts comforted her until she approached her home and realized the front door was not closed all of the way. Angela had been asleep when Selora had stepped away but she was sure she had shut the door behind her. Unless I was sleepwalking in which case I might have just opened the door and stumbled out. This excuse worked well enough as she approached her home, but the sense of wrongness stuck as she stepped slowly inside and quietly closed the door behind her.

The inside noises were not correct. The wind and the rain muffled everything, but she was sure she could hear sounds from the second floor. Without knowing why, Selora left the front door unbarred and moved across the floor. The rain caused her clothing to cling as cold and fear made her teeth chatter. The stairs did not protest at her passage but she could tell a collection of wet and dirty feet had passed up them recently enough that the water had not yet dried.

Lightning flashed, casting shadows of large bodies on the walls. The presence of these others should have sent her running screaming into the night... but she was drawn forward, unable to turn away. At the top of the stairs was a short hall and an open door where her sister should have been sleeping alone, but the markings on the floor led to that place. Another flash of light flickered through the window, casting a collection of shadows which struggled together, briefly, on the adjacent wall.

Thunder rumbled, vibrating the walls of the home and the bones of the occupants inside. Selora could hear the beating of her heart and the voice of Angela who seemed distressed. The rumble of the storm was accompanied by the growling of animals and the motions of bodies as they moved in the night.

The scent of rain, blood, and heated lust wafted into Selora's nostrils as she lingered inches from the doorway's edge. Pressed firmly against the wall, she heard the excited gasps of her sister and smelled the horrid stench of sweat and sex. Pain swelled from between Selora's legs, collapsing her to the floor. Eyes squeezed shut as her blood seemed to boil with an intensity she could not control. Once again, her hand went between her legs and found wet relief waiting.

Flashes of lightning showed red on her fingers and she pulled her dress up to her belly, revealing marks where sharpened fangs had pierced her skin. The blood leaked slowly but an infectious ache drew her fingers back to that place, pressing and caressing in the ways her dear Elizabeth had done many times before.

Another cry from the bedroom drew her closer to the edge. Selora peered carefully inside and saw what her mind could not comprehend. Three, large, half-man, wolfish-beasts surrounded Angela and one of them had her pinned to the bed. The creature's teeth had already bitten her several times on the arms, neck, and chest. As he suckled at her bloodied breast, her hands gripped two fists full of his fur and pulled him this way and that. Though pain was apparent on her face, desperate cries of ecstasy accompanied her screams.

The monster suddenly reared back, as if gasping for breath, and then pressed forward, heightening the musky scent from the bed. Moans of pleasure emitted with each mighty thrust, exciting the other beasts whom whimpered and paced more intensely the longer they stood near the scene. On and on the mounted beast drove until at last a musical howl cried forth. Angela's scream was drowned out by his own... and Selora cried out as well. Then the bedded body went limp and the wolf-beast released her from his bulk.

Selora breathed hard, as she tried to clear her mind. She wanted to run, she wanted to help Angela, but a third desire had claimed her body, and her actions horrified her even more than the scene in the room. A monster had just brutally raped her sister and she had pleasured herself to it. How could I do such a thing? Why can't I run away?

The bed and bodies shifted as the largest of the wolf-men crashed to the floor, strutted on all fours, and gave the others the permission they sought. Selora peaked back into the room in time to watch Angela turn to her side and breath deeply, as the second wolf-beast climbed onto the bed with her. His muscles were gloriously flexed and his musk filled the room with an overpowering hunger. Angela looked up at him with awe in her eyes and watched him for a moment as he crawled over her body and began to lick her in places where claws and teeth had drawn blood. As the young woman turned onto her hands and knees, Selora could see many more wounds from these creatures all across her delicate skin.

The monster lapped his tongue at the presented backside. Submissive whimpers rose from her throat as she rubbed her bottom upon him. A shiver ripped through both sisters, then Angela crawled back under him and caressed his length with her body, causing him to swell with even greater heat.

Selora breathed the suffocating stench of their bodies, and found her desire increasing with impossible need. As the second beast took hold of her sister and entered her glistening body, Selora found her hands moving on their own once more. A desperate fire burned as both sisters slickened their bodies from deep within. While one settled with hands, the other was filled with the power of the animal she desired. The bliss shown clearly in her eyes. Desire drove away all fear leaving only a need to be lavishly used and filled with the seed of those who surrounded her.

The third wolf-beast approached the foot of the bed and Angela needed no coaxing to take him in her hands. Subtle manipulations engorged his lust which she took into her mouth with the hunger of a starving woman. Tongue, lips, and quivering movements coaxed life from the creatures who enjoyed her attentions.

As they pressed into her, Selora watched in paralyzed horror as Angela's body began to change. Work beaten fingernails lengthened, sharpened, and grew with the claws they were now sprouting from. Fine hairs became courser as her spine and tail bone pressed hard through the skin. Bones shifted and twisted, as they had with Elizabeth, lengthening the young woman into a female worthy of the essence being plunged in and out of her body. Muscles rippled, adding bulk to her thin frame. Shoulders grew wider and ears pulled back, until a snout reached forward and took the rest of the beasts into her. More and more she grew in their care, until explosions of seed erupted into her and made her wild.

A rush filled Selora as she buckled to the floor and breathed heavily in recovery of her body's rapture filled defiance. A tumbling rush of climax filled euphoria seemed to satisfy her madness and allow her to stand. Lightning flashed and the shadows told her the largest of the males was now breeding the beast that had once been Angela. Though part of Selora wanted to stay, the rational parts of her stepped back down the hallway to the living room below.

The air was cleaner down there, allowing her to think a little more clearly. As she looked about the room, she heard two of the beasts moving down the hallway, giving their alpha the privacy he needed... or maybe they had caught her scent and were searching for her. Snatching her sister's coat from the hook, Selora flung open the door and rushed back out into the night. Snarls and howl faded into the distance but she could feel them in her veins. Onward she ran... blindly forward into the unknown.