Moonchild
#7 of The Moonrise Chronicles
The
next morning she ate a little more than her normal, but as I did order up a
steak cooked rare, she had something that at least simulated her preferred
prey. Life would have been easier if she could eat something normal, but I
wasn't going to have her getting sick over it. Since she could manage long
periods of fasting, I let the matter rest.
She
spent a lot of the morning curled up on my lap as we watched the television.
Her arms were wrapped around my neck, as the rest of her body ran perpendicular
to mine, with her feet propped up on pillows to the side. We were both worn out
from last night. The problem was, every time I thought about what we had been
doing, I got a rise. She didn't mind at all. Since I was naked, as was she, all
she had to do was wiggle herself into place and that was that.
Our sex began much more subtle and tantric this time around. She did move her body until
she was sitting properly on my lap, her arms extended behind her and around my
neck. My nose was buried in her hair and my hands were on her chest. She was
just sort of sitting there, lightly raising and lowering her body on top of
mine. It was sort of like slow dancing after doing the cha-cha for hours on
end.
"Father?"
"Yes
Maggie?"
"Last night was really fun. I hope you enjoyed
it too."
I was
thinking of a thousand witty things to say. None of them seemed right. "I did,
very much so. You're quite the little lover."
Simplicity
was best is seemed. She squeezed her internal muscles and leaned back into me.
"Thank you. It's nice to be able to take care of my itches without always
resorting to violence. Not that I'm saying I'm against a little rough stuff
when necessary mind you."
I gave
her nipples a little tweak. She rolled her head and play-bit my arm. I slid one
hand down to her crotch. I was inside her of course, but I placed a finger on
her clit and gently rubbed it.
"I
won't break you know. A little harder is so much nicer."
I
applied more pressure, and she began to squirm. God she was such a turn on. I don't
think I had anything left inside me to give to her except my stiffness. I think
that for the first time in my life, my reservoir of sperm was exhausted. But
for the moment, that wasn't a worry. I could stay just like this for hours.
I got
to the point where I was pinching her clit, gently at first, and then with
increased pressure. This girl was into some kinky things, because the harder I
did it, the more she reacted. I finally began rolling it roughly between my
thumb and finger. It would occasionally pop loose, like a pebble under
pressure. Each time that happened, she groaned in a way that was obviously
disappointment, and until I went back to doing it, she seemed to pout.
Let's just
say that given enough time, my body managed to manufacture one more shot of
love juice. But by that time, I had draped her over the edge of the couch and
was working away on her like a mad man. She got so into it that she unconsciously
morphed into a half human, half wolf stage. Since I now had a tail to hold
onto, I did just that, fucking her so violently that the couch creaked and
shifted back and forth across the carpeted floor.
I
mustered my strength and went into a fury of thrusting, driving deep with each
push. I could feel her tighten up, as before, and I knew I wasn't going to
last. Five minute later I spilled inside her, while she growled and howled and
thankfully, did all of that with her face stuffed into the cushions. At worst,
I could blame the noise on the television being too loud.
I was loathing
the necessity of pulling out, since she was still in the middle of a prolonged
orgasm. I held in place until it tapered off, then finally, and with much
regret, slid out with a pop and stood up. She was still just lying there,
twitching and shaking. It was mesmerizing to watch.
I
finally left off of my voyeurism and headed to the shower. She came in a short
while later, the look of happiness of her face the brightest sign I had ever
seen that she could be totally happy. She stepped into the oversized stall and
grabbed my cock. "You know, I could get used to this."
I
leaned down and gave her a kiss. "Me too. But don't think you're getting
anymore today. I think my body is shriveling up from everything you suck from
me."
"Hmmm.
Suck!"
She
dropped to her knees and literally created a vacuum over my cock. It popped
into her mouth and despite the recent use and abuse of my organ, I could feel
the blood stirring inside it again. All I could say was "Oh God!" as the force
of her pull sucked the blood right back into it.
You can
use your imagination for the rest. Let's just say that we probably used up a
ton of water before she was done. I nearly collapsed on the floor, and I did
have one more load hiding in the wings. When we got out of the shower, we were
clean and as wrinkled as prunes.
We hit
the sack for a few hours. There was nothing particular that we could do, and
she had to have the cover of darkness to carry out her next kill. I almost felt
sorry for the guy. Almost. As we lay there, I decided to risk bringing up what
I considered a touchy subject.
"Maggie?"
"Hmmm?"
"What
can you tell me about your mother?"
I
braced for claws in my side. She just snuggled closer. "Mother was beautiful.
Father adored her, so know that her murder was unintentional. Like I told you,
he freaked out."
"Yes,
but what about her past? Did you ever know anything about her past?"
"Not
too much. She was raised in an orphanage, just like I was. Because she was
adopted, the files are locked away, just like mine are now."
"So you
have no idea who her parents were, that is, who you biological grandparent
were?"
"Nope.
You can't find everything online."
"No, I
suppose not. But I wonder... When we get back, maybe we should try looking
anyway. I have a feeling that you might be pretty good at sneaking past
alarms."
"Father!
How dare you give me such a compliment? That would mean that I had greater
abilities than you have seen. And you've seen a lot!" Her tongue came out and
started licking my side.
"Stop
it!" I said in mock indignation. "I haven't got any more in me for that kind of
play!"
She
sighed. "You can't blame a girl for trying. And yes, you do have a good idea.
In fact, I think you're beginning to take after me. I must be a bad influence
on you."
I
rolled my eyes. "The best of the worst I'd say!"
I felt
her teeth nibble my side. "You bet!"
When
night fell, I went outside with her to see her off. Our routine was as before,
only we left a little earlier. We walked through the park, and she sniffed the
air constantly. "I can smell my old friend from last night. He sweats like a
hog. I may have to chase him to the pond and force him in just so that he tastes
good."
I refrained
from commenting. I bowed to her judgment on these things. She was in a position
where her body responded in ways far removed from a normal human. At least she
had the morals to pick her victims carefully. Of course, I might have to look
up a few more rich ones. That might make for a terrific windfall. Money wasn't
everything, but it went far to provide a lot.
We
found a deserted and secluded spot where she changed out of her clothing. This
time, she skipped the collar and leash. In her wolf growl, she looked at me and
said, "It was way more fun upstairs with the collar and leash. Unless of course
you want to try it here in the park? I
bet it's not the worst thing that's happened here over the years!"
"We
have time to think it over. For now, I'm heading back to the hotel. What time
do you want me back to let you in?" We had electronic key cards that let us in
the back doors. It was meant for getting in luggage and such, and while there
were cameras, I doubted there were watched with any due vigilance.
She had
me tuck her bag under some bushes. "Try three. Even if I'm done sooner, I'll do
some exploring. Your interest in the park has sort of piqued mine. But I like
doing it my own way. I see and smell things you don't."
With
that she slipped away.
I went
back up to the room and opened a bottle of champagne. She didn't seem
interested in alcohol, but then when your highs are as high as hers were, and
you lows equally emotional, alcohol probably didn't seem so great. I wished her
happy hunting and downed a glassful. It was going to be a long night.
As it
turned out, it wasn't as long as I thought it would be. I had set my cell phone
to alarm mode so I would be there when she came back. It went off at two thirty
and I jerked awake. Maggie was sitting there next to me. I was a little foggy
from the alcohol and from getting woke up out of a deep sleep.
"Hey!"
I
yawned and stretched. "Hey yourself..." Then my eyes went wide. "Wait a minute,
how did you get back inside?"
She
giggled. "There are more ways than one father dearest. Did you forget about the
balcony?"
I
stopped and stared at her. "Are you telling me you climbed up the side of the building?"
"Yep!"
She beamed proudly. "I can do old factories, so why not fancy hotels. You
should try the top sometime. The view is even better from up there. It's three
hundred and sixty degrees. Oh, the City that Never Sleeps is a fascinating
place."
As my
eyes focused on her, I could see that there were splatters in her hair. "Successful
hunt?"
She got
dreamy. "Yes. The man was a total pig. Even though we caught him before and
therefore his life was forfeit, I let him see me running naked through the park.
You can bet he chased me down. I ducked into some bushes and came out full
force in feral form. He didn't have a chance. I gave him what he deserved and
left plenty for the police to identifying his remains by. One less freak on the
street tonight. "
I shivered
a little. Her ways still made me uneasy. And as it was, I was feeling a little
queasy. A whole bottle of bubbly probably wasn't a good idea. I think she
wanted to get it on again, but I just couldn't. "Sweetie, just get cleaned up
and come to bed. It's been a long day. And tomorrow, we'll need to go back to
the park to see if your mystery wolfman made an appearance."
She
yawned and stretched, rising her arms and lifting her skirt enough to show she wasn't
wearing her panties. "If you insist. But tomorrow morning I don't want to hear
any excuses!"
I
actually groaned. She had way more energy than I ever had at any point in my
life!