{"sf1_id":750187,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Moonchild","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2060,"posted_at":"2014-08-28T16:56:00.000Z","tags":["Adolescent","Girl","Human male","Implied Violence","M/F","New York City","Oral","Transformation","Vaginal","Werewolf","hotel"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/750187-moonchild","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/750187","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=750187\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#7 of The Moonrise Chronicles","content":"                The\nnext morning she ate a little more than her normal, but as I did order up a\nsteak cooked rare, she had something that at least simulated her preferred\nprey. Life would have been easier if she could eat something normal, but I\nwasn't going to have her getting sick over it. Since she could manage long\nperiods of fasting, I let the matter rest.\n                She\nspent a lot of the morning curled up on my lap as we watched the television.\nHer arms were wrapped around my neck, as the rest of her body ran perpendicular\nto mine, with her feet propped up on pillows to the side. We were both worn out\nfrom last night. The problem was, every time I thought about what we had been\ndoing, I got a rise. She didn't mind at all. Since I was naked, as was she, all\nshe had to do was wiggle herself into place and that was that.\n                Our sex began much more subtle and tantric this time around. She did move her body until\nshe was sitting properly on my lap, her arms extended behind her and around my\nneck. My nose was buried in her hair and my hands were on her chest. She was\njust sort of sitting there, lightly raising and lowering her body on top of\nmine. It was sort of like slow dancing after doing the cha-cha for hours on\nend.\n                \"Father?\"\n                \"Yes\nMaggie?\"\n                 \"Last night was really fun. I hope you enjoyed\nit too.\"\n                I was\nthinking of a thousand witty things to say. None of them seemed right. \"I did,\nvery much so. You're quite the little lover.\"\n                Simplicity\nwas best is seemed. She squeezed her internal muscles and leaned back into me.\n\"Thank you. It's nice to be able to take care of my itches without always\nresorting to violence. Not that I'm saying I'm against a little rough stuff\nwhen necessary mind you.\"\n                I gave\nher nipples a little tweak. She rolled her head and play-bit my arm. I slid one\nhand down to her crotch. I was inside her of course, but I placed a finger on\nher clit and gently rubbed it.\n                \"I\nwon't break you know. A little harder is so much nicer.\"\n                I\napplied more pressure, and she began to squirm. God she was such a turn on. I don't\nthink I had anything left inside me to give to her except my stiffness. I think\nthat for the first time in my life, my reservoir of sperm was exhausted. But\nfor the moment, that wasn't a worry. I could stay just like this for hours.\n                I got\nto the point where I was pinching her clit, gently at first, and then with\nincreased pressure. This girl was into some kinky things, because the harder I\ndid it, the more she reacted. I finally began rolling it roughly between my\nthumb and finger. It would occasionally pop loose, like a pebble under\npressure. Each time that happened, she groaned in a way that was obviously\ndisappointment, and until I went back to doing it, she seemed to pout.\n                Let's just\nsay that given enough time, my body managed to manufacture one more shot of\nlove juice. But by that time, I had draped her over the edge of the couch and\nwas working away on her like a mad man.  She got so into it that she unconsciously\nmorphed into a half human, half wolf stage. Since I now had a tail to hold\nonto, I did just that, fucking her so violently that the couch creaked and\nshifted back and forth across the carpeted floor.\n                I\nmustered my strength and went into a fury of thrusting, driving deep with each\npush. I could feel her tighten up, as before, and I knew I wasn't going to\nlast. Five minute later I spilled inside her, while she growled and howled and\nthankfully, did all of that with her face stuffed into the cushions. At worst,\nI could blame the noise on the television being too loud.\n                I was loathing\nthe necessity of pulling out, since she was still in the middle of a prolonged\norgasm. I held in place until it tapered off, then finally, and with much\nregret, slid out with a pop and stood up. She was still just lying there,\ntwitching and shaking. It was mesmerizing to watch.\n                I\nfinally left off of my voyeurism and headed to the shower. She came in a short\nwhile later, the look of happiness of her face the brightest sign I had ever\nseen that she could be totally happy. She stepped into the oversized stall and\ngrabbed my cock. \"You know, I could get used to this.\"\n                I\nleaned down and gave her a kiss. \"Me too. But don't think you're getting\nanymore today. I think my body is shriveling up from everything you suck from\nme.\"\n                \"Hmmm.\nSuck!\"\n                She\ndropped to her knees and literally created a vacuum over my cock. It popped\ninto her mouth and despite the recent use and abuse of my organ, I could feel\nthe blood stirring inside it again. All I could say was \"Oh God!\" as the force\nof her pull sucked the blood right back into it.\n                You can\nuse your imagination for the rest. Let's just say that we probably used up a\nton of water before she was done. I nearly collapsed on the floor, and I did\nhave one more load hiding in the wings. When we got out of the shower, we were\nclean and as wrinkled as prunes.   \n                We hit\nthe sack for a few hours. There was nothing particular that we could do, and\nshe had to have the cover of darkness to carry out her next kill. I almost felt\nsorry for the guy. Almost. As we lay there, I decided to risk bringing up what\nI considered a touchy subject.\n                \"Maggie?\"\n                \"Hmmm?\"\n                \"What\ncan you tell me about your mother?\"\n                I\nbraced for claws in my side. She just snuggled closer. \"Mother was beautiful.\nFather adored her, so know that her murder was unintentional. Like I told you,\nhe freaked out.\"\n                \"Yes,\nbut what about her past? Did you ever know anything about her past?\"\n                \"Not\ntoo much. She was raised in an orphanage, just like I was. Because she was\nadopted, the files are locked away, just like mine are now.\"\n                \"So you\nhave no idea who her parents were, that is, who you biological grandparent\nwere?\"\n                \"Nope.\nYou can't find everything online.\"\n                \"No, I\nsuppose not. But I wonder... When we get back, maybe we should try looking\nanyway. I have a feeling that you might be pretty good at sneaking past\nalarms.\"\n                \"Father!\nHow dare you give me such a compliment? That would mean that I had greater\nabilities than you have seen. And you've seen a lot!\" Her tongue came out and\nstarted licking my side.\n                \"Stop\nit!\" I said in mock indignation. \"I haven't got any more in me for that kind of\nplay!\"\n                She\nsighed. \"You can't blame a girl for trying. And yes, you do have a good idea.\nIn fact, I think you're beginning to take after me. I must be a bad influence\non you.\"\n                I\nrolled my eyes. \"The best of the worst I'd say!\"\n                I felt\nher teeth nibble my side. \"You bet!\"\n                When\nnight fell, I went outside with her to see her off. Our routine was as before,\nonly we left a little earlier. We walked through the park, and she sniffed the\nair constantly. \"I can smell my old friend from last night. He sweats like a\nhog. I may have to chase him to the pond and force him in just so that he tastes\ngood.\"\n                I refrained\nfrom commenting. I bowed to her judgment on these things. She was in a position\nwhere her body responded in ways far removed from a normal human. At least she\nhad the morals to pick her victims carefully. Of course, I might have to look\nup a few more rich ones. That might make for a terrific windfall. Money wasn't\neverything, but it went far to provide a lot.\n                We\nfound a deserted and secluded spot where she changed out of her clothing. This\ntime, she skipped the collar and leash. In her wolf growl, she looked at me and\nsaid, \"It was way more fun upstairs with the collar and leash. Unless of course\n you want to try it here in the park? I\nbet it's not the worst thing that's happened here over the years!\"\n                \"We\nhave time to think it over. For now, I'm heading back to the hotel. What time\ndo you want me back to let you in?\" We had electronic key cards that let us in\nthe back doors. It was meant for getting in luggage and such, and while there\nwere cameras, I doubted there were watched with any due vigilance. \n                She had\nme tuck her bag under some bushes. \"Try three. Even if I'm done sooner, I'll do\nsome exploring. Your interest in the park has sort of piqued mine. But I like\ndoing it my own way. I see and smell things you don't.\"\n                With\nthat she slipped away.\n                I went\nback up to the room and opened a bottle of champagne. She didn't seem\ninterested in alcohol, but then when your highs are as high as hers were, and\nyou lows equally emotional, alcohol probably didn't seem so great. I wished her\nhappy hunting and downed a glassful. It was going to be a long night.\n                As it\nturned out, it wasn't as long as I thought it would be. I had set my cell phone\nto alarm mode so I would be there when she came back. It went off at two thirty\nand I jerked awake. Maggie was sitting there next to me. I was a little foggy\nfrom the alcohol and from getting woke up out of a deep sleep.\n                \"Hey!\"\n                I\nyawned and stretched. \"Hey yourself...\" Then my eyes went wide. \"Wait a minute,\nhow did you get back inside?\"\n                She\ngiggled. \"There are more ways than one father dearest. Did you forget about the\nbalcony?\"\n                I\nstopped and stared at her. \"Are you telling me you climbed up the side of the building?\"\n                \"Yep!\"\nShe beamed proudly. \"I can do old factories, so why not fancy hotels. You\nshould try the top sometime. The view is even better from up there. It's three\nhundred and sixty degrees. Oh, the City that Never Sleeps is a fascinating\nplace.\"\n                As my\neyes focused on her, I could see that there were splatters in her hair. \"Successful\nhunt?\"\n                She got\ndreamy. \"Yes. The man was a total pig. Even though we caught him before and\ntherefore his life was forfeit, I let him see me running naked through the park.\nYou can bet he chased me down. I ducked into some bushes and came out full\nforce in feral form. He didn't have a chance. I gave him what he deserved and\nleft plenty for the police to identifying his remains by. One less freak on the\nstreet tonight. \"\n                I shivered\na little. Her ways still made me uneasy. And as it was, I was feeling a little\nqueasy. A whole bottle of bubbly probably wasn't a good idea. I think she\nwanted to get it on again, but I just couldn't. \"Sweetie, just get cleaned up\nand come to bed. It's been a long day. And tomorrow, we'll need to go back to\nthe park to see if your mystery wolfman made an appearance.\"\n                She\nyawned and stretched, rising her arms and lifting her skirt enough to show she wasn't\nwearing her panties. \"If you insist. But tomorrow morning I don't want to hear\nany excuses!\"\n                I\nactually groaned. She had way more energy than I ever had at any point in my\nlife!"}