# Argentum

Author: StGeorgesHorse
Tags: Adult, Discovery, Female, Human, M/F, New York City, Oral, Werewolf, blow job

#13 of The Moonrise Chronicles


                Verona was
looking at my box of family mementoes. It was sparsely filled, because most of
those things had been at my parent's house. They were now ash long settled into
the ground.
                She
held up a photo of my parents. "They make a handsome couple. I wonder how old
they were in this photo."
                "That
was before I was born. So that was taken around 1980."
                "Oh,
you're just a youngster, aren't you?" I knew she was teasing me.
                "No,
but I haven't aged as well as you have."
                She
blushed. "Thanks." She rooted through the box, pulling bits and pieces of my
childhood out and setting it on the table. Maggie was watching intently too.
She was curious what a normal child collected. 
                There were
a few photos of me as a kid, some ticket stubs to sports events, old coins, a
feather, and other miscellaneous junk. I picked up one of the coins and held it
out to show her. "This is a 1900 Barber dime. My Dad got it for me as a replacement
for the one my grandpa gave me. I lost it after I got hit. I used to keep it
with me for good luck."
                "And do
you believe in luck?" asked Maggie.
                "No,
not any more. A coin can't affect your life unless you're flipping it for heads
or tails. But I was upset by its loss. When I was able to walk again, I went
back and looked for it, but I never found it. "
                "We all
will lose something dear to us at some point in our lives. I'm sure the loss of
your parents was worse?"
                I
sucked in a breath. "Worse? Of course it was worse. But I think the hardest
part is not having closure. If nothing else, I wish I knew what happened to
them. Even a burned corpse would have been something."
                Verona
smiled in a sympathetic way. Then the smile vanished. "Yes, closure is
important. Sometimes it can be very important. We must look into your situation
more vigorously if we are to get to the bottom of things."
                She had
a sudden urgency to her voice. I was immediately suspicious. "What are you thinking?"

                "I don't
want to say right now. I have an idea. I was wrong before about things and I don't
want to be wrong twice. It would be unfair to you. So give me some time to
figure this one out."
                I
leaned back on the couch. "Do I have a choice? I seem to be stuck now between
being human and being something more. I can't go back and I can't go forward. If
you can fix this mess, then more power to you."
                "I
might. Do you still trust me?"
                That was
an excellent question. "Yes, I guess I do. I don't trust your judgment necessarily,
but I do trust your motives."
                "Thanks."
She answered sarcastically.
                "I'm
telling you the truth. I feel like I'm a guinea pig here."
                "I
guess you have a right to be angry. But what if I told you that I might finally
know why you're having so much trouble?"
                "I'd
tell you to spit it out and quit being a tease with your information!"
                "That's
just it. I don't have information yet. Would you care to try an experiment?"
                I didn't
like the sound of that. "Doing what?"
                "It
involves getting naked again..."
                Maggie
jumped up. "Oh goody!"
                Verona
gave her the evil eye. "Not you, not this time. It may be dangerous."
                "But he's
mine! I found him first!"
                "And I'm
not trying to take him away. I'm trying to make him reach his full potential."
                My head
hurt from all this talk. "Whatever. I don't see how sex is going to help, but
let's do this before my head implodes. Listening to you two argue gives me a
headache."
                We
walked into the bedroom and closed the door. I looked at this woman and
wondered what she was up to. I was beginning to think she was just yanking my chain.
It had occurred to me that maybe we should see her parents, who might have
greater knowledge over things like this. She had demurred, claiming that they
might kill me as being a human with sensitive knowledge. She wanted me to meet
them once I could transform.
                I
tiredly undressed and lay down in the bed. She remained clothed. "Hey, what's
the big idea?"
                "For
what I have in mind, I don't need to be naked. Trust me, you'll enjoy every
minute of it. "
                She was
right. I had no idea what the purpose of her "experiment was supposed to be,
but it felt really, really nice. She gave me the blowjob of the century. Maybe it
was payback for the tongue lashing I had bestowed upon her, but whatever the reason,
I soon forgot there was supposed to even be a reason.
                She
stroked my sides as she engulfed my cock, having more to handle now than
before. Her hands played little circles over my skin, like eddies from a
stream. Her strong fingers massaged my hips until I half expected her fingers
to break through to the joints below.
                Her
suction on my cock was incredible, and I wondered how many other guys she had practiced
on to be this good. As my knot grew, she left off of my hips and did a two
handed stroke to the engorged bulb. I should have blown right then, but she did
something that forced the load back into the firing chamber. I didn't know such
a thing was possible!
                When
she finally let me unload, I fired a shot straight to the ceiling. That was
going to be hard to explain to housekeeping! I spouted off for a full thirty
seconds before my load tapered off to a dribble. I was panting hard, and she
had a look of triumphant victory on her face.
                I found
my voice after a few minutes. "So what did you learn, besides not to be in my line
of fire?"
                "I
found out that you need to visit a friend of mine. I think that he might be
able to clear up this mystery."
                "About
my parents?"
                "No.
Why you're stuck between forms."
                "So who
is this guy? Some sort of mystical healer?"
                "No
stupid, but you're in the right ball park."
                "Then what
exactly is he?"
                "He's a
dentist."
                I was
so flabbergasted that I didn't even argue. This just kept getting weirder and
weirder. I doubt that this guy had any interest in my teeth, and even less so
if I were to change into a set of werewolf ones. 
                His
name was Harold Becker, D.D.S., and his receptionist called him out into the
lobby right away. Somewhere down the line Verona had some hold over this guy;
that much was certain. 
                "My
dear, my dear, it has been a long time! And I see that you have hardly aged a
day! And who is this young lady? Not your daughter!?"
                "No,
not mine. His. And she's adopted.  She is
the ward of this gentleman."
                He
stuck his hand into mine. "I'm so glad to meet you. Any friend of Miss Hardwick
is a friend of mine." It was the first I had heard someone use her last name.
                "Thanks?"
I was a little lost in what we were doing here. I hope I didn't come across as
rude.
                "So,
what can I do for you? Someone has a bad tooth?"
                Verona
smiled. "I think it's more like a bad filling."
                "Oh,
that's a shame. Which of you is it?"
                Verona pointed
to me. "Him."
                I was
confused. The look on my face was obvious. "But my teeth are fine!"
                She
told Maggie to sit down and she dragged me to the back. "Doc, this is what I'd
like you to do." There was a brief consultation, after which the dentist looked
as confused as I did. But he was nothing if not a sport about it and did as he
was told. So was I.
                When we
left the office, I was no more aware of what that had been about then when the
idea had first been suggested. All Verona left with was an oversize manila envelope.  Maggie kept trying to grab it. "Leave off
girl. This is something that needs to be discussed in private."
                We went
back to her place for the day. She made some tea, and curiously enough, pulled
out some cookies. Maggie sniffed one, and gingerly taking a bite, came away amazed.
"These taste good! What's in them?"
                "None
of your business little one. My mother holds the recipe, and you'll find that
there are foods besides human flesh to feast upon."
                I tried
one and found it unusual, but good. I opted to ask no more questions regarding
anything else until I had my answer. 
                "What did
the x-ray show?"
                She
smiled. "It struck me when you talked about your past. It dawned on me that the
problem may have been a pebble in the gears."
                Maggie
smiled around her cookie. "You mean he has a clock work in his head?"
                I knew
she was joking and besides, I sat through the x-ray. My head had nothing to do
with it. "I don't get it."
                She
pulled out the film and held it to the light. It showed the bone and soft
tissue clearly. But there was something else; something that showed white
against the variable shades of gray on the plastic film. It was large enough to
make quite an impression even on us, being non-medical people."
                Maggie was
staring at it. "What the hell is that thing? And why is this picture not of his
teeth?"
                I was
staring in disbelief. I had lost that coin so many years ago, but all this time
I still had it. It had been in my pocket that fateful day. Apparently the force
of the trauma had embedded it into the laceration and the doctor never noticed
it. My lucky coin was buried inside me! I spoke as if in a trance.
                "It's
my original coin, the one my grandfather gave me. It was in the cut when they
sewed it up!"
                Verona
patted my leg. "And what's that coin made of Edward?"
                "Silver!"

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