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            He hardly had time to recharge when

Maggie and Corinne decided to double team him. Emile was going to hit the

shower, and Leonardo was still occupied on the internet.  That left him with two very eager girls.  And when Maggie turned herself into her

adorable anime style werewolf persona, and Corrine managed to follow suit, he

knew he was hooked.

Corinne was only able to manage it

after borrowing Maggie's ring.  But as

she went back and forth between her modes, she seemed to do it easier and

easier. It was sort like learning something new. Oh the power of the rings!

Edward decided that he wasn't going

to try anything spectacular. The last time he had been foiled by a willing

mouth and tongue, and with them being as they presently were, they were an

experience best had in human form. He would, however, have to make some time

later to try out a few interesting things in his feral form.

He was still feeling a little

cautious around Corinne, since he didn't need her getting pregnant. He already

had a responsibility back home, and the longer he was away, the less inclined

he was to go back. And that made him feel rather bad. It was like he was having

this great big party and Verona wasn't invited. It wasn't how he had planned

this trip. Then again, he really hadn't really been the one who had. Everything

seemed to boil down to being something Maggie cooked up. He was beginning to

think Leonardo was right. There was something uncanny about the girl. Too bad

his love for her clouded his judgment or he might have been more apt to

investigate her further.

His thoughts were distracted by the

sudden prowling stance the girls took. They both had enigmatic smiles and they

were both licking their lips. It was sexy and frightening at the same time. He now

knew how a mouse felt when being cornered by a cat. It had to have a massive

adrenalin rush just before being pounced upon.

Instead of pouncing however, they

each grabbed a hand and pulled him onto the bed. Maggie sat on his chest and

kissed him, allowing the other girl the first round on his cock. Corinne didn't

waste any time. Without hesitation, she slid over his cock and settled down

like this was one of hundreds such escapades for her.

He could feel her tighten up, and

she actually did it to the extreme. She might as well have had an internal fist

she had managed to clamp down so firmly. He let it go for the moment, knowing

full well that she would never be able to move with that level of intensity.

But it felt nice, and he was in no rush to have her change it. That time would

come eventually.

Maggie turned to face the other

girl, placing her crotch over Edward's face. 

It was at this stage that he really wished he could be in two places at

once; under them, where he presently was, and sitting in a chair, watching the

whole thing happen.

                Maggie,

being the little whorewolf that she was (Edward

couldn't believe that term came into his head, and he silently laughed at his

pun) had apparently indoctrinated Corinne into a few, girl on girl things.

They leaned into each other and were kissing each other passionately. Edward's

cock grew by a couple on millimeters. Corrine was so tight she had to have

noticed, but she didn't break away from Maggie's lips. If he could have seen

her face though, he might have seen a smile crack around their embrace.

                Maggie

for her part was vigorously rubbing her crotch in his face, and all he had to

do for his part was have his tongue hanging out. That was simply enough. He was

beginning to feel just like a great big sex toy. It wasn't so bad, but he did

like being a little more dominant now, and he knew that Maggie always preferred

it.  It made for an interesting time,

that much was for sure.  Being older and

wiser, he often let her have her way. It was just better for him in the long

run.

The girl on his cock, or rather,

the wolf-girl on his cock was purposely squeezing him tighter, though after a

bit she eased up and began moving her hips. She had the technique down pretty

well, whereas she would lift off and rise just to the point of slipping off,

and then tightening up and pushing back down. It was a scintillating sensation,

and he was glad he was partially sated. He didn't want her stop on his account.

Under normal conditions, he wouldn't last long with such a wonderful feeling

coming over him.

In part to take his mind off his

cock, which was pretty hard to do right now, he put effort into licking out

Maggie. He locked his arms around her midsection and went to work with a

modified tongue. He curled it up, as he had done in the past, and slipped it

in. She could feel her tighten up as well, but not unnaturally so. It was

simply in reaction to his intrusion. She cracked a little smile, unseen by him

of course. All he could see right not was her pert little ass and tail and then

up to her disheveled tresses. She was pretty sure he approved of the view.

They stayed like this for, well;

for a good long time. Maggie was the first to cum, soaking her father's face

with a flood of fluid. She went a little wild, as can be expected, and nearly

drove his nose into her anus. As it was, she liked the feeling, leaving him

bemused by her sudden interest in his proboscis. He had to suck in air when he

could as her passion grew to new heights. When she came again, she fell against

Corrine, who held her aloft for a moment before dumping her over onto the bed.

So much for friendship! All was fair in love and war!

Her scent was now filling his nose.

It alarmed him, and at the same time filled him with desire. Despite his

misgivings, his body refused to stop what they were doing.

She still had her own deep desires

to fulfill. Now that she was alone with him, she leaned down and sunk her claws

into his shoulders. Her tail was lashing violently, but not out of anger. It

was very obviously out of pent up needs. And apparently those needs weren't

well taken care of by mere wolves. They required something a little more

intense to be satisfied.

Her toes dug into the sides of his

legs as she positioned herself for a final assault on his person. She seemed to

be under the impression he was going to be going somewhere with the way she was

holding him down. He was mistaking preparation for dominance.

She leaned down and kissed him,

moving her hands up briefly to gasp the sides of his face and pull his head

into her own. She held the embrace and began pushing her hips into him, slowly

at first, much like before, and then gaining speed. He made a small alteration,

increasing the size of the head of his cock until she wasn't in danger of

slipping out. She noticed; and in appreciation for what he did she extended her

tongue and gave him a deep French kiss.

This was France after all.

He put his arms around her in a

tight hug, and she used that as well to brace against as she ground down on top

of his cock. She soon worked herself into a groove that seemed to be hitting

the sensitive spots inside, and she went a little crazy when the sensations got

to be too much.

She got so that she couldn't even

finish for herself. Every time she tried, it got to be too much for her. Edward

kicked her loose, and adjusting their bodies, took over as the active partner.

He brought up his knees, forcing her legs to fall onto either side, and then

placed his hands on her ass. Over the next ten minutes he pounded her like a

maniac, and her screams were only stifled when Maggie shoved a sock in her

mouth.

The noise was enough to bring the

other two males back into the room. Emile was grinning like an idiot, but

Leonardo just shook his head. "Such exuberance! If only I were so energetic at

this stage in my life!" He turned on his heels and returned to his newfound

love, the computer. Emile followed.

The girl finally had the biggest

release of sexual tension she had ever experienced. She morphed fully into her

feral form, and let out a howl of pure delight as the human from under her

continued to pound away. Edward was quick to reassess his grip on her, and in

the final moments of their tryst, managed to pound her to the point of unconsciousness.

She collapsed against his shoulder as he drove it in with a fury. When he came,

he too managed to let out a groan or two. Or a howl or two. He wasn't really paying

attention at the time to be able to say for sure.

It was only later that he had time

to think on his actions. He hoped, rather belatedly, that she hadn't gotten

pregnant. He wasn't against giving her a child, since it seemed that the

population of true werewolves was pretty low anymore, but he didn't know if she

could travel with him and in the end, where she would go. And taking her from

her brother seemed a little harsh. He was going to have trouble just getting

him and Maggie back to the states, much less the twins. And then there was the

master. He seemed awfully self assured. He really didn't know that much about

how the world had radically changed over the centuries.

Leonardo walked back in after

things had quieted down. "I envy you my friend," he said to the still gasping

Edward.  "I remember back in the day the

wonderful exploits I had. But with age comes wisdom, and with it a slight failing

in the physical desires. You will find that there can be just as much comfort

in a cuddle as there is in all out passion."

Edward sat up. "I'll trust you on

that. There is a saying in my time that says, Get going while the going's good."

The master chuckled. "Indeed. A

wise saying if there ever was one. But since you have gone and gotten, might I

have a word or two with you. Oh, and could you ring up for some food again. I'm

afraid I haven't gotten the technique yet for your voice device."

"It's called a telephone. And

sure."

The food arrived with a flourish

only the French seem to have, and they all sat down to eat. But Leonardo made a

demand first. "Give me your rings." Maggie and Edward were a bit bemused by his

manner, but they complied. He handed them over to the twins.

"Eat."

Maggie looked uncertain. She didn't

feel like being sick at the moment, not after coming off of such a wonderful

high. But she grabbed a roll and bit into it tentatively, then with greater

enthusiasm as her stomach remained settled.

Edward started much the same way,

but this had never been a problem for him. He had assumed it had been something

to do with his late transformation. So for him it was less of a surprise than

it was for Maggie. Everyone ate, even the master, who as a show of faith had

laid his ring on the table.

Maggie was almost at a loss for

words. "Why can I eat normal food now?"

Leonardo smiled. "I am unclear on

that my dear, but I think it has to do with the ring's enhancement of your body's

normal healing powers. I can only guess that there is some contagion in the

environment that affects the kind. We have extraordinary power as it is, so

something that affects us in any way is something insidious. But I am no

naturalist, despite my training. So I have looked on your computer for answers."

"And you found information on

werewolf diseases?" She was teasing him slightly.

"Of course not. And this term;

werewolf. I do not approve. We are simply the Kind. I did find out a lot about

what you call germs; bac-ter-ia, and...viruses. Intriguing. Life so small it cannot

be seen with the naked eye. I find that something like this might well be the

cause of the problem. The ring acts as an antidote, just like it does for

silver."

"So by having the twins wear our

rings, they'll become cured too!"

"Precisely. Now mind you, I never

thought of the rings as functioning in this capacity. There seems to be a lot

to be discovered about the metal that is in them. I wish there was some way of

determining their makeup."

Maggie nearly choked on her food in

her effort to speak. "Spectral analysis!"

"Come again?"

"Chemical testing using a mass

spectrometer! They do it all the time. It can figure out everything that is in

the ring!" Then she stopped. "But then they would have to destroy part of the

ring to get a sample."

Leonardo smiled knowingly. "Not a

problem. I have scraps in the workshop. I am intrigued by this chemical testing

you speak of. In my day, you pretty much knew which chemicals made which colors

when mixing paint. There were a few notable exceptions, but they hardly matter

at present."

Maggie shut up and stuffed her

face, suddenly drawn in by the fact that she could eat normally again. Corinne

and Emile were also going at it like no one's business. Of course they had been

exercising today, and had probably burned off a lot of calories. When they were

done eating they went to hand over the rings, but they were motioned to keep

them on for the time being. "Who knows how long you need to wear them to get

cured." Edward borrowed his back long enough to talk with the master.

By the time the food was cleared

away, everyone was in a good mood. The master was recommending that they either

take his boat back up the river, or get into one of those modern conveyances

and return to his home. Edward didn't think it was a good idea regardless of

the means they used, with the gaping hole they left in the river bank. But the

master was insisting it was important.

"We can return at night if you

would prefer, but return we must. I have set a few things in motion, and I

cannot say how many of them will have worked. My mechanisms were not designed

with the passage of five hundred years in mind. But at the very least, I can

retrieve a sample of the Moonstone for this testing you have spoken of."

Edward was feeling ill at ease

about this, but since he didn't know what else to do, complied with Leonardo's decision.

He handed the ring back to Corinne and kissed her on the back of the neck. She

giggled. "Thank you sir!"

"Edward. Just call me Edward."

So it was decided. Edward went out

and managed to purchase something brand new, paid for essentially in cash, that

would be able to drive them around together. It wasn't as sexy as the Alfa, but

it was eminently more practical. The Fiat Boblo had room for five passengers,

plus space for cargo. It was nearly as red as his little classic sports car,

but since the thing looked like a minivan, he figured no one would pay much

attention to it. That was his hope anyway.

They paid up the bill at the hotel

and headed out. They waited until evening to make sure they arrived at the

chateau around nightfall. The city of Tours wasn't really all that far away. It

had only seemed like it for the length of the trip down the river.  Maggie was sad to leave the boat behind, but

Leo was not. "It served us well, for the short trip we made in it. I had never

gotten a chance to see if it worked or not. Now I know it does."

"But what will happen to it?"

"Only time will tell."

The drive brought them to the city

of Amboise before the sun set, so they went to a café to kill some time.

Leonardo was delighted with all of the modern conveniences, and having never

heard of coffee before being at the hotel, was curious to try it in all its

forms. He ordered a caramel latte and after his first sip, had a foamy mustache

adorning his normally gray whiskers.

As they sat around the table

talking, Edward grew restless and stood up. "I'm going for a walk. I think I'll

check to see if my little Alfa is still parked where I left it." He made a

slight bow and walked out.

He was surprised to see it still

parked in its spot. He figured someone would have had it towed by now. He

walked around it, occasionally running his fingers over the pristine paint. Then

he leaned back against it to stare up at the looming fortress walls. He seemed

to be looking for answers in the gathering gloom. Finally, he stretched and

came around to the driver's side door once more.

He was just debating on taking it

for a quick drive one last time. He heard a voice from behind him. "That's a

nice car, signore. One of our's, no less."

Edward nodded without looking at

him. "Yes, she's a little beauty. But I think she'll have to find a new owner.

It looks like I can't keep her."

"That is too bad. But then, maybe I

can be of assistance?"

Edward turned to look at the man,

whose face was shadowed by his hat. "Why? Would you like to take her off my

hands?"

"No signore, I intend to take you

off of her hands."

Maggie was just coming to see what

was taking him when she saw the flash of light. A passing car's headlight

gleamed off the sword blade as it was thrust into Edward's chest. In an eerie, slow motion scene, she saw him look down at the shiny blade as it sunk in, up

to the hilt. She let out a scream and ran forward, knowing in her heart she was

already too late.