{"sf1_id":794983,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Returning Home, via Rome","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2961,"posted_at":"2014-12-12T14:01:00.000Z","tags":["Feral","Girl","Human","Love","M/F","Oral","Rome","Transformation","Underage","Vaginal","Werewolf","cunnilingus","italy","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/794983-returning-home-via-rome","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/794983","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=794983\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#71 of The Moonrise Chronicles\n\nCan't say when the next one will be out. Still sorting out the details.","content":"                Being a\nRussian mobster had a few advantages. The plane landed in Rome without  a single question from the authorities, and\nthe group climbed aboard yet another limousine for a trip to the Vatican. Both\nmembers of the former royal family were anxious to see the pontiff. Despite the\nfact that they technically died during the pontificate of Benedict the Fifteenth,\nthey had managed in their own way to kept abreast of modern affairs. And one\nmust remember, that despite everything you may think about the Russians, the\ntsar's family was Catholic at heart.\n                Edward\nrecommended the hotel they had stayed in before, and upon their arrival, they\nwere immediately recognized. \n                \"Signore\nPeterson, what a pleasant surprise! Shall you be taking your same rooms?\"\n                \"Yes,\nand one more suite please for my friends.\"\n                \"As you\nwish. How long will you be staying with us?\" \n                Edward\ncleared his throat. \"I don't know for certain. We will be here a few days at\nthe very least.\"\n                \"Very\ngood. Dominick, show them to their rooms please.\"\n                The\nporter took their bags and made his way to the hotel interior. Once settled\ninto their quarters, they ordered food and sat down together.\n                Alexei\nspoke first. \"Once we are done with whatever you have planned here in Rome,\nwhat shall we be doing?\"\n                Maggie\nput her hand on Edward's knee. \"I think we're both ready to go back to the\nUnited States. This trip has been fruitful, but for once I think I have reached\nmy limit on excitement.\" She looked up to him for confirmation.\n                \"She's\nright. But while I'd love to go back home,  I have problems waiting back there just like I\ndo waiting for me here. I haven't found a solution to my impending arriage, and\nthat bothers me.\"\n                \"Problem?\nMarriage is easily nullified my friend. Tell me more about this lady?\"\n                Edward\nwent into that aspect of his life, telling them of Verona and how they had met\nand eventually mated. The matter had been one more of nature taking hold than\nof love. He hadn't been so sure then, but he was convinced of it now. He\ncouldn't give his heart to anyone but Maggie.\n                \"Your\nstory intrigues me. I would like to meet this woman some day.\"\n                Maggie\nsmiled.\"Then you must come back to the states with us.\"\n                Alexei\nbowed from his seat. \"I will do my very best my dear. To be honest, I have\nrarely left Mother Russia for these many years. At first it was to avoid the\nsecret police, and now for lack of a solid reason. But now...\" He spread his arms\nwide. \"Now I have family!\"\n                Maria\nsmiled. \"Yes, it is good to have family. But Edward, what will you do now? You\nhave personal problems of the type which cannot be solved by outside\ninfluences. While I feel Maggie is too young for marriage by your skewed modern\nmorals, you are already foresworn to another. The Kind are many things, but we\nare always people of our word.\"\n                Her\nbrother smiled grimly. \"Yes we are. For example, if I say I'm going to kill\nsomeone, I will do it.\"\n                Edward\nshrugged it off. \"While I believe you, I have no fear of you my friend. Maggie\nknows the situation. And I always do my best to keep my word, have no fear.\"\n                Maggie\nstood up. \"We understand each other, he and I. Verona had a need, and he filled\nit.\" She got a look of amusement on her face. \"Literally. Now she is with\nchild, which is no bad thing. She carries a baby conceived by were's in feral\nform, and who will be born in human form. The baby will be strong and wise, am\nI right?\"\n                \"Yes\ndear, you are correct. But if he marries her, what will become of you?\"\n                \"My\nlove will not change just because the circumstances do.\"\n                Maria\ntousled her hair. \"You are a good girl Maggie, and a credit to the family\nname.\" It appeared that particular conversation was at an end.\n                That\nevening Edward and Maggie were alone in their rooms.\n                \"Father?\"\n                \"Yes\nMags?\"\n                \"What\nare you going to do about Verona?\"\n                He\nsighed. \"I'm not positive. But it'll work out for the best, whatever happens.\"\n                \"Are\nyou hoping it does, or is there more to it than that?\"\n                \"I\nhaven't looked too far into it. Sometimes knowing the future can be unnerving.\"\n                She\nshuddered, remembering her vision. \"I wholeheartedly agree with you.\"\n                He\npulled her close. \"You know, if I had known where my actions were going to lead\nme when I first followed you, I don't think I would have done it.\"\n                She\npulled back. \"What?\"\n                \"Seriously.\nAt that time I didn't have any confidence or belief in myself. Knowing the\nperil I would put myself in would have stopped my heart right in my chest. But\nnow, I a hundred times the person I was back then, and I owe it all to you!\"\n                She didn't\nsay a word right away. A tear fell from the corner of her eye as she\ntransformed into that in between stage; half were and half human. She called it\nher anime girl form and she knew it was one he liked very much.  \"If you owe me, then show me!\"\n                \"As the\nlady wishes!\" He pulled her close and gave her a crushing hug, all the while\npressing his lips tightly against hers. She nearly melted.\n                She\nreturned his hug as fiercely as she could. He may have become a hundred times\nmore the person than he was, but she had grown equally in the short time she\nhad known him. When she had first met up with him, there in the old industrial\ndistrict back home, she was little more than a wild, savage beast-child with\nbottled up emotions. Now she felt more alive than she ever had. Look where\ntheir lives had gone upon meeting each other! \n                Her\nthoughts dissipated in a cloud of steamy passion.  He was already working down her body from the\nnape of her neck. He formed his tongue into that magnificently nimble werewolf\none; the one that could reach all the right places. As the tip of it curled\naround her diminutive breasts and specifically, her nipples, she felt\nelectricity arc through her body. Sex used to be a tool, now it was a pastime\nto be enjoyed. She could hardly wait until her body matured enough to be\nconsidered an adult. \n                Edward\ntuned out everything, a trick he could only do now thanks to the fact that his\nbrain seemed to bring in every possible nuance life could have. If he had no\nability to tune some or all of it out he would have gone stark raving mad after\nthe first hour. He shut it down to only one foci, that of his little Maggie.\nThey had a strange relationship, but when one managed to drown out all of the\nsocietal morals involved, there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, there were\nnone alive who even knew the truth about her, except for himself and her grandmother.\nThe time would come, and soon, when they would see her. But she was thousands\nof miles away and presently unaware of what was going on. She just might take\nexception to the present position her granddaughter was in. If that were the\ncase, she should never have left to the world's devices.\n                His\ntongue rolled across her flesh, creating little rises of gooseflesh in its\nwake. He worked his way down to her nipples and sucked each one in, moving\nbetween her left and right sides, giving her still forming mammaries a run for\ntheir money.  As he worked back and\nforth, she rose higher and higher off of the bed until he finally desisted and\ngently pushed her back down.\n                She\nresponded by leaning up and grabbing his head and shoving it back down on her\nchest. He could hear a rumble deep in her chest, literally like that of a cat.\nHer claws came out and she pressed them firmly against his head as if to say, you'll stop when I tell you to stop. He smiled around his\nforeplay-engrossed lips and gave her what she wanted. \n                It was\nnice to be in control again. He had nothing against his feral side, but he\nliked to be consciously in command of it. He rather wished he hadn't molested a\nbear; a male one at that, but what was done was done. Then again, it made for\nsome interesting speculation. What more was he capable of doing in his ultimate\nferal form? \n                His\nthoughts manifested themselves in his physical being by slowly transforming him\ninto a similar shape as his love. He wasn't really aware of the change, as they\nwere second nature to him now. He was just as comfortable in any one of his\nforms as he was another. The real comfort he was working toward was being in\nthe one he had little control over; Maggie's. But there was no rushing it, not\ntonight.\n                He\neventually moved his way down to her belly, and despite the groan of obvious\ndisappointment, he knew she would relent soon enough. He kissed her skin,\nmaking her shiver despite the warmth of the room. He rolled the tip of his\nnow-pointed tongue into her navel and worked it around. It was a feeling that\nwas both annoying and erotic, and she squirmed until he finally eased up. \n                He\nmoved down farther on her body, kissing the insides of her thighs, moving back\nand forth but never once paying attention to what lay between them. It was\ndriving her nuts, until she firmly guided his head to the sweet spot that was\nthe midpoint of her pelvis. His tongue slipped in with practiced ease. She let\nout a moan and dug into his scalp a little more tightly.\n                As his\ntongue snaked its way ever deeper inside her, she forced his head against her\nflesh and used it to masturbate with; all the while his taste buds tickled her\nwilling, pink insides. His tongue grew to length until it filled her like the\ncock she knew would come later. She could feel his ears as they grew, and his\nhair became easier to grasp as the human kind was replaced with the dark thick\nfur of his feral being. \n                Her\nheart was already racing, but the thought of that huge cock and knot drove it\nto over two hundred beats a minute. It was running at a blurring pace, and the\nblood was rushing in her ears as his tongue found every crevice inside her and\nset her nerve endings on fire. She fought down the desire to transform\ncompletely, for she desired to match his form at that moment.\n                Edward\nwas now fully transformed into what some might consider being the classic\nwerewolf form; much like Long Chaney was in the movies. Yet the differences\nwere stark, for Edward looked more wolf than man. And the bright red piece of\nstiffening meat between his legs was something they would never have allowed on\nthe silver screen.\n                He\npulled out of her and she let go of her grip, knowing that the best was yet to\ncome. She relaxed, fighting down her tachycardia, and opening herself up to\ntake what she was about to receive. As the hot tip went it, she gasped, and it\nextended itself into a drawn out \"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh\" that ended with a yip as he filled\nher up.  \n                She\nopened eyes that were awash with love, lust and an overbalanced amount of\nhormones. It was then that she finally noticed the aroma. \"You cheated!\"\n                He\nsmiled. \"Is that a complaint?\"\n                She\nshuddered again. \"No.\"\n                \"I\nassume that you want me to treat you like an adult. You are one in some many\nways, it's painful to gaze at you and see how young you look.\"\n                \"You\ndon't like my looks?\" She feigned sadness, but he saw right through it.\n                \"Your\nlooks are disturbingly fresh and innocent; even now after all we've been\nthrough. When you put on this childish persona, it's even more of an\nidiosyncrasy.\"\n                She\nmade a few thrusts with her hips. \"What are you trying to say?\"\n                He\npushed back against her. \"I'm saying that I have to be the luckiest person\nalive.\"\n                She\nknew he had something else on his mind, but she didn't care. Those words meant\nmore than any ring or any amount of money someone could give her. She had a\nsoul mate, and at that moment, it tore asunder and merged with his.  She would never ever let him go, not matter\nwhat, for they were meant to be together. That much was obvious.\n                He said\nno more after that, apparently aware that an epiphany had occurred. He worked\nher over for nearly an hour, interspersing his pelvic motions with sweeps of\nhis tongue across her upper body. He held back each time she came, a total of\nseven, before he allowed his knot to inflate. When it did, she let out a cry.\n                \"I don't\nthink I can take any more!\"\n                He\nsmiled devilishly. \"You had better. I've been waiting for this.\"\n                \"Oh\ngod!\"\n                There\nwas little she could do. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but she was already\nsuffering from an overload of stimuli. On top of that, she was nearly as limp\nas a noodle from his pheromones. It did excite her, thinking again how they\nworked on her, for by all rights they only worked on adult females. That sent a\ndifferent sort of shiver through her.\n                He\ngrabbed her shoulders and stood, clutching her closely. He moved her hands to\naround his neck, and she locked together her fingers with as much strength as\nshe could muster.  He grabbed her by the\nmidsection and pulled up, forcing her body to strain against his knot. Then he\npushed her down, almost forcibly, but not painfully so. And then up, and back\ndown.\n                She bit\nhis chest and held on, knowing she was breaking the skin and not caring a bit.\nHe would heal. Her mouth was about the only thing that had any strength or will\nof its own. Biting was a far better use for it then screaming and disrupting\nthe entire hotel.\n                She was\nsoon flopping about like a rag doll as he worked her entire body over his\nengorged cock. Only her hands remain still; her fingers locked together,\ninterwoven as tightly as she could possibly manage. The rest of her body was\nacting as if her bones had vanished. She hated feeling helpless, but if she\nwere to feel this way, she was glad it was with her love. She felt safe,\ndespite the fact that the act they were performing would have decimated a normal\ngirl.\n                For his\npart, Edward wasn't acting irrational or harmful, but he was doing what he was\ndoing for selfish reasons. He wanted pleasure as much as she did, and he made\nsure she got a good dose of it before he had his way with her. Still, he was\nthinking very dark thoughts; twisted little fantasies that seemed to go hand in\nhand with his feral form. But unlike previous episodes, he was in complete\ncontrol. There would be no going too far over the edge, not this time.\n                He held\nonto her with a solid, inescapable grip and used her to rub his cock to a point\nthat in a normal man would have made him cry out in pain. But he wasn't normal\nanymore, and it was time he used his powers to his benefit.  She was hardly able to keep up with producing\nenough lubrication to keep their bodies from spontaneously combusting. As it\nwas, her head was bobbing and weaving like that of an old time thumb puppet.\nOnly by her teeth did she manage to keep it from rattling her brain from all of\nthe violence inherent to werewolf sex.\n                When he\nfinally came, it was so dramatic that her teeth withdrew from his skin and she howled.\nHer insides filled up to bursting. She could feel the heat build up as every\nounce of sperm he had flowed into her in a torrent of white, sticky fluid. She\nbegan shaking, and was wracked by one more orgasm that fought to push out the\nmass of red flesh that had invaded her body. There was a momentary impasse, and\nthen his knot shrank and the back pressure of fluid sprayed across the floor.\n                She was\nready to say something but had to wait; her lungs were sucking in oxygen like\nthe air scoop of a supercharged hotrod. He was about to lift her off and onto\nthe bed when the quiet was pierced by a sharp cry. He looked at her, and she at\nhim. \"What was that?\"\n                \"I\ndon't know Mags, but it didn't sound good. We had better go investigate.\"\n                It was\nan abrupt and undignified end to their lovemaking. Neither one complained, for\nat least the interruption had come at the end of it. They hurriedly got robes\non and went to find the cause of the disruption."}