"Stop!"
"You Bastard!"
She cursed him, then alternated to actually sobbing under his onslaught, and all the while endeavoured to keep him from thinking something was wrong. Above the sounds of her protests she could hear the wet slapping and slushing of their bodies as he plied her depths with his member, thrusting his cock deep inside her and then drawing it back out again only to thrust once more.
He may have been good at it, but he wasn't using any skill now. He was taking her with raw, animal desire, probably spurred on by the abuse she heaped on him and the sounds of her anguish. Which worked exactly to her plan.
At some point he leaned forward, setting his mail fists on Shianne's shoulders and leaning over to whisper in her ear, his hips still moving against hers and driving his member into her.
"Scream for me." He chuckled low in his throat.
Shianne didn't oblige him, but instead her eyes met his and glowed with a hatred she didn't have to fake.
"Stop it, you bastard!"
That was evidently enough for him, and she felt his rhythm become frantic and uneven. She cried out again, half in fear and half in pleasure, and thrust herself at him as best she could until she felt the final burst of his orgasm inside her. He convulsed and arched against her in the throes of ecstasy, ramming his cock into her, if anything, harder than before.
When he finally finished, his hot seed filling her and spilling out onto the bed, she slumped back into the sheets, exhausted and rung out. She felt like she'd been running a marathon, and couldn't seem to catch her breath. Sebastian, on the other hand, fairly glowed with satisfaction.
"Dude, you gotta try this. She sounds like she hates it, but she loved every minute of it. This little slut was cumming the whole time!"
"Uhh... maybe later, Bast. Shouldn't we... shouldn't we attend to business?"
Sebastian nodded, tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping them up. Before he could say anything, though, Shianne started to laugh. The moon was all the way up now, the bottom just cresting over the horizon, and its faint rays spilled in through the window, lost to everyone but her.
"Maybe she hit her head harder than we thought?" Armand shifted his position a little, obviously uncomfortable with this turn of events.
"Ya, maybe..."
"You... Bastards." Shianne kept laughing, a raw laugh of triumph and secret knowledge. "You deserve what's coming..."
"Ya, whatever." Sebastian turned away from her and looked at Michael instead. "Armand? Let's get this over with."
"Sure... woah!" Armand's eyes hadn't left Shianne, and they suddenly went big and round with surprise.
"What?"
"Bast... look."
Sebastian rolled his eyes and looked, not sure what to expect. Whatever it was that he had planned on seeing though, this wasn't it. Shianne was thrashing and twisting on the bed as best she could with her limbs tied up as they were, and her body seemed to be... changing?
Thick, silver fur began to sprout from her skin. Her muscles became thicker, corded and strong, while her entire body seemed to stretch and elongate. Her mouth, too, began to stretch and change: her teeth became razor sharp and dangerous looking, her eyes became yellow and feral, and her face started to look more like a muzzle.
"What the Hell?" Sebastian had a fairly good idea what was happening, though.
She was turning into a werewolf.
It took almost a full five minutes, during which no one moved, for Shianne to complete the change. When she was done, she looked... well, still beautiful, but in a feral, alien manner. Unlike movie werewolves she wasn't gross or horrific to look on, she was more like just a big wolf with human proportions. She had a thick mane of black hair surrounding her head, a tail that was lying limp between her legs, and silver fur covered her entire body. Her nails had become sharp claws, and her teeth were now fangs.
However, she was still tied down.
"Woah..." Sebastian had backed up against the wall while he was watching, but managed to calm a little now that she was done. She still thrashed in the bed, evidently trying to escape, but didn't seem to be making any headway.
"Dude! You... you put your dick in that!" Armand was laughing. "Maybe... maybe you'll get rabies."
"Shut up."
Then they both heard it: ropes snapping.
Sebastian whirled in time to see Shianne, trailing the ropes behind her, leaping off the bed towards him. He yelled in surprise and fear, and then was hit with hundreds of pounds of angry wolf.
The two of them tumbled to the floor, rolling and struggling, until Shianne bumped up against a wall. Sebastian let out a little cry of triumph, being on top, and started to reach for his sword. Shianne knew what she was doing, though, and immediately kicked out with her powerful legs, throwing Sebastian across the room.
He impacted heavily with the canopied bed and slumped to the floor. Shianne growled and got to her feet, stalking cautiously towards her opponent. She kept Armand in her peripheral vision, but he seemed to be frozen in place and not about to help any time soon.
"You... can't stop us." Sebastian growled and lurched to his feet, preparing to tackle with her again. A powerful backhand, catching him on the side of the head and opening a long gash on his jaw, sent him sprawling to the ground again.
"Watch me." Shianne's voice was raspy, and her mouth struggled with the now difficult English words, but she managed to make herself understood just before she kicked him across the floor.
In her new shape, her legs were incredibly powerful, and Sebastian was actually lifted into the air and tossed several feet, before landing heavily on the hardwood. Luckily for him, he was wearing the chain mail, otherwise she probably would have disemboweled him right then. This time, realizing he was in a bit of trouble, he staggered to his feet as fast as he could and reached for his sword.
Shianne, who had honestly just been playing with him before, lunged forward as he went for the blade. She caught his wrist and twisted it, causing a small crunching and grinding noise as she broke the series of small bones in there. He yowled in pain as she forcefully spun him around and pressed him to the floor, his hand still clenched tightly in her first.
Sebastian tried to struggle and get his footing, but her foot landed heavily on his back and effectively pinned him. Moments later, he felt her hot breath on his cheek, and that raspy voice came again.
"Scream for me."
Followed by what was disturbingly like a chuckling growl. Sebastian mutely shook his head, refusing to show any more weakness that he was forced to, but accommodated her when she wrenched hard on his arm.
With a pop she dislocated his shoulder, starting the screams, but no one was prepared for the fact that she just kept pulling, pushing down on his back to give herself leverage. A wet tearing noise filled the room, followed immediately by both Sebastian and Armand screaming in stark terror as she tore Sebastian's arm right off.
"Holy shit!"
Shianne turned to see Armand, visibly trembling, staring at her with wide, terrified eyes. As her gaze settled on him, and his settled on Bast's severed arm, he cocked the sword back, obviously intending to bring it down on Michael's neck.
"Don't come any closer!" His hands were shaking violently, and it looked like he had probably wet himself. "I'll do it!"
Shianne just growled and took a step forward, a trail of Sebastian's blood following her as she did. Armand, true to his word, tried to swing the sword at Michael's neck. It would get rid of his leverage, but just maybe he would actually accomplish what they'd come here to go.
Shianne was too fast for him, though. One of her paws caught the sword blade as it descended and knocked it out of Armand's hands, while the other cuffed him across the face and opened gashes across his cheek which matched the ones on the other side.
He collapsed to the floor beside his sword, and for a moment or two his vision was filled with Shianne's powerful, clawed foot. Then a strong hand gripped him about the neck and hoisted him into the air until he was face to face with an angry wolf. It was a bit comforting that he could feel warm blood welling against his skin where she'd been cut by the sword, but not very since it looked like she was about to kill him.
"Shi... anne. No." Michael's voice, weak and barely audible over Sebastian's frenzied whimpering, made Shianne turn to look at him.
Michael had managed to free himself from the bolt, although Shianne wasn't sure how, and was standing. Although he held himself erect, his shoulders hunched a little more than normal and he swayed an infinitesimal amount. For a normal person, that would be doing incredible considering the gaping hole in his chest, but Shianne could tell that he was struggling.
"Let... me." Still, the vampire managed a wicked grin, and Armand moaned in fear at the sight of the other man's fangs.
The same fear motivated Armand's legs when Shianne dropped him, propelling him towards the door with the speed of someone who spent most of his days at the gym. He even made it three steps before two strong hands caught hold of him and held him fast. One hand clamped around his neck, bruising the soft flesh and constricting his breathing a little, while the other wrestled his hands together and clamped them tightly behind his back.
He had thought that Shianne was strong, her paw had held him firmly and she was powerful enough to lift him clear off the ground. Very few people could claim similar. Armand realized now that she was still a 90 pound weakling when compared to Michael. There was no denying those hands, they held him fast and firm like vice grips. They were attached to arms that, for all intents and purposes, might as well have been solid steel, and Armand had very little illusions about his ability to escape this alive.
"You should see... what happens when you try... try to destroy a man's life." Michael's voice was soft, and almost seductive in Armand's ear. No breath accompanied the words, though, and there was a dark undertone there which scared Armand more than anything he'd seen so far. "Without knowing... everything about him."
Armand didn't see Michael jerk his head at Shianne, who had so far been patiently waiting, but he did see the result. She stalked quickly over to Sebastian, who was still writhing on the floor and holding tenuously to consciousness, and flipped the unfortunate man over.
Bast's eyes were glassy and unfocused with shock, but managed to clear when several hundred pounds of wolf sat on his chest and glared down at him. Shianne's mouth parted in a growl that chilled Sebastian's blood, and he was treated to an up close view of a muzzle full of sharp teeth meant expressly for tearing flesh.
That was, in fact, the last thing he saw. Armand was forced to watch as Shianne struck, opening her jaws and tearing out Sebastian's throat with one mighty bite. He had other things to worry about, though, as he felt Michael shift his weight and two bright points of pain exploded in his neck.
Michael, normally such a dainty eater, went directly for Armand's carotid artery. The resulting well of blood was too much for him to swallow, and as he drank as much of Armand's life as he could, the rest of it flowed in great rivers down the unfortunate man's chest. Armand cried out and tried to struggle, but it was in vain, if anything the hands holding him became firmer and more resolved as his own strength literally drained away.
It was over within moments, and Michael just let Armand's body fall to the floor, growling a little in satisfaction. Shianne gave him a lupine grin, made faintly horrible by the sight of the blood matted in the hair along her muzzle, and loped over to him.
Michael found a chair, not the one he'd been confined in, and collapsed into it. Shianne came over and curled herself up against his legs, watching for a moment as the hole in Michael's chest knit itself shut. When there was only a scab left to show that anything had ever been there, she bumped her head against his knees.
Chuckling, Michael reached down and stroked her head. His hand passed over the collar, which hadn't disappeared in the change, and then started to scratch behind her ear. Shianne wuffed at him in pleasure, her left leg beating against the floor the way a domestic dog's might.
"I wonder what finally gave them the resolve to try this?" After a few minutes, Michael finally got around to collecting his thoughts and giving voice to what had just happened.
Shianne shook her head, not knowing the answer.
"Oh, poo. You survived." Both of them started in surprise as a sultry, feminine voice came from outside the door.
"And you killed our toys!" Another voice, more girlish but still full of promises of pleasure, joined the first.
Hailey and Ashleigh quickly followed their voices into the room.
"You two!" Shianne was growling immediately and leapt to her feet, obviously intent on going for the girls' throats. Only Michael's firm grip on her collar kept her from actually acting on the impulse.
"Nice to see you, ladies." Michael's voice was filled with sarcasm, and more than a little of the same dark threat Armand heard. "I assume you had something to do with this?"
Bast and Armand would have been surprised to see the two girls that were standing in the room. They were naked, which would have been familiar, and still very much the embodiment of youthful female beauty. However, a few things had changed. At the base of their spine, just before the delectable curves of their behinds started, sprouted two long, twisting tails which ended in leathery little triangles. Sprouting out between the girls' shoulder blades were large bat wings, and their foreheads were adorned with small, almost dainty, goat horns.
"Now why would you think something like that?" Ashleigh playfully bit her finger as she looked at Michael, trying her best to act innocent.
"You did refer to these two as yours."
"Oh, that... well, okay, fine." Hailey rolled her eyes and poked experimentally at the ruin which had been Sebastian with her painted toe nails. "Maybe we gave them a nudge or two in the right direction."
"After all, what's a little friendly competition between the supernatural?"
Shianne growled, and Michael shook his head.
"Don't compare yourselves to me. What you do to men like them... it's sick."
"Sick? Ha! Under my influence, Sebastian felt and was like a God!"
"For a week, and then he would suffer a massive heart attack from exhaustion." Michael shook his head. "Even if he survived, he would be completely sterile and probably a vegetable."
"Well... everything has a price." Ashleigh giggled a little to try and lighten the mood, but Shianne responded with another growl. "Look, fine... you two have this little town so keyed up that an honest demon can't even get a decent meal. We thought that... you know... maybe someone could do something about it."
"Enough. Be gone, succubus, before I sic Shianne on you." Michael waved one hand at the door, while slowly unpeeling the fingers of his other from Shianne's collar. Shianne whined in impatience and strained against his grip, baring her fangs in case the two demonesses had any illusions about whether she'd do it or not.
"Hey now, be nice." Ashleigh's eyes widened as Michael let another finger go, and it looked like Shianne might just snap the collar. "Fine, we're going."
"See you later, Mikey darling." Hailey giggled, blew Michael a kiss, and then backed quickly out of the room. Shianne couldn't actually kill their essence, but she could certainly destroy their current bodies.
Ashleigh followed quickly, and several minutes later Shianne's ears perked up as she heard a truck squeal out of the driveway. Growling to herself, she settled once again at Michael's feet and let him go back to petting her.
*
"Two nights in a row." Ted grumbled to himself as he stumbled down the stairs. "Better have something good this time." He'd been woken up by the sound of Sebastian's horn, but it was too dark and raining outside to see anything but the shape of the vehicle.
When he opened the door, though, it wasn't Sebastian standing there. Ashleigh, soaked from head to toe, stood there with her sister. They were both wearing white T shirts and jeans, and he could see their tempting breasts right through the soaking cloth. It took him another few moments to notice that they had both been crying recently.
"Woah! What's wrong you two?"
"Oh Ted, something terrible happened..."
Ted didn't have any qualms about opening the door, and found himself immediately hugging two wet, sobbing, and incredibly desirable women. It was hard to concentrate on their emotional state when they were clinging to him, warm and friendly and separated by only a very thin layer of clothing.
"Hush... hush, now, tell me everything."
