The Wolf Next Door Chapter 7

The Wolf Next Door

Chapter 7

Candles where lit everywhere in the basement giving the place a serene look. Almost could have been romantic especially being that in the center of the room Foxy was sitting cross-legged and naked. Unfortunately for me, I knew she didn’t sit there for romance. A pit rose in my stomach making me feel the need to squirm. See, she was about to do a miracle and for a Kitsune that meant sacrificing a tail. I didn’t know what the details where, but I knew that before the attack earlier in the day that Foxy had five tails. Now she had two, three used up to keep herself alive. The fourth sacrificed so that I could talk to my mate Dana through our telepathic link.

My name is Vance. An eighteen year-old boy who’s hot neighbor revealed herself as a werewolf. She had also decided to turn me so much better. Even kept a bunch of secrets that came out when the Alpha werewolf of another pack found her. Now it was just me, Foxy and Aysel together. Dana, Remi and Kristen were in the clutches of my rival alpha. Though her probably didn’t see me as an alpha. With a much bigger pack, it was probably gonna be a short contest for the guy to tear me limb from limb. Abandoning my mate meant having her to a worse than death.

Foxy’s tails twitched and I looked at them. Great white tails the two of them. Bushy and tall. The fur looked soft and I wanted to embrace one.

“How long is this going to take?” I asked.

The Kitsune said nothing as she sat. I could barely see her chest move or hear her breath as she sat in her close-eyed trance. It was unnerving me. Especially because my impatience coupled with the audible footfalls of Aysel above as she paced.

I sighed.

“Hush pup,” Foxy said, the first words after she explained the price she would have to pay for me. For the pack. And man the guilt was heavy. Too afraid to move now in fear of continual disturbance, I stood there heart pounding in my ears as I had little mythological knowledge of a Kitsune. What I did know is that a Kitsune’s power directly related to the number of tails. Reduced to one, what would Foxy be?

“I’m ready for you.”

I looked over to Foxy. She was now staring at me, her eyes glowing an ethereal blue.

“What should I do?” I asked.

“Come here,” she said with a sigh. There was an annoyance in it and I wanted to yell at her about the lack of information. Instead, I did as she bid.

I walked over and sat down in front of her. Even though she hadn’t said anything about sitting, I assumed we would have sit at eye level for whatever needed to happen.

“Give me your hands,”she said with seriousness written all over her face.

I present them to her and she grasped them.

“What’s going to happen?” I asked.

“A miracle.”

The candles all went out at the same time, plunging the room into darkness for a second. Foxy’s body became covered in an ethereal blue and that blue light began to grow brighter as seconds passed.

“By the old rules, I offer up for sacrifice, my tail to fulfill this charges wish,” she said. “Grant to him, the ability to use telepathy to its fullest to talk to his mate.”

And like that the spell went off.

I watched as her glow quickly dimmed. That was my first sign that the spell was working. The second is that I watched as one of her tails just blinked out of existence. The third was the physical change that washed over Foxy.

Foxy was a woman who flowed with curves and oozing a sexiness that could almost rival my mate, Dana. Now, I watched as he body shrank and curves disappeared. She went from looking like a woman to a nubile girl right out of high school. Her features regressed in age and where she once oozed confidence, and I could tell how afraid she was now.

She threw my hands away and scurried away from me into the shadows. I reached out but words stuck in my mouth. I sat back in defeat.

Then something else gathered my attention. It was a prayer coupled with an apology. Even though I knew the speed was being used to help the telepathic link between me and Dana, it took me a second to realize that it was Dana.

“Dana?”

“Vance?” She said. I could hear the hurt in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

What else was I going to say?

“For sure?”

“You have this mole on your right butt cheek.”

It was like I could feel the blush on her cheeks. Whatever the spell had done, it had really pushed this link to whatever it could fully be.

“How?”

“Foxy performed a miracle for me so I can find you guys.”

“Vance, don’t.”

Even if her request was grantable, it fell on deaf ears. I had already moved out the basement and through Dana’s house. There was an instinct I couldn’t hold back. Something driving me now to claim back what was mine, and also punish the rival alpha. An alpha who possessed the audacity to come into my territory to take my pack. A growl resonated in my throat, but standing on the front porch, I was surprised that an audience stood before us. Standing before more were four wolves. All of them looked surprised to see me.

“Must be the ones hunting Aysel.”

We stood there for a second. Enough for me to sense that Myself had stepped up behind me. She was in her wolf form, something I just knew by her aura.

“Vance, you can’t win,” Dana said.

“You should have more faith,” I said in the link. Outside of that though, I roared at the group of wolves.

They growled in response.

Like that, the switch flipped. Never thought I would be dumb enough to run headlong into a group of werewolves in human form. The four of them attacked me all at once. It became a blur to me all the dodging and jumping. I am sure I look like some sort of madman but hey, when my change started I didn’t even register it. I just know blood filled the air and I knew it wasn’t mine. What was four soon became three and then two. I knew Myself had taken one-off me, but I had disemboweled the other. It was on the lawn and during one of my dodges from another attack, I land near it. It may have lashed out, but soon I was holding

its head in my hands and flinging the body part at one of the others.

There was some sort of scream of Horror from the one I threw the head out, but it was enough of a distraction for me to grab the other. In a flash, that one lay lifeless on the ground. Somehow it too had lost its head in the scramble. For good measure, I threw it at my other opponent. Again it screamed.

Apparently, it had never found itself in a situation where odd wasn’t in its favor. I overwhelmed it and killing it proved easy. Damn thing tried to struggle and get away, but I proved to fast. Locked between talon and jaw, removing its head Did I mention the blood?

Just like a shower of it. Sure, I had smelt it in the air, but now I noticed that blood covered me head to toe. And it was making me horny. Quickly I tore off whatever ruined clothes I had left.

Sniffing the air, I barely managed to pick up the smell of Aysel. I followed it into the woods across from my house. There, it was only a matter of time before I found her in her human form. She was licking blood off her hands when I came out from the brush.

There was something said between us. Not something I understood, but something that told her that we were gonna rut. Yeah, rut. Sounds like the better word. She immediately turned around and presented herself to me.

I looked at her rump. For a woman, Aysel was surprisingly gorgeous. Of course, she wasn’t as hot as Dana, but the pink slit called to me. And like a month to a flame, I moved towards her.

“Whoa there tiger,” Aysel said holding a hand back at me. “You’re gonna have to lube that thing up before you ram it home.”

I growled in impatience, but agreement. I reached down and found that I was already dripping copious amounts of precum. Rubbing that around for a second, I decided in a second that forget her opinion of the situation. It was mine to take and so I did.

Aysel screamed with my sudden entry. To my astonishment, it wasn’t out of pain, but of pleasure. I hadn’t even begun moving before she was rocking herself off my cock. With a growl of pleasure, I grasped her hips. She may have made me feel good, but I had a need, a blood lust as it were to satisfy.

Being a werewolf meant having sex wasn’t too different from being human. The biggest difference I would have to say is that there existed that bestial surge of power. Being a werewolf also meant that for whatever reason, the physical feelings of sex were exponentially intensified. For example, in my human form, there felt like a wight existed on my body like a condom. In my werewolf form that weight didn’t exist.

Feel like my cock was sliding into velvety heaven bare. Velvety and tight as it massages my probing my cock. I sat there for a moment buried deep in her, relishing the feeling.

“Aren’t you going to continue?” Aysel said with a growl.

Her words broke the serenity I had. Not that I could complain. Who wants to just be joined in sex.

“Well,” I began. “You asked for it.”

I grunted as I slammed myself into her. She screamed out over and over with a barrage of different words. I didn’t really hear what she was saying often, but man the verbiage from her would have put a porn star in a hard-core film to shame. Speaking of that, it gave me an idea.

The strength of a werewolf isn’t apparently matched very well. Sure earlier at the library, I had many books, but some info I read stated as fact that there were few rivals. As such, I put that strength to good use by doing something I had always fantasized about.

With much more exertion than I anticipated, I lifted Aysel up until I was standing. I held her legs up so that her feet were up near my head and had her completely impaled on my cock. Like that, I began thrusting into her violently.

“Jesus Christ Vance, by the moon,” she moaned out while her body bucked against mine. At least I could hear her better now, and she was much tight than before. Might have something to do with how deep I was, but jeez did it feel like I was doing nothing wrong for myself.

So I fucked her like that.