The Hunters and the Hunted Ch. 01

"A whole lot of fun," he told answered, turning to her. "You may as well find out the whole shebang. After you..."

She looked at him strangely for a moment, then ducked her head and entered. And stopped.

Trudy's blouse was open and her massive mammaries were hanging out. Her skirt was up to her waist and the back of Angelo's head was bobbing up and down between her thighs while she moaned with delight.

A light shove from behind broke Skye out of her fascination and she moved on into the limo, making room for Viktor to enter behind her and shut the door.

"Why don't you sit on the J-seat, here, Skye and I'll satisfy your curiosity," Viktor offered. "May I get you something to drink?"

"Um... what?" Skye looked back at him, confused.

"Angelo is going down on my sister and learning about her unusual traits," Viktor explained patiently. "I will explain mine, but I wanted to know if I could get you something to drink first?" He pointed to the wet bar on the opposite side from the seat. "And I thought you might want to sit here, near the back seat, while I get comfortable."

"Her unusual traits?" Skye asked, moving in slow motion to sit on the edge of the seat while Viktor pulled out a couple of bottles of cold water and set them aside at the ready.

"Yes, her unusual traits," he iterated. "She can show them to you later. I think this..." - he slid his pants down and lifted his shirt - "is what you were originally curious about."

Skye stared.

Where his cock and balls should have been, he looked like a dog. Fur gradually appeared below his navel, extending down between his legs but not onto his thighs. Instead of a human penis, he had a fur-covered sheath and the glistening wet tip of a very pink penis was showing from the slit in the end. Farther down he had a ball sack where a man's would be, but these were much larger and fur-covered as well. And like the hair on his head, the fur on his groin was dark.

She looked over her shoulder at Trudy and moved away from Viktor a little so that she could see what Angelo was doing. And she could see that what he was doing involved fur, in Trudy's groin area.

Her curiosity won out.

She turned back to Viktor and approached him on her knees as he sat on the rear seat, facing his sister. Tentatively, she reached out to touch his sheath. It felt warm and soft to her hand, but she could feel the harder penis within. Hesitantly, she pulled down on the sheath, exposing more of the tip of the penis. It wasn't like a human penis at all - and she would know. She had experience.

But not this kind of experience.

This one was thin and tapered at the tip, gradually thickening to "normal" size. Half a dozen explanations raced through her mind as she got more bold in her fondling of Viktor's manhood, if that's what it was. Secret governmental genetic experimentation, a tissue replacement graft gone wrong, some kind of radiation-induced mutation... and all the while, her suspicions kept growing stronger until she couldn't ignore them anymore.

"You're shapeshifters," she whispered. "Werewolves. You both are. You're real..."

"I assure you, we are very... oh, God! that's good... real, Skye. We live among you and we keep to ourselves. We don't prey on humans except for libido, and we are always very polite about it," Viktor told her as she increased her stimulation of his sheath. His erection was definitely starting to come up now, and the Os Penis made sure he began protruding well out of his sheath.

"Dear God, protect me," Skye breathed as she moved in closer to get a better look at his equipment, especially as his long, tapered phallus emerged from the sheath. "What do you mean, prey on libido?"

"Oh! Fuck! Yes!! Cumming!!" punctuated their conversation from the far end of the limo. Trudy.

"Well, pretty much that," Viktor told her. "Something about human sex just absolutely drives Weres crazy. And not just the Wolves. The Tigers, Boars, Rats and so forth feel the same compulsion. Like I'm feeling with you, right now. Trust me, it takes a supreme effort of will to maintain my self-control around you. And Angelo, too, truth be told."

"And why do you feel you need Her protection?" he added.

"Whose?" Skye asked, not sure what he meant.

"God's," Viktor told her. "Why did you ask for Her protection?"

"Because you scare the shit out of me?" Skye answered honestly. "Now I know about you, and so does Angelo, so you probably have to kill us to make sure your secret doesn't get out."

"We've decided to trust you two because you registered to us as trustworthy. Able to keep secrets," Viktor lied, appealing to her ego and sense of self-worth to be discreet. "No one can know about us except those who are our lovers. We very much want you and Angelo to come home with us and be our lovers."

"You don't get killed at the end or anything nasty, except maybe being hooked on sex with Weres. We don't wipe your minds or anything like that. We are intense and have a wide variety of techniques, toys and stimulation that we use and sometimes that can be too much for a human. But we try to keep it within your tolerances."

"Because of our cultural heritage and our biology, sex with us can look a whole lot like B&D to a human, or even S&M sometimes. There are other advantages, though, like Trudy's milk has phenomenal healing properties for humans. And we have a sort of... I don't know, I guess you'd call it a Metaphysical ability... that lets us connect with our human partners on levels they never imagined existed."

"Trudy's milk?" Skye asked. Viktor chose to skip over it.

"I'm telling you all this now because, once we leave here and go back into the Club, you're going to have to make a decision. If you decide to come with us, the rest of the adventure starts. If you decide not to, you will have to forget all about this, because there won't be any way to get in contact with us, once we leave."

Skye sat and thought - listening to Trudy getting off again - and idly played with Viktor's sheath, watching as his penis jerked and throbbed under her ministrations. She slid her hand up to touch the skin of his penis and was surprised to find it waxy-like and slick, but dry. As she stroked his cock, he suddenly jerked and a small jet of clear fluid came out and ran down onto her hand.

"Is that cum?" she asked, using it to lubricate his swollen waxy phallus.

"No," he moaned softly. "That's pre-cum. If you keep up what you're doing, there will be more."

"Oh." She decided to play with him some more and see if she could make it happen again.

It did. Several times. And each time she added it to the lube already coating his cock. Then she made a decision. She leaned forward and went down on him.

"Oh, God!" he moaned as she threw away any reservations and tried to deepthroat him. After all, it worked for her other lovers, why not this guy? And something about his taste was driving her over the edge.

Viktor came erect the rest of the way and Skye suddenly found herself sucking on a good foot of hot, throbbing meat with the texture of a sausage casing. She backed off a bit. Her tonsils had been gone for a long time, but she didn't want to rupture something else in her throat. She didn't stop stroking him, though. And she didn't stop climbing towards her own climax.

"Skye," he gently told her as he steadied her hand. "I don't want to get off right now and you've got me pretty damned close. I'd like to save it for later. But there is one other thing you should know. And to show you, we need to switch places."

"Oh, my GOD!!" It was Angelo crying out. Skye turned to look and realized that he and Trudy had done just that and that Angelo was now sitting on the seat with his pants around his ankles and Trudy was the one bobbing up and down on him.

"Okay," Skye decided. "It isn't killing him so I guess it's safe for me." She backed up and made some room for Viktor so they could trade places. Once seated, she scooted her small skirt up around her waist and Viktor was surprised and gratified to find out she went commando. And shaved.

He eased into place between her legs and leaned forward to give her pussy a tentative lick, getting a rush off the taste of her sex and finding out just where all her pieces and parts were. His tongue was at least three times as long as a normal human, was very flexible and strong, and was damned near prehensile, based on how he could wrap it around objects and lift them. If he curled it up, he could make it about four times as thick as when not. Skye was about to get a "tongue lashing."

Skye leaned back as Viktor leaned forward and let the plush leather seat support her. Probably a pretty good decision, based on what happened next. Viktor stuck his entire tongue into Skye's already dripping pussy and began wiggling it around, getting familiar with the landscape.

Of course, he hadn't counted on having to scrape Skye off the roof. She damned near crushed his tongue, she came so hard. There is something about a totally alien sensation coupled with heavy duty pheromones that is irresistible. And effective.

As Skye lay there panting hard and getting her breath back, Viktor decided to withdraw his talented tongue from her pussy... and put it in her anus.

Skye was back on the roof.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God..." she whimpered as he probed her forbidden zone. So taboo in fact, that no one had stuck anything other than a finger or a thermometer up there. She was overwhelmed by the new, different and very intense sensations. But she didn't want it to stop, so in a classic example of mind over matter, she exerted her will and stayed put.

And came.

A first for her. And a second, third and fourth by the time Viktor eased up.

"I definitely think we should take this back to our place," he told her. "Ready to go back in, grab another dance and a drink and say goodbye to your friends? You're going away for the weekend."

"Oh, God, yes..." she murmured from her almost comatose position on the back seat.

(Continued)