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“So you condemn your lover to lose his position Morrigan.”

She wasn't surprised by the sound of the Count's voice behind her but she was startled by just how close he was when she whirled to face him. He was too close for her to lash out though that didn't stop her from trying when he opened her robe. His grip on her wrist was firm but it didn't hurt though it left her nowhere to go when he pulled her toward him.

The press of his lips on hers was demanding but she refused to yeild to it. Only Carl had shown that she could trust him enough to yeild her will to his, she certainly wouldn't let the Count take her without a fight.

“What a little wild cat you are Morrigan.”

Eyes flashing and narrow with anger she growled softly, "You've no idea!" as her free hand came up and raked her nails across his cheek while her knee drove up sharply into his groin forcing him to release her.

Freed she didn't wait to lecture or speak but merely ran from the room, tying her robe closed once more as she went. At the first servant she came to she demanded to know where Carl was and was given directions to the room where he was meeting with the Minister. She didn't think, she merely acted as she raced through the halls of the castle and burst through the doorway she'd been pointed to.

She saw nothing but Carl as she ran into the room and crushed herself tightly against him having to fight back sobs of fear, frustration, and rage, "I'm going to kill him! If he lays a hand on me again I swear it will make what I did just now seem like a birthday present!"
 
She saw nothing but Carl as she ran into the room and crushed herself tightly against him having to fight back sobs of fear, frustration, and rage,

"I'm going to kill him! If he lays a hand on me again I swear it will make what I did just now seem like a birthday present!"


The scene was awkward the Minister of Culture staring at the young beauty her robe in disarray and her firm young breasts just barely covered. Although Morrigan presented a quite sensual picture it was obvious that the Minster was quite upset. As he saw the dark look in Dr. Kolkac’s eyes.

Tepes?

He asked one look at the young American beauty answered his question as her eyes flared with anger.

I shall see to it Herr Doctor.

The little man scurried off leaving Morrigan in Carl’s arms. He just held her until she calmed and caught her breath.

“Come we will pack now.”

By the time they reached their room Yuri was now where to be seen.

It did not take long for them to pack and be on their way. As they drove away Carl turned to Morrigan.

“What happened.”
 
“Come we will pack now.”

Morrigan nodded her head and followed him back up to their room. A part of her felt a pang of regret as she packed. She may want to leave the castle itself but a part of her wished they could take just this room with them. She'd have pleasant memories of it all her days. Still she pushed her htoughts away and packed quickly. She didn't have much to pack so it was easy enough and done faster than most would have expected from a woman.

Safely ensconced in their car she wasn't surprised when Carl turned to her, “What happened.”

She told him. She didn't hold anything back including her revulsion at his manhandling her or the claw marks on his face and the knee to his groin. By the time she was done she was looking out the window wondering if she'd gone overboard or if Carl would be disappointed in what she'd done. She wasn't sure how she would deal with it if he was angry with her for what she'd done.
 
Count Tepes ran his hand over the tracks of Morrigan’s nails as he watched the car pull away from Castle Bran. So the little wildcat had claws. The wounds where minor but his pride had been hurt and he howled his rage, determined to make the young beauty pay for the insult. It was common knowledge where Dr. Kolkac was headed and the remote village deep within Transylvania and the Carpathian Mountains was an area plagued by bandits and gypsy bands where people often disappeared and the young American coed’s beauty would soon attract the attention of these bands.

Tepes would sent a message that would start his plan for revenge in motion,

Soon my proud beauty soon. He muttered as rubbed his cheek.


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Morrigan told him. She didn't hold anything back including her revulsion at his manhandling her or the claw marks on his face and the knee to his groin. By the time she was done she was looking out the window wondering if she'd gone overboard or if Carl would be disappointed in what she'd done.

Kolkac was not upset with his young lover but her firry spirit did put them in a rather compromising position. Men like the Count might accept her rejection, but to mare his face and to strike him in such an intimate manner would not go unanswered. Carl sighed and kept his eyes on the winding mountain road.

“I fear you have made a rather powerful enemy Morrigan.”

He shifted the car down into third gear and he patted her thigh and then a smiled bowed his lips.

“So you are quite a little wildcat when you have to be.”

Carl paused as his hand rested on her thigh.

“Be careful for Tepes’s family is known to be rather vindictive and he is a proud man.”

Kolkac let the subject drop and they took a track off the man road that was little more than a set of parallel ruts that wound deeper into the mountains and the National park. Occasionally they would pass peasants tendering their flocks their dress traditional and they could have steeped through a window in time taking them back a hundred years or more.

When they arrived at the isolated village it was easy to believe in werewolves and vampires. The village square was dominated by the village church and a small Inn. Several men lounged around the village square and their eyes hungrily feasted on Morrigan her hiking shorts exposing her long athletic legs and her smooth pale skin bring lustful looks from them. Carl spoke to the Inn keeper in Romanian and they where given a room tucked under the eves of the Inn on the second floor with a bathroom at the end of the hall. It had no shower only a tub and no lock on the door. Their room just large enough for a bed and a small desk.

“ Not quite Castle Bran Morrigan.”

Carl teased her. After freshening up, where Carl stood guard, they had supper in the common room of the Inn. It was a simple meal of goulash and bread and a local beer. They went to their room and swept this beauty into his arms and kissed her hard.

“Not regrets?”
 
“No regrets?” “Be careful for Tepes’s family is known to be rather vindictive and he is a proud man.”

Morrigan snorted in a most unladylike manner and in a way that said she wasn't as worried about the Count as Carl was. Oh she took his words to heart and had no doubt that the Count was both proud and powerful, especially in these parts, but she wouldn't let him rule her life with fear either. What would come would come and she would fight if she needed to to keep his filthy hands off her body and away from her entirely. Still she promised herself that she wouldn't be reckless and would indeed be careful in the village they were going to and remain close to Carl to help curb any trouble she might have put them in.

As they drove through the countryside she tried not to shiver from the warmth of his hand on her thigh but found herself shifting slightly not and then under the warm touch of his fingers on her bare skin. Even such a simple touch from this man could draw heat to her flesh. Trying to ignore the urgings of her body she stared out her window at the beauty of the countryside around her. It was like driving through a portal in time to a place where nothing changed because it didn't need to. The old ways were proven to work so why change them seemed to be the common theme.

The villiage itself was picturesque as Morrigan found herself charmed by the simplicity of it. Even the lustful looks of the men lounging near the Inn didn't mar her childish joy in the small town square. Of course it helped that she didn't speak Romanian and had no idea if their conversation actually turned to her or if just their eyes did.

Following Carl up to their room she smiled brightly when he said it was no Castle Bran.

"I don't need a castle," she said with a laugh and a smile. "I just need a bed and you nearby to be content." Pressing a kiss to his cheek she went to clean up for dinner and was glad to know that he gaurded the door for her.

The dinner itself was simple but delicious and Morrigan was grateful that she wasn't being plied with glass after glass of wine to make her act foolish. When the Innkeeper came by at one point she thanked him and complimented his cook before looking to Carl to translate for her. It seemed to please the man that she liked the food set before her and she suspected that word traveled fast around these parts and that it was well known that they'd been to Castle Bran before coming here.

Back in their room she laughed in delight as Carl pulled her flush against him at last, “No regrets?”

Shaking her head she leaned up and brushed a tender kiss against his lips, "No Carl. No regrets at all."
 
Back in their room she laughed in delight as Carl pulled her flush against him at last, “No regrets?”

Shaking her head she leaned up and brushed a tender kiss against his lips, "No Carl. No regrets at all."


Kolkac surrendered to Morrigan’s kiss his hands sensually running over her body he trilled at the feel of her under his hands. Stepping back he pulled her t-shirt over her head leaving her silken hair a seductive tangle that framed her angelic face his kisses trialed down her throat adoring her supple young body, her bra fluttering to the floor. In reverent silence Carl’s hands slid the zipper of Morrigan’s shorts down, the metallic whisper of it the only sound other than the young beauty’s labored breathing. He slid her shorts and panties down her long sculptured legs his kisses adoring each new patch of new beared skin. Sweeping Morrigan into his arms, he laid her on the bed. Carl slipped her boots and socks off his lips brushed the arch of her dainty feet, a devilish smile creased his face as he suckled each one of her toes. Kolkac laughed as Morrigan giggled and struggled before slowly kissing his way back up her body to claim her sweet sex. He drove her wild supped on her sweet dewy nectar before taking the shy young beauty. When he finally reached his own climax the howl of a wolf split the night air as Morrigan bucked and thrashed in ecstasy under him. They fell asleep in each others arms.

Dark haunting dreams filled Dr. Kolkac’s dreams. He was fighting his way threw a tangled gothic woods, he could see Morrigan running her clothing in tatters, the cry of the wolf echoing in the night, echoing in his soul. She was cornered as two hug wolves circled her, lust in their dark eyes each vying for her each desiring her for their lover.

Carl woke with a start his body shimmering in sheen of sweat bathed in the slivery light of the three quarters moon. His breathing rapid and shallow his fingers laced in Morrigan’s silky tresses, his lips hovering over hers.
 
Morrigan reveled in the way he took her. Each kiss and caress so tender and caring that it filled her heart in ways she hadn't known it could be filled and through it all she never doubted his control, knew that if he stood and ordered her to her knees she would fall to them. The sweet reverant way he claimed her was as much for his pleasure as hers and she savored it, gave herself over to it fully and her cry joined his when his release at last claimed him.

With a sigh of utter contentment she fell asleep in his arms and slept a deep dreamless sleep. Under the light of hte moon she was unaware of the dreams that haunted Carl. All her unconcious mind knew was that she needed to be near him and it kept her there through the night.
 
Each time that Kolkac had taken Morrigan was more sensual more dominate as the moon had grown from its quarter to nearly full now. In a matter of a day or so the moon would be full. Carl’s strength and virility seemed to increase with the moons fullness. Now his body shimmering in sheen of sweat bathed in the slivery light of the three quarters moon. His breathing rapid and shallow his fingers laced in Morrigan’s silky tresses, his lips hovering over hers, they claimed the sleeping beauty’s as he drew her into that hungering kiss.

“Morrigan I need you!”

Carl’s voiced was choked with passion his eyes blazing with his need for his young lover they shown like a wolf’s in the darken room only illuminated by the ghostly light of the moon. Hiss fingers entwined in her silken mane drew her lips to hover over his hard cock. His body rippled with the raw power she had seen before. His every movement commanding domineering and yet strangely they seemed to beg her to submit to him totally.

“Kneel before me, please me, I need you so vixen!”

The tip of his cock brushed the sleepy beauty’s firm ripe lips, the howl of the wolf echoed through the mountains and mingled with the vow sensual growl that escaped Carl’s lips. There was a surrealistic quality to the scene of Master and lover as his needs drew Morrigan from her sleep.
 
“Morrigan I need you!”

Morrigan groaned soft as his lips claimed hers to draw her from sleep. She cam up through the layers of conciousness slowly aware only that he needed her awake. Her body moved restlessly as he shifted her so that her lips hovered over the tip of his cock. It was a strange angle for her as she was only half awake but his voice drew her fully to awake once more.

“Kneel before me, please me, I need you so vixen!”

She didn't think she simply did as he demanded. She could hear the need in his voice, hear that he didn't want just her mouth but her submission as well and she gave him both. Shifting on the bed she slid to the floor and drew him to the edge of the bed. Her head tipped over him and her lips closed around his cock, her mouth gentle and warm as it closed around his flesh.

She worked him slowly, gently, tongue and lips dancing on his flesh to draw as much pleasure from his body as she could.
 
She didn't think she simply did as he demanded, worked him slowly, gently, tongue and lips dancing on his flesh to draw as much pleasure from his body as she could.

Carl’s fingers caressed Morrigan’s silken mane as she knelt before him her soft moist ripe lips “O”ed around his cock. her head bobbing up and down his shat till Her little nose was pressed against his groin her mouth and throat filled with him. He sighed moaned and growled his pleasure as her tongue pleased and teased him. Morrigan gave herself fully to Carl submitting to his hands that guided her, encouraged her to be bolder. He was throbbing in her mouth on the edge of his climax when Kolkac slipped from Morrigan’s mouth. He drew her to the bed laid her down as her drew her hands above her head he fumbled with the sheet and ripped two strips from them and looped them round her dainty wrist. He paused for a moment to see if she would whisper her safe word McGyver.


His need for her was smoldering in his eyes, as began to bind Morrigan’s hands to the headboard. He knew that she feared being bound after her encounter with Count Tepes.
 
He drew her to the bed laid her down as her drew her hands above her head he fumbled with the sheet and ripped two strips from them and looped them round her dainty wrist.

Morrigan's eyes flared wide and a low whimpering filled her throat as she watched him loop the torn sheets around her wrists. The word McGyver screamed through her head and she was on the verge of speaking it until she looked into his eyes and saw the need burning there as well as his hesitation...that moment he took to see if she would call her safeword to have him stop.

Seeing him pause reassured her that if she did indeed call her safeword he would stop and so she remained quiet though she trembled in fear as he bound her hands above her head. Her eyes locked on his trusting him not to hurt her.
 
she remained quiet though she trembled in fear as he bound her hands above her head. Her eyes locked on his trusting him not to hurt her.

Again the sound of cloth being ripped and Morrigan felt her ankles captured and bound. Tepes hand only bound her wrist in chains where she could still have some freedom but Kolkac had bound her ankles as well leaving the stunning young beauty spread-eagled and defenseless. His eyes returned to hold hers captive, Carl saw the girl’s silent plea not to hurt her the trust that shimmered in them as well as the fear that trembled through her. Kolkac cupped her face tenderly and his lips gently brushed Morrigan’s. There was a smoldering passion in his eyes raw, primal as the wolf that howled in the mountains. In that moment he could have been that wolf as he growled his need his head bending to the girl’s breast to capture her nipple. Kisses, sensual little nips and seductive tonguing worshiped her from head to toe, leaving a liquid trail of fire in their wake. His howl of conquest echoed and mingled with the Lord of the forest as he thrust into his lover’s bound body. He made love to her in a wild fit of passion driving into her welcoming body, ripping pleasure from her until his own pleasure flooded the young beauty.

He collapsed on her spent, exhausted, still buried deep with in her locked in a lover’s embrace. He was bearly able to release the bounds that held Morrigan’s wrist captive before sleep claimed him.
 
He collapsed on her spent, exhausted, still buried deep with in her locked in a lover’s embrace. He was bearly able to release the bounds that held Morrigan’s wrist captive before sleep claimed him.

Morrigan was in awe as her arms wrapped around him. She didn't want to move out from under him which was good because she couldn't. Holding him though she didn't sleep this time. Her fingertips brushed across his shoulder as she held him and wondered at what had drawn such a fit of passion from him. It had been amazing but it frightened her as well...it had been almost as if he were trying to use her body to banish some demon that haunted him.

Laying there wrapped in his arms and able to still feel him inside of her she couldn't help but wonder if this was in some way connected to the Count's comment that Carl was a child of hte night and would consume her.

Eventually she slept once more but it was a restless sleep and didn't refresh her but instead left her more drained than before.
 
Morrigan was in awe as her arms wrapped around him. Her fingertips brushed across his shoulder as she held him.

The young beauty’s life had changed so much in a matter of days. Her friends and family back in the states would be shocked to find this vibrant young independent beauty, had allowed herself to be bound, held captive and submitting to a man’s will never, mine a man old enough to be her father, that in itself would of shocked them for young teenaged beauty’s did not falling love with stodgy college professors. Some would find it hard to believe that she would be with any man. Her parents had wondered at her lack of dating and harbored fears that Morrigan might be more attracted to women. Some of her friends thought she might in fact be frigid.

Eventually she slept once more but it was a restless sleep and didn't refresh her but instead left her more drained than before. Her tossing and tuning the little frightened sighs that escaped her lips drew Kolkac from his sleep. Morrigan’s soft chocolate tresses where in wild disarray, her face bore a little grimace from the dreams that plagued her sleep. As the first faint hints of the dawn brightened the eastern horizon Carl freed her trim little ankles and he enfolded her in his arms as she curled her stunning young body to his. Her head resting on his chest his heart beat’s murmured whisper as sensual lover’s lullaby to sooth her troubled mind.

The sun was streaming through the window when he tenderly kissed her awake. His fingers brushing stray hairs from her angelic face as he kissed her awake.

“Time to wake my sweet vixen,” he softly cooed .

“We have much to do today.”

A light breakfast, just bread and fruit, as Kolkac outlined what their day would hold. A hike into the mountains, to interview the herdsmen who had reported the possible werewolf sighting. A hike that would take them deep into the haunted Carpathian mountains. After breakfast it was time to make up their packs for the three to four day journey.


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The scares that Morrigan had left Count Tepes with where angry raw tracks that marred his cheeks and fueled his revenge he would make her pay dearly for the insult, he would make her grovel at his feet and then use her as he pleased. He sat in the small house across the square from the Inn watching and waiting. An evil smile twisted his face when he saw Morrigan and Dr. Kolkac emerged with packs. Once in the mountains and away from prying eyes this young American beauty would enter his world and there would be no one to save her from his revenge.
 
“We have much to do today.”

Morrigan groaned softly as she came up through the layers of concousness. She'd finally drifted off into deeper sleep when he'd untied her ankles and let her body curl against his in a more natural position. She didn't want to wake now after so little sleep but his kisses drew her awake like Sleeping Beauty and her Prince.

At last her eyes fluttered open and her lips returned his kiss, " All right I'm up."

She was glad that breakfast was light because she just didn't think she could have eaten all that much and she spent most of it listening as Carl outlined the hike they'd be making and what they'd be doing once they reached their destination. She loved the sound of it. She adored hiking and had good clothes for it.

She dressed quickly in a fresh pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt, both of which draped her curves gently but had enough room to make hiking comfortable. Her hiking boots were sturdy and well. Once dressed she helped Carl make up their packs and grinned at him as she hoisted hers onto her back.

"Let's go," she said with a grin and contentedly followed him out of the Inn and off toward the forest. She had no idea they were being watched and once out into the sunshine she forgot her bad nights sleep and simply enjoyed the beautiful day.
 
"Let's go," she said with a grin and contentedly followed him out of the Inn and off toward the forest.

The eyes of the men of the village followed Morrigan as she walked through the square, they drank in her youthful beauty and her long naked legs. Each one of them would have sold his soul to have her. Their society was strict with ridged codes of conduct yet she was a foreigner and outside those cinctures. Dr. Kolkac did not seem to notice the looks the men gave Morrigan he was preoccupied as he twisted the ring on his finger the talisman that would stave off the madness. He had felt the old madness growing stronger as the moon grew from a quarter to three quarters moon tonight it would be full, to night would come the danger. He knew he should have left Morrigan at castle Bran or found some excuse to send her to Budapest until the danger was passed yet he could not send his lover away now. Just let the magic work again Carl silently prayed as they hiked into the mountains. They would spend the night at the monastery of St Gregory, the monks would have them sleep in separate rooms all would be well it had to be.

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It was not hard for Count Tepes to find three men more than willing to assist him in his plans for revenge as long as the count would let them enjoy the charms of the young American coed. In fact it brought a smile to his scared face this haughty proud beauty given to these the lowest class of society amused him. Yet when she was confronted by the reality of what was to come only broadened his smile.

Count they have taken the trail for th monastery.

“Excellent”

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Dr. Kolkac and Morrigan hiked higher up the mountain and deeper into the dark forest. Small patches of mist swirled trough the woods giving it a surreal appearance that would have done any Gothic horror novel proud. It such a setting it was easy to believe the old myths of werewolves and vampires.

Carl had worn the typical European hiking shorts the leg no more than 4 inches The muscles of his legs where like bans of iron, his rucksack riding almost effortlessly on his shoulders. Around noon they reached a high mountain meadow in the forest a small stream wending its way down through it. Its waters icy cold from the glacier where it was born let so inviting. They had a lunch of bread and cheese and rested on the grassy slop.

“Beautiful isn’t Morrigan?”

He smiled as his eyes looked out over the valley.

“We should reach the Monastery of St Gregory by two.”

Carl went on to explain that that would be their base of operations for the next week or so..

“I fear the Monks will insist we have separate rooms vixen.”


When they started again the sun was warm on their backs. They where again in the mist shrouded forest when suddenly the trail was blocked by two men holding shotguns.

You may go Sir but the girl well there is a toll for using our path.”

The look in their eyes left no doubt what the toll would be and that Morrigan was to pay it with her body.

Kolkac lurched at the men and screamed


“RUN Morrigan.”
 
“Beautiful isn’t Morrigan?”

Nodding her head in reply she let her gaze follow his and simply admired the wild, untamed beauty around them. It would be easy enough to belive in creatures that stalked the night or that they'd somehow drifted back through time into a world untouched by modern man. She was sad to have to leave the meadow but knew they had to continue on if they were going to make it to the monestary before dark, which came early in the mountains.

As they made their way higher up into the mountains she couldn't help but admire the strength he exuded. There was something about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on, something different. If she didn't know better she could almost have believed he was one of the very creatures they'd come to study and that he'd gotten stronger, more dominant, as the moon had waxed toward full.

Her thoughts were interupted as Carl stopped and she suddenly saw the men blocking their path.

You may go Sir but the girl well there is a toll for using our path.”

That drew a low growl from Morrigan. From the lecherous looks on the mens faces she knew what the toll would be. She didn't get to react however when Carl suddenly lunged for them and hollered at her to run. Dropping her own pack she did as she was told but instead of sprinting off into the woods as would be expected she waited a few seconds for Carl to ram through the men and then went flying up the trail they were on.

Knowing it would lead her to the monestary she ran as swiftly as her legs could carry her up the path and didn't look back, her only thought to find the monks and return with help.
 
Dropping her own pack she did as she was told but instead of sprinting off into the woods as would be expected she waited a few seconds for Carl to ram through the men and then went flying up the trail they were on.

Carl saw Morrigan flash by as he tore into the two men that was the last he saw as the barrel of a shout gun came down on the back of his head. Morrigan hear them scream and then the sound of their wild howls as they came charging down the trial After her. There had been no loud blast from the guns and the pursuit was almost instantaneous, which meant Carl might still be alive and only injured. The limbs of the tress seemed to be alive grasping and tearing at her clothing in her wild flight as if they where alive. The terrified young beauty crested the hill and saw the monastery in the valley below just the other side of a patch of woods. Morrigan heard her pursuers and had no doubt what her fate would be if they caught her. Plunging into the woods Morrigan did not see Tepes and the other man waiting for her she just caught a glimpse of Yuri and then blackness engulfed her and she could feel herself falling in as oblivion closed in around her.

There was a tightness around Morrigan’s throat and when she moved the rattle of metal rang in her ears.

“So nice of you to rejoin us Miss Smythsson.”

Count Tepes’s voice was a hissed greeting and then she hear a groan as her eyes fluttered open to see Carl a thick black collar around his neck and a chain running from it to the wall behind him As she gasped and ran towards her lover her own chain brought her up short, he was just beyond her reach. Tepes knelt down and twisted the ring from Kolkac finger and slipped it in to his pocket

“Shall we leave the lovers alone gentlemen?”

Yuri repeated it in Romanian and the three men exchanged knowing glances and laughed. As Carl came too he saw the full moon rising creeping towards him and as he felt for his ring howled as the light of the full moon touched him and his body began to change. He lay there on the grown twisting in tormented agony drawing back into the corner as he metaphors into something that was not quite human or wolf but an obscene combination of both. His nostrils flared and his firry demonic eyes came to rest on Morrigan.
 
Morrigan groaned as she came back to conciousness. Her head was throbbing fiercely and for a long time she didn't want to even open her eyes as what little light there was hurt. Eventually though she did open her eyes and looked up to see Yuri smirking down at her.

“So nice of you to rejoin us Miss Smythsson.”

Her first instinct was to lunge at him until the sound of another chain rattling drew her gaze to Carl and a low cry of concern filled her throat. Without thought she tried to fly toward him but was caught up short by her own collar and chain. Falling back with a cry of frustration she felt tears welling in her eyes that she couldn't get to him.

“Shall we leave the lovers alone gentlemen?”

She didn't like the way he said that but refused to speak or even look up at him. She knew there was something he knew that she didn't and worried that perhaps Carl was hurt worse than she'd thought and he was going to force her to watch him die before her eyes.

Watching the men leave she sat as close as she could to Carl, wanting to offer him what little comfort she could. Until his howling cry rent the air. As he started to change she watched in awe and fear. She knew she should scramble back across the floor and away from him but she couldn't. This was her Carl and he was obviously in pain. When at last the transformation stopped she was both in awe of and repulsed by what she saw. Part beast, part human he wasn't fully either but she could see Carl's intelligence in his eyes despite the wolf's wild gaze overlaying it.

She knew the minute he focused on her and watched his nostrils flare as if he were drawing in her scent. She still didn't crawl away from him despite the fear that raced through her blood, holding his gaze she whispered softly, "Carl? Carl can you hear me still?"
 
She knew the minute he focused on her and watched his nostrils flare as if he were drawing in her scent. She still didn't crawl away from him despite the fear that raced through her blood, holding his gaze she whispered softly,

"Carl? Carl can you hear me still?"


The creature before her nostrils flared again and its eyes rose to meet hers. They wher dark an tortured and they bored into Morrigan’s as if they where laying her soul bare. The where the eyes of a beast a Creature of the night.. only the faintest glimmer of the man that was trapped within flashed from time to time as if fighting a battle as old as time its self. It took a step forward its eyes never leaving the girl’s. A low ferial growl his only response. He slowly advanced towards the chain beauty half circling her backing Morrigan into a corner and she soon found his chain was much longer than hers and that he could reach her where hers would not allow her to flee. Tepes had been insidious the way he had chained them. The earth beneath Morrigan’s bare feet was damp and cool her back pressed to the wall as the man beast body pressed to hers. They had stripped Kolkac and his body was now covered with a thick ruff of fur. His hot breath washing over the young beauty’s face and neck his long thick tongue licked her cheek as a taloned hand cupped her firm breast trough her t-shirt as the creature through back his head and howled at the moon. A swipe of his hand and Morrigan’s shirt hung in tatters as he pressed his face to her crotch sniffing her .
 
A whimper filled her throat when she realized that he could reach much further than she could. It wasn't long before he had her back into a corner and she realized she had no where to run. She bit her lower lip as his tongue licked her cheek and his taloned hand cupped her breast. Staring up into his eyes she could see a part of Carl still there and that was all that kept her from crying out.

She watched fearfully as his claws flashed and her shirt suddenly lay in tatters on her arms but there wasn't even a nick to her flesh. It was that precision more than anything at the moment that soothed her. Even in this bestial form she found that she trusted Carl not to hurt her. She knew little about wolves except that some species mated for life and she suddenly found herself praying that in this form Carl would identify her as his mate. It might mean sex of a sort that was far more brutal than anything she could imagine but it would keep her alive and keep him from seeing her as a midnight snack.

As his head lowered and he began to sniff at her crotch she felt her cheeks blushing furiously and would normally have pushed him away but she'd seen his razor sharp teeth when he'd licked her cheek and already knew how sharp those claws were. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to anger him.

Wondering if she could sooth him she reached down and brushed her fingers through his thick fur. She was surprised to find it soft and silky to the touch and she let it slide through her fingers as she whispered softly down to him, "Carl, darling, hold me...please."
 
She reached down and brushed her fingers through his thick fur.

"Carl, darling, hold me...please."


“I did try to warn you Morrigan.”

Tepes sneered from the cat walk above the their cell. His three companions laughed as the Count taunted the young beauty.

“You do look so adorable in Chains Morrigan as if you where born to wear them. But who will want you after you have been taken by the beats other than these fine men?”

It seemed there were no bounds to Yuri cruelty.

Morrigan could feel the beast claws as they ripped her shorts from her body his fangs renting her panties. Naked cornered that great tongue snaked out to run the length of her soft pink folds as his taloned hands drew her to him. it snaked deeper and deeper into her exposed pussy as the beast savored her sweet dewy nectar his hands on her hips drawing her to her hands and knees. It was obvious that the beast before her intended to claim her as his bitch and Tepes was going to watch the unholy union and the young coed’s humiliation.
 
“You do look so adorable in Chains Morrigan as if you where born to wear them. But who will want you after you have been taken by the beats other than these fine men?”

Looking up to where she'd heard Yuri's voice a growl as low and primal as any Carl had given filled her throat and if Carl hadn't been before her she would have lunged to the end to her chain to try and reach him though she knew she couldn't. There was nothing rational in her hatred of that man!

Caught against the wall though there was nothing she could do as her shorts and panties were torn from her. He was too strong to fight as he pushed her to her knees. She knew he intended to take her like an animal takes his mate and part of her was actually drawn to that. She knew that inside was Carl, her Carl, the only man she trusted not to hurt her.

Unable to think of anything else she turned her head and stared straight into his eyes as she did the only thing she could think of, she prayed that Carl could hear her in there somewhere and murmured her safeword, "McGyver Carl. McGyver."
 
The look of hatred in the trapped and chained beauty’s eyes thrilled Tepes he would bring this proud young beauty to heel one way or another and he knew that Kolkac was her Achilles heel. He could see the love in her soft doe eyes for the beast man that was her lover even as she was forced to her knees her naked, vulnerable, and at the mercy of the beast he had been transformed into.

"McGyver Carl. McGyver." She whispered again and again as the creature tongue licked at her sweet little pink folds snaking into her stunning young body.

“You came in search of werewolves and now you have found one Morrigan. Do you really think that your hapless pleas will still the beast that rages inside him?”

Yuri hissed his contempt, taunting her as the beast tongue brought her to a shuttering orgasm that rippled through the teen beauty’s body. She could feel his hands on her as the last pitiful shreds of her t-shirt and bra where ripped from her, razor sharp talons and glistening fangs making short work of the scrapes of cloth. A shadow fell over the prostrated girl, and as she lifted her eyes the wolf man was towering over her his taloned claws entwined in her silken hair drawing her sweet lips towards his bestial cock. When her eyes lifted to his Morrigan could see only the faintest flicker of her Carl lost in the lusty torment of the beast’s eyes, and the raw sensual power of the creature that had claimed as he pressed his cock to her lips.
 
“You came in search of werewolves and now you have found one Morrigan. Do you really think that your hapless pleas will still the beast that rages inside him?”

Morrigan ignored him. She didn't even look up at the sound of his voice this time as she felt Carl's tongue reaching inside of her. She should have been repulsed, should have screamed for help but she didn't, this was Carl. Despite his shape now she cared for him and her body recognized him even in this form. As his tongue lapped at her pussy she felt pleasure welling in her and cried out as release claimed her body.

Still whimpering she felt more than saw him moving around her and was sartled when he lifted her head and was confronted by the sight of his cock. He'd been large before and now he was almost frightening. She didn't know if she could wrap her lips around him the way it was obvious he wanted. Holding his eyes she could see Carl's intelligence staring back at her from behind the beast's lust filled gaze and she felt something click in her head.

He wouldn't hurt her. Dominate her certainly, but it was clear that the beast saw her as his mate. She trusted him not to harm her even in this form.

Rising from the floor she wrapped her arms around his neck and grabbed the spot where chain and collar joined giving it a sharp jerk suddenly. Her eyes flashing wide and angry into Carl's, "You aren't just some freak to put on a show for the piece of filth up there Carl!" she growled at him. "If you want your mate then get us the hell out of here,"she hissed.
 
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