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human disorder. Most of the other myths had a grain of truth to them, although some were Hollywood-produced. Wolfbane, for example, was irritating to any wolf or dog because of its smell, almost undetectable to humans. It wouldn’t really stop a werewolf.
The silver bullet thing was nonsense, but the full moon as catalyst for the change might be tied to the monthly female cycle. Now dog bitches have two receptive cycles per year, while wolves have only one. The combination of the wolf and human genes did not cause the human with the alien wolf genes to become less receptive, rather, on a monthly cycle tied to the moon, the female would ovulate in the human fashion.
This would touch off the chemistry necessary for her change into the form of a werewolf.
Any human male affected by the gene combination, upon reaching puberty, would be susceptible to the change in preparation for the mating ritual, if his keen senses smelled the ovulating female. These traits were all subject to the normal rules of genetics where some traits were dominant and some recessive. In this case, the human ties with the moon were the dominant trait. The association of the wolf with the full moon was only an accidental coincidence. These remain unproven hypotheses, but tenable in any case.
Thus, the bite of a werewolf was not only an interesting myth, but also a clue to solving the puzzle. If a susceptible person were bitten by a person carrying the alien DNA, they could indeed be infected. Even sex with such a person could introduce the genes, if skin were broken. She took notes on some of the bones, setting aside the ones that seemed most irregular, while she mulled these things over. There was nothing quite like the thrill of hands-on research.
Usha was collecting bones from ancient, still guarded graves of reputed werewolves. The castle graveyard was perfect as it housed the remains of many an alleged werewolf. Some of these dated from before the building of the castle by a famous werewolf, Arshak von Baron. If she could collect sufficient DNA samples, the project might be successful. Even if this 76
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project kept her from having a social life and made her lose the respect of her colleagues, it was fulfilling.
As a half-German whose father boasted of having a werewolf heritage, she had been looking for answers her entire life—especially after he had been found naked and dead aside a mangled beef cow in a neighbor’s pasture. The neighbor complained that he heard a commotion, the baying of a wolf and had aimed in desperation at the big dog or coyote attacking his herd. The mystery remained unsolved.
The castle was enormous and creepy in many ways, but the thrill of being in such a place of history made up for its dank cold. She had set up a minimum of tables, which held her many collection bottles. Part of the work would entail collecting folklore, so as soon as she was introduced to locals willing to talk, that part of her research could begin. Many of the old families had volunteered already, but some were leery of American researchers and careful about disclosing secrets, but they might be convinced about her sincerity when they found out that she, too, had ties to their world. Her senses seemed alive with the buzz of her research.
She set down the ledger and picked up an open box holding bones out of sector nine. She suddenly felt uneasy, as if she could sense a presence. She strained to hear and the hollow sound of steps made her freeze. The damn castle was cold enough, but she hadn’t expected Holbeker, her host, to show up yet. Her sudden fear felt ridiculous, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding.
“H-hello? Who’s there?” Her voice was tremulous. No—
she was sure there were two sets of footsteps now coming toward her. She felt her legs turn rubbery and an irrational terror washed over her. It was preternaturally quiet, save for the hollow sound of feet approaching.
There was silence and then two big men entered the vaulted room. Usha sighed. Probably wandering tourists—but why are they in costume?
“Can I help you? This is private property,” she said in English, then in German.
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They looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion. They wore wolf skins draped over their rough, medieval-looking garments. The weapons they carried were awesome replicas as well. Are they staging some sort of reenactment?
Had they asked permission? If so, why wasn’t I informed? What a waste of time!
Usha repeated her question and finally the stockier of the two, a black-haired fellow answered. She fell back against the wall when she heard his speech—authentic Old High German!
She knew it well because she was one of the few in the world who knew it well enough to converse, however awkwardly, in that august lost tongue.
“We do not understand your strange tongue. Who are you, mistress? Why are you in our castle?” His sharp glance took her in and she felt his gaze traveling shamelessly over her body.
His clothing was mostly leather as was that of his companion.
He was handsome in a vicious sort of way. Usha felt her knees go weak under his gaze. Her jaws worked at mustering an answer, but shock caused her only to stare foolishly.
The other one, a strong-looking blond-haired man, tapped the speaker’s shoulder and sniffed the air. He spoke in whispers to his companion, his thick hair falling over his face as he nodded. She noticed that they had perfect replicas of the tattoos, which the old German tribes used to sport on all of their visible skin. They really do know their stuff!
He finally said, “Welcome. You must come from a far off land. You are a foreigner?”
Usha shook off her shock and answered in modern German, “Cut it out guys, I know you may be in the thick of some kind of fantasy reenactment, but I really don’t have the time. I admit that you are really good and you must have done some careful research on the period, but this is private property, and I am busy.” They were intriguing and good looking, too, but she didn’t have the time to play with them.
They again looked at each other, and began to converse easily in the ancient tongue. “It is a female creature. Where could she have come from? Is she a dangerous outsider or 78
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could she be part of the old pack? Why does she wear such odd clothing?”
Usha felt a chill run down her spine. Their speech was too easy to be contrived. It carried an accent that seemed authentic and their pronunciation was unlike the stuff they learned in the classroom—linguistic approximations of sounds no longer known. Besides this, the men seemed genuinely convinced of their roles, unlike actors, or worse yet, re-enactors.
She decided to play along with them. If they wanted to role-play, she was the queen of cosplay. She’d stun them. A nerd like her had no boyfriends, hell—no friends at all. She was a stodgy professor, but her only release was going to those anime conventions where she could dress up and act like somebody she wasn’t. Last year she’d gone as a vampire from the anime series Blood Lust. She could be a German frau, too. No, a German princess or duchess!
Usha drew herself up and said in her best Old High German, “I am the duchess of this castle. Pray tell me your business. My servants are all away and I do not usually deal with lowborn hunters.”
This time they looked befuddled. “You are the mistress?
When did you arrive? We have been here for five hundred years and have never seen you!”
Usha was getting into their game. “Why, only five hundred years? Oh yes, I have been on a small voyage that took that long. My, you are young pups! I have lived here for a mere thousand years before my journey to the wild-lands of the west.”
Now they appeared truly interested. They really were serious about their cosplay!
“Lady, are you the mate of Artaxias the Silver-mane? Are you the one he awaits?” the black-haired one asked respectfully.
“Oh him. Well, I am no bitch of his. If he wants me, then he will have to beg,” she sniffed. “You see, I am greater than any other woman in the world. A woman of my beauty and high birth can have any sixteen-year-old I want.”
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They fell back in shock. The blond man regained his composure and now looked enraged. “You would desire a sixteen-year-old?”
She decided that this was starting to scare her. These men were too serious about their roles.
The black-haired man stood tall and looked affronted.
“You dare refer to my lord in that way? You must indeed be an imposter. Are you a puny human? We will see.” He tapped the blond, who must have been his subordinate, and pointed at her.
The blond approached, falling to his knees and boldly sniffing her crotch. She shrieked and pulled back. “How dare you?” They had the upper hand again, Usha realized, but they both jumped and backed away at her reaction. Apparently, they were doing some bluffing of their own.
“Are you no better than dogs?” she asked angrily.
They seemed to be frightened again.
“Why are you here?” the black-haired one demanded as he rubbed his fierce cudgel. They stared at her brazenly. The blond man had thick hair past his wide shoulders. He moved it back as he tried to peer at Usha. His sharp blue eyes took her in hungrily. She had to admit that he was stunningly handsome, but his black-haired companion was equally well endowed. He had his hair tied in a ponytail with a leather band, but it was quite curly. His eyes were a hazel, almost golden color.
Beads and strips of leather were woven into their hair and parts of their furs were decorated with bear claws and what appeared to be small bunches of human hair of all colors and lengths tied with fine strips of leather. Their tattoos gave them an even fiercer aspect and, when they bared their strong white teeth, looking like predators, Usha was reminded of the stories of the fierce warrior tribes of pre-Christian Germany. She’d never seen such authentic costumes.
Usha was almost too confused to continue her ruse, but she asked, “By whose order do you come into my territory?”
“I…we…are…this is our territory, my lady,” the beefy blond stuttered. He drooled visibly as he looked her over. He 80
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absently scratched at the bulge in his crude pants.
“Who are you? Why are you here? Who sent you? Do you change by the moon? Who is your goddess?” The black-haired man was more demanding. He held his weapon as if ready to strike.
The torrent of questions terrified her. More frightening was the look on their faces. “Wha…” She gave up her act and began to back away from them. What had she gotten herself into? Was she going to end up dead at the hands of these mad cosplaying bastards? She looked toward the winding stone steps, but knew they led only to a dangerous parapet. They stood before the crude door arch, whose door had long since crumbled. Behind her was another arch leading into yet another room. She quickly plotted.
They were looking at her hungrily now, their features changing entirely. They seemed to sense her fear, and like dogs, they were intrigued. She was trembling now, the terror of the situation and the dank cold combining forces against her. She glanced at the spiraling stone steps and started to dash in that direction, but turned sharply toward the next room. She could hear them speaking as she ran, but her legs refused to move as quickly as she willed them to, so great was her terror.
The black-haired man spoke with hunger in his voice, “We shall have our way with her and then eat her sweet, terrified flesh, brother. She is a mortal, a mere human! She almost deceived us!”
The other growled. The sound of their heavy weapons clashed to the floor as if they would no longer need them.
Usha turned and looked at them, but dread made her movements slow as if she were wading through deep water.
She saw them whip her specimens off the makeshift table and onto the ground. She heard a heavy foot crushing the delicate pieces, and somehow her mind registered a picture of how they would find her—a renown, but lonely anthropologist, murdered and found among her beloved specimens. All of her enemies among the faculty would attend her funeral and speak in hushed tones about how the crazy woman had gotten what 81
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she deserved. She tried to cry out, but only a thin wail escaped her.
The blond man lunged at her and grabbed her ankles. She fell to the floor and writhed against him, but he stuck his face in her crotch, sniffing and nipping at her like a big dog. The other man tore at her blouse and she felt her bra being wrenched off. His face was buried in her full breasts and he sucked hard at one of her nipples. She beat at him ineffectually as the other man pulled her jeans off and tore her flimsy panties into shreds. He roughly jammed his face in and lapped at her, his tongue exploring deeply as her choked screams mingled with his lusty grunts. She bit the ear of the man at her breast and he sunk his teeth into her nipple.
The pain that shot through her made her quake violently.
The men must have been frightened by her agonized screech, because they stopped, jumped away from her and stared incredulously. The pain began to change as her body convulsed. It first became liquid agony and then slowly her body lit up with the erotic thrill it caused. She shuddered and quaked as her loins contracted against the orgasm that shook her. She took a breast in each hand and squeezed tightly, not caring for their astonished and now panicky looks. Her legs kicked as another orgasm made her scream high and brokenly.
Usha rolled back and forth as they backed away. She rubbed her body on the stone floors, on the walls, anything to relieve the aching desire that came over her again and again.
Then she looked over at them. Both had loosened their clothing. Their swollen cocks were visible and she was hungry for them—hungry in a way she’d never experienced before.
She looked at them with animal lust, and by the looks on their faces, they were both frightened and out of their minds with yearning of their own.
Their tongues lolled out of their mouths as they watched her rubbing her naked body against the stone. They moved jerkily as if trying to anticipate her next move.
“Take off your clothes,” she said in a rough, growling voice.
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They whimpered like scared puppies as she ordered them again. They complied with shaking hands. Usha approached the blond and struck him with a big, hairy paw. He hit the wall with a loud smack and began to writhe as he took his real form as a werewolf. He screamed and convulsed as the massive muscles and fur became visible. The final change came to his handsome face, but she was surprised at the attractiveness of the result. His eyes sparkled with lust. They were lined with a black color that appeared almost painted on, making him look strangely like a pharaoh. His whiskers stood out as he pulled back his lips in a snarl that revealed long white teeth. The canines were curved and sharp.
Usha looked at his tawny fur ticked with white and was pleased. He opened his drooling mouth and exposed sharp teeth in a wolfish smile. He stood on his haunches, but as she reached for him, he fell to the ground and rolled over, showing his stomach like a submissive dog. Urine trickled from the sheath where his penis still hid. She bent over his whining body and licked him until he was fully exposed and trembling with both desire and fear. She could smell it.
She turned toward the black-haired man, but he had already transformed. His rich black fur contrasted with his yellow eyes.
He looked down in submission. She lifted a mighty paw and he fell without being hit, and like his comrade, submitted his pissing belly. Usha approached and put a paw over it. His cock quivered, but obligingly came out. She licked at it and he grunted deeply. The tawny wolf approached meekly and offered himself. She lapped them both until their full, enormous cocks were exposed. They were hungry for her and she was ravenous.
She roared and her slavering jaws smacked. A full-throated howl escaped her and the two males joined her in a howling chorus. She slapped the large black male to the ground and pushed the other over to him. The black male huddled with the tawny one and looked up at her. She was aroused by the manner in which their cocks bobbed when she slapped them.
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them. Each of them vied for her attention, snarling and growling when the other received it.
The blond got up and rubbed against Usha’s rump. She felt his heavy cock against her thigh and she wanted it. She growled and wrestled him down. When she had him on his back, she rubbed at his cock with her massive paw, making him thrust madly. She sat on him and he went wild in an attempt to penetrate her. She rode him, but didn’t allow entrance. The black werewolf hovered over them, stepping from one clawed foot to the other, producing a loud clicking sound in rhythm with the tawny wolf’s thrusts, and when she released the blond, he fell upon him and they struggled in a roaring, biting tangle.
She roared her disapproval, but they continued to fight.
Finally, she stopped their fight by swiping a mighty claw at them and they circled her. The blond again attempted to rub against Usha and she finally fell onto all fours to receive him.
He bit her neck and held on as he fumbled, thrusting madly until finally he found her swollen pussy. He lunged in again and again, until he finally strained against her and was unable to move. His penis, like that of any wolf, had swollen and was unable to escape the tightness of her cavity. Usha was paralyzed by the sensation. She was caught up in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. She howled and they joined her.
Then, she felt added pressure that threatened to increase her already frantic orgasm to the point of insanity. The black-haired werewolf mounted the blond and began to thrust into him. Her mind sought a connection and soon she found herself in the mind of the blond wolf so that she felt it as the black one pushed his way in. He thrust and thrust until the tawny wolf’s body was lit up with a quaking as the other’s cock came into contact with the hot spot in the blond’s ass. He rocked with the other’s orgasm so that she felt both of them.
