Perverts 'R' Us

Requiem - Chapter 3

By Danyealle ( M/F, non-human, plot )

Because of the battleground the school had become many people, herself in included, chose not to attend the graduation ceremony. Instead they picked up their diplomas, once they were available, and then left the campus. For those who opted to pick them up it was probably one of the smartest moves they could ever make.

Less than 48 hours after the diplomas were issued to those who wanted them what was going on in the rest of the world visited the college. A bomb had been planted in the president's office as well as other faculty and administrators. But what really shook her up was seeing and hearing that the dorm she had lived in had been targeted as well. The explosives used on the dorm were so powerful that the building had almost been totally destroyed. If that wasn't bad enough the worst had happened, there had been no survivors.

After she left she took Lex up on his offer, to stay with his clan. Her parents, who had become increasingly alarmed by the state of things, had given their blessing to it. They, themselves, were packing up and leaving, heading to Montana where they had a small cabin. It had always been used for vacations, fishing trips and the like. There was no electricity, it had never been wired for it, nor did it have any running water.

They did have plans to get those problems fixed and to have it spruced up a bit but it would be a while before they could get it all done, ensuring that they were going to be living rough for a while. Even though they knew it wouldn't be the most pleasant situation they were desperate to go somewhere to get away from a situation that grew worse with each passing day. They were going to make sure they kept in touch with her although the way things were progressing they might not be able to. Just before leaving they gave her a stern warning not to come looking for them if the correspondence stopped, to keep herself safe and not to worry about them.

Two days after they left she moved into the Bloodfang enclave. Once there she found out that she wasn't the only human that had been recruited by the werewolves. There were others in the enclave as well. Like her, they had been contracted to work on various things, like an energy source that would power what they needed so they wouldn't be reliant on the energy sources of the humans.

One of the things that stunned her once she began working on the communications system was just how many werewolves there were around the world as well as how organized they were. As time went on and she worked with more of them she grew to respect them for their honor, abilities and discipline.

Over the next five years she traveled all over the world, from bone-chilling Siberia to the middle east where she was required to disguise herself as a man so as not to arouse suspicion among the Islamic ruled countries. Her job at that point was to set up the communications network in what the werewolves were calling hubs. Those were vast underground complexes that were going to be used by various clans when the time came when it would no longer be safe in the clan villages, something all knew was coming at some point in the not so distant future.

It was when she was on the very last job, in the Amazon jungle when she met Wynter. Because the rainforest was so vast and sparsely populated it was an ideal place to build the biggest hub. Not only was it well hidden, even those that do research on various things in the massive jungle wouldn't be able to see anything amiss, it was the most fortified. It was that hub that was going to be the place where the Council of Werewolves, the ruling body that would do the jobs of the US president and the Supreme Court combined, would be housed. Not only would it be perfect to monitor the events around the world without being noticed, it was also nicely suited so that no one would become suspicious about the comings and goings of lot's of people. That was something that had been a problem with other hubs.

When she had arrived the complex was still under construction. Wynter was there working on various things, such as designing a security system. Handsome, with sandy brown hair he stood a muscular 7'2" with brown eyes, the kind of body you got from hard work, not from going to a gym.

From the very beginning something between them had clicked, drawing them together. Unlike the 'normal' world there really wasn't any way to go on a date. Instead they spent time together watching movies on the DVD player in his quarters or had picnics on the grass in the small area around the entrance. Mostly though, they just talked.

As most that knew the both of them expected they became lovers. That coupling was her first experience with a true werewolf. Of course she hadn't been celibate during all the work but those she had slept with were lycanthropes, created werewolves. Because they had started out as humans before they were changed they still had the human build other than when they shifted to full werewolf. She had assumed that because the Garou had a human form they would be the same. That wasn't the case as she found out. Like the big physical attributes, the height, weight, muscle structure what was between his legs was super-sized as well, a good 14 inches long.

Wynter understood that she wouldn't be able to take his cock right away without causing her a considerable amount of pain because her body was engineered for humans. Instead of jumping in with a minimal amount of foreplay like so many men did he spent a great deal of time slowly building to that act. Stroking and kissing her flushed skin he seemed to set her body on fire, white hot bolts of pure pleasure dancing along her nervous system, her whole 5'8" tingling madly. He licked, nibbled and kissed her all over, paying special attention to her teacup-sized breasts.

Unable to hold still, her body quivered all over. Her reddish-blonde hair was drenched with sweat and her hazel eyes were rolled back. Panting, she said his name over and over.

Gradually he slid down her sweat soaked, flushed body then positioned himself between her legs. Slowly, he began tonguing her clit and flowered open pussy. As he did this he slid a couple fingers into her then began to twist them around, her juices coating them. His goal with all of it was to get her relaxed and loosened up enough that there would be minimal pain while they fucked.

When he was satisfied that she was slick and loosed up enough he changed positions to what is referred to as missionary. Slowly, he began to ease himself into her tight, almost silken pussy. On her end there had been no pain at all, just that heavy, deep throb in her loins that always signaled her state of arousal. Before long those gentle, slow strokes of his cock became harder and their fucking became more animalistic.

Just as he was starting to feel his balls tighten up, signaling the buildup of his release she arched up off the bed, howling as orgasm after orgasm seized her. Within a couple of minutes his own overtook him. Throwing his head back he howled then began to flood her already drenched pussy with his cum. When he finished he collapsed beside her, panting heavily. Rolling over, she rested her head on his shoulder and pressed tightly to him.

Unfortunately, as much as they wanted to stay together they couldn't. Once she finished her job she had to leave. Since they weren't finished with the hub he couldn't go with her. Once they were both done with what was required of them and everything was operational they would be able to get together again.

Once she arrived back at the Bloodfang compound she started working on the next project the werewolves wanted done. It was to set up something like the internet but only for werewolves. Unless the software for it was installed there was no way to get onto it.

A couple months after her return the situation around the world worsened. Most countries around the world were in chaos. Now, not only were they still targeting governments now the various religions were targeting other religions, just like Lex had predicted. It didn't appear that there were any so-called safe places, places where you could be left alone without being dragged into the nightmare, left. It was at that point that the werewolves began moving into the hubs.

Because they needed contacts in the outside world she had agreed to stay among the humans so she could send all the information she could to the council. Her observations and the news would be invaluable to them. With that they could start planning their coups, what they now called the Requiem. She was set up in a house on a small plot of forested land in British Columbia. While there were still problems here and there around it there weren't nearly as many as there were elsewhere. This arrangement wasn't going to last forever. What they decided was that she would stay for two years then they would rotate someone else to take her place.

Sliding into the office chair, she booted up the computer then began sorting through the plethora of messages, mostly ones from news sites. Slowly she went through them, posting those that were relevant to the council's message board. Once that was done she logged into what most called the "werenet", the private web she created, then logged in to one of the message stations, something like a message board, then began posting a report on what went on that day.

Just as she was finishing up the post a chime sounded, telling her she had mail. Once everything was uploaded she scanned through the new postings while she opened the mail. When she saw the e-mail address her eyes twinkled and a small smile turned up the corners of her mouth. In the body of the e-mail were only five word- "Baby, I'm on my way!"

Grinning from ear to ear, she shut down the computer then headed downstairs. Pouring herself another drink she went back outside and sat on the porch swing, humming softly to herself, still smiling.

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