Midnight Rendezvous © 2000 Ashura Based on "Angels of the Night" (© Ashura) *************************************** *Midnight Based on: * *Rendevous Angels of the Night * * * * Story by: * * Ashura * *************************************** A dense evening fog splashed what little moonlight entered the dense forest at the basin of the towering Barrier Mountains, glistening against the soft skin of a young woman, her blonde hair running down the nape of her neck, tapering off between long, dark, silky bat-like wings seamlessly protruding from her back. Gently, she glided the tip of her tongue against her teeth, looking up at the large silver sphere than hung in the night sky through the leaves. "Mmmm," she purred to herself, "tomorrow night should be a full moon." A smile crossed her face at the first thought that struck her. "It will be time to feed then." With that, she folded her wings around her slim form, slowly fading into the mist that surrounded her. As the morning sun burned away the fog, the village began to slowly come to life as the bustle of everyday life began once again. A young man ran through the crowd of people, apologizing whenever he had the frequent misfortune to run into or over someone. He continued in this manner until he arrived at a small grocery shop where, after catching his breath, he went inside. The man behind the desk looked up and smiled. "Ahh, good morning Mr. McDane. What can I get for ya?" Brushing a strand of his brown hair away from his face, the young man laughed. "Get off yourself, old timer, y'know I hate formalities. I'm just here for the usual full-moon special." The elderly shopkeeper smirked, reaching under his desk. "Sure thing, Ed," he mused, sliding a small box over the counter with a grin. McDane thanked him, dropped off a small pouch of coins, and walked out the door, resuming his sprint once more. The old man in the store looked inside the pouch and sighed. "Strange lad...never tells me what he does with all of that silver. But, as long as he's willing to pay for it, none of my business, I suppose." Ed's mind raced as he hurried home, filled with the worries about tonight. What I wouldn't give, he thought, for a nice thick cloud cover, or... His thought never got completed, though, as he rounded a corner, quickly discovering someone else attempting to do the same and, with a notable thud, having no luck as they both fell back. "Oh," he started, "I'm TERRIBLY sorry about that, miss!" The blonde girl before him took his hand to pull herself up, brushing her dress off and her hair back. "It's alright," she said. "With all the activity at this time of day, things like that happen." After he made sure neither of them was missing anything, McDane finally gave up an apologetic look. "Look, I'm really, REALLY sorry about that. Anything I can do to make it up to you?" The look she flashed him washed a somewhat soothing feeling over his body. "Well, now that I think about it...you are kind of cute, you know? Maybe you could.." she let the words trail off as she came right up into his face. "..let me join you for dinner?" Ed was taken rather aback, given how sudden this was. She hadn't even introduced herself to him, or vice versa as he now realized, plus the was the matter of what he knew would happen tonight, but even so, something about her refused to let him say no. "Well, if that's what you'd like...of course. It would be my pleasure." The young man took her hand in his, raising it to his face. "McDane. Ed McDane." With a kiss to the back of her palm, he added, "a pleasure to meet you, milady." "My," she said through a small laugh, "you certainly do know how to please a girl." Smoke rose from one of the chimneys of a quaint, two-story house, centered a fair distance from the nearby city, as the fireplace located within filled the dining room with a soft, warm glow. "My," the young lady happily murmured over her now-empty plate, "that certainly was delicious. Where did you learn to cook so well?" Smiling, with a small amount of embarrassment, McDane looked down at his own plate, now equally void of food, and said, "Well, when your life forces to live on your own, you learn to do a few things society would find rather strange for a man to do." "Forced?" Ed nodded. "You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you the reason.." As his words trailed off, she sighed. "I guess I'll just leave it at that, then." Just then the clock in the main hall struck the hour, exactly seven times. "Oh dear, it's getting late. I do hate to leave so soon, though..." "No," he said, shaking his head, "it's alright. But...do you suppose, maybe...I could see you again sometime?" She smiled, giving him the answer he had hoped for. With that, he escorted her out. She smiled, thanking him for the wonderful meal, while a lone thought sat in the back of the young lady's mind as she closed the door. "He's mine." That night, Ed sat at the edge of his bed, looking at the small, knife-like contraption laying in the box he had picked up from the store that morning. "Damn...I hate having to do this all the time, but, if I don't, who knows what I'd end up doing to the people here...still, it was nice having dinner with that young lady..umm..crap, what did she say her name was again?" It was right about then he remembered. "Damn it all, I forgot to ask! How could I be so--huh?" His attention shifted towards the sudden draft coming through the glass doors leading to the balcony outside his room. "Funny...thought I locked those." Standing himself up, he went over to close them after making sure there was no moon light shining through. It was then that he saw the slim figurine standing on the balcony. The skimpily made outfit she wore screamed of minimalism, barely covering more than the bottom portions of her voluptuous breasts and the area between her thighs, and was as black as the seductively smooth wings protruding from her back, her long, soft blonde hair falling between them in a ponytail. His mind raced as he realized who he was looking at. "What...how did you get up here? What do you want?" His words trailed off as he watched her slowly come towards him, the light of the stars surrounding her body in a soft glow. Without a word she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking him directly in the eyes, smiling in a way that, in combination with her attire and how her chest was softly pressed against his own, caused a swelling in his groin. She moaned softly as her hand trailed down to the front of his pants, her palm rubbing against the noticeable bulge. "I figured you would have noticed by now what I was after." A part of his mind screamed at him not to listen to her, knowing full well what was going on. His actions, however, ignored that voice of wisdom as his hands came up around her waist, gently brushing her back, not reacting in any hostile way to the soft, somewhat sensuous protrusions coming out of it. She moaned softly, then slowly slid away from him, stepping back out towards the balcony, beckoning him to follow. That small part of his mind tried again to stop him, fully aware of what would happen if he was out there when the clouds blocking the moon drifted away. Desperately his quickly-weakening will tried to stop him... Too late. The woman had lured her prey out into the open, the leather outfit she wore rolled up on the balcony floor in front of her alongside McDane's shirt. Leaning her up against the railing, his lips locked around hers as she tenderly undid the fastener to his belt, sliding his pants and undergarments off simultaneously. As he kicked them off, she broke there kiss, looking him right in the eyes with a seductive glare. "Take me." The woman leaned herself back against the railing a bit further, bringing her legs up around McDane's waist, her hand reaching down for his shaft to guide it in. Just then, though, the last bit of cloud blocking out the moonlight passed by, illuminating the area in a silvery glow. Ed thrust his head back, gripping the sides of his skull in pain, getting a curious glance from the seductress beneath him. "What in the world...?" He gave no answer, except for the pain filled growls eminating from his throat as his muscles tightened and grew. His almost perfectly hairless skin slowly became covered in a thick layer of fur, while his face slowly grew in length, almost like a...snout. Suddenly, the blonde realized what was happening. "Oh my god...you're...a werewolf!" Her instincts proved true as the beast that had once been McDane thrust his head back, howling into the night. As she lay there, still pinned between him and the rail, she saw the creature glaring at her, his eyes showing a sense of some kind of hunger. Her terror was only momentary, soon replaced by a malicious sense of pleasure as she realized he had no intention of making a meal out of her. "A werewolf, hmm..this could be interesting." Loosening her leglock around the lupine's waist, she dropped down to her knees, taking his soft, yet still rather large, growth in her hands. "Let's see what kind of strength you have, my gorgeous little slave," she mused as she slowly brought her lips around it. The creature growled with a hint of pleasure, his shaft hardening once again in her mouth. Moaning with pleasure, she slowly pumped her mouth back and forth along his erection, while her free hand kept itself occupied manipulating itself around her soaking wet opening. The werewolf pulled its teeth back as he struggled to hold himself back as the seductress at his feet tenderly sucked and licked his shaft, gagging, slightly, for a moment as she devoured it in all the way down to the engorged knot at the base. Then, to his shock and slight disappointment, she pulled away from him. Standing, she turned around and bent over, her hands grasping the balcony's guardrail. "Now, my little wolf...it's my turn." With his sense of judgement clouded by the combination of her irresistable seduction and his own animal instincts, McDane wasted no time in clamping his clawed hands around her waist and driving himself hard into her, causing her to scream with ecstacy. As her juices dripped out from her velvety cunt the woman gently rocked her hips back in rhythm with his, taking more and more of his shaft in with each successive thrust. Soon she felt his knot graze against her clit, then again, then a third time, then on the fourth time it pushed clear past her opening, being completely swallowed within her. As the couple continued to rock themselves together with a continuously rising tempo, McDane's knot constantly squeezed in and out of her, quickly bringing her to the edge. Their breath came heavier with each push, their moans of pleasure slowly grew louder and louder until, finally, neither of them could hold back any farther. The werewolf's howl echoed through the night along with her cry of ecstacy as her body violently shook in an explosive climax, while he too went over the edge, filling her quaking cunt with his seed to the point that their come dripped down his shaft, running down his leg, and collecting in a sweet, sticky pool at it his feet. When McDane opened his eyes, he squinted as the light from the dawn shown through his balcony door, which was still open. "What...morning already?" Grogilly he sat up in his bed, trying to collect his thoughts, failing to notice his fingertips brushing against something else laying in his bed. "But it was the middle of the night just a moment ago. What happened to the time? Was it all...just a dream?" he wondered as he stood up and walked over to close the doors. "Hmm..it might have been. That thing I picked up from the old man probably messed with my mind when I used it...that girl, the dinner...it was all probably just some damned dream." It was then that he noticed the box laying on the floor. The silver knife-like object lay inside it, untouched and perfectly clean. "What the? Didn't I...then...it wasn't a dream after all?" He rattled his head violently. "Doesn't make any sense..." "Doesn't it, though?" A soft, familiar voice came from behind him. He turned to find the young blonde girl sitting up in his bed. "How the....how did you..." McDane struggled to try and make sense of things. Then, slowly, it all came back to him. "Oh...so, that dinner WAS real...and so was..." his words trailed off as he went into a short, embarrassed stupor. "But, if I didn't use that, then...did I...?" "Turn into a werewolf, you mean?" she said, finishing his question. "Yes, and I must say, it was fantastic." She slid out from under the bedsheets, walking over to him. "We'll have to do that more often." McDane made no effort to resist her. He wasn't sure why, but his will to keep from listening to the young woman's suggestions was flat out gone. "Really...like when?" Smiling, the wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well, there's another full moon out tonight...but there's no real need to wait quite so long." McDane looked perplexed. "Well, I figured you would have noticed by now that neither of us is exactly what you'd call normal...I can do a few things that might surprise you." As she drew him back towards the bed, the balcony doors slammed shut, the curtains in front of them drew closed, and the entire room went dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of a false moonlight. As McDane's body went through its painful transformation again, she gently massaged his groin, laughing to herself at the fact that he was completely oblivious to: His soul, and his body, whether he liked it or not, was now hers. Forever.