Fondest Dreams Ch. 09

Something about the fox's manner bothered Zsálya's human-self, even as her wolf resumed her meal. The vixen was not just anxious for herself, the human thought. But why? Her wolf-self wanted to shrug the incident off, but the human just couldn't.Let's go check on her,she urged the wolf.

It took some persuading, but Zsálya's wolf reluctantly stepped away from the half-eaten doe, licking blood from her muzzle and shaking her head to clear her nose. Zsálya found the fox's scent easily enough, and following it was child's play; the vixen hadn't bothered trying to cover her tracks. A few minutes' tracking and Zsálya was looking at the entrance to the fox's den. The vixen was sitting near the hole, surrounded by a half-dozen little kits. The kits were in better shape than their mother, but not by much. Zsálya surmised that the vixen had been giving the kits almost all the food she found.Where is her reynard,Zsálya wondered,and why does she have kits out of season?How and why the fox had given birth in the fall rather than the spring was a complete mystery, but it was clear that the vixen didn't have a mate with her, and that she was struggling mightily to provide for her young.

There ensued a brief and contentious debate between Zsálya's human and lupine selves. The human wanted to give the foxes the remaining half of their kill. The wolf had nothing against the foxes, but she simply didn't see any reason to help them. Moreover, she wanted to finish her meal. The human countered that their belly was already full, and that eating the other half of the doe would only give them a stomachache. The argument that won the wolf's agreement, though, was quite simple:what if that was us and our cubs?

With the decision made, Zsálya returned to the little clearing where her kill lay. She was grateful to Willi for making her so large; at her normal size she would never have been able to drag the carcass through the woods by herself. It wasn't overly taxing, though, and before long she was laying the doe on the grass near the vixen's den. The kits were well out of sight, but Zsálya could see the fox's eyes watching her from inside her den. The wolf retreated a ways and lay down to see if the fox would accept the gift.

It took some time, but when the vixen finally worked up the courage to come out of her den, she accepted the food readily enough. A minute later the kits were out of the den and gathered around the carcass, eating with gusto. They were incredibly adorable. The vixen looked over to Zsálya for a long moment before she too began to eat. How much the animal actually understood was anyone's guess, but she clearly felt some measure of gratitude to the beautiful black wolf. That was enough for the moment.

Zsálya left the foxes to their meal, her concern for her fellow creatures and her thirst for blood both sated. But now she felt another thirst, a lust ignited by her earlier hunt. Werewolf instinct was strong, and even when unmated an adult Were craved sex after the chase.

Before her sister's mating, Zsálya had had no interest in either hunting or mating. Whether it had to do with the strange bond with her twin, or having met Willi, she now craved Willi after her delightful hunt: his scent, his body... his hard cock.

The restless she-wolf returned to the area where Willi had left her, which she knew was safe from prying eyes. On her way, she spotted a stallion with his mare out in the field. She briefly wondered if her hunt had taken her through their pasture. She studied their dark fur, offset by the bright flaxen of their manes and tails. What strange coloration they had. And they were heavyset animals, probably used for farm work. She couldn't help but notice the difference between them and the small, hardy, somewhat drably-colored native horses of her Carpathian Mountains. She moved to a position where her presence would not startle them and lay down quietly in the grass.

Zsálya's attention was fixated on the two animals, who were totally engrossed in each other, obviously also feeling the urge to mate. The stallion circled the mare, who stood with her legs firmly planted, her tail flagging behind her. She squealed loudly when she felt the stallion's teeth nipping at her body. His front leg pawed the ground as he neighed his response. She was his, and he wouldn't let her go.

The wolf sat mesmerized, her own body responding to the vision of animal lust in front of her. She couldn't turn away as the stallion mounted the mare, plunging his long cock into the mare's receptive body. Zsálya could feel her lupine body heat as she watched, until her burning desire finally drove her to her feet.

She ran back through the forest, to the grassy clearing where Willi had landed earlier, and lay down right in the middle. Zsálya rested her muzzle on her outstretched paws and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep, to join her handsome human in the dream world.

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Once Zsálya was gone from the fox den, there was a gentle flash of light and a humanoid figure appeared, sitting on a large rock nearby. The newcomer had blue skin, gold eyes, and great white wings. It smiled as the foxes gathered around its feet.

"Good work, little ones. Return to your regular duties, please," the being told the kits in its melodious voice. It was speaking in Celestial, the language of the Heavens.

"Yes, Archangel," the kits chorused in the same language. They vanished, each with a tiny flash of light.

Zadkiel turned its gaze on the vixen. "Well, Veris?"

There was another gentle flash, and the vixen took her—its—true angelic form. Veris was shorter than Zadkiel, and its wings smaller, but it possessed the same androgynous beauty. "She passed in every respect," Veris reported with a smile. "Most worthy of extraordinary treatment, and a very sweet person, I must say."

"Most Weres are," Zadkiel remarked absently.

"I see. Why do you suppose that is?"

The archangel shrugged slightly. "My guess would be their strong family ties and pack bonds, but I'm not certain. That's well outside our purview, as you know."

Veris nodded. "Well, she definitely doesn't need to go through Purgatory. I'm sure there's a few venial sins here or there, but it's been a while since I've seen a soul so pure."

"Short life."

"Still."

"Yes. Excellent work as always, Veris. Proceed to your next assignment, please."

Veris bowed. "By your command, Archangel." It vanished with another soft flash.

Zadkiel took a moment to gaze around at the forest's beauty, then vanished as well.

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Willi had changed his dream after Zadkiel left, and Zsálya found herself in the great central library ofSchlossHelsing. She barely noticed the surroundings, looking around hungrily for Willi. She immediately felt herself enfolded in the warmth of his love, and turned to see him rising from a tall leather chair to meet her. Her spirit reached eagerly back to his, pouring out all of her love in return.

Their minds were again entwined, and Zsálya couldn't resist the urge to be close to him. She loved it when he let her wolf out to run, but when he relinquished his body, his mind slept and their souls were separated, causing Zsálya's human-self some level of anxiety. She always felt the need to reestablish their rapport when they were reunited. Tonight her anxiety, the lingering thrill of her hunt, and the heated feelings within her after watching the horses mate all made any distance between them intolerable.

Her sudden movement took Willi aback, and also the way she immediately pressed her body close to his, flinging her arms around his waist. The picture in her mind of the horses mating came across clearly to Willi, and he laughed softly. "Are you frustrated,mein kleiner Wolf?" He hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look into his.

Willi was shocked by the intense fire he saw burning in her blue eyes. Their eyes locked as he brought his hand to her flushed face and gently stroked her cheek. She moaned and pressed her hot cheek into his palm, her eyes closing as if she was already in the throes of passion.

A smile crept across her face, and her breathing slowed as she attempted to use his body to assuage the unbearable fire within hers. She moved closer to him, molding her body into his. She sensed his attempt to pull away but tightened her arms around him, holding him motionless. "Willi, I need you so badly..." She deftly 'thought' their clothing away, feeling his cool skin against hers.

"Zsálya," Willi whispered into her ear. His hands roamed across her hot skin for several moments before he suddenly stopped, his hands frozen in place. "What has gotten into you,meine Liebe?Is this from watching the horses?"

"I-I do not know, Willi." She rubbed her cheek against his chest as she giggled uncontrollably. At this moment she wished she could purr like Grandmother.

Willi slowed his movement as he wondered to himself why his precious little wolf was so sexually aggressive tonight. Should he worry, or was he being paranoid because they were about to part? Perhaps he could consult with Guillame Bertrand? He was the only one who knew anything about the Vlkolak Pack now. Of course, he would have to give some explanation of why he needed the information.That would not end well, and there is no time to fly to Belgium in any case.He absent-mindedly slid his hands down his lovely wolf's back, squeezing her shapely ass and feeling her squirm beneath his touch.

Zsálya knew that look; it meant that Willi's magnificent mind was racing like a thoroughbred horse. She had to make him stop thinking for just a few moments, so she could catch his attention. His cock was growing, hardening, pulsing between their bodies. Zsálya grinned, gazed up into his blue eyes, and let her palms slide down his chest as she sank to her knees in front of him.

"Oh, God, Zsálya, not now, please. We need to determine what is wrong with... oh, Zsálya!" His voice trailed off as she took his hard cock down her throat in one swift motion. His train of thought derailed, and he was barely able to speak, much less think. His fingers slid into her silky hair, pushing her farther down onto his shaft. "My precious girl...mein Gott..."

Willi tried to concentrate, but it was as if his thoughts were being sucked down Zsálya's throat along with his cock. "Zsálya, you will be the death of me!" He finally gave in to her ministrations and reached down to grab her under the shoulders. Willi pulled her to her feet, crushing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. He now needed her as much as she needed him; she had made sure of that!

Willi could barely restrain his newly ignited lust as his mouth traveled across her lithe body. He could hardly speak. "What are you, woman, a mage? You have me under your spell, and I cannot deny you!" he joked.

Zsálya couldn't help but giggle between her moans. "No mage, kind Sir, only a simple Werewolf." She gasped as his lips latched onto her stiff nipple and sucked it deeply into his mouth, his teeth biting down just enough to make her breath catch in her throat.

"There is nothing simple about you, Zsálya, nothing at all. You are the most complicated and intelligent woman I have ever known." <And the only one I will ever love,> he added to himself. Perhaps he might fall in love again someday... but he sincerely doubted it.

Zsálya's nails raked down Willi's back, leaving trails of red. She just couldn't help herself; her wolf was with her, replaying their memory of the horses in the field.

The thought came clearly to Willi once again. "So you want me to be your stallion, Zsálya? I could become a horse for you if you wish." He fairly crushed her breasts in his hands, marveling yet again at the weight and feel of them. He could be anything she wanted; she had but to ask.

"No, I want only you, Willi," she whispered, and flicked out her tongue to lick his earlobe before sucking it lightly. Zsálya smiled to herself when she felt his grip tighten around her flesh. How wonderful her existence was, wrapped in the love of Sir Wilhelm von Helsing. She couldn't imagine what she would have lost if Willi hadn't found his way into her dreams... and into her heart.

"I love you, Willi. I truly do." She hugged him tightly around the neck. Somehow, Zsálya had a feeling that she wouldn't have much longer with him and wanted to be sure he knew.

"I know,mein kleiner Wolf, and I love you as well, with all my heart!" He held her tightly to his chest, lovingly kissing the top of her head. His lips lingered as he savored the feel of her body against his. This coming afternoon, he would have to say goodbye to his little black wolf. He wondered if one thousand years might be long enough to mend his broken heart. <Doubtful.>

Suddenly, Zsálya felt herself being laid down on a bed of green grass, a blue sky above her, a cool breeze blowing by, the smell of flowers in the air. They were now in an endless, sunlit meadow, and she couldn't help but look up at her beloved and smile. She sighed as she felt his hand tangle in her hair and moaned loudly as his hard cock slid into her in one motion.

Why Willi had chosen to change their surroundings he didn't know. He just felt the need for serenity, a place that was as beautiful as his little angel; A place that he could remember and then think of her and only her, no other memories to interfere with this perfect moment, her tight sheath wrapped around his cock, her luscious breasts bare to the sun, her moans in his ears and her love flooding his mind.

Zsálya wrapped her legs around Willi's hips as she moved in time with his thrusts. Over time she had grown to enjoy his way of having sex. Her wolf didn't understand why she liked watching his face as they made love, but she didn't feel the need to explain. She couldn't put it into words anyway. Seeing his love for her reflected in his eyes heightened every moment of her pleasure.

"Oh, Willi, you feel so good inside me. I wish this moment could last forever." And with that, her body exploded in a paroxysm of pleasure, every muscle firing in turn in the most massive climax in her short life.

Zsálya's eyes fluttered open in time to see a tear fall from the corner of Willi's eye. Her hand flew to his face. "Willi, I am fine. Really! I just passed out, I think. I am not hurt in any way."

The look of concern on her face made Wilhelm smile. She was so dear to him. How could he tell her she was leaving him tomorrow? It had to be, but that did not make it easier... or less painful. He took her hand in his and turned her palm so he could lay a gentle kiss on it. "I did not think you were injured,mein kleiner Wolf.I was just overcome by how beautiful you looked after experiencingLa Petite Mort." He laughed softly at the slight tilt to her head which meant she didn't understand.

"'The Little Death?' But I am already dead, Willi." She'd learned French over the past year, but somehow that particular expression had never come up.

Willi kissed her swollen lips tenderly. "No, my love. It means that you were overcome by your passion, so much so that you lost consciousness." No matter how much she learned about the world, hisPrinzessinwas fundamentally just as innocent as she'd been when they first met. Even seeing some of the worst aspects of life through his eyes hadn't darkened her spirit one bit. Just one more thing he loved about her. "Zsálya, you are the most beautiful woman in the world," he told her seriously.

She smiled and blushed. "And I amyourwoman," she replied firmly.

"Until tomorrow." Tears brimmed in Willi's eyes again, and began to run down his cheeks.

Zsálya blinked hard, raising her hands and cupping Willi's face. "What happens tomorrow?" she asked, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.

"You go home."