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  I thought maybe my shenanigans could easily be mistaken for some kind of medical complaint – an old- fashioned fainting fit at being surrounded by such terrifying beasts. But I sense that this man knows exactly what I’ve been up to. My skin starts to prickle with heat and arousal. I notice the thick arm clenches me tighter and the force of his muscles sliding beneath his shirt makes me tremble. Feigning fear, I pretend to grapple his grip from me but only enough to peel back the unbuttoned cuff of his pristine white shirt.

  Oh my God. Curls and tufts of thick black hair spring out and I practically squeal in delight. I clench my thighs together as warmth floods my pussy at the sight. I try to bury my nose into his skin but he pulls me into him, forearm tight up under my arm, around my chest, above the breasts, and up to my neck. Perfect. I struggle a little more and he squeezes tighter.

  ‘You are barred,’ he growls into my ear. ‘Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little penchant for our furs.’

  The exit is fast approaching and my nipples start to peak. I can’t break free from him. Not yet. ‘Wait, stop!’ I gasp. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

  ‘Oh yes you do.’ He stops abruptly and releases me, staring right into my eyes with the most piercing gaze. His irises are so blue they are almost white and they are rimmed with black. I can’t take the rest of his features in; they are so dark, so brooding. These eyes grip my attention stronger that any muscle. He is power. I breathe in hard and quickly, my centre of gravity has leaped to my throat and I sway. I am not upset at all when my heaving chest pops open the top two buttons of my blouse. I dare him with my mind to look down. He doesn’t. ‘Some of those pelts are over 300 years old.’ His eyes flash and a terrifying yellow glint sears me. ‘Have you any idea of the damage you could have done?’ His tone is low but hurts my ears. I am so transfixed by his stare that I can’t even tell if his mouth is moving. He has me by the shoulders and gives one hard squeeze. I think I can feel his nails pierce my flesh and I squirm, trying to break his gaze to check if I am bleeding.

  ‘Please, I’m sorry,’ I whisper. The man takes me by the arm once more and practically throws me through the exit. I notice now it is the staff entrance at the back and I’m surrounded by a long, high brick alleyway. For the first time feel genuine fear. The man is much bigger than I first thought and follows me a little, taking care to hold the door open with his heel.

  ‘Stand still where you are.’ His breath is hot on my neck. My skin is dancing again as I feel his fingertips brushing the back of my knee and thigh, pulling my skirt up. The touch is so gentle, I wonder if I am imagining it. Despite my recent fear, I have no compulsion to run, and shift my feet to accommodate the hand traveling slowly up to my underwear. My pussy begins to twitch as the feathery touch hooks into the back of my panties and pulls them aside. I feel two fingers – no, they can’t be fingers, they are sharp but gentle – slip to my aching pussy lips and prise them apart slowly. My juices flood out over them and I groan, bending forward as the man reaches into the back of my hair. The fingernails withdraw and reach further into my mound where they tangle into my own pelt. They feel, I realise, like claws. As soon as I think it, it’s as if they retract into flesh and the fingers retreat to the mouth of my pussy. Do it, do it! I think, needing desperately to surround something. I lean back into him and he slides his two fingers up into me. I clench around them and grind my arse into his forearm. My knickers have become tangled in my pussy lips just at my clit and are applying the perfect pressure as I pulse and rock. I don’t know what he’s doing with those fingers of his but my pussy is throbbing and clawing to come. I am on the brink, one last thrust, that’s it, I think as his fingers withdraw slightly for the final push. I brace myself but suddenly he pulls out completely and my panties slip back into place.

  With his grip still fierce in my hair he growls low into my ear, ‘Here, 9pm.’ He pushes me forward and I stumble into the alley with the sound of the fire exit slamming shut.

  I am early. I tried, oh how I tried to be late! But time seemed to freeze. No matter what I did, I could not be distracted and so here I am and an eternity has passed since closing time at the museum. I pull my fake sheepskin coat tight around me to stave off the evening chill. I had big dilemmas on what to wear, what to shower in, which perfume to choose. Until, in the end I kept on my day clothes and dabbed my pulse points with my own fragrant scent. My pussy has not recovered and is still twitching with heat, want and moisture. My knickers are soaked and the tops of my thighs are raw where I have rubbed them together as I walked to try to gain some relief from my aching.

  When I feel like an hour has passed I check my watch. 8.59. At last the door swings open and a huge figure swoops down and lifts me off my feet. Just as my neck falls back and I am pulled into the building, the clouds flit across the sky to reveal a full moon. The door closes hard behind us and we are at once engulfed in darkness.

  His breath is thick and hot on my neck and his hands tear at my clothing, pulling my coat off and throwing it to the ground. He pushes me into the wall and his head dips to my chest as he exposes my breasts, roughly grabbing them and sinking his face into them. My nipples respond, violently peaking, and I grab his thick hair, holding him into me, letting his mouth devour and suckle me. I shift my feet to the sides and wriggle my bum against the wall to ride my skirt up. He notices, of course he does, and reaches down, slicing the fabric off me with a nail. I shudder. Suddenly he stops and stands before me, still in darkness. Just as I brace myself for another round, I feel my coat being gently replaced around my shoulders.

  ‘Come.’ His voice winds around and into my ear like a dark secret. ‘It’s not yet time.’ He takes my hand and I follow.

  I can smell the differences in the rooms we pass through and inhale deeply as we enter my room. My wolf room. I expect to be stopped and ordered down onto the fur but we keep walking. I’m disappointed. He must sense the shift as he tugs on my wrist. My feet catch on something and I realise we are climbing a steep, spiralling staircase.

  ‘Where are we going?’ I ask as I hear the jangle of keys and a door being unlocked. He says nothing as we enter a small room aglow with candlelight. I blink and take in my surroundings. It is a security office with one wall covered in closed-circuit TV camera monitors. ‘So this is your lair,’ I say while moving towards the desk in front of the screens. I trace my hand over the keyboard and jump as one of the screens flickers into life.

  ‘Sit.’ He pushes me into the springy office chair and reaches over me. I can smell him. I follow his arm with my nose and press it into the thick covering of hair. Shrugging me off, he taps something into the computer. All nine of the monitors come on and each one displays the same scene. My fur room. I stretch out my legs and push the chair backwards, it catches on a rug or carpet and I look down. It’s my wolfskin, here! I turn to get up but he blocks my way. ‘Watch,’ he hisses. I obey.

  As I stare at the empty room on the TVs I start to get bored and my head flops back a little. He is there instantly pushing me up, crushing his face into the back of my neck. It feels delicious and I press against it while his hand reaches around and pins my thigh to the chair. With the other he fixes my head straight and continues kissing my neck. The tiny hairs covering my entire body rise as a woman enters the picture on the screen. She is wearing a blouse, skirt, stockings and heels. It is me. Times nine. I am embarrassed and try to twist my face away but his grip is fierce.

  ‘Watch,’ he repeats and I shamefully see myself bending over with my big bum in the air, sliding to the floor and embracing the fur. I stare at the body spread-eagled and writhing in the feral fibres, humping and thrashing about. I can’t believe it – I thought I was being discreet! I’m like a cat in heat. My skirt is up, exposing my arse with my fingers spreading the cheeks and pulling my panties aside from behind. It looks like an impossible posture with my face firmly planted in the lush fur.

  As I watch myself tugging the lacy fabric further to the side, the ma
n slides his hand up my thigh and clamps my mouth shut with the other. The camera pans in on my backside and nine rude images invade my sight. I can feel my body responding instinctively to the pictures and the smell of my captor’s flesh overpowers my shame. Fuck, my on-screen pussy is being pulled open and the tips of my fingers slide in and out rhythmically in time with my humping motions.

  The acrid musk of the man fills the room now and I feel his jaws and tongue working into my neck and shoulders. It sends mini surges cascading though my body stopping well and truly in my pussy – which is now twitching and pulsing with want. The man pushes my thighs apart and reaches up to it. I welcome him into the heat of me and again feel the strange sensation of nails or claws at my entrance. It is a maddening moment when he teases me, gently circling my pussy with those sharp little instruments. I grunt into the hand and buck my pelvis forward to force him in. He obliges and slides a long, cool digit right up inside me. I suckle it with my wet cunt and rock and writhe on the chair with my eyes fixed on the feral woman fucking herself on screen. I am so horny. I need his cock. I need it.

  Suddenly, without warning and from nowhere, my security guard appears on screen. I still can’t make him out – his face is in constant shadow but his eyes burn and flash through. His body is huge and looming as he approaches. I look so small and feeble compared to him and he gets on all fours behind me. That’s it, fuck me, I think and his finger inside my pussy seems to agree and starts ferociously pounding me as I watch the action. The guard takes a long time sniffing and exploring me with nose and finger tips. I blink to catch a glimpse of what looks like a claw suddenly retract from one of his fingertips. I feel a second finger force its way into me as I see the man unsheathe his tongue now and begin to lick the back of my thighs. I am transfixed as the longest tongue I’ve ever seen slides up my leg to join the fingers frantically frigging at the opening of my wanton engorged sex. I am stunned as it laps at the lips and holes before sliding all the way up and into my cunt. I want to hear it, I want to hear my shrieks and nod to the volume button. He lets go of my mouth and reaches to the control.

  ‘Fuck, fuck, yes!’ I hear myself screaming like a professional and can’t help but be a little impressed. When he turns back to me, the glint is there in his eye and his impossibly white teeth flash. He lunges on to me and starts kissing me hard on the mouth, forcing that tongue into me while his hand starts clawing at my breasts, tearing off my blouse and bra. I open my legs until they are hanging off the chair and push back with my tippy toes. His fingers are still deep inside me and as we crash backwards onto the floor, he hooks them right into my g‑spot and my pussy walls spasm around him. His thumb is on my clit now and his tongue is roaming my mouth and lips. It is so fucking horny.

  We tip sideways onto the fur-lined floor and he withdraws his digits and flips me over onto my front. I tremble and my pussy gushes with excitement at what will happen next. I want that thick tongue all the way in. I want to be licked and fucked until I can’t bear it. He pushes my head into the dense, soft fur and I inhale my master’s musk. I grab it and wind it into my fingers while my pussy is being tickled and lapped at. I feel a stretching at the entrance and contract around it, preparing for the onslaught. My breasts swing over the rug and my nipples brush the bristly long hairs. It is heaven, it is incredible. The hot muscular tongue winds its way from my pussy to my arse and curls around it, sliding in the teensiest way again and again. Yes, I think and slowly he eases me open a little more. I reach up and behind just like in the video and start fingering myself alongside his attentions. It’s not enough. I need to be filled.

  ‘Fuck me,’ I command and the licking stops.

  ‘As you wish.’ His voice is thick and menacing and I love it. I hear clothes being torn and try to turn my head to watch but again, there is only shadow. Suddenly, there is heat, right behind me, right at the place I need it to be. I want to see him, I want to see his cock – to prepare myself for what there might be, but I can’t move. My hands are on the floor next to my face, gripping the fur and bracing me for the impact. My pussy is pulsing and aching and desperate. I clench in tightly as I feel the tip of velvety hard flesh nudge at me. ‘Open yourself.’ It is he who is commanding me now and I try to relax.

  He gives me no time and sinks right in, stretching and impaling me on what must be the hardest and longest cock I’ve ever felt. I shriek as my head is pummelled into the floor with the weight of him. He pulls out achingly slowly, allowing my juices to flood on to him. I am so wet, so wet and so hot. Just as the tip almost retreats, he starts his second dive. Slowly this time, so slowly, I can feel the head pass every ridge of my pussy walls. It is excruciatingly exciting and my bud is jumping, surging with the threat of climax. I feel it building until at last, his huge member is all the way in once more. He starts jabbing quickly, hardly withdrawing at all between thrusts. It is a perfect motion and I can feel the surge in my abdomen swelling to melting point as I start to come. Just as I feel the wave building, he slides a sharp little nail into the entrance of my arse, taking me to another level of excitement.

  ‘Harder!’ I scream and he pulls all the way out and slams into me again and again until, at last, I come. I come and come. I have been well and truly fucked but he keeps going. I am raw but he keeps fucking, harder and harder until, with a howl, I am filled with thick, hot lava. We are burning together and I twitch around him, holding him in for as long as I can while he pants and collapses onto my back. I slowly release the strength in my shoulders and arms and we fall into the wolf fur. As I look to the ceiling, I notice a skylight. The clouds scud past over the moon and the candles go out. We are in darkness. The screens are off and the only light, is the flash and glint of my lover’s eyes.

  It is closing time at the museum. The only sound is the clack-clack of my heels purposefully striding to the natural history section …

  Innocent Demon

  by Lynn Lang

  Father Andreas wasn’t a vain man but he couldn’t completely ignore the whispers and admiring glances that followed him wherever he went. His movie-star looks were incongruous with his black robes – and, as far as the women of Siena, Italy, were concerned, this situation was deeply unfair. This unwanted attention was why he had chosen an area within the church that kept him away from the general population, but when parishioners and admirers alike approached him, he had no recourse but to be polite and pretend not to notice their lust or envy.

  Today, however, he was on a mission and as he walked through the Piazza del Campo, he had no time to chat with the voluptuous Marinella who offered him free gelato, or the kindly old Mr Fiortino, who bowed his head in shame for a past misdemeanour. He was rushing to get to the specialist hospital on the other side of the city and, as he weaved his way through streets that had been designed to confuse invaders, Andreas wished for once they were a little less meandering.

  Andreas barely had any friends, and especially not female ones, but Sister Eva was different. Nuns as a whole weren’t prone to jealousy, but when Eva had been called to join the church five years before, a definite resentment had soon become apparent among the other sisters. Eva was, to put it quite simply, stunning. Even Andreas, who had hardened himself to beauty, had to admit her magnificence. And when she donned her habit, her luminous green eyes dominated her face and made her even more breathtaking.

  Sister Maria, who ran the convent, kept Eva behind the scenes doing chores, at which she proved adept. Eva tended the gardens without complaint and it was through their mutual love of horticulture and nature that Andreas befriended her. They would work in companionable silence, yet every time Andreas looked at her, he caught his breath. Normally, he was able to focus on people’s inner beauty, but not only was Eva blessed with the looks of a goddess, she had the heart of an angel. He struggled with himself constantly when he was near her.

  Eva and Andreas would spend sunny afternoons together planting seeds or picking berries or simply weeding the garden. Sometimes their hands woul
d touch, ever so lightly, and Andreas grew warm and couldn’t help but feel a throbbing ache. He knew he was tempting fate just by being in her presence, but he loved spending time with her and their friendship grew.

  Very occasionally, his feelings of lust would become too great to ignore, and then, late at night, he would pleasure himself, imagining Eva naked and writhing underneath him. The next morning, he would say his prayers and avoid her for a week as a penance. Lately, he had been thinking about her so much that, to put some distance between himself and temptation, he volunteered for a difficult assignment abroad. Little did he realise the danger she would be facing back home.

  Eva’s troubles started when a flu virus made more than half the nuns in her convent ill and she had to substitute as a teacher at the nursery school. One of the fathers of a toddler was captivated by her and, although Sister Eva kept her distance, this man would not be deterred. Over the course of two weeks, he became obsessed and began to stalk Eva, even following her into the convent. The Parish Priest was forced to intervene and Eva returned to her gardening duties.

  The man’s wife, however, was distraught, convinced that her husband had been led astray by the beautiful nun – and, certain that Eva must be possessed by The Devil himself, the woman cursed her. She used every dark oath and piece of magic she could find and, ultimately, Eva became possessed by a demon. A very powerful demon that, so far, every exorcist in Italy had failed to vanquish and expel from her body.

  The demon was literally eating her alive from the inside and everyone was powerless to help her. Except, perhaps for one man – her friend Father Andreas. As the pre-eminent exorcist in the church, he was Eva’s one remaining hope, and he hurried to her as soon as he was told of her predicament.

  When Andreas arrived at the hospital, he heard the profanities even before he saw her. ‘Fuck me, you priest whore!’ a deep voice screamed. He steeled himself and entered Eva’s windowless room. It smelled of sweat and fear but also an alluring scent that he knew was Eva’s femininity. It was dark, so Andreas could only see a priest praying quietly, kneeling at the side of a bed from which a sinister black mist was emanating. He recognised the priest as another exorcist whose approach had been successful in the past, but the anxiety in the man’s voice as he prayed revealed his failure this time.