1. The Wolves of Berlin


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Death, Exhibitionism, First Time, Horror, Lesbian, Monster, Murder, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    that rolls toward you the only thing to do is make sure you're not in the way." Bethanie made a rude noise. "When I came back, she wasn't the same woman anymore. I don’t know if something happened to cause it or if she just started to drift at some point, but…well, it got to the point that I had to lock her up. She's rabid, you see. In the official records she's dead, and I'm serving abroad. You know the drill: fake names, illegal lease. The landlord assumes we're spies and I have to pay him double. I had to keep her hidden. You understand, yes?” He seemed to be dozing off. The exhaustion that must have been creeping in on him all night was mixing with the alcohol. "Two weeks ago she seemed to be getting better. Sounded more like her old self. I unlocked the door for a while, even though I knew it was stupid. And then of course--poof--she disappeared. Since then she's been out there somewhere, doing God knows what. She needs help. That's why I came looking for you." "You want me to help your wife?" "I want you to kill her." Bethanie gaped. "There's nothing left of her anymore. I want someone to end it. I don't know if there's any peace for creatures like us, but I can hope. Who else would I turn to?" He sagged a little more in his chair. "But when I finally worked up the courage to come talk to you I became afraid. You seemed so angry, so...dangerous. So I ran away. And now here we are." Bethanie settled uncomfortably into another chair. The drafty apartment seemed that ...
    much colder now. "Now you know everything. Well, not everything, but as much as you have to. Tell me, do you know how to kill a werewolf?" Bethanie thought back to her Aunt Sophia's lessons: "The best thing is blessed silver. Other holy objects work: icons of saints, sacred relics, that kind of thing. Sometimes just enough trauma will do it: cut the head off or blow it up. But now and then they come back even from that. Silver is the only thing that works every time, as long as it's blessed." "That's true," said Fontenoy. "But here is one other way: If the werewolf really wants to die, he can kill himself. Almost anything works then. Even aconite." He tried to set his glass down but he dropped it instead. Bethanie pulled her feet up, as if the spillage itself was deadly. "I'd been saving it for after Madeline is dead, but I'm not strong enough. You'll take care of everything now, won't you? I know you hate me, but you'll do this because it's your duty. Right?” His eyes were red, pained, bleary with tears. She wondered what her own looked like. He seemed to drift into a fitful sleep then. After 20 minutes his breathing became pained. After 30 minutes he started to twitch and writhe. After 45 minutes he became sluggish, and his breathing was so shallow that Bethanie could not have heard it if not for the utter, icy desolation of the apartment. After an hour he stopped breathing entirely and slumped over, twisted, sweat-drenched, and pale. The entire time Bethanie sat and watched, ...
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