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

    she opened her eyes. The beast lay crumpled at her feet, eyes rolled back in its skull, mouth twisted in the shape of its last bloodthirsty snarl. Somehow, it was dead. It was a moment before she saw that the stained glass shard stuck in the monster's breast. She had run straight at it with the sharpest end pointed for its heart, but by rights it should have broken against the monster's ribs. Instead it had slid in as easily as a blade into its own sheath. Bethanie herself was unharmed. It was insane. It was a miracle. It made no sense at all. Then she remembered what the Jesuit had said: "Every part of the church is holy." She looked at her hand. There was no wound from the broken glass. Even the werewolf's blood had dripped off of her without leaving a stain. Madeline's body reverted to that of a woman. Not the crazed, starved half-beast she'd been a moment ago, but a real, recognizably human person. She looked small and frail in death. Her expression was not peaceful. Bethanie put her hand on Madeline's chest and detected no breath or heartbeat. She tried to close the corpse’s eyes, but they wouldn't stay shut. Bethanie was tired. She lay on the church floor, with her head pillowed on the dead woman. It seemed a respectful gesture. It‘s over, she thought. The candles were burning down, and she thought how pretty they looked. She also thought that it was wrong to kill someone and end up with no blood on your hands. She felt she should cry, but wasn't sure if she actually ...
    did. Maybe just thinking it was good enough. *** She woke up in the dark. It was hard to move. For a fleeting second she thought she was in a coffin but then realized there were other people here, which made her think it was a jail cell instead. Only by listening for some minute to a whispering voice did she come to understand that this was a safe house. In fact, she was still in the church. Bethanie cognized this information slowly, and when it finally clicked she allowed herself however much relief as was appropriate under the circumstances. Rather than any of a half dozen arguably more pertinent questions, the first thing she said was to the voice was, "Who are you?" A pause. "Since I've never actually asked you, this is as good a time as any: Do you have any sins to confess?" She threw her arms around the Jesuit. There was just enough room. It turned out he'd been hiding here the entire time she'd confronted Madeline, who of course had come to the church to kill him, probably following his scent every night since he'd first encountered her. The Jesuit said Bethanie had been awake when he moved her, but she didn't remember it. She chided him for taking the risk of exposing himself to bring her here. He bore the criticism without comment. She was startled to learn that more than a day had passed; she‘d regained consciousness several times but always drifted away again. The men nearest the door in here, who could hear the chiming of a clock outside and dutifully relayed the ...
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