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Returning Home (UK_Guy_RP & Loneiysong)

Elena freezes in place as he moves closer to kiss her. She blushes as she watched him but as he pulled away, she mentally shook herself. Biting her lip, she blushed as she continued to walk with him.

Seeing his inquisitory glance, she shrugged and looked at him. "Dad, come on, I have studied werewolves ad nauseum. There is little that I do not know." She grinned and looked at him and then looked up and bit her lip taking another puff.

"Dad, I honestly don't expect you to stay. Wolves when hey are lone are roamers. I will not hold you here against your wants and instincts." She rubbed his arm but it was not the touch between family. It was a soothing touch of a lover. She then sighed and looked forward and ran her hand as if touching the surface and the surface of water rippled and the koi swam to the surface as if to feed on her magic. She shifted. She had been getting horny every full moon but she did not trust any man with her feelings and her secret. Looking at him, she blushed again thinking of him climbing over her growling and panting to her.
 
He smiles as she claims she knows every thing about werewolves, it makes him smile that statement.after all after nearly 40 years as one, he still doesn't know it all.the hunt and the chase has led him all over the world, the to and fro as he fought them.he has met many werewolves and other magical creatures, he was still learning.

He loves those glances at him, the flashes of blue eyes, the flick of the head and the pout of the lips, it makes him feel wanted. He smiles back as he moves along side her, the air between them filled with scents and senses. He feels the desire for her and he thinks she desires him, images flash in his mind eye of them together, the thoughts make him flushed and again the blood flows faster and harder.

"Elena, I might be a loner and a roamer But I'm here for the time.I have some business in town. I have a room at the Hyatt, it's paid up for two weeks."

He feels the rubbing of his arm, the fingers rubbing the cotton of the shirt to his hot skin.he imagines the touch naked finger tips to his hairy arm...or his hairy foreleg. He softly growls under his breath, the moon is so strong this month he thinks.

"I want to show you something, you think we would be disturbed here?"
 
She smiled and laughed seeing the grin. He thought she was full of shit. She grinned wider. Elena looked into his eyes and then bit her lip. "Good, that will give me plenty of time to get to know you better. That is something I want to do and I think it will be beneficial for the both of us." She whispered and felt the growl vibrate something deep and primal within her. She looked around and took one final puff of her cigarette and stamped it out.

"Let me take you to my "Spell Garden" I spend the full moons there and I am never disturbed. It is sacred." She smiled and took his hand and began to walk further into the garden. Soon the path veered off to a lesser traveled path through bamboo. Then they emerged into a well kept zen garden. She looked back at him and then stepped into a circle made in the well kept sand. She then looked up and smiled and then made a motion that was paying homage to the moon. Ahead was a forest of cherry trees. The sound of water to the west. She looked at him and smiled.

"This is where I cast elaborate spells, this is where i meditate most. No one ever bothers me. I think it might be one of the spots on earth where our realm blends with that of the spirit world. So naturally all humans avoid it." She moved to the side with a manicured lawn and sat down and watched him. "Show me." She smiled and looked at him and smiled wider.
 
He follows her through the bamboo and the path that leads away from the main garden as he steps through the on to the well maintained lawn, he feels the power. This place is a grove, he can feel it instantly his hair rises. In old England he would have expected a Fey circle or a stone ring to denote the power here but there seems nothing here. He growls again, the power making his heart sing and his eyes flash in desire, desire to shift to be unbound and free.

He listens about the spell making and again marvels about all this, an untrained witch who can control such forces of nature and find and bind herself to such a place is unheard of. He watches her sit three with an eager and open amusement on her face, clearing keen to understand and see without fear or concern.

At her clear demand of show me.. he pulls off his shirt and undoes his trousers, he looks a bit embarrassed about his modesty as his strong chest and healed wound is revealed. He turns his back to hide himself from her as he removes his underwear…wondering what she makes of her father stripping in front of her.

His back to her, shifts, the movement lightening like, from a tall man to the wolf, the moment seeming to shrink and extend the dropping to the paws and the bristling of hair, the tail appearing and the back arching. Before her suddenly is a large gray brown wolf, eyes flashing gold and tongue lolling as if to imply amusement. The silent padding as it turns and approaches the eyes watching her closely to detect her reaction.
 
She blushed as her father began to undress before her. Quickly she looked down to protect his modesty. But she had caught a glimpse of that very handsome chest that made something in her constrict and get very very warm. Looking up again, she saw his back. Biting her lip, she watched him. Then before her brain could really register it, he had shifted.

Smiling, she stood up and met him half way. Sinking to her knees in front of him, she stroked his face gently. Feeling his powerful sides and legs. She blushed feeling every muscle that made a wolf a wolf. She looked into his eye and smiled.

"You're magnificent." She whispered and stroked his face. She was actually talking to the werewolf who had been in her dreams. She felt her heart tighten and watched him. "My heart knew it was you all along. As if in its own way it was trying to summon you to me." She said all the while her hands were taking him in. One moved over his heart, the other slid down his stomach and then back again. She was hardly aware of what her hands were doing as her eyes looked into his.

"I am not sure if I can let you leave me again." She bit her lip as she said it. She knew it was entirely true. Something in her heart would not see him go.
 
He padded over and smelt her, though his senses were fine while he was in human as the full wolf, the whole world transformed, smells were visible, auras apparent, prey and predator like were shown in bright colours to his golden eyes. He paws walked the soft green grass, the pleasure of such contact with nature after too long as human made him heady.
He stood and let her touch him, he would never let a human fondle his fur like a pet, but with her, it she was family. He felt her hands move on him and over him stroking the forelegs and feeling his large powerful paws, the hand reaching down hand over the ribcage and the heart, the other on his belly feeling his torso. The feeling of being touched so intimately and with such love made him happy and because of no words he could offer his tongue went first to her shoulder and then the side of her face and a soft noise of appreciation.

He heard her words, the words and the sentiment, his wolf ears could tell more by the emotion than just the meaning and he knew, he could not leave her now. Sensing what power she had within and the abilities she already displayed, he knew one thing; he had to protect her and do a better job than in Prague.
 
She groaned adn rolled his eyes feeling his tongue send electricity up her neck and to her ear. Blushing, she shivered. She became aroused again. Well, she never sobered after the magic, so it was safe to say that the fire grew. She then shifted moving closer. She was lost in her magic and in his. It was a powerful cloud. One like being drunk, only your body knew what it was doing and was in complete control. Reaching down, she stroked his member and blushed panting. Such power and magnificance. She bit her lip and moaned and and then laid back in the power circle she always casted in and shut her eyes. She panted feeling the magic course over her. It was the magic of the coming full moon. It stroked her body in the ways it knew she liked to be touched. She moaned and leaned agianst the grass and sighed blushing harder

She felt the sun warm her body and was grateful for it. She blushed looking at the wolf and grinned wider. In her eyes showed the wisdom far beyond her years. She smiled and bit her lip and arched her hips in an invitation.
 
The growl grew stronger and with more power and menace, the tongue licked her face . He could sense her arousal, the heat from her skin and the looks in her eyes, the aroma drifting from her made him grow in her hard, the fur sheath draw back and the reddened shaft grew, her hand touching him, the hairy heavy balls swinging as his teeth bared and eyes flashed at her.

His tongue pushes to her lips, tasting the smoke and tea there as well. The forelegs staddle her body at her sides as he licks and kisses her, his moans growing eager and imploring and hind legs dropping lower to met her body and rub against her clothing.
 
She smiled feeling his arousal before she pulled away. Leaning back, she was sighing in pleasure. That was when she felt his tongue dip into her mouth. Gasping, she gripped his head like she would a lover. She felt him thrusting against her panties that were wet with her want. Leaning her head back she gasped and bit her lip. "Daddy." She breathed into his ear. Her legs wrapped around him but she made no move to move her panties.

"Daddy I am wet." She groaned and shivered. Leaning up, she gasped and felt the bond between them growing stronger and more impermeable.
 
The beast within arose, the desire abd the immenient full moon made him so very excited.the tongue accepted to her mouth, the grip around his head and the pulling the head down and the hips about his wiry, animal torso.. he would have paused for thought as a human, but the alpha takes the strongest, irrespective of age or relation. The blood is the purity, the power of the line to take forwards to the future. And he can smell her power and her desire, as well as his power longing to be in her. The dreams over here foretold this and much more, it had formed his trepidation at her doorstep, but now as they lay here, it was just foreshadowing not foreboding.

At her words, her call to him, he growled, not able to express or warn his intention. The moment was there, the hips darted forwarded, the hard Red sheath breaking the cotton of her panties as he felt the shaft hit home into her. The growl turning to baying as the tip pushed inside his witch.
 
She gasped feeling his cock break through the cotton as if it was nothing and she threw her head back and gasped. She was still a virgin and gripped him tighter and gripped his shoulders and panted. Shutting her eyes, she groaned and bit her lip. Elena whimpered as it slowly sank deeper and deeper spreading her and taking her. Two true forms claiming each other. Rolling her eyes, she felt the power that a witch only felt when mating with their soulmate. Her head leaned back and her eyes turned shock white as the electricity felt her body adn consumed her.

Clouds fell away from the sky, the sun shone brighter, the grass smelt sweeter, the water made a more musical noise and so the element was not left out a small fire ignited on the torches that lit the way. She panted hard her nails digging into his skin like the bite of a mate and groaned panting shivering gently and he did not even take her virginity yet.
 
He pushed harder against her, feeling her open to him.the tapered sheath prying the material open and finding the heat of her inside. The tip pushing into her, as they accept each other totally..Feeling the resistance, he understands this is her first time and he marvels that it is he taking her virginity but realises it's what is desired by nature.

His hips hunch as she pulls him in and on her, the growl in her ears as the tip penetrates her, the feel of her maidenhood being torn by him. His cock moving into her as the lust takes him, his knowledge that it is her first time fuels him deeper and harder, his furry body on her.the red shaft pushing deep and filling her as the elements and nature observe.

He pants and whines as the animal hips pump against her, his carnal desire for her and the need for the powers within them combining. the weather beautify as the act begins
 
She gasped feeling him sink in her deeper. Elena gasped as she felt him tear through her hymen. Blood rolled onto the sacred ground around then and the elements rejoiced by becoming more bold as they feasted on the virgin blood of their witch. Elena growled back gripping his scruff tightly as he began to move. Leaning her head back, she groaned and began to pant. She didn't even stop to consider that this was wrong in so many circles. All she could feel or register, was her soul mates hard cock thrusting and claiming her, the pleasure, and the heady magic that surrounded then both.

She moaned for him feeling him continue to stretch her muscles and claim her. She leaned her head back shutting her eyes moaning louder and louder. The more that he thrust into her, the more she could feel the magic building between them. But something also was building in the pit of her stomach. Groaning, she panted harder burying her face into his neck breathing him in and panting to the rhythm of his thrusts.
 
The moans and growl spurred him on to harder and deeper thrusts, the animal shaft thick and hard, leaking continuously as he bares down upon her. She feels like his, his prize, his pray, his offspring and his soul. As she bleeds, the scent grows stronger and it make the animal instinct in hi become stronger. His front legs hold her down and his jaw opens around her neck, in a hold that pins her there to his ever faster pumping. He can feel her under him responding as his pointed cock, bruises her insides and hits against her cervix.

The magic weaving between them growing within the circle, seeking for the moment to escape. The power between them and vortexes about them like invisible hands. He howls as the flow comes, his balls emptying into her with a rush of hot burning juice.
 
Elena gasped as she was held down by the wolf. Shutting her eyes. She felt him mark her as his mate but he held the grip. Biting her lip, she trembled and felt his cocks knot pushing against her. Seeking to tie them together so his seed could find her. She threw her head back and gasped as the knot was forced inside of her. Her head was swimming with sensations and feelings. When the knot reacher her over is she threw her head back and howled to the heavens as she came.

Then her father came, filling her up. She shut her eyes groaning. With the deed done, the earth slowly began to wrap her calm body in thick broad vines slowly pulling her into the earth. She moaned softly in a near comatose state as her body still gripped him tightly.
 
His seed flows in thick streams, the knot burning as it is forced into you to block and hold out inside. The shaft pulsing and throbbing inside, the heat of his body there against you, pressing you hard down under him as his mate. The teeth at your throat, the breath hot on your neck, the canine teeth cutting your skin. The vibrations of the growl against your face, the golden eyes locked at yours as the flow ceases with her belly distended full of him and the lupine seed.


As the orgasms reside, the moment stills, the rustling sounds reaches his ears. Releasing the grip of his jaws from her throat, the tongue flickers out to tend the puncture marks with his salve. Then he shifts back, not caring about his naked form any more. The knot inside her diminished and the seed dammed inside, flows out coating them both.

The fingers of the vines curl over him as they pull the pair down, his lips at her ear. "You know I love you...your daddy has always loved you"
 
She moaned feeling him pump her stomach full to stretching. She felt her body pulse with his. She looked up and gasped feeling blood roll into his mouth from her neck. She would carry his scar that she was mated and she belonged to a wolf. She shut her eyes feeling his vibrations pulse through her. Shutting her eyes, she groaned. She blushed feeling the earth pull her away from him. She looked up at him feeling his knot shift and change but still the cock filled her. She looked at him and stroked his face. She felt the vines go between them and separate them and pulled her into the earth deeper holding the man away.

"I will return on the full moon...look for me." She whispered softly before she was totally engulfed into the dirt and once she was gone the vines let him go and shrank away. Taking everything of her except for her bag and her book. It sat on the bench lonely and waiting. Meanwhile in the earth, she was being reborn as a woman of magic. Pleasing to her mate and young. She would never age much beyond of the age she appeared to be at the time of her mating to ehr soul mate.
 
The face changed as he lay over her, his lips bloody from her neck and wet from his slobber, his eyes locked on hers as he gazed down upon and realised that the change was occurring, he had never seen this but heard from others of the loose knit pack in England. He had been told it happens only once to each Wolf and for him it occurred now and with the most unexpected of partners. He had never intended to come here and mate with her, though perhaps in the deepest part of his nocturnal desires it had been a dream and a thought. His shifting transferred the weight onto her and he looks as the vines pulled her down. His heart leapt as he realised what was occurring and that the rebirth of her would transform her but the knowledge that he would not have her again until that moment made him want to speak and hold her again.

As she vanished, he felt the vines disengage from his naked body and he sat back on his knees. His hands and legs streaked muddy, his face bloody and his cock coated in her juices and blood. His hand went there and handled the long member and heavy balls, feeling the slickness of the combined juices and he raised and tasted it, the savouring of their union mixed with her virgin’s blood… he mentally checked the lunar calendar, the full moon was tomorrow evening and he would see his loving daughter again.

He knelt there silently for a long time, the sounds and the air slowly returning to his senses before he slowly rose and dressed in his clothing. He picked up the bag and the book treating them with reverence and walked slowly to the front of the gardens. He watched the street and the people moving past, his mind racing, realising though he had changed, the world was oblivious to all this. He took a number for a cab and arranged a pick up to take him back to the hotel. Perhaps it was the jet lag or the heady feeling, but his observations had failed on one point. There was a car parked over the street and the two men inside certainly had not failed to spot him.
 
Even though Elena was deep in the earth. She was aware of the earth around her and it's pulsing and life around her. The book was communicating with her and she saw snips and flashes of her soulmate and father. The book called to attention the car. She frowned. There was nothing she could do except offer up a silent plea to all of her elements begging them to please keep her lover and father safe. The book eased her back into her state of calm. It always knew what to do.

The book began to hum very quietly in the bag. Demanding attention but warning the bearer to be very careful.

One of the men in the car, Jack, smoked lazily on his cigarette. Jacks partners always questioned his sex. He was so androgynous. His soft face gave him the appearance of both a woman and a man. His blonde hair was wavy in lazy ringlets as his green eyes watched the man they had been hunting with a sort of laziness. Shifting in his Armani suit, Jack looked at his friend in the car. Running his finger over a bright blue stone ring he smiled a large wicked smile. His other hand arranged his black tie as he sat up.

"Tail him, but so help me, if he spots us, you loose a finger." Jack growled to his partner with the same order and the same threat he used all his life. Even his voice was close to being feminine.
 
The taxi sped him away from the oriental tea gardens, the driver tried to engage him in conversation but it was futile. He was tired, dog or should that be wolf tired, after the flight and the exertions at the garden, the powers that had coursed his body had made him light headed also. He rested his head at the back of the cab, his hand on the bag, holding it as it was the most precious thing he had in his possession right now. He occasionally opened his eyes as the cab slowed of changed direction and was grateful when the cabbie realised that the best way to earn his tip for this ride was not with friendly interest but with silence and efficient comfortable driving.

He could feel something tugging him, something inside and out, like a sensation of being watched or warned. He searched his senses to try and detect its source, his senses of predator and danger were usually acute but this feeling was from neither, it was inside him in his gut but also under his palm. He shook his head and opened his eyes and felt for the bag, yes the lightest of motions within there, a warning certainly. He did not react immediately except to change the destination and send the cabbie to another hotel. He had learnt before to know the area and make sure that there was at least two rooms at hotels and also a package or two held at others. The cabbie thanked his good fortune that this indecision had just doubled the fare at least and drove on past and away from the Hyatt. He shifted in his seat to see out the mirror and behind them, trying to decide who was the predator who had changed to prey.

Behind him the car followed unaware that they been made, in fact they had not truly, but they were now the source of intense scrutiny. The driver was already nervous, his partner had been here only two days and everything he knew made him more concerned. He had seen the Prague files and what had happened there, two experienced operatives, one torn apart and one still in a coma. He drove holding back and hoped that they would not be noticed.

Nicholas wondered who these might be, there were several options and he needed to get close, close enough to smell and see them, then he would know. He knew a few tricks to do so and he certainly had an advantage now as they were unaware they had been identified. Noting the car, he instructed the pull over into the next motels parking area, he handed the driver two hundred dollar bills and told him to not look back. He took the bag in his hand and prepared to half shift, for the speed and agility it gave him…
 
Jack knew that something was up. Something had shifted. It was a very delicate shift but one nonetheless. The taxi driver was signaling to go in one direction when instead it went straight. He smiled a wicked smile. So he knew that he was being followed. All the better for him. He reached into his chest holster and pulled out a gun and cocked it and put it back. He was ready. More than ready. This was going to be a fun hunt indeed.

The car parked in a parking garage across the street. Getting out, Jack continued to smoke. The scent would throw off the werewolf. He watched the wolf and smiled. He was going to change. Something inside him told him so. A wolf being chased always turned. That was how Jack always caught them. He smiled again.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in". He whispered but knew that if the wolf half changed, he would recognize the taunt.
 
He knew as soon as he stepped from the cab the ruse had failed him, the car reacted within seconds of the change of destination. First it had wavered as if the driver was distracted by a conversation and then it had sped up to close the distance between them. He stepped from the fast moving car, using his agility and preternatural speed to allow him to move and remain standing. In his clawed hand was the bag and the precious book, he would not allow that to leave his side even if it meant the full shift had to be prevented.

His two hind legs powered him off, his posture bent forwards and his eyes searching for the attacker. His nostrils searched the air and tried to find this hunter, but it was masked. He knew then this was Brotherhood and as such was extremely dangerous. Knowing at least the measure of the operative meant he had to be smart; they had nearly killed him in Prague. If they had come for vengeance they would have sent their best, they would not forgive such a humiliation at the hands of a mere creature. He heard the voice, light and unusually soft, taunting him from across the street.

The car idled there, the driver apparently waiting, who ever had stepped out and was masking their scent was confident and arrogant enough he did not believe he needed back-up. He flashed his eyes gold across the street, he would not run but he would not attempt a direct assault on an armed expert killer. He calculated if there was a distraction, he could make the 4 lanes of traffic to reach them or he could circle back round using the back streets to effect a get away and lose them until he found out more of who was after him.
 
Jack watched the man. Watched his golden eyes flash. He grinned wickedly. Waving to him. To anyone watching, this would have seemed like a friendly gesture. "You have claimed a bitch recently. Wonder where she is." He took in a long puff of the cigarette and blew it out his nose. He smiled. His eyes flashed red warning that he was far from human. Not even partially human like werewolves and vampires were. He was in a class all of his own.

Moving to the stairs, he walked down the steps all the while keeping his eye on his. He stood across the street and then began to walk calmly and collectedly. Jack heard the screams of the man who drove him, but he smiled. He was not afraid. He moved across the street not even looking or rushing. Just calmly walking. The smell of the man reached him before he did. It was the smell of flesh burning. Of pain and dispair. But not his. He was calm and collected. The aura slowly oozed around him. He grinned standing just before him and canted his head.

"Now, tell me, why did they send me to discipline a pup like you? You look pretty harmlesss to me." He smiled and then crossed his arms and looked at the man.
 
"No fucking wonder, " he thought the masking by cigarette, not to mask a scent but to ensure the lack of one is not noticed. He sees the scant disregard, the arrogance, the absolute power and dominance. He knows it isn't the brotherhood, the human hunters they would never align with such a force or the vampyre, even with their disregard for human life a spectacle was too much. No, and Fuck No, this was demonic....

He shifted back and stretched tall, the naked man would be the least interesting thing in this carnage.

"I am Nicholas Holden, what the Fuck are you?" He took step closer, to prove he was not afraid of this thing and what it could do to him, one regret crossed his mind, he would never be able to say good bye.
 
"What? What am I?" He smiled and his eyes glittered and Nicholas would feel as if he was melting into the cement. His legs became heavier and heavier. "I am the disciplinary. I am the one that makes sure rules don't get broken and there is a safe membrane that separates the supernatural. And someone sent me to come and deal with you. SO what have you done exactly?" He looked up with those feminine green eyes and canted his head. "Its not your mate, it has to do with something, something from a few weeks ago if not months."

He looked at his finely groomed nails and looked at him. He reached into his coat and pulled out a gun and then stood there looking at him. He grinned and canted his head a bit. Jack watched the one who called himself Nickolas. He looked at the bag and felt the thrum and his eyes glowed and then he looked up. "Tell me you didn't steal from a witch. Tell me you aren't that stupid." He said and looked at him. There were few thigns that a magical creature were so bold to steal. A book from a witch was one of them.
 
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