Author's note: The wraps up the story arc, part 6 of 6. There isn't a lot of sex in it, but there is a fair amount of strangeness. As before, comments and voting are greatly appreciated, especially voting. It helps me know how well I am being entertaining. Thanks...
The Hunters and the Hunted - Chapter 6
The Aftermath and The Future...
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Angelo woke again to the feel of warm fur against his chest and thighs. He cautiously opened his eyes and found himself once more curled up behind Sera, with one of his arms draped over her and her tail tickling his nethers. He eased his head up off the pillow enough to look over her and again saw Skye on the opposite side, curled in face-to-face with Sera, their foreheads lightly touching and Skye's hand resting on Sera's hip while Sera's arm was draped over Skye's shoulder. Both were still soundly asleep.
Again.
Déjà vu?
he thought as he moved to uncouple from the threesome.
Did I just dream all that dance stuff?
Oh, God! Probably not,
he mentally added as he tried to get out of the bed and head for the bathroom.
Sore, sore, sore, sore...
Gingerly he reached back and touched his anus.
Oh,
wow
, sore!... yeah, must have been real...
He was standing in front of the urinal with his head against the wall and his arms dangling uselessly at his sides while physiology and gravity made sure he wasn't pissing all over himself, when Höllen walked in. He stared in mute surprise as she also walked up to one of the urinals, pulled open her robe and straddled it. He was even more surprised at the sound of her urine splashing against the ceramic.
"Oh, Goddess, that's better..." she murmured, then turned to Angelo. "How are you feeling this morning, my young stud?"
"Ow?" he grimaced, then made it worse by trying to stand up. Höllen smiled.
"I suspected as much. You may not believe me, but it could have been a lot worse," she told him. "When you are done, come on back to the bedroom and Trudy and I will do what we can to alleviate your discomfort. It is still early, but we must have you ready and back to town for work. Perforce, that means some intensive therapy in a short amount of time."
Angelo nodded his understanding to her, then watched with fascination as her very womanly curves undulated their way out of the room. Then he got irritated with himself when he realized that his cock hadn't the decency and good sense to stay flaccid around the Were. He was already swelling up.
"This is going to be a hell of a way to live," he mumbled to himself as he shook it off, washed up and ambled back to the bedroom, looking more like a drunken sailor as he shifted his weight from side to side to try to avoid the pain of the muscles cramping.
When he got back to the bed, he found that Sera was standing next to it, back in her gray servant's smock, watching as Trudy suckled a barely conscious Skye. Höllen was standing on the other side of the bed - the side he had vacated.
"Hey..." he greeted Sera as he approached and was immediately confused by the look of adoration on her face as she shifted her gaze from Trudy and Skye, to him.
"Hello," she answered softly. "And thank you, Master Angelo."
"Thank me?" Angelo asked, still confused. "Why thank me?"
"Because that was my first time as a full member-participant in The Dance," she told him, "and you made the experience especially wonderful. And I am sorry to have to leave, but I have duties to perform. Your original clothes are clean, pressed and in that valise, along with Mistress Skye's. Fresh clothing has been laid out for you, which my Laird says you are to consider gifts. Eoghan will have breakfast ready for you when you are."
"Thank you, again, Master, for a most wonderful initiation." She quietly turned and left, disappearing into the secret door in the paneling from whence she had first appeared.
"You've made quite the impression on her," Höllen smiled. "Now, though, I think we need to tend to you. Please lie down, towards the middle of the bed."
Angelo moved automatically to comply. There was no reason not to... and any relief from this pervasive soreness would be greatly appreciated. Höllen followed him in, baring a breast and telling him, "drink."
He did, and was again surprised - and delighted - to find that Höllen's milk was every bit as sweet and soothing as Trudy's. As he nursed, he could feel the healing warmth flowing through his body, spreading blessed relief as it went.
Like a barbiturate, tranquilizer and narcotic all in one,
he thought.
And it isn't knocking me out like a sedative. I could definitely get used to this... one helluva hangover cure, that's for sure.
Behind him, Skye's hand stole back and she ran her fingers down his forearm to his hand. He opened his and the two interlaced their fingers.
God, she feels good,
he thought.
Watch it, Angelo... you're getting romantic on this girl.
They suckled that way for perhaps half an hour before Viktor stepped into the room.
"I hope that will be enough," he stated, getting their attention. "We've got to get them dressed, fed and returned home in fairly short order."
"Shower?" Angelo managed to ask, coming up off Höllen's tit.
"Already taken care of while you were passed out," Viktor told him. "You are squeaky clean. And groomed. You may want to throw on some deodorant when you are dressing. I will meet you downstairs." Viktor then turned abruptly and walked out.
"Come on, honey," Trudy coaxed Skye. "Time to let go of the nipple. You need to put your Big Girl on."
"Fuck that shit," Skye mumbled and all three of the others laughed.
"Come on, Skye," Angelo chided her. "We need to make an appearance. Can't have the cops out looking for us."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Skye groused as she disentangled herself from Trudy and inched her way out of the bed. "Don't laugh!" she added as she waddled her way out of the bedroom to the bath.
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While Höllen and Trudy tended to Skye and Angelo, Stefan was having a serious conversation with Viktor.
"You do realize what you've got here, right?" Stefan was insisting.
