[Sades, the African spirit who controls the wolf, is narrating again. Since having watched Wolfgang change into a wolf, Renate has been obsessed with the idea of fucking him during his next transformation; so she has manipulated him into making love with her on the next full moon night. Sades wants to pass the wolf-totem onto her, and she wants it, too; for, as well as wanting Wolfgang's estate, she wants to kill her abusive family as the wolf. But Sades's two spirit brothers want it passed onto Marko, whom they consider a much worthier agent to be the next werewolf, for Marko wants to liberate the poor of the world from capitalist oppression. We'll see.]
When Marko was about to leave the mansion that night, in accordance with Wolfgang's monthly orders, he passed through the kitchen on his way to an exit outside. Walking through and approaching the door out, he passed by a table with a pistol on it. He picked up a note sitting beside the gun; it was written by Renate. It said, "You may need this tonight, Marko. Come up with it to Wolfgang's bedroom to see what I mean."
"What in God's name?" he whispered to himself as he put the note down and picked up the pistol. He had experience firing guns before, so he had no fear of clumsiness with them. He checked the chamber: it was loaded with silver bullets. Wolf killings, once a month, he thought as he slowly walked through the kitchen back to the dining hall. They happen only on full moon nights. Wolfgang has been racked with guilt all this time, insisting on locking Renate up in the 'Safe Room' on those nights. Some people in town claim they have seen a werewolf then, but it was dark, and they probably only saw a madman acting like a wolf. Wolfgang thinks he's a werewolf; and this time, he didn't bother asking me to put her in that room. He's assuredly no werewolf, but he's disturbed, and I can't let him kill Renate during one of his psychotic episodes. How odd that I've known he is mad, but haven't thought to have him committed. Of course, I want his money first.
Actually, we three souls kept Marko's mind distracted from having Wolfgang put away in a mental hospital, for obvious reasons.
Marko was slowly going up the stairs now, hearing moans, grunts, and sighs from Wolfgang and Renate making love; but Wolfgang wasn't only grunting and groaning with pleasure—he also sounded as if he were in pain. His cries were also sounding increasingly bestial, like wolf growls.
Renate is getting her 'wolf-fuck', Marko thought, now halfway up the stairs. She doesn't believe all that werewolf nonsense, too, though, does she? They can't be sharing the delusion.
In the bedroom, Wolfgang—and increasingly, I—was fucking Renate still. She looked up at us, as thrilled by what she was seeing as by what she was feeling inside herself. She watched the hairs growing out of his skin, his teeth getting sharper, and his hands turning into paws, which I kept on the floor for fear of scratching her pretty skin.
I wanted to pass the wolf-totem to her, but not the way I did when I passed it on to Wolfgang. I'd give her my seed instead.
Of course, Chisad and Chebirüsad didn't want the wolf-totem passed into her; that's why they were luring up Marko.
I felt my two spirit brothers resisting my attempt to pass the totem to her. We three were in a tug of war of sorts. My power was in the ascendant, but the distracting pleasure of having this nude beauty under me was weakening my ability to pass the totem to her—and the other two were summoning all their strength to keep the totem in Wolfgang and prepare to pass it onto Marko before he was to shoot the wolf.
Renate was feeling the size of Wolfgang's phallus increase, in length and circumference. Her wet vaginal walls were being delightfully stretched by that animal prick, which slid in and out, massaging her everywhere in there, giving her electrical tingles of pleasure. She sighed and squealed with each thrust, grabbing tightly onto Wolfgang's muscular, hairy arms.
"Oh! Don't stop!" she squealed. "Ah! I'm almost there! Oh!"
She watched his wolf snout growing out from where a human nose, mouth, and jaws had been. The sight of that, right before her face as he kept fucking her, sent her over the line, and she orgasmed copiously all over his hairy balls.
But he kept thrusting, making her orgasm a few seconds later. "Oh, you animal!" she squealed in a tremulous voice, her pitch shaking with each poke inside. "Ah! Fuck me!"
His growls were completely lupine now, too authentically animalistic to be the human imitations of a madman. Marko was now at the top of the stairs, a short walk down the hall to the bedroom, and he could hear everything clearly. How can Wolfgang imitate a wolf's growls so perfectly? he wondered. Can a lunatic's delusions be so intense that he can produce such a flawless imitation?
I deliberately delayed my own orgasm, for two reasons: to prolong the pleasure of having Renate, and because Chisad and Chebirüsad were effectively thwarting my efforts to pass the wolf-totem into her. But if I came inside her, or at least partially on her, she would be the next werewolf a month from this night. For this reason, my two spirit brothers wouldn't let me come.
Don't do it, Sades! Chisad warned. She's too dangerous.
She'll make a fine agent, I told him and Chebirüsad. Don't worry.
She's unstable, Chebirüsad insisted. And selfish. She won't help the cause.
Sure, she will, I maintained. She's told us she cares about Africans.
You're as selfish as she is! Chebirüsad scolded me. You only care about your own pleasure, as does she. You just want to enjoy her body. You kill indiscriminately, as she will.
