Chapter 10: Fleshy Desires

  

   The world warped around me as we went through the portal. All I could see were swirling violet particles all floating around us. In just a few seconds, we landed on our feet. I observed my environment with caution, there were tall trees all around, they looked really ancient, it seemed as though each branch had a tale of its own.

“Where are we?”

“Here Elsa, is the border between the two greatest nations, Andovia and Estonia and in its middle lies the cradle of strength and knowledge, Sheffield Academy.”

“Okay, let's go.”

“What do you mean by ‘okay’. Do you know how many people will kill to be here?”

“Yeah I know a lot of people.” I responded, my face contorting in an overly dramatic grin.

I noticed a twitch in Ser Brownwell’s face and straightened myself up immediately.

“Uhm, what's next now?”

“It’s not a difficult task, just listen to me.” Brownwell replied, stepping forward.

It was the first time I was seeing Brownwell transforming. He looked magnificent, his transformation was so fast my eye couldn’t catch it. The wind moved his ember fur making it look more dazzling. His bulk size couldn’t be overemphasized, he truly was an Andovia citizen. 

Without any warning he took off storming through the forest.

“What the heck!” I exclaimed. Claws erupted from my finger tips, my skin stretched as I transformed immediately running behind Brownwell. He was getting farther away, I had to increase my pace. My clawed toes dug the ground deeper as I exploded. I could see Brownwell now ahead of me, I didn’t want to lose track of him again. 

We had passed the forest now, nearing a bridge. Five towering werewolves stood guard at the entrance of the bridge like they knew we were coming.

But Brownwell wasn’t stopping at all, he still maintained the same pace. The werewolf in the middle seemed to be the head as she stood forward in her snowy white fur. 

I was still at the back, but Ser Brownwell had already reached the white wolf. Brownwell let out a long howl stopping in his tracks instantly. He was the same size as the white werewolf.

It seemed like a blur but the white wolf was already at the back of Brownwell her white fur stained and smothered in blood. She moved out of my view exposing Brownwell, he turned around and gave me what looked like an encouraging smile, right before his head slipped off his neck.

I stood there, stunned with disbelief, my face twisted in sheer terror. The four werewolves had already rounded me as the white werewolf approached. I wasn’t sure I could beat one of them as I stayed in my tracks. They were still bigger than me despite my unique growth so far so I had to be careful.

“Elsa Oppenheimer.” The white werewolf said after turning back to her human self. She had such a fierce look on her face, she had golden blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight and her aura was dense and intimidating. It seemed she was quite blessed by the gods who in addition gave her voluptuous bosoms. 

She wore a blue uniform that had a crest which read Sheffield academy. She approached me with a primal stare and it was then I noticed how tall she actually was.

“You’ve caused a lot of trouble Elsa, a great deal of trouble. Follow us.” She turned, without sparing me a second, walking back to the bridge. The other werewolves turned back to humans too, in the blue uniform. Their outfits weren’t affected but that's no surprise because werewolf outfits, uniforms and battle suits are crafted from a fabric called lerithium. This fabric adapts to the current werewolves size both in werewolf and human form adapting magically immediately.

So usually outfits are destroyed from brutal attacks or when a werewolf undergoes an evolution and grows bigger like I did when I killed Osborne and his brother. We were crossing the bridge now, I looked down but all I could see was mist.

“You want to know what is underneath all that mist? Don’t worry it’s just water.” She answered without looking back. I turned back and noticed that one of the students carried Brownwell’s head and body. 

Brownwell was a great man, a good man, he didn’t deserve such a death. The bridge was built in a gothic style, the black obsidian stones supported it. At the end of the bridge stood a tall white gate large and shiny in all its glory, it looked like it hadn’t been opened for ages and yet once we reached it, the gates opened.

Not outward nor inward, but upwards lifting towards the sky like a whale trying to eat. What followed was a gust of wind that hit our faces exposing a large, magnificent castle with a colossal structure of a werewolf in front, possessing a key between its jaws.

We walked in simultaneously stride after stride. After about twenty minutes we reached into the castle. 

“Listen carefully, follow the right, right and middle. That's the row you’ll find room 7089 and that's your room.” She said, her tone brimmed with self assurance.

“Look, I don’t have any clothes now. When I got out of the portal I couldn't see any of my things.”

“You carried things through a portal.” She replied, chuckling.

“Brownwell must have been in so much hurry that he forgot to tell you that you can’t cross with physical objects through a portal. I guess it’s okay, I don't think Bulgaria has many storage rings, it must be worth a fortune there. I'm sure your new roommate will be kind enough to help you with some.” She said, already turning to leave with the rest.

“Oh one more thing. You'll be meeting the administrator tomorrow. He is quite enthusiastic to see you, welcome to Sheffield.” She had this smile that didn’t seem to reach her eyes. She walked away with the others.

I walked down the hall ways, navigating the building as I was instructed. It didn’t take me long to find my room. The castle certainly seemed like it had been standing for centuries, the walls had a unique painting set and a dark gloomy lit lighting on each hall. 

But I hadn’t seen any werewolves yet since I got here which was quite strange considering this is an academy with up to level ten.I knocked on my room door but know one came to open the door after another attempt, I gripped the handle, pulled it open, and skipped through the wooden door into my room.

“Huh.” That's all I could say at the sight before me, it seemed the gods keep teasing me in their own way every now and then. There was a female and male stark naked in the room. Even with me entering, they seemed to pay me no attention as they relinquished their pleasure.

She crossed her legs pinning him, as though her life depended on it. I noticed the gloomy lit lantern on the table reflecting their dancing shadows on the wall. Not changing their position, he lifted her up, leaning her on the wall. Her moans filled his ears as he kept thrusting in and out his breath getting heavier every passing second.

I could only picture them in that moment, like though nothing else mattered, only the both of them in this enclosed space. Their mouths closed in, moving in rhythm, their tongues entwining. 

I didn’t know when I reached the middle of the room but I could feel my undercloth clinging to me, soaked from my own rising, undeniable desires. She pulled away from the kiss, coming off him. He was pushed to the bed again, this time facing the ceiling.

She swayed her hips in rhythm as she got closer to the bed, her fingers wandered playfully around his body as she settled above straddling him lovingly. A loud groan escaped his lips, as grabbed her waist, while the other cling to her chest.

I could feel the heat on my face as I stepped back a little, eager to picture every moment, not wanting to miss even a bit of it. I wanted this moment to last forever, while I watched.

Like bad luck had an issue with me, my leg suddenly struck an object on the ground, making me fall to the floor. I looked to the ground at what made me fall but it was just a loose stone.

“And you once killed a rogue wolf.” I muttered to myself in disappointment. Looking up again my gaze was met by two huge brown werewolves which seemed to not be happy with me.

“Shit.”