Elena nodded and looked back at Mark, who had been watching the two of them carefully. He gave her a strange, confused stare, and then he looked over to Dagomarus. Damien raised an eyebrow as he looked into Mark's eyes. Mark saw the expression and thought, Holy shit! It's waiting for me to ask a question. It's sitting there thinking and acting like a person! No, this can't be.He squinted, calculating what the threat with this thing could be. He denied it to himself that it was that smart. No animal on four legs was that smart. He needed to test this and make sure he wasn't reading too much into the expressions and the antics. This had to be some kind of trick. He tried to think of what he could say or do the make his test valid. Then he had it."Elena, you called him Damien, right?"Mark looked right at her. She nodded."Yes, his name is Damien."She wasn't sure what Mark was up to, but she knew he was planning or thinking something. Mark nodded."Okay. Did you give him that name?"M
He thought about what she said. If it were true, then his whole belief structure, science, and reality would take a serious hit in the shorts if she were telling the truth. There is no way this is happening, but, what if? That little cloud of doubt in his head made him wonder if he wasn't getting sucked into her delusion too far. Well, if it's true, then what? What if I don't hear anything? Does that mean I have to report her to the psychologist? This was getting deep. There were serious ramifications for pushing things this far. Well, I asked for it, so I'll go through with it."Yeah, I want to hear what you hear. I really have to know. There's no other way, Elena. Either I hear it and believe everything you've told me; or you have had a psychotic break, and nothing will happen and we'll go from there."Mark watched for her reaction. She nodded at him, understanding his logic."Yeah, I know how you feel. What would make you believe that the voice you hear is his and not something you
He slowly got himself under control, breathing deeply and splashing more cold water on his neck and face. He stood up with the cold washcloth on his neck and looked at Damien. The wolf still hadn't moved, just stared at him. He looked out the window and Elena was standing there looking at the window with her arms wrapped around her chest, and she looked worried. He waved to her that he was okay. Then he turned back to Damien."Okay, so that freaked me out. I guess I can understand why tom went nuts and wanted to shoot you."He heard a growling noise coming from Damien and his face went white."I didn't say I agree with what he's done, I just said I understand it."The growling stopped."Okay, I believe you now. Tell Elena to come back inside, I need to sit down and drink another beer."He stumbled over to the table and sat down. He lowered his head to the cool tabletop and breathed in deep. He heard the front door open and close. He didn't look up when she walked back into the kitchen
She pointed to the easy chair across from the couch to Mark and he carefully sat down with his coffee cup. She curled up into her favorite corner of the couch and Damien curled up with her. When they were all settled down, she turned on the stereo and left the volume low."Look, Mark, I know we've thrown a lot at you this evening, but I needed for you to understand enough for you to see why Tom is behaving that way."Mark smirked and looked at Damien. Elena saw the looks they traded."What?"Mark looked right at Damien."Did you tell her I said the same thing?"Damien shook his head. Mark didn't quite believe him, but Elena's reaction to his smirk left him with enough doubt to think maybe he hadn't. Mark thought some more about it and realized he had accepted the 'communication' thing enough to just automatically assume that little remark had been passed along with the other things that had been said in the kitchen. He considered what had transpired and decided he was comfortable with
"I now fully understand why you fell in love with him. He might be on all fours but there's a man inside that body. I get it. It completely blows my sense of reality, but I get it."Romani quidem artem amatoriam invenerant.Mark looked at Damien."What was that? Latin? You speak Latin as a first language?"Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar? Me ineptum. Interdum modo elabitur. Sorry, yes, that's Roman Latin. The first thing I said translates as 'the Romans invented the art of love'. The second translates as 'Oh! Was I speaking Latin again? Silly me. Sometimes it just sort of slips out'. To answer your question, Mark; yes Roman Latin is my first language. I revert back to it when I'm stressed out."Oh, okay. But I think I have first dibs on being stressed out right now. But you're still all right in my book, Damien. Romans invented the art of love. That's rich!"Mark was laughing, trying not to spill his coffee. Elena was looking at the two of them and getting a little irritated. She could o
Mark was hoping to get a reaction out of Damien, and he did.I am the only one in this area. I have been known to eat a cow or two when the elk and moose are scarce. I am the one this Bud Grierson shot.Elena hugged Damien as she listened to him talk to Mark. She shivered as she remembered that day, seeing the gaping hole in his side and the blood dripping from his nose. A tear glistened in her eye as she thought about that fateful day.Yes, fate, My Love. If he hadn't shot me that morning I wouldn't have met you.He laid his head in her lap and crooned. Mark thought about what Damien had said to him, but he hadn't heard what Damien said to Elena, he just saw her tear up and heard the crooning coming from Damien"Okay, that explains a couple things. I can't blame you for eating a cow or two if all you were doing was surviving. The gunshot is a little disconcerting, however. That was only a few days ago and I can't see any trace of it on you. Is that part of the legends true, then? That
Her body flexed and flopped back down onto the mattress. Her body shivered slightly and she curled her toes, trying to get away from the intense sensations, but at the same time her legs pushed her feet towards his tongue."OHH! I love you, fuzzy-face! You make my feet feel so good!"She pulled her shirt off and removed her bra, tossing them onto the floor. She hooked her fingers under her waistband and pushed her shorts and panties off her legs, only taking her feet away from his wonderful tongue just long enough to throw them onto the floor as well.Damien continued to lick the bottoms of her feet, trying to absorb as much of her special flavor as he could. He licked her arches and the tops of her feet. He hooked his tongue under her ankle and used the tip to rub small circles in that little hollow just behind the knob. He moved up slowly along the insides of her legs, savoring every inch that he tasted.When he reached her knees, he was careful not to tickle her this time. He still
It kept getting tighter and tighter as he continued to push his tongue around her cervix and graze her hood. It felt like there was a softball-sized bundle of pressure building up in her womb. It felt like it was filled with super thick liquid. Her moans were continuous now; she was getting closer to that precipice. The wiggling and the flexing of that tongue inside of her kept her on the fast track. She felt the tip curl inside of her and drag against the top of her tunnel, and then it found that little patch of nerves that was hiding beneath her clitoris.The bundle of tension in her lower belly went from softball sized to volleyball sized in just seconds as the tip of his tongue swirled, pushing against that bundle of nerves. At the same time, her clit was on fire, and had swollen to the point that it was almost painful. His teeth never stopped going back and forth over her hood.She was riding that knife-edge now; it was almost there. That ball of pressure felt like it was trapped