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tomorrow.
"Look, if you don't have anything planned with Beth for tonight, maybe we'll
stop by and see if she's willing to accommodate us," Shalto said.
"You'll find her more than willing, Shalto," said Malthus. "She's been
telling me she had her eye on you."
Shalto grinned and Oswyl nudged him.
Malthus' grin turned evil. "And she likes it up the ass."
The two young lycans looked at each other.
Malthus laughed. "You're not very experienced, are you? I mean, you do know
that the ass is tighter than a well used cunt, don't you?"
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"I'd never thought of it," Shalto replied.
"Much tighter. Try it, you might like it. A snug sheath for your sword."
Malthus went on to describe the sexual practices of dozens of cultures,
finding the two inexperienced young lycans a rapt audience. He trusted that,
like all young males, they would brag to their peers once they had been with
his slut. Then, should Merissa learn of his liaison with Beth, the lycan's
reputation would be so completely soiled that Merissa would think nothing of
his actions.
* * * *
Beth opened the door. Shalto leered at her with a knowing smile and Oswyl
grinned over his shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. The last group of
children that had been living with her had been fostered out to other females
living on the compound and she finally had the longhouse to herself again. Two
nights ago, Malthus had told her he intended to start sending males to use her
and that she was not refuse them, no matter they wished her to do.
She felt ill, but no matter how hard her will struggled in its bindings, she
could not get free. "Come in."
Shalto drifted to the curtains of the half wall leading into her sleeping
area.
"Can I get you anything?" Beth asked.
Oswyl nudged Shalto.
"You," Shalto said. "We hear you want it like the wild cousins."
Beth's head settled on her shoulder as she started unlacing her dress. She
wished she were free to cry, but Malthus had forbidden her to do that in front
of others.
Oswyl nudged Shalto again.
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"One at a time?" Shalto asked, and then paused thinking. "Or two up?"
Beth felt her heart break. She had assisted to whelp these two
sixteen-year-olds, watched them grow up with a longing fondness in her heart,
wishing they might have been her own. Now it was all being destroyed. "Any way
you want it."
Her shift settled around her waist, exposing her breasts. The eagerness in
their eyes made her cringe. Shalto fondled her breast, and she forced a smile.
Shalto looked to Oswyl. "Two up?"
"I've never done that before," Oswyl said. "But sure."
Shalto let out a series of enthusiastic hoots. "Get naked, Beth! Oswyl,
we're finally gonna get some." He grabbed her shift and pulled it past her
hips. "Oh yeah, gonna get some."
* * * *
On the third day of searching for Tempest, Nikko had grown disheartened and
certain that they would not find his friend alive, yet frantic to have closure
and see the priest's remain laid to rest. Braided through his shifting
emotions, lay a desperate need to be wrong, to find Tempest alive. Driven by
his inner demons, Nikko continued to search long after the others had given up
and gone home for the night. He thought of poor little Moss. The dog was
mourning, and Granta was spoiling him as a result. His mother had already
promised to make a place for Moss in their home.
The sun rose, and dawn illumined the landscape in shades of pinks and
oranges. Dozens of black circling shapes lifted from the trees, becoming a
spiraling blemish against the soft hues of sunrise, their raucous noises
drowning out the morning bird songs: ravens.
Nikko hastened toward them with his stomach clenching. His nostrils flared
and he smelled death before he it. The crows and ravens blanketed a carcass,
tearing at it fiercely, pecking at each other in a dominance dance for the
macabre feast. Flies buzzed angrily. Nikko plunged in, driving the crows and
ravens from their banquet with broad waves of his hands. The frustrated birds
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took refuge in the trees and watched him.
A figure clad in scavenger-savaged umber and brown robes rested beneath a
tree, with a staff still laying in the bony remnants of its fingers. The eyes
were gone and portions of the face. Maggots moved around the opened mouth.
Nikko's throat tightened and his stomach rebelled. "Tempest."
He sank to his knees, as shock sent him into his hybrid form, and he howled
his grief to the heavens.
CHAPTER TEN
SUSPICIONS
Malthus' house had gone up swiftly. So far he had a single room partitioned
off, with full walls and a door, instead of the usual half walls of the lycan
longhouses: his bedroom. His nieces slept in the living area for the nonce. He
intended to add on a study and a bedroom for them also. Shalto and Oswyl had
already laid the foundations. Eventually he would have a very cozy human style
cottage. There had been a bit of complaining among some of the myn who had
been here longer, however, once he got inside their minds, it stopped. The
growing insularity of the camp meant that the general lycan community did not
poke their noses in enough to notice the changes: the camp had become Malthus'
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