Interrupted by discovery

Your escapades ended, you retire quickly to bed together. You feel warmth and safety, cuddled by Dilancia, her arm wrapped around your belly, her legs nestled behind yours. It's from this position that causes you to awaken in the middle of the night. Comfortable and ****, her new cock has already demonstrated it's ability to grow erect on its own, it's engorged head poking you in your asshole. You can scarcely hold her accountable, you've been as hard as stone asleep countless times, including right now. You adjust so that it sits more comfortably, in the center of your ass cheeks. It's a different, pleasant sensation, that you feel yourself becoming aroused to, as you slowly begin shifting your hips back and forth, having it rub between them. You feel embarassed at your arousal, but also powerless to stop it, as you clench your own cock and start rubbing that, your partner next to you still asleep.

Your mind drifts to how unexpected and amazing it was, getting dick in your ass by Dilancia like that. Granted, within the church, you had written off any chance of romance, and with her, the nature of your biology made it one way. Not that this was ever bad, you remind yourself, she's been a wonderful partner, and with straight couples, that's normal. Despite all the positions out there, it's still one dick going into a choice of orifices. Now that Dilancia has been equipped, the choices are so much wider, and she can more easily express that domineering, aggressive attitude of hers. She scares you sometimes, but it makes it all the more thrilling, putting your body and your trust completely in her hands. You humor a thought briefly that there was a benefit to being captured by that vampire wench, and shudder at the thought. You let go of your cock and squirm away from Dilancia, letting your arousal cool down in self embarassment and shame.

As you try to settle back down and go back to bed, you hear a loud howling nearby, followed by shrieking laughter, causing a chill down your spine. You spring out of bed immediately, followed by the Colonel, who was also awoken by the noise. You each pull out simple robes from your haversacks and tie them on as you head out, investigating what's going on as the whole town awakens. The midnight air is bracing cold, shaking off any last moments of slumber or weariness you had.

"What's going on?" Dilancia calls out, as dozens marshall into the streets.

"The Baronness went on the hunt" One of the guards replied loudly from a watchtower. "Probably looking for the two of you, milady, but came up short. Looks like she didn't come away completely empty handed though."

"Open the gate!" You hear called, and a few soldiers rush out for a minute. You're shocked to see what they bring in with them. Each of them has grabbed a major limb of a werewolf, severely wounded and dying. Huge amounts of blood were clotting up in his tattered clothes. Out of sympathy and curiosity, the two of you rush over to the beast. Slightly conscious, it's yellow eyes fixate on you.

"Demetria?" It asked, reaching his hand out "Doolyn's girl? That can't be"

"Yes, it's me. I'm looking for Archdeacon Doolyn. How do you know him?" You take his paw in your hands, immediately concerned.

The werewolf lets out a weak laugh before coughing on blood "Oh, he's not going to like that at all. You were told to stay home."

"You mean he's alive?" The werewolf merely nodded, leading you to inquire further "Where is he? How is he? How do you know him?"

"He took me in, years ago. Let me stay in the Cathedral, slept in his office." This sounds familiar, which also doesn't narrow down who this is much. The Archdeacon was amazingly generous and hospitable, especially towards those who were utterly despondent.

"You probably don't remember me, you were a little thing than. You thought I smelt like I died in a bog."

Your head dives as you cringe at your own words; the bluntness children often express. "Yes, I do remember. Tsiber"

HIs gnarled teeth are exposed as he smiles in your confirmation "That's me."

"But, I don't understand, how could you be?"

"With practice, and control. Cardinal Fearghus taught me."

"Doolyn?" Dilancia spoke up "You mean, he knew you were a werewolf?"

"From the beginning, yes."

"What? How? I-I-I don't understand..." You say, utterly perplexed. "Tsiber, what's going on? What are you doing here? Where are these werewolves coming from?"

Tsiber experienced another fitful coughing of blood. Even as he recovered, there was clearly not much time left. He grasped at your robe to pull you in.

"The Army of the Night shall march against the Bloodless, when The Moon Burns Red. For Lupus Dei"

The tight grip of the beast falls slack, and the last breath falls out of his body.

The Captain of the Guard, who approached quietly behind you and listened to the conversation. "I'm sorry that you lost an old friend there miss. If it makes you feel any better, I can assure you that my men haven't attacked any of his kind since they've appeared."

"Thank you" You say in quiet morning.

"Any idea what he meant by that?"

"No" You reply as you shake your head.

"I have a guess." Dilancia speaks up, as she wraps an arm around your shoulder "Lupus Dei is an old name. It roughly translates now to the God of the Wolves. The Army of the Night, I'm assuming means him, and the rest of his kind. The Bloodless, meaning Vampires, If I had to take a guess. The Moon Burning Red must refer to some prophecized event."

"So what does that mean?" You ask "What do we do now?"

"For now, Demetria, we retire to bed. There's nothing we can do for your friend now. We will make sure he is given his proper respects in the morning, and we'll decide our course of action from there."