The Alpha Dating Game(36)

He leaned over to kiss the other girl, who was tweaking Greta’s very huge nipples. It was all very erotic, and smolderingly wet. The kiss was long, sweet – all tongues probing inner cheeks and molars. A kiss that was the promise of wetter tunnels to encircle his thrusting cock and hot juices to run down his balls.

“Ohhhhh!” Greta shrieked as she climaxed. Her huge breasts heaved and she threw her head back against the wall. The framed picture beside her – a hunting scene involving bears attacking a human hunter – shook.

Then the clock struck twelve.

The gong went CLAAANG throughout the house. The walls shuddered. Kyle knew what it signified. As did everyone else. They went into a hush of anticipation. Orgasms were quickly realized. Gasps filled the air.

“The Elders are coming,” went the whispers.

Fuck! What a time to be caught with your pants down.

Kyle quickly thrust and grinded his way to a swift orgasm. His semen jettisoned into Greta’s pussy, and he pulled out quickly.

“Later,” he promised the other girl, whose name he had yet to find out.

The gong resounded again. The CLAAANG went right through his brain and juddered his brain cells into buzzing atoms. His cock was still emptying its sperm onto the marble floor. He quickly tucked it into his pants. Its hardness had not fully abated yet. Greta tucked in her breasts, as did the other girl.

Heads were turned everywhere. Kyle held his breath. The Elders were so rarely seen that they were a spectacle unto themselves.

The Elders strode through the double doors of the hall like mystical shamans. There were three of them – two men and one woman. They wore pelts sewn from the fur of many different types of animals – wolf, coyote, panther, lion. Their faces were masked, once again with the faces of different animals. Kyle knew that these were the furs and heads of the enemies they had slain.

No one bowed. Their clan was not the servile sort. All the werebears stood proud and tall as the Elders glided through the hall. They stopped in front of Jericho, the Alpha, who had a half-naked Alison in his arms. Her fairy wings had fallen off and both her large breasts were enticingly exposed. She was flushed from the alcohol and the drugs, and her head lolled backwards in stupor.

Jericho acknowledged the Elders by nodding.

“Bring the girl,” said one of the Elders, who wore the head of a bull.

Alison collapsed in Jericho’s arms as he hefted her body in his strong arms. Kyle and Caleb quickly arranged their clothing and trooped behind their father. Damn, Kyle thought, but his cock was still hard. It filled the crotch of his trousers admirably.

“Still filled with sap, brother?” Caleb remarked with a grin.

“Sssssh.” Kyle was always wary of the Elders.

The Elders proceeded to exit the hall and into a corridor. Jericho followed them with the now extremely drowsy Alison in his arms.

“Where are we going, lover?” she crooned sleepily.

“Somewhere, sweet, where you can sleep.”

“Don’t take too long. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

Kyle felt sorry for her. But no! He wasn’t supposed to. She was human. He should not feel sorry for humans, who were the old enemy. If given a chance, Jericho always said, they would hunt werebears down for sport or experiment. Which made it imperative for their existence to remain secret.

Kyle and Caleb, as Jericho’s sons, formed the tail of the procession. No one followed them, as was the custom. The corridor ended at an iron door – one which no one was allowed to enter bar ceremonies, not even the owners of this house itself. One of the Elders held the key and he inserted this into the lock.

Kyle was well aware of what was behind this door . . . and what lurked within the bowels of the earth beneath this house. He did not possess the second sight, but if he had, he reckoned he would see ley lines and the like crisscrossing the epicenter of this house. For this house was built on hallowed land, which was the only way to contain a terrible ancient entity.

Whom no one had ever seen.

Did it still exist? Kyle wondered. What if it had died, and they were still performing this terrible ceremony to appease what had been dead for dozens of years?

The door opened noiselessly, revealing a stairway. Naked electric light bulbs lit the way down. The Elders entered the doorway and descended. The Atreides trio followed behind.

“I smell sulphur,” Alison remarked. Her eyeballs were glazed as she looked at Jericho.

Kyle didn’t smell anything, but her statement bothered him.

As they descended, he could hear water dripping behind the walls. There as an underground stream somewhere. The bulbs flickered. They were powered from the house electrical grid, a modern concession for an ancient crypt.