Werewolves of Haiti

"Mwen di nou li la, vini pou nou touye li," Nirva said in her cell phone, after making sure that Rachel was sufficiently far away. The young Haitian woman sighed, lamenting the lack of efficiency that the local members of The Trackers displayed. Their target was a lone young wolf-woman who didn't even seem to have access to her powers, and yet they'd managed to lose one of their foot soldiers during a botched execution attempt. A shame, really...

A few minutes later, Rachel emerged from the washroom, looking fresh and glowing that special afterglow that Nirva had been known to lay on both women and men. Although homosexuality and bisexuality were considered taboo in the island of Haiti, where most people were hardline Christians, with a growing Muslim minority, Nirva found her bisexuality to be an asset. The number of women and men she'd seduced and then dispatched made her a very useful operative...

"Hello gorgeous, you've been good to me, but I don't want to get you in trouble, there are people after me," Rachel said, smiling faintly, and Nirva looked at her and nodded. Nirva shook her head, amazed at how sweetly naïve Rachel was. This wolf-woman must be really new to the game, Nirva thought, wryly amused. This was going to be so much fun, killing a newbie, after having fun with her, of course...

"There's a sucker born every minute," Nirva said, laughing, and then she pulled out a revolver, one loaded with silver bullets. Rachel gasped in surprise, and the look of pure unadulterated shock on her pretty face was priceless. Nirva snapped her fingers, and her manservant and fellow operative, Serge Firmin, appeared, holding a massive rifle in his big hands.

"Well done, Miss Nirva," Serge said, and the burly manservant cocked his rifle and aimed it squarely at Rachel's chest. The young Haitian-American woman looked at Nirva, then at Serge. Slowly it dawned on her that she'd been duped, and that without knowing it, she'd gone straight into the lion's den, like a very lost and very foolish rabbit.

"Just tell me why, before you kill me," Rachel said, her anger rising as Nirva looked her up and down and laughed. Nirva licked her lips. Although she'd only been one of The Trackers for a few years, she'd become one of her most efficient operatives due to her ability to blend in regardless of the environment. While most of The Trackers were SWAT-like foot soldiers, Nirva was an intelligence operative, dedicated to using infiltration and treachery in her fight against the werewolves...

"Rachel, you are one dumb bitch, I'm one of The Trackers, and we hunt and kill your kind, all over the world, I'm thinking of making a handbag out of your wolf's pelt," Nirva said, laughing wickedly. Serge laughed as well, and Rachel gasped, feeling hot all of a sudden. The young woman's pulse quickened, and she felt like she was inside an oven. All of the day's events, they'd pushed her too damn far...

"Fuck you," Rachel screamed, and that's when it happened. Something she'd long repressed, and even made herself forget ever existed. The beast within. Freed at last, it slipped out of its shackles, and leapt out of its cage. Locked away in the depths of Rachel's consciousness, that side of her which she'd convinced herself didn't exist came forth, and it roared. Instantly the change began, and fur sprouted all over Rachel's body...

"Like I said, you're a dumb bitch," Nirva said, and she cocked her revolver, and her finger began squeezing the trigger. Rachel was a nascent werewolf, and she wouldn't be able to change as quickly as the more experienced ones, many of which Nirva had slain easily enough. Aiming for the newbie wolf-woman's head, Nirva got ready to kill her inexperienced enemy. Nirva always killed her targets while they were in wolf form. That way, they'd make great pelts...

"Oh shit," Serge shouted, and the manservant screamed as something massive and inhuman leapt through the window and crashed into the room. Serge screamed as a massive werewolf slammed him to the floor, and sank its fangs into his neck. The big man howled as the werewolf ripped his throat out, and although his body twitched, he was already dead...

"What the fuck?" Nirva screamed, shocked to see her friend and fellow Tracker Serge, a veteran of many successful hunts, brought down by the massive wolf-man. The young woman shouted angrily, and turned her revolver, aiming for the big wolf, who was now coming for her. In doing so, Nirva took her eyes off of a transforming Rachel, who closed in...

"Die, foul bitch," Rachel roared, and the nascent wolf-woman slammed into Nirva and brought her down. Nirva landed on the floor, bruised and stunned by Rachel's charge. As Nirva fell, she lost her grip on the revolver. As she tried to grab it, Rachel lashed out with her claws, and easily sliced Nirva's hand off. The young Haitian woman screamed, and her screams ended abruptly as Rachel ripped her throat out...

Rachel licked Nirva's blood, and then turned to face the new arrival, and the burly wolf-man came to a halt, a respectful distance away. Acting on instinct, Rachel stared at him. The new arrival was a massive wolf with a dark coat, his eyes were bright yellow, and she stared challengingly at him. If he wanted a fight, she was ready for him. Rachel saw concern, rather than aggression, in the wolf-man's eyes. Raking her tongue over her new fangs, Rachel relaxed, somewhat...

"Rachel, are you alright?" Joseph Dubois asked, and he watched as the feral wolf-woman that Rachel had become blinked in surprise. Joseph sighed, for he knew what had happened. Like a lot of werewolves nowadays, orphaned strays raised by human families, Rachel must have repressed her inhuman side to the point that she forgot it ever existed. Such confused cases were often a danger to themselves and others when their repressed side finally emerged...

"Joseph?" Rachel asked, and she watched, amazed, as the massive wolf changed before her very eyes, becoming a tall young black man. Joseph Dubois stood before her, completely vulnerable. Conflicting feelings warred within Rachel. Her inner wolf wanted to take out this new arrival, for he was a rival predator. The human being dwelling within her bestial, transformed body remembered Joseph as the man who saved her in the marketplace...

"Yes it's me," Joseph said carefully, and he watched as Rachel morphed, and within seconds, the magnificent, feral beast she'd become was gone, replaced by a very confused-looking and very beautiful young black woman. Tenderly, Joseph wrapped his arms around her. He didn't want to risk startling Rachel. She had little to no control over her inner Loup Garou, and he didn't even want to think of what he might have to do to her if she morphed out of fear and came at him...

"Thank you," Rachel said, and then, much to Joseph's surprise, and relief, the young Haitian-American female werewolf hugged him tightly, and kissed him on the cheek, in the Haitian manner. Joseph took her face into his hands and kissed her on the forehead. Rachel smiled up at him, then she gasped, shocked, as she looked at the mangled bodies of Serge and Nirva, which lay on the tiled floor in a pool of blood...

"Let's get out of here," Joseph said, and Rachel nodded and linked her arm with his. They exited the villa, and made their way out of Bel Air. After exiting La Loge, Rachel and Joseph went to Rue Deux, and caught a Camionette heading to Quartier Morin. They resolved to leave the City of Cap-Haitien immediately, since the Trackers were after them. As the packed vehicle began its long trek to the small town, Rachel rested her head against Joseph's shoulder. The day's events exhausted her...

"Nice couple," said an old Haitian lady sitting across from them, clutching her purse as the Camionette bounced up and down on the pothole-filled road. Joseph smiled at the old lady and nodded, but said nothing. They were close to Carrefour La Mort, and thus close to the rural commune of Quartier Morin. A particularly nasty bump on the road jolted the bus, and Rachel's eyes snapped open. For a moment, she looked about, and then smiled at Joseph.

"Mademoiselle, bonjour, you two look good together," the old Haitian woman said to Rachel, who smiled, nodded, and then kissed Joseph on the lips. The young Haitian man looked at Rachel, a bit surprised. Rachel smirked and she and the old lady exchanged a smile. Joseph sighed happily and then, hesitantly, he put his arm around her. Rachel did not object, much to his relief.

"Have a good day, madame," Joseph said to the old Haitian woman, as the Camionette finally reached Quartier Morin. She waved him and Rachel goodbye. Hand in hand, Rachel and Joseph walked through the sunlit streets. Rachel smiled as she took in her surroundings. Hard to believe that so much had happened to her in just a few hours. She was a different woman when she left Quartier Morin for a trip to the City of Cap-Haitien a few hours earlier, that's for damn sure...

"We've got a lot to discuss, Joseph, first, I want you to meet my Aunt Gladys," Rachel said, smiling at her new not-quite-lover as they finally reached the Mathurin household. Rachel sniffed the air, and with her new, augmented senses, she knew instantly that her aunt wasn't home. Looking at Joseph, she smiled and licked her lips. Joseph smiled wolfishly at Rachel. He knew what was up...

"Damn you're beautiful," Joseph whispered, as Rachel led him to her bedroom. Impatiently the young woman grabbed him, and shoved him against the wall. Joseph winced in pain, and braced himself for a long, arduous afternoon. Wolf-women were a demanding sort, and as Rachel's first, he prayed that he was able to satisfy her. Some wolf-women had been known to kill their male lovers after lackluster performances in the bedroom, according to old stories told by old wolf-men...

"Shut up and fuck me, if you can handle all of this," Rachel said, smirking and drinking in the look of amazement on Joseph's face as she undressed before him. Tall and curvy, dark-skinned and gorgeously naked, Rachel faced Joseph, hands on her hips. Smiling coyly, she rubbed her breasts with one hand, and slid a finger into her wet, hairy pussy with the other. Joseph held his breath as she demanded that he come to her...

"Challenge accepted," Joseph said, and he pulled Rachel into his arms and kissed her. Hastily he undressed, and Rachel admired his tall and muscular, lean and athletic body. Running her hands all over his hairy chest and washboard abs, Rachel smiled. Without warning she grabbed his dick, which was long, thick and uncircumcised. Grinning, Rachel stroked Joseph's cock and balls, and looked into his eyes challengingly. Once Rachel relaxed her hold on his family jewels, Joseph fell to his knees before her...

"Hell yeah," Rachel whispered, and she sat up on the bed, legs spread, as Joseph knelt before her and ate her pussy with gusto. Rachel licked her lips, and felt all tension melt away from her body as Joseph began pleasuring her. Briefly she thought of Nirva, who'd licked her pussy earlier, and seethed with anger. The female Tracker brought her much pleasure, but had ultimately betrayed her. Rachel looked down at Joseph, who busied himself eating out her pussy. She hoped her new lover and fellow werewolf would treat her better than her previous lover...

"Relax, sweetie, I've got you, always," Joseph said, as he looked up, his lips moist with Rachel's pussy juices. Rachel smiled and gently caressed the back of his neck, then nodded. Winking at her, Joseph resumed eating Rachel's pussy. Flicking his tongue over her clitoris, he slid two fingers into Rachel's pussy, then a third. Rachel moaned passionately as Joseph worked her over. The brother definitely knew his way around a vagina...

"Oh fuck, you're killing me, Joseph," Rachel cried out, as Joseph continued eating her out. After putting her on all fours, Joseph admired her big dark brown booty, and to really shine him on, Rachel shook her big ass for him. Joseph slapped her thick derriere, and then resumed eating Rachel's pussy. Soon he had her squealing in delight, and Rachel knew that Joseph was just getting started...

"Hmm, but what a way to go," Joseph paused to say, and he slid a finger into Rachel's asshole while eating her pussy. That's when Rachel lost it and screamed, orgasmic. Joseph watched, amazed, as the young Haitian-American woman's voluptuous body shuddered violently, in the throes of a wicked orgasm. Rachel squealed, for she was on cloud nine, and Joseph knew he'd brought her there...

"Joseph, you freaky, wonderful man, give me that dick," Rachel said, much later, after she'd calmed down from what her lover had done to her. Joseph smiled as Rachel grabbed his dick, and then began sucking it greedily. He wanted to tell her to slow down but her eyes had that feral yellow glow, and he thought better of it. Leaning back against the couch, Joseph closed his eyes and relaxed and enjoyed. Rachel sucked him until he came, and then drank his seed.

"Let's go for a ride," Rachel said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Locking eyes with Joseph, Rachel straddled him. Joseph smiled and caressed her tits, and Rachel took a deep breath. Pursing her lips, Rachel was about to tell Joseph to get with the program when the naughty dude smacked her big round ass. Rachel felt Joseph's dick harden under her, and grabbed it.

"Ready for me?" Joseph asked, smirking, and Rachel shrugged and instead of answering, she rubbed his dick against her vaginal opening. Joseph pushed himself into her with a swift thrust after bucking his hips. Rachel smiled happily as she felt his throbbing hardness inside of her. Resting her hands against his shoulders, Rachel began riding Joseph's hard dick, and he pumped his tool into her. Rachel hadn't been with a man in a while, normal or otherwise, and Joseph was just what the doctor ordered...

"Hit that ass and don't slack off," Rachel hissed as she got on all fours, and she smiled coyly at Joseph while shaking her big ass at him. Joseph grinned and came up behind her. Grabbing her big booty, he caressed it and lightly smacked it, and then rubbed his hard dick against it. Reaching for some Vaseline on Rachel's night stand, he applied some on her hole after she spread her ass cheeks wide open...

"I wouldn't dream of slacking off with you, gorgeous," Joseph said, smiling as he pressed his hard dick against Rachel's asshole. The young woman groaned impatiently, and Joseph slapped her ass with his dick, teasing the hell out of her. Turning her head, Rachel shot him a look. Joseph shook his head and pushed his dick into Rachel's asshole. A sharp squeal escaped her lips as his dick popped into her ass. Holding her hips firmly, Joseph worked his dick into Rachel's warm, tight asshole...

"Oh yeah, fuck me," Rachel whispered, face down and ass up, as Joseph took her to the edge, and showed her what both Haitian masculinity, and wolf-men's passion, were all about. Hard and fast Joseph fucked her, and Rachel pressed her big ass against his groin, driving his dick even deeper inside of her. Joseph laughed heartily as he rocked that ass, filling Rachel's hole with his dick, and delighting in her passionate screams and moans. Such a powerful woman, the female of his feral and much-maligned species, and she was his...

"Welcome to a new world, sweetie," Joseph said to Rachel, as they lay in bed, hours later. Outside the window, Rachel saw that night had fallen. Smiling, the young woman rested her head against her lover's chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. Such a strong man, Rachel thought, pleased. As she lay in Joseph's arms, Rachel thought of the incredible day she'd just had. Her world had definitely changed...

"I'm glad you're in it with me," Rachel replied, and then she kissed Joseph. Just like that, they began making preparations. The Trackers were after them. The global organization's ruthless men and vicious women wouldn't stop until every werewolf on the planet earth was exterminated. Rachel instinctively knew that she had to move, and Joseph was in agreement. After packing, Rachel left a note to her aunt, thanking her for everything, and then she and Joseph vanished into the night...