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I had never paid much attention to Jessica, my next-door neighbor, during high school. First, she was three years younger than me, so growing up we never really hung out, and then in school we never had class together. Second, we just ran in very different circles anyway. Jessica had always been an athlete, swimming and track, while I had been focused on school. And at just over six foot and naturally trim, it wasn’t unheard of for me to have a girlfriend.

In my own defense, I wasn’t completely devoid of athletic skill, though I would never have been a star. But I had always been above average in the classroom, so that’s where I devoted my time and energy.

It all paid off three years ago, when I started school at Stanford. I was pre-law with everything going for me. Including a summer internship with my uncle’s law firm, which is what brought me back home to begin with.

The first few weeks went by fine, nothing exciting happening. I still had some high school friends in town, so whenever I had free time I hung out with them. I don’t think I even saw Jessica in those first few weeks, but then again, she was still in school. My mom at one point did say something about her growing up, but I didn’t really pay attention.

The first time I really saw Jessica was on her graduation day. She was taking pictures with her family, dressed in her cap and gown. I certainly couldn’t see much, but I saw that her face had become even prettier. When we were in high school, she had been pretty enough, but like I said, I had been focused on school.

It looked like she had lost her baby fat, as her face had slimmed somewhat. She still had that All-American, “girl next door” look to her, but what guy didn’t like that? She was blonder than I remembered, but I hadn’t seen her in two years or so. I really didn’t think much of it all, except that she had grown into a pretty young woman.

A week later, my parents left for the weekend. They were both semi-retired, with the emphasis on the retired. They were gone constantly, with was fine with me. Not that I had anything exciting to do, but I had become used to living on my own. They left Friday morning, before I even got up.

I finished up work and was on my way home when I got a message from one of my friends that “everyone” was going out tonight. What I really wanted was just to sit by the pool and drink, whether or not anyone else was with me. The bars had never really been my thing, but that didn’t always stop me from going anyway.

Reluctantly I went out, and did manage to have a decent time. A few people I hadn’t seen in a while were out too, so my friend hadn’t been completely full of shit. And as always, there were beautiful girls out, making me wish I had the guts to just take one of them home. It had been months since the last time I’d been with anyone.

By the time I got home, I was looking forward to having another beer and a relaxing dip in the pool. My head was just barely buzzing, making me feel relaxed and happy. I pulled into the garage and went straight to my room to change into my trunks.

I grabbed a towel and my precious beer and walked onto our back patio. I didn’t’ bother to turn on any lights as I walked out. I was drinking my beer as I walked, and what I saw, once I processed it, almost made me spit it out. There was someone already in my pool, and it was female. It took me another full second to realize that this mystery swimmer was also naked!

Whoever it was had an easy stroke and was clearly a strong swimmer. She was blond, her hair probably just below her shoulders. She still had not noticed me standing there, watching her. The water glided over her shapely body and I felt a stirring in my shorts. I took another sip of beer and thanked God my parents had put in the pool.

This swimmer then finished her lap and stopped, wiping the water from her eyes. Still not noticing me, she pushed away from the edge and back into the pool, but this time swimming on her back. I was just about to search for her bathing suit, but immediately forgot about it when her spectacular body came into view.

There wasn’t much light, and her face was hidden in shadows, but there was enough to make out the clear mounds of flesh on her chest. They were ample, but not big. Perfectly proportioned to her long slender body, the water flowed over and around them erotically. I looked farther down her body, to where her legs were leisurely kicking, but couldn’t make out any details.

Just then, she pulled even with me and saw me. She yelped out in shock and instantly moved to cover herself. It was then that I got a good look at her face and saw that it was my neighbor Jessica!

“Jesus Mark, you scared the shit out of me,” she said, out of breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you in my pool,” I said, stressing where she was playfully. “Do you often break into people’s pools in the middle of the night?” It was well past midnight by now, which had made the surprise of finding someone in my pool all the more complete.

“I thought you went with your parents,” was all she said. She was still not making any move to get out of the pool.

“You know, it’s silly to sit here talking in the dark like this…” I trailed off. I was pretty sure she didn’t know I had seen her nakedness.

“No!” she almost yelled, stifling herself in case she woke up her own parents.

“No? Why not?”

“Because I’m…I’m skinny dipping,” she said, the first hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice.

“Whoa, whoa whoa,” I started, faking outrage and shock. “I come home to find my hot neighbor naked in my pool, and she expects me to leave the lights off?!”

“Oh shut up Mark, and just look the other way while I put my suit back on.” She started swimming to the edge and I reluctantly did as I was told. When I heard her get out of the pool, I tried to steal a peek, but couldn’t really see much. Still too dark.

“I’m sorry, I should really be going home anyway,” she said, and I turned, hoping she wasn’t clothed yet. Damn, she was.

“Jessica, I really don’t care. You can stay longer if you want.” I was desperately hoping she would, the alcohol only heightening my arousal.

“I bet you’d like that,” she said, moving her head down to indicate my crotch. I looked down to see a very noticeable bulge, one that I hadn’t even been aware of. “See you later tiger,” she said over her shoulder, walking towards her own house. I watched the silhouette of her hips as she walked and felt myself get harder. Damn, she had turned into a drop-dead gorgeous woman!

I didn’t even bother with the pool after that, going straight inside and jerking off. Her tone of voice as she walked away left me intrigued. It had been quite playful, even flirty. Whatever it was, it left me sure that it wouldn’t be too awkward the next time we saw each other.

As it turns out, the next time we saw each other was the very next day. Except we didn’t talk, so I’m not sure how awkward it was for her. It was sure as hell awkward for me though.

I was cutting the grass right after lunch, waiting to see if Jessica was going to come over or anything. By the time I got to the backyard, I was sweating through my T-shirt and ready for a cold drink. I was a little disappointed that Jessica had not come over to chat or anything, as our front yards are open to each other.

Our back yards are much more secluded, though by no means impenetrable. A row of short hedges and some trees give some privacy. In reality, it’s more illusion than anything else. But right as I started the back, I saw Jessica walk out onto their patio, dressed in what was probably the same bikini from the night before. She had a towel draped over a shoulder and was holding a glass of cola in one hand.

From that distance I could make out her body and face pretty well. I had been right last night – Jessica had grown up into a full-blown knockout! She waved at me as I rode the mower by, and I managed to wave back. Before the trees blocked my view, I saw that she was about to catch some sun.

For the next half hour, I fought to mow in straight lines, as my head was constantly swiveling and bobbing for the best view of her already-tanned body. By the time I was done, I had caught enough split-second glimpses that I knew I would need a quick dip in the pool. As I already figured I’d be hot, I had on my trunks.

I parked the mower in the back shed and started walking back to the house. Of course I looked over again, expecting to see Jessica just as she had been. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I saw that she had taken off her top! I stopped dead in my tracks, unsure of what to do. I desperately wanted a better look, but it was broad daylight. There was no sneaking up on her.

Finally, I decided that even just a few feet closer would be enough. I slunk my way through the trees until I was in the middle of the tree line. There were trees closer, but I figured I’d stay in the shadows.

Just as I settled into a half-crouch behind a thick elm, Jessica lifted her head and I thought for sure she saw me. Instead, she reached over and grabbed her bottle of tanning lotion. I took a deep breath and said a quick prayer.

Thank you!

She started rubbing the lotion over her smooth skin, the lotion only adding to the effect. She started at her legs and worked her way up. Goddamn did she have a great body. Her legs were perfectly toned from hours of training, and the lotion only heightened my awareness.

By the time she got past her toned and flat stomach, my dick was already growing rapidly. Jessica next squirted some of her lotion directly onto her chest, and my jaw literally dropped. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier. I couldn’t help but equate the lotion to my own hot liquid I would love to spray all over her chest.

As she rubbed the lotion over her perfect breasts she looked around the yard, checking for perverts like me. For a second, my heart stopped and I thought she saw me again, but her head just kept moving past me. I couldn’t help but rub myself through my trunks as she leaned back in her chair and continued to knead the lotion onto her wonderful mounds, her tits glistening in the sun.

I could have easily jerked myself off right there, but remembered it was in the middle of the afternoon. Tragically, I tore myself away from my hiding place and snuck back into my house. I was just about to relieve my aching member when the phone rang. Turned out it was my parents just checking in, but it was enough to let my tension ease away on its own.

A quick dip in the pool to cool the rest of the way down and I was much calmer. The rest of the afternoon was spent lazing about the house, doing some light chores in between a nap and some light reading. I ate supper in front of the TV and did some work since I was kind of bored. Calling to my friends revealed they had more of the same planned, so I told them I’d skip the bars that night.

I had no idea what I’d do instead and got ready to watch a movie. I headed to my bedroom to pick out a movie. I just happened to glance out my second-story window and got an even better show. Turns out Jessica must have moved to a different bedroom in their house, as my window now looked directly into hers, through a very large patio door.

And there in her room was Jessica, standing stark naked. Her back was to me, and she was looking at herself in the mirror, probably examining the day’s tanning. I immediately felt a surge of electricity shoot through my groin, fixing me in place. I knew that if I kept my light on, she could spot me even easier. After a few seconds, I sprinted across my room and shut the light off.

I got back to the window and let out a sigh of relief as Jessica was still standing there. Now both of us could examine her body. Discounting the night before in my pool on account of bad lighting, this was my best view of her yet. As it was, I could only see her back since she was standing directly in front of the mirror.

But that was more than enough. Every muscle on her body looked to be stretched tight. Her calves were perfectly shaped from miles of running and her thighs were slim but powerful looking. All leading up to the most perfect heart-shaped ass I’d ever seen. Her back was smooth and flawless, like all of her skin, and shone with a healthy tan.

I reached down, gripped my hardening shaft, and started stroking myself through my shorts. This was absolutely too much for me to take. Jessica started moving around, getting different views of herself in the mirror. This gave me a perfect profile of her perky tits, sitting proud and high on her chest. Then she ran her hands up to heft each of them and I almost lost it.

I frantically grabbed a sock from the floor, not wanting to paint my wall. I looked back up to see that Jessica was walking to the far side of her bed. Just a little longer, I thought to myself, my hand starting to stroke up and down my length with purpose. But if I was afraid of her leaving or putting clothes on, I was way off.

She bent over at the waist and reached into her bedside table, giving me more fuel for my fantasies. She pulled something out, exactly what I couldn’t see, and tiptoed to her door. Listening for a second, she returned to her bed and laid down on her back. I wondered for a second just what the hell this was all about and then was shocked when I realized what she was about to do.

To confirm my guess, I saw what she was holding in her hand – a light blue vibrator. My cock twitched and I fought down my climax. I watched, enthralled, as Jessica spread her legs and ran her free hand down to her box. I had a perfect profile view of her, but that meant unfortunately I couldn’t see the real action. But this was more than anything I’d ever expected!

Jessica gently sucked the vibrator into her mouth, her lips looking amazingly soft even from 60 feet away. I groaned my appreciation involuntarily, and my heart stopped, thinking she would hear me. The window’s closed stupid, I thought. Then I noticed that Jessica’s patio door was opened considerably and decided to take a chance. Opening my own window, I told myself to keep quiet no matter what I saw.

I finished opening it just as Jessica started moving her toy down her stomach. Her head was lying on a pillow and her eyes were closed, her face the picture of relaxed pleasure. I was beyond fascinated when I watched her slip the vibrator between her legs, wishing I could see her pussy.

I listened intently, trying to pick up the sound of the vibrator but couldn’t. Instead, I heard Jessica moan longingly and watched her hand make rhythmic motions between her legs. Her thighs blocked my view, but they weren’t bad to look at anyway. I wondered what they’d feel like clamped around my waist if my dick ever replaced that enviable vibrator.

Her hand sped up considerably and I felt myself about to lose it. Her moaning became more obvious, and when her free hand moved up to play with her tit, I felt my orgasm start. I watched her hand gently tweak her nipple, just before I unloaded myself into my measly sock.

Still, I came hard enough that I inadvertently grunted, just a little too loud. This time, my head wasn’t the only one to whip up in alarm. Jessica immediately stopped and grabbed a robe that must have been hanging nearby. I dropped my head below my window when she raced to her patio door.

I’m sure she stared out for a few minutes, before I heard her door shut. I waited a little longer before peaking my head up again. This time, there was nothing to see except Jessica’s drapes drawn across the window. Fuck, I thought to myself. I flipped my light back on and cleaned up my mess.

For the rest of the night, I half expected Jessica to storm over and bitch me out, or maybe just call to do it. But nothing of the sort happened. I watched my movie and generally wasted my night away before going to bed.

I woke up the next day with that same sense of dread though. She might not have known what to say, or too embarrassed, the night before, but after sleeping on it, she might have something to say. It was almost lunch when I woke up, so I head straight downstairs to the kitchen for something to eat.

I looked out the big window while I made a sandwich and saw Jessica, my heart stopping. But I saw that she was running down the street, not stalking up my front walk. Her blond hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that swished back and forth to the tempo of her stride.

Since she was focused on running, I took a moment to admire her. And since she was wearing one of those small portable radios, I figured she was too intent to notice. She was wearing just a white sports bra on top, which did a decent job of holding her cleavage under control. Her sexy midriff was left bare, and a pair of those tiny red running shorts was the only other article of clothing besides shoes.

I watched her run until she was out of view, wondering just when the hell she had developed into such a stunner. Shaking my head, I went back to my sandwich. After I ate it, I found myself hanging out near the front of the house, hoping to spot Jessica on her return circuit, but to no avail. In fact, I didn’t see her the rest of the day, and believe me I was looking.

After I had eaten dinner, I had given up on seeing her in something skimpy. On the plus side, I figured either she wasn’t going to say anything to me about last night, or she didn’t know I had seen her. But when she called just after sunset, my breath caught in my throat all the same.

“Hey Mark, what’re you up to?” she asked casually.

“Nothing, really,” I said, hoping she couldn’t hear my heart hammering through the phone. “Why, what’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m just bored.”

I blew a quiet sigh of relief. My guess was she didn’t know I’d seen her.

“Yeah, I am too. I already did some work, so I’m actually ahead.”

“Great. Maybe I can come over and use your pool,” she joked.

“Just as long as you use it naked, and I have time to hide the camera.” Hey, now there was an idea! I thought to my perverted self.

“Great, I’ll be over in a few,” she said perkily before hanging up. I didn’t think anything of it, but I was still hoping….

A few minutes later I was sitting in the living room when I heard the back patio door open and then close. I wasn’t even hoping she’d be naked already, but maybe at least a swimsuit.

Instead, she was wearing an outfit very similar to the one she had gone running in. This time, the sports bra was replaced by a very tight, white tank top, and the red shorts were now orange. And instead of running shoes, she had on a pair of thong sandals. If she would just turn around, I could find out if she had on any other thong apparel.

“Hey there,” she said lightly, as if we hung out all the time. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind that at all.

“Hey,” I said, feigning nonchalance and staring at the TV. “You didn’t even bother with a towel? Nice.”

“What?” she started. “Oh yeah. Eh, I decided against it for now. Maybe some other night.” God I hoped so.

For the next hour or so we just hung and chatted, leaving the TV on as background and a conversation starter. It turns out that Jessica was much more intelligent than I had thought, forcing me to scold myself on my shallow judgment. She easily kept up with me through most of our talking, which was impressive for her age. Most high school seniors could care less about what was happening outside their social lives.

It was getting close to ten o’clock, and I knew I should start thinking about bed. But I didn’t want to send Jessica home either. She was fun to talk to, and fun to look at too. So far, I had managed to hold back any impulses, avoiding any awkward “swelling.”

I was flipping through the channels, looking for anything remotely interesting to prolong the night, when I flipped right past the adult station. There was only a quick flash of a bare breast, and I suddenly grew very aware of Jessica next to me and what I had seen the night before.

He was waist-deep in the river, his back to her; Sif and Baldur had vanished. As she first suspected, the water was glacial, making her gasp aloud and her nipples scowl as she rushed deeper into it, unwilling to prolong the initial shock and provoke more teasing. She was nearly up to her breasts when he finally turned around, as if having waited for her benefit.

It seemed so natural to Mikhail, playfully splashing Samantha, making her squeal and splash back. The riverbed was a ticklish silt carpet, and the water a constant pull downstream. She kept moving, invigorated now, accustomed now to Mikhail seeing her breasts, or other parts of her, as she swam about.

After a time, he made a show of pursuing her, and she half-stumbled to escape his clutches, shrieking and giggling as he chased her out of the water and onto the bank, both of them collapsing, rolling over each other, muddying themselves.

Then she felt his erection against her thigh.

Samantha’s eyes widened as their wrestling ceased, both of them aware of how the circumstances had suddenly changed, with that simple, undeniable physical reaction on Mikhail’s part. Then, with only some surprise, she found her own desire present, calling, as if it had been there all along, waiting the ideal moment.

But what about her Master?

To hell with Him.

When they kissed, not as friends but as imminent lovers, warmth coursed through her, sending her belly into somersaults but acknowledging that Samantha needed what Mikhail could provide. Their bodies fitted together, tongues dancing, his erection pressing into her mound with wild anticipation.

He parted from her, the breath leaving his body in a shudder, and she looked between them, at the firm stem of his cock, long and thick, its damask head collared by darker skin, and rearing up from a clump of black curls over his balls. Boldly she reached down and grasped it, easily drawing the foreskin back and forth, as if to confirm this was real, not some fantasy.

Then he gently eased her onto her stomach, her breasts pressing into the mud, saying nothing, having no time or need for courtship. She acknowledged how he wanted her; she wanted it, too, rising onto all fours. Warm fluid seeped from between her thighs, and she desperately craved to be stretched to capacity, literal fulfilment.

With something like a growl Mikhail parted Samantha’s thighs and lifted her up, before mounting her. The lips of her sex swallowed the cooler head of his cock, then almost the full stem as he pressed into her, enveloping him totally. She felt his balls slap against her with every thrust, while his hands gripped her sides, unwilling to release her. It felt strange, new to her, his body having hardly the same amount of hair as… They found a mutual rhythm, each giving, each gaining, her mind and body awash with the sensations invoked.

But soon Mikhail coaxed their rhythm into a more urgent gallop, one Samantha agreed upon: lovely. She pictured how they might look to the wolves: naked, muddied animals caught in their own heat. This image, and an extra deep thrust on Mikhail’s part, made her climax with a strangled cry; wave after wave of pleasure ran through her, making her dig her nails into the mud.

Mikhail came, too, grunting, his body spasming behind hers. After a time he withdrew, leaving her feeling empty but immensely satisfied, and they lay together, facing each other, their pulses still rapid.

But her post-coital embers died quickly, replaced by a cold wash of guilt. She froze, the warmth of spent lust seeping from between her clenched thighs. “Oh, God… Master…”

He stared quizzically at her. “Samantha?”

The realisation of her act struck her like a hammer, when it should have been evident from the start. “What the hell have I done?” She sat up, shame making her cover herself with her hands, then stagger to her feet to reach her clothes. When he followed, she raised a hand. “Keep back! Don’t look at me!”

He turned away. “Samantha, I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to force-”

“Shut up! You didn’t!” She only wished that he had; at least she would have had a legitimate excuse. She was drawing her knickers up over her bum when she heard the growls. She froze at the sight of Sif and Thor, a short distance away, teeth bared and hackles raised.

For the first time in a long time, she felt fear. Still, she forced down her emotion and opened up her mind, letting the words flow from her. “Brother, sister, be at peace. We mean you no harm. Leave.”

But even as she acknowledged not feeling the same power as before, she also acknowledged that the wolves continued to growl, and draw closer, as if they no longer understood, or cared.

A knot twisted in her belly. What the hell was going on?

Then she yelped at the gunshot directly behind her, turning to see Mikhail standing there, still naked but holding his rifle, with which he had just fired one round into the air. The wolves scattered.

Master, where are you?

“Come on,” Mikhail was saying, dressing quickly, looking like a man who’d just realised he’d walked on to a pond . “Let’s get back to camp.”

She wanted to stay, to follow the pack and find out what had happened, perhaps try again. But instead she dressed as well, silently, guilt and dread welling up inside her like blood from an internal wound, avoiding his touches, his overtures to get her to open up.

*

They had move from the waystation to a smaller, more claustrophobic and primitive cabin, but she didn’t remain inside long after dinner. Despite his protests, she had ventured out alone, into the woods, promising to bring a weapon along with her. When she found a suitable small clearing, a haven for insects in the salmon-pink sky of dusk, she began stripping off her clothes, piling them together with the rifle, needing none of them, nor any of the candles or other mystical paraphernalia that was once required, such was her rapport with Him. But she did bring the collar, as a focus – and a symbol.

She had to summon Him, summon Him now and explain what had happened.

The cold harsh ground was ignored as she fitted the collar around her and knelt down, emptying her mind to all but the prayer, knowing that as it took hold, a welcoming heat would envelop her: O Powerful Fenris, son of Loki and Angrboda, bound to the rock of Gioll, I, your servant, your possession, conjure thee on this night and at this hour here, to order firmed affairs with thee…

She waited for the expected swirls of air, the eldritch crackle of energy dancing across her skin like snakes of static electricity.

She waited.

She whispered the Summoning aloud this time.

And waited some more.

A terrible dread gripped her, twisted her insides. She opened her eyes, looked about, and smelled the air for his musk. “Master?”

Nothing. “Master? Please, come to me.”

The silence was unbearable. “Master!”

Panic set in. She dropped forward until her head nearly touched the ground, and her fists banged again and again. “Master! Where are you? Please! Please come to me! Please!”

She didn’t hear Mikhail approach, lift her up, didn’t hear his concerned pleas to know what was wrong. She was swept away in a hysterical panic. “He’s gone- won’t come- won’t speak to me- Master-gone-GONE-”

The slap across the face snapped her back. She stood there and shook, as he stepped away long enough to grab her coat and wrap it around her.

*

“Six years ago, I began dabbling in the Wiccan arts. I turned out to be quite good at it - great, even.” Sitting by the fire in the hut, still wrapped in the blanket, with a mug of vodka in hand and the collar in her lap, she stared blankly into the flames. “Though it turned out my arrogance exceeded my mastery. I told you about the spirit forms that could be summoned and made to serve those with sufficient power and skill. Well, I sought to become Fenris’ Mistress. But instead I became His slave, His… pet.”

She looked across at Mikhail, as if daring him to contest what she said. When he just sat there, hands steepled before him, staring at her, she continued, the shock of losing contact with Fenris overwhelming any embarrassment at telling the Russian the full truth. “And I have lovingly served Him ever since. I changed my career, my very life, in service to Him. I have even helped give a sort of ‘birth’ to His spirit offspring; the reports of wolf sightings in the Scottish and English forests now outnumber the ones for big cats.”

She rubbed her eyes. “And it was He who bade me go out into the world and help those of His earthly brethren who are threatened by man. He even gave me the gift of communicating with them.”

Mikhail leaned forward, dropping his joined hands to hang between his parted legs. “You tried to summon him tonight?”

She nodded. “But He didn’t come. He can easily appear in the flesh, as real as anything else. But there was nothing now, not even a whisper.”

“Why do you suppose?”

She looked up, almost afraid to voice it, but knowing she had to face it. “A relationship with a being like Fenris is all-encompassing, uncompromising. He demands obedience, loyalty, fidelity. I… betrayed him. Betrayed him by having feelings… having sex… for you.” She startled herself with the level of anger in her voice, as if he was to blame for her own actions. “Now He has abandoned me.”

“Perhaps… perhaps not.” He raised a finger towards her. “Have you tried summoning Fenris here before?”

She frowned, as if waiting for him to start rationalising it all, or worse, ridiculing her. But still she replied, “No. I’ve not had much opportunity. Why?”

“Wolves have territories. That might also apply to wolf gods, their energies bound to the lands where belief in their existence has held dominance for centuries. Fenris may consider Britain or Northern Europe his territory, but this land belongs to Zakarij. And as with real wolves, there may be protocols to be met, appeasements to be made. Perhaps you need to summon Zakarij first, beg her permission to let Fenris here… with some local help.”

Samantha blinked, not sure of what he meant but recognising, and grasping, the glimmer of hope he seemed to be offering. “You know where we can find this… ‘local help’?”

*

It was a chill, starless night, the wind stirring the surrounding trees of the clearing, a precursor to the oncoming storm.

Mikhail had brought out with them some emergency candles, salt, water, a knife, and a hastily-fashioned ring of wolf hair gathered from previous pack encounters. He cleared an area on the ground of stones and leaves, and began preparing a circle of salt, as she watched, her nerves attacking her gut. “Mikhail, are you sure about this?”

“Sure? Of course not, my little witch. If my parents knew what I was up to, or our superiors…”

“I meant, are you sure you can remember enough from what your grandmother taught you?”

He paused before answering. “The specific words and procedures aren’t as important as the mental state. Which is a good thing, as I don’t think we can find a chalice of virgin blood around here.”

She recalled her own history, how a slight mistranslation of a Summoning spell on her part had ended up binding her to Fenris, and was less optimistic. “We’re mixing magicks here. I blew my hair dryer to buggery when I plugged it in my hotel room the first day I arrived. I don’t want to think about what will happen with this…”

He knelt and removed his boots, then his socks. “If you feel strongly enough about this, you can always wait until you get back to Britain - once our real mission fails.”

In the distance, the wolves howled as if in agreement. They couldn’t stay where they were now, it still wasn’t safe. And they wouldn’t move unless Samantha could regain her abilities, her link with Fenris. She accepted that there was more at stake than just her damaged relationship with her Master-

“Samantha…”

She glanced up. Mikhail had almost finished undressing, and was obviously waiting for her to join him in his skyclad state. Blushing, a strange sensation given that they had fucked that afternoon, she followed quickly, hoping that her guilt and dread could be kept under control, allowing her to achieve the proper mental state.

She never saw the candles being lit - perhaps they did it themselves? - as she knelt within the circle, facing Mikhail, also kneeling, the required tools close at hand, as was her collar – but she left it off, Mikhail telling her it could be considered an insult to Zakarij. She tried not looking down at him, her skin hot with embarrassment rather than magic; the last time she had performed a spell with another was in her early days, with the coven in Wiltshire, and she’d never outgrown her chagrin at being naked with them.

Mikhail was speaking in his native Slav, the words tumbling from him like water over rocks, a pleasing, almost hypnotic sound that helped her relax and reach a more receptive state of mind. She watched as Mikhail poured water into a wooden cup, then reached for the knife… a quick cut on his forearm, a few drops of red into the water… then he gently reached out for her arm as well. She prepared herself, barely winced at the touch of the blade on her skin, watched blankly as she bled slightly into the cup. Finally he added the ring of wolf-hair to the mix, swirled it about.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the candles go out, but leaving an eldritch moon-white glow bathing the clearing.

Before her, Mikhail rose to his feet, still mumbling, but stepping backwards, out of the circle, kneeling beyond it, his features becoming indistinct, swallowed up by the surrounding energies that were building, swirling like a whirlwind about the circle. She felt giddy, as if Mikhail had drawn too much blood from her. But she recognised this sensation, recognised the power, and that odour of musk and sweat and fur that filled her nostrils.

She kept still, eyes wide open, watching portions of the energy coalesce, solidify into a huge, familiar shape standing before her: as large as a bear, four-legged, the large head, the pointed ears and bushy tail… but clad in fur as white as the purest snow…

But even as this figure took shape, it was changing, shrinking, rising on hind legs that grew longer and slimmer, fur disappearing into alabaster skin, long white hair descending from a smaller, rounder head to caress full, feminine cheeks. With the fluid ease of butter melting on a hot pan, the wolf… became a woman: white-skinned, white-haired, tall and regal as a princess and as naked as Samantha, standing proud and unabashed and regarding the kneeling woman before her with deep green eyes that shone as brightly as the coruscating energy about her.

Samantha had to blink as she looked up at the spirit form. “Are- Are you Zakarij?”

The spirit woman offered a slight, knowing smile. “I have been called that. You are the pet of the Wolf God from the Northern Lands?”

Samantha swallowed; Fenris had never adopted a form as human as this whenever He had appeared before her. Was that a conscious decision on His part, or a distinction for the spirit forms of this part of the world? Then she focused on her reason for being here. “I- I am. I summon thee here to beg permission to let me speak with my Master within your domain…”

The woman smile shifted - and grew cold. “Tis far too late for begging my permission. When you performed your Summoning at the setting sun, your Master broke agreements - and now lies bound, as he once did on the rock of Gioll. Unlike then, however, there will be no freedom.”

Samantha grew ashen, and her heart leapt into her throat. Fenris, bound, imprisoned in some ethereal realm? Because of her ignorance, because of what she had done tonight? No, it couldn’t be! She raised a hand towards Zakarij, flinching as if she might be burned by the vision. “No! Please, I beg of you, free him! It’s my fault! Mikhail, please-”

She turned to face the man beyond the circle - only to find he was no longer a man.

He rose onto thickly-muscled limbs draped in ashen fur, his snout distended and jaw curled to reveal pointed fangs gleaming in the arcane glow, pointed ears raised, clawed hands curled outwards. He howled, blood-red eyes fixed upon the woman and the goddess.

“And now the man achieves his true destiny,” Zakarij announced. “The destiny he renounced as a boy, when the Vukodlak found him in my forest, and marked him to join their kind.”

Samantha swallowed, her head spinning. Had she done this as well? Forced Mikhail to reawaken something within him that he had buried and forgotten, in order to help her? Was that why she had been as attracted to him as she’d been with no other man? It was too much, too much for her to bear… she returned to Zakarij. “Please, free Fenris! He cannot be bound again! Punish me if you will, but not Him! It’s my fault!”

“Yes, the fault lies with you, pet,” the goddess agreed, drawing closer, the features growing more and more woman-like, svelte like a ballerina. She reached out and took Samantha’s chin in her slim grasp, forcing her to look up past the small, round breasts to those eyes. “The fault, and the solution. I will free the Wolf God… if you renounce him, and swear fealty to me, and me alone.”

Samantha gasped. “Wha- What? But- but why me?”

Zakarij half-knelt before her, her fingers trailing across Samantha’s cheek, sending tingles through the woman. “You have natural power and skill; even untrained in the local arts, you have been able to help summon my form to Earth, more substantially than any other I have known.” Her hand descended to one of Samantha’s breasts now, idly trailing over the nipple, making it pucker and tighten. “And your form is pleasing to me. I would enjoy having you as my pet.”

The hand dropped between Samantha’s parted legs, moved over her bush, across her labia, roughly manipulating her. Samantha shuddered in place, felt herself respond to the touch even as she fought with the notion of rejecting Fenris. He had been her Master, for years! How could she abandon Him now?

Because it would be to save Him.

She loved Him. Not as a pet or a slave, but as a woman.

Loved Him so much that she would risk never seeing Him again, never feeling Him against her, beside her… she couldn’t make such a decision now, even as she knew such offers were not made lightly, or held in abeyance for long.

She dropped her head and let the tears fall unhampered to the ground as she murmured, “I’ll- I’ll do it.”

Zakarij released her hold on Samantha and straightened up once more and drawing closer. “Then seal your bargain with your new Mistress through the Fivefold Kiss.”

Samantha understood: the traditional Wiccan kiss on the feet, the knees, the womb, the breasts, and finally the lips. She descended to Zakarij’s feet, kissed each in turn, then rose to follow suit with the goddess’ knees. She straightened up to kiss her belly, but Zakarij’s hand shot out and took Samantha by the hair. Her green eyes narrowed. “Too high, my pet.”

A part of Samantha expected this, and focused now on the goddess’ sex, a full, thick delta of hair as snow-white as that on her head. She felt as if she was as if she was on an inescapable, stomach-churning river. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the bush, the familiar musk, so like her own.

She pursed her lips and kissed, tasting honey.

Now the hand at her head pulled her roughly to her feet, allowing Samantha to kiss each of her nipples, Zakarij forcing her to linger on each one, until she realised she had to suckle on them, making them peak. Their bodies pressed closer, Samantha felt her own nipples harden against her as Zakarij forced an open kiss on Samantha’s lips, her tongue probing, demanding. Samantha felt herself responding, even as her eyes remained open, open to peer into those vivid green eyes… green eyes…