Chapter 26: Pleasure In Pain The Bedroom, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... A series of grunts and groans echoed about the bedroom in the wake of the lovely vixen known as Amanda Smalls casually sliding her body down onto the brute of a man's throbbing appendage as he continued to reel in the wake of having his canine lupus arse handed to him by way of an overgrown man-bull in the infamous hoodlum Blacky Clay's employ. Baddwulf had known all too well that getting mixed up with anything Amanda-related was going to lead to trouble with a capital T. Still, he couldn't exactly object when her hot dripping-wet sex had been engulfing his throbbing erection after one of the longest and worst days he'd had in a long while. A grunt escaped from the harsh lips of Baddwulf as he struggled not to buck his hips against Amanda's downward bounces as she began to moan and pick up steam. She had felt good, as alwa
Chapter 27: No Guts No GloryThe Bedroom, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... A low growl rumbled from deep within the throat of the ailing Baddwulf as he found himself roused due to the call of nature becoming more prominent than his need for sleep. He found himself alone in bed despite the vague memory of having company for many hours. He got to his feet feeling the effects of his brawl with the enraged bull-man had finally subsided while he slept. He stretched and yawned as he stood true to form as naked as the day he was born with his rather impressive cock already up before the rest of him. The familiar scent of eggs and bacon had been wafting through the house and his ears perked noting that he'd had a guest this morning. A tilt of his head and a quick sniff of the air indicated all he needed to know about this guest. The still somewhat groggy werewolf detective moved along the cold bare floor an
Chapter 28: A Rancid RecollectionMain Street and Park, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... The orange glow of Baddwulf's cigarette had been barely making itself known as the stream of white smoke floated above it as he made his way toward his office, He'd been dressed to impress so to speak from head to tie despite his usual lack of care in terms of getting out the wrinkles. His messy black locks were slick from his most recent shower and neat as he moved along the sidewalk wearing a light grey trench coat and a black suit with shiny black dress shoes as he moved about the sidewalk pondering his next move and what to do about his two main cases. He conceded that he had been a bit brash when it came to wanting to get his hands on Blacky Clay and should have done some recon before storming the place but he had all the information he needed about who'd been on the snide little imp's payrolls, even if it did cost him a few well-healed bruises.Baddwulf had been pondering his
Chapter 29: Pieces And Puzzles Main Street and Park, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... The familiar orange glow of Baddwulf's cigarette seemed to lessen the thin white casing as the rather puzzled werewolf moved along the half-empty sidewalk his mind in deep contemplation. It had been just a few hours ago when he'd gotten into the fight with the overly large brute that spent most of his days and nights guarding the front door of one of the notorious hood Blacky Clay's establishments. Now he'd been on the slab back at the local morgue, his body torn to shreds and his guts spilling out. Baddwulf had not recalled doing that to him he had not even used his claws and awoke in the alley amid the garbage bins. The brute of a Bullman had walked away just fine of his own accord following their fight as far as Baddwulf had known it, he had not registered what had taken place after his initial blackout or if the wolf that lurked inside him had been the cause, most days he'd bee
Chapter 30: An Uneasy Reflection Baddwulf's Office Building, Main Street and Park, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... Smoke filled the office as Baddwulf sat back against his chair and pondered what he'd been knee-deep in since the moment he came back from the morgue. Jake had gone home calling it a night a few hours prior and promised to look in on Sully before heading off. It was a long and unusually quiet night the heat had still been an issue for everyone but the lack of sunlight made it all bearable. Baddwulf had been puzzled as to why so many had turned up dead in the span of a few weeks and then suddenly the back-to-back killing as well as the memory of the rancid figure he'd chased through the alley that had gotten away from him. Feeling restless and how much his reflective habit had been getting to him, Ian Baddwulf turned his attention to his secondary makeshift bar. He had always known when to stock the good stuff courtesy of his contact who smuggled thin
Chapter 31: Sympathy For The Dead The Living Room, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... After calling it a night, once he had come back from the morgue and waited at his office for close to six hours, Baddwulf made his way back to his apartment still a bit puzzled as to what had truly been happening in Temple City and right under his nose. He took a few moments to pour himself a drink, slowly savoring it after all the stuff he'd seen. While he'd been through his fair share of scrapes and dead bodies became the norm for him when living in the Gaelic Isles as a lad where people had been dropping like flies from disease and starvation, even his time in the cold labs had been another situation where he'd seen his fair share of dead bodies pile up, nothing had prepared him for the sick and twisted mutilation of someone he'd seen only a few days ago. Even if that someone was a large bull-headed brute that tri
Chapter 32: Passion's Fleeting Spark The Living Room, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... Baddwulf had been nearly out cold by the time the door to his apartment had opened by way of a twist of the doorknob and a lone shapely figure stepped inside led by strapping red high heels and a questing pale hand with red fingernails. The lovely and semi-darkened face of one, Amanda Smalls had peered from the shadows as she stepped inside turning and closing the door behind her while taking care to lock it before shifting her focus back onto the slumbering detective sitting with his shirt unbuttoned at the collar in his trousers and black dress socks as he leaned back in his favorite armchair, clutching an empty glass that smelled of strong booze and given to snoring quite a bit. Amanda grinned rather slyly as she approached discarding her coat, and heels as she tossed them onto the sofa and slowly moved her
Chapter 33: An Intimate Distraction From A Dismal Reality The Bedroom, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... Slowly, Amanda led Baddwulf into his bedroom and closed the door behind them. She sighed as she ran her hands along his chest noting his constricting attire and making it a point to remove each article one piece at a time. The glow of Baddwulf's eyes being the familiar golden-yellow hue that often indicated his level of lust put a smile on Amanda's pale face as she finally stripped him down to his trousers and took a moment to kiss along his bare abs and unbuttoned his slacks easily spying her prize as it rose to the occasion to greet her. Amanda looked up and treated Baddwulf to a sly smile before moving her soft warm hand to his massive cock, stroking him as he grunted while looking down at her. He had never been a fan of her sucking him off, as he had been quite keen on kissing her during th