If one were to inquire, I would be inclined to admit one of the most annoying things in my life(or unlife as it were) was to be awoken in the middle of the day by some daft hunter.
"Now you shall meet your end!", said some poorly dressed chap with a stake posed over my heart.
"Then perhaps you shouldn't announce yourself first, fool.", I snapped thoroughly put out at being woke up so early. I could already feel that true nightfall wasn't for several more hours and I had been having the most enjoyable dream about tea I could not longer drink and scones I could not longer eat. Now all I had to look forward to now was a damn headache until the sun put itself to bed. The hunter jumped back in surprise at my sudden and very alert state.
"Foul fiend! Back to the depths of hell from whence you came!", the hunter yelled(very dramatically I might add-seriously where do they find these hams?) to brandish a cross at me.
"What are you blathering on about now? I am from London, not the underworld, though for your sake you had better not have dragged mud all over my clean floors tromping about looking for me. I promised it will go badly for you if that is the case.", I glared, studying my uninvited guest. He looked like a peasant who had gotten some silly notion in his head that morning that he could go out and hunt vampires.
He started to shake the cross at me in answer as if I had somehow failed to notice it that gaudy piece of crap. "Do be a good chap and stop waving that thing at me. It doesn't work. Frankly I think you might be able to do more damage with it if you tried throwing it.", I said dryly. Despite popular belief, pop culture, and a multitude of poorly written novels, crosses, garlic, sunlight, and other gimmicky things do not work on vampires. It's all rubbish that was made up by Bram Stoker for a laugh, the chap being a vampire himself. Dippy Irish bastard thought it would be funny.
My potential murderer looked especially pained when he realized what I was saying was true, especially when I got up out of my coffin.
…Yes, yes… I know it is terribly cliché. I usually prefer a bed but as a protective measure, you can't really ever beat a coffin. It does provide a valuable line of defense. The things are noisy to open for one, especially when one refrains from oiling the hinges. It helps to prevent that random 'get murdered in your sleep by any prat with a stake' issue.
Before you get any ideas, stakes don't work either so please put that out of your minds. They are just a bloody nuisance that ruins a perfectly good suit. I can't even begin to tell you of all the shirts I have gone through because some silly arse had to put a hole through it. Needless to say, my sewing skills are impeccable now as is my ability to take out blood stains from silk.
It appeared my thoughts had distracted me for too long, because it would seem that the would be hunter had finally rallied mentally. He dug around in his satchel for something as I took a moment to straighten my clothing. Things got so wrinkled just laying down. I politely waited for him to collect himself in the mean time. He seemed terribly nervous now, pulling out random religious symbols to throw them at me to no effect of course. Eventually he produced several clear vials of liquid which he promptly uncapped to empty the contents out onto my person.
"That was quite unnecessary I assure you.", I grumbled, pulling out a handkerchief to dry myself off with, "This had better not stain, you twat." I paused to sample some of the clear fluid, licking the excess off of my skin. The hunter brightened considerably for a second as I gagged, wincing noticeably at the taste.
"Is this supposed to be holy water? It tastes like the bottom of well.", I told him. The man paled at this, obviously out of ideas as he fiddled nervously with his stake.
"You really should run away now while I am still drying off.", I suggested kindly. The former hunter took the offer up, sprinting with a new lease on life out of my bedroom. That lasted only a few minutes though, a scream alerting me that he had fallen into one of the many death traps I had set up in my mansion, bloody ineffective things that they were.
"Brilliant, just brilliant. There is another mess I'll have to go clean up now.", I sighed. I had to get a better security system.
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After cleaning up the remains of the dearly departed idiot, I decided to take a moonlit stroll in the forest to clear my head and ponder my obvious problem. What to do?
Ghoul servants were a hassle and more often than naught got creepily obsessed with their employer. They also tended to develop odd habits like eating bugs and spiders, and blaming it on their master's unholy influence, little drama queens that they were. No thank you. I will not be having any of that nonsense in my house.
Ghosts, bats, and fairies were unreliable at best, though I kept a good number of them around anyway simply because I enjoyed their company.
Joining a coven was out of the question as well. Even though there was strength in numbers, I could barely stand another vampire's company much less an entire coven of them. Plus the only nearby coven was made up of those Russian vampires, a brother and his two sisters with some Baltics they had decided to turn as well. That was a whole lot of weird I was not willing to deal with.
I could always set up more traps but that was just a hassle and I would have to remember to check them occasionally and clean them out. That was another task I did not enjoy. If only I could find a solution that ran interference with the intruders before they even got to my door and keep them away from it permanently.
"Bollocks.", I sighed, no real answer in sight.
"Awwwwww. Zuch a heavy zigh….Tell Big Brother, what weighz your heart down zo, Angleterre?", said an all too familiar voice of my closest and most annoying neighbor from somewhere behind me. I had sensed him earlier but had ignored him hoping he would return the favor. Obviously not.
"Sod off frog. I don't need to deal with you as well. I have had more than enough aggravations for one evening.", I groaned, really not in the mood to trade barbs with the French vampire. Francis Bonnefoy was a pompous ass of a former nobleman turned immortal and was just a little older than I was, which was to say he was ancient. He also happened to live just down the road from me. I swear his mere presence was bringing down the property value.
"Boo. Zo rude.", Francis fake pouted as he fell into step with me, despite the death glare I was giving him, "And here I waz about to zhow you my new puppy dog."
"As if I would care about some poodle you decided coddle for a week before you eat it.", I sneered, increasing my pace aggressively. Francis could never take a hint though, matching it to follow me.
"But he iz zo cute! Even your shriveled black heart would fall to hiz charmz and grace.", Francis whined, ignoring my insults in favor of sounding pathetic.
"It sounds like you are talking more about a lover than a damn dog.", I huffed, giving up to come to a sudden halt in a clearing.
"Oui. He iz both.", Francis grinned. I stared back at him, wishing I felt surprised by this.
"I don't care how old I get, I will never sink to your level, pervert and resort to bestiality.", I told him flatly with my best unimpressed look. I was treated to a completely stunned expression from him in return .
"WHAT!?", Francis's jaw fell open, "What are you talking about?!"
"Are you having me on then?", I snapped back, coming to the end of my patience which is admittedly short when dealing with the inane and/or the French, "What in the bloody hell are you talking about then?". I was starting to get a dull headache again from the confusing conversation.
"Mon Dieu! Let me just show you.", Francis gave me a hurt look before pulling out a small flute from his pocket. It was simply made and appeared shaped from a finger bone. Francis played a tune I could barely hear on it even with my heightened vampire senses. The song was answered almost immediately by a low howl that hung in the night air. I felt the little hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I could have sworn that that call had been made by none other than a werewolf, but that would be ridiculous. Like 'suicide just wasn't painful enough for me, I had to make it interesting as well' ridiculous.
"You called Francis?"
I jumped and when I say 'I jumped' I mean I lifted straight off the ground to hover a good thirty feet above it. No one had been able to sneak up on me in centuries until tonight, and I wasn't too thrilled about the prospect of someone being able to tonight. I peered down cautiously at a tall blond now standing next to Francis, who was grinning up at me like a cat on crack, the fucking bastard.
"Oh, sorey aboot that.", the strange blonde said in whispery tones, blinking owlishly up at me from behind silver frames. I knew immediately what he was, his musky scent unmistakable.
"Angleterre, if you would ztop being rude and do the coming down, I'll introduce you properly.", Francis said obviously fighting back laughter as he deliberately hit a sore point with me. He knew how much I valued being a gentleman. I valued being alive even more at the moment though and stayed where I was.
"The sodding hell I will! What are you doing with a bloody werewolf?!", I growled out from my airy perch. Werewolves and vampires famously did not get along well with each other but not for the reasons Hollywood would have you believe. It was more about hunting grounds and rights, entirely all politics really. Conflicts were few and far between but they did occasionally happen with very destructive results so we generally as a pair of aggressive species tried not to associate with one another. Peace was maintained on the 'If I ignore you, you have to ignore me' policy. A little preschool, but best to keep it simple for everyone's sake involved.
"How rude! Quit being zo damn English and come down.", Francis stomped his foot even going so far as to snap his fingers at me before pointing to the ground, like I was a naughty cat on top of a piece of furniture.
I floated down gracefully, conjuring up some wind on the way down to flair up my cape dramatically. I used my magic whenever I could around Francis, the French vampire lacking the ability entirely. I liked to rub it in his hairy face whenever possible. Although what Francis lacked in magic, he made up for it with his powers of seduction. He excelled in the seducing effect most vampires have to some degree naturally….Except for me it would seem. I sorely lacked in that department for whatever reason much to Francis's eternal amusement.
Francis chose to ignore my snub today though, turning to his companion. "Thiz iz Matthieu MapleEater of the Canada tribe. He haz just moved here and he iz my new puppy!", Francis cooed, rubbing a hand through the lad's shoulder length wavy hair. I tried not to gag. Much to my surprise, this Matthew only blushed at the audacious statement.
"Francis…", he mumbled, ducking his head shyly. Up close, Matthew was a good looking bloke with light blonde hair that had an odd curl that hung over his forehead. It gave him a rather innocent look, even in my jaded opinion. He had pretty light purple eyes as well and pale skin that glowed pearly white under the moon's light. He was dressed a bit too casually for my personal tastes in threadbare jeans and red hoodie. Oddly enough, Matthew was carrying around a small polar bear cub that was giving me the finger. I raised an eyebrow at it.
"Oh this is Kuma….Maple! Don't do that!", Matthew started to introduce the little miscreant to have the bear snap at him.
"It's Kumajirou. You never get it right.", the bear growled sulkily.
"That's because you keep changing it.", Matthew sighed, "Sorey, but he's my baby cousin. He's just kinda stuck in his animal transformation right now…..Um….yeah, it's very nice to finally meet you though, eh. Francis talks aboot you all the time."
"Charming.", I muttered, "Why are you talking to him at all? I'm sure you could find far better company elsewhere."
"Because he iz living with me now. Besidez, he knowz witty and intelligent conversation when he hearz it.", Francis answered for him.
"Two adjectives I would never use to describe you or your company.", I yawned. Francis was making this far too easy for me tonight. "Really lad, I could recommend some lovely hotels. You don't have to stay with the frog."
"He iz living with me to watch over me while I zleep so that my beauty slumber is not disturbed.", Francis retorted haughtily.
"What a terrible waste of a day considering that there is simply not enough sleep in the world that can fix ugly for you.", I smirked.
"Zome one got up on the grumpy zide of the coffin tonight. Oh wait, that iz every night.", Francis shot back.
"First off, that was weak…..even for you. Secondly, it's not my fault. Some git tried to stake me earlier.", I sniffed unimpressed. I was going bored by this exchange. Francis's eyes grew wide though at the mention of the hunter.
"Merde. That iz the fourth one this month. One of theze dayz, they are going to get zmart enough to just burn down the mansion with you in it. What are you planning to do?", Francis asked. As much as it pained me to admit it, the snail sucker did have a point. While all the other legends about us were poppycock, fire and decapitation were two very definite ways of ending a vampire existence….for a little while anyway. There are ways of coming back from it. It is just a pain in the arse and takes forever to accomplish.
"I'll set up some more traps I guess….Build a moat perhaps? I haven't had one of those in a couple of centuries.", I mused, shrugging.
"I think I may be able to help.", Matthew interjected, making Francis and I both startle. Apparently I wasn't the only one who had forgotten that he was there, the werewolf practically invisible to perception if one wasn't talking to or with him it would seem.
"How so?", I asked genuinely curious, "I thought you were already protecting Francis." I sincerely hoped he was not going to offer up the polar bear as the answer.
"I have a brother who might be able to help you.", Matthew said, looking strangely cautious.
"I'm certain not in the market for a pet, thank you.", I said dismissively, feeling my hopes fall once more.
"Well how's aboot a bodyguard then, eh?", Matthew countered a bit testily. That made me pause as I stared at the pale blonde. Perhaps I had been a touch too hasty in my judgment.
"Would he be willing to do it? Guard over a sleeping vampire?", I wondered aloud, "Even rescue me, if the need calls for it?.
"Yeah sure. Al lives for stuff like that plus it would keep him out of trouble.", Matthew said, "He is a bit of a lone wolf though, if you'll excuse the term.".
"Well…I have to admit I am a bit of that myself…..I guess we could give it a go.", I said slowly. I reasoned I would only have to see him part of the evening when I got up and early in the morning when I went to bed. My mansion was more than big enough and it wasn't like I had any other servants to worry about.
"Will it take long to get in contact with him?", I inquired curiously. If he could start by the end of the night, I could go to sleep in my bed instead of that damn coffin. I felt almost giddy at the prospect of pillows and sheets.
"No, not at all.", Matthew smiled softly. He titled back his head to work out a loud howl from his throat. After a few minutes, it was answered back.
"Good. He'll be here soon.", Matthew nodded, after yipping out some gibberish, directions I assumed.
"Your brother. Is he like you?", I asked, wanting to get some idea of the monster I was about to meet. Matthew seemed very polite and was extremely quiet. If his brother was even a little bit like him, this could go quite well.,…
…..except Matthew's face had an oddly blank expression on it now….the kind people wore when Grandma was sitting half naked at the dining room table having an argument about politics with the turkey and losing cause the stuffing refused to take her side in the matter.
"Well…..ah….Al is….well…..Al.", Matthew stammered, laughing nervously. I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, further weighed down by the sounds of something large moving toward us at great speed.
"THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!" was all the warning I got before something huge barreled into me, knocking me flat upon my back. Shaking the stars out of my vision, I looked up into radiant sky blue eyes and a wide pearly smile set in a tanned face.
"Hi! I'm Alfred StarChaser formerly of the American tribes! Who are you and why are you on the ground?", the werewolf asked outright, wagging his tail. Unlike his obviously calmer brother, Alfred still had some noticeable wolfish features. For the most part, he could pass for normal with a muscular tanned body sporting broad bare shoulders, a sculpted torso, and toned arms. Not that I noticed or anything…A pair of jeans hung onto his lower body for dear life, tanned skin peeking through the noticeable gaps in the leg wear. The pointed ears the same blonde color of his hair that perched on top of his head, the long golden tail protruding just over his firm ass, and razor sharp, too long canines that peeked through his smile marked him as inhuman though.
"I am on the ground because of you, dolt!", I growled menacingly up at him. It didn't seem to faze the sunny werewolf though in the slightest as he moved off of me. To add insult to injury, Alfred scooped me up off of the ground bridal style as if I weighed nothing. Before I could end him brutally, I found Alfred's face shoved into my own-my face, neck, and anywhere else he could reach from my position in his arms- to be sniffed my skin thoroughly. I was so stunned by the intimate invasion of my personal space I stared back at him mortified, sputtering nonsensical noises. Despite my disbelief of the situation, Alfred was being quite thorough about it, the tip of his nose trailing across every bit of me he could get at, his preference of the bare parts of my skin noticeable. More to my surprise, I realized how gentle he was being about it. While still too close for comfort, he had a very intent look upon his rather handsome face(not that I noticed), his eyes closed in concentration. I also realized he didn't smell too bad himself. I didn't know what I expected werewolves to smell like, but Alfred carried an earthy musk smell on his person, layered with cedar and pine. It was actually quite pleasant…..
…..or would have been if that twat Francis hadn't started to snicker, reminding me this little exercise was still being witnessed. Just as suddenly as it had started though, it ended. Alfred's eyes snapped open as he turned to his twin.
"So what's up Mattie? Why'd ya call me?", Alfred asked, still holding me as though if it was the most normal thing in the world for him.
"Al…I think you should put Arthur down now…", Matthew suggested, Francis practically rolling on the ground with laughter behind him. The Canadian was met with blank look though.
"Who's that?", Alfred asked. The need to kill was growing so very strong within me.
"That would be the vampire you are holding right now….You know the one who looks ready to gut you.", Matthew supplied helpfully, taking a couple of steps back from us.
"Awwwwww, do I have to?", Alfred pouted, really not reading the atmosphere around him at all. If Francis wasn't already technically dead, I am positive he would have gone into asphyxiation from all the enjoyment he was getting from my current situation. My pride refused to give him the pleasure though, as I refrained from tearing the werewolf's head off…..at least in the literal sense.
"Yes! Yes you do! I happen to be an extremely powerful, two thousand year old vampire and not your bloody chew toy, you miserable git!", I yelled, smacking the blonde upside his head. For a moment, I thought I got through to him, his wolf ears going back momentarily.
"Wow. You're really old. I'm only like about 300.", Alfred grinned, still not putting me down. Fed up entirely, I used my magic to jet myself high overhead again, well out of reach. Alfred looked up at me with astonished wide eyes. "Neat trick. How'd ya do it?"
"Your grammar is dreadful.", I told him, "How the hell do you think I did it? Magic of course."
"Phssst. So not real. Is it magnets? C'mon you can tell me.", Alfred said, looking under and around me in obvious search for his magnets.
"Says the werewolf to the vampire floating five meters about his head. Are you an idiot? Dropped at birth as a pup once too often perhaps?", I growled out in disbelief. Surely this idiot believed in magic…right? It was the cornerstone of both our societies. To say he didn't believe in magic was like saying he didn't believe in the sun rising.
"I'm going with magnets, but don't worry! Your secret is safe with me.", Alfred told me sagely, giving two thumbs to go along with his assessment.
"Brilliant.", I spat before turning to Matthew, "I am terribly sorry, but this was a mistake. He is simply too stupid for me to even be around."
"HEY!", Alfred yipped in dismayed tones.
"Hush poppet. You are. You really and truly are.", I told him, before turning back to Matthew, "You seem quite lovely, so I would sincerely recommend that you brutally kill the frog and move on with your life. Please take your daft brother with you and good luck with all your future endeavors. Cheers."
With that I flew off into the night, never to see that dippy werewolf with the pretty blue eyes again…..
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…or so I thought.
I was getting ready for bed i.e. dusting off the coffin when I heard movement coming from down the hall.
"Well, isn't that just gorgeous. Another hunter. The perfect shite ending to my perfectly shite night.", I muttered, moving toward the door. Before my fingers could even touch the handle though, it flew inward and I found myself on my back again staring up into too blue eyes.
"Sodding hell! What are you doing here?!", I snapped, cuffing the werewolf angrily as I tried to get up. Alfred was quite heavy though and dawn was very near, sapping some of my considerable strength.
"Awwww, don't be like that. Mattie told me what was going on.", Alfred whined, making no move to get off my prone person, "I can help!"
"How? By sitting your lard ass on top of intruders, because that it all I have seen you do. Go away and quit wasting my time. You can't even change all the way human.", I sighed, shoving at the being above me. I froze when my hands met fur, my gaze following into that of a full wolf. His transformation had been so smooth and quick I had missed it entirely.
To those not familiar with the supernatural, werewolves can never be mistaken for a wolf as one would find them in nature. The human mind compensates for a lot of unexplainable things, this being one of them. A wolf just happens to be the animal they most resemble in passing.
Werewolves are massive creatures, the size of small ponies and built like tanks made of muscle and fur with gaping jaws full of teeth and claws that can shred metal as easily as wet paper. One werewolf is a force unto itself and wicked enough for things that are stupid enough to come in its way. What makes these supernatural creatures even more dangerous and a force to be openly feared is that they almost never travel alone. If one member of the pack doesn't finish off whatever they are hunting, another would. It is one of the reasons your smart, solitary preferring vampires leaves them well enough alone. With my all magic and being freshly fed, I could comfortably hold my own against an entire wolf pack but not when one was right on top of me, its jaws just inches from my throat.
I gritted my teeth, waiting for Alfred to strike, as I remembered all the insults I had heaped upon him earlier coming back to bite me in the arse or face as it were. He may be an incredible stupid werewolf but it didn't make him any less dangerous, something I should have remembered. I felt Alfred lunged forward.
My deadly expectations were met with a warm soppy tongue that coated my pale cheeks in a thick, sticky layer of salvia that dripped off of my chin.
"GAHHHH!", I yelled in disgust, shoving the werewolf off of me finally so that I could attempt to dry off my face. Alfred sat back on his haunches and wagged his tail at me, a big stupid doggy grin on his lupine face. I saw that he was a honey colored wolf in shades of bright and light gold, his ridiculous blue eyes made even more striking by the rich coloring of his fur. I barely blinked to have Alfred transformed again, this time looking fully human…..and naked.
"Have some shame!", I blushed, reaching behind me to snag a blanket off of the bed. I tossed it to him, trying to not look or at least trying not to be too obvious about it. Alfred looked amused as he stood up to wrap the covering around his narrow waist. I got up as well, keeping myself busy by straightening my clothes.
"I wanted to come apologize….", Alfred said gruffly, playing with the knot he had just tied into the blanket to keep the garment up on his slanted hips. It still hung dangerously low on them, revealed a golden path of coarse curls that led tantalizingly downward…not that I noticed.
"About?", I managed out, pulling my gaze upward. Alfred was still studying his knot so he wasn't helping me much with eye contact. I settled on watching the play of muscles in his arms and shoulders. I tried to focus on his next words and not on how his skin would taste under my lips and tongue. I would bet any amount that he tasted like sunshine and where the wild things were.
"…Um…..I'm….well you see, I'm not so great at meeting new people. I get over excited and spaz out even though I don't mean to. I say…dumb things….you may have noticed….", Alfred said haltedly, finally looking up to see if I was paying attention. I most certainly was just not entirely where he wanted.
"You're young. Not even 300 hundred yet, I believe you said. Nothing you can't learn, lad, from the proper teacher.", I said softly, drawing nearer. I could feel the warmth radiating off of his golden skin, like a furnace. His smooth skin looked so soft too, like brown sugar and cocoa butter. I wanted to run my fingers over it, through it.
"Yeah! That's what me and Mattie were thinking! Francis said that you are were like all into rules and shit…..and…dude, what is wrong with your eyes?", Alfred blinked in surprise at my emerald eyes turned glowing rubies.
"The better to see you, my dear.", I smirked, my deceptively slender arms going around his neck. I could crush cars with my bare hands. Just as it is never a good idea to have am angry werewolf above you, if is double bad one to have a hungry vampire at your neck.
"Oh my, what big teeth you have there grandma.", Alfred grinned hungrily back, his arms going downward to start caressing my back and my ass over my clothes until he trialed lower to the inner parts of my thighs grazing the tightness of my sack and the hardness of my growing erection. The lad was quicker than he had previous let on much to my inner delight.
"Bad Dog."
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We ended up on the bed, Alfred's temporary clothing torn off and my own thrown out of sight to far off corners of the room never to be seen again that evening. The werewolf was on his hands and knees, splayed out before me with three of my fingers already deep in him, slickly stroking his inner walls and teasing oversensitive nerves that had been worked almost to their breaking point. Alfred's tail and ears had reappeared in his excited state, the new lower appendage not really bothering me. If anything, I used it to my fullest advantage by pulling on it for leverage as I plunged deeper into his tight recesses, spreading my fingers wider as I went.
Alfred was whining high sharp little noises and looking over his shoulder at me with large puppy dog eyes for more. Every time I touched myself with my free hand, his complaints grew, his begging turning into needy yips that grated on my sensitive ears.
"Did I tell you to speak?", I purred, licking my lips as I turned my fingers roughly this way and that in him. Alfred reacted beautifully for me, gasping for air as he pushed back greedily against me seeking more, hungry animal he was.
"Bad dogs get punished.", I warned with a small sigh, leaning over him to bite into the back of his neck causing the werewolf to arch against the mattress sharply as my own jagged teeth broke the surface of his skin. His blood filled my mouth, coating my throat thickly. I almost swooned at its flavor, so rich and full of life, as I rolled his blood across my tongue, the crimson liquid searing hot as I swallowed it down. Alfred panted underneath me as I lapped the wound close, though it was unnecessary. His natural healing factor closed up the bites all on its own. The werewolf trembled for relief but clever boy that he actually was, stayed quiet about it this time.
"Someone is a fast learner.", I mused, pulling my fingers out of him, the digits squelching wetly in their exit. Alfred growled at the lost, his golden ears pressed back flat against his head, obviously put out about the lack of stimulation. He started to rise up turning toward me, his lovely muscles all tense and quivering with adrenaline and barely suppressed need. Alfred glared at me with azure eyes hazy with anger and darkened a shade in blue with lust. I practically felt giddy at the prospect of a real challenge.
Now the real fun began. Werewolves could switch hit between the two emotions of fight or fuck so easily. It was common knowledge that dominants and submissives were important roles among their kind where only some wolves got to be Alphas in the hierarchy. Alfred didn't strike me as the willing bottom type or a being who was easily led. The werewolf in my bed needed to fuck or fight something right now or risk going feral.
Unfortunately for him, I was full of his delicious blood now and was not about to be made into some wolf's bitch. My house, my rules.
"Bad dog. Sit.", I stated in iron tones, putting some of my power behind the words. It was more than enough to make him pause for a second to blink dumbly in shock at me as my empirical will washed over him, which was far more time than I needed. Moving supernaturally fast, I struck sure and quick, kicking out his arms and legs so that he scrawled out messily on the bed.
"Down boy.", I commanded, grabbing the back of his head in a rough grip to twist my fingers sharply in the gold fibers. Alfred snapped his jaw uselessly in response even as his face was being pressed hard into the mattress. I positioned myself over him, one knee holding his neck down, the other digging into the small of his back. Alfred still fought me at every turn though, trying to upset me off of him. I reassessed the situation quickly as we struggled for the power position.
I usually preferred to take my time whenever I had a bedmate but dominant play was important here on so many different levels. It would literally set the tone for our entire relationship whatever it ended up being-casual, professional, sexual…..I had to keep him submissive the entire time if I wanted to stay in control. That left me with very few options unfortunately.
I could beat him into submission. His body could definitely take the abuse, able to heal anything I did to him effortlessly given enough time. The blood play from the violence would be an added bonus, but taking an unconscious body did not sit well with my gentleman nature.
I could drain him. As before, the marvelous healing factor would just fill him up for me again, but an unresponsive and weak bedmate was just as unappealing to me as an unconscious one.
That just left me with one last alternative as unlikely as it seemed but I was willing to try any idea at this point. My free hand sought to caress the base of his spine just where his tail merged into his flesh seamlessly. Alfred froze under the exploration, his body tense but starting to noticeably yield under my gentle touch. A slow grin graced my lips at my discovery, pushing my new advantage. My slender pale fingers sunk into the tail's long gold hairs as I stroked the accessory to Alfred's handsome physique. The werewolf shivered as I went from base to tip of his tail in slow even motions, his body relaxing finally. I released the grip on his hair to start stroking his ears, fondling them slowly. Alfred went practically limp in response, his head lolling to the side with his eyes closed in bliss as I worked both ends of his body in the oddest foreplay I had ever done before.
"Good boy.", I crooned softly at him, "Puppy deserves a treat.". Smart boy took my hint, quivering in response to it. Alfred presented himself to me, arching his lower back up slowly until his ass was up in the air. He parted his thighs, widening his hips apart for my easier access, blushing as he did so.
"Very nice.", I smirked, moving behind him but careful always to keep my hands on him. The werewolf could still react if I let myself be careless. This was a test for us both really. He would push every boundary, seek to break them to see how I would react and how far he could go. I didn't plan on giving him an inch.
I lubed up as quickly as I could one handed, aligning myself with his puckered hole. I slid in with a sharp gasp, snapping my hips as I did so to delve in deeper than I usually did. I barely allowed him enough time to adjust, making it marvelously painful for us both. Alfred fought me even now, clinching around me so tightly that it hurt. I grit my teeth as I leaned forward, my slim hands sliding down his sweat slick sides as I made soft soothing noises.
Alfred relented to me, sighing as his body relaxed under the strokes to his sides. He pushed backed against me after a moment, rocking in impatience. "Hurry up.", he growled, biting into the coverlet to tear it up with his sharp teeth, much to my annoyance. I have spent weeks embroidering it.
I stopped my petting to dig the points of my fingertips painfully into tanned skin. "You do not give me orders, pet.", I said calmly in my cruelty, as my nails drew blood. I brought crimson coated fingers up to my lips to suck on them with noisy licks, purely for his benefit. I refused to move in him until I was done with both hands, cleaning the digits ever so thoroughly to make him wait. He strained against me, trying to create his own push and pull by using my stationary body. I put an end to this with one cool hand on his back. "Stay.", I commanded, smacking his bare buttock with the flat of my other hand, the solid smack ringing sharply. Alfred jolted from it but ceased his other movements with a grumble.
"Yes, poor poppet. You're so abused. How could anyone deny such a cute puppy anything for so long?", I mocked, returning my hands to his sides to grip Alfred's hips tightly with them, his only warning to my next intentions.
I started to move then, though it was not just for his benefit. I was in desperate need myself. Alfred's body seared me with its body heat, though I wasn't sure if it was due to his lupine nature or his current state of stimulation. Vampires being the undead things we are do not carry body heat naturally in our own cool flesh, unless we were filled to the brim with our victim's blood. My own cup was quite full of Alfred's vintage. He was in me as much as I was in him, bonding us beyond just physical contact. His paranormal life essence coursed fiery paths through my cold body, making it burn with more than just mere echoes of life.
I took a breath, something I rarely did, and tasted the air heavy with the thick scents of musk and sex. I exhaled slowed feeling drunk of the intoxicating sensations all around and in me, my eyes half lidded in un-sated desire. I braced against Alfred, digging my fingers into the flesh of his sumptuously curved ass as I jack hammering into him, my strokes steady and powerful enough to shake the heavy four poster bed in a worrying manner. Alfred groaned in relief underneath me, arching his back to help accommodate my sudden burst of speed. His whimpering let me know that he was achingly close even without me having to touch him.
Reaching around him, I found his problem easily enough, the leaking member slick with precum and pulsing hot to my touch. I rippled my fingers over its sizable width as I tightened my grip, my chest pressing to his back in a perfect seal of skin to skin.
"Come.", I told him, giving his need one last squeeze. Alfred came howled, his bays echoing through the mansion as he covered my hand in sticky thick fluid. Tiny, tight muscles danced and seized all around my own throbbing organ.
I wasn't done with Alfred yet though. I ignored my own pleasure long enough to clamp down on this neck with my bloody kiss, filling Alfred with the poison that was uniquely my kind's own. It gives our victims euphoria, instant and intense ecstasy on the tip of a tooth. Apparently, it works just as well if not more on werewolves, my kiss making Alfred come again within seconds of his first. If not for my own grip upon Alfred keeping him up, the werewolf would have collapsed, shaking and weak from his overwhelming pleasure. He milking me dry as I road out my own orgasm wetly, his blood trailing from the corners of my mouth. I came harder than I had ever had before in centuries, his heat all around and in me. It left me gasping, gulping at deliciously tainted air as I finished, only pulling out after I had completely filled him with my essence. I finally slumped over Alfred's spent sweltering body, partly in shock of it, partially in sudden exhaustion.
I stroked his heaving sides, placing small biting kisses over the tops of his shoulders as I did so, just because I could. "You are marked now. That makes you mine.", I told him. The werewolf nodded back slightly in acknowledgement to this.
"I'm not calling you master.", Alfred growled out huffily, turning his head to glare at me over his shoulder. I languidly reached over to scratch a spot between his wolf ears. The harsh look dissolved instantly as his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head with pleasure.
"That's fine. Arthur is perfectly acceptable when we are alone, but I would prefer you to address me as Lord Kirkland when we are in public. Failing that, 'sir' will also suffice nicely.", I shrugged. I have never been one for the whole master bit anyway and what can I say, I was feeling generous at the moment. I was also feeling very confident about our new arrangement. My problem was solved in more ways than one in just one evening. Life, as it was, was definitely looking up.
"You got it, Artie.", the werewolf grinned cheekily.
Or not.
"Bad dog."