by V Domino
Let's play. I send it to her mentally, hoping she can hear me.
She shifts into the sensual woman I've come to desire more than I thought possible.
"I've been dreaming of a good dog fight since the alley way." Lifting her tee shirt, she shows me she's unarmed though I wouldn't be worried about that anyway. Even if I were to get wounds, I heal just as quickly.
She drops her shirt and dives in the waist high grass like an Olympic swimmer going for the gold. Not knowing what she's up to, I move around before running for the place I last saw her. I don't get more than five feet when a giant black cobra shoots out from the grass and wraps tightly around my body and hind legs.
That's right, a fucking cobra. She squeezes until I feel like I can't breathe, so quickly and very lightly, I heat my body using my Hellhound's embers.
Feeling the burn, Ronny uncoils with a loud hiss but before she can slither away I bite down on her tail and yank her back.
She comes at me for a strike with her large fangs so I let go and dodge the bite but swing my paw, clipping her on the hood of her head.
We back away from one another and she shifts once more, this time becoming a large black panther. How many fucking animals can she shift into?
Her tail flicks with agitation right before she charges.
I stand on my back legs and we both go tumbling through the grass like a couple of boulders down a mountain side.
I land on my back with a heavy breath from my lungs and Ronny takes the advantage by biting down on my neck, sinking her teeth in deeply.
Gotcha. Her voice rings out clearly in my head shocking me. I didn't think she could reach me telepathically.
I think it shocks her too because we both shift immediately but Ronny doesn't lift her mouth from my skin.
"If you don't get up, Black Bird, I'm going to do things you're not ready for." I honestly don't know what the hell she can handle but I don't want to do anything she doesn't want and my cock is begging for me to handle her without care.
As if I said the opposite, Ronny begins to purr before she sinks her fangs into my neck.
Fuck!
Now, I know lore says that a vampire's bite is orgasm inducing and perhaps it is but Ronny must have kept that from happening because her bite hurts like a motherfucker. In response to the unexpected pain, I grip her hips and let my Hellhound claws come out and pierce her skin. It only pushes her further.
She throws her right leg over my waist as she pulls blood from me.
Now that she's sucking on me, a euphoria begins to fill my body and it goes straight to my hardening cock.
"Oh fuck, Ronny." Is all I'm able to get out.
It feels as if I've taken ecstasy and the way her pussy grinds against my aching dick feels salacious and carnal. I haven't been with anyone for months but even if I had just fucked a horde of Nymphs, Ronny would still make me feel like I've never had a taste of pussy before.
Needing more, I flip us over and rip my neck from her. In my haste to rip the panties from her body, Her teeth ripped my skin open. I'll heal quickly but the flare in Ronny's eyes as my blood drips down my naked chest gives me an idea.
"Take your clothes off, Black Bird." I watch as she quickly does as told and removes her shirt and panties. I stand and rip my jeans down my waist and watch as Ronny licks her bloodied lips at the sight of my cock standing hard and proud.
I reach up to my pec and cut myself deeply from chest to the V at my waist. The cut is deep and my blood flows thickly.
Ronny slowly stands, showing me her lithe body. She's got long lean legs covered in tattoos and her pussy is completely bare. Her nipples are pierced and her breasts are not very big but not small either, they're handfuls and perfect for my hands.
Ronny steps into my space and brings her cool body flush to my heated skin. The feeling is magnificent.
I put my hands on her hips and pull her harder against me to relieve the ache in my cock. Ronny wraps her hands around my neck and waits for me to lean down.
I don't hesitate, instead I do what I've only dreamt of; I kiss her.
Her lips mold to mine with simplicity and ease. I slide my tongue in her mouth and taste my blood. It adds to my arousal and the kiss which started out soft and sweet becomes a frenzy. I pull back and slide my mouth against her jaw and down her neck, tasting my blood before dipping the tip of my tongue into the two punctures I left on her neck.
Her moan has me lifting her by the back of her thighs, dropping to my knees, and sitting on my calves.
Just as she lifts up and lines the tip with her slick entrance, I let my fangs come out. As soon as she drops down onto my hard shaft, I sink my teeth into her neck once again. Immediately her pussy clamps down and orgasms.
Looks like my bite is less painful and much more fun.
I pull from her veins and drink in her delectable essence which is so much more potent with the crescendo of her release. Leaning forward, I let her neck go and hike her legs up above my neck. The angle let's my nine inches of need hit every spot in her cool pussy.
The clash of temperatures is rhapsodies of heaven. The feel of her slick channel folding around my length is unlike anything in all the realms. My eyes roll back as my cock glides in and out of her tight cunt and my balls begin to stiffen with my own release on its way.
As I get to the precipice of my climax I pull her legs down and lift her up by her ass with her back still on the ground.
I slam into her three more times before I'm shooting ropes of cum into her womb with my roar flowing in the breeze. My vision blackens but I blink it away when Ronny's hair begins to float like she's submerged in water.
She blinks her eyes open and watches her black and white strands move around her head like some ethereal goddess.
I'm never letting her go and I'll kill anyone who tries to take her from me.
"I can hear you loud and clear, Drug." Ronny gives me a twisted little smile.
Fuck, now I need to figure out a mental block.
Standing under the spray of my shower head, I groan as my muscles relax. Yesterday was taxing on my mind but since my powers have come in, my body has felt different. Not in a bad way but I'm certainly not used to it.
My blood feels like energy coats every cell and hyper awareness tingles in my mind. It could be that now I have Drug in there. His consciousness seems to dance with mine, even in the silence of the mental blocks I can feel him.
After we fought and fucked in the field behind the house, I've been able to levitate. I know that sounds crazy as hell but I can!
I don't know what other abilities will pop up but levitation seems to be the main gift. Well, aside from the visions that is.
Fucking visions.
They're not about anything light hearted or fun like where the next shooting star will be or maybe what the stock market will be like in 2021. Then again, the stock market might be another scary ass vision.
Hell, I'll take any kind of vision over seeing Drug chained like an animal by his own grandmother.
I want to find this old haggard witch and end this bullshit but Darren wants us to wait. Knowing the Elders as he does, I'll listen... for now.
I didn't think I'd ever mate with someone. Finding a bond is like finding a human without an ounce of jealousy but here I am with one. Not only me though, my sisters as well.
I'm not sure how they're working out or if they plan to break the bond when all this is over but I'm positive I'm keeping my poodle.
You weren't calling me a poodle last night, Black Bird.
Drug's voice echoing in my head makes me squeal and jump a foot in the shower. I throw my hands out to steady myself but my feet never touch back down on the floor.
I look around me and see that the shower head is still spraying water but the drops from the floor are rising like gravity no longer exists for them. I don't know how I'm doing this and I need to figure it out so I can utilize it while bounty hun
ting.
As quickly as the thought arises, my mood drops. I can't work for the Elders anymore, not with the knowledge I now have.
Fucking bastards.
Suddenly my feet land on the floor and the drops of water splash in the tub.
I wonder if it works like the Hellfire. A chaotic mind equals a chaotic flame so maybe a light mind controls my levitation. Deciding to practice later, I build a brick wall in my mind, tossing mortar and stones up like a border wall but Drug's laugh telling me my wall is crumbling with this bond.
I smile to myself, a devious plan forming. I grab the coffee bean body wash and pour a bit in my hand, rubbing them together to make suds.
Pay close attention, pup. I'm pretty sure our telepathy works the same as my sisters only without the block.
I look down my body and watch my soapy hands rub along my breasts. I trace my nipples before pinching and pulling on the barbells through them.
Oh, Black Bird, You're playing a dangerous game.
I bite back my chuckle and replace it with a moan. I'm not much of a nipple girl, not with my own hands at least but Drug doesn't need to know that.
I leave my right breast and drag my hand down my body and straight to my pussy. Self-pleasure is not something I do often with my fingers but thinking of Drug's hard cock impaling me repeatedly has my pussy throbbing. When my fingers drag over my sensitive nub, my moan is real.
Drug's growl reverberates in my head but I continue rubbing circles around my swollen clit. I open my eyes and slide the door to the shower open and directly in front of me is a wall of mirrors.
Knowing Drug is seeing what I see, I purposely watch myself spread my folds and flick my clit before sliding two fingers into my trembling channel.
Harder, Black. Fuck yourself harder like my dick did last night. Bruise your thighs with your knuckles.
Oh fuck, this is not going as I had planned. I had hoped he'd get a boner and stab his cold brother by accident, not turn myself into a panting bitch in heat.
Nonetheless, I do as he says and lift my leg up on the soap holder before pumping my fingers fast and hard but I need more.
I drop my head back and look up at the ceiling.
Look at the mirror, Black. I want to see.
Instead of replying or doing as he demanded, I reach out of the shower and open the drawer under the sink. Inside is my favorite toy, a crystal dildo.
I look back at the mirror and lick the tip like I want to do to Drug's delicious dick and listen to him groan but suddenly I see an image clear as day in my head. He's standing in my bedroom just outside my restroom door.
It's not a future vision because I can still see myself in the mirror but Drug is sending me an image of his hand pumping himself.
I guess my plan worked a little.
I rub myself with the dildo before pushing it deep inside. I match my pumps to Drug's, twisting and wiggling it to hit my g-spot.
I'm close, Drug.
The door opens and my beast comes in, kicking it shut behind him. His hand is wrapped around his length, pumping it while watching me. He steps into the shower, uncaring of his clothes getting soaked.
I continue to fuck myself as he leans down and presses his lips to mine, tangling his tongue to mine with abandon.
I pull the crystal out and let it drop to the tiles just as Drug grabs my leg off the wall. He pulls me up to match his height and slams his swollen cock deep into me. I scream as he hits the end of my channel and he swallows down my voice.
Up against the wall, Drug pounds my pussy and all too soon I'm skydiving off the cliff of ecstasy with him on my heels.
Laying his forehead against mine, we breathe each other's exhales.
"I'm going to work on blocking out your teasing, Ronny. I'm pretty sure your sister saw my boner when I ran up here."
I want to laugh and hiss at the same time. No one sees his dick but me, but at least I threw him off his game for a moment.
"Now you need to leave so I can finish up my shower." I push his chest but he doesn't move.
"I think I'll stay and you can scrub my back for me."
Is he for real?
"I know you come from a century of docile women and barbaric men but I will not be scrubbing your furry ass. I will not be cooking like a domestic woman and I will not be cleaning up after you. I'm a strong independent woman who will literally neuter you if you try and bend me to your will. Got it, pup?"
I turn around and grab a loofa and hand it to him, "Scrub my back."
I crack up at his huff of annoyance before he actually begins scrubbing my back. Seems you can teach an old dog new tricks.
"I will be bending you to my will, Black. You watch and see." His whisper meets my ear before his teeth sink into my neck.
Oh fuck, here we go again.
Later that night, Darren arrives with a bag of books.
"Dare Bear! Did you get me what I asked for?" Roxy yells with delight as she bounds down the stairs with Joker in tow. I've learned the brother's names but I like the ones I've pinned them with.
"No, Rox. I did not get you a virgin nun, you'll just have to drink blood from... wherever you get your blood from."
What. The. Fuck?
"You wanted to drink from a fucking nun, Roxy?" Rory asks as everyone but Joker looks at her like she's insane.
"Of course not! I just wanted to see how long it would take to corrupt her."
I don't know why I'm surprised. Roxy is always looking for some nonsensical way of having fun. I use the word fun very fucking loosely.
"Anyway," Darren says pulling old leather bound books from the duffle bag, "there are very few books that can teach magic but they're all for witchlings. I figured we can use these to tap into or help pull your magic forward."
Drug sits next to me and lifts one of the books from the table, sniffing at it like a weirdo.
"It smells like Hound magic, Darren. Where did you get these?" Drug asks, tossing the book down like it burned his hand.
"Relax, I had a trusted friend block any tracking spells on them. If Merelda were to tap into any of these her spell would tell her they are sitting in her library still. She has a whole wing in Elder's mansion dedicated to books, I doubt she'll notice these are gone anyway."
Darren pulls out the last of five books and lays it on the table. Rory and Roxy come to sit on the other side of me while Stoneface and Joker stand behind the couch.
"This book is dated to your century, Drug. It talks about a special race that is part witch. If I had seen this a month ago I would have thought it was speaking of the Hound brothers turned Hellhounds but it's not."
Darren opens the book and turns to a specific page. The words are in a different language, one I don't know how to read. French perhaps?
"Right here it describes the curse that was used to turn William and his followers into the originals but it continues on to a prophecy. 'Woe to the head of Hounds for past present and future come forth seeking their fleshy pounds.'"
The fuck?
"Right, and that means?" Rory asks in full on detective mode.
Darren stands and begins pacing back and forth. "It means that you three Crows are the consequence to Merelda's curse."
Draven or Stoneface, stands in front of Darren, stopping him from pacing, "What you do mean? Our mother and father dying were the consequence of theCrow curse. Our grandmother saved us by binding our souls to our hounds."
Darren shakes his head and steps around Draven.
"If you continue in the book, the writer tells in detail that Merelda deliberately killed her son and his wife so that she could use their blood after she cast your souls to your dogs. Her actions were planned out, boys. Her vengeance was more to her than any of you or the prophecy."
Darren stops his pacing as he looks at us with mixtures of emotions in his eyes. Rage and avengement being the most prominent ones.
"I think Merelda has been killin
g every descendant of William Crow since the curse in order to save herself from the prophecy. The only reason she hasn't killed you three is because you have been considered my adoptive daughters for decades; too many questions will be asked if you disappeared. Perhaps this is why she released her grandsons from Hell, to do her dirty deeds while keeping her hands clean."
The brothers sit stoically, rage and hate marring their features until Draven shifts with a roar and bolts out the open French doors.
"Dray!" Rory shouts before she runs for the Hellhound.
Fucking hell, this old ass bitch keeps on giving.
Darren continues to speak but my mind is far away... centuries ago to be exact.
My wicked-ass grandmother killed my parents. Everything I've known has been a lie. I remember the day we couldn't find Elsie. Unfortunately, I remember it clearly. Every fucked up detail is burned into the memory of my brain. My mother's screams, my father's howls. I remember holding my brothers as I broke apart.
I even remember when my grandmother dragged us away from the village square telling us a spell would be cast in order to bring Elsie back. All she needed from us were special ingredients from the woods. Crows.
Without hesitation and through the pain, my brothers and I grabbed our nets and went hunting. Crows are carnivorous and we always had to run them off our kills so catching them wouldn't be difficult.
Using our nets we caught three and brought them back but Merelda stopped us.
"Your mother, foolish woman, went and cast the spell but we must hurry and protect ourselves." The memory of her haggled voice is clear in my head even to this day.
"But we have the crows you said you needed. How can she cast the spell without the birds?" Drac had asked.
But Merelda wasn't hearing it. She pulled her limbered hand from the pocket of her apron and blew some sort of black powder in our faces while whispering unintelligible words.
My brothers and I soon blacked out but her final words to us before the blackness took our sight was, "Stupid boys."