by Rebecca Foxx
“The vampires?” the wolf asked. “If I could get just one between my hands, I would shred its skull into dust.”
Faine gulped. The loyal wolf had no idea of him talking to a vampire right now. Actually that was the main thing Faine was still bothered by – even if she proved her loyalty to Larc, the other wolves would tear her into pieces if they knew what she was. The hatred between the two races was just rooting so deeply that not even Larc’s love could have persuaded them otherwise.
“Follow me, Ms. Valentine,” the wolf said and led her down into the basement.
They found Larc reading an age old book, totally unaware of his surroundings.
“Boss,” the wolf said.
“Not now,” Larc answered without even looking up from the pages.
“Larc,” Faine said.
This time he turned his head. Faine did not have to explain anything, Larc understood what happened by a single blink into her troubled eyes.
He shut the book close and walked to Faine.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Have they followed you?”
Just then they heard an anxious howling signaling that something had just went completely wrong somewhere outside.
Larc turned to the wolf.
“Strengthen the defenses,” he said. “The vampires might lead an ambush against us.”
The wolf turned ahead and run upstairs.
Larc and Fane followed him a little further back. Faine grabbed Larc’s arm.
“I do not think they have followed me,” Faine said. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized.
“Do not be,” Larc answered.
They got up to the main hall of the castle. They saw lots of wolves getting ready for the battle.
“The vampires are here,” one of them told Larc. “We are hopelessly outnumbered.”
Larc did not seem to be scared of the prospect of being overrun.
“We have to hold this castle,” he said. “I have just paid fifty million dollars for it.”
One of the wolves broke into a maniac laughter. The others followed his example. Larc managed to make them forget about the bad odds.
“We have to hold it until sunrise,” he added. Some of the wolves nodded and started to organize themselves. From the outside Faine heard heavy wings fluttering – she heard screams, growls, and howling.
Larc grabbed Faine’s hand and pulled her after himself. They entered one of the side chambers.
“Are we not going to fight?” Faine asked in surprise.
Larc shook his head.
“I’m going to, but you,” he said, “you cannot do that.”
Faine suddenly understood. Larc knew what she knew as well. The wolves would kill her too if it turned out that she was a vampire.
Larc pointed at a coffin in the corner of the room under a window.
“Get inside there,” he said.
Faine broke down into tears.
“I do not want to,” she pleaded, “if I have to die, I want to die with you on my side.”
Larc smiled at her while opening up the top of the coffin.
“You will not die,” he said. “Just trust me, I have got everything planned. If we hold the castle we will win and live together.”
“How?” Faine asked. But Larc did not answer. He pulled Faine at her wrist and shoved her body in the coffin. Faine had never thought that Larc possessed such physical power.
She banged her fists against the inside of the top of the coffin. It was locked.
“Let me out,” she screamed.
But no answer came.
She heard the battle raging on around her in the castle but she had no idea who was winning. Later the noises of struggle died away and a grave silence fell upon the place.
Faine fell asleep when the sunrise hit the horizon and her last thought was that if the vampires had not won by then, then they had most certainly lost.
Chapter 6
A creaking sound woke up Faine. Someone was opening the coffin.
The first thing she realized was that the outside world became utterly unfamiliar. Everything was shining, everything was bright. Faine had not seen the actual sunshine for about a hundred long years. It was beautiful.
Then she panicked. Faine pulled her arms up, trying to cover her face. She screamed as she felt her skin catching on fire. Whoever opened the coffin, he sentenced her to burn to dust alive.
Then she heard Larc’s voice. The pain was disappearing. She opened her eyes carefully. Larc kneeled beside the coffin and read something from the book she saw in his hands yesterday night.
Larc finished and flashed an intimate smile upon Faine’s flabbergasted face.
“What happened?” she muttered.
Larc took her out of the coffin. She felt that something has changed inside her body. A hunger came over her that she had not felt since she was turned into a vampire. Also, some of her mental powers seemed to have diminished. In exchange she felt that her senses were sharper than ever before.
“I told you everything was going to be alright,” Larc said.
He held her in his hands and started to caress her back gently but with clear intentions. Felt as if he was waiting for her approval. Faine raised her head and kissed Larc’s mouth.
The kisses did not stop.
Larc had a blanket with himself and laid it down onto the ground. Before he could stand up, Faine pushed him down onto it. Larc turned over his back, facing Faine again.
“You have not lost your strength,” he said playfully.
Faine pulled down his pants with a single move.
“I have never felt myself stronger,” she said laughing while those harmless rays of the sun caressed her skin. She sat down on the top of Larc’s belly.
She bended ahead and started to apply kisses all over Larc’s cheeks and neck.
“Tell me,” she whispered, “what have you done to me?”
Larc started to talk but his words were interrupted every now and then – always when Faine hit a sensitive spot on his body with her passionate kisses.
“The Lunar Book of Alchemy,” Larc said, his breathing excited and heavy, “can turn vampires into werewolves. I had no choice, I fell for you at that first night.”
Faine’s mouth got down to the bottom of Larc’s belly. His cock protruded shamelessly in excitement. Faine stroked it gently back and forth.
“And then?” she asked.
“I had to save you from the vampires,” Larc moaned. “I had to because no werewolf can live with a broken heart.”
Faine got rid of her own panties. She slipped herself onto Larc. She felt so excited, it went inside her swiftly after the first stroke.
“Aham,” she moaned.
Larc’s hands found their way under her shirt. He held her breasts inside them and started to squeeze them to the rhythm Faine dictated on his cock.
“And then?” she asked again.
“And then I realized that I was right,” Larc added.
Faine was close to coming. She felt Larc’s throbs inside her. His moans got louder, his eyes dimmer.
“Right about what?” Faine managed to squeeze the words out through her lips trembling in incontrollable pleasure.
“About what I said your eyes being beautiful in the sunshine,” Larc said.
Faine came with a series of spasms. Larc sat up and embraced her onto his chest. Then, he used the moment of Faine’s body relaxing and turned with her in his hands over. His weight pinned Faine to the ground. She kept her eyes closed.
“I want to see them again,” Larc asked her. Faine shook her head in refusal.
Larc started to move his waist back and forth. The pleasure inside Faine’s body just hit some newest all-time highs. Her eyes popped wide open.
“Thank you,” Larc said and he came with a roaring moan.
After some rest, they dressed up. Faine enjoyed the sunshine. A century spent in an eternal night made one forgot about such simple pleasures like observing a rising sun.
“Some died in honor,” Larc answered. “The rest was sent ahead. Yesterday night has been a huge victory. But the war is far from being over…”
Larc took Faine’s hand.
“Are you ready to leave?” he asked.
Faine nodded.
They started to walk towards the entrance of the castle. When they crossed the main hall, Faine saw a couple of bodies lying on the stone floor. Some of them were wolves partly transformed, others were the burnt-out remains of the fallen vampires.
“You know,” Faine said, “I do not understand one thing.”
“What is that?” Larc asked and stopped.
“I’m pretty sure they did not follow me,” Faine said. “How could the vampires get here so fast?”
Larc pointed at one of the bodies.
“You were not the only agent they had in our headquarters,” he said. “And unlike you, she placed her loyalty to the wrong side.”
Faine looked at where Larc pointed.
“She?” Faine asked in surprise.
Then she saw it. The body Larc singled out was the body of a platinum bombshell.
“Yes,” Larc nodded. “Let’s go,” he said.
Faine shot a last glance at the ice-cold, lifeless eyes of Jayden before following Larc outside.
Her car was still waiting unharmed right where she left it yesterday night.
“You know what?” Larc asked getting inside it.
“What?” Faine asked back from behind the wheel.
“I will take you out for breakfast,” he said, flashing a series of immaculate, white teeth at Faine.
She had to smile.
“No use denying it,” Larc said, “you must be hungry as a wolf.”
THE END
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Seductive Obsession
Chapter 1
While my morning coffee was brewing, I walked out into my backyard. Birds were chirping and the sun was shining. It was another cool, beautiful spring day in the Northeast.
I enjoyed spending some of the spring and summer months here instead of out West in the desert where I lived most of the year. I got to come home to the town I grew up in.
When I was here, I mostly kept to myself. I really didn’t like running into too many people from my childhood. Besides most of the people who still lived here were the ones who didn’t make it out. They didn’t have the drive or ambition or curiosity to move down to the city so they continued the slow paced suburban lifestyle.
My parents spent this time of year traveling through Southern Europe, so I would have the house all to myself.
I was a city girl who had learned to love life in the desert climate of Southern California.
There was no way I could have lived all year round in the suburbs. But for a few months in the spring and summer, I found my hometown to be the ideal place to rest, relax and gather my thoughts.
It was also a great place to get exercise. There were wooded trails that stretched for miles through different towns.
Whenever I walked along those trails, I felt a sense of calm and tranquility, which was very difficult to find in a modern, hyper-connected world. Those hour-long walks allowed me to get away from the busy, hectic life I was used to living. It was a return to nature, a return to a more primitive way of life.
One of my favorite things about living so close to nature was the range of wild animals I would get to see—rabbits, groundhogs, coyotes, and deer.
Even though I had lived in cities all around the world, I had never lost my love for animals. Growing up, I always had several pets—cats, dogs, turtles, hamsters, and birds. But when I came east I would always leave my cats and dogs with friends and neighbors in my Southern California town.
This was the one drawback to coming back home. Without my animals, I often got lonely. When I got lonely I would eat and continue eating until I got completely stuffed. I would always get angry with myself after pigging out, but I always had trouble controlling my appetite.
It was something that I had struggled with since my childhood. I had always been on the chubby or plump side. For most of my life, my weight had been a great cause of insecurity. But over the last few years, I had learned to appreciate my full breasts, wide hips, and plump ass. I no longer thought of myself as fat.
I had come to realize that I was a Big Beautiful Woman. When I started carrying myself with more confidence, I noticed that more and more men seemed to be paying attention to me. I’d always had a pretty face but a lot of guys had refused to date me because of my size. That had begun to change over the last few years. But as my twenty-ninth birthday approached, I was still single.
I promised myself before I came out here that I wouldn’t worry about dating or guys during the few weeks I had of rest and relaxation. There would be plenty of time for that once I went back west. For this little bit of time, I was going to focus on myself.
I lounged on the couch for a couple of hours, flipping through channels trying to find something that could hold my interest. But I finally gave up and decided that I would be much better off going outside for my walk before it got too warm.
I enjoyed walking in the morning hours because the trails were mostly empty. It was sometimes strange and awkward to run into another person in such an isolated place, especially as a single woman. It could be a creepy place, particularly as the sun started to set.
I could still remember the terrifying experience of getting lost deep in the trails as dusk began to descend. I was just a little girl at the time and I was scared out of my mind. I tripped, stumbled, and screamed for help. I felt all alone and completely helpless. Every sound scared me and seemed fraught with danger.
There was a man who I would often see tramping through the trails alone with a backpack and headphones. He was mute and homeless and could often be seen walking around town.
But I think he preferred to spend his days, at least, when the weather was favorable, in the dense, isolated wilderness. People around town would always say disparaging things about him. And I had been warned on numerous occasions not to even look at him, let alone talk to him. But those warnings only served to peak my interest.
Every time our paths crossed, I made sure to say hi and smile at him. The first few times he ignored me. He probably thought I was like most of the people in town. But I wasn’t. I felt like I could relate to him. We both enjoyed the solitude, isolation, and mystery of the trails. We both found sanctuary amongst its dense foliage, small rivers, and rocky paths.
So I never really feared people when I walked those trails, but the animals back there were a different story. Nobody knew what animals lived back there. When the sun went down there was no telling what feral creatures came out of their hiding places.
A human being could easily cross paths with the wrong predator and quickly end up becoming prey.
I walked through my backyard and onto the path. I loved the sound of the leaves and branches crunching under my feet. All the bright spring foliage dazzled and delighted me. It was a welcome change from the barren, colorless landscape of the desert.
As I walked, I pumped my arms at my sides. I always tried to work up a good sweat. I’d grown more and more comfortable with my body over the years. But what girl didn’t want to take off a few pounds here and there? After about a half an hour of walking, I stopped to take a drink of water. I sat down on a rock and slowly sipped from the ice-cold bottle. The water tasted delicious as it rolled down my throat. My whole body felt refreshed.
I heard footsteps in the distance. I turned and looked to see where they were coming from. It was a man jogging. He was too far away for me to get a clear look at his face, but I could tell that he was running with his shirt off. Just a glimpse of his nude upper torso sent waves of excitement and desire throughout my body.
I sudde
nly felt a strong urge to go after him. I had always been attracted to tall, lean men. I couldn’t get a good look at him but he seemed to fit the bill. So I set off in the direction that I’d seen him running in. I pumped my arms faster and faster.
I was hungry for him. I had promised myself not to worry about guys while I was out here. This was supposed to be about personal time, figuring things out for myself, and recuperating from my grueling work schedule. And there I was chasing after the first piece of masculine flesh that I encountered.