Peter was stunned into silence, standing there and enjoying the aftermath of what had just transpired. He opened his eyes and found that he was alone with his cock now dripping the remnants of his orgasm onto the ground at his feet. He tucked in his johnson, making sure that the body was concealed properly, before exiting the woods and leaving behind a haunted image that would bring upon a guilty conscience. He hadn’t done anything wrong, but yet he still felt like he needed to confess.
Stephanie watched him from the comfort and safety of the woods. She had enough of the blood bags and two days was more than sufficient to make her crave for something that was still beating inside somebody’s chest. Giving oral sex to Coach Winter’s had only exasperated the situation. The taste of his seed lingering on her tongue had the unexpected side effect of needing that bloody liquid refreshment to wash it all down.
Chapter five
Peter stood at the entrance, his hand poised over the door about to knock, when it opened to have Stephanie standing there with a look that made him feel almost exposed. “Um, I’ve come to see Benjamin. I need to confess what we did. I think it’s only right that he knows, even though I think that he’s going to take a swing at me.” She was wearing that same uniform, but the shirt was undone enough that she could easily give him a brief peek at her heaving mounds.
“I’m afraid that he’s not here at the moment, Peter. He’s at work and won’t be home for at least another hour or so. Please come in and I’m sure that we can find something to make the time go by a little quicker.” She just finished supper, which consisted of cow’s blood from a steak that was almost moving on the plate. She had a cold glass of fresh blood and that liquid encouragement was now feeding her need for something a lot more sinful.
“I think that I should just leave. It would be wrong of me to come in, when your father is not here.” He tried to turn and walk away, but her hand was now gripping his wrist. It seemed almost like an iron claw that was keeping him from leaving the doorway.
“I don’t think that you understand, Peter. When I said that you could come in, I mean that you are going to come in. I think it’s about time that we consummate this relationship. You may not even think that it’s a relationship, but to me it couldn’t be anything else.” Stephanie had never felt this way for any one. She didn’t even know that she had the capacity for the emotion of love. This had to be what this was, because she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She was constantly coming up with vindictive and sinister ways to invade his personal space.
“I really don’t think that this is a good idea, Stephanie. Every time around you, I tend to think these thoughts. Even now, I need to wash my mouth out with a bar of soap. I need to go to confessional and stand in front of a priest and give them all the sordid details of what we did together.” He tried one more time to wrench free from her grasp, but it was an effort in futility.
“Peter, this thing that we have between us is nothing to be scared about. It’s perfectly natural. If it helps you to sleep at night, then I need to tell you something that is probably going to blow your mind. I’m not exactly 17.” She was waiting to see if he was able to grasp the concept of what she was going to say.
Peter almost breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe she was 19 and that she had been left behind a couple of years. That would certainly give him a lot more freedom to explore these feelings that had been creeping up, ever since that he had met her in the woods.
“Peter, I’m older than the girls at school. I have more experience in my little finger than all of them combined. If you think that makes me a slut, then you’re only half right. I like the act of submission and I want my men to feel compelled to be with me in more ways than one.” While she was talking, Stephanie was pulling him into the living room and easily pushing him back onto the tan couch in front of the 50 inch TV.
“I know that I’m going to regret asking this. I know that I’m not supposed to ask this question, but I need to know. How old are you, Stephanie?” He sat there with his hands by his side, preventing himself from touching her and knowing that if he did that he would never want to stop.
Stephanie got up and began to pace back and forth, wondering how she was going to say this without sounding completely around the bend. “Suffice to say, I’ve been alive for 120 years. I know how hard that is for you to hear, but trust me it’s true. Benjamin and I have been together for about 15 years now. There is nothing sexual between us and he’s the only one that understands me enough that he’s able to prevent me from doing something that is going to cast a shadow over this house He’s not even my father. We just say that for appearances.”
“Stephanie, you’re not making any sense. Do you mean that you have an old soul?”
“No, I mean that I’m physically 120 years old. I was sired by a man that thought that I was something special and wanted me to live on through the ages. He left me after 20 years of cutting a swatch of destruction across this land. I found myself with blood lust that I couldn’t control, until Benjamin came around and started to teach me that there was a better way. I’m a vampire. There’s no easy way to say that without sending crazy, so I may, as well just put it out there on the table.” She saw that he was stunned, but she could also see that he didn’t believe a single word that was being said.
“You’re out of your fucking mind.” She had her back towards him and then when she turned, Peter jumped up on the couch. There were fangs coming out of her mouth and her eyes were blood red with her face contorted into this grotesque mask. He watched, as she came closer and with shaky fingers, he reached out to find out if this was true or not.
In a blur of motion, they traveled from the living room to her bedroom upstairs in the span of seconds. She easily heaved him onto the bed, landing astride him, while ripping at his clothes with her fingernails. He was ill equipped to deal with the fact that she was this monster, but at the same time she was exciting his other prominent region.
“I’ve been called many things over the years, Peter. I think that you can see for yourself that I’m not lying.” She looked down at her handiwork and was quite pleased to see that he was now lying there in tatters of his clothes. His body was exposed and all she had to do was move her hands across the cut fabric to release his overexcited state.
“Why would you want anything to do with me? It’s not like I have anything that I can give you that you haven’t had before.” He was still trying to figure this out, but the proof was written across her face like neon letters. “I’m nothing special.”
“Peter, that’s where we differ and I find you uniquely special. You may not know this, but vampires don’t have the same emotions, as regular human being. When I was bitten, I was essentially stripped of those obstacles standing in my way. I’ve since learned that they are still there, buried deep down and you awakened the one that they call love.” She used her same fingers with those long nails to tear open her blouse, getting rid of her bra, until it was nothing, but a distant memory.
“For somebody that is over 100 years old, you look remarkably like a teenager.” He reached out and touched her skin, feeling his cock jerk and knowing that she was going to take things to the final step. “What happens when we have sex? Do I turn into something like you, or does that happen some other way?”
“You know, I’ve never thought about it before. I’ve only used men for their bodies and love has never entered into the equation. I guess this is new territory for the both of us.” Before she could finish her thoughts, he was lifting her small form over his face and lowering her pussy onto his mouth underneath her skirt. She couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but she could certainly feel it. “I have this way of compelling people to do my… bidding. Maybe it’s time that I finally…let somebody else…take control.” Amazingly, she felt her vampire tendencies slip away. She was now a true woman ready to be taken to new heights of pleasure by a man that she bought for a moment was a simple plaything.
She held onto t
he headboard, grinding around in a circle with his outstretched tongue now penetrating into the deepest part of her. She let the emotions of the moment carry her away and that sense of freedom that came from the moment of truth creeping up on her was like a revelation.
“I’m CUMMMMMING.” Stephanie dug her fingernails into the wood, ripping bits of pisses off and not knowing her own strength. Her thighs were pressed up against his head and essentially there was no way that he was going to be able to breathe, until she allowed him to.
Peter was at a loss for words, unable to move and trying his best to get that last vestige of oxygen into his lungs. He was lucky that he had the semblance of mind to breathe through his nose, or he most likely would have expired right here in a compromising position. Finally, she lessened her hold and he was able to lift her again easily over his pronounced member that was now leaking profusely down the sides.
Even in her continuing climax, she felt the invading presence of something that was above average forcing her open. She looked down to see that he was fitting her nicely on top of him, letting her slide down his pole, until she had it all in her greedy grasp.
“I don’t know if it’s your hold on me, or if I’m still trying to take in everything that you said to me. I think there’s more here than just some casual fling on the side.” He looked at her on top of him, completely naked except for the skirt that was now rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. The more that he bounced her up and down, the flaps of her skirt would rise and show the shaved mound of her little pussy being fucked deep and hard by a man that looked twice her age. Age meant nothing to Stephanie. She had lived a long and interesting life, but in all that time, she had never found the one…until now.
“Yes, fuck me, Peter. I know that you’ve been thinking about this… and now it’s time for us to show each other the way we feel.” She could hear the bedsprings taking the force of their union and how the headboard was constantly slamming up against the wall. Stephanie put her hands on his chest and without meaning to; she began to dig into his skin and caused 10 tendrils of blood to start to flow down his chest and stomach.
This didn’t even faze Peter and the pain was secondary to the squeezing sensation of her hole. Those muscles were well conditioned and she was basically trying to milk him of everything that he had stored up in his balls.
“Stephanie… Stephanie… Stephanie.” Her name was glued on his lips, as he started to fuck her harder and also feeling that she was reeling back and joining him with stroke after stroke. Peter could see that she was sweating and that look was making him over eager and excited beyond words. He fired point blank into her body, turning her over, so that he could lift her legs and inject her with his manly seed over and over again from a place of dominance.
Stephanie screamed, failed her legs in either direction and let that moment take her away on a certain emotion that she didn’t even know was there, until today. The love that she had felt for him, manifested into her teeth driving into his neck and having him groan with not only her drinking his blood, but also her pussy working him over into a frenzy.
Peter passed out and Stephanie waited with vigil by his bed, until he woke up with a craving that had nothing to do with sex. Stephanie offered her wrist and he drank happily, taking that elixir of life and making it a part of his own body. That copper taste was pungent and Peter could not get enough, until finally Stephanie pulled him away with this look in her eyes that said that was more than enough.
“Peter…you’re one of us.” They attacked each other and by the time that Benjamin came home, he heard the commotion and went upstairs to investigate to find that his best friend had been turned.
The next day, they packed up and all three of them hit the road with Stephanie and Peter acting like lovebirds in the back seat. Stephanie had found her true Achilles’ heel. The emotion of love was causing her to rethink her decisions and those faces that she had killed were now haunting her dreams. She would never give in to that blood lust again and now that she had Peter, they could feed off each other and not have to take innocent lives.
As they left the town behind, they knew that the adventure of them being a couple was just beginning.
*****
THE END
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The Werewolf's Young Desire
Chapter 1
His eyes rolled back in his skull as he slept. Where was she? She was always flying around his head, buzzing, like a bee.
“Come down from there!” Gage cried.
“No! You’ll just catch me again!” the malphon yelled back.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise!”
“You’ll tear my wings out. You dogs are awful!” she laughed.
“Tara, come down!”
The little raven stopped flying around Gage’s head. He was a small pup, and got dizzy quickly.
Tara landed next to him in the mud. She kicked up her feet, looking at the filth.
“I don’t know how you dogs do it. Always rolling about in the sludge.”
“It’s fun. It makes you feel cool when you’re warm.”
“’And then what, you lick each other clean? Ewwww.”
“No, we go to the river and wash off. You should try it, Tara.” The little wolf swiped at his nose with a paw.
Tara squawked. “I won’t do it!”
“Then just watch me.” He giggled as he rolled in the mud, caking his grey fur with brown grit.
Tara laughed and ruffled her feathers.
Then the werewolf pup took off toward the water, where Tara flew overhead. When the water became too deep the pup transformed into a tan, dark-haired boy. He washed his arms and torso in the cool stream.
“I’ll leave you for today, Gage. Can I come by tomorrow?” Tara asked.
“Please do!”
Tara chirped and then took to the skies.
Gage woke with a start. He thought about Tara too often lately. He hated it. She’d been his best friend, his soulmate and now she was a dream.
“Gage, the pack wants to know about the impending threat to the south,” Hayden said, entering Gage’s cabin.
“The threat to the south can kiss my fucking ass. Tell the pack we’ll deal with them when we have to,” Gage growled, rolling over in his bed. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“But, sire, they have killed two of our own.”
“I know what they’ve done! We will do worse! Do you not think that I can lead this pack? Is it my fault that they snuck onto our territory unannounced, killing our brethren? They broke the law and I will reinforce it. Rest assured, brother. They will all die.”
Hayden brushed back a lock of golden hair. “I’m sorry, sire. I’ll let the pack know we’re out for blood.” Hayden nodded his assent and left the cabin immediately.
Gage shook his head. Tara was invading his thoughts. Even while talking to Hayden about two of his murdered brothers, she danced in the background of his mind. It was a sickness. He had to get his head right. Taking a mate would do it for now, but it surely wasn’t a cure for his ailment.
Tara was all he came back to. The last time he’d seen her had been when they were almost twenty. They were naïve and coy and in love, yet they didn’t say that to one another. Then his malphon had to relocate. She was gone and he was alone. His childhood friend forever removed from his life, until recently, when she was in his dreams.
He knew malphons had a habit of being cerebral and sometimes psychic in ways. Was it possible she was trying to reach him in his dreams?
The Tara he remembered had long, flowing brow
n hair and fair skin, with pretty blue eyes. He’d dreamt about those eyes for many nights in a row. He remembered the first time they met, when she flew over him, shedding a single black feather onto his puppy head. As a human, she was as stunning as she was when she was a raven. He recalled how much her body had changed from when they were small children to the time they became adults. She was perfection from head to toe, full lips and breasts. Damn, he wanted her. He had to suppress the dreams she was inflicting, if it was her influence. He couldn’t deal with the distraction now. He had a war to fight.
Gage stepped outside of his cabin, shirtless, strong, bare chest pressed to the sky. He howled at the moon and then tongued an incisor. His pack came out of the woods to meet him.
As they all knelt at his feet, he looked them over, sizing them up. Hayden, his strongest, was surely an asset. Neil, Lane, Birch…all good Darkriders. He was surrounded by greatness. There was no reason not to infiltrate the army south of them. Besides, they were encroaching on his territory. That was forbidden by werewolf law. What did they want? More territory? Was their alpha so bold as to try and take his army?
No way was anyone taking anything from him. Not while he was alpha. He’d been bestowed the privilege after savagely killing their elder. Killing the prior alpha was not only a difficult task, it was a rite of passage. The previous alpha was to be remembered fondly and each full moon was dedicated to all their former leaders. Death was death and life was life. Right now, life was in danger and death loomed on the horizon. Gage had to ensure the lives of his progeny.
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