[The Shifters Committee 01.0] Time Shifters

by Rebecca Foxx

  “I want you inside of me,” she released on a growl, hardly recognizing the sound of her voice as she thrust her body hard against his. “Now.”

  Answering her with an unearthly growl, Lassiter tossed his head back as his long hard shaft plunged forth to the depths of her soaking wet pussy; revealing eyes that now glowed an unearthly shade of gold as he probed and penetrated her.

  Their hips claimed an immediate rhythm as their sweat lined bodies merged and entwined; losing themselves in a binding embrace as his pulsating cock moved smooth within her.

  Just then her lover parted his full lips to reveal in full the vision of his fangs; and as she licked her own lips in a show of bold lust, she felt these same elongated teeth emerge in her own mouth.

  “So it’s true,” she thought, just barely able to decipher her thoughts through a haze of radiating ecstasy. “We truly are one of a kind.”

  With this notion she parted her fleshy thighs to take him deeper into her; becoming one with him as their lips collided in a fierce binding kiss.

  His shaft plunging forth to her very core, Lassiter delivered a final mighty stroke that sent them hurdling across the bounds of an incredible shared climax; one that immersed their joined beings in a hot rain of unspeakable ecstasy.

  Breaking their kiss as passion overcame them, the couple clawed and hissed at one another in a show of genuine animal passion; their transformed beings writhing in pleasure as their voices expressed themselves in robust growls—ringing loud and clear into the night as their bodies clung together.

  Finally Delilah sprang from the arms of a startled Lassiter and ran for a clear paned gold-framed mirror posted in a corner of the sitting room; staring wide eyed into its panes as she beheld a woman she didn’t quite recognize.

  Now her own eyes glowed in much the same way as those of her mysterious lover; and as she parted and spread her cherry red lips, she revealed two front teeth that took on the likeness of sharp chiseled fangs.

  Even as she raised her clawed hands in a show of horror to cover her morphing face, she still could not avoid bearing witness to the bizarre metamorphosis that seemed to overtake her; one that resulted in the spouting of growths of exotic fur all over her body—her face, her arms, her legs, even her back and stomach.

  “No!” she growled in a show of sheer terror, falling over onto all fours as she surrendered her humanity and assumed in full the eternal form of the werewolf.

  Soon she ran fast and wild around the room; continuing to bark and howl in a show of sheer desperation.

  Springing from the floor in a single smooth flourish, a calm Lassiter surged forward to catch her up in sheltering arms; cradling and petting her quaking form as he whispered in her ear.

  “You can control this,” he whispered, adding as he wrapped his arms around her morphed form and cradled her soft and sweet in his embrace, “You hold the power, Delilah. Just take it. Take your life back.”

  Finally relaxing beneath the effects of his nurturing touch, Delilah reclined easy on the ground beneath them and shut her eyes tight; focusing on the humanity that lurked beneath her beastly surface.

  Suddenly her ragged breath softened and regulated; her frantic heartbeat slowing into a regular pattern as—once again—she felt her body change.

  She lifted her fingers to her face and felt the sheen of smooth ebony skin that once again covered her from head to toe; noting also that she bore the hands of a woman, as opposed to the claws of the beast.

  “I didn’t want this to happen,” she murmured, avoiding the gaze of her quiet lover as she added, “I didn’t want you to know.”

  She fell silent as an understanding Lassiter swept her up in two strong arms; holding his lady closer than close as he stared deep into her eyes.

  “But I do know, Delilah, all too well,” he told her. “You are a werewolf, likely changed by the foul creature that—or so I’ve heard—has been roaming the Florida wilderness.” He paused here, adding as he clutched her hands between his, “And I am a vampire.”

  Delilah nodded.

  “Somehow I sensed that there was something different about you,” she whispered, adding as she cupped his face in two tender hands, “Different, yet the same as me. We are both creatures of the night.”

  Lassiter smiled.

  “The only difference, love, is that I likely have a few centuries on you—give or take—in terms of our age,” he revealed, adding in a wistful tone, “I was turned by a duchess in old England, where I ruled the social scene as a rogue duke.”

  Delilah smiled.

  “Well if I may say so, my darling, you’ve aged very well,” she praised him, adding as she opened her arms to him, “And I want my beautiful rogue to take me to bed and make love to me.”

  Moments later the couple found themselves ensconced in the sleek silken sheets of Lassiter’s canopied four poster bed; their bodies once again coming together in a divine union of the fiercest passion.

  Collapsing together beneath the lavender softness of his plush silken comforter, the couple’s arms and legs entangled as their lips collided in a heated kiss—their hips and thighs locking between them as they sunk together in a timeless embrace.

  Rolling free and wild across the sheets of their private trysting spot, Lassiter and Delilah writhed shameless together as he held his lover closer than close; cradling and coddling her as he massaged her back and shoulders and whispered against her lips.

  “Don’t worry about the future, my love,” he urged her, adding as their hips swayed together in the throes of a decadent lover’s tango, “Neither one of us is a killer—I suspect that we both derive our energies from the fountain of passion that lurks within each of us. So now let us flow and dance together—to merge together as lovers of the night.”

  With these words he surged deep within her and joined their bodies as one; his long hard shaft slithering and sliding in the wetness of her feminine entry.

  Even as he reached his agile hand downward to knead and stroke her pounding clit, Lassiter still kissed and licked her lips in a most affectionate manner; his sweat-glistened cock dancing within her as she braced her arms around his hard muscled shoulders.

  Delilah’s breasts crushed her lover’s chest as she tangled her fingers in his long blond hair; rubbing herself hard and wanton against him as the friction between them intensified.

  Sparks really flew a few moments later, as his agile fingers laid a gentle squeeze on the surface of her throbbing femininity; at the same time hoisting his hips against hers as his cock surged forth to her very core.

  Once again the couple soared across the bounds of a throbbing mutual orgasm; and as their joined beings once again ignited in a blaze of incredible passion, the creatures of the nocturne let loose with loud, fierce howls in a joined duet that serenaded the moon--and each other.

  THE END

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  Victoria’s Secret

  Introduction

  The dark, black blood dripped from his hands and pooled on the floor. He stood over what was left of the person he thought he could love; someone he thought was like-minded and connected to him.

  He didn’t shed a tear, but rather the sweat poured down his face and dripped from the end of his nose onto the mangled flesh at his feet.

  It was not an image he had ever imagined would occupy his mind, but he had a job to do; a holy mission to rid the world of the non-human monsters who fed off of the weakness and vulnerability of the human species.

  He had watched his family be destroyed by one of those flesh-eating creatures from hell and from that moment forward, his life had been dedicated doing what he perceived was the right thing.

  It would mean that again, he would be alone with the exception of the occasional visit from another hunter or a prostitute he found attractive, and that night, he would try to enjoy both. It would require adult beverages an
d non-committed primal sexuality to wipe his mind’s eye of such a disaster he created and he was willing to try.

  Colten Taurus stood above his prey victoriously, but he didn’t feel victorious. Neither did he feel the trained eyes of another mortal enemy; but this one was different and would challenge his very soul and his way of thinking.

  It would be the first time in his lifetime.

  Chapter 1 – Changing Times

  Victoria was dusting the seating room of her employer’s home and it was never an easy task. Her employer was a slob and entertained frequently, leaving the disaster for Victoria to clean. After she removed the trash and replaced the broken furniture, she would dust the room completely.

  There were times when she wondered whether or not his guests were made of dust because they left so much behind.

  Victoria was a beautiful woman with a full figure and a face that could seduce a monk from his monastery. Her emerald green eyes were hypnotic and her voice was that of an angel. While cleaning, she would sing old spirituals that spoke of injustice and retribution, and in her heart, she was truly content to be who she was and where she was at that time.

  The cleaning was done for the day and the sun was preparing to set. It was the sign that her work had been completed for the day and though others in her position would have complained about the pay for the amount of hours she put in on a weekly basis, it was not in her nature to complain and she simply felt blessed to have the opportunity.

  She retired to her room where she prepared a bath. During those days even the most simplistic task of drawing a bath became a chore; but it was a chore that paid off. The wood stove was glowing hot and the massive bucket of water that rested on top was beginning to release steam.

  The large tub sat patiently waiting for its thirst to be quenched and for her to be taken in its warm and caring embrace.

  Victoria undressed in silence; the room locked and secure from any unwanted visitors. She then poured the bucket of steaming water in with the room-temperature water and added some bath salts.

  Testing the temperature with her toe, she was satisfied and slowly climbed in the tub and sunk down into the steaming, aromatic water and with her sponge, began soaping up her soft, smooth skin.

  Her hair was the first to be washed as she didn’t want to wash her hair with water that was already dirty. Her long, brown hair shimmered under the light of the candles as she washed and rinsed her hair. The soap left a fragrant hint of lavender in her hair that eventually filled the room.

  She lay in the tub long enough for the water to begin to get cold and she stood and grabbed her drying cloth and started with her hair. The Stove was radiating enough heat to keep her warm and comfortable as she dried off and was like a congratulatory embrace for a job well done.

  Victoria stepped out of the tub and dried off completely and then put on her nightwear; preparing for an evening of light reading and a well-deserved rest. It was when she climbed into bed that she heard a rattling and scuffling outside of her door in the hallway.

  She found it odd because in her section of the house, there were only two other residents who both worked in the kitchen. They were usually in bed long before her and it was rather late for them to be making such a racket.

  She listened intently and could swear that for a moment she could hear breathy laughing followed by a low, deep, growl. Just as quickly as the sound appeared, it was gone.

  Victoria went back to her reading and wrote the noises off as an over-worked and exhausted mind. Her book would take her to a new place and provide her with respite from the stress.

  She began to doze off when the noise awakened her. The door to her bedroom had been busted open and in the doorway stood a man whom she recognized as one of the employer’s regular guests. He had the look of the devil in his eyes and his blue eyes were ice-cold.

  His face had been transformed into a caricature of itself and sat on the edge of being unrecognizable, but one thing she did recognize was the fact that he was breathing hard and he was aroused.

  Victoria’s memory of what took place next was foggy at best and though she knew that she had not been sexually violated, she knew that she had been bitten and manhandled in the process.

  The bruises and two holes in her neck were evidence enough to show that something horrific did, in fact, happen and when she concentrated on the event, she could only see the mangled, warped and blood thirsty face of her attacker.

  The next morning, every thing had changed. The excruciating pain in her neck was gone, her ability to see and hear had improved, and the thought of cooked food repulsed her. She had blood on her mind and as she opened the drapes for the morning; the rays of the sun dug into her skin like pockets of acid. She quickly closed the drapes and wept.

  She realized at that point her life would never again be the same and neither would it ever be boring. She had been turned by a selfish beast and the taste of his blood was still fresh in her mouth.

  Victoria was discreet about her feeding unlike the brute that turned her. While the lore was true about sunlight, the myths of coffins to sleep in, the fear of garlic, the fear of a crucifix were all just that; myths. Silver, however, did cause damage and could kill a vamp when driven into the heart. A wooden stake just made them angry.

  Silver combined with ink made an excellent tool for tattoos that gave vampires a way to either express themselves or to identify with other vamps.

  Victoria had a dragon tattoo that started at the bottom of her right ribcage and made its way down her side; ending finally at the right side of her knee. The tattoo was significant to her and made her smile when she thought of its origins. Her first lover as a vampire called her a “beautiful flower with the temper of a dragon.” It was a moniker she would carry with her all of her days.

  The transition for Victoria was horribly easy and when she took the first human life, it was that of her twisted, demented employer who had been the one to encourage the vamp who turned her to pay a visit. It was at the behest of him that she became part of the undead family. He had to pay the price and he did.

  Fortunately, he was not missed.

  Victoria watched the times change over the course of two centuries and she had an uncanny ability to adapt. She had taken a few lovers throughout the years; both male and female, human and vampire.

  She was terribly lonely and unfulfilled and when the hunters came on the scene, she had to be even more discreet and it almost killed her personal life. Eventually it would change, but she would pay a price.

  Chapter 2 – Hunter Baptism

  Colten was frozen in place. His heart was racing, his mind frozen in time as the images played out before him in gruesome detail. He was only 14 years old when it happened and the event would shape his way of thinking for all eternity. His faith was challenged and everything he thought he believed in was forced into question.

  His mother, father, and little sister lay at his feet in a pool of blood; their body parts mangled and chunks of flesh missing. Their necks were ripped wide open, the tendons and what was left of arteries shown through the dried blood. His sister was bitten so hard and with such fury that her 6 year old neck was nearly severed in half.

  His parents hadn’t faired any better as they too had pieces of their bodies missing and their throats shredded.

  Colten had spent some time with his girlfriend and wasn’t home when the tragedy occurred and it would haunt him and motivate him alike throughout his years. It would drive him to be the most sought-after and deadly hunter in the country.

  He was only 15 when he made his first confirmed kill. A small group of vigilante hunters had taken him under their wing after reading about his tragedy in the newspapers and they were compelled to help him. They trained him in the art of the stalk, the precision needed for an accurate kill, and the methods by which a vampire could actually be killed.

  His trademark would later become beheading and removal of the vampire’s fangs.

  He and his new
found friends were in a small public park not far from town when they thought that they heard noises in the bushes. Colten went to investigate but before he could reach the edge of the bushes, the vampire leapt out at him and tried to attach its mouth to his neck.

  Instinctively and how he had been trained, he pulled his silver blade from its sheath with his right hand and plunged it deep into the heart of the vampire, killing her instantly.

  After a kill, the vampire would begin to age appropriately and this particular vampire aged hardly at all. She was freshly turned and most likely completely unaware of what she was dealing with but only heard the voices of the hunger that screamed within her.