by Godiva Glenn
Outside, the party continued. The walls were thin, the door was thin, she could end it all with a scream. He pinched her nipples until she squealed and kissed her shoulder. Spicy lust salted the air, bringing the animal in him closer to the foreground. He licked her neck and shuddered. Her warm caramel skin tasted sweet with excitement.
"How would you do it?"
"Do what?" he hedged, sliding a hand down her front and around to the back, squeezing her plentiful round ass. The other hand continued to toy with her breast.
"You know what," she said, sucking in her breath as his hand pried at her thighs and forced her to spread her legs.
"Say it." His fingers hooked to rub between her legs, finding slick wetness escaping the lycra leotard. He massaged her pussy, drawing out her delightful moaning, then stopped. "Say it."
"H-how, would you make me a slut?"
A low chuckle of triumph escaped him but was cut off when he slid her costume to the side and felt her wet pussy pressed right against her tights. His hands slide over the soaked transparent barrier and the wolf in him howled. He shook his head even as images of everything he wanted to do to her crashed in a tumultuous chaos in his brain.
He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent again. It coated him inside and out. His damp fingers rubbed front to back, dragging her arousal to her clit. He circled it with wide gentle strokes while he spoke softly to her.
"First, I'd rip these tights open-"
"But then I couldn't go back out... with a tear between my legs..."
"Shh. You should have thought about that before you came in here." He pressed his thumb against her opening, careful not to puncture the flimsy material guarding her.
She nodded so firmly that her breasts jiggled. Perhaps she didn't know, but she was safe tonight. He didn't trust himself to take her now. The thrumming of the ley lines was making it hard to keep the wolf at bay, and he wasn't going to risk transforming while fucking the delicate human in his arms.
"I'd push these fingers into you and fuck you with them until you were ready for my cock."
"I'd resist," she moaned, and leaned her head back against his chest. "I'd tell you I have to go."
"For a while, I'm sure, but I'd be persistent. And you love my cock. You'd want it in you. I'd remind you of how much you enjoyed it in your mouth."
"Oh, yes," she hissed. "You'd make me so wild for it. I'd probably start to beg. I'd want to feel you, so thick and hard. But I'd be worried. I've never had a guy as big as you."
His fingers twitched and pulled away from where they'd been caressing between her legs. "Do you mean that or are you teasing more?"
"I mean it. That's why..."
"Why you tried to run away?"
He released her breast and took her by the hair, forcing her to press down on the counter so that she was fully bent over. He positioned her legs further apart and marveled at how she looked; exposed and ready to use. He smacked her ass hard, once. Twice. Her legs shook and she whimpered, but she didn't complain.
He pressed the head of his cock to her opening and slid along the slick fabric. She held her breath and made it difficult for him to resist plunging into her and taking her, regardless the consequences. But he kept his breath even and his mind focused. It was just a game.
Dragging a finger down her spine, he spoke gently to her. “It’s a shame. If you hadn't played so hard to get I would have been easy on you. I could ease it in, let you get used to the feel. Let you enjoy the slow stretch, and kiss you while I slipped deeper and deeper."
She whimpered, and he reached the tail of her spine and slapped her ass again.
"But since you're a tease I'd just ram it in and cover your mouth to catch your scream. And you would scream. Delicious sounds for me to covet while I fucked you hard." He pushed forward, stretching the fabric as his tip threatened her entrance. "You’d make me feral and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from destroying your pussy, bruising you and pounding you until your pussy would be swollen and sore and you’d run out of breath."
"I..."
"You'd love it," he growled.
She nodded, a shiver rushing over her body. "I would. But I'd pretend not to. I'd squirm. And yes, I'd scream, because you would be so much and so rough. I wouldn't know if I wanted you to stop and let me go, or if I would need you to keep going, to quench the fire."
"Yes. I'd use you until you were dizzy but, you see, teases don't get to come. You only get to please me. Satisfy me."
"But that's not fair, and you’d feel so good."
"Then you shouldn't have made me impatient" He clicked his tongue chidingly and thrust forward, allowing himself to glide along the wet path between her thighs. "So now it's your job to make me cum."
"But where-"
"In you, of course."
"No, we couldn't do that,” she said half-heartedly.
"I can do whatever I want, that's what you want, isn't it? So you'd milk me dry. Tell me you wouldn't."
"Damn it,” she whimpered. “I shouldn't, but... I would, because you'd feel so amazing. I'd squeeze you. I'd want you to give me everything."
Groaning, he tapped his cock up against her pussy, hitting her clit. "Yes. Such a good girl. I'd reward you. I'd fuck you until you were close to peaking, then I'd bury myself deep and fill you up. Pumping into you until you were coated and overflowing with my cum."
Her hand reached down, joining him between her legs and stroking him. "You'd leave me a mess?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you have something else in mind."
"I'd pull out and replace your slutty little costume so that it holds my cum inside you."
"But that would hardly work, because you left so much..."
"I know. I'd send you back to the party with your torn tights and cum dripping down your thighs so that all the guys could see what a slut you are. And through the night they'd drag you to dark corners and rooms and fuck and use you more, until you became mindless and dripping with cum."
He inhaled near her neck, taking in another solid whiff of her womanly scent, and backed away. His hand slid the costume back into place, hiding her wet pussy once again.
Shaking overcame her body, seconds passing while she whispered to herself. When she rose, she was still trembling. She turned and cast heavy-lidded eyes over him. He helped her adjust her top in silence, but when he bent down to retrieve his pants she spoke up.
"You should keep me."
"I'm not good with things I keep."
"At least give me a chance to really be with you? You must want to. I don't know why not now, I don't understand the game, but don't you want me?"
He tugged his pants up and gave a nod. "I do." His eyes swept over her, lingering on her breasts, which heaved softly and reminded him that he still had a hard-on sturdy enough to break down a wall. It may take some time to fade. "I'm too wild tonight, babe. It's one thing to talk and another to do. I want a lot of things but I could really hurt you, and I don't want that."
Biting her lip, she looked downward. She must have accepted his excuse. He ran his hands through his hair and tried to will away his erection while she searched the room. With a triumphant noise, she scribbled on a notepad she'd found.
"My number. Text me when you aren't feeling wild?"
He pocketed the number, unsure whether he'd ever use it. It almost felt like a commitment. "Sure. Now go back to your friends."
With one last scan over her outfit she nodded and slipped out of the room. He waited a moment and then exited as well, the strum of the ley lines keeping his senses heightened and excited. The night surely wasn't over yet.
Riding Red Hard
Elissa pouted as she spied Aaron slipping from a room shortly after a rumpled Wonder Woman. It was a long shot that the Second, next in line of the region's wolf pack, would risk a civil war to screw her, but it was worth a try. He was obscenely fuck-worthy. His brown hair was always tousled in that sexy careless way and his blue eyes had a penet
rating quality. And damn if he didn't walk like he had a big cock and knew how to use it. From across the room, she swore he sported an erection tucked up behind his belt. A bulge behind his untucked shirt.
Werewolves were different from her own kind in many ways, but they both shared incredible stamina. Besides, werewolves were notoriously well-endowed, particularly in their natural state. She'd had the luck of seeing Aaron in his feral state before and yeah, she wanted that. He'd never shown interest, which she assumed was a ploy, but now that they were at a neutral party she’d hoped he'd come around. So far, no such luck.
Chills ran over her. The ley lines felt like invisible spiders dancing across her skin, but in a good way. Surely he was feeling anxious as well, and yet he'd still shown nothing for her scandalous outfit. Fluffing her hair and straightening her shoulders, she marched over to him.
"Having fun, puppy?"
Sparkling blue eyes grazed her quickly from top to bottom and he smirked. "You should be more careful."
"Am I giving you ideas?" she purred.
"Hardly. You know I don't bang leeches."
She rolled her eyes. His insults did nothing to her. She'd certainly been called worse over the last century. "Right. The champion pervert of the noble wolf line only bangs helpless weak humans. How's that going?"
She glanced pointedly at his bulge and he gripped himself. She couldn't help but stare and when her eyes lifted to his face, clearly she'd been caught—he'd watched her the entire time.
"Why do you care? Trying to find a hole in our defenses? Think you can blackmail me into some political treaty?" he asked with amusement glittering in his eyes.
It was tempting to make a joke about holes, but she shook her head. This banter was doing nothing for her. Aaron would be the leader of his pack if he'd stop screwing around—literally. The loyalty of the wolves was split due to his disinterest in the female werewolves and his fetish for trying to find a human who would let his beast fuck her. There were certainly many things more likely to happen than that.
"You think too much. If anything, you know I wouldn't touch our tenuous race politics with a ten-foot pole. I just like to have fun and live my life."
He didn't look convinced. "In any case, I need to take care of this, so you'll excuse me."
Scanning the room like the predator he was, he stalked away. Perhaps she was playing a dangerous game, but she wasn't giving up on him. She'd been alive—or, un-alive—for long enough to see people change their minds. He was a goal for the long run. For now, something else would do. Something warm and snack-worthy. Turning slowly, she smiled as she took in the room.
So many delicious heartbeats.
The human that had arrived with Aaron stumbled through the room, dragged by a determined looking fairy. Elissa briefly wondered if she should warn the human about fairy nectar, or if she should alert Aaron to his friend's playmate, but she wasn't feeling that generous.
She crooked her finger at a tall dark-haired human male that had been eying her from across the room. He looked cute enough for her purposes. Smiling, he came obediently to her side and she whispered to him that they should get away from the noise. They moved through the crowd and headed into the dark landscape of trees, passing a few couples with the same idea until they were alone. Elissa held her prey close while she scanned their surroundings. No one close enough to catch them, at least.
The human male kissed her neck and caressed her, sliding his hands over her slick latex dress and mumbling about how amazing she looked. His hot fingertips felt magical over her cool skin, and when he pinched her nipples she allowed herself to moan in delight. He was clearly one eager to please. She slid her hand down into his pants and cupped his already hard cock.
"Is this all for me?" she asked playfully.
He nodded, and she licked his neck, tasting the light bitterness of his cologne and underneath that, the delicious heat of clean skin. His pulse sped and called to her even as his lust scented the air, tickling her nose and drawing a longing pull from between her thighs. Hungry and horny, like she tended to be, though tonight every sensation was more intense. The magic beneath the ground making even a mundane fuck and suck more tantalizing.
She leaned away just enough to stare into his eyes and speak, putting emphasis into her words as she be spelled him.
"Don't scream, don't run. You won't remember a thing about me once we part. Okay?"
He nodded blankly and she pulled him forward again, squeezing and stroking his cock while he groped her breasts and ass. So compliant. After a teasing lick along his pulse, she sank her fangs in and drank, still tugging his erection so that the pleasure would mask the pain. Sweet, hot blood flooded her mouth, bathing her tongue. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart continue to race and pump and give her what she wanted.
Just a few minutes of drinking was all she needed, and she pulled away licking her lips. Now for the next fun part. The human shuddered against her and she stiffened. Her hand felt wet and she frowned.
"Did you just..." she sputtered.
"I'm sorry, you just felt so good," he groaned.
Yanking her hand from his pants she cursed under her breath. "You were supposed to fuck me, not cum on my hand!" She wiped it on his pants as he blanched.
"Look, that's not normal, I swear. Just give me a few minutes maybe," he pled.
"Go away," she snarled, layering her anger with the command. He trotted away quickly, unable to resist the mind control. "This night is just shit!" she hissed aloud.
"It's about to get better. Or worse. Depends on your point of view," a low voice growled.
Turning, she noticed two large shapes flanking her, coming close and vibrating with supernatural energy. She shivered. Werewolves.
"Leave me alone," she sighed.
She started back towards the house but her wrists were grabbed and before she could react she was held back against a broad muscled chest. Alarmed at the large claws holding her hands to her sides, she looked back and up to see the long snout of a tawny werewolf sniffing her hair. The crunch of leaves tore her focus away to the second male, equally as tall but colored shades of silver and gray-blue. He approached her and lifted his face towards the sky, scenting the air. She recognized him as Cyric, one of Aaron's guards.
Though shocked, she wasn't afraid. She'd fought werewolves before and done well. Besides, while on the Wiltmore property they couldn't harm her. There was a spell that would alert Layla and her witch friends of any negative behavior on the premises.
"Of all the things I thought I would find tonight, it certainly wouldn't have been a bloodsucker trying to seduce our Second. Not that you got very far," the one holding her said with amusement.
"What do you know?" she lied.
"We are his guard. We know plenty." This, from Cyric.
"Sure you do," she muttered. "Shouldn't you be guarding him then?"
"He's in no danger here. But you—you are in plenty," Cyric mused. "There's little fun to be had in watching our Second plow the humans, but so much could come of two big bad wolves who happen across a little Red Riding whore."
Behind her, the brown werewolf shifted. "You must be put in your place."
"My place?" she asked incredulously.
"With your pussy stretched over my cock," he smirked.
Her loins tightened at his pronouncement, but she wasn't sure this was the time or place to indulge her werewolf fantasy. They didn't seem interested in her desires, after all.
"Whatever you plan, you do realize you can't harm me on neutral ground?"
Cyric turned and walked back a few steps before dragging his foot along the ground. "Property line ends here, lovely."
She blinked, staring at the line and cursing herself.
"Before you start plotting your escape, consider that you are outnumbered and have no weapons, while we don't need any," he stated, holding up his large clawed hands for emphasis.
In the moonlight, he looked intimidating. She knew from pa
st experience that the werewolves didn't have menacing extended fangs, nor did they look particularly vicious unless they aimed to. They looked much like their stoic wolf brethren, standing taller than their human disguises but being a pleasing blend of animal and man.
"You wouldn't kill me, regardless," she said, speaking her realization. Even off the neutral ground of the party, her clan had an agreement with this region's pack. Aside from legitimate disputes, they weren't allowed to just take each other out.
"No killing," the stranger at her back muttered. "Just mating. Just holding little Red down and breeding her."
Cyric grinned. "Yes, Ian, I think she gets it." He stepped forward and used a single claw under her chin to tilt her head up. "Oddly enough, there are no rules that say we can't just play."
Stunned, she stared into his golden eyes. The plan was set then, for them, but she didn’t have to play along. She was faster than them. In the midst of sex, she could escape, she'd bet money on it. But do I want to?
"I can see the wheels spinning in those emerald eyes. Wondering if you could run away? But you see, I know you want this." He backed away and revealed his erection, hard and huge. He wrapped his hand around it and groaned as he slid his fist up and down. She fought not to lick her lips. "You won't find a human this size, strong enough to pound that pussy as rough as you need it. And tonight you have two."
"I've never been with a vamp before," Ian mused aloud.
"Neither I," Cyric said casually. "One of those forbidden things that I've never thought much of until tonight, seeing you in that dress. Taunting me."
"The costume wasn't for you," she said, as if clarifying things made it better.
"Doesn't really matter."
"Are you as cold inside as you are outside, I wonder. Your skin is almost like ice," Ian mused, sniffing her hair again. “Will I warm you?”
"You really think you'll get to find out?" She shook her head and leaned away from his looming muzzle.
"You can struggle if it makes you feel better," Ian murmured. "You don't have to reveal how much you enjoy it. We can play that game."