Dark Temptations

by Eric Alan Williams

  Jason started thrusting upward as Xairin started cuming all over him. Jason started to cum. He growled. He made a roaring growling noise.

  Xairin was in the throes of ecstasy. He didn't even notice it at first, but inside him, Jason began to swell up. His cock, at the base, swelled like a ball. At first, it didn't hurt, but a few moments into it, Jason's cock had swollen up much like that of wolves in the wild, or dogs, getting knotted up. The sudden increase in size took Xairin's breath away. Xairin was stunned for a moment. "What the hell!"

  Xairin went to try and pull up, but couldn't, the swelling was at the point that he couldn't get up. He felt like a softball had grown inside him, locking the two together. Jason was moaning louder and louder. He was cumming, the entire time…

  Xairin was stuck. He couldn't get up off of Jason. "What the hell is going on? Are you transforming?"

  Jason, it just clicked, Xairin didn't know werewolves did this, part of the reason half breeds in werewolves were rare, this knotting up part, would give them away. Only female werewolves usually produced half breeds. The males couldn't control this part. He moaned the words. "We're tied up. Just sit still, oh fuck… Just don't... Oh, fuck, you are tight. Just don't move. Once I stop cumming… AAAAAAAAAAAAAH, it will go down.”

  Xairin looked down, trying to calm himself. It hurt. He tried to calm down. It was uncomfortable, that was for sure. Xairin tried to adjust.

  "Don't move, it just makes it swell more. I can't stop cumming yet." Jason mumbled out.

  Xairin tried to sit still. He tried not to move, but the pressure on his prostate and then a chemical produced in his semen caused a reaction setting off multiple orgasms with Xairin.

  Xairin started cuming again, it took his breath away. He tried not to move, but that made it harder. He had no idea this happened with werewolves. Xairin started coming over and over, while Jason continuously did. It was leaking down Xairin's sides. "Oh my god, what's happening? I can't stop?" Xairin said.

  "It's natural, just hold on. Once I stop, OH GOD YOUR SO FUCKING TIGHT!" The werewolf growled as more came out. Xairin was cumming again, it hurt he came so hard this time.

  It took Jason forty-five minutes to stop his werewolf orgasm. His cock began to grow flaccid enough for Xairin to dismount and fell over onto his back as his wings retracted. Part of him was amazed at the experience. In that time, Xairin had come more than he had ever had with one person in one night, eleven multiple orgasms back to back. Xairin was exhausted. Jason pulled up to him and wrapped his furry arms around him. "Are you okay?"

  Xairin was panting like a dog out in the hot sun. "Well, I didn't expect to get dick-fisted, but, yeah, I'm okay."

  Jason panted. "Hey, I asked if you wanted it?"

  Xairin looked at him sarcastically. "As I said, I wasn't expecting to get fisted by your dick. That part you should have warned me about."

  Jason laughed. "Werewolves knot up man, just like dogs. Part of the reason you don't see a lot of mutts running around. Human females would know we were different."

  "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  Xairin had to admit he felt sore inside. With his new nimbus genes added, his regeneration was expediting. He nodded. "I'm healing, I'm fine."

  "Think you could handle round two?" Jason asked.

  Xairin smirked. "Dick-fisting me twice? No."

  "I could pull out, it's the warmth that really causes the swelling. Unless you want multiple orgasms again?"

  Xairin rolled his eyes. "Fine, but this time, let me try it on my back, might be easier."

  Jason held Xairin tightly as the two finally got their breathing under control. Jason was like a human teddy bear, hairy all over with the exception of his back. Xairin and Jason finally managed to get under the covers and cuddled. The cuddling started leading into another round.

  Chapter 8

  Thursday, July 14th

  Xairin had vanished off the radar for three days now. Each of those three glorious days, he ended up spending each night with Jason. Jason and Xairin had gone hiking, kayaking, white-water rafting and swimming. Each day they decided on something new to do and had to rely on Xairin’s mind control to keep a game warden and a park ranger from arresting them for having sex out in the woods. Jason had a thing for that, and Xairin was a moaner, thankfully, Xairin wiped the warden’s mind easily, and the day they went swimming, the park ranger was almost as easy to mentally manipulate. Jason had fully distracted Xairin from his vigilante ideas. Today, they were to go and see a movie. Xairin woke up with his head resting comfortably on Jason’s chest. Jason had held him most of the night.

  Xairin’s phone started buzzing. He lifted his head and reached over. Jason woke up and grabbed onto him, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Xairin smiled. “My phone is buzzing.”

  “Let it,” Jason said, as he pulled Xairin over and got on top of him, kissing him.

  “Let me at least check it.” As much as Xairin had no real interest in it, it could have been council related. “It could be council stuff.”

  Xairin wiggled over as Jason’s head vanished under the covers. His mouth going straight for Xairin’s cock. Xairin started moaning a little as he tried to read the text message. The text was from Damien. “Found you a home, meet me at five PM at this address.”

  “1313 De Carlo Lane, De Carlo Sub-Zone 289”

  Xairin put the phone down and laid back a bit. Jason had already got him hard and had Xairin moaning out as the sheets bobbed.

  _____

  Cecilia, with heavy-armed guards, had arrived in the town of Beckley, residing in the state that was formerly known as West Virginia. There was a storage unit there, owned by a bank now, but still fully operational. She had been making payments for years to keep it up. Today, she needed to access it. Cecilia went up to the sliding door, entered her code on the punch screen, and the thick metal door slid upward. Inside, were years of memories, she was teary-eyed.

  “Do you need any help?” One of the guards asked from behind his red helmet.

  Cecilia looked over her shoulder. “No.”

  She walked around boxes, pictures, toys, and furniture. The storage unit she had been renting all these years was large, thirty feet wide, by sixty feet long. She had a lot to go through.

  With her armed sentinels guarding the entry, Cecilia looked for a file cabinet, a large black one, it had all of Draven’s case files stored away in paper format. After moving some furniture, she found it. She knew she didn’t have the time to go through it here. “I need two of you to carry something.”

  Two guards entered, leaving six others to keep up point. They titled it over, one grabbing each end, and walked off with it to the van waiting. Cecilia stayed behind, looking at the memories all around her. There was a picture frame, an old metal one, containing a picture. She picked it up and looked at it. Three red headed kids, one about ten, the other two, stair steps, four and five. She saw herself, looking much like she did now and her husband, standing in a grassy meadow holding each other. Her husband, Draven, had finally shaved off his facial hair, she had fought him for days about it, wanting him cleanly shaven for this photo. She looked at how much he reminded her of Xairin. She held the photo to her chest and sobbed. She missed Draven, Scott, and Rileigh so much. She knelt down, holding the picture.

  There was a six feet high vault to the left of her. She remembered the combination and opened it. Inside, were two laser pistols, along with standard-issue Glock 2230s, they were Draven’s. She took them, along with six of the rifles inside it. Most of the rifles were older models, two of them, pulse rifles. She figured Xairin, now that he was a sentinel, might want them.

  Cecilia looked around a few more minutes. A sentinel came in to check on her, she handed him the guns, and he walked off, giving her space. Cecilia clung to the family photo.

  Cecilia saw a stuffed animal. It was a gizmo doll from the movie gremlins. It was modeled after the remake
in 2093. It was Xairin’s favorite toy back then. She picked it up. The toy, came alive, being that it was robotical and responded to physical touch. It started singing. Cecilia remembered when Draven got it for Xairin. It was a birthday present that for when he turned three. She remembered snuggling up to Draven as Xairin opened the present, ripping off the green-colored wrapping paper, and then that cherubic grin he had.

  She grabbed it, and the photo. She knew she had wronged her son, in not taking him with them. Learning what he had been through, and this trip down memory lane, lit a fire inside her. If she couldn’t regain her son’s trust, she could at least damn well help hunt the fuckers that did to him what they did. Being married to Draven, prompted a different approach, she hoped she could find something in the files to help the detectives working the case. If not, then going on a human hunting expedition was within her reasoning.

  She arrived at a tower in Bastion City. The headquarters for the Society of Night in Bastion City. Shen went up ten floors, until arriving at a penthouse suite and walked in. It wasn’t over the top on lavish decor; for Cecilia, she preferred more practical looks. It had a style to it but was by no means, luxuriant. Her suite was filled with weapon cases built into the walls, leather couches, a TV, and a kitchen off from the living room. Walking down the hallway, she noticed a stubbed hook and reached up to hang the family photo. The bedroom at the end of the hall had a king-sized bed, with red sheets and comforters. She went over to a desk in the room, sat down, and put Xairin’s childhood toy on the side then proceeded to turn her computer on. She pulled up a screen on the computer. Meanwhile, two guards brought in the desk, and the others opened up a gun case in her bedroom and began putting away the weapons.

  “Will there be anything else, Princess Thunder?” One of the guards asked.

  “Have one of our team members in weapons, work on making several mags to fit a Glock 2230 with silver-tipped holo-points.”

  “Will there be anything else?” The guard asked.

  “Silver armor-piercing rounds for those tactical G300s, too. I want enough ammo that is compatible with each of my husband's old toys. That is all I need at the moment, Gavin.”

  Cecilia looked at her computer, there was a scanner beside it. She got up and went over to the file cabinet and began pulling files. She started scanning each one, inserting it at the top, and loading the files into the computer. Arcaidus spoke through a microphone. “I will begin assembling these files in order and storing them in the mainframe. Is there a file directory name you would wish Cecilia?”

  Cecilia turned and looked at the computer. “Draven, name it, Draven.”

  “It will be done.”

  ____

  Cecilia wasn’t the only one working on new leads. Ezra was sitting behind his desk, looking through drone surveillance videos, along with recorded footage from HK droids. He was looking for anything that could have been deleted as being marked crucial by the program that had caused their investigation so much grief.

  So far, he was coming up empty with old fashioned detective work.

  Marine wasn’t looking her best. She was sitting at her computer, moping around. Her husband had left her. She wouldn’t mate with him when he wanted it, and being an Alpha, his drive to mate led him straying to another female in their pack. Marine just wasn’t ready to have kids, and when she refused to turn her nephew away, that was it. She already had divorce documents loaded on her tablet. Ezra knew, but no one else. He was giving her the space she needed.

  Taking a break, Ezra looked over at Marine. “Are you okay?”

  Marine didn’t look okay at all. “I will be.”

  “When do you pick up Kaysen?” He asked.

  “Tomorrow at CPS unit five.”

  “What about Kyrone? Is he going to be home when Kaysen gets there with everything going on?” Ezra asked.

  She rolled her eyes. “No, he up and left and is living with that bitch Bridgette already. This morning when I got up, all of his things were already gone.”

  Ezra smirked. “I thought you two were like, bonded and stuff?”

  Marine sighed. “That only happens to Alphas, and I guess I am kicking myself in the ass, because after Kyrone evolved, I kept saying no, that I wasn’t ready.”

  “You’re keeping the apartment though, right?” Ezra asked.

  She looked over at him. “Fuck, yes, I am. That apartment was mine, bought and paid for, way before Kyrone married me. If he thinks he’s getting it in the divorce, I swear to god I will find a way to turn Alpha and challenge his ass as pack leader and put his cheating ass right in its place.”

  “HIs black ass better be ready!” She added.

  Hannibal came walking around to the side. His sarcastic tone definitely was ill-timed. “Trouble on the Homefront, Marine?”

  She turned to him and growled. “Mind your business cracker before I take a bite!”

  Grace was just as snooty. “You need to calm yourself down, Marine.”

  Marine shot Grace a death glare.

  “We all have men issues. You, me.” She pointed at Ezra. “Him.”

  Hannibal threw his hands up. “Not me.”

  Grace rolled her eyes. “No, you just have an issue keeping your dick in your pants. I saw how you were flirting with some of the women at the clubs while we are trying to go undercover. You were supposed to be posing as a gay man, and you blew it when you started flirting with that redhead by the card table.”

  “Hey, to be fair, when guys asked me, I claimed I was bi, and they bought it.”

  Grace scoffed. “Whatever.”

  Detective Polanski had been listening in. The heavier man got up and walked over. He threw his weight around as if he owned the place, he came up taunting. “What's the matter team 98, can’t you crack your case yet, or are each of you too busy with your own personal lives?”

  Marine scoffed and turned around. “Who invited you, Roland, to butt into our conversation?

  He scoffed at her. “It’s Agent Polanski, Evans.”

  Ezra smirked, “Don’t you have some cases to be solving yourself?”

  Polanski smiled. “I cracked one just last night.”

  Grace crossed her arms and stared at him.

  “Yeah, the entire department heard. Aren’t internal affairs looking into it given how many Xyphamine darts you shot that guy with? I hear they had to use Robesteral to keep him from overdosing?”

  Polanski smirked. “Hey, I caught a sensitive that had been stealing cars and selling them off for scrap metal for months. How about your case? Any leads yet? Cause the last time I heard, your star witness that got vamped, can’t remember jack shit, and that werecat and his partner couldn’t get a good look either.” He scoffed. “I just can’t believe that werecat managed to get Felicia Delahey to represent his ass. Since when does she come off her high horse to be charitable, especially to…”

  Marine glared at him. “What? Immortium?”

  “Never mind.” He said. “Either way, from what I hear, you guys have nothing, and if you don't step it up soon, I will have cleared enough cases to take yours right out from under you.”

  Ezra barked back at that remark. “Like hell, you’re taking this case, Roland, this is our case, we will crack it.”

  Polanski leaned over. ‘Commander Fentrose has neural dampening implants, what are you going to do? Use your abilities to keep your case?”

  “I would never do that,” Ezra said sternly.

  “It might be your case for now, but if you don't come up with leads soon, she won't have a choice,” Polanski said and then walked off smirking.

  Grace sighed. “I really don’t like him.”

  Ezra nodded. “I’ve had that asshole breathing down my neck ever since I made Agent.”

  Hannibal agreed. “Can’t he retire already?”

  Marine shook her head. “Rumor has it, for the past six years, he’s been hoping to apply for Fentrose’s job when she retires.”

  Grace let out another sigh. “Gre
at… That’s all we need.”

  K2 arrived and made his way over to Ezra’s desk. He had just dropped off Raven at school. He had checked in with the guidance counselor and had a report to give Ezra.

  Ezra noticed the droid standing there and turned around. “K2, what are you doing here?”

  “I dropped off Raven and spoke with the guidance counselor. Thank you for signing a droid release. The counselor wanted me to report to you directly and inform you that her grades are improving.”