101 EROTICA STORIES (108 page)

The wolves have been howling non-stop, in the middle of the night, these two shadows that lie before the bright uninterrupted moonlight create a forbidden embrace. Two bodies, naked in all their glory, continue to process the pleasure that had been mounting in the deepest recesses of their minds, and of their hearts, for quite some time.

In this dark hill where one ominous dead tree stands, these two embrace near it, the woman sitting on top of the man with all prowess and with control. Lucas, dead-white pail in the bright moonlight continue to put himself inside the woman, Alia, a beautiful foreign beauty, as all eyes would try to see, who continue to thrust herself back and forth upon the laying Lucas, in the grass fields where the winds continue to howl with the wolves.

Of two different families, both warring against each other, these continue to oppose tradition, and nature itself, where they are supposed to be fighting, these two continue to pleasure themselves with each other, fucking their brains off like there’s no tomorrow. Alia tries to stand up, fixing her vulva against Lucas’ big and pulsating penis, about to penetrate Alia again. Lucas was silent the entire ordeal, just heaving deep, pleasured breaths in the air while Alia screams and dominates Lucas. Lucas can do nothing but follow the hard, beastly humps and thrusts that Alia had been giving him since the evening began.

The wolves continue to howl in the wind, and so did too the wind itself, as they did not feel for a second the cold that it brought. Their skins continue to pulsate with sweat, and their fluids exchange mightily with accompanying sounds. The thrusts of Alia continue to overpower, even hamper Lucas, but still he was silent, and he loved it. Alia was screaming still, as she put Lucas’ dick inside her once more, and her white fluids in her vulva continue to splash exciting sounds across the wind. Her vagina was plump, it was vibrating, pulsating, like a heart, and in that forbidden, perverse embrace, both of them seemingly on the throes of cumming.

But they continued, Alia forced Lucas further down the ground, her eyes turning that of an animal, yellow, bright, and dangerous in that pale moonlight. Her eyes, now beastly, grow every so intimidating with every ooohhh and every aaahhh she releases with her enjoyment. Her screams now become growls, and her hair begin to stand out and become more defined. Her wolvish grin seemed to caress beautifully with her perfect body, her perfect skin, and her perfect face, and Lucas was fearful, of what would happen, of what was fucking him in front of his pale body. But he was silent still. He sort of liked the experience.

Alia tried to control her transformation into that wolf she had feared would come out. And she did. She continued to push Lucas down the ground, her big, wolvish eyes defined even more by the pale moonlight. Her perfect skin was still perfect under the light, and it did not diminish in any way the experience for Lucas. The howls from before, those that seemingly surrounded them every inch and getting closer to them, howled with her, as she continued to thrust herself on top of Lucas. Her breasts were becoming bigger, as her nipples continue to stand tall and her bust continued to be covered with defined sweat. Her vulva started to pulsate, trying to trap the dick it was eating. The gushes of cum that were coming out of Alia became more and more, like a mini-fountain as it dripped down Lucas hips and into the grass fields. The grasses that were trickled down with her cum started dying. Lucas too was enjoying more and more, he was biting his lip, his fangs now revealing itself in the pale moonlight. His lips started to bleed with the bite, and blood, bright red as it could be, started to trickle down to his neck. Alia licked it with so much passion, and started kissing Lucas’ body. She stood up and started to lick Lucas, to his stomach, his navel. She started pushing her face to Lucas’ pelvis until she got a hold of the still erect, still pulsating dick of his. Alia started to suck it. She licked it from the balls up, her wolvish eyes looking at Lucas. Lucas was afraid, as though Alia would bite his dick off, but the pleasure was too good for him to pass the opportunity to think of that situation. Lucas was releasing his own sighs of pleasure. Alia continued to suck his dick. She toyed with its head through her tongue, continued to lick the shaft and whatever fluid was going out of Lucas’ still-hard penis. Alia was trying to reach for her vulva, her clitoris also pulsating. She tried to play with it through her sex crazed hands. She put her fingers inside her vagina, her fingers hurting the inside as they continued to push inside of her, finding her sweet spot. Lucas became somewhat concerned then and there, as Alia was ready to put Lucas inside of her once more. But again, the pleasure was too good for him to think of that now. Alia continued to suck his dick though, the sucking too was amazing, to say the least. It was with so much force, and so much passion, that as if a goddess was sucking the life out of Lucas. Alia wanted him to cum all over her, before she would insert him inside her once more. Lucas wanted to oblige, but he wanted to experience the highest of highs for a little while more. He resisted, but ultimately, Alia’s godly sucking, her tongue growing wetter, her nose trickled with sweat, and her saliva becoming more and more, would only continue to make Lucas cum with so much excitement, with so much pleasure. Eventually, he did, and he screamed, then bit his lip more as it bled more. Alia received all the hot cum, sucking it and swallowing it, making sure nothing was left behind. She took some cum left on her face and ate that too. Lucas loved the whole experience.

Lucas, exhausted and still pale except for the bright red in his neck thanks to his flowing blood from his lip, received Alia whole again, as the latter sat on top of him, now reversed. Alia continued with her thrusting, seemingly never-ending, and she put Lucas’ dick squarely into her full grown vulva, her vulva seemingly able to swallow all of Lucas. Lucas could do nothing but oblige. Alia was this beautiful hidden gem of a beast, her squatting on top of Lucas, her ass facing Lucas squarely and her vulva embracing his dick so much that Lucas thought all of his legs would soon be inside of his lover.

Alia continued to howl, the howl so unique, that it was like a wolf was so pleasured and at the same time a woman was being banged and feeling good about what she was feeling. Alia was so good at what she was doing though, and she continued to be the beast in front of Lucas, fucking his brains out, dominating him to a point that Lucas almost fainted. She was there, in all that unholy glory, waiting for the right moment that all her cum would surround Lucas, because as far as werewolves go, they cum like a fountain.

And so she did. In front of Lucas, she gushed and her vulva continued to pulsate, and her vagina released white, and somewhat gross to a degree kind of fluid that continued like a small fountain, killing all the grass that was embracing them there as they laid in that lone hill. The dead tree was much a silent spectator as the crows that continued to surround them, and Alia, in all of this, howled for a good time, as though she was cumming all that time. Lucas could do nothing but watch, as he was being dominated by a woman whom he had loved so much since they had first met.

Alia was done. Her complexion was starting to normalize, her wolfish grin, her eyes, now returning to normal. She continued to howl until she became calm once more, and then her howls turned to growls, and then to screams, until she seemingly got all the screams out of her. And as she turned to face her lover once more, she smiled, and she then laid beside her.

Lucas was quiet, still, silent now like the wind that had died down. The wolves that were inching to them seemed to grow quiet as well. They were there, Alia knew, as she was being observed by her kin. But she did nothing but show to them what she had just done. She fucked a vampire, the sworn enemy of their kind, in front of them, no less. Lucas was afraid once more, as he realized this fact. For all he knows, he could just as easily be ravaged by his lover’s kin just as much as he was dominated by his lover herself.

“Don’t worry. They’re not gonna hurt us”, said Alia to the despondent Lucas.

“After what you just did to me, and I to you, I’m not so sure”, responded Lucas, which made Alia laugh and giggle.

They looked at each other in the eyes, not caring of what was to happen next, and they stood in that hill with nothing on their minds but themselves. They were naked still, and one could still notice the beautiful figure of the woman now who was human once more, and any man would love to fuck her. But tonight, and seemingly forever, only one man did, and will. Shortly after this, there was one more an ominous, dominant howl, one that commanded fear and respect. It was dark, it was booming, and that howl silenced all other sounds. The howl, when it stopped, was followed by other less intimidating howls, who seemed to come from those wolves who just witnessed what their beautiful kin had just done to that of the enemy. This signaled the wolves to retreat, to which they did.

Upon noticing this retreat, Alia embraced Lucas, and the two looked at each other, not caring for the world still.

Alia said then, “want to go for one more?”.

Lucas, silent for a while after Alia said this, could only nod in agreement.

Alia then pushed Lucas once more to the ground, and he can do nothing. She wasted no time being on top of him once more, putting his dick inside of her, and thrusting to and fro on top of Lucas. Her nipples continued to stand, and become more defined. Lucas licked it with his tongue, surrounding and sucking at both of them. Alia pursed her lips because of this, and she screamed, like that of a small, terrified girl. Her vagina became wetter and wetter by the second, to the delight of Lucas, who tried to sit up and push himself to the now fragile Alia. But Alia pushed him to the ground again, and Lucas was once more forced to lay, as Alia was sitting on top of him. Alia continued to thrust herself, like she did just a few moments ago, and Lucas was left powerless and to accept the woman so wanting of pleasure in front of him.

For the second time, they came, but now together, as they screamed with the passion and embrace that has so kept them busy that evening. Their cum both embraced as well, as it trickled down both of their hips, and those fluids formed in themselves quite a forbidden concoction that had not, and probably will not be seen in that world of theirs, where even a smile of a vampire to that of a werewolf, or a grin of a wolf to that of a vampire, was never a welcoming sight. But that night, a werewolf and a vampire smiled at each other, without a moment’s hesitation, and without thought of the impending consequences that would seem to haunt both of their houses to the ground.

The night ended as they parted ways, the dawning sunrise breaking Lucas’ skin into tiny bursts of flames, and as he fled as far away from that burning sunrise, so too did Alia. For today there shall be a new dawn, and what had just happened became the harbinger of the end of days, where vampire and werewolf were reunited. Unbeknownst to the two, they had not just formed a bond, they had formed a new kind of life, within the womb of Alia, as she carries it to join her pack of werewolves.

The seat of the coven was still nonchalant, the echoes of every whisper evident as one enters the great hall, where 7 vampires rule the fate of their entire kind. They had considered themselves far and away from the humanity that spurned and killed and practically destroyed them not a few years back, when a secret war was waged by brave and unsympathetic humans against the evils they thought were the vampires. The head of the coven, an old, frail, but ominous man stands up slowly from the seat that was placed high atop the other six seats at the center of the great hall. He then spoke:

“I feel a great tragedy shall befall upon us soon, one that was worse than the human’s war against us.”

“We have relegated ourselves to a new low in the food chain this world hath created for us, to the brink of extinction, and I believe it is high time for us to move, and make ourselves the dominant force that we once were and we were supposed to be”, he continued.

“These ignorant mortal humans do not know what shall befall them. I sense that this tragedy that is to come shall be borne by our very own kind, if not, it has already been borne. I fear more that there is nothing we can do but to accept this tragedy, as it shall fall heavily against the mortal kind, and against our mortal enemies, those beasts of the other side, and against us even, the great vampires who should rule this land.”

One of the seven elders sitting there in the great hall of the coven stood up and made the following pronouncements:

“And how can you say that we must rise up again, if we are to accept our fall in this great tragedy?”

The leader of the seven replied, simply:

“You are almost as ignorant as the humans we so hate.”

He continued to explain:

“No man shall be spared by this great evil that is to befall us all soon. But there shall be a few who would be able to withstand this great force among our kind, and regrettably, among the wolves as well. It is here that we take the opportunity to rise, as we must follow this great tragedy, accept its coming, and please it as we must, so that when the time comes that it shall rule over the world, we are with it, with him, and neither human nor wolf can stop us.”

The one who asked the leader, then asked once more:

“So you are saying that this tragedy shall come in the form of one of us?”

The leader replied, again:

“No. It shall come from both sides. Both vampire, and werewolf.”

An elderly woman, part of the seven, stood up and immediately said:

“Then this tragedy is an abomination! There was never a binding of both wolf and vampire.”

The leader simply retorted:

“Am I the only one who does not limit himself? We have been defeated by humans, when once we thought it was impossible. They defeated the werewolves as well. That too, we thought, was impossible. And here I am saying that there shall be a harbinger of doom, from vampire and werewolf alike, who shall bring humanity to its knees.”

The six of the seven were silent still after this pronouncement by their leader. They could not feel what their leader felt, but the latter knew all too well. His powers of prediction were unmatched in their world. He was never wrong in his feeling. He predicted too, the fall of vampires and wolves against the humans they so hated up to that day. It had come to fruition, as he predicted. And this prediction now, for him, was no different. He reconciled that there shall be some casualties on both sides, but ultimately, he must lead his vampiric people to side with this half-vampire, half-wolf. He did not know, however, when and where exactly this harbinger of doom shall come, and how he, or even she, shall go about bringing a new era of domination to the world. He knew only that it shall come, and it shall come soon. Ironic, though as it may seem, that the harbinger was nearer him than what he originally thought.

A guard from outside the gates of the great hall then entered it and pronounced the coming of Lord Varis’, the leader of the Coven, son.

Lord Varis then spoke: “ah, Lucas. I was about to send out a search party. Where have you been?”

It was Lucas who had just entered the great hall, just coming from the forbidden and lustful tryst he had just had with his werewolf lover.

Lucas then told his father a lie, as with all lies that he has mastered for quite a while he was out and about gallivanting with his lover:

“I checked the eastern woods, father. I saw some ruins that could be of home to some of our vampire brethren. No humans have yet set foot or build encampments there. I believe we can build our own settlement, and establish a good foothold against the beastly enemies in the eastern portion of this land.”

His father replied, with glee: “very good, son. You make me proud. Your zeal for our people reminds me of my own. I shall send out a small unit to further investigate the place, and we may start the settlement there in a week or two”.

“Rose is waiting for you in your room, she wants to speak to you about your incoming bond”, he finalized.

In their vampiric world, a bond is akin to a marriage to humans. It is were two houses of vampires create a union by marrying off one of their own to the other house. This celebration is of limited value nowadays, given the depleted numbers of the vampires, but it was, as it is now, a rare occasion. As an obedient son would do, Lucas went straight to his own room, just outside the great hall, where Rose, her bride-to-be, was waiting for him.

“Where were you, I’ve been worried sick, you were gone more than a day”, said a visibly worried Rose.

“I’m sorry, I scouted some of the eastern woods for settlement areas”, replied Lucas.

“Well, next time, let me come with you, so I wouldn’t have to worry as much”, said Rose.

Rose was always very loving, very caring of Lucas. She had been in love with him since the first time she saw him, in one of the old gardens fronting the great halls. Her father was general of the vampiric army during the great human war, and had been slain quite brutally by the humans. Her mother, of noble birth, decided that it was good for Rose to be united with Lucas’ family, the reigning monarchy of the vampiric kingdom. This was, of course, a dream come true for Rose. But it was not so for Lucas. As at the time the marriage was arranged between the two, he had already met Alia, a wild, untamed, yet naturally beautiful woman as he tried to fend her off and after he had cut her during a chance meeting in one of the woods outside their Coven. Their meeting was not of the best of circumstances. Lucas would naturally fight off a werewolf, his clan’s sworn enemy, upon seeing one. And so too would Alia immediately grab the opportunity to kill a vampire. But on the day that the two met, they could not.