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🖤 Seductive Southern Hospitality - Part 2
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He hated cities, especially southern ones.
It was too fucking hot, even this late at night. And the humidity was unbearable, especially for a giant, hairy man. He knew he would despise it even more when he shifted. The wolf wasn’t made for this kind of weather.
He didn’t understand how the desert pack could stand it. Maybe that was part of the reason they wanted to expand into the mountain territory. Well, fuck them. They could keep their miserable desert and leave his beautiful land alone. Let them try. They’d kill every last one of them if necessary.
Well, it was time to get this over with. He didn’t want to stay here any longer than he had to. The question was, how could he find the Drinkers and their master as quickly as possible?
Well, how did you ever pursue a predator? You found the prey and waited for the inevitable arrival of the hunter.
He knew they preferred the dark, seedy parts of cities. Hunting people who would never be missed. If you fed on the middle class or wealthy too often, the cops would have no choice but to hunt you down. It wouldn’t be tolerated for very long.
So, he began walking the streets and alleys of the bar district. Some areas were too crowded with people enjoying live music. But he soon found a spot with quieter dive bars and individuals trickling in and staggering out. He sniffed the air. Some were diseased. He could smell the clogged arteries, cancer, and failing livers from a block away. No one would want to drink from them, not even the vampires.
Then, his sensitive nose picked up a fresh scent. Female. Youngish. Still relatively healthy but very intoxicated. Ah, there she was. Now he had a visual. Pretty, long legs, a short skirt, and clumsy high heels. She was bait that even he couldn’t resist, if he fed on humans, that is. This seemed promising… He trailed behind her down the sidewalk, near enough to observe but not so close that he’d spook any predators.
As she staggered past a dark alley, two dark forms glided out and followed her. That was no coincidence. He began closing the distance so he could react more quickly when they made their move. Timing was everything.
She crossed the street and continued walking down the sidewalk into a more isolated area. No bars here—just closed businesses. As she approached another dark alley, the vampires surged forward, grabbed her arms from both sides to lift her into the air, and rushed between the buildings. Drake broke into a sprint. He hoped he wasn’t too late.
He slipped into the alley and saw them a few steps ahead with her pressed against a dirty brick wall. They laughed as they pinned her in place and prepared to feed.
Drake cleared his throat. “Hey there! Mind if I interrupt?”
They spun around, one pressing his back against the woman to keep her from escaping and the other stepping forward with a cold glare in his gleaming eyes. A low hiss reached his ears as they assessed him.
“Fucking dog. What are you doing in our city, mutt? You smell far from home. Turn around and leave little puppy, or we’ll save this snack for later and eat a full meal right now.”
Drake rumbled a dark chuckle deep inside his chest. "I'm no pup, you skinny leeches. There’s no need for violence, though. I have an offer to make to your people, but you must take me to your… leader.”
He blushed. That sounded stupid, even to his ears.
They glanced at each other before bursting into laughter. “Take you to our leader? What are you, some fucking Martian? We’re not taking you anywhere; you sack of meat.”
The one in front rushed forward to meet him, moving faster than any human could. Drake had no choice but to shift before it was too late. Screw his clothes.
The beast ripped through with an agonized howl. Oh my god, it hurt so fucking much. Even after preparing, the rapid flexing of the nanomesh to adapt to his massive Were form was almost too much to bear. The fluid also expanded to flow over the bones of his swelling skull and expanding breastbone. Within a second, his furry body rippled with inhuman muscle, and he stretched his claws to grapple the incoming attacker.
The vampire slashed at his muzzle with one hand and jabbed quickly to thrust a fist into his stomach. The nanofluid absorbed and dissipated the sledgehammer-like blow. Drake managed to grip his throat—holding his biting fangs away—and wrapped his massive clawed fingers around the neck.
He squeezed and held on as the vamp’s legs lifted to kick into his chest and push away. Releasing the throat, he grabbed one ankle as the creature catapulted backward, trying to break free. Lunging with the momentum, Drake planted a foot and twisted in an arcing spin, swinging the vampire by one leg and bringing him down in a smashed heap onto the concrete below. He leaped onto the stunned vamp before he could recover and plunged his jaws into its throat, tearing and ripping until the head rolled free from the body.
Suddenly, Drake was knocked to the ground by the impact of a body on his back. The other vampire dug his claws into his shoulders and wrapped his legs around him. His fanged mouth savaged the back of the Were’s neck but couldn’t penetrate his new armor. Drake rolled to crush the vamp underneath his 700-pound body.
He heard an explosive grunt underneath, twisted to roll to one side and spring to his feet. The vampire was already recovering and scrambled into a spider-like position of attack on the ground. Drake lowered himself to coil every muscle in his immense body, building the potential energy to a boiling point.
The vamp leaped forward to attack him, trying to overwhelm the large Were with his more nimble speed. Drake let him come, used his powerful legs to thrust his mass upward to meet the vampire, and caught him in his arms and across his broad, muscular chest. He surged to a fully-extended standing position, lifting the twisting form like a clawing, biting barbell of living steel. Then, he immediately dropped with their combined weight, bringing the creature down across his extended knee and breaking his spine with a disgusting, wet cracking sound that echoed in the alleyway.
Fuck… the doc was right. He was stronger than he’d ever been before.
The vampire screamed in agony and tried to crawl away with his still-functional arms. But Drake pounced and landed on his back and reached for the head. Pulling back with all his strength, he ripped it clean from the twitching body and threw the gory mass into a dark corner near a dumpster.
He crouched and swiveled back and forth, looking for another attacker. But he was alone. The girl had run away during the fight, meaning he should get out of there before the police showed up. He looked around for his scraps of clothing and found them on the ground nearby. Draping them over his body and around his waist, he looked like a massive, bloody, homeless troll.
Great. He’d have to find something better soon. As he exited the alley, a female voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Did my boys give you a good workout?”
He jerked his head left and saw a dark-haired woman surrounded by three hulking bodyguards. A quick whiff confirmed his suspicion that they were also vampires.
"It didn’t have to go down like that. But they didn’t want to play nice. I suppose you want vengeance for your little fallen bats here." He gestured back at the bodies in the alley.
The lady gave him a twisted smile. "I have no need for failures like them. They will not be mourned."
He was in his human form, totally nude. Skylar looked him up and down, smirking. “Oh my, wolfie, what a big… thing you have!”
Drake slowly covered himself. “Ummm, the better to fuck you with, my dear? Are we playing the big bad wolf game now? Thank you, I guess.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Fuck me? I’m still trying to decide if we will eat you. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
He twisted his neck back and forth with an audible cracking sound, flexing his arms and clenching his massive fists. “I don’t know if I can take all of you, but I know most of you will die trying. You saw what I did to them.”
The beautiful vampire made a dismissive gesture. “Oh, stand down, Mr. Testosterone. I’m not going to kill you. But we need to talk. I’m sure you didn’t come all the way down here from your little mountain cabin just to interfere with one of our hunts. Let’s go someplace quiet, away from this mess.”
She turned and walked away down the sidewalk with her vamps following to ensure they were between her and him. Drake cautiously followed. He wanted this, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t walking into a trap. They got into a dark sedan parked around the corner and drove away.
The car pulled up to a large gated property, waiting for her security to let them in. They drove slowly down a long driveway to a large dark mansion surrounded by dense trees and hedges. Nothing was visible from the street beyond.
They went inside, and she dismissed her men. “I’ll let you know if I need you. My big bad wolf isn’t here to fight me. I’m sure of that now.”
She gave Drake a wink, then walked into a sitting room nearby. He was still nervous, feeling a bit like the fly being welcomed into the spider’s parlor. But he entered and sat on a deeply-upholstered leather couch on the other side of the room anyway. He was tired from the fight and wanted to rest for a bit.
She gave him a sly smile and bowed slightly. “So, you found me. You did want to meet their ‘leader,’ didn’t you? You can call me Skylar. Now, tell me. Why are you in my city and killing my people?”
Turning, she walked to the door and closed it so they could continue the conversation in private…
Several minutes later, Skylar shook her head in amazement. “Well, this is a momentous occasion. I can’t remember when our people made a truce like this. I do agree it will be mutually beneficial—for now. But, know this. If you betray me, you’ll face a war on multiple fronts.”
Drake nodded. “We have no interest in your territory. I just want to get back home. If you hold up your end of the bargain, we will honor ours. Unlike those desert dogs, we live by a code that’s kept us separate from the chaos of this world for centuries.”
He stood up and shuffled his feet. “So, now what? Do we shake on it or sign some sort of contract?”
Skylar raised her eyebrows and laughed. “You must be younger than I thought. You truly don’t know the ancient ways of sealing an alliance?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Let me guess. If I know your people, some sort of ritual sacrifice involving lots of blood.”
She shook her head. “Yes and no. No sacrifice. But it does require some blood magic. And sex magic, as well. Unless your mistress won’t allow you to be her proxy in this agreement?”
Drake’s face clouded. “I’m not just an emissary. Freja and I rule the pack together. My bond with you will hold for all of us. Your people had better honor our arrangement, as well.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. They know what happens if they don’t obey everything I command. I’m in full control. Always.”
He smirked. “How nice. Well, this may be an unusual experience for you tonight. My wolf is sometimes barely under my control—never under anyone else’s—and certainly not yours. You sure you can handle that?”
“Let’s be clear. I don’t want the wolf tonight. I want the man. I want you.”
She smiled and approached him slowly. Holding her wrist to her mouth, she nipped a vein to let the dark red blood flow down her arm. She looked into his eyes and gently lifted her wrist to his mouth.
Drake hesitated. He’d fought many a vampire and tasted their blood but never drank of them. But this was different. She offered herself to him willingly. He gently took her arm in his massive hands and placed his mouth on the wound. The scent and taste briefly overwhelmed him. It was unlike anything he’d experienced before.
The essence of an elder who had been walking this world long before he was brought into it. Her energy, her depth, and an immense well of sensuality that was the polar opposite of Freja. He felt a dark, silky embrace seductively enveloping his mind. No wonder they followed her. He sensed he was walking the precipice, but it was too late to back out now.
Skylar smiled as his pupils dilated and his large heart started racing. He was strong, oh so strong. But she could already see he saw her differently. She also felt his animal rising and wanting to come out and play. She reached for his hand and drew his hairy wrist to her mouth. With one gentle, razor-sharp nip, the Were’s hot, primal blood flooded her mouth and coated her hungry tongue.
Oh my god… His nectar was exquisite! She’d fed on thousands, but the essence of this mighty beast was new. She hungered to feed on him entirely. To empty his strength into her so she would become a queen like no other. But, no… No, she couldn’t violate this moment. And within a few more seconds, she no longer wanted to. Instead, she desired to claim him in a way that Freja never had and never could. She would send him home with memories that would haunt him forever.
She pushed Drake backward to the couch and stripped off the fragments of clothing he still wore. “Don’t worry, my big boy. We’ll find fresh clothing for you later. But, first…”
She used her strength to push the massive man down onto the couch. His engorged, enormous cock was already rising into the air, pulsing and throbbing. She wanted to taste it and feel him in her mouth. The heat was so different from the others she fucked every day.
She stood before him and slowly removed her clothing. Her flawless body and skin were refined from centuries of feeding and self-control. She suspected the effect it would have on him and wasn’t wrong. The hunger in his eyes burned, and his raging cock wanted her. She smiled and knelt between his muscular legs to take his thick shaft in one hand, lazily stroking it while she looked into his warm brown eyes. He couldn’t stop staring at her, so she leaned over slowly to place the swollen head against her ruby lips. Rubbing it back and forth with just the tip of her wet tongue teasing him.
Drake groaned and closed his eyes. “Oh fuuuuuuck, Skylar. Take me. I want to watch you swallow every inch of me.”
She slowly let the head glide between her full lips and into her wet mouth. His hips bucked as he felt her heat. Inch by inch, she slowly slid her mouth down on him and let the head pass into her throat. Fuck he was long… gliding deeper and deeper until he was engulfed and being squeezed by her swallowing throat.
He moaned and pumped his hips into the air, reaching for her head and weaving his fingers into her silky hair. He pulled her down onto his cock as he fucked her mouth. She gagged and kept swallowing, her tongue swirling around the thick shaft and under the sensitive head.
Poor youngster. He’d never been sucked by someone who knew all the secrets to drive men insane. He wouldn’t last long. She felt the familiar pulsing in his balls that she held in her other hand. His shaft began to twitch and jerk inside her hungry mouth. His seed would soon be hers.
Drake tingled all over like he was on fire. Her blood had triggered an urgent need that he could barely control. He sweated with the exertion to keep the beast from emerging. He couldn’t let that happen. But he couldn’t handle the beast and his cock at the same time. Arcs of erotic electricity rocketed through his body and raced into his groin. He felt a massive compression of energy and then the explosive release.
An uncontrollable growl rose from his broad chest. “Oh, fuuuuuuck!!!”
His white-hot inhuman cum erupted from the swollen, pulsing head of his cock and flooded Skylar’s mouth. She gulped greedily to take in his powerful essence, unlike any she had absorbed from another vamp in centuries. He kept thrusting into her mouth, and his thick cock twitched as he continued to pulse more of his sperm into her. It dribbled out between her lips and trickled down his throbbing shaft.
She stood and straddled the Were on the couch with one swift movement. Reaching down, she grabbed his stiff cock and slid it into the slippery inferno of her needy pussy. Skylar wanted him deep inside her and began riding as she faced him, as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Freja was going to be so pissed. The thought made a self-satisfied smirk cross her lush lips.
She asked him between panting breaths, “Do you understand now? Do you feel it, too? You and I will never be enemies again. It’s impossible. We are something so very much more now…”
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