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You’re a lot of things, or at least you think if people knew of you they’d call you a lot of different things. A monster, a leech, a parasite, or even a coward, and they’d be right. You know who you are even if many people don’t even know of your existence. Vampires these days are rather out and about flaunting both status and social rankings above one another, but the whole stick with that is that well, you were never very good at that. Not that you really ever tried to fit in, but you turning into a vampire was more or less a mistake on the original vampire that attempted to kill and eat you. She died in endeavor, you lived, or you guess un-lived? You don’t know enough magic or anatomy to know how undead on spectrum you lie. Leaving you with no master and no real understanding on how everything works, having to mostly just tough it out and figure it on your own.
Which is fine, if it wasn’t for the fact that being a vampire and getting blood is either very expensive to get morally or puts you on a radar if you kill too many people. Being immortal on top of that, means unless you’re killed that list doesn’t quite end and paints a pretty big target on you. So for a long time you played it pretty safe, half-starving yourself some nights and finding drunk vagrants, taking little sips here and there. Just barely living, sometimes if you got really lucky you’d find somebody who was about to die anyway and get a real meal. Car wrecks on dark and unused roads, murder victims in isolated places and sometimes when you got really desperate you’d have to hunt animals, but they’re more trouble than they’re worth.
Well you did do all of that until you found your ‘big break’, which was stumbling across another vampire funnily enough. The smell of blood had lead you to the back alley of some bar, the scene before was a feast for your starved stomach. Blood coated and pooled out on the cement and the wet sounds of ripping and teeth gnashing filled the night air. Three bodies lay, limbs scattered around the ground, as a figure in the darkness is hunched over one of the corpses, chewing and swallowing thickly down gulps of meat.
You watched saliva pooling in your mouth, sticking close by to the shadows of a dumpster while the figure ate, envious of the meal. However long before you would have been finished he suddenly stands, wipes his mouth and walks off into the night. Starting to whistle the tune of a child’s lullaby as he goes.
You feasted that night, ate up what he left behind, even licked concrete here and there to lap up some of the pools of blood, the first night in long while that you’d felt full. Ever since then you’ve been tailing the other vampire. After all, if the kills are attributed to him you can fly safer under the radar eating table scraps.
At first you didn’t really know who he was but, that quickly changed when you’d watched as some poor saps tried to put him down. Drifter is what they called him, well they call him a lot of other things, but Drifter seems to be name he goes by. And you remember pretty vaguely hearing of the name when you were human, some boogieman legend, but you didn’t think it was actually real. Surely someone would have caught such a notorious serial killer after all, but you’ve been proven wrong.
He put them down as easily as they boosted about how they were going to kill him, ate his fill and left like it all never happened.
That’s the one thing, true to his namesake he doesn’t stay anywhere for too long. It’s given you a scare a few times when you’ve woken up a little too late from a nap and not immediately known where is he. At most a week he stays in an area and then he’s traveling again, sometimes takes cargo trains and sleeps in hay and you follow just a cart behind tracking him through scent. The only places you don’t trail him through are bars he occasionally stops at to have a drink or any kind of establishments. Harder to hide in those settings and given how dangerous he is and what you’ve seen him do, you don’t even want him to know your face.
Tonight’s a night like any other, nice and dark, a bit of moonlight just to highlight things in a pretty pale blue color. Unlike the usual you’re in a more remote area, forested, big tall pine trees simple dirt paths and gravel roads here and there. It’s home to a one log cabin, where inside you can hear the screams and cries of woman as they attempt to call for help and fight for their lives. The home emits a soft yellow glow from the windows that shadows run past here and there before they are splattered to the ground.
You’re currently shape shifted into a wolf, easier to hide in the foliage and not stick out like a sore thumb following the other vampire like this. You lick your chops in anticipation as slowly screams die down, and the lights from inside stop flickering.
That is until one woman comes bursting out from the front door, covered in blood, one arm missing as she runs into the wilderness blindly. You always have to abate your instincts to chase as you wait in the bushes. You’ll get your meal later.
Instead you watch as the darkened silhouette of Drifter comes to the front entrance staring out where she ran off to, before your ears flick and you hear him chuckle and returning inside, leaving the door wide open. It’s not often he let’s someone go, but it’s never really happened where you were in a position to actually hunt something yourself.
While you don’t mind the scraps, the food’s typically gone cold by the time you get to eat and having something a little warmer for once is far more appetizing than what you typically get. So knowing you have some time till Drifter’s done inside eating, you turn tail and head off in the direction the woman ran. Catching the scent of blood and perfume in the air that drives your paws to move you forward, although you find she hasn’t made it that far.
Panting lowly you find her leaned up against a tree, holding what’s left of her arm as she cries. Your deliberately step on a twig to catch her attention and she looks up to meet your gaze. Her lower lip trembling as you slowly approach her.
“Nice, nice doggy right?” She tries, scooting a little closer to the trunk of the tree and tucking her legs in. You approach cautiously, like she’s a deer who might spook if you’re too fast. You don’t need her screaming and alerting Drifter that he’s not the only predator in these woods. When she holds up her one shaky hand in a small fist for you to sniff her scent you do just that. Allowing her to pet the underside of your jaw and right behind your ear. It feels nice, just not nice enough to stop you from what you set out to do. Allowing you to get close enough you lick her face tasting the dried blood, tears and sweat on her skin. Her warm skin.
In one swift motion you lunge, teeth clamping down on her throat to muffle her cries as her hand coming up to beat on your body. Legs kicking as she flails, but all her movement just encourages you to bite down harder until slowly her legs get weaker. Her hand slaps weakly against your side and she stops struggling altogether.
You finally place your paws on her side for leverage and start to tear chunks of flesh from neck and face. Eagerly swallowing down nice bits of delicious warm meat. You were never one to actual eat meat, you just drank blood prior. Mostly because you assumed that’s the only thing you were required to drink. However watching your meal ticket eat has inspired you to pick up the same habit, keeps you fuller longer. Besides if you were going to be eating his scraps that meant whatever you left behind had to also look like his scraps at the end of the day, and Drifter hardly ever drank like a normal vampire would.
It’s good though, still warm on the tongue as the wet noises of you burying your muzzle into the corpse and prying meat from bones echoes into between the tall pines. Tonight was a good night.
“Aw, little puppy stole my snack from me huh?” The low timber tones of a voice behind you has the fur on the back of your neck raise as you turn, teeth bared instinctively before you see who it is and the growl on your tongue dies down to a whimper.
Strolling in casually from the woods is the stalking form of the vampire, that constant smile painted on his face as gets ever close to you and your tail tucks between your hind legs. You don’t know what to do, pretend to be a dumb wolf? Will he know? Will he kill you anyways? You’ve never seen him interact with animals to know if he kills them as indiscriminately as he does people.
“Was wondering when you’d finally show yourself.” He continues on as he approaches shoes crunching on the detritus of the forest floor. Your frozen unsure if you should run or stay. Either option feels bad, you know he loves a chase, but maybe you could outpace… no no, he’s faster, he’s always faster. You’ve seen him slow himself down or give people a countdown just they can get ahead a little before he inevitably catches them. There’s no point in running from him.
“Don’t you know, it’s rude not to introduce yourself, I’m sure you know who I am by now, but what about you?” He finally stops and crouches down closer to your level, but still above you. There’s still wet blood dripping from bow of your maws and your muscles are still tense ready for you to flee, but you know there’s only two real outcomes. He either decides to kill you, or he doesn’t those are the options. It’s a coin flip really, but anything else will just get you killed. So you shape shift out, bones and skin shifting until you come back to your real form. You end up hunched, crouched in a similar position to him. You give him your name, just the first, the last name you feel like doesn’t really matter anymore. Your voice comes out in quiet and rough whisper. It’s been a very very long time since you’ve spoken to anyone.
“Been taking scraps for some months now huh? You didn’t think I’d notice some pup following me around?” He questions.
“Months?” You echo back, and his head tilts a little out that.
“It’s been longer than that?”
Much longer than just a few months.
“I think… ten years now? I don’t really keep track of time.” It’s maybe a few more years, maybe a few less than that, all you really care about in regards to time is the temperature changes these days. A small huff of a laugh leaves his nose, “Huh, color me surprised, you’re a sneaky little thing.”
You thought you’d been extremely sneaky yourself and thinking back on it, you aren’t sure what could have given it way, you’re almost always watching him and he never gave any indication like he knew he was being followed.
“What gave it away?” Might as well ask before he disembowels you.
“I was on the trains one night, and decided to move over a cart since the one I was in was getting chilly.” His eyes drift off into the distance behind you as he recalls the memory, before focusing down at you again directly. “Found you sleeping, thought you were just some homeless person, but I had a certain gut feeling and started checking the area around where I was staying after ‘going to bed’. Couldn’t always find where you were hiding, but I found you enough times to know it wasn’t a coincident.”
“Damn.” You knew you should have been hiding a few more carts down, but sometimes there’s shifts in the daylight between trains, when things are taken off and shipped elsewhere and you feared unknowingly being put on a different train and losing track of him. It’d take you a long while to try and catch back up with him again and you were way too used to eating good for that.
With that he stands to his full height again, and you think that this is it, say whatever prayers that certainly aren’t going to save you now if you need. But instead of striking you down, he dips his head towards you, as if you were just two acquaintances catching up. “Good to finally meet my little follower, you have a good meal now.” With that he turns away heading back towards the log cabin.
“Wait you’re not mad?” You ask after him and he stops turning his head to the side to address you.
“Eh? Why should I be? Why you’re just hungry, wouldn’t blame anyone for being hungry right? You’re just acting in accordance to your nature. Nothing wrong with that.”
Then he keeps walking, whistling a tune you’ve grown rather familiar with as he disappears from your vision.
Things had been more or less the same since then. You still follow him like he isn’t aware you’re close by all the time, mostly out of habit, and partly because it keeps you on your toes to being sneaky. However for meals you come out, there’s always more than enough to share, and you’ve always preferred a hot dinner. Sometimes you help pick off stragglers, or corral somebody back into running into him. You feel just a little less like a leech, and more like some symbiotic creature, you help here and there, not a total mooch anymore.
When he happens to go into bars or other establishments you shapeshift in your wolf form and follow him like loyal animal companion. Most of the times no one really questions him for having a wolf walking in beside him, but you think most of time people just assume you’re just a homeless man’s dog. He does tend to refer to you as his ‘puppy’ if anyone does ask for your name, and cautioning them that you have a ‘biting problem’. Which is admittedly pretty fun, and does dissuade people from trying to touch or pet you.
Tonight’s a little more relaxed though, fancy even for once, having raided a nice little getaway vacation home away from the bigger populace that sits right by a lake. The newly wedded couple that had rented or bought the place are both of your respective meals for tonight. The lights are dimmed, rose petals and blood splatter stain the marble floor, there’s white and gold balloons hanging from the ceiling. It’s not often you get to take an actual shower that isn’t just standing in the rain and letting the water wash the muck away so you’re taking full advantage of the working water while you have it for the night. Means your food will get cold, but worth it as watch the tub drain with weeks worth of grim and build up. Doing well to wash your hair with some pretty good shampoo and conditioner while you had the opportunity. The tub was nice and big clearly meant to have room for two people, and you sit in the nice warm water, letting your colder body soak it all up, before you leave. Raiding the drawers for some newer cleaner clothes, taking what will fit which ends up being a tank top and some sweat pants. Also swiping a towel from the bathroom as you head back towards the living room.
“Showers free if you want it.” You say to Drifter as you walk by him hunched over his meal, nearly having picked clean the corpse of the groom. He eats more when there’s less to go around, and isn’t so wasteful. “Don’t know why you bothered washing up if you’re just gonna get messy again eating.” He says as he starts to get up and you give him a small smile. “Already planned for.” You take the towel your brought with you and drape it across your front as makeshift bib. He chuckles at that, mumbling something under his breath before leaving to wash up a bit himself.
You start to kneel over the newly wed wife, her eyes are rolled back into her skull and blood splatters her pretty nice white after party dress for the evening. You can vaguely recall when you were young and human, fantasizing about getting married, a far cry from your fantasizes nowadays where you think about your next meal. Your eyes catch the glint of the golden ring on her finger, and you come to hold up and pry it from her cold dead hands. Twirling it in your fingers, before slipping it onto your ring finger. You turn your hand this way and that admiring the cool metal on your skin, those childish fantasizes coming to mind. However the only person you consider yourself to be close with these days is Drifter, and well, he’s Drifter so there’s that. There’s something… bittersweet about it, ring’s not quiet your size and fits awkwardly, you’d almost certainly lose it if you were to try and keep it. With a small sigh you take it off and toss it behind you, as you lean down towards the corpse again. Angling the head to one side so you can get a good bite in. Your teeth sinking into the soft flesh, and tearing away a nice heft piece.
However after chewing through the first bit you pause, slowing down as you carefully swallow it. Something tingled on your tongue as you took the first bite, and you move your tongue around your teeth trying to gauge the odd sensation. You take one more bite just to confirm your suspicions only to find the same sensation moving over your tongue and you spit out the meat. Getting up and untying your impromptu bib and rushing to kitchen sink to wipe the blood off your face rather than lick it off. Your brows furrow together at the odd sensation and head towards the bathroom, knocking on the door to get the other vampire’s attention.
“Hey, Drifter.”
“What?” He calls back over the sound of running water.
“Did that guy taste funny to you? Like at all?” You question and he’s quiet for a moment before he answers.
“Bit of a tingle on the tongue, but nothing unusual when eating someone whose had a bit to drink.”
You make a small humming sound, you were aware of that, but this felt a little different and your instincts told you something else was a miss with that flavor. You wander out from the room, going back to the kitchen, it’s a mess from when you both entered and hunted the two humans down. Broken glass here and there, knives that were tried to use to fend you both off. Yet you search through it trying to find what you were looking for. Not finding it in the kitchen you continue your seeking elsewhere until you find it. Just beside the heart shaped love couch in the living room. The ‘champagne bottle’ you both saw the couple drinking from prior. Except… this was not champagne, hell it wasn’t even alcohol.
Lithica’s Love Potion
Just a few drops to spice up the bedroom, and make
memories for a lifetime.
Take three tablespoons and wait roughly fifteen to thirty minutes for effects to kick in.
Effects Include:
Increased Libido
Increased Stamina
Increased Fertility
Higher Sensitivity
Feverish Heat
Excessive Sweat
Warning: Drinking more than the recommend amount may result in a lack of common sense, or more aggressive behaviors. Use at your own risk.
Lithica™ is not responsible for the death or injuries caused by those under the influence of Lithica’s Love Potion.™
You shake the bottle a little to find it’s practically empty. As your staring the glass container trying to gauge how much this was going to be an issue, you hear the patter of footsteps of Drifter coming from beside you. Your face turns up to see him dripping wet, black mop of wave hair clings to him, fresh clothes stolen from the couple and in similar fashion to you.
“Hey there puppy, anymore booze left in that thing?” His voice speaks in but of more lower timber tone than usual and he stands more closely to you than he typically cares to. Eyes drifting between you and the bottle.
“Drifter. This isn’t alcohol.”
“What?” He says quietly.
You don’t have the heart nor the balls to explain it, so you just hand him the bottle so he can read over the label himself. You watch as his eyes scan over it a few times, seemingly having to reread some lines to grasp what was going on.
“Huh. Well shit.”
“Do you think we can make you… throw it up or something?” You try to suggest, but he shakes his head.“Nah it’s way too late for that, I’m already feeling hot and bothered.” You figured as much given his mind doesn’t seem as sharp as usual and you think you can start to see his pupils going from dilated to little slits and back again in waves.“I got two options for you. You can run as far away as you can and don’t come back till the next night or,”
“Or?” You echo. Call it being co-dependent with him, but you don’t like the thought of being away from him without being able to keep a good eye on him. You’ve grown to used to having him around in someway or another.
“You stay and we let nature take it’s course.” You tense up at the suggestion, your mind wandering back to the ring you tossed. You had meant for it to be a sort of acceptance that that, or anything like that just wasn’t on the table for you anymore. Not as a vampire, not with Drifter, but being intimate again? God you don’t even remember the last time you had sex, it’s been at least two decades. It’s mighty tempting too, but if this is just a one-off thing you aren’t sure if whatever humanity is left in your heart could handle that.
He shakes the bottle in one hand, offering it towards you.
“Still a little left in here if you want to join in.”
Then again what was that saying? Better to have… something then never at all? Yeah that’s a good enough excuse, you’ll deal with the heart ache later and you take the offered aphrodisiac. Leaning your head back as you chug what’s left at the bottom and your body tensing as you nearly choke on the flavor. It’s harsh and cold on your tongue, leaves your mouth feeling like TV static. You stick your tongue out, and gag a little from it and vampire besides you laughs huskily.
“That bad huh?” He questions and you shake your head ‘yes’.
“Let me get a taste.” You’re going to hand him the bottle, but he ignores it instead grabbing for you instead. His hands coming around your waist and the back of you neck to hold you in place while he tries to shove his tongue down your throat. Muffling your surprised sounds as his tongue moves over your own and tasting your teeth. You’re stood still a bit stun locked, before you embrace the moment, dropping the bottle to the ground with a small thunk and wrapping your arms around his body that is slowly warming up under the effects of the potion.
Your face buzzes with a growing warmth as lips lock together messily with one another, scruff of his chin scratching you as he presses himself into you. Claws digging in and pinching your skin, as the hand on your waist slides down towards your ass to grab handful of it and you moan into his mouth.
When he pulls away, and you both pant there’s a few strings of drool attached to your lips.
“That does taste awful, how the hell did they get through most of the bottle?” He chuckles, and you follow as well. “I don’t know, must have some pretty good alcohol around here somewhere to drown out that flavor.”
“You want to try and find it, or…?” He trails off and you shake your head ‘no’.
“No… I…” A shiver runs up your spine as it’s starting to get harder to think clearly. “I…think I’ll die if you don’t take off your shirt right now.” His smile widens, and you can only imagine what those teeth will look like half-sunken into your skin. “Normally I wouldn’t believe that, but…” He pauses for a moment, hand on your backside tightening. “I’m starting to feel the same way about those pants…”
With a huff he tosses you over one shoulder and starts to haul you through the home, making your way into the bedroom. Blood rushing into your head intensifying the dizziness washing over you, your hand attempts to reach his ass so you can grab it, but you only manage to make a passing swat on it. In return you wince in pain when you feel a much stronger firmer hand smack your ass, a pleasurable shivering running down your spine to accompany it. You are then tossed onto the bed, body bouncing on the mattress before steadying as you lift yourself up to see him crawling on to the surface as well. Red stained hand grabbing onto your leg and dragging you a little closer to him making you fall back down again. Other hand coming up to start tugging on the sweat pants and you help to shimmy out of them and your undergarment as well, as he makes his way further up stopping at your hips where his breath ghosts over your exposed skin.
“Open up for me puppy.” He requests, but your legs tremble nervously before he helps you to pry them apart. Your legs coming to rest over his shoulders as he leans in further to the mound of your pussy to inhale your scent directly. Your legs feel the shudder that runs over his body as he sniffs, pressing his face directly into you and your knees press into the sides of his head. His prominent nose rubbing up against your clit, and tongue slipping out to lick from bottom to top. Beard scrapping against you as he starts to bob his head up and down as he tastes you slowly. Your hands moving down to try and press him further into you, but he doesn’t budge and you whimper. Your body heat is steadily rising, and you’re starting to think you can actually feel your heart beating in your chest for once.
“C’mon, please, please, please…” Your pleas fall on deaf ears though and become a pathetic mewl as Drifter doesn’t budge from any of your attempts to get more friction out of him. Body going from warm to burning, and a pleasant buzzing in your skull fizzling into something more. Sweat starts to sheen on your skin, and where he isn’t your body begs from him to be.
Finally his lips wrapping around your clit and harshly sucking in, a wet slurping sound made and your hips buck. Hands coming around your thighs to keep you in place while he starts to messily eat and drool over your cunt. Teeth clench as you suck in harshly through them hissing while he groans into you, the bed starts to creak and shake as the vampire before you starts to thrust his hips into the mattress while making himself a home between your legs. Your fingers curl into his head, nails digging through his still damp black waves as you grab and tug, making him growl when you tug too hard. However the sensation from the sound you receive is more than worth it, even when his lips come away from you with a wet pop and he bites at your inner thigh for the offense. Blood beading from the mark and he laps up what little slips out.
“Starting to think I’ve been spoiling you too much… you’re getting awfully greedy, must be all the table scraps I’ve been feeding you huh?” He lifts himself up from your body and crawls further up and you can smell the musky scent of yourself on his breath as he pants above you.
“Do I have to punish my puppy for being so gluttonous?” He queries and your few remaining functioning brain cells fight between agreeing that you did and denying it. Eventually one side winning out over the other in hopes it’d get you faster to a quicker release and his body pressed against you again.
“No, no I’ll be good, I’m a good puppy, I promise, please.” You beg him, brows knitted together as you try to muster your best puppy eyes you can towards him. Hands rubbing over his sides, feeling the unusual softness you hadn’t expected him to have on his stomach. “Hmmm… Hard to deny you, when you look like that.” He huffs out, and you preen, when his hand comes up to rub your head and you lean into the touch. Tilting your head so you can press a flutter of kisses across his red stained wrist.
“Hmm, get up. I wanna give you taste of me.” He demands instead and you move scooting upwards to give him space. He tosses away his clothes as you switch positions with him eyeing the newly revealed skin with rapt interest, as you come to lay between his spread legs propped up on your elbows.
His thick cock, hard and resting against his stomach, thick coarse black hair covering the base and leading up into a happy trail and his chest. You press your cheek against it, the heavy musky scent of him wafting into your nose before you lean up to place a kiss right at the tip. A bit of pre-cum coming out that you swipe away with your tongue. The taste salty and bitter, but hardly anything compared to the low long groan Drifter let’s out from the action. Hands coming around to grab at the top of your head, nails scratching against your scalp.
“Don’t be a little tease.” He encourages and you lift yourself up further, mouth opening as you get around the head, being mindful of your fangs as your tongue starts to move around the glands and foreskin. The hand at the top of your head, forces you to go lower, and your jaw strains, before jerking as with another shove it hits the back of your throat and you gag. “Come on now, relax that throat of yours, show me how much you want it.” He affirms, hand moving to your cheek to pat it.
It’s hard to remember that you don’t technically need to breath, the habit still not fully dying down with you even after all these years. You struggle to make your muscles calm and lax before you attempt to force another inch down your throat. The urge to gag ever present, and your nose wanting to naturally breath in. You moan around the length in your mouth, the hand atop of your head helping you move forward as he bucks his hips into you. Fucking himself against you, balls moving against your chin as his movements start to ramp up in pace. Your hands bracing themselves around his waist, claws squeezing into the fat of his sides. Tongue swirling around whatever part of his length is currently in your mouth as drool starts to slip from your lips. Coating and slicking his length up while you sputter on his cock, his movements growing faster and your head spins from the motion while he growls and moan beneath you. A keening sound made in the back his throat before he’s pressing you fully down to the base of him. Back arching, hair tickling your nose as cum pumps down your throat, his hips still trying to move and ensure you’re swallowing every inch of him. You can feel his balls clenching and tightening as he finishes and his grip eases, and his length slides out of from your lips. Taking in a deep breath as a new unfamiliar weight settles in your stomach and line of drool connects from your mouth to his spit coated cock.
“Was that good?” You ask looking over to him, giving a few more kisses to the head of his cock while you waited for an answer. Unable to see his face at this angle, as he’d fully leaned back into the bed when he came.
“Very… good.” He answers back after a moment, and you continue to pepper his cock with wet smooches traveling and moving over to his inner thighs and sucking on skin. He rumbles lowly as you continue your ministrations, languishing in your touch. Claws gently scratching a spot behind your ears that makes you tremble and whine. Your wetness between your thighs having gone neglected while pleasuring Drifter, and the heat mounting in your stomach making you unbearable eager to relieve yourself.
“Hmm, maybe if you beg really nice for me, I can do something about that.” The vampire offers, the claw from his ear sliding against the edge of your jaw and lifting your head up to meet his eyes.
“Please, please feeling… really hot, help me.” You try, putting on your puppy dog face again to try and tempt him, but he just smiles wide, grip on your chin getting tighter.
“Oh, I don’t think you’re begging hard enough.” He teases in a sing song voice, while he shakes your head. Your bottom lip pouts and you move to sit up more and start crawling over him.
“Please,” You whisper pressing one kiss to his soft lower belly. “Pretty please,” You purr, moving further up and pressing another kiss this time to his more firmer chest, lick skin and sucking. Salty sweat resting delicious only your tongue, tempting you to bite, but you don’t want to be denied your release in case that upsets him. Moving up to meet him face to face, black wide pupils surrounded by a ring of blood red, which flex just a little as you get closer. Pressing another smooch to his cheek, stubble brushing against you. “Daddy-” You breathe out the two syllables and have no time to say anything else before you are both roughly flipped over switching your positions and moved again so your laying on your stomach. A huff leaving your mouth from the sudden movement, as the large weight of Drifter settling on your back, the hard stiffness of his cock pressed against your back. You feel a warm breath ghost over your shoulder before you feel sharp teeth dig into your shoulder and hands holding you down by your waist. A yelp leaves your mouth from the pain, before shifting to pleasure and you arch your back up into him.
Trying to help shift yourself so he can have easier access to your body, underside of his cock sliding and throbbing against you. You strain your form to angle yourself just right as he moves again, catching on you before slowly sinking into you. Both of your sharing groans of pleasure as he fills you open. Stilling for a long moment, and you feel him twitch inside of you, his hips jutting into you and extra inch suddenly, before he pulls back.
His hips then roughly thrust forward pushing you into the plush mattress with each motion, while he keeps his teeth grounded firmly into your shoulder. Blood seeping down from over the curves of your body and a tongue reaches out to lap at what spills out. Your own teeth bite into the pillow in front of you quickly tearing it between your fangs; feathers and fluff come out as you shake your head unable to control yourself. Your ass pressing back up into him as he bucks into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix and bruising your insides while your pussy desperately tries to suck him in. Your legs spasm beneath his form, wanting to shift either to get closer or angle him further away you aren’t sure. You feel his lips move as he attempts to speak while his jaw is clenched around your shoulder, but whatever it is he’s trying to say too muffled by your skin to mean anything. However the sounds he tries to make travel through your body and make your head buzz as you try to speak back in your own unintelligible strangled moans and words.
Your cunt squeezes down on him tightly as a long muted moan leaves your feather filled maw, and you shut your eyes as your body tenses as you white out. Immediately going limp while Drifter still moves at the same pace behind you, not slowing down in the slightest despite your orgasm. Only releasing his teeth from your shoulder and placing his head beside yours breathing harshly next to you, and licking up the side of your face.
“Too, too much.” You manage to whimper out, after spitting out the fluff and feathers from your teeth. Drool sliding down your chin as you pant heavily, the added weight of Drifter making it harder to breath.
“Just a little more, for Daddy yeah puppy? You be a good girl for Daddy.” He encourages and your back shudders with his words nodding. You could be a good girl, you could be a very good puppy for Daddy. Your own voice echoing out the word yes in quick succession while he kisses the pulse against your neck. Teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as you feel like you’re about to burst into flames, or be completely smothered by him into nothingness.
You writhe when you feel him still against you, cock pressed as far as it will go inside, your organs feel like they’ve been shifted and jostled around from all the motion as cum floods you. His hips pulling back slightly just to shove himself in again and again stuttering as he empties himself moans into your neck while kissing and sucking whatever it is his lips can reach. Rolling his hips a few more times before going limp on top you, but occasionally thrusting here and there chasing whatever faint hints of pleasure he felt from your oversensitive pulsing cunt.
Your voice croons weak and overworked as you let out a heavy sigh, finally satisfied, your skin starting to cool down. Relief rolling over your body even if Drifter is still moving his hips a little here and there.
Your too tired to talk, too tired to do literally anything, even thinking feels like it’ll be too much effort right now as your eyelids grow heavier. You don’t have a preference anyways if Drifter isn’t going to move or not, his body is still running hot and feels like a nice heated weighted blanket atop you. You yawn intent on going to sleep, however the vampire behind you slowly starts to pick up his pace again behind you. Hands grasping around you with a renewed vigor and you groan.
“One more time puppy, come on.” He says right beside your ear as his weak thrusts start to build again and you poor pussy quivers overstimulated.
You are reminded as you catch a look at the sustained lingering hunger in his eyes from your peripheral view that while you drank roughly a little more than what was the recommend dose for the potion, Drifter consumed someone who had many times over that dosage.
Oh this was going to be a long long night.
Tonight there’s no hunt, you’re starting to travel south as it’s starting to get pretty cold as winter sets in and trying to get somewhere warmer for the season. This was the only cargo that actually had some soft things to sleep and rest on, that being a couch and some other miscellaneous furniture items and boxes surround you. It’s basically pitch black inside, but you can still see in a vague grey scale what’s around you. You both lounge on the couch together sharing what little body heat you have to offer with one another. There’s a week old newspaper you stole that you’re reading through to pass the time as the train tracks rumble beneath you.
Your eyes catching and scanning over a headline several times before reading the description, a warning about an attack attributed to Drifter from two weeks ago. It reminds the populous to stay inside after curfew and to be on the look out for a stray male unknown canine creature matching your description reported to be following and hunting with said viscous vampire around and being dubbed ‘The Stalker.’ There’s even some cheesy line at the end comments about vampire’s best friend being dogs before you sigh after finishing going over the paper.
“What is it?” The vampire prods from beside you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
“They still think I’m a boy wolf.” You see him roll his eyes from side vision.
“I keep tellin’ you that wouldn’t be problem if you just hunted with me in your true form.” His arm resting around your shoulder comes to cradle his hand at your hip, lifting your shirt up an inch, claws grazing the skin.“Wouldn’t mind seeing you all covered in blood while you stalked the night.”
“I like being a wolf though.” A small huff of air leaves his nose at that, you’ve both had this same exact conversation a few times now. Before being a wolf was just to avoid consequences or your ‘real identity’ being associated with The Drifter, but you’ve slowly grown to just not care about that anymore. After all how much more associated can you get when you both share the same bed together when you both can get a bed to sleep in for the night anyways? Other than that you just prefer hunting in that form, it just feels right to you, and otherwise you don’t feel like you’re the most intimidating or threatening person. “I know, I know, they’ll get it right eventually just don’t expect it to be too soon. Mortals takes a few decades to get with the times or get things right.” He explains and his hand’s claws move from your waist to play with your fingers, twirling the golden band over your ring finger.