Howling for the Vampire
By
Brandy Corvin
Copyright © 2012 by Brandy Corvin
* * * * *
Memories of my first hunt were still fresh in my mind when I got
into bed that night. They continued to linger till the next morning, and the
morning after that. I couldn't focus in school, daydreaming about the
whole surreal experience. Such an adrenaline rush probably wouldn't be
forgotten in a very long time.
"Tyler& Tyler?"
I snapped back to cruel reality.
"Yes, Professor Wolfenstein?"
"What's your answer?"
"Uh, what?" I muttered, it was painfully obvious to the class that I
wasn't paying any attention at all.
The Professor sighed, "See me after class."
I groaned.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
* * * * *
The sun was beginning to set; its warm orange glow caressed my
face, giving me unexplainable energy.
I sighed loudly as I trudged along a gravel path on the college
grounds, my feet crunched the small stones beneath me, aching to turn
back into a werewolf so that I could leap and pounce with abandon. The
blasted Professor had made me stay back to recite several physical and
behavioral characteristics of vampires from memory before he finally let
me go. But that, of course, was the least of my preoccupations. I wanted
to hunt with the pack again, to join them in their bloodlust, to take painful
revenge on the vampires. Now that I was a fully turned werewolf and a
full-fledged member of Alpha's pack, was it simply too much to ask?
My dorm was in sight. Soon I would unlock my door, throw my bag
onto my bed, take a refreshing shower and do my homework. Okay
maybe not my homework. My mind would probably wander back to my
unforgettable experiences of my first hunt yet again. I licked my lips
thinking of the vampire I hunted that night with the pack and how he felt
so good on my throbbing member. If I ever saw him again, who'd knew
what I'd do.
Doors were now fickle human constructs, pesky annoying things
that need opening and closing before you could go anywhere. As a
werewolf I'd much prefer a lack of doors, tearing each one down like
cardboard. But such behavior would be in poor taste in my dorms.
Practical considerations overrode my natural animalistic instincts. I
gripped the doorknob tightly and turned my wrist. The knob turned under
my exertions, making the door pop open with an audible click.
It was the usual dingy place that I came back to every day. Who
needs a clean and tidy place to live in when you're a werewolf?
My lethargic feet carried me down the corridor towards my
bedroom at the end. Releasing the weight of my book bag off my
shoulder, I swung it around me, preparing to toss it onto the bed.
Except that I couldn't do my usual routine and let my book bag fly
onto my pile of pillows.
"Why are you here?" I questioned tersely. My voice grew deeper
and deeper as I quickly let my bloodlust take control of me. Fur began
sprouting on my skin, my skull started changing shape and my fangs
were starting to grow.
Right in front of me, violating the sanctity of my bed was the
vampire. Not just any vampire, but the pretty boy vampire, the victim of
my first hunt. The sight of him brought back wonderful memories that
quickly flooded my mind.
And now there he was, sitting right there, as if inviting me to hunt
him again. I licked my fangs, wondering how awesome a second time
with this vampire would be.
"Wait!" the pretty boy called out, raising his hands in defense.
"I'm not here to harm you," he continued, cowering under his arms.
Regaining my rational mind, the fur receded back into my skin as I
became more and more human by the second.
"What do you want?" I asked, finally a human again.
"You dropped this when we last met," the vampire replied,
throwing something at me.
I caught it instinctively without even realizing what it was. There,
laying the palm of my hand was an amulet, my brother, Gabriel's amulet.
I only remember seeing it a few times in my life, and the last time I saw it
was many years ago, the night everything changed.
"Where'd you get this?" I asked curiously, "I didn't drop such a
thing when we last met."
"But you must have! I only realized it was on me when I escaped!"
the vampire protested.
I had half a mind to transform now and tear him apart. But a little
voice in my head told me that there might be a grain of truth to his words.
After all, there was no reason to lie about this.
If Gabriel's amulet was indeed there on the night of my first hunt,
Perhaps, someone in my pack knew of his whereabouts!
The vampire in front of me wasn't a creature to be abhorred and
hated. He was a companion and a valuable aide! Maybe I still have not
forgiven their kind for the wrong they wrought upon me. But I can't have
only one specific vampire bear the burden of my hatred, especially for
such a manly and handsome vampire.
"Well, I suppose you have helped me after all. So, um, thanks," I
concluded weakly.
How could I not have noticed until now that he was wearing such a
seductive looking black leather outfit! Given half a chance I would tear it
off and show him the ways of werewolf love in a heartbeat. I felt a stirring
in my loins as wild fantasies clouded my mind in his presence.
Professor Wolfenstein mentioned during one of our little
supernatural research sessions that vampires were extremely sensitive
to their surroundings, some purporting that they were even able to read
minds. I wasn't so sure about how conclusive such theories might have
been. But the look in the vampire's eyes clearly told me that he wanted
the same thing.
"Since you've helped me& " I wondered, letting my voice trail off.
"You're thinking of how to repay me, aren't you?" the vampire
finished my sentence, his eyes fixated on the raging bulge in my jeans.
There was nothing left to say, the synchronized beating of our
hearts as we pressed our bodies close together on my bed was more
than enough.
I dove into him. Our lips touched and I found myself devouring his
kiss. He tasted of blood and roses. Heh, I thought, you could always
trust a vampire to be both savage and classy. My tongue entered his wet
mouth, wrestling with his tongue in a big slobbering kiss.
We writhed on my bed, rocking it loudly. The confounded squeaks
coming from it constantly reminded me of how violent our movements
were. One moment I would be on top, a quick roll and I would find myself
on the bottom, watching this beautiful vampire sit on me, watch me, and
yearn for more of me.
My hands grabbed the zippers on his black leather suit. The sound
of the fabric being torn off in one powerful stroke was music to my ears. I
ripped off whatever clothing was left on him, revealing his pale, lean
body. There was something about his boyish complexion that I simply
couldn't resist, even if he was probably a thousand year old vampire. My
palm found its way onto his chest while my fingers traced every scar on
his trauma riddled body. It was amazing to interact with someone who
had been through so much. If scars told a story I would have spent days
in my room, listening to him recount his numerous life experiences. But
as far as life was concerned, I was here to celebrate it, and so was he.
It was his turn now. His hands slowly reached down under my shirt
and gripped it lightly. I subconsciously raised my hands as he pulled it
gingerly over my head. It was only fitting for a vampire to have such
gentleness, such class, compared to me, a brutish werewolf that
required frequent trips to the clothing store.
We stared at each other, topless. Breaking our mutual gaze, my
eyes travelled leisurely down his body, admiring the paleness of his skin
and the firmness of his flesh. All my wild fantasies of how he would look
like naked now became sweet reality. There was no need to imagine any
more. Before the vampire went, I would ensure nothing of him was left to
imagination.
"What's your name?" the vampire leant in to whisper. His cold skin
pressed on my warm chest, making me even warmer.
"Tyler," I whispered back.
"Tyler?" he repeated, enjoying the pronunciation of every syllable,
"I like it."
My heart melted at his compliment.
"I know, what's yours?"
"Julian."
Julian. Julian, Julian, Julian. Such a fantastic name, definitely
worthy of being repeated many times in my head.
"That's a nice name," was all I could muster before he kissed me
tenderly again. He was delicious.
I wrapped him in my tight embrace, not wanting to let him go.
Running my wide palms over his back, I tried my best to warm up his
cold, pale body with my own. His back was so smooth, except when
occasionally interspersed with scars of combat. Julian was a pretty boy,
yet at the same time he was so manly. I literally had the best of both
worlds in my arms.
Did I still hate vampires? Yes. But did hate Julian? There was little
reason to, especially when his body was quite divine.
Breaking off our passionate kiss, he slowly worked his way down,
peppering my neck and chest with frequent, light kisses. He went down
further, down my stomach to where my abdomen was, protected by my
jeans.
As usual, he unzipped me in the only manner he knew. Gentle and
refined. My wolfish instincts took over as I eagerly threw off my pants,
skipping past Julian's playful tease. The vampire now gripped my dick
lightly. His eyes widened in amazement at how warm and thick it was. It
was a towering phallus that clearly stood out from the rest of me.
I opened my mouth to say "suck me" but that was not needed. I
found myself gasping in pleasure as he buried my shaft deeply down his
throat. He slobbered all over my dick, soaking it in his drool. It was wet
and somewhat cold, but my blood was on fire and a little cold was
definitely not going to put me off.
Arms outstretched, I grabbed my bed sheets by the fistful. My
breaths grew heavier and quicker in response to Julian's constant
sucking. He'd alternate between heavy slow sucks to light playful licks.
He teased me, making sure I never got bored of his treatment.
My chest rose and fell as my legs started thrashing about wildly.
Julian continued his carnal art despite the disorder around him. He truly
had superb powers of concentration. I finally settled on squeezing my
legs together on his head, the harder he sucked, the harder I squeezed.
Sick of having his head squeezed, Julian pried my legs apart,
forcing them back down onto the bed with his wondrous vampire
strength. My thoughts grew more feral and animalistic as my pleasure
became more intense. I was losing myself as a human, letting the wild
beast inside me take control. If I transformed and lost myself, not
recognizing who he was, it would spell disaster. To be able to enjoy
myself while not losing control completely was a mental battle unlike any
other.
Even I didn't have the mental stamina to continue this. I was going
to cum soon. I had to do something!
"Enough!" I howled, sending various nearby objects flying about in
the room from the shockwaves of my voice. I covered my mouth in
embarrassment, desperately hoping no one else apart from Julian and I
experienced my momentary loss of control.
Julian stopped, staring at me in a mix of confusion and shock.
"I wanna fill your ass up nice and good," I leant in to whisper,
assuring him that I wasn't mad or anything.
The vampire nodded eagerly, bending over on all fours sticking his
ass in my face. Grabbing his waistband, claws emerged from my fingers
as I partially transformed my arm, giving me the strength to rip his pants
off of him.
"Annh!" Julian yelped in surprise, startled by my savage display of
strength. I shrugged. What's a werewolf to do?
His peachy fine ass stared back at me now, making my dick throb
harder than ever. Julian swayed his hips ever so slightly, inviting me to
visit his ass.
I got up in and knelt behind him so that my dick was on level with
his tight ass. Laying my hard cock on his ass crack, thoughts of how
good sticking it in him again would feel flooded my mind and sent me
into a horny frenzy. I drooled over his ass and my dick till I could stand it
no longer.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to fuck you now," I announced.
"Mmm" Julian moaned, his tone leaking of impatience.
I entered him slowly, letting his ass get used to my thick girth. He
moaned more, possibly trying to accommodate me while his ass burned
from the slight pain. I was a werewolf dammit, I fucked savagely! Going
in slowly till I could thrust no further, I withdrew at a faster rate. Julian
tightened his ass muscles around me, not wishing to let me go. Well
Julian, I thought, don't worry because I'll be back in before you know it.
Leaving only my head inside of him, I leant forward, putting my
entire bodyweight into this thrust. I rammed myself up his ass as hard as
I could this time. His screams of exquisite pain were music to my ears.
This was how a werewolf was supposed to mate.
Grabbing his tight ass in both hands, I let my bloodlust take over,
transforming me into a werewolf. It was time to show this vampire who
was the boss.
My cock grew longer and thicker now that I was a werewolf,
causing Julian to scream out again while I was inside him.
"God, Julian!" I grunted, "You feel so good on my dick!"
He probably couldn't understand my barks. I was speaking in wolf
tongue after all. But what did it matter. I had some fucking to do.
My hips began moving at a steady, rhythmic rate, thrusting myself
harder and harder into Julian's increasingly sore ass.
Julian's moans and screams grew louder as I fucked harder.
"Yes& there! YES!" he screamed out as I hit his prostrate, sending
the both of us to the next level of carnal pleasure.
"WHOA!" Julian yelled, startled as I grabbed his side and flipped
him over while still inside him. I lay on him in missionary position, losing
myself in his sexy blue eyes. I wondered how weirded out he would feel
having a werewolf lick his face enthusiastically. But it didn't matter.
Julian smiled, seemingly understanding that it was a wolf's way of
showing love.
My hips continued pumping rhythmically into his tiny asshole,
making him cry out in pleasure every time I hit his prostrate.
Julian wrapped his arms around my furry body, bringing me close
to his body in a tight embrace. This vampire was so romantic, and we
were now fucking on equal terms. I wanted to make him mine, to make
sure that when he left, he would look forward to our next encounter.
My thrusts grew harder and deeper as my breathing grew heavier
and more ragged. I was nearly there.
The vampire tightened his ass muscles, looked deeply into my
pale yellow eyes and whispered, "Cum for me, Tyler."
"AROOOO!" I threw my head back and howled in response. Hot,
sticky werewolf seed went flying out of my throbbing dick as deeply up
Julian's ass as possible. The vampire accepted my cum eagerly,
tightening his ass muscles further to milk my cock of my seed. We had
become one, werewolf and vampire, a relationship that transcended the
interspecies feud that had apparently carried on for centuries.
I continued howling as I released my seed into Julian's ass with
every twitch, wanting to fill him up to the brim. Soon the throbs died
down, as did the erratic movements of my writhing body. I lay on Julian's
body, soaked in both our sweat as the fur on my skin receded. Now as a
human again, I ran my fingers through Julian's luscious locks of pale
brown hair. He was too beautiful even for me to compare.
Pulling my hips back, I withdrew from Julian's now gaping asshole,
letting my cum slowly leak out and soak my sheets before rolling over
with a sigh.
"You're real good at this," I sighed contentedly.
Julian giggled.
"So were you."
"It's strange," I reasoned out loud.
"What's strange?" Julian naturally asked me back, bearing an
inquisitive expression.
"It's strange how you would have Gabriel's amulet the night that we
met. It means that someone in the pack knew who and possibly, where
Gabriel was," I started before turning my head to meet Julian's lovely
eyes.
I smiled, "What's stranger is that I thought I hated vampires& but
then I met you."
Rarely seen blood rushed to Julian's pale cheeks, turning it a semi-
bright shade of red. He smiled in embarrassment at my compliment.
"Not all vampires are bad, ya know." he blushed.
I guess I was wrong about some of them.
"But I still hate your kind," I declared resolutely.
"It was your kind that killed my parents and ruined my childhood," I
confessed, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes as I blurted out my
innermost feelings.
The vampire's hollow eyes stared upon my outpouring of emotion.
"Vampires may attack humans for blood, but we never kill them,"
Julian started, his serious eyes told me he wasn't fucking around with
this fact.
"You know, centuries of fighting have made vampires rather
intimate with the knowledge of how a pack works," he continued.
"Get to the point," I interrupted tersely, tired of his long winded
sentences.
"Well, if you really knew your kind well, you should know that as
per custom, an alpha of a pack will only attain this position via two ways.
One, he kills the existing alpha."
"So what," I snapped, long familiar with the ways my pack worked.
"What you don't know is that a werewolf can gain unimaginable
power, enough to become an alpha in his own right from a third way."
What? Despite all my hours with Professor Wolfenstein, I had not
once heard of this new theory.
"If I were you, I'd be very careful with what I'm about to say," I
warned, letting my fangs grow out again.
Julian sighed.
"A werewolf has to kill his own parents. By biting their heads off, he
gains unimaginable spiritual and emotional power, plus the respect of
the pack. If he did that, hell, he'd be capable to lead any pack in the are-
where're you going?"
I found myself putting on a fresh set of clothes before heading to
the door.
Professor Wolfenstein had some explaining to do.
END :)
Howling for more hot werewolf action? Don't miss the first part of the
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When Tyler learns that vampires destroyed his family, he resolves to join the pack in
the werewolf-vampire war. But after his mentor, Professor Wolfenstein, explains that
to do so, Tyler has to mate with a werewolf, he must decided how far he's willing to
go for vengeance& and maybe even love?
Excerpt:
"Alright, I have a confession to make." he sighed at last, "I'm
Professor Wolfenstein PhD (Occult and Supernatural studies). But I'm
also a werewolf. My pack's been in this decades-long fight against
vampires ever since I could remember and my way of contributing to the
war effort is to gather up as much information on the enemy as
possible."
He stepped forward towards me. Some fur had already begun to
appear on his skin.
My heart was resolute. If what the professor said was true, then it
should have been vampires that I was after all along, and becoming a
werewolf would place be in the best position to get revenge.
"How do I become a werewolf?" I asked firmly.
"There is only one way," Professor Wolfenstein replied as his voice
got deeper and deeper, "you must mate with a werewolf."
What? Mate with one?
"Even a werewolf like you?"
"Yes. Are you sure you want to do this?"
All my life I have lived for one and only one purpose: Vengeance.
"Yeah, I want to become a werewolf."
"AROOOO!" the majestic beast stood in the lab before me. His
furry, muscular body was a slight to behold, sending chills down my
spine but stirring my loins in arousal.
Its pale yellow eyes were full of energy, looking at me with the fire
of lust. Now that this misunderstanding was cleared up, my chest felt
lighter. I was finally free with the truth presented before me. It was the
vampires, not the werewolves I should have hated the whole time!
I felt no more fear in me as I stepped forward, stroking Professor
Wolfenstein's canine jaw line. It was so solid, so& arousing. He was my
role model as a human, and now as a werewolf, he would become my
lover.
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After absorbing Professor Wolfenstein's werewolf seed, Tyler feels faster, stronger,
and more bloodthirsty. But he's not a full werewolf yet! To fully turn and join the
Professor's pack, he must undergo their initiation. Meeting the pack in the forest on a
full moon night, Tyler finds out just how hungry werewolves can get for ass!
Excerpt:
They approached and surrounded me. Their hoods shielded their
faces from the moonlight and their robes protected the rest of their body.
Who knew what lay beneath the cloth?
"Are you, the pack?" I ventured.
"Brothers, here's the initiate I spoke off," Professor Wolfenstein's
voice rang out from under one of the hoods. Amazing.
"Oh hey Professor," I called out, smiling. I couldn't tell whether he
returned my gesture from under the hood.
They circled me, stepping slowly. Coming close to me once in
awhile, they brought their hoods up to me and took a sniff. I tried look in
to see who it was underneath all the garments but I only found myself
gazing into an infinite abyss.
"He's ready to turn& " a gruff voice resounded from another
hooded figure.
"I agree," a low voice entered my ears this time.
"Then, shall we begin the initiation?" Professor Wolfenstein asked.
The hooded figures nodded in agreement. Adrenaline pumped
throughout my body as I readied myself for whatever the initiation was.
Professor Wolfenstein was the first to take off his hood, revealing
his wizened face.
I watched in wonder as fur grew out of his skin, his head taking the
shape of a wolf. His muscular toned body ripped his robes apart as he
transformed into a werewolf.
He stood before me, fearsome and majestic. The wolf head on a
humanoid body, it was simply the best of both worlds.
They all tore off their hoods, revealing their human faces. I only
recognized one of them, Randall, a senior in college. The rest were
strangers to me. It was awesome just as it was terrifying to watch the
rest of them transform like Professor Wolfenstein.
First it looked like they were in pain, then fury began to grow from
their skin. Their robes stretched and tore under their expanding bodies.
But their most vivid transformation came from when their jaw line
changed, protruding out more and becoming more angular, just like a
wolf's. Their ears receded into their heads just as new ones appeared at
the top. Blinking once, their timid looking human eyes changed into a
bright yellow. Their black irises now narrowed, like wolves on the hunt.
So it was the full moon, I thought, it was the exposure to it that
caused them to transform. I wasn't sure if they still retained their human
capacity to think, but I smelled like werewolf to them. I should be safe.
They circled me again, sniffing me even more carefully this time.
What were they going to do? Don't tell me-
A dull pain surged from the back of my head as I was flung onto
the ground. What was going on?
The same pair of rough hands that hit me now grabbed my jeans.
Its sharp claws tearing away the fabric just as easily as it was done
carelessly, my legs screamed out in pain at they dug into my flesh,
scratching and drawing blood.
This continued until my bare ass was exposed to the lot of them. In
the cold of the night, my ass shivered. I looked behind me watching the
largest werewolf, probably the alpha eye me hungrily. Oh shit, he
probably thinks I was inviting him to fuck me!
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Pack: MMMMM/m Gay Paranormal Erotica!
Now a werewolf and a full-fledged member of his pack, Tyler hunts with them in the
night, preying on the vampires that he hates to the core. But when he chances upon
a vampire's blindingly beautiful body, can Tyler keep revenge on his mind, or will his
werewolf lust get the better of him?
Excerpt:
Yes, I thought eagerly. This is it. We'll destroy this vampire and-
Wait, why weren't any of us moving yet? It was right in our sights! Within
striking distance!
I was still being a disobedient pup. One look from Professor
Wolfenstein and I knew whatever the pack did, we had to wait for the
alpha wolf to give the order. We were nothing but his lackeys. It was
dumb, but I was the lowest on the hierarchy, what could I do?
Watching the alpha wolf emerge from the two pack mates in front
of the vampire, I shivered, struggling to contain the unstoppable rage
and bloodlust within me. He had better start the attack soon or I might
just lose it and put the filthy vampire down myself!
The vampire jumped up very slowly, rebounding against the alley
wall as it tried to reach the roof to escape. I watched it move in bullet
time, my mind reacting faster than it moved. Whether the alpha wolf
ordered it or not, no vampire was going to escape from me, not on my
first hunt!
Before I knew it I was climbing up the building, less than three feet
away from the vampire's skinny legs. I summoned my strength in one
final boost, reaching out with my clawed paw. But the alpha wolf was
faster. He pulled the naughty vampire back before I did. They tumbled
back down onto the ground in a flurry.
The vampire recovered first, assuming a combat stance, preparing
to fight back. Even a cornered dog would fight fiercer than an attacking
lion.
The rest of my pack mates surrounded the vampire while our
leader recovered and rose to his feet. Suddenly two of my pack mates
struck, restraining the surprised vampire. In its struggle it revealed its
refined face to me in the moonlight.
The vampire was a pretty boy.
A pang of guilt struck my heart as all the malicious thoughts in my
head disappeared for an instant. How could it be, that I wanted to
extinguish the life of such a beautiful, yet deadly creature like him?
I dropped back onto the cobbled pavement down below, hesitantly
watching the alpha wolf study her. Was he going to kill him?
He looked up at the full moon and tore off his hood. He stared at
our leader in a mixture of awe and horror as his head brutally
transformed into that of a werewolf. His robes struggled to accommodate
his rapidly expanding, muscled body before finally giving way, ripping
itself into shreds. There, standing in the pack leader's place, was his true
form.
The alpha wolf looked up at the moon.
"ARRROOOOO!" he howled with fervor and ferocity, striking fear
into the heart of the vampire.
My nose twitched. There was a different scent about the alpha wolf
now. I sensed a different kind of intent radiating from him, not one of
murder, but one of lust. Was he going to fuck the shit out of this pretty
vampire first?
I had to admit, now that I had seen his face, that he wasn't that bad
of a looker. Of course, the alpha wolf was given the first dibs.
The vampire looked scared out of his wits.
"Please& " he mouthed.
"Yea, show 'em what we do to vampires like you, Alpha," Randall
snickered.
So the pack leader's name was alpha after all. How fitting.
In one powerful swipe Alpha tore off the vampire's back leather
outfit, revealing his pale, but toned chest and abs.
Lust instantly replaced all my earlier thoughts of death and
destruction. If only I could fuck someone like him&
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Brandy can be reached at [e-mail]
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More sizzling stories coming soon!
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