Underworld
Underworld - M/M, Semi-NC - June 02, 2004
Having just watched Underworld I got an idea.. Nobody said the lovers Had to be male/female. If any artists read this, I would Love to see some 'Deleted scenes' :>
"Brother, We have a problem..."
The wolven whimpered. Clawed fingers scraped the length of his throbbing cock, leaving scratches that burned and inflamed him. Then a cold mouth slid over his heated flesh, making him arch a little.. Nothing could excite him like a Vampire. He bit into the pillow that was crammed in his muzzle, screaming as he released a load of wolf cum down the thin man's throat.
Both semen and blood were drank eagerly, fangs gnawing at his knot, fingers reaching up to rip out the silver rings clamped to his nipples.. He bit the pillow in half and fell back, gasping for breath as his undead lover squeezed his fat balls, making sure they were completely drained.. Not that it would take much to fill them again.
He slowly licked his way up the hot meat, leaving bites on it that would have destroyed any other maleness.
'So nice to be able to let go and enjoy sex.. But then werewolves heal so nicely. And they are always so randy!'
One last finger stroke made the still hard cock throb and bounce against the furred belly. The vampire rose and want to the only other piece of furniture in the room - A chest. He fetched 2 goblets of gold and the bottle of wine he had purchased earlier. Sipping his, he brought the other chalice to his canine lover and sat on the bed.
"It seems we have another Damocles."
The werewolf sat up, his nipples already closing up, the bites and scratches gone. This was not good. The peace was fragile at best - Old habits and grudges still held firmly. He lapped at the beverage, steeling sly glances over at the white firm flesh between his lover's legs.
He liked it Rough.. Always had. There were few who could make him kneel or lay on his belly. It was funny, because he usually went for the Fat ones - The Bears, the Daddy's... But this skinny, well-dressed man met him on a bar, propositioned him and for some reason he said Yes. That was 4 beautiful years ago. He twitched an ear, letting a paw slid along the thin, firm ass, squeezing it. He bit it, sinking his fangs deep in the sallow cheek.. Got a laugh and a swat on his still hard cock.
"We need to think - And neither of us do very well when it comes to detaching ourselves from the baser desires."
Once a week they stole time from their busy lives to be together. And even Then they had to be stealthy - If either clan knew, they would be banished... Homosexuality was still taboo, even if everybody did it. The wolf drained his cup and rolled over, butt up, wriggling it enticingly.
"We can think - After."
The vampire laughed and drained his goblet as well.
"Such a Horny Dog.."
"Less Talk, More Fuck!"
They fucked with abandon, pounded each other so hard the bed broke - This was nothing new to them, having gone through several beds already.
"Maybe next time I shall bring a thrall. Let Him hump your canine ass."
The male whimpered.. "You Wouldn't! Not a Human!"
But the excitement both in voice and cock gave him away.. To be made to be the bottom to a human while his lover watched... And to watch his lover take the human. Perhaps both of them at the same time? Dinner And a Show! The cold seed burned inside his ass as he pushed back to take the entire length - One thing about Bats.. They were Hung!
* * * *
While the lovers 'discussed' their dilemma, The night was still alive - ok so not Everybody was alive.. And some were not going to see the sunrise.
The old man was dressed for the cold, cane tapping against the concrete as he walked. He wasn't dressed rich enough for the muggers, not fast enough for the punks to have fun with. That and Someone had been killing the Night People. This one had no qualms as to who or what - Long as they had blood, they were prey.
A child out on an errand for a sick sibling, found with her throat torn out. A nurse outside of a hospital missing her lower lip and every last drop of blood. Fingers were pointed, but even the Clans had rules - especially towards their own cattle. The wolves may do many things, but they didn't drain bodies of blood, they Ate them long before that happened. And Cubs were Off-Limits to Both sides - Bite them, rape them, use them, Yes. But Never kill them.. That hit too close to home.
Neither species could reproduce 'normally', requiring a human to 'turn' - in whatever way they desired.. Long as blood entered the human from the Host. So a rogue was out, killing as they wished. This was bad in many ways - Mostly for business. Both for the cattle and their herders.. There are many forms of power - Money being the easiest one to get.
4 pairs of eyes watched the street. 2 were under furred brows, 2 under shaved ones. The 'Leathers' had the tattoos and piercings that showed them to be Gangbangers, while the Hardpack wore the minimum needed to hide their sheaths and balls. They were scouts, the rest of the wolven and vamps were hidden, watching other streets. They wrinkled their upper lips as the old man held onto a tree, hacking something up and spitting it on the roots. The wolves would remark their territory later.
Half a block over a vampire was feeding on a prostitute - Pretty sloppily too. Ears perked up as a voice came to them...
"You have had enough. Let her live."
The creature stood with red eyes at the bundle of humanity standing a few feet away. This - This Old twig dared tell Him what to do? He Ripped the woman's neck open and tossed her away like an empty wine bottle. He wasn't hungry anymore but he could drink some more...
"Stop. I do not wish to hurt you."
He laughed.. Lifted his claw-like hands up.
"They say Old wine is the best.."
Then jerked. Jerked again. The old man had his left hand raised, palm open, fingers outspread. The silver 'stars' were buried in his chest, binding him as tightly as any rope or chain.
"Unlike you, I am compassionate - I will not make you suffer."
A sword came out of the cane. Neither long nor wide, it's rune etched steel was just as deadly to the stricken vampire as if it was made of sunlight. The first stroke removed head from body. The second cleaved the skull, continuing to shore down the body. The weapon was in it's holder and the man had already taken a step by the time the body exploded into flame, and the once undead being burned away to a charred, broken skeleton.
"The woman is beyond my care - You will decide what to do, yes?"
The old man shuffled off down the walk, leaving 4 creatures and many humans, staring. Staring at a pair of copper coins, lying amongst the remains - 'Dead man's eyes.' On them was stamped a sword hanging by a thread, The symbol of the Nights of Damocles. Hunters from days when Church meant a stone altar.. And like their prey, they were supposed to be myths, long since gone to legend.
4 more sets of copper coins were found that night, knowing 4 more of their brethren were gone. The wolves growled as they found one of their kind - dead, charred, human - to be among the remains. The pack who the dead one belonged to was reprimanded, and the old war continued..
* * * *
The wolf paced the floor of his room, cock swaying and slapping his belly. Where Was He? Heard footsteps, smelled fear.. Then the door opened and a human stepped through. Was slammed into a wall, held by his shoulders.
"What do you here, Meat?"
The man swallowed..
"I.. I come on behest of my Lord. He can not make it this week and I am to take his place. There.. There is a package I am supposed to give - Urk!"
Dropped to the floor, he held his sore shoulders, watching the dark furred male rip the box open.. To stare inside. Then grin, and look at him.
"So - You are to take his place..
The man nodded slowly, undressing, standing naked before the wolf. Shivered when the contents of the box was dumped onto the bed - a collar and a jar of Vaseline. The laugh was deep and ugly..
"Come here."
He did so, knowing he was probably going to die impaled on that huge canine cock. Stifled a gasp when the creature kneeled in front of him, nuzzling his crotch.
"Put it on.."
The man grinned to himself - His Lord had mentioned this wolf had some kinks.. But he couldn't imagine it would be this.
"Are you going to be a good doggy?"
The wolf growled, pressing his teeth against the tight scrotum of the human.
"If you are not a good doggy, I am not going to give you the collar.. Nor the leash."
The wolfer shivered.. Licked the soft skin, panting as the maleness grew to a very nice length and girth.
"If I am a bad doggy, Will you spank me?"
The collar slid across his neck, pressing in a little as it was latched.
"Maybe.. Do you Deserve to be spanked? Suck on my cock and I will think.. AHHHHHHH!"
If the man hadn't been circumsized before he would have been Now, his dick swallowed down to the hair, bitten dozens of times while the smooth tongue and rough palate worked his head over, shaggy head bobbing rapidly, clawed hands digging into his ass. He didn't even last a full minute, blasting his cum into the sucking maw that drained every last drop from his balls, and demanded More! The man shrieked and fell limp on the floor. The wolf tossed him onto the bed, kissing his too sensitive cock, making the trapped male shudder and moan.
"Rest.. We have all Night..."
Moving to the closet he began rummaging through the toys, pulling out some nasty leather paddles, a couple of Huge dildo's, and a leash. Putting them on the floor next to the bed, he lays beside the man, licking his sweaty chest, a paw gripping his balls.
"All Night - And then some, if you don't have to be someplace tomorrow..."
The man could only moan and gasp as the horny wolf brought him to erection again, straddled his hips, and proceeded to ride him like a horny stallion! Oh Yes.. he was going to be a Very Bad Doggie...
The End