Nightfall - 1. Near Death Experience
I have everything anyone could want. I'm a beautiful silver fox. I'm tall and slim enough to be a model
- which I am - and athletic enough to be any drafter's top pick - which I'd never waste my time with.
The best part, of course, being that I'll never lose these things. I'll never die as long as I never stand in
direct sunlight. I am a vampire. I have enough money from my eternal life to buy any city I want,
people included, but that's not my favorite part. I have a driver who is currently speeding my limo
through the city, and what would be the best part, the back is soundproof.
To both our benefit the back is soundproof, in times like these that were so frequent. At this very
moment, there were two desperate fans fighting over who got to suck me and for how long. They'd
been going at it, each complaining about how long the other had been keeping my shaft to herself. I
really didn't care. In this case, I was not the one getting pleasure from it. They wanted to ride with me,
I let them. They started unzipping my slacks, I didn't stop them. Apparently sucking cock is their idea of
a good time. I didn't ask for it, but if they wanted to, who was I to stop them?
But as I said, I really didn't care. Despite the feeling of the girls licking and sucking me, the only thing
that was playing in my thoughts was how curious it was that they didn't notice how cold I am. Or the
fact that, no matter how much they touched me, they'd never feel a pulse. Truth be told, despite the
blonde one taking my nine inch length all the way to the base, I was bored. As she bobbed her head, I
occupied myself by listening to the tires and noting how many times they rotated.
"It's my turn, bitch!"
That redhead was a feisty one. Of the two of them, I liked her most, or perhaps I'd be more honest by
saying I disliked her least. I didn't hate them, but I didn't like really like them, so 'dislike least' seems
appropriate.
When the redhead - I think her name was Kira - forced the blonde off my dick and started licking at it
herself, the blonde sat up on the seat with me and pressed her lips to mine. I autonomously went
through the motions of kissing her; licking at her lips, carefully biting her tongue to keep my fangs from
piercing it. It amused me that she had to stop for air from time to time, but not enough to ease the
boredom. Having experienced this all before and being able to repeat it whenever I wanted without
much effort had sort of cheapened it all.
At least they were warm. That was the best thing about these desperate mortals, but also the worst.
They were warm and alive. Their blood flowed in their veins. I could hear it being pumped through
their entangling bodies. It made me thirsty, but they were safe. If I bit them, I'd never get them out of
my life - un-life, whatever. Even worse, if I killed them here, it'd be messy. I'd never get the blood out
of the carpet.
I ran my paws over the blonde's - Alexia's - body, soaking in her warmth. My body was cold, but I
didn't feel it, but when I came in contact with her it was like standing near a bonfire. Effortlessly as it
was with most things, I unfastened her brassiere; some black, lacy Victoria's Secret affair. She took
that as her cue to take off her top and finish removing her bra for me. I ran my paws through the gray
fur on her torso up to her breasts. They were still perfect. Gravity hadn't ravaged her yet. The best
part was that they were real. No plastic surgeon had butchered her yet. She didn't register how cold I
was, but her nipples surely did. My lips curled into about two millimeters of a smile - maybe a smirk.
I didn't make a habit of fucking my fans in the limo. It bored me to no end and the scents left behind
by the mortals could be unbearable at times, but it passed the time. It was about three AM the girls
had been all over me for the past five hours in the limo. Sometimes I forgot about the hypnotic aura
that surrounds me. Even though they'd spent five hours sucking me off and I hadn't came yet, they
wouldn't stop until I ordered them away.
As my mind came back to my body, I realized that somewhere between my thoughts, I'd been further
disrobed and was now being ridden by the redhead - Kira - (I'd really have to learn to use peoples'
names). It was warm and moist inside her, as it was with anyone who'd been in this vehicle. Once
more it amazed me how they didn't pick up on how cold I was. One would think she'd have
immediately pulled herself off my dick and questioned it. I grinned ever so slightly at the thought. Well
who was I to complain that she didn't. At least now I could force myself to cum with more ease and get
them out of my limo. The sun would be up in a couple hours and despite the dark tinted windows, it
would still bother me. I'd have to force my mind to stay with my body so that this would go more
quickly. Already I was drifting away again.
"Oh, Shayney-boy!" Kira screamed, nearing her climax.
When she called out my name, it brought me back enough to know that I had a part to play in this. That
was me - Shayne "Shayney-boy" Montgomery - or at least who they thought I was. Arael was what
anyone older than 500 years would call me. Time to do my part. Autonomously, I placed my paws on
her waist and bucked my hips, thrusting myself deeper into the redhead. My driver made a sharp turn
that I used as an excuse to change positions, moving with the force that would take us to the other
side of the vehicle and put her back on the opposite seat with me on top now. Kira's legs locked
around my waist and I felt what was probably her digging her claws into my back... and ruining one of
my favorite silk shirts...
Suppressing the urge to snap her in two, I continued to play my instrumental role, sighing and
moaning autonomously in all the right places. This was getting more boring. I sat back on my legs and
caught her by the hips, forcing her onto my dick harder and faster as she lay on the seat screaming my
name again. Then I felt it. Finally, I'd be going home soon. I pulled out of her and she sat up, leaning in
close with her friend to get a taste. Shayneyboy had plenty to go around. I stoked my shaft a few
times until I felt the spasm. With a great 'moan' I fired rope after hot sticky rope of foxcum over the
two of their muzzles. My lips curled into two more millimeters of a smirk as they licked their lips.
My driver sped through the dark morning back to the nightclub where we'd picked them up. I'd given
them towels to clean themselves up with and some cash to get a cab to their homes if they did not
have a car there. I sat back with my paws behind my head and started counting the rotations of the
tires again as the limo began to creep away. When they began to walk, I rolled the window up with my
foot. I pressed the button on my side that controlled the divider, letting it down a little. "Maxwell, the
sun won't be up for a while. Take the long way home please." I said. When he nodded, I raised the
divider and lied on the seat.
Seventeen hundred and forty-three rotations of the tires later, one of them blew out. Fuck. I heard
the door open and close. "On it, sir." I heard Maxwell say. By the time he got around to my side, I'd
gotten out and was leaning against the car. "Thank you. Remind me to give you a raise." I told him.
Maxwell really was my favorite mortal. I often entertained thoughts of giving him immortality so that I
could keep him.
He closed his phone and turned to me. "Triple A will be a while. You should go on ahead before the
sun comes up."
It was incredibly convenient that he knew my secret. I didn't trust many mortals, but he was among
the few. I nodded and waited for him to blink. When the old gryphon's eyes closed, I disappeared into
the alleyway he'd parked us in front of. As I slipped into the darkness, my blue eyes ignited in an eerie
glow, changing my vision. Despite the pitch black surrounding me in the alley, I saw everything in the
blue light that burned in my eyes. When I reached the back of the alley, I jumped with such speed that
the bricks didn't even become a blur. The scene around me just disappeared for a moment to be
replaced by a rooftop. I looked around and breathed in the night before blurring cross the top of the
city, barely lingering more than a couple seconds on one building.
I stopped just short of another gap. I felt something. Nothing had touched me, but the energy around
me was disturbed. There was someone up here. I looked around. Even in my enhanced sight, I saw no
one. Strange. I took another deep breath and ran again.
Then it happened. Something hit me, physically this time, knocking the breath out of me and bringing
me crashing down into an alley below. I immediately regained myself and stood up into a low,
defensive crouch. My assailant couldn't be far. If he could hit me at that speed with that much force,
he had to be a vampire. There was no one...
"...Arael..."
My true name... The voice that spoke it was icy, as was the breath of its owner on the back of my neck.
I turned around and slashed my claws against the brick wall, easily tearing through it. "Show yourself!"
I hissed so quickly no mortal could hear me.
"Who's hiding?"
The next thing I knew, I was pressed, no, slammed against the wall. There was a jet black wolf in
naught more than tattered black short holding my off the ground by the throat as he looked me over
with his blazing red eyes. I could only gasp. Bacchus.
I knew him. Indeed, he was vampire, but not just any one. This one was an enemy to our race. I had to
fight. I rolled my back upward and kicked him square in the chest, throwing him off me. Once on the
ground, I rushed at him, only barely visible, even to him. I aimed a kick at his face. That was my biggest
mistake in five hundred years.
Bacchus caught me by the ankle with one incredibly strong paw and swung me around like a ragdoll
before slamming me against another wall. I was dazed, but I could still register what was happening.
He lifted me up off the ground by my belt buckle. His next move scared me more than the sight of
him. The wolf leaned in close to me and brushed his lips against my face, breathing his icy breath on
my ear.
"I really thought you'd give me more trouble finding, 'Shaneyboy'" He breathed, using my nickname
mockingly. "But hear you are, all over billboards and frequenting bars. You've gained quite a bit of
notoriety haven't you?" he said, licking the gold ring in my ear. I shook myself out of the haze and tried
to slash at him again. He caught me by the wrist. "Be a good boy and don't struggle. Maybe you'll
enjoy your last few moments of life..."
I didn't like the sound of that. A quick assessment brought to light that both his paws were occupied
and he only held one of mine. I straightened it out and held it as firmly as I could and brought it down
on his neck as hard as I could, causing him to drop me. The judo chop never failed. Too bad it just
pissed him off.
He stumbled backward, then glared at me. I snarled, baring my fangs and took my low stance once
more. Bacchus smirked and seemed to disappear. I was not that lucky. He made three passes. First, he
shredded my shirt to ribbons that slipped off me in the wind from the second pass, wherein snatched
off my belt, breaking my initial buckle. In the third pass, he was behind me with the belt around my
neck. His arm was locked around. Bacchus's grip was so strong, I couldn't move against his body. He
was the same temperature as I was, so he wasn't exactly cold, but having my back pressed against his
bare chest still had a similar feeling.
"Now hold still, Arael." He whispered to me as if the words were sweet nothings to a lover. "You don't
want this to hurt anymore than it has to, do you?" He slid his paw slowly down my torso to the top of
my slacks.
It couldn't be happening. I was Shayne Montgomery. I was the vampire Arael! None of that was
stopping this... I was once told that Bacchus was once deterred by a victim pleading for his release. I
would not beg. I felt the button of my pants being undone. I'd also heard that once someone struck a
deal with him. I had nothing he wanted. His paws slid into my underwear, rubbing my sheath. I cringed
at the touch. All excuses. I was just too scared to move. The idea that maybe if I was still like he
wanted, and just let him take me, he'd be sated and not kill me. He gently fondled my sac, his touch a
mockery of once that was welcomed.
"P-please...don't..." the fearful word escaped me before I could stop them. At least now I could test
the first theory. It failed.
"Mm...your fear is so... alluring..." he breathed. As the last work fell icily from his lips, he turned his paw
outward an extended his claws. In one motion, he shredded my slacks from me, exposing the rest of
my body to the night air. He squeezed me tighter, pressing his already erect manhood against my
lower back. Then something happened. As if this could be worse, I could feel my own length beginning
to peek out from its hiding place. I tried to will it away, but it was already too late. Bacchus saw it.
"You want me..." he breathed, rubbing my sheath again, coaxing another couple inches of foxcock out.
I squirmed, but he pulled on the belt around my neck. "Don't resist me." He almost hissed, rubbing the
tip of my cock. "I want you to enjoy your last moments..." he said, kissing my neck above and below
the belt he held there.
Bacchus took the paw that was molesting my nether regions and used it to hold the belt in place. He
then took his newly freed paw an stuck three thick fingers into my maw. I knew what was coming. I'd
done it to many willing consorts. I tried to separate my mind from my body as I had with Kira and
Alexia, but it was futile. I was too afraid to relax enough to manage the partial escape. My only
remaining option was to comply now. I wrapped my tongue reluctantly around each digit, covering
them thoroughly with saliva. I could only now make this as easy on myself as I could. I was held there
mentally and physically helpless as he brought his paw down to the base of my tail and slipped the first
thick finger slowly past my tight ring.
I cringed and he licked along my jawline. "Relax..." he whispered. I'd mentally measure that the first
segment of the index finger now working its way inside me was an inch long, but when he spoke, the
wolf's icy breath hazed my thoughts, causing me to lose focus and forget what I was measuring. All I
knew now was the wolf's deathgrip on me and the finger now fully inserted in my tailhole.
Somehow I'd convinced myself that the worst was over, forgetting that I'd personally lubed up three
fingers, not one. I cringed harder than before as the second digit entered me, though this time not as
much from the invasion. Something else became known to me through the mental haze. Bacchus
spoke it before I could think.
"Seems you want this more than you let on, Arael." He said, brushing his lips against my cheek. All nine
inches of my shaft were visible and throbbing once more. I hadn't realized it until now, but the pain
had slowly faded, becoming something reminiscent of pleasure. I felt the third thick finger worming its
way inside. I bit my lips together, but that didn't stop the moan from escaping. I could almost feel the
wolf's grin as he came back to my ear. "I think you're ready now...
The next instant, I was facing the wall behind us. He took the belt from around my neck and used it to
tie my paws to a metal pipe that stretched from the ground top of the building. What disturbed me
the most was that when he took the belt from around my neck, I didn't try to fight or flee. What had
happened to me? I felt him pressing down against my back, forcing me to bend over. He grinded his
crotch against my exposed rear for a moment before he undid his button and zipper. The smell of his
manliness hit me like a train, hazing my thoughts even more. For once, my empowered senses failed
me, smell blinding me. The next thing I felt struck fresh, cold fear in me. I could still measure without
much thought. I measured twelve inches of wolfmeat lying on my lower back as he drooled over it.
Bacchus grabbed me by the hips. "Now don't move..." he said darkly, grinding against me once more
before removing all twelve inches from my back just long enough to line himself up. Slowly, the wolf
pushed his thick shaft inside me. I gritted my teeth to stifle another moan. I could still measure as he
entered me. He was six inches deep before he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Seven
inches...eight inches... moan...nine inches. Ten. He stopped and pulled out again before thrusting in
again and inserting the last two inches. I bit my lips together to keep from screaming in the mix of pain
and pleasure, but he still heard it in my throat. I felt another smirk as he pulled half way out and thrust
in again, this time pulling me against him.
He sped up his thrusts gradually until he was pistoning himself in and out of me without pause.
Bacchus took one paw from my hips and reached around, grabbing my throbbing cock and stroking it in
with his thrusts. I gasped. I'd never heard of this behavior from him. He leaned in to my ear "I told you
I wanted you to enjoy your last moments." He breathed, thrusting harder and faster into me. The line
between pain and pleasure had been completely obliterated and now there was nothing but pleasure.
I gave up biting my lips together and only tried to keep from screaming. I wasn't sure, but the buildings
around us probably housed mortals.
The wolf pulled out of me and I slumped against the pole. What was he up to? He hadn't come. I didn't
feel it. Then I knew. I blinked and he was in front of me, his head between my arms. Bacchus grabbed
me by the waist again and brought me to the ground with him. He sat Indian style on the ground with
me in his lap. I'd lost the battle, so why not go with it now? I wrapped my legs around the wolf's waist
as he lowered me onto his shaft. I used the pole I was bound to and lifted myself from it before
spearing myself once more. He kept his paws on my hips constantly pushing me down further. Soon
he began thrusting up into me as I came down. He gripped my cock once more and stroked it for me
since I couldn't do it myself.
I was incredibly close to my climax, which reminded me that I was just as close to my death. Once
Bacchus was done with me, he was undoubtedly going to kill me. Sunrise was only two hours away
now. He'd surely leave me there to burn. I heard him growl, bringing me back from the thought of my
death. Bacchus was close, I could feel it. His thrusts became erratic and his breathing had turned into
panting, as had my own. I could feel his fully formed knot begging for entry as he squeezed mine in his
paw. That was it for me. I barked out as I streaked his black fur with ribbon after ribbon of fox cum,
then screamed as he forced his knot past my ring and howled into the dark morning as he spasmed
inside me, coating my insides with hot, thick wolf spooge.
We lay their against each other, catching our breath. Well as he'd promised, my last moments of
existence had been phenomenal. I felt him stand up under me and held on weakly, knowing I'd hit the
ground if I let go. What he did next surprised me the most. He reached behind his head and undid my
belt from around my paws. He easily pulled himself free of me, which had to mean we'd been there
for a while; long enough for his knot to shrink. The wolf fastened his pants, smirking at the immense
amount of wolfcum that flooded out of me.
"A-aren't you...gunna..." was all I could manage, but he got what I was asking.
"No. I have something better in mind." He said, holding me in his arms. "I'm going to spare you...and
hunt you down whenever I'm bored." The wolf said, chuckling darkly.
Before I could speak, he had brought me back to the limo. Despite his size, Bacchus was apparently
faster than me. He landed silently on the sunroof and pried it open before slipping in. He looked
around and noticed that the seat on the left side came up. The wolf lifted it, revealing my spare bed,
made like a coffin as a sort of joke about how small a space it was. He dropped me in the coffin and
smirked again. "Sleep tight, Arael. We will meet again..." he said before slamming it shut. I heard the
limo start. Triple A must have taken longer than they should have. Maxwell had never left where we'd
stopped. When we were moving, I counted the rotations of the tires out to about one hundred
seventy-two before the darkness took me and I passed out.