{"sf1_id":142628,"sf2_id":"Xek9xd5n","title":"Nightfall - 1. Near Death Experience","author":"Judah Vishas","words":3962,"posted_at":"2010-04-30T22:57:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","First Person","Fox","Gay","M/F","M/M","Oral","Rape","Story Series","Vaginal","Vampire","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/142628-nightfall-1-near-death-experience","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xek9xd5n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/51/62/51620212-cd16-49c1-bbfc-a76fe6bf27ae","description":"","content":"I have everything anyone could want.\u0026nbsp; I'm a beautiful silver fox. I'm tall and slim enough to be a model  \n- which I am - and athletic enough to be any drafter's top pick - which I'd never waste my time with.  \nThe best part, of course, being that I'll never lose these things.\u0026nbsp; I'll never die as long as I never stand in  \ndirect sunlight. I am a vampire. I have enough money from my eternal life to buy any city I want,  \npeople included, but that's not my favorite part. I have a driver who is currently speeding my limo  \nthrough the city, and what would be the best part, the back is soundproof.  \n  \nTo both our benefit the back is soundproof, in times like these that were so frequent. At this very  \nmoment, there were two desperate fans fighting over who got to suck me and for how long. They'd  \nbeen going at it, each complaining about how long the other had been keeping my shaft to herself. I  \nreally didn't care. In this case, I was not the one getting pleasure from it. They wanted to ride with me,  \nI let them. They started unzipping my slacks, I didn't stop them. Apparently sucking cock is their idea of  \na good time. I didn't ask for it, but if they wanted to, who was I to stop them?  \nBut as I said, I really didn't care. Despite the feeling of the girls licking and sucking me, the only thing  \nthat was playing in my thoughts was how curious it was that they didn't notice how cold I am. Or the  \nfact that, no matter how much they touched me, they'd never feel a pulse. Truth be told, despite the  \nblonde one taking my nine inch length all the way to the base, I was bored. As she bobbed her head, I  \noccupied myself by listening to the tires and noting how many times they rotated.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It's my turn, bitch!\"  \n  \nThat redhead was a feisty one. Of the two of them, I liked her most, or perhaps I'd be more honest by  \nsaying I disliked her least. I didn't hate them, but I didn't like really like them, so 'dislike least' seems  \nappropriate.  \n  \nWhen the redhead - I think her name was Kira - forced the blonde off my dick and started licking at it  \nherself, the blonde sat up on the seat with me and pressed her lips to mine. I autonomously went  \nthrough the motions of kissing her; licking at her lips, carefully biting her tongue to keep my fangs from  \npiercing it. It amused me that she had to stop for air from time to time, but not enough to ease the  \nboredom. Having experienced this all before and being able to repeat it whenever I wanted without  \nmuch effort had sort of cheapened it all.  \n  \nAt least they were warm. That was the best thing about these desperate mortals, but also the worst.  \nThey were warm and alive. Their blood flowed in their veins. I could hear it being pumped through  \ntheir entangling bodies. It made me thirsty, but they were safe. If I bit them, I'd never get them out of  \nmy life - un-life, whatever. Even worse, if I killed them here, it'd be messy. I'd never get the blood out  \nof the carpet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I ran my paws over the blonde's - Alexia's - body, soaking in her warmth.\u0026nbsp; My body was cold, but I  \ndidn't feel it, but when I came in contact with her it was like standing near a bonfire. Effortlessly as it  \nwas with most things, I unfastened her brassiere; some black, lacy Victoria's Secret affair. She took  \nthat as her cue to take off her top and finish removing her bra for me. I ran my paws through the gray  \nfur on her torso up to her breasts. They were still perfect. Gravity hadn't ravaged her yet. The best  \npart was that they were real. No plastic surgeon had butchered her yet. She didn't register how cold I  \nwas, but her nipples surely did. My lips curled into about two millimeters of a smile - maybe a smirk.  \nI didn't make a habit of fucking my fans in the limo. It bored me to no end and the scents left behind  \nby the mortals could be unbearable at times, but it passed the time. It was about three AM the girls  \nhad been all over me for the past five hours in the limo. Sometimes I forgot about the hypnotic aura  \nthat surrounds me. Even though they'd spent five hours sucking me off and I hadn't came yet, they  \nwouldn't stop until I ordered them away.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As my mind came back to my body, I realized that somewhere between my thoughts, I'd been further  \ndisrobed and was now being ridden by the redhead - Kira - (I'd really have to learn to use peoples'  \nnames).\u0026nbsp; It was warm and moist inside her, as it was with anyone who'd been in this vehicle. Once  \nmore it amazed me how they didn't pick up on how cold I was. One would think she'd have  \nimmediately pulled herself off my dick and questioned it. I grinned ever so slightly at the thought. Well  \nwho was I to complain that she didn't. At least now I could force myself to cum with more ease and get  \nthem out of my limo. The sun would be up in a couple hours and despite the dark tinted windows, it  \nwould still bother me.\u0026nbsp; I'd have to force my mind to stay with my body so that this would go more  \nquickly. Already I was drifting away again.  \n  \n\"Oh, Shayney-boy!\" Kira screamed, nearing her climax.  \n  \nWhen she called out my name, it brought me back enough to know that I had a part to play in this. That  \nwas me - Shayne \"Shayney-boy\" Montgomery - or at least who they thought I was. Arael was what  \nanyone older than 500 years would call me. Time to do my part. Autonomously, I placed my paws on  \nher waist and bucked my hips, thrusting myself deeper into the redhead. My driver made a sharp turn  \nthat I used as an excuse to change positions, moving with the force that would take us to the other  \nside of the vehicle and put her back on the opposite seat with me on top now. Kira's legs locked  \naround my waist and I felt what was probably her digging her claws into my back... and ruining one of  \nmy favorite silk shirts...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suppressing the urge to snap her in two, I continued to play my instrumental role, sighing and  \nmoaning autonomously in all the right places.\u0026nbsp; This was getting more boring. I sat back on my legs and  \ncaught her by the hips, forcing her onto my dick harder and faster as she lay on the seat screaming my  \nname again. Then I felt it. Finally, I'd be going home soon.\u0026nbsp; I pulled out of her and she sat up, leaning in  \nclose with her friend to get a taste.\u0026nbsp; Shayneyboy had plenty to go around. I stoked my shaft a few  \ntimes until I felt the spasm. With a great 'moan' I fired rope after hot sticky rope of foxcum over the  \ntwo of their muzzles. My lips curled into two more millimeters of a smirk as they licked their lips.\n\nMy driver sped through the dark morning back to the nightclub where we'd picked them up. I'd given  \nthem towels to clean themselves up with and some cash to get a cab to their homes if they did not  \nhave a car there. I sat back with my paws behind my head and started counting the rotations of the  \ntires again as the limo began to creep away. When they began to walk, I rolled the window up with my  \nfoot.\u0026nbsp; I pressed the button on my side that controlled the divider, letting it down a little. \"Maxwell, the  \nsun won't be up for a while. Take the long way home please.\" I said. When he nodded, I raised the  \ndivider and lied on the seat.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Seventeen hundred and forty-three rotations of the tires later, one of them blew out. Fuck. I heard  \nthe door open and close. \"On it, sir.\" I heard Maxwell say. By the time he got around to my side, I'd  \ngotten out and was leaning against the car. \"Thank you. Remind me to give you a raise.\" I told him.  \nMaxwell really was my favorite mortal. I often entertained thoughts of giving him immortality so that I  \ncould keep him.  \n  \nHe closed his phone and turned to me. \"Triple A will be a while. You should go on ahead before the  \nsun comes up.\"  \n  \nIt was incredibly convenient that he knew my secret. I didn't trust many mortals, but he was among  \nthe few. I nodded and waited for him to blink. When the old gryphon's eyes closed, I disappeared into  \nthe alleyway he'd parked us in front of.\u0026nbsp; As I slipped into the darkness, my blue eyes ignited in an eerie  \nglow, changing my vision. Despite the pitch black surrounding me in the alley, I saw everything in the  \nblue light that burned in my eyes. When I reached the back of the alley, I jumped with such speed that  \nthe bricks didn't even become a blur. The scene around me just disappeared for a moment to be  \nreplaced by a rooftop. I looked around and breathed in the night before blurring cross the top of the  \ncity, barely lingering more than a couple seconds on one building.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I stopped just short of another gap. I felt something. Nothing had touched me, but the energy around  \nme was disturbed. There was someone up here. I looked around. Even in my enhanced sight, I saw no  \none. Strange. I took another deep breath and ran again.  \n  \nThen it happened. Something hit me, physically this time, knocking the breath out of me and bringing  \nme crashing down into an alley below. I immediately regained myself and stood up into a low,  \ndefensive crouch. My assailant couldn't be far. If he could hit me at that speed with that much force,  \nhe had to be a vampire. There was no one...  \n  \n\"...Arael...\"  \n  \nMy true name... The voice that spoke it was icy, as was the breath of its owner on the back of my neck.  \nI turned around and slashed my claws against the brick wall, easily tearing through it. \"Show yourself!\"  \nI hissed so quickly no mortal could hear me.  \n  \n\"Who's hiding?\"  \n  \nThe next thing I knew, I was pressed, no, slammed against the wall. There was a jet black wolf in  \nnaught more than tattered black short holding my off the ground by the throat as he looked me over  \nwith his blazing red eyes. I could only gasp.\u0026nbsp; Bacchus.  \nI knew him. Indeed, he was vampire, but not just any one. This one was an enemy to our race. I had to  \nfight.\u0026nbsp; I rolled my back upward and kicked him square in the chest, throwing him off me. Once on the  \nground, I rushed at him, only barely visible, even to him. I aimed a kick at his face. That was my biggest  \nmistake in five hundred years.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bacchus caught me by the ankle with one incredibly strong paw and swung me around like a ragdoll  \nbefore slamming me against another wall. I was dazed, but I could still register what was happening.  \nHe lifted me up off the ground by my belt buckle. His next move scared me more than the sight of  \nhim. The wolf leaned in close to me and brushed his lips against my face, breathing his icy breath on  \nmy ear.  \n  \n\"I really thought you'd give me more trouble finding, 'Shaneyboy'\" He breathed, using my nickname  \nmockingly. \"But hear you are, all over billboards and frequenting bars. You've gained quite a bit of  \nnotoriety haven't you?\" he said, licking the gold ring in my ear. I shook myself out of the haze and tried  \nto slash at him again. He caught me by the wrist. \"Be a good boy and don't struggle. Maybe you'll  \nenjoy your last few moments of life...\"  \n  \nI didn't like the sound of that. A quick assessment brought to light that both his paws were occupied  \nand he only held one of mine. I straightened it out and held it as firmly as I could and brought it down  \non his neck as hard as I could, causing him to drop me. The judo chop never failed. Too bad it just  \npissed him off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He stumbled backward, then glared at me. I snarled, baring my fangs and took my low stance once  \nmore. Bacchus smirked and seemed to disappear. I was not that lucky. He made three passes. First, he  \nshredded my shirt to ribbons that slipped off me in the wind from the second pass, wherein snatched  \noff my belt, breaking my initial buckle. In the third pass, he was behind me with the belt around my  \nneck. His arm was locked around. Bacchus's grip was so strong, I couldn't move against his body. He  \nwas the same temperature as I was, so he wasn't exactly cold, but having my back pressed against his  \nbare chest still had a similar feeling.  \n  \n\"Now hold still, Arael.\" He whispered to me as if the words were sweet nothings to a lover. \"You don't  \nwant this to hurt anymore than it has to, do you?\" He slid his paw slowly down my torso to the top of  \nmy slacks.  \n  \nIt couldn't be happening. I was Shayne Montgomery. I was the vampire Arael! None of that was  \nstopping\u0026nbsp; this... I was once told that Bacchus was once deterred by a victim pleading for his release. I  \nwould not beg.\u0026nbsp; I felt the button of my pants being undone. I'd also heard that once someone struck a  \ndeal with him. I had nothing he wanted. His paws slid into my underwear, rubbing my sheath. I cringed  \nat the touch. All excuses. I was just too scared to move. The idea that maybe if I was still like he  \nwanted, and just let him take me, he'd be sated and not kill me. He gently fondled my sac, his touch a  \nmockery of once that was welcomed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"P-please...don't...\" the fearful word escaped me before I could stop them. At least now I could test  \nthe first theory. It failed.  \n  \n\"Mm...your fear is so... alluring...\" he breathed. As the last work fell icily from his lips, he turned his paw  \noutward an extended his claws. In one motion, he shredded my slacks from me, exposing the rest of  \nmy body to the night air. He squeezed me tighter, pressing his already erect manhood against my  \nlower back. Then something happened. As if this could be worse, I could feel my own length beginning  \nto peek out from its hiding place. I tried to will it away, but it was already too late. Bacchus saw it.  \n\"You want me...\" he breathed, rubbing my sheath again, coaxing another couple inches of foxcock out.  \nI squirmed, but he pulled on the belt around my neck. \"Don't resist me.\" He almost hissed, rubbing the  \ntip of my cock. \"I want you to enjoy your last moments...\" he said, kissing my neck above and below  \nthe belt he held there.  \n  \nBacchus took the paw that was molesting my nether regions and used it to hold the belt in place. He  \nthen took his newly freed paw an stuck three thick fingers into my maw. I knew what was coming. I'd  \ndone it to many willing consorts. I tried to separate my mind from my body as I had with Kira and  \nAlexia, but it was futile. I was too afraid to relax enough to manage the partial escape. My only  \nremaining option was to comply now. I wrapped my tongue reluctantly around each digit, covering  \nthem thoroughly with saliva. I could only now make this as easy on myself as I could.\u0026nbsp; I was held there  \nmentally and physically helpless as he brought his paw down to the base of my tail and slipped the first  \nthick finger slowly past my tight ring.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I cringed and he licked along my jawline. \"Relax...\" he whispered. I'd mentally measure that the first  \nsegment of the index finger now working its way inside me was an inch long, but when he spoke, the  \nwolf's icy breath hazed my thoughts, causing me to lose focus and forget what I was measuring. All I  \nknew now was the wolf's deathgrip on me and the finger now fully inserted in my tailhole.  \nSomehow I'd convinced myself that the worst was over, forgetting that I'd personally lubed up three  \nfingers, not one. I cringed harder than before as the second digit entered me, though this time not as  \nmuch from the invasion. Something else became known to me through the mental haze. Bacchus  \nspoke it before I could think.  \n  \n\"Seems you want this more than you let on, Arael.\" He said, brushing his lips against my cheek. All nine  \ninches of my shaft were visible and throbbing once more. I hadn't realized it until now, but the pain  \nhad slowly faded, becoming something reminiscent of pleasure. I felt the third thick finger worming its  \nway inside. I bit my lips together, but that didn't stop the moan from escaping. I could almost feel the  \nwolf's grin as he came back to my ear. \"I think you're ready now...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The next instant, I was facing the wall behind us. He took the belt from around my neck and used it to  \ntie my paws to a metal pipe that stretched from the ground top of the building. What disturbed me  \nthe most was that when he took the belt from around my neck, I didn't try to fight or flee. What had  \nhappened to me? I felt him pressing down against my back, forcing me to bend over. He grinded his  \ncrotch against my exposed rear for a moment before he undid his button and zipper. The smell of his  \nmanliness hit me like a train, hazing my thoughts even more. For once, my empowered senses failed  \nme, smell blinding me. The next thing I felt struck fresh, cold fear in me. I could still measure without  \nmuch thought. I measured twelve inches of wolfmeat lying on my lower back as he drooled over it.  \nBacchus grabbed me by the hips. \"Now don't move...\" he said darkly, grinding against me once more  \nbefore removing all\u0026nbsp; twelve inches from my back just long enough to line himself up. Slowly, the wolf  \npushed his thick shaft inside me. I gritted my teeth to stifle another moan. I could still measure as he  \nentered me. He was six inches deep before he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Seven  \ninches...eight inches... moan...nine inches. Ten. He stopped and pulled out again before thrusting in  \nagain and inserting the last two inches. I bit my lips together to keep from screaming in the mix of pain  \nand pleasure, but he still heard it in my throat. I felt another smirk as he pulled half way out and thrust  \nin again, this time pulling me against him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He sped up his thrusts gradually until he was pistoning himself in and out of me without pause.  \nBacchus took one paw from my hips and reached around, grabbing my throbbing cock and stroking it in  \nwith his thrusts. I gasped. I'd never heard of this behavior from him. He leaned in to my ear \"I told you  \nI wanted you to enjoy your last moments.\" He breathed, thrusting harder and faster into me. The line  \nbetween pain and pleasure had been completely obliterated and now there was nothing but pleasure.  \nI gave up biting my lips together and only tried to keep from screaming. I wasn't sure, but the buildings  \naround us probably housed mortals.  \n  \nThe wolf pulled out of me and I slumped against the pole. What was he up to? He hadn't come. I didn't  \nfeel it. Then I knew. I blinked and he was in front of me, his head between my arms. Bacchus grabbed  \nme by the waist again and brought me to the ground with him. He sat Indian style on the ground with  \nme in his lap. I'd lost the battle, so why not go with it now? I wrapped my legs around the wolf's waist  \nas he lowered me onto his shaft. I used the pole I was bound to and lifted myself from it before  \nspearing myself once more. He kept his paws on my hips constantly pushing me down further. Soon  \nhe began thrusting up into me as I came down.\u0026nbsp; He gripped my cock once more and stroked it for me  \nsince I couldn't do it myself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was incredibly close to my climax, which reminded me that I was just as close to my death. Once  \nBacchus was done with me, he was undoubtedly going to kill me. Sunrise was only two hours away  \nnow. He'd surely leave me there to burn. I heard him growl, bringing me back from the thought of my  \ndeath. Bacchus was close, I could feel it. His thrusts became erratic and his breathing had turned into  \npanting, as had my own. I could feel his fully formed knot begging for entry as he squeezed mine in his  \npaw. That was it for me. I barked out as I streaked his black fur with ribbon after ribbon of fox cum,  \nthen screamed as he forced his knot past my ring and howled into the dark morning as he spasmed  \ninside me, coating my insides with hot, thick wolf spooge.  \n  \nWe lay their against each other, catching our breath. Well as he'd promised, my last moments of  \nexistence had been phenomenal. I felt him stand up under me and held on weakly, knowing I'd hit the  \nground if I let go. What he did next surprised me the most. He reached behind his head and undid my  \nbelt from around my paws.\u0026nbsp; He easily pulled himself free of me, which had to mean we'd been there  \nfor a while; long enough for his knot to shrink. The wolf fastened his pants, smirking\u0026nbsp; at the\u0026nbsp; immense  \namount of wolfcum that flooded out of me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"A-aren't you...gunna...\" was all I could manage, but he got what I was asking.  \n\"No. I have something better in mind.\" He said, holding me in his arms. \"I'm going to spare you...and  \nhunt you down whenever I'm bored.\" The wolf said, chuckling darkly.  \n  \nBefore I could speak, he had brought me back to the limo. Despite his size, Bacchus was apparently  \nfaster than me. He landed silently on the sunroof and pried it open before slipping in. He looked  \naround and noticed that the seat on the left side came up. The wolf lifted it, revealing my spare bed,  \nmade like a coffin as a sort of joke about how small a space it was. He dropped me in the coffin and  \nsmirked again. \"Sleep tight, Arael.\u0026nbsp; We will meet again...\" he said before slamming it shut. I heard the  \nlimo start. Triple A must have taken longer than they should have. Maxwell had never left where we'd  \nstopped. When we were moving, I counted the rotations of the tires out to about one hundred  \nseventy-two before the darkness took me and I passed out.  \n  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/144100-nightfall-2-obsessed.json"}