Dystopian Passion: Werewolves & Vampires (erotic eBook teaser)
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Just because the world has crumbled into ruin and dystopia is nigh does not mean that there is a lack of passion left in the world. Yet it is a harsh, cruel environment - one where only the strongest survive, no matter where they are in the world.
Thus, it is near a cruelty that a vampire and a werewolf from opposite factions, their gangs opposed to one another, fall in love. They should never work, not the vampire fox and the werewolf but they do, somehow, in a world where nothing works.
In the warming, dying rays of the evening sun, the pair come together in lust and passion, showing one another exactly what they mean in their heart...
Thank you for reading! This story is 2000 words long and a taste of my longer works. It is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commissio!
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If you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!https://alismitsy.wordpress.com/
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Dystopian Passion
Werewolves & Vampires
"Ah... Oh, Lou... I... I don't think..."
But the werewolf blushed as his vampire lover playfully pinned him back against one of the many broken-down buildings in the city. There, finding a place that wasn't in a dystopian state of disrepair, though they said it "wasn't the apocalypse" was unlikely to happen - and if anyone did they were more likely than not to deface it in some way. There were more than enough bombs and items of destruction available on the black market and the open market those days, gang wars breaking out, taking over towns and cities, fighting for territory.
Such was the battle of living in a dystopia... Yet love too could be found there.
Lou smirked, the fox vampire grinning, fangs flashing in the dying rays of the sun. The werewolf with brown fur and a slightly hunched-over posture, Carson, was a good head and shoulders taller than her, though that had never bothered her in the slightest. It did not temper her playful control over him, though that was all soft in their relationship, something that did not come with the bitter bite of gang warfare.
But they were...in rival gangs. That posed a problem.
But not that evening, not as the sunset cast rich orange and crimson shades across the wreck of the city, her teeth nipping at his neck without drawing blood. Lou smirked, palming her paw down over the bulge of his crotch, watching how it rose to attention even through his ripped trousers, how they hung over his strong, muscled thighs. The red fox should not have been able to hold a candle to him physically, though the white tip of her tail and how it cut down from the underside of her jaw, dipping into her low neckline set off the bright hue of her fur in a way that nothing else ever could.
Carson shuddered, though he let her mount him, clinging to his shoulders, his back to the wall. A gun fell to his side, though it was only there, for him, for self-defence at a distance: something that werewolves were not all that good at, to be fair. Close-range combat was more their thing, but he would never utilise anything at all like that, not against her, never against her. He moaned as she kissed him, eagerly slipping his long, flexible tongue into her muzzle in turn, though he knew well enough what his illicit lover wanted.
Even though the fox was not of his gang...he didn't care. He was so sick to death of war and fighting and gangs that went up against one another without really knowing why they were doing it. Society had crumbled, though there were still ways to access technology, so much reserved for the obnoxiously rich that they had all been left behind.
But that was fine, a grunt rising in the back of his throat as his hard-on throbbed and ached. He held her tightly in his arms, even with Lou's legs wrapped around his waist, sweeping her down to the ground, only to fumble at freeing his erection. The fox stretched out deliciously, her crop top riding up even higher to expose more of her creamy white belly.
"I see you have a package for me, stud..." She all but purred. "Why don't you bring that down here and make me forget all about the last raid, huh?"
Carson barked a short laugh, a hot pole of wolf-flesh throbbing into his paw, stroking it lightly, though it had already pushed from his sheath to full attention. His balls were left tucked back inside his trousers and undergarments, though he was swift to help Lou out of her trousers too, the tightly fitted, stretchy fabric a pain in the arse to wrestle down off her legs, boots off and all.
Yet she allowed it, arching up to meet him when they were off and spreading her knees apart, welcoming him in against her and exposing the pink slit of her pussy. The werewolf growled, diving between her legs, though his tongue lashed out keenly, swiping over it, delving inside, drinking in her sweetness as if it was the only life-giving nectar that he would ever need again in his life. Her moans carried softly, all to his ears and his ears alone, but he drove his tongue into her, curling it up against the spot where he knew her G-spot was.
There was no sense in not pleasing her, not when his heart beautifully brimmed over with adoration for her. Fuck the world, fuck the dystopia - all Carson ever wanted was to be in that moment with her, always and forever. Nothing else would make him happy or happier, for it was where he needed to be, her cream dancing on his tongue as he lapped deeply, scooping it into his muzzle with great thanks.
He whimpered against her, the fox's hips rising, grinding her pussy more and more urgently against his nose as if she too was losing control. Lou cursed under her breath, legs shaking, and he loved that he could draw on that for her, to make her feel as if she was slipping from some sense of reality too, the sense of control that, before, she had clung to so viciously.
"Oh... Yes... Yes, more... Carson..."
She breathed out his name as if it was a promise, but the werewolf needed more, so much more. They had their own powers and specialities, which was perhaps why they had survived as long as they had in a dystopian world, though there were others too that could do what they did. Lycans were powerful, yes, but so were vampires - and being able to sustain herself on blood and not merely food was what had gotten Lou to where she was.
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Thank you for reading! This story is 2000 words long and a taste of my longer works. It is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commissio!
Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1322803
Commissio:https://commiss.io/listings/dJ90
Thank you for reading!
If you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!
https://alismitsy.wordpress.com/
All new releases will be announced via my Twitter account!
@alismitsy
I am also available for custom stories, tailored to your preferred nuances and characters. Please e-mail the following address for further information.
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