School and Guests
Author's Notes: You know the disclaimer and all of that. It took me a while to finally finish this one...Scaf is my hetero fursona, so he's going to be the only one getting any female tail while I'm writing. I put a lot of effort into this story and elaborated a little on his background. Hope you enjoy! Scaf(c)Me, Carmilla(c)Loveshine and naturally the story is (c)Me. Enjoy Disclaimer: There is some mild NC in this story, but not enough to deem it "rape." School and Guests
- * * It was a late summer's night, nearing the end of summer break. While most might be out, having the last of their parties, or some, resting up for the ever-changing school schedule, Scaf was the exception. "Maybe a bit of a shower, tonight." Scaf mused to himself, standing at his large open window connected to his lavish master-bedroom suite inside of the Crimsonflame manor. "But...just a bit." He smirked in his playful deep sexy tone. He took a minute to stop and reflect, the stars singing down, clustered around a large crescent moon. Then the clouds came...sure enough, it looked like it would storm. Each and every star gave a last final twinkle before the pall of swirling gray inevitably blocked them out. This caused Scaf to grin wide and chide to himself. "But...then again, I could be wrong." He then closed the windows and locked them tight before turning to look at his suite; a beautiful little place. It was much better than his previous apartment, and at no cost to him thanks to his bloodline--The Crimsonflames. The Crimsonflame bloodline was a long and powerful one. They left from some distant planet of Earth and landed in their own out of the way fashion. They seemed to fit right in, perhaps out of adaptation over the years, seeing as how they were most definitely not the only family that left their race's home world. When on said planet, they appeared to be humanoid, smooth skin and everything. But on Earth; in the land of the furres; they looked just their part, morphing uncontrollably into the very furres around them. But some found ways to stop this change, several from his own bloodline as well, though the wonders of magic and technology brought from their planet. It seems to be that the alternative race of their species is determined at birth...and there is really no way to tell without going and testing it first hand. But it proved useful, and the Crimsonflame bloodline and many others like it adapted to the world around them. Scaf, however, was not biologically a Crimsonflame. True, he bore the name "Scaffard Loupe Crimsonflame." But his true origin is a mystery, and a complicated mess of genetics. He was born as he is now, a lean mountain wolf with arctic blue fur with black marks and stripes all about his body; robust and beautiful. With a 6'2" stature and weighing in at 210lbs, he was the fittest, the most sought after, the...sexiest, and the only male in the current Crimsonflame bloodline. He started his life as a Crimsonflame the day he was adopted. Rosie Crimsonflame mistook him for a child, having one too many, and adopted him officially in front of a preacher; though he was old enough to be her husband at the time. He never played the role of the son. He was always a father to her other children and a husband to her, looking out for and taking care of the youngest of the Crimsonflame blood. Ah, blood. And they shared such uncanny similarities too. The line of Crimsonflames was full of queer creatures. All of the Crimsonflames that ever existed were peculiar in their own way. Vampires, demons, half-demons, angels, half-angels, you name it, they had it. That's another reason why Scaf took so well to them. He himself was a half-demon. "ERF!" he grunted, cracking his back on his way over to the small liquor bar in his suite. "Gettin' too old for being an English teacher. Hell! Hah. I haven't even read the assignment I gave the kids over summer break! Ugh...what does it mean when a Professor fails to keep up with his own work?" he groaned to himself, pouring a small glass of brandy. The Crimsonflame family made their living on Earth by starting a school; a very professional and well sought after female only high school. Scaf just so happened to fit the criteria of an English Professor, and without much of a choice, the family hired him shortly after forming a relationship with Rosie. "Suppose I should get on it then...eh?" he mumbled, scooting himself over to his bedside. Once there, Scaf dressed out of his evening robes and climbed into bed with his book; "a Tale of Two Cities." Dickenson was a good author to go by...or so he imagined. He found most of Dickenson's writing very difficult...but nothing impossible. "Hah. I don't know why I bother...half of my classes are all tramps anyway." He paused to sip from his brandy, "They'll all be crowding around my desk asking for extra credit at the end of the semester anyway. Pfft. Oh well. Best not discriminate against my smart students." With that, the lupine donned a pair of reading spectacles and set about his reading. The glasses added a little touch of sexiness to him, in a way that only an experienced mid-twenties man could. It spoke out and said to women that he was intelligent, out there, and curious about life. The hours flew by, and it wasn't long before Scaf was starting to doze off. Twice he woke himself up. "Dammit..." he cursed to the book a moment or two before looking at the bedside clock. "Three in the morning? Shit...I might as well call it a day and just pick up where I left off tomorrow." A beat, "or should I say today?" Scaf marked the page in his book and finished off the last little swig of brandy he had left. He removed the reading glasses and placed them safely next to his glass. He leaned over and blew out the lamp that solely illuminated the room; darkness came. He ran the normal routine. The window was closed, the curtains drawn, the lights in the hall were off, the fireplace near the study end of his suite was out and he had churned the ashes earlier. All was set for sleep. He turned to his left, staring at the empty place next to him in his queen-sized bed. Sorrow filled his heart. "Sleep well, my love." He sighed dreamily, kissing his paw and then touching the pillow softly. Rosie was one of the upper deans of the school. As it was, teaching staff were not allowed to sleep together--at least not on school grounds. Times being as they were, Rosie wanted to get an early start on sleeping apart from him, so they were torn yet again for another school year. It wasn't all that bad though. Time to time they got out and had some fun, but leisure time was spent alone in the Crimsonflame manor. It wasn't much...but it made him wonder if Rose was out there, somewhere, lurking in the halls thinking the same thing. Yes. Surely, she was wishing him a good sleep with a wonderfully wet kiss. This brought a grin to the wolf's muzzle. And so he rolled to his side and closed his eyes, ready for the shroud of sleep to take over him. "Oh I will..." a dark sneaky voice hissed softly. It was female, invisible to his mal-adjusted eyes. Scaf snapped up in the dark, immediately lighting the lamp again. "Who's there?! Show yourself, wretch!" With a spark and a flicker, the room filled with dim illumination. Scaf squinted from the light and peered into the darkness; feralistic low-light vision kicking in. On the opposite side of the room, standing just in front of the fireplace stood a woman dressed in black. Her feet were tucked inside of open-toed black stilettos and her legs wrapped in black nylon stockings. He could just barely make out a skimpy little black skirt hovering just above her thighs--enough to conceal her garters, but short enough to keep one interested. Large bosom kept neat and taut with an extremely sexy vinyl corset with little black flower decorations on it. Around her body was a black cloak, concealing much, but accenting how large her bust really was by showing off the width from the sides. On her head was a black top hat and in her eye, a glass monocle. And then, the mark of her and her alone, the pale white mask she wore over her face. She was a human; a mark of how innocent looking pain and suffering could really be. To all of those that knew her...they didn't want to. At 5'5" and 135lbs, she shaped up to be a typical, hot little hour-glass shaped piece of ass--until you asked her out on the first date. "Carmilla LightningStrike-Parts." He hissed with foul attitude, "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company at this ungodly hour of night?" "Come now, Scaffy dearest!" she teased in shrill tone, "Aren't you glad to see me, hunny wunny?" in an instant she traversed the distance to his bed, squatting over him like a vulture, just inches from his maw. The two stared at each other a long while before Carmilla made another addendum, "What? No good night kiss?" She removed her monocle and hat and set them on an armchair in the study. Just as she was removing her cloak, Scaf tried to get up. "Nuh-uh, Hunny. You're staying PUT!" putting emphasis on her final word, she thrust her hand out at him, using some invisible magical force to press him down into the bed. "Now be a good boy and let your guest make herself at home!" "Oomph! Why are you doing this? What could you possibly want from me, Carmilla?" "Want?" she mused, "Maybe I just want to talk for a while. Did that ever cross your mind?" she asked while removing her cloak and placing it over the armchair, then removing her mask and dropping it on top of said cloak. She had a beautiful face...but a wicked heart. "You never want to 'just talk', 'Milla." "Maybe. But maybe I'm not the only lonely person tonight. Am I right, Scaffard?" she stared daggers at him for what seemed to be minutes. Carmilla worked her way back to the bed, losing her heels along the way and dropping down to her natural height. "So...where shall we start?" she asked, seeming innocent as she flared out her long hair and crawled up onto the vacant side of the queen-sized bed. Scaf turned his head in disdain. "Oh come now, Scaffy darling. Don't do that to me." She cooed sweetly, turning his head back with the alluring touch of a single hand. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you." Scaf's muzzle turned willingly, just several inches from her face. His expression was unsure and confused. "Why should I spill my heart to the likes of you?" "Because, sweetie." She ran her sharp fingernails through his long hair, "You can tell me now, or we can do it the hard way." He couldn't help but chuckle, "The hard way? Isn't that your specialty? Isn't that what you like? C'mon you randy little witch, off with you. No need to hide your true self from me." "S-Scaffard! You...you brute! Don't you ever think that I could be loving and caring, at least once?" Scaf looked into her eyes, innocent, dull silver. Several black and indigo bangs drooped lazily across her visage. She looked real...maybe she was telling the truth. "Alright." He sighed, "I guess I'm just...feeling a little lonely." "Lonely? Oh hunny! You have me! What are you lonely about?" "Not you! Rosie." "Oooh. Banging my distant sister, are we?" she teased. "W-what?! N-no...it's...it's just. I like having her here, with me." "In bed." "Well...yeah!" Carmilla tossed the hair out of her face. "Then you just need a woman's touch, hun." Scaf looked off towards the door, "Yeah, maybe." A long pause took their words away before Carmilla finally made a desperate act. She tugged on the wolf's collar fur to get his attention. "Yeah, what?" he turned his head back, just in time to be attacked by Carmilla's surprise pounce. The little well-endowed woman threw herself on top of Scaf's naked form and planted a big wet kiss right on his muzzle. "Mwah! Hahahaha! You said you wanted to see my wild side tonight, didn't you Scaffie? Well...here it is." She declared, topping herself over his lap and pinning his arms to the bed's headboard with a most unholy force. With his wrists planted there with her magical energy, she was free to remove her hands and let them roam about his broad chest while she teased his chest and neck with kisses. "GAH! Witch! I knew it! I knew you would stab me in the back! Unhand me right now, so help me god, I'll squeeze the life from your body when I am free!" "Oh Scaffie, how could you say such things to your dainty little lover like me?" she grinned sweetly, leaning in to nip him on the lips. "Mm...now then, what form of torture shall we go through tonight? Maybe I'll flog you with my new whip! Or I could practice my acupuncture on you...hehehe. Trust me; it's more like plain old 'puncture.' Hehehe." "Damn you, woman!" An idea popped into Carmilla's head at that time. "Or..." she began, trailing herself down to Scaf's waist. There she immediately snatched his half-aroused sheath and gently stroked it, trying to coax out a boner from the English teacher. "I could always get you to bust a nut on my cute little face..." Scaf couldn't believe what he was hearing, his ears immediately perked and his eyes widened like saucers, "Mm...which should it be...I just don't know." Carmilla unlaced the upper portion of her corset to allow her plush DD breasts to loosen up and eventually jiggle free. Once those were free, she made herself comfy at Scaf's crotch by setting her breasts down on either side of his now fully erect ten inch cock. She planted a soft wet kiss right on the bulbous tip, causing a little eruption of pre-cum to bubble forth to whet her lips. "Oh my!" she cooed, eyes lightning up, "You are delightfully tasty, Scaffie-poo. Mmnn...see how much fun it is when you work with me? Now be a good little boy, stay put, and shut up, and Carmilla will treat you right." "'M...'Milla...nnhh..." Without another word she parted her lips and sank her head down onto his prick, barraging the tip with an onslaught of licks and slurps. Scaf whined weakly and tried desperately to buck up into her. "Ooohhh gods...t-that feels great..." he sighed, resting back against the headboard where his arms were held in place. Carmilla said nothing, she simply shot him a quick glance, then continued sucking. She teased and batted the tip for minutes, milking him of all of the pre he could muster. Scaf, in the mean time, was getting rather restless. He wanted to reach out and caress her head, but he could not. Instead, he protested against her new found way of torture. "'Milla! Nnfh! This is no fair! Chain me to a wall with shackles of will, then refuse to sink lower than the head!" Carmilla looked up at him, but refused to stop kissing and nipping at the tender flesh. "Pfeh...I guess it's true about you humans; can't even hold more than a few inches in your little mouth before you start to cry for it to end. Am I right?" This angered Carmilla, her head shot up immediately, cock still in mouth. Her ghost white cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she stared down the defiant wolf. She looked from him down to his wolfhood below. It didn't look so long from here...she could do it. At least some of it, who said she needed to swallow it all? Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, she lowered herself down bit by bit, gobbling more of his lupine dick into her cock-hungry mouth. "Nnhh...fuck. That's right, you little bitch. Stuff it in. There'll be no reward for you until I hear you gag like a whore." Scaf barked, pressing what limited power he had upon her. She blushed again, but fought through it. Her hands pressed softly on her bosoms, pressing each plush tit on either side of his shaft, trapping it in place. It was about five inches down now, but it was nearing the back of her throat. She didn't know what more to do, she panicked and pushed her face down, smooshing herself into her tits. His cock pressed forward and tapped against her esophagus. Next came the sound-- A loud guttural "GWLEEECK" spat itself out from her mouth. All at once; Scaf's back arched, his tail fur stood on end, the suspended arms wrenched and shook violently. He needed release. He had it. His veiny cock pulsed in her mouth and released a large spill of hot creamy cum that shot against her throat in long ropes. This time, Carmilla suppressed the gag, but held herself in place to drink it all. It seemed like minutes before his intense orgasm was finally finished. Finally Carmilla could lift herself off. She rose back up, wiped the spit from her lips, and panted softly as she coaxed the last drops out of his shaft, licking the pearly white beads up and tasting his sullen sugary taste. "Mmm...Scaffie, you really must watch what you eat, you can affect your little swimmers, you know." She teased, cleaning herself off. Scaf was still slightly dazed from the orgasm, but still shifting about. "W...why do you think I eat so many sweets?" "Because you have an insatiable sweet-tooth, my dear." "A sweet-tooth...haha, of course." Carmilla stood up to get a towel from his master bathroom. "I don't suppose you'll let me down now?" "Oh heavens!" she remarked, wiping her chest off as she returned. In her off hand she had a tiny little pair of wet blue panties, "Why ever would I do something like that?" Scaf blinked back and forth between the panties and the slight run of juices running down her legs. "Y-you can't be serious, can you?" he paused, then eagerly correcting himself, "I-I mean...you can't honestly expect me to love you properly, like a gentleman, when I'm all hung up, can you?" "Mm...I suppose not." She mused, flicking the underwear over her shoulder, "Well...I guess we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" Carmilla made it back to the bed where she crawled back on top of Scaffard, sitting her now bare-bottom just above his towering wet cock. Extending her arms, she placed both hands on his wrists and looked him straight in the eyes. "If I let you down, will you promise to be a naughty little boy?" Scaf shot her a glance and a grin. She smiled crookedly in reply. "Good." And with that, she released him from his bonds. In a flash, as soon as his arms were free, he snatched his frail companion by the arms and threw her down onto the bed next to himself while he clambered on top. Pinning her wrists to the bed, Scaf stuffed his muzzle between her thick luscious breasts, enjoying their warm feel, their tangy scent, and their salty-sweat taste. "Mm...Carmilla. You will have the honor of entertaining me all night." "Uhn. Mnn..." Carmilla moaned as he pushed himself onto her, "Oo...there you are, Scaffie. I was wondering when you'd step up and put me in my place." She smiled sweetly, blushing a soft crimson. Scaf wasn't sure what to think. Were all of her past tortures and teases just a cry for attention? Carmilla leaned her neck out and gave his muzzle a sultry kiss and a lick. "C'mon, big boy. Mount up." She directed. Scaf wasted no time getting ready. He slid his hips up against hers, but her legs locked tight. "Oh what now?" he grumbled. "It's not that easy, Scaffie." She glowered, squinting stoically at him. "You've got to work for it. Go on; show me how much you want it." Scaf looked between her trapped-shut legs and her visage. "Fuck'an..." Scaf came eye-to-eye with her once more, "You just want to get a jolly out of me raping you, don't you?" "Oh, haha! Whatever could you mean, Darling?" she smiled toothily, "Why ever would I want to be raped?" Scaf stared long and hard at her a moment. He removed his left paw from her wrist and replaced it firmly on her throat. Carmilla promptly choked. "So then...if you want to be my bitch, then you will." He growled as he locked lips with her and spat a large slosh of his saliva past her lips that drooled out of the corners of her smaller human mouth. As Scaffard leaned back from Carmilla's face, he got a fine view of his little bitch choking on his saliva, baffled and confused. His paws now clamped themselves on her knees and spread them forcefully with ease. He pushed her skirt up and aligned his cock tip with her tight wet pussy lips. Carmilla leaned up with alarm as she had just finished swallowing his previous mess to see the wild lust burning in his eyes. Without a word he inserted the tip and pushed all the way in, ramming himself against her. An immediate torrent of shock and pleasure ran through each of them. Scaf found his achingly hard cock surrounded with the warm moist walls of a tight pussy like he had never experienced before, while Carmilla had to combine her pleasure with a sum of pain; both screamed loud and shrill. As Scaf gathered himself back again for the sequence to begin, he noticed a small trickle of red coming from Carmilla's slit. Scaf exchanged glances with Carmilla. She knew exactly what he had seen and blushed in an instant. "C...Carmilla. I never knew...I...it didn't have to be like this." "Nh...O...oh shut up, Scaffard Loupe Crimsonflame." A beat, "Fuck me like your bitch..." Scaf's face retained the stern, determined look before and snatched the human by her knee-pits with his paws. He slowly withdrew every painful inch from her pussy, leaving her shivering and stammering ecstatically. "Now then, Slut." He spat down at her, nailing her right across the bridge of her nose, "You're going to be a little she-wolf whore when I'm done with you." He growled as he stuffed all ten inches back inside. Her body shook violently against the bed, her head pushing against the pillows that cushioned her fall against the head board. A queer wail whined itself from her vocals as her beloved mind-toy had his way with her, dispelling her virginity forever. "Oh! Oh Scaf! Do it again! Do it again!" she cried, begging like a child at an amusement park. The large wolf granted her wish with a soft grunt and another thrust. An upwelling of cries and moans filled the hallway of the manor. Normally, Scaf might worry, but Rose was sleeping in their normal bedroom chamber...downstairs two floors. "Nnh. How long?" he barked at her. She responded with a blank, flushed stare. "How long have you teased me for this?" he pulled out, grinding his firm bulbous tip against her tiny humanoid lips. "I...Scaf...erm..." "Long enough." he responded for her as he stuffed the tip back in. He started a slow, but brutal course into her. Carmilla wrapped her arms around the lupine's neck, raking her sharp fingertips through his bed-messed auburn locks. She puffed up her chest and panted sharply and quickly, her pulse becoming ecstatic. Little peeping whines ground themselves out of her chest as she fought for words and control of her body. Scaf pressed on, his pace increasing, not only rocking the bed, but making it jump several inches forward and back again; despite the cumbersome lavish overhang. "Oohh shit!" he growled through tightly clenched teeth. "Oh no. Oh no, Scaffie, don't go now. Not inside. Stop Scaffie!" she pleaded, finding herself also near her climax. Scaf gave a sudden burst of rapid succession pumps into the tight moist orafice, her screaming and virgin contractions only egging on his release. He pushed and shoved, dominating her in the most primitive of ways. She shrieked out as a sudden pall of delight ran over her body. Tingling in her fingertips and cold breeze on her nipples, warm velvet on her lips met his in one final tongue-twisting kiss. For his finale, he pulled from her juicy snatch and stuffed his throbbing phallus between her thighs, to which she promptly clamped shut around him. With a deep growl through their twixed mouths, he sprayed several hot gooey ropes about her tummy, making her bosom and abs a canvas for which he strew his tasty artwork upon. The bedside lamp told the time, as it was soon after ousted by lack of wick. The two lovers laid there in the dark for a while. "Scaffie?" "...Yes, Carmilla?" "...You're crushing me." she squeaked out from around the wolf's hulking body. "Oh!" he quickly retorted, lifting himself up to his knees. "Nnh...sorry...it's just...been a while since I've gotten that--heh--worn out." She giggled with genial delight. "It's alright. But..." she looked at the clock, "I really must go...I have to be somewhere." "Well...alright. At least shower up before you leave." She smiled warmly. "I will." "So...will we ever have meetings like this again?" "Heh...heheheheh..." she snickered menacingly, "that all depends on how much I want to torture you, doesn't it, lover boy?" The calamity never stops with that one.