Blood
Urek slowly ran his hands up the fox's body, eventually wrapping his arms about her shoulders. She turned and licked his face, and he smiled back at her. He buried his muzzle into her neck, licking it. Moaning a bit, she turned her head away from his, exposing the whole of her neck. Urek smiled again.
"Thank you." He said.
She was just turning to question him when his teeth sank into her neck. She let out a small 'oh', as blood spurted from her jugular. Urek smiled devilishly as he started to drink her blood, letting the scalding hot liquid spurt into his throat. When her neck bled no more, he let her body fall to the floor.
He looked around the place where he had been living for his whole life. It was a blown out factory, with lots of pillars and huge, empty spaces. He had chosen the smallest room, one floor below the 13th, which was the topmost floor, in the eastern corner, for him to live, leaving the massive space not 15 feet above for his 'project.'
There was a rustling near the stairway, and Urek flashed his dangerously innocent smile again. The male companion of his latest victim was approaching, and he was still hungry. Leaping upwards, he concealed himself in the shadows of the ceiling.
The male charged into sight, but stopped dead as soon as he saw the flood of moonlight fall onto his girlfriend. Urek started to salivate. A horse! They had so much blood! He dropped down behind his target, just as the horse dropped down next to the blood-soaked fox.
"It's a pity..." Urek said, crouching behind the massive horse.
The horse jumped, and whirled about. His eyes took in the wolf before him, the blood, still steaming, on his face, neck, and chest. They widened, and his mouth dropped open.
"...That so much of her blood spilled across the floor..."
The horse gasped, and his features were contorted by anger.
"...For then, I would not have to breach you as well!" Urek leaped up, bowling the equine over into a wall. In a split second, the horse found himself manacled to the wall.
"But that, my hot-blooded friend, can wait. For now, I leave you to watch her body rot, along with the rest of this world." Urek flashed him his trademark smile, and the horse knew then that he was insane.
A while later Urek returned, this time breathing heavily and raggedly. He was dragging a massively long chain behind him, and smiling manically all the way. The horse started to struggle against his bonds, but they held fast.
"Now, you will know true pain, fruit-eater!" Urek snarled.
He stopped on a ledge above the horse, raised the chain, whipped it forward and snapped it back. The heavy metal smacked into the flesh of the horse, lancing across his chest and legs. He screamed, his eyes bugging out of his head, throat constricting. He couldn't breathe; his vision swam; only to return in full clarity as the next whipping seared across him. Urek's features were contorted. His body was hunched with the struggle of throwing the chain, and his expression was something hellish between what one might see on a child given a toy, and what would be on a man with a white-hot stake in his very heart. He was laughing, an evil cackle, that filled the building with cold air, though it was a very warm summer's night. On the thirteenth whip crack, Urek dropped the chain.
"You see, I...WE...Are much stronger than you!" He screamed, his voice piercing the surrounding air.
"We, Blood-Drinkers, are so much more!" He continued, now resembling a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth.
He leaped over next to the horse, a gaping thirty feet. He smelled the fear, the pain, the hatred, the horse reeked from it.
"Welcome home, my love. It is time for your destiny to find you!" Urek smiled before lashing out with his jaws, clamping shut over the horse's massive neck.
He laughed again as the hot blood spurted into his mouth, but silenced as he began to drink. After he had had his fill, he wandered into a moonlit patch in the center of the room, breathed deeply the stench of rotting flesh and fresh blood, the finest perfume to his kind. Another rustling, but this one so quiet, only detectable by Blood-Drinkers' ears, sounded from the entrance. Urek stood straight, just as the female ran in.
"Urek, what have you done!" She gasped, eyeing the two fresh corpses.
"I have fed, Narcia, and I have done more!" He laughed.
Narcia backed away. This was a side she had never seen of him. She had known him for years, since childhood. They had discovered their heritage together, and...She loved him.
"Urek, you're scaring me!" She warned as he stepped closer.
Immediately, a change wrought over the wolf's body. He stood at ease, the manic glint vanishing from his eye...Almost.
"Narcia, I'm sorry. Forgive me if I have done wrong against you." He said softly.
Stepping forward, he caressed her jaw, before leading her into a kiss. He ran his tongue over hers, before flicking along her elongated teeth, trademark of the Blood-Drinkers. He stepped back, a look of disgust on his face.
"You! You have been with them, touched them! Wretched, imperfect, fruit-eaters!" He hissed.
Narcia stepped closer to him.
"Yes, but not loved them! Not loved them as I love you!" She said, pressing herself against him.
He softened again, returning to the passive, almost normal state she had known her whole life.
"Then come with me," He smiled, and then his face contorted with features of rage, "I'll flush them right out of you!"
He grabbed her and led her forward, up to the 13th level. She gasped, and uttered a soft scream at the sight that beset her. Corpses, hundreds, perhaps thousands of dead, littering the ground like ants to a farm. A massive earthen bowl, at least four feet deep and twenty across sat in the center of the room, its contents she could not see.
"Urek, what are you doing?!" She pleaded.
He turned.
"I can make us True! I can restore us to our rightful places!" The insane light in his eyes flashed, growing ever brighter.
He led them up right to the edge of the bowl, and Narcia finally saw what was inside.
"Blood."
The pool was filled to the brim with blood. She looked around at the bodies scattered about her. They were completely white, drained of blood, adding each of their life-giving liquid's volumes to the bowl in front of her. She tried to pull back as Urek climbed into the bowl, soaking himself in the blood of his enemies, but he was too strong. He pulled her in on top of him, tugging her close. He dove into the blood, completely submerging them both. He kissed her there, on the bottom of the bowl, blood leaking into their mouths. He held her down on the bottom, waiting, just waiting. Her lungs burned for air, but he would not let her up. She knew what he was trying to do, but the moment she did...
She swallowed, and breath was restored to her. Droplets exploding about them, they resurfaced.
"Blood!" Narcia wailed, joining Urek in his mania.
She threw herself on top of him, kissing him again at the bottom of the pool. Her hands ran along his body, before he pushed them back up again. Lifting her off her feet, he climbed back out of the bowl, blood dripping of them both. He carried her to a pillar, and lay down next to her. She rolled on top of him, and they fell asleep.
Narcia awoke to Urek's touch. She smiled and opened her eyes, to find her mate still sleeping. She looked behind her shoulder as best she could, and saw the deep-red mass on her back, growing ever larger. She screamed and thrashed, awaking her lover.
"Urek! Get it off! It's growing!" She screamed.
The male grabbed her arms, silencing her.
"That is the Change, my love! We will soon be True!"
Narcia calmed somewhat, and the mass closed over their heads. She whimpered a bit, but Urek's hands on hers reminded her that he was still with her.
"When we wake in a week's time, we will be True, Narcia...True!" He said as his fingers interlocked with hers.
Narcia started.
"A week! We will die without blood!" Fits overcame her, and she struggled again.
"No, we will not...Look." Urek said, staring down between them.
Two tubular, umbilical cord-like organs had attached themselves where the real thing would have been, had they been newborns. This, however, did nothing to calm Narcia, who panicked and tried to slice off the cords. Urek caught her hand.
"Stop, girl. This is the Change, and I have given it to you. Be thankful, for this is not given to every Blood-Drinker. You have no choice, my will be done!" Urek said in a threatening tone.
A massive surge tore through both their bodies, and they fell asleep.
When they awoke, it was only to pure pain. Their screams matched in pitch, escalating to howls of tortured beasts. With a sickening sound, the two burst from their cocoon. Muscles rippling, they stood and shook off the remains of the blood-colored shell. Urek was the first to speak.
"Ahhh, aged blood tastes excellent." He smiled, looking over to the pool, which was now empty.
Narcia looked at him to reply, and stopped dead, staring at what the wolf she loved had become. A massive werewolf stood before her, complete with digitigrade feet. Muscles exploded from underneath his skin, which had turned a shade of black that looked to go on forever, and seemed to match the bloody red of his eyes. He had grown to about nine or ten feet tall. But what snatched her attention was his wolfhood. Though it had been above-average before, since he was a Blood-Drinker, naturally larger than others, it was huge now, baseball-sized balls dangling beneath him, covered in velvety black fur. His sheath looked full, though he was not aroused in any way. She guessed it could easily reach a foot and a half, in proportion to his body, but then, perhaps the Change had wrought something there too. He caught her staring, and moved a little, actually exposing more of it in the light the moon shed. Narcia looked up to meet his eyes, but found them roving over her own body. She looked down and, for a moment, saw someone else's body. Like Urek, she had grown taller, but only about eight feet. Her muscles had grown too, but there was still no comparison between them. She noticed her breasts had grown larger as well, filling out to match her larger body, yet still looking larger than they should be.
"Is this the Change?" She asked.
"No, this is nowhere near the limits of its power!" Urek's excited reply issued forth in a voice unknown to Narcia, lower, with more of a growl than she had ever heard him use.
Even as she watched, he grew just an inch more, and she was convinced there was more to come. But this was not enough for Urek, who looked off into the moonlit sky. It would have been a beautiful painting, a figure standing alone in the dark with his upturned face gazing at the celestial bodies inhabiting his world, had Urek not been the incarnation of evil.
"It's working. We must do more!" He said breathlessly.
Narcia looked at him with her head cocked slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"We must find more Blood-Drinkers! Share with them this gift! But, I am to be Lord, and we must only bring females." He warned.
Narcia's gaze lowered to the floor. Urek wanted more females, to mate with, to perhaps...replace her?
"No, no, do not fret, my love. You are the only one for me. I shared my gift with you, and I will protect and guard you from all that oppose it. But you must think! Even with the changes forged in your body, we would only be able to produce one a month. With more females, comes more True Blood-Drinkers!" He said, caressing her jaw.
"Wait, changes in my body...One a month? Are you saying that-?!" Narcia started.
"Yes! That is the beauty of it all. You will have one child a month, you will always feel wonderful! I can make it happen, and I will!" Urek continued to paint verbal pictures of grandeur, enslaved fruit-eaters caring for her every whim, while he, Lord of the True Blood-Drinkers, lurked in the shadows and made her life worth living, giving her everything she would ever desire!
Narcia was convinced.
"What shall I do, Lord?" She asked, stressing 'lord.'
Urek laughed a deep, sinister laugh that seemed to come from nowhere, yet everywhere.
"You do not have to call me Lord, my love. But what you must do is go out and find blood. Hundreds of fruit-eaters...Bring them back...Alive!" He commanded, gesturing wildly.
"Yes...Hundreds!" Narcia joined him in his insane laughter, before bounding out of sight.
Her new legs carried her hundreds of times faster than she had ever been able to run. She forsook the stairs and simply leapt out of a broken window. Soaring hundreds of feet, she landed, without even jarring herself, and continued running. Not away from, as she had for her whole life, but towards the city. Towards the millions of fruit-eaters, lying safe in their beds, unknowing that they would soon know the wrath of the Blood-Drinkers!
Urek took his leave as well, making his way to the roof of his building. He looked again to the moon and the stars, before resting his gaze on his surroundings. To the north and west, bright lights signaled that the city sprawled across the landscape, full to bursting with the sniveling, crawling excuses for wolves that inhabited their skyscrapers. The race-traitors that thought that, with money and politics, they could rule the world. He remembered, with a fevered happiness, that it had not always been so. Once upon a time, war had ravaged this land, evidence of death and decay lying everywhere one went. A metal monument in the park, gun shells at the edge of the forest, or a skeleton of a nameless creature buried in the dirt in an unmarked grave. He laughed that sinister laugh of his, and looked to the forest that lay to the east and south. There was a place a Blood-Drinker, driven out by the scum that had evolved from it, could make its refuge. Hatred welled up inside Urek, and he leapt out into the foliage.
Landing on a branch with barely a whisper of the leaves, he spied his three targets. Two females and a male, hunched over a small fire. The male was armed, but only with a sword. The females were sound asleep, making it all too easy for Urek to capture them. With a soft thump, he landed directly on the male's neck, driving his claws into the soft body and killing him instantly. Discarding the body, he gently shook awake the first of the two females, a pretty white one. She groaned a bit, and her eyes fluttered, but snapped open when they realized what they were beholding.
"Oh, Gods!" She cried.
Urek held a finger to his lips.
"It is alright, friend. I am not here to hurt you, but the fruit-eaters killed your companion, and I felt it necessary to wake you."
By now, both of them were awake, and staring at awe of the sight in front of them. The second female's eyes darted to his groin, and widened when she beheld the massiveness of his endowments.
"You're a True, aren't you?" The first said.
"Yes, and I have come to make you a True as well. If only you will submit to me..." Urek said, stroking her along the jaw as he had done with Narcia so many times.
His captive moaned, and pressed against him, opening her mouth and shoving it up against his muzzle. Their teeth clacked together as they traced each other's mouths. The second female, a soft, sandy brown, fell to her hands and knees and started to lick his balls, desperately trying to coax his member out of its sheath. She was rewarded, and the red tip poked out. Immediately, she started to attack it with her tongue, sucking on the very tip as it continued to grow. Urek cut off the deerskin clothes of the white, and traces his claws all along her body, pulling her closer by her rump. She straddled his still-growing cock, and he began to slide it back and forth over her dripping slit. She moaned loudly, and he broke the kiss and started to lick along her breasts. The brown took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, stroking her own swollen lips. Urek pulled back from both of them, retreated a bit and lay down against a large rock, his cock now fully erect at 18 inches, sticking out from his body like a red flagpole. The two females darted to it, switching places from licking along the base and his balls, to suckling as much as they could at the top.
Urek laid back, smiling that devilish grin, as the two were seduced by his power over them. He could feel their minds within his grasp, and it would only take a small squeeze to break them, but he mustn't, these were for the Change. With a grunt, he rewarded them for their efforts, his seed spurting out as fast as they could swallow it up. His cum leaked down their fronts, and was pooling on the forest floor by the time he finished. He sat up, watching the two clean him with their tongues. When they were finished, he spoke.
"Now, we must find more. We must find more female Blood-Drinkers. If they are accompanied by males, leave the males or kill them if they won't cooperate. As for the females, the sight of you should be enough. Bring them back here. Go!" He commanded, and watched as the two scampered off at top speed, eager to do their Lord's bidding.
Urek smiled again, the manic glint in his eye all the more prominent. His plans were working perfectly, but what of Narcia, she should be back now. He set off through the forest, actually passing his newly acquired subjects in his massive speed, leaving with them the command to instead bring the females to his building. He leapt once, and landed in the 13th floor of his home, just as Narcia returned with the final bodies. He watched her tie them to the ceiling by their wrists, and cover their eyes with white blindfolds, blood-soaked so they were a deep red.
"Narcia, you have done well." Urek said glancing at the bodies that were scattered about like decorations.
Narcia turned and glanced at him, her eyes red. She nodded twice, before turning around. It was obvious she was unhappy.
"Narcia, what makes you sad? I promised to give you everything!" Urek said, his tones softening.
"All of this, the females you're bringing back, they're going to replace me, aren't they? Once you have enough cock-sucking bitches, you won't need me anymore, will you?" She whispered.
Urek stepped forward, his face returning to that of long past, and his voice returned to haunt her, too.
"No, I love you, and only you. If I release my seed for them, it would never be like if I released my seed for you." He said.
"But that's what I'm saying! All this talk about releasing, that's all I'm good for isn't it?" Narcia turned back, just in time to see Urek step forward and grasp her around her waist.
"Shhhhhh, my love. Shhhhhh." Urek said, leaning down and kissing her.
Narcia melted into his arms, meeting his tongue with hers. Urek entwined his tongue around hers and pulled it into his mouth, sucking on the tip before releasing it again. They fenced tongues for a while, before just standing there, mouths connected. Urek stepped back, standing up to his full height. Narcia noticed that, while she had only been gone an hour or two, Urek had grown another five or so inches. He had to be at least ten feet tall now. They turned at a sound and saw the first of the females step into their world. Urek caught Narcia's eye and shook his head. Stepping forward he addressed the now completely present group of females.
"So, you all have come to me in the hopes of becoming True Blood-Drinkers. Let me first warn you of the laws that will be instated. One, you will address I as Lord, and my mate Narcia as Queen. Any disobedience of that rule will result in punishment if you mistake my name or death if you fumble over hers. The second rule is that none of you, save those on mine of your Queens exclusive command, will venture outside. Disobedience of that rule will result in death. The third law is that you will all submit to me or my Queen. You will do everything and anything that comes to our minds, and you will be rewarded for unfaltering loyalty. Disobedience will result in punishment and death. You will be free to speak amongst yourselves while neither I nor your Queen is in your presence. Each of you will be required a full report of every second you spend outside of this place. Now, is that clear?" He finished, glancing pointedly at each and every one of the women gathered before him.
They all nodded frantically, willing and eager to do their new masters' bidding. Urek smiled and dismissed them. They may venture within the other floors, but must be ready to race to his side if he may call. He pointedly made a show of selecting a few to watch over the others, giving them whips and the like if any of them should disobey his orders. When all of them had dispersed, he turned again to Narcia.
"Now, it is time again to fill the pool, will you help me, my love?" He asked.
Narcia nodded, her own face lit up by a smile, and they both leaped about the room, cutting down the various bodies strung there and carrying them over into the pool, before sinking their razor-sharp teeth into their victims' necks. Gradually, the pool began to fill, and the stench of blood and fresh meat permeated throughout the building. A few curious females watched in gross fascination as Urek and his mate went about readying for the Change, blood soaking both of them as the pool steadily filled with the steaming liquid. Urek smiled as he watched the life leave every one of the sacrifice's bodies. Ripping off the blindfold of one, he watched the horror register in its eyes, before the light faded all together as the life-giving blood flowed freely from its neck, splashing into the brimming bowl. After about an hour of killing, the scene was ready. The two ventured back into the midst of the females, who were now there as a whole. They all watched as the blood slowly soaked into their masters' fur. Urek looked around and nodded.
"Now, it is time for a Change around here. In pairs, you will come with me!" He ordered.
Hand-selecting the groups, Urek moved through the gathered Blood-Drinkers. Pair by pair, he had them bathe in the blood, then find a secluded corner to 'help' each other 'prepare' for the Change. Soon, the air was filled with the stench of sweat and sex, and the sounds of females enjoying themselves and each other. However, all that changed as soon as one noticed the bloody-red membrane growing them. Mass pandemonium ensued, until Urek took control again.
"Stop!" He bellowed, his deep voice echoing throughout the building and the surrounding area.
All activity stopped, except for the membrane's continued growing.
"You will let it happen, or death would be a welcome reprieve for what I will put you through!" He growled, lips pulled back in a snarl fit for the devil himself.
Soon enough, the female Blood-Drinkers were soon encased in their bloody cocoons, and Urek turned to find Narcia. When he did find her however, she was weeping uncontrollably. He immediately realized what she was crying about. Walking over to her, he knelt in front of her, and bowed. His waist bent, until his nose touched the dirty floor. Narcia looked up, still sniffling a bit.
"What are you doing?" She asked, touching Urek on the shoulder.
He looked up and took her hands in his, and for once, it seemed that the insane light had forever vanished from his eyes.
"I am supposed to be serving you, Narcia. I trust I am not fulfilling your desires?" He asked, gesturing towards her tears.
"No! I mean, yes, but that's not it!" Narcia fumbled over her words, trying to wipe her eyes, but Urek's grip held fast.
"Then, why do you weep, my love?" He asked, the manic glint once again shining from his eyes.
"I...I feel uncomfortable, knowing that you are with them. I know why you do this, and it...it does not please me." She said, finally realizing the power her mate had given her by comforting her with the words 'I am supposed to be serving you.'
Urek looked shocked, at the same moment realizing his mistake. Even so, in this state, the Blood-Drinker had a certain way with words that could dislodge even the strongest resolve.
"If only, my love, you could understand what I am doing for you! I am granting you a beautiful gift! I can give you a child a month! Besides, love, hadn't we agreed that we both wanted to do this?" His tone implied that he had no intention of letting her disagree, his grip tightening on her wrists.
Narcia had no choice but to nod.
"Good, now, what can I do to appease you, my Queen?" The True said.
Narcia thought for a bit, and decided.
"I want you...I want you to mate with me!" She said in a rush.
Urek chuckled, a sound that sent shivers up and down and again Narcia's spine. He picked her up, a feat easily accomplished, as he was at least three feet taller than her by now. She had to ask, especially so as he grew another three inches as he stood there.
"Why are you getting so big?" She said, immediately regretting the question, as there was so much implied to the current situation.
"I only grow as my duty grows." He stated simply.
"And what is your duty?" Narcia prodded.
"It is my duty to protect you, and the rest of my...subjects." He replied.
The word 'slaves' popped into Narcia's mind between the two words, but she just as quickly banished it from her mind. She only just realized where Urek had been carrying her as the blood touched her fur. She looked up at him, but he only smiled back at her. Setting her down, he pressed her close to him, leaning over her to tantalizingly untie her cloth coverings. He felt her start to undo his own loincloth, but she was not as slow, ripping through it with her elongated True Blood-Drinker claws. His cock was already sliding out of its sheath, and it popped out without the loincloth enclosing it. Narcia gasped, she had not yet seen his wolfhood in all its glory, standing out at twenty inches. Urek ran a hand down her side, gripping her hips and turning her around. She knelt in front of him, looking over her shoulder and smiling seductively. Urek wasted no time, positioning his cock so the tip was rubbing her swollen and dripping pussy. Shoving forward, he buried five inches into her, breaking past the tissue that barred entrance. Narcia yipped, but held back a scream. Urek 'shhhhhhed' her, caressing her body before ruthlessly ramming more of his cock into her, so that now about ten inches were stuffed into Narcia's pussy. He started to move his hips back and forth, dragging his cock out so that it was almost falling out, before ramming it back in, getting more in every time. He picked up the pace, going faster and faster until his hips were a blur. He repositioned himself, stepping up against the edge of the bowl so he could use his powerful leg muscles to hump her even harder, driving his whole cock in and out of her reddening pussy. Narcia was moaning louder and louder, grunting with each thrust that filled her with hot wolf cock. She finally screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, juices spurting out around Urek's cock. Urek roared, shaking the building, and shoved his whole cock, knot and all into her abused body. He bent over her and caught her scruff in his teeth, slicing through it with his six-inch-long fangs. Narcia screamed with agony, her overstretched pussy trying to accommodate the gigantic phallus forced into it, while her neck bled freely. It was not a mortal wound, but it hurt all the same. Urek grunted and began to fill her with his seed, the scalding hot liquid spewing from his cock tip buried deep within her. It filled her quickly, having limited space from the large phallus taking up most of her cavity. However, his knot did not allow any to get out, and as he came, she actually felt her abdomen swell. After several minutes, the torrent of seed began to slow, and Urek moved under her, so that she was lying on her stomach on his chest, still being soaked in the blood. Narcia was still breathing hard, but Urek looked as if nothing had happened, and he had only just been resting. They lay there a while, until Narcia spoke.
"Now, it will only take a month?" She asked, craning her neck to look up at him.
"Yes, only a month, and that will be the first of the new Blood-Drinkers." Urek smiled up at the ceiling.
Narcia gingerly touched the part of her neck that was ripped open. The blood was drying and already it showed signs of healing. She turned to study her mate. In only a day after the Change, he had grown from the initial ten feet to thirteen! She looked tiny compared to him, standing five feet smaller. His cock was still buried in her, but her head only came up to his chest! She traced the deep lines etched in his skin. His muscles seemed barely contained in his flesh. Yes, here was truly a creature formed by evil, but she refused to think her mate insane. He loved her still, and he hadn't hurt her...But he had threatened...No, only when she had done wrong! He had only done what others would have done. No, her love was not addled! She would not let it be so!
Urek stirred, letting out a massive breath. He looked down with a look of mild surprise, and she followed his gaze down to their crotches, still stuck together with his knot. However, she saw his sheath swell even more, and she gasped, as she saw something inside move. She was about to ask what it was, when another cock exploded from the sheath, burying itself in its whole in her ass. She screamed, but Urek clamped his massive hand over her muzzle, effectively snapping it shut. The massive phallus grew to be the same size as its twin, a full twenty inches, complete with knot that spanned six. It buried itself completely in her, stretching her insides to the point of breaking in a matter of milliseconds. Tears coursed down her face, and Urek slowly released her muzzle to stroke her head, his other hand rubbing over her abdomen to relax the quivering muscles.
"Wh-what in the name of blood is that?!" She asked frantically.
"It seems as though the Change has recognized my duty, and given me another tool to fulfill it with." He said, still rubbing her spasmodic rump.
"By all that is unholy, it hurts!" She said, tears shining in her eyes.
"I am sorry. I did not know it would happen, but it feels better now doesn't it? Does it even, feel good?" He said, moving his hips around a bit under her.
She moaned, and he smiled.
"We will do that later, my love. Now, it is time for sleep." He said, closing his eyes.
Narcia watched him for a while, and then she too closed her eyes, resting her head on his furry chest. The warm blood felt so good on her skin, and Urek's twin cocks stretched her insides wonderfully. Soon, she slipped into sleep, dreaming sweet, wonderful, bloody dreams.
Eleven days later, Urek's eyes slowly opened, the light from the morning sun reflecting in them. He shifted a bit, sighing as the feeling returned to his legs and arms. Narcia stirred on his chest, moaning lightly as her eyelids fluttered open. Urek traced his claws down her back, massaging gently where her tail met her ass. She squirmed a bit, and looked up at him.
"Hold still." Urek commanded.
With a massive effort, he pulled his twin cocks out of her. She cried out, her eyes widening, as both her holes gaped open, trying to close. After several minutes, Narcia stirred again. She felt along her stomach, noticing with a kind of loving satisfaction that it bulged out a bit, containing her child within. She shivered, as the blood's temperature had dropped considerably over the days and nights
"It's...s-so...cold!" She said.
Urek closed his eyes, and Narcia started as the temperature became almost unbearably hot in a split second. She sighed and wriggled down into it, so that only her eyes up were above the surface. Urek stood up suddenly, his ears perked high, his eyes scanning the walls. She moved to him, but he stopped her with a harsh glare.
"Go...conceal yourself!" He said.
She hurried to conceal herself in the darkness, veritably disappearing as she silently ran into the shadows. Urek, however, continued to study the surrounding area, his ears flared and open for any sound that might come. He knew he was concealed, so he stayed perfectly still, waiting for his quarry to show itself. He saw the massive bulges on the floor, pulsing slightly. Only one more day and his True Blood-Drinkers would burst free, ready to tear apart the city in their hunger. He was rewarded for his wait when a small figure detached itself from the shadows. A quivering wolf-girl wandered about, casting frightened glances in all directions, her tail tucked between her legs and her arms crossed over her chest. Urek leapt, blood droplets spraying behind him, and landed in front of the girl. She gasped, and promptly fainted, her body slumping to the floor limply. Urek knelt, examining her. He lifted her lips, just as Narcia stepped out of the darkness, in the opposite of where she had disappeared.
"She's a fruit-eater!" She exclaimed, stepping forward happily.
"Yes, and you will restrain yourself until I figure out why she was here!" Urek snarled, his teeth showing.
The girl moved slightly, and her eyes opened. She gasped again when they focused on Urek, but she held her ground, a feat not easily accomplished in the presence of one who is more than twice as tall and four times as wide at the shoulders as you.
"What are you doing here?" Urek demanded of the girl.
"I...*clears throat*...I have come, to ask a favor." She stated.
Urek's gaze seemed to look not at her but through her, a very unnerving feeling. Still, the girl held her own, meeting his eyes.
"And what, pray tell little fruit-eater, would that favor be?" The werewolf asked.
"My brother, he is deathly ill. And I have heard...that Blood-Drinkers possess certain...magic." She said, her eyes pleading with him.
"And how would this be beneficial to me? What have you brought in trade for your brother's life, girl?" Urek leaned close, and she could smell the blood on his breath, intoxicating her like alcohol.
She panicked; she had not brought anything, for fear of being heard in the forest by someone she did not want to know. Suddenly, she knew what she must do.
"I trade you my life for my brother's. You may have me." She said resolutely.
"An interesting trade, go forward then!" Urek smiled at her, which sent chills through her body and left her wondering whether she could have done better at bartering.
She got up and deliberately turned her back to him, showing him she was not afraid, walking forward out the way she came.
"Keep walking, do not stop!" Urek said, before turning back to Narcia.
She had been standing silently, watching the whole exchange from the shadows. Now, however, she stepped forward, clearly planning on speaking her mind.
"I know what you plan, Urek. You want her body, more than you want mine?" She asked, her eyes flashing.
"I will not lie that I do not want her body, for I do. But, girl, you will never question me, lest you bring my wrath upon you. One week and four days ago was teenaged lust compared to what I will do with you if you ever question me again. I have a plan, of which I have full intent on carrying out, with or without you alive! Do I make myself clear? I am Lord here, and you, whilst basking as my only love, will have no choice but to obey me!" He said in an increasingly threatening tone, his lips pulling back to reveal six-inch-long fangs.
Narcia cowered and retreated, tail tucked firmly between her legs. She turned and threw something at him, but he caught it with a snarl. It was a cloak, made of skin with the fur still on. Urek donned it, flashing that evil grin of his, before he turned and leapt out the window, smashing through the half-inch of glass before plummeting thirteen stories to the ground, landing lightly on his feet just behind the girl who had so unwittingly given herself up to him.
They walked for a while; Urek remained behind, sizing up his new prize. He watched as her fur glinted in the moonlight, flashing here and there. He enjoyed this particular asset, prizing as real beauty, not just voluptuousness. Soon, however, they reached the village, where one house had several candles burning in its windows. The stench of fruit-eaters and sickness and death assaulted Urek's nose, and his features screwed up in disgust.
"It's here." The girl turned.
"Good. Before, tell me your name." Urek said, drawing up close to her, so that he could run a hand through the fur on her neck.
"My name is Isire." Isire said.
Urek followed her into the house, stopping just inside the door. A male wolf was kneeling by his brother lying on a table, swathed in blankets to cover his shivering form; obviously they were related to Isire. He jumped up and made to move to her, but then he saw Urek.
"Oh, God." He said in a barely audible whisper.
"Ios, please, calm down. I brought him here; he's going to help us!" Isire said, clinging to her brother's tunic.
"You! You brought him here?! You know what he will do, what he will ask of us?!" Ios yelled, his eyes wide with fear.
Then, he stopped. He registered what had already happened.
"No...Isire, please tell me you haven't made a deal with him yet!"
"I...have."
"NO!" Ios screamed, before turning to Urek, his eyes had glazed over, and his face was contorted with rage.
"I...will...not...let...you...have...her!"
"She has promised me herself, in return for giving your brother his life. A life for a life, this is something in which you may not meddle. It does not concern you!" Urek growled.
"When something is threatened to tear apart my family, it certainly does concern me!" Ios retorted.
No, please, Ios. Let him heal Kryos. It's the only way he'll live! You do want him to live, right? I can come back and visit you...right?" This last word she directed at Urek, who, after a long time, nodded.
"You may visit."
Ios slumped to the ground.
"Now, instead of just one to sickness, I have lost two to Blood Drinker's!" He howled, tears coursing down his face.
"Do not doubt me. I will heal your brother." Urek said.
He walked over to the table and leaned over the barely breathing wolf. Inhaling deeply, he flexed his hands over Kryos' chest. Instantly, a sickly-green vapor rose from the wolf's mouth in a continuous stream. Isire noticed that her brother wasn't breathing while this was happening, and her grip tightened on Ios' hand. The cloud rose for what seemed like hours, but what was only a minute or so. As the last wafts of sickness left Kryos' throat, he gasped for breath, shooting up into a sitting position.
"W-What the hell happened?!" He asked frantically.
Urek stood up and gestured towards Isire.
"Your sister traded her freedom for your life. A fact which was not lost on her, I hope." He stated matter-of-factly.
Kryos stared at him before his gaze crept over to his sister, who took a breath.
"I haven't forgotten....could I say goodbye, at least?" She said tentatively.
Urek nodded and left to wait outside. Kryos sat up, still feeling dazed.
"So, what really happened?" He asked.
"Exactly what he said...I'm going to go with him after I say goodbye." Isire said, inwardly promising that she would not shed a tear.
"WHAT?!" Kryos said, "No, this can't be happening!"
"Sad...but true." Ios said, collapsing into a chair, holding his head in his hands.
He remembered when his parents were killed, and decided to finally tell his younger siblings.
"Isire, Kryos, I never told you how Mom and Dad died, did I?" He said softly, looking up at the both of them.
"No." They said in tandem.
"There's a black box under the fourth floorboard in their room. Go get it, Kryos." He hoped that the Blood-Drinker would not bother them.
A few minutes later, Kryos returned, box in hand. He set it down in front of them and sat down, next to Isire. Ios leaned down and began to open it, beginning his story.
"I never thought anything could have gone wrong. I suppose it's partly my fault for begging to come. But anyway, we had gone into the village, just to get some food and other stuff. Well, we were inside, and all of the sudden, people started screaming. It's funny, I remember exactly what I was holding, it was some oil made from a lotus flower, Mom was getting it for you, Isire, you had a bad skin infection, and you were so little, no one thought you were gonna make it except for me and her. Anyway, people started screaming, but I was too short to see over the shelves, but Dad could, and he grabbed me and Mom and rushed us towards the back. As we passed an opening in the shelves, I saw what was going on, and immediately I threw up." And he was indeed a little sick looking. "Someone had a little girl, not even as old as I was, and he was biting her, there was blood everywhere." Here he clenched his fists, bringing something out of the box. Neither Isire or Kryos could see what it was, but Ios held onto it as though his life depended on it. "I never, not fucking once, ever questioned what had been going on, or who it might have been. It's fucking insane, how much he's changed. Well, he saw us and came at us, but Dad threw some stuff in front of him." He smiles in a seriously pained way. "He never even stopped, just crashed through it. He had Dad almost before I could see, then there was blood pouring down both of them, Dad's blood, I could tell. I knew then, and I thank whatever God there may be that I was old enough, that we were all dead. I remember Dad saying, even while he was dying, he was telling Mom and me to get away, but then he just stopped moving, and Mom was crying, and then he got her too. She was bleeding all over too, and he was just watching me. When he dropped her, I was crying, just sitting on the floor, maybe a thousand different weapons all around me, and I just fucking sat there, CRYING!" He stands up. "YOU HEAR THAT, BLOOD-DRINKER?! I WAS CRYING THEN, BUT NOT ANYMORE! I'TS NOT GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN AGAIN!"
Isire finally saw what Ios had pulled out of the box, as he drew a sickly long knife and charged out towards the door. Kryos couldn't even begin to describe how fast they all moved, but he did know that they all did move, even Urek. In a split second, he had thrown himself into Isire, taking them both under the stairs. Ios had moved with ungodly speed towards the door, just in time to meet Urek crashing in through the roof. The Blood-Drinker landed heavily on Ios, and even after several seconds, neither of them moved. Isire was screaming nonstop.
"Shut up, Isire!" Kryos said, clamping her muzzle shut.
Her eyes were rolling wildly, like a crazed horse, but at least she had stopped screaming, now only breathing like she had run full speed the forest trail that went around the village four times without once ever crossing itself.
Kryos picked himself up and made his way through the remains of their roof, front wall, and door towards the furry mass in the middle of it all. Just as he got within striking distance, Urek moved.
"Holy fuck!" Kryos leapt back.
Urek got up into a kneeling position, but then fell over, his eyes glazed over, and a thirteen-inch-long knife sticking into his neck. Ios got up, his knife-arm bent in an awkward way and obviously broken, such was the force the two met. He was also sporting several new gashes across his face and chest, which would heal up into fine war scars and a legend as well.
"The fucker never saw me coming." The wolf said, kicking the carcass of the once-great Blood-Drinker.
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Over the next few years, Ios killed more than enough Blood-Drinkers to drive them away into the surrounding forests and villages, where others took up their weapons and sold their lives to protect their families. Ios had successfully earned himself the name Blood-Drinker as well, but he threatened anyone who called him by that name to his face with the weapon that had become known throughout the land: A huge, thirteen-inch-long knife with a long scratch from tip to hilt, the only physicality that remained of the legendary Blood-Drinker Urek.