The Call

[therufus]

Dimitre opened the womans pants and stuck his hand inside and quickly started to pinch her swollen clit hard. But soon her life begins to fade and she has no chance to react to the pleasure.

Dimitre takes his mouth off of her and grins a bloodly grin.
"Mmm. She was tasted good no?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Very." She replied with a growl. Letting th cooling body slid from her graps she fisted her hands in his coat and pulled him close. Inhaling the smell that was Dimitre she growled more and then proceeded to kiss him. Her senses allowing her to taste him seprately from the blood.

Rayven pressed her body against his, wanting him mor than anything.

 

[therufus]

He kisses her back and moans as her body presses against the bulge in his pants. His hands go to her ass and he squeezes them and pulls her groin even closer to his.

 

[Mistress Silver]

His heart is a force of its own, I can hear it beating loudly, feel it pounding in his chest, sense his blood coursing thickly, hotly through his veins. I feel the slight shift of his body and I tighten my grip on his hair. Without breaking my mouth from his I turn and lay backward into his arms.

Laying across his lap I can feel a long, thick cock pressing against my tight curvaceous ass. I sigh softly and slip my tongue past his lips into his hot mouth. My tongue strokes across his, glides over the sharp straight edges of his white teeth. The taste of the White Russian is a strong taste in his mouth, one that I revel in. I delight further in his taste alone, almost hidden behind that of the alcohol, but my sensitive taste buds are keen on his flavor.

He commands a lot of power, but he is being gentle, but firm with me and that endears him to me. I know what he is and I have no fear of him in either form.

Reverberations from deep within his chest, caused by the increased volume of his purr, vibrates into my body and I hold him closer to me.

"Purr for me, my tiger warrior," I whisper to him as my lips descend upon his to reclaim him.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven moaned and broke the kiss, panting she asked, "Here or back in the hotel?" the feel of his hard cock pressed against her was almost too muvh. She wanted to rip his clothes off and take him till she couldn't move.

 

[therufus]

He smiles wickedly.
"How about both. Here for a warm up and back in the hotel for the main event."
Not even waiting for her response he begins to unbutton his pants.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven nodded and shoved the body further out of thier way. Her hand found its way into his pants and she wrapped her hand around his stiff cock. Her other hand was undoing her shorts' zipper.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"Purr for me, my tiger warrior," I whisper to him as my lips descend upon his to reclaim him.

Demos's purring increases in volume, and he feels the change start to take place. Orange and black striped fur flows across his back and down his arms, as a tattoo that soon springs to life. His ears shift to the sides of his head, his nose flattens out, and his jaw and teeth extend. His body starts to bulge as it grows larger, turning his normaly slim frame, into a something befiting a greek sculpture, but his clothing began to tear, unable to hold in his form. The purring is like a rumble of thunder now, and he sepperates from her lips for a moment, and licks her neck with his course tongue tasting and smelling her arrousal. When he speaks, his voice is deep basso profundo, quite apart from his normal dry tones.

"It.......has been a long time. There will be pain."

He kisses her again, his tounge playing against hers.

 

[therufus]

He lets out a low moan and his hand finds its way to the inside of her shorts. He could feel the heat outside if her shorts but inside was on fire.

He runs his finger along her slit and slowys slides it in her soaking wet hole. His thumb finds her clit and he starts rubbing it while thrusting his fingers in and out of her hot tight pussy.

 

[Mistress Silver]

My eyes remain lightly closed as I feel his body begin to shift. His muscles bunch and reform as does certain aspects of his bone structure. I do not know this to be true, but I had once heard that the shifting of a were from shape to shape is an extremely private matter. So my eyes remain closed out of respect for him and not out of fear.

The rough texture of his tongue as he licks at my neck is nothing short of erotic and stimulating. "It........has been a long time. There will be pain." His voice is deep and thundering and my body fidgets with increasing attraction.

Slowly and carefully, I open my eyes to look at him and my breath catches. He is larger, more muscular, and his body is covered with a silky thick fur.

My eyes find his and the feral wildness that I find in them is a small sample of what I know he longs for. Lust and freedom, two of the many longings held in two liquid emeralds.

"I am not afraid of pain," I tell him. "You alone know the loneliness that I feel as time further progress," I whisper achingly to him. "Please, for just a short moment in time, make love to me so that I may have a small reprieve to visit as the years further progress."

He kiss me, his rough tongue sliding against mine. I kiss him gently, carefully relearning the textures of his mouth. The sharp points of his teeth, the hot taste of his animality.

My body is wracked by vibrations from the sheer intensity of his continues purr and my soft moans reflect the pleasure that I am experiencing. My fingers run through his soft pelt, feeling the steely muscles beneath my fingers.

"Demos," I groan hotly.

 

[Demos Straxus]

My eyes remain lightly closed as I feel his body begin to shift. His muscles bunch and reform as does certain aspects of his bone structure. I do not know this to be true, but I had once heard that the shifting of a were from shape to shape is an extremely private matter. So my eyes remain closed out of respect for him and not out of fear.

The rough texture of his tongue as he licks at my neck is nothing short of erotic and stimulating. "It........has been a long time. There will be pain." His voice is deep and thundering and my body fidgets with increasing attraction.

Slowly and carefully, I open my eyes to look at him and my breath catches. He is larger, more muscular, and his body is covered with a silky thick fur.

My eyes find his and the feral wildness that I find in them is a small sample of what I know he longs for. Lust and freedom, two of the many longings held in two liquid emeralds.

"I am not afraid of pain," I tell him. "You alone know the loneliness that I feel as time further progress," I whisper achingly to him. "Please, for just a short moment in time, make love to me so that I may have a small reprieve to visit as the years further progress."

My body is wracked by vibrations from the sheer intensity of his continues purr and my soft moans reflect the pleasure that I am experiencing. My fingers run through his soft pelt, feeling the steely muscles beneath my fingers.

"Demos," I groan hotly.

Demos feels her hands rubbing against his fur where it is coming through his ripped clothing, and the purring sound he makes becomes deafening. He meets her eyes again, and gives her a private, predatory smile.

"I need to get out of these clothes."

He holds her in his strong arms for a moment, before moving her from his lap, and getting fully to his feet. Leaning over, he kissed her passionetly for a moment, and then reached down, removing his now shredded shoes from his now cramped paws. His claws flicked out testingly as he rubbed the soreness from them. Raising up to his full height, he pulled the tattered leather jacket from his shoulders, and ripped the silk shirt in two to remove it from his body.

Exposed now was his white furred chest, which darkened into orange at his shoulders. Reveling in his bestial shape, he stretched his feline muscles and smiled again at Constance. He now dwarfed her with nearly seven feet of height. Reaching down he rubbed her cheek with the fur of his palm.

Demos smiles, and nuzzles her again, his tongue playing against her neck.

 

[Mistress Silver]

"I need to get out of these clothes."

I watch him with a mixture of fascination, lust, and endearment. He was huge now, by almost entire feet and even broader. My eyes caress his body as they drink the sight of him in all his glory. I want to see him in battle, it would be a sight to see.

His palm caress my cheek and the soft silky brush of his fur chases any and all tension from my muscles. I stand slowly, me cheek in his hand and soon feel him nuzzle and lick at my neck.

My fingers are free to roam the upper portion of his body and I do so almost reverently. My fingers threading through his hair on his chest alternating between stroking and scratching. As my hands trail downward across his stomach I encounter the fabric of his pants. With a protesting murmur I easily rip the confining fabric from his body.

I feel my canines start to elongate, but I do not wish to prey upon him and by sheer force of will manage to return them to their normal size.

"You are driving me mad!" I whisper and encircle his waist with my arms, holding him to me as if at any moment he might dissipate into nothingness.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven moaned and spread her legs more for his teasing fingers. Her own hand was stroking up and down his cock. The woman's blood had warmed him up to make one think he was human, that is till they looked into his eyes.

His moans and groand made her all the more determined to please him. If nothing else but to showcase her talents.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"I need to get out of these clothes."

I watch him with a mixture of fascination, lust, and endearment. He was huge now, by almost entire feet and even broader. My eyes caress his body as they drink the sight of him in all his glory. I want to see him in battle, it would be a sight to see.

His palm caress my cheek and the soft silky brush of his fur chases any and all tension from my muscles. I stand slowly, me cheek in his hand and soon feel him nuzzle and lick at my neck.

My fingers are free to roam the upper portion of his body and I do so almost reverently. My fingers threading through his hair on his chest alternating between stroking and scratching. As my hands trail downward across his stomach I encounter the fabric of his pants. With a protesting murmur I easily rip the confining fabric from his body.

I feel my canines start to elongate, but I do not wish to prey upon him and by sheer force of will manage to return them to their normal size.

"You are driving me mad!"

"And you I. Now...lets do something about that dress."


His moves around her with predatory graces pressing into her from behind. His uncovered manhood rubbing gently against her lower back. He brushes her hair to one side and continues licking at her neck, nibbling it lighty. His left arm encircles her in a strong embrace, and then there is the almost inaudible sound of the claws on Demos' right hand extending from their sheaths. Moving this hand lightly down her back, he slices cleanly through the back her dress, the movements are precise, and gentle, not even nicking her fine skin. When he removes his left hand from around her chest, the dress flutters softly to the floor. As he looks at her beautiful curves, the purring in his chest deepens almost to the subsonic range.

"Much better....."

 

[Mistress Silver]

"And you I. Now...lets do something about that dress."

I feel a heat on my lower back before I feel the physical pressure of his thick shaft. I enjoy his embrace and wait for him to rip my dress of, but instead it flutters to the ground unnoticed as he gently nibble at my neck. Moaning I lean back against his furred chest and surrender to his treatment.

His purr changes and I feel the cool air upon my skin, I open my eyes and glance at my body, naked before him, wearing only a black thong. My dress will not be missed even though it is one of my favorites. It has been sacrificed for a greater cause.

"Much better....." he purrs.

I life my arms and encircle his neck as he licks at my neck, I turn my head and our mouths meet. Our tongues seek the other and our tastes become one.

"Touch me," I whimper into the heat of his hungry mouth and press against his throbbing member.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He smiles beneath their kiss, and moves a hand to cup her breast. he rubs his ruffed hand on the nub, feeling it grow hard at his touch. His other hand runs down her neck, softly touching in between her breasts, and traveling slowly towards her womanhood.

In spite of his lust, he is gentle, his touch soft and almost playful. It has been far too long since his last time, and he intends to savor it.

His hand reaches her womanhood, but he does not cut into the cloth of her thong yet, instead he rubs his hand at the spot, basking in her scent as it grows stronger, and enjoying the feels of the soft, damp cloth against his hand.

Her kiss is molten heat, and he feels himself continue to respond to it, his manhood hardening even further, and now pressing gently into her belly.

 

[Mistress Silver]

My body is trained to every touch of his hand and my attention is riveted as rubs my nipple into a sensitive crown. I bite my lower lip to stop from moaning, but a small sound of pleasure gets past my restraint. His other hand simultaneously travels from my neck, between the cleft of my lush breasts, and toward my lower region.

He rubs against my sensitive femininity and I arch against him my body humming with sexual pleasure. His thick length is a comfortable pressure against my stomach. My hands move from his waist to explore his throbbing flesh.

My hands envelope him slowly. Tenderly. Lovingly.

 

[Demos Straxus]

My body is trained to every touch of his hand and my attention is riveted as rubs my nipple into a sensitive crown. I bite my lower lip to stop from moaning, but a small sound of pleasure gets past my restraint. His other hand simultaneously travels from my neck, between the cleft of my lush breasts, and toward my lower region.

He rubs against my sensitive femininity and I arch against him my body humming with sexual pleasure. His thick length is a comfortable pressure against my stomach. My hands move from his waist to explore his throbbing flesh.

My hands envelope him slowly. Tenderly. Lovingly.

Demos suppressed a moan of his own at her, touch, automaticly pressing into her hands, and then purring even more loudly.

The hand on her womanhood went to her hip, and cleanly sliced through her thong. As her last garmet of clothing fluttered to the floor, Demos's hand began to rub against her sweet entrance, a claw lightly playing near the nub.

The other hand kept up its busy work upon her breasts, enjoying their feel against his hands.

Still enraptured by their kiss, Demos became more forceful, his entire body seeming to vibrate with the purrs. His emerald eyes began to darken with a bestial lust. He could feel his control starting to slip away, and he Liked it.


.

 

[Mistress Silver]

I feel the change in him even as the pleasure drives me nearly senseless and daft. His animalistic nature is awakening, his handling is becoming rougher and more forceful.

His slipping control influences mine and my canines elongate fully until I feel their hypodermic sharpness pierce my lower lip. The iris of my eyes slowly swirl around my black pupil until they are the raw color of midnight blue. I squeeze his cock with my right hand and with my left and I grab a thick handful of his fur, just back and beneath his ear, and savagely pull him to me. Hot liquid satin drips against his fingers as he plays with my acing entrance.

My mouth claims his violently, my sharp teeth adding the flavor of blood to our meshing mouths. I groan at the thick taste of his blood as my fang rakes a long cut across his tongue. Power, that is what he is. Raw, concentrated, physical power. There is a sizzling pure energy to his blood that frays at my already hypersensitive nerves.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Demos' gentle purr begins to shift into a feral growl. This is no longer about simple diversion. It is a hot molten lust threatening to consume him. When he feels Constance's fang nick his tongue it is all he can do, not to roar at the rapture of it. The taste of blood is maddening, and his own fangs nick her tongue, returning the favor. He tastes her blood mingling with his and savors it. Normaly vampire blood is dead tasting, but hers is overflowing with her lust for him, and it is good. Snarling he looks into her own feral eyes as his fingers begin to push into her womanhood, preparing it for his shaft. His other hand leaves her breast so that he can pull her into a closer embrace.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre lets out small growls as her hand works his blood filled organ. He can feel his teeth starting to grow longer with his lust. His hand begins to work harder to get her off. He adds two more fingers to the first and presses harder on her clit with his thumb.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Rayven nearly howled in pleasure. Dimitre was good at what he did. Her grip tightend around his cock, but not painfully as her hand moved harder and faster.

Her whole body arching up as she rocked herself up and down on his fingers. The wolf was just itching to come out but she held back.

 

[therufus]

His other hand moves to her breast and begins playing with her covered nipples. Pinching them in time with his fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. Unable to completely hold back Dimitre begins to lick and kiss Rayvens soft neck and throat.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Dimitre was teadily pushign her closer and closer to cumming. His finers were steadily getting wetter from her juices and her cunt was righrening around him. When his mouth descended upon her neck she arched up offering it to him.

 

[therufus]

Dimitre slowly lifts her shirt and bends his head down further to take a breast into his mouth while his hand continued to play with the other one.