Victorian America - chapter 10

All of a sudden a chunk of the door bursts over my face and crashes Charlotte's head against the wall. I have bits and pieces of vampire's brain matter and skull shards all over my face. The other vampire leaves my parts alone and starts hissing. A loud growl makes her stop. She jumps from the bed and runs to the bathroom. I hear glass breaking and footsteps running away in the parking.

I lift my head to see a huge... werewolf!

Okay let's stop for a second so I can describe the beast. First of all it's furry, dark and furry, very furry, very very furry. It has very large shoulders, very large arms ending with very large claws. It also has two gigantic ears, a gigantic muzzle and below that muzzle a very wide set of gigantic teeth. All in it is quite huge...

It looks at me for a while with his very large yellow eyes. I don't know what to do. It sniffs around, it sniffs between my legs and with no further introduction it licks my slit clean of the vampire's saliva with its very large tongue. The warm sensation sends a bolt of pleasure all over my body.

And the fucking beast doesn't stop! He licks, and laps and licks and laps again. Fuck it feels so good. Rough, warm and daring, the large tongue explores my insides like no dick has ever done. It's so mobile and warm and... No, not there, please don't stop... Oh mama! A fucking werewolf is sending me to the seventh heaven! Shit! I hold on to his gigantic ears with the strength of despair.

"Megan, let the young lady go, please."

What? Who? Where? Who's Megan?

The werewolf withdraws from between my thighs.

No wait, no, don't stop, it's Megan who has to let me go, not you, Wolfie; no; what?

I stand on my elbows to find a yet another vampire outside my room. This one seems a lot younger, eighteen, maybe nineteen, she's wearing a black nightdress and her shoulders are covered with a large cape, red in the inside and black on the outside. I'm confused.

"Is... the werewolf a she wolf?" I ask still completely overwhelmed by the ravaging orgasms the beast gave me.

"Yes she is and I'm sorry for that, these beasts are so primal. Let me introduce myself. I'm Lady Vanessa of Colorado Springs and I've been looking for you."

"What?" I answer with a total disregard to politeness.

This is not making any more sense. The vampire walks to the bed and sits by my side.

"Now if you don't mind I haven't had the chance to feed tonight so I'll help myself to some of your blood," she says pushing my head to a side and bending over.

Oh come on! Not again.

I find myself on the bed screaming my pleasure staring directly into the loving yellow eyes of a panting werewolf while a Vampire Lady sucks my blood while fingering me. It's not that it's not pleasant, it's actually even better than the big bad wolf's tongue, it's just that I'm starting to grow bored of being used tonight. I feel like the fucking rubber duck of this universe...

She finally releases me. I try to hold her, to **** her mouth and fangs against my skin; I wouldn't mind having her continue for a while; but she gently pushes me away.

"Thank you very much. Your blood is quite exquisite, exactly what mother had promised. But we have to leave now. We have a long way back to the castle."

I catch my breath and turn to the vampire. I try to find something clever to say but nothing comes. Resigned, I grab my pants. That other vampire bitch tore them. I put them on none the less.

"Let's go, we don't have all night," Lady Vanessa says.

I scratch my neck where she bit me, sending waves of pleasure to mu groin; I could get used to that. I grab my jacket, my backpack and I follow them into the parking lot. A huge limousine is parked by the entrance. We get in the back. The werewolf rolls up on the backseat facing us and I end up sitting by Lady Vanessa.

"Igor, you can take us home," she says to the driver.

I look at her.

"Igor?"

"Yes, Igor is our driver."

"Seriously? His name is Igor?"

"It's a very common name where he comes from."

"..."

I turn around and look out the window. The full Moon casts a strange light over the industrial suburbs of Denver. Exhausted by the triple ****, I soon fall asleep rocked by the snore of the big furry monster sleeping in front of me.