The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

He was halfway inside her bottom when he was simply unable to control himself anymore. He thrust in as far as Sadie could comfortably accept him, pressing himself against her body as he unloaded into her dark recesses. He had to be leaking out somewhat, because his seed kept coming in wave after wave, and he wondered if blood was the only life-giving fluid that Sadie could feed on. Indeed, he felt himself more than a little bit drained as his cock quivered its last.

“Oh God,” he grumbled, leaning all of his weight against her as she wrapped herself around him.

“Goddess, actually,” she said, almost giggling. “It doesn’t have to stop now,” she promised.

“I’m . . . I’m completely spent,” he replied. “I couldn’t possibly –” Then he remembered what her fangs had done to him once before . . . he remembered because she was nibbling on his neck. “Do it!”

She needed no further encouragement, sinking her fangs into his thick neck. She didn’t withdraw any blood, but pumped him full of the chemicals that lit his whole body ablaze with lust. She normally wouldn’t give someone this much, but Vladimir was a sturdy guy, and she had work for him to do.

She felt him growing hard inside her ass again, but that wasn’t what she wanted now. She shoved him away, watching his eyes as he prepared to give chase. But she didn’t want to get away . . . not this time. She quickly got on the ground, spreading her wings so that she could look over her shoulder, crawling across the forest floor on all fours.

“Call your beast,” she growled. “Show me the best of you!”

He did. All lycanthropes walked a world between humanity and pure animal, and that was what emerged from beneath Vladimir’s skin. His human body became more furred, his chest and limbs more muscular and —

‘Oh my,’ she thought in a lust-crazed haze, glancing at the fence-post that was thrusting up between Vlad’s thighs. ‘That’s bigger too!’

The shaggy wolf head that adorned those shoulders may have represented his animal nature in this half-form, but the desire behind those eyes was clearly Vlad . . . clearly for her and for her alone. His put his clawed hands on the ground and sniffed at her exposed pussy. During mating, the alpha female decides when mating occcurs, not the male. He might be in charge the rest of the time, but not at this moment. His lupine tongue caressed her sweetness and he gave her a love bite on the firm flesh of her ass. Not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to get her attention.

She glanced over her shoulder again and chuckled, thrusting her hips backward on that long tongue. That was an option to be explored at a later date, but she wanted him to mount her. So she met his eyes and then lowered her head, a sign of willing submission to his desire.

Vladimir quickly moved down her body, entering his even more potent manhood into her sex as he did so. He reached around her body and pressed his hands down on top of hers, letting her vaginal walls clamp down on his massive cock. He had her locked in placed. She was his, but he was no fool. She was his for now because she had had wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Sadie had been caught by choice, and it made his heart and pride swell that she had chosen him.

As when he had fucked her ass, he started slowly, but it took all the patience he could muster to keep it that way. She pushed back against him, taking as much as she could, but even her talented pussy couldn’t handle all of him in this form. So he thrust in until her discomfort became obvious, then he withdrew. A few more penetrations to make sure he had his distance, and then he gave her exactly what she wanted: everything that he had.

His hips thrust into hers with power and speed like nothing Sadie had ever experienced before. She was so stretched and so full and so on edge that she couldn’t imagine settling for less ever again. His cock raged inside her, stronger and harder than anything before. His hands gripped hers so hard she knew he could crush them, but was just as sure that he wouldn’t. His furred chest pressed against her back between her wings, pressing down heavily upon her. He surrounded her and penetrated her and gave her everything she had ever wanted in a carnal act. He was primal and powerful and perfect for her.

Sadie realized that she loved him. No one matched her like he did. His character made up for her flaws, his body was built to satisfy her needs, and he power called to hers. She had not been in love in a very long time, at least not love with a capital “L.” She had cared deeply for many, but not like this. The last time she had fallen so hard, she had been utterly betrayed. She did not fear that from Vlad. She didn’t fear anything from him except potentially his absence.

Vlad saw Sadie’s face look back at him. Again, he thought of the differences between this magnificent creature and Teresa. Even when things had been better between them, the elf woman had never looked at him with such passion or . . . love?

‘Yes,’ he realized, almost the same time that Sadie herself did. ‘She loves me.’ The sentiment swelled in his own heart to match hers. She had given him back to himself, and he loved her for that. That, and for so many other reasons. He remembered that biting your lover during coitus rather than just feeding was a sign of great affection in vampire culture, and for it to be allowed was a sign of trust and respect. She had bitten him, and now turn about was fair play.

Sadie felt those powerful jaws pressing down on her skin, prickling both sides of her neck. She froze, but not from fear. She wondered if he truly had any idea how that felt to her. It was like lightning bolts of ecstasy jabbing into her in a dozen different places.

“Yes,” she crooned heatedly. “Oh yes!”

With that, Vlad exerted more pressure. He broke skin lightly in a few places, but nothing dangerous. The effect was instantaneous and amazing.

Sadie started to climax the moment that those little deadly tips crossed the barrier of her skin and let her blood flow. And the orgasm seemed to have no endpoint, wracking her body as he continued his machine-like thrusting. She was like a snake being electrocuted, her body writhing underneath him as pleasure rampaged through every nerve ending.

Vlad was getting a taste of Sadie’s blood, and it was sweet, powerful elixir. The blood of a powerful demon flowed through her veins, but he didn’t fear it. Sadie had shown that her blood could heal, and he saw no evil in that. Rather, just a taste of it invigorated him, healing the bite wounds and claw marks she had given him and giving him energy. He used that energy to redouble his efforts.

What the pain of anal intercourse had not accomplished, the pure bliss of what Vlad was doing to her almost pulled off . . . Sadie almost passed out. She was in the throes of a powerful series of orgasms that seemed to go on forever. Her sexual juices flowed from between her thighs and covered both of them, as well as making Vlad’s job that much easier.

After what seemed like forever, he released his jaws from her neck, thrusting all the way into her body and raising his face to the moon. He let out a howl that sent prey animals scurrying as far as they could, while the wild wolves of the northwest had no choice but to answer. The night filled with their primal howls. Sadie simply screamed her pleasure, joining her wild counterpart. Once again, Vladimir’s sperm flowed into her and once again she accepted it.

Her mind and soul glowed with a delicate sense of peace and contentment. She sank to the earth and a bed of leaves, but it felt comfortable. Vlad came with her, his warmth making her feel safe, something she didn’t even know that she needed or wanted. He was still firm and strong inside her, keeping them joined. She didn’t want to be separated from him now that she’d found him. She did feel him shift back to his full human form, and his lips kissed the neck that he had gripped with his animal teeth just moments earlier. He had taken her like an animal, but now he loved her like a man. Between the two, he had become everything to her, so she rolled over and kissed him back.

———————– ———-Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

The next night . . . .

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Melissa had been grinning up a storm when she arrived at Sadie’s trailer. Vlad was sitting in a lawn chair on the deck looking like he just ate the canary. One of Frankenstein’s bikers had been able to lend him a set of clothes, and the Gravestones police officer looked damn good in leather pants and a denim shirt. Sadie looked more than a little satisfied herself. She was back wearing her skin-tight blue-jeans, tanker boots, and a vest that she had altered to let her wings stay free. She was showing quite a bit of cleavage, which didn’t seem to bother her, Vlad, or anyone else standing nearby.

Melissa had been staying at Mary’s house since she’d left the previous evening, and she’d heard the two of them “cementing their relationship” from a mile away. There probably wasn’t a creature in the surrounding area who hadn’t heard it. She poked her head in the door of the trailer on a whim, and found that just about every piece of furniture had been busted or overturned except the bed, which was made of sterner stuff. The cat came out and looked around. The poor thing had been terrified. Apparently, the sex-fest had continued inside well after they’d had their fill of the great outdoors.

“Tell me you at least fed the cat,” Mel said with a smile, hugging her creator firmly. Due to their close psychic connection, she had a pretty good idea just how much Sadie had enjoyed Vlad’s company. There was a glow about her that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than love, even though Mel had never seen it before. Of course, she hadn’t spent a night with Mary since she’d Turned, but she hoped to see that glow in her own mistress some night.