0 comments/ 7577 views/ 5 favorites Blood Enemies/Lovers By: Dhc000333 Here I am, it's been over a century, but here I am. I'm going out to a club, a social gathering, merely and simply for fun. I am going there without the need or duty of protecting someone, some sort of territorial dispute, or cloak and dagger deal. No, pure fun is tonight's agenda. After I shower I head towards my closet. I walk naked all the time in my house, it's basically my nature. I put on my black, Under Armour, sleeveless shirt and underwear. I choose my black jeans; the new type that looks faded but apparently that is the style. I choose a horizontal, black and green-striped, short-sleeve, polo shirt. I slip on my semi-formal black shoes. I go back to my mirror and check myself. I lightly put on some cologne that adds to my alpha-omega masculinity. I put on my glasses, though I don't need them, but I love glasses, especially on a woman. One last look in my mirror, satisfied, and I leave my house. I get into my all-black Camaro and rev the engine to life. I put on some music from an artist that is actually a part of my race. I guess as I drive to my destination I should introduce myself. My name is Demetrius, well, my government name. My real name is actually spoken in a dead language that is too long to say. I am a werewolf, yes, a werewolf. All 6'9", 230 lbs, in human form, of pure muscle. So try to imagine me going full on wolf, not a pretty sight I tells ya. I am 936 years old and I have served my race as a mercenary, soldier, assassin, warrior, fighter, and protector. I have held positions such as pack leader, council member, and ambassador. As you can see, vacations are very few in-between. I'm originally from an African tribe that used totemic magic to infuse the power of certain animals into their warriors. I was naturally born a wolf. I was captured and turned slave to other tribes, but was finally rescued by those who share the same fate as me. Over the centuries I've been controlling, or better to say cohabitating with my wolf. We communicate in order to not oppress the other. Still, we always try to show who the boss is. I make it to this new, hot club. Of course, I heard the music well before I get here and even then I couldn't wait to get in. I had the valet park my car. People start wondering how someone who looks so plain has an overwhelming presence. I can smell the lust in the air; I howl out, the wolf inside is ready. The people outside can only stare in disbelief. I walk to the front of the line to the bouncer; I slip a $1000 bill to him. He lets me in immediately. Some human thought to impress his friends by grabbing my shoulder telling me to get in line. The human's frame is bigger and wider than mine, he reminds me of a long lost comrade I had. He was human too who swore to protect the were-children a couple centuries back. I just look him in his eyes. He sees the deepness in mine that tells him that I've seen things his nightmares would cower to. I take his hand off and continue inside. I let the music rush through my body. My wolf howls within; telling me to not disappoint. I walk over to the bar and tell the bartender to give me a water and ice. I gulp it down quick and tip him a $100 bill. As you can see, money isn't a problem. It's what happens when you live for over nine centuries; you tend to save and keep things. I go out to the dance floor. I groove through the crowd, feeling the flow, and barely even touching anyone. I settle in and gyrate my lower half. I ooze pheromones: females lust after me and the males become hostile even if they don't know it. That I can't control, the wolf inside is territorial; he's making sure my presence is known. Song after song I stay on the dance floor. The crowd gets drawn into my groove and stands back to watch. I take a break, but I don't need it. My endurance and stamina are way beyond a human's capacity. As soon as I get to the bar, I smell it. The stench of death, but it's hidden behind a fragrance their kind has been using. That's right, a vampire is here, make that four. It's hard to count them because death smells the same for all beings. The wolf inside is getting restless and agitated. Our bloodlines have never gotten along, even in times of peace or a truce. I've killed many vampires, and I was, I think still am, on top of their hit-list quite a few times. The major problem is that they decide to sit next to me while at the bar. I turn around, three bodyguards it seems. "Werewolf, state your business here." One says. I just gauge my future opponents. Here I am trying to have a night of fun and these losers come and try to destroy it. "By the smell of your death I can tell the oldest of you three couldn't be any more than 200, and I'm being nice. You're decently trained because I sense no hesitation in your formation. I suggest you leave me to my business or the fourth one you came with will have to send word that he or she lost three servants." I said only looking at the vampire in front of me. "We are here to guard our duchess, and you are the only threat we can sense in here." One says that is standing to my right. "Follow me." I tell them. In less than a minute Demetrius beats them to a bloody pulp, but doesn't kill them. He didn't even have to wolf out a sixth of his power. He comes back in with a smile and walks back to the bar to order another water. "Excuse me, sir. A beautiful lady left you this note." The bartender said sliding th note to me. I read it. Translated from vampire it says, "The Dance Floor." The wolf inside is also confused, and on-guard. Demetrius is curious but also on-guard. He turns to the dance floor. Slowly his focus makes out the figure dancing in the middle of the jam-packed dance area. You don't see vampires, especially female vamps like this one. She is an ssbbw, I believe that is the term humans use these days. I think the acronym means super-sized big and beautiful woman. I've seen human women in this manner. If I go strictly by dimensions, I'd say it's excess for no reason. Until I saw some that were more "functional", in a sense. This ssbb-vampire, or ssbbv for short, is definitely functional. She has the dimensions down; the excess fat is not sloppy or saggy. In fact, it is all muscle. She has complete control of her blood flow and muscles. Demetrius can hear her internal process. It is more finely tuned than a newborn's. She swings, shakes, and gyrates unbelievably seductively. It has been nearly thre hundred years since the last time Demetrius was hypnotized by a vampire. Well, they call it glamming. Demetrius isn't glammed, plus the vampire would have to be quite old or skilled to do so. She finally makes eye contact with him and she glides over to him. Literally, her feet slightly leave the ground. Demetrius grabs her. Her cold skin bit at his bare skin, and the wolf growls. Demetrius gives a spiritual "down boy" to soothe the beast. "Hello there." She greets while in Demetrius's strong arms. She bares her fangs to him but he doesn't back down or show disgust. "You are not here to fight, nor bite me. Come, let us sit and talk." Demetrius offers. "Definitely not the typical wolf. We will talk, but first, I want to dance." She grabs his hand and pulls, but Demetrius holds firm. He feels her power, no less than half of millennia of undead life under her belt. She turns back, almost furious, because of his insubordination. "To your race, I may be a dog, but don't let the fact that I haven't torn you to shreds yet fool you in thinking that I'll play nice with you. We shall walk, with me in front." Demetrius warns. The ssbbv stares into his eyes. Regardless of her size and stature she still wouldn't be able to defeat Demetrius. She rather ravish him, she hasn't had werewolf in a while. She tells him to lead the way. They walk inside the crowd and grind on each other. They cover the place with so much lust and carnality that everyone is effected. Couples and groups begin grabbing each other and pulling in close. "Your name?" Demetrius asks as he grabs her neck from behind and runs his other hand over her firm, but soft, midsection. "Olympia." She answers with a small gasp. "Hmmmmmmm. A fitting name." Demetrius agrees. They dance and dance with an ever so often show of force and authority over the other. Olympia grabs his crotch and is amazed at how wonderful it feels in her hand. "Watch it, that's almost a priceless millennia work of art you are holding." Demetrius says. The ssbbv just smiles a vicious grin and wraps her fingers tighter. Demetrius doesn't flinch. Olympia shows a confused look on her face until she realizes that his girth is flexing. "You're not the only one who has learned to control their body. Nine hundred, thirty-six years is a long time; you begin to want to test things about yourself. Now, if you'd kindly loosen that grip we can get back to dancing." Demetrius advises assertively. Olympia does just that and Demetrius grabs the ponytail Olympia is sporting. He pulls it downward and her neck cocks backward. A bit of anger shows through her plump face. Demetrius smiles but is short lived when he feels a poke in his thigh. Olympia is holding a knife to Demetrius's inner thigh, an area that is pretty much a weakness for his race. Demetrius lets go and Olympia rose and turns to face him with the knife still at his thigh. Olympia pokes in harder but Demetrius's flexed muscles stop the knife from going deeper. He grabs her wrist and takes the knife. He throws it at the wall where the bartender serves the drinks. The bartender gives a long sigh and grabs the knife. He places it in a box full of small weapons. Demetrius and Olympia finish the song and they decide to walk over to an area to talk. Demetrius gives a gentleman's gesture to have a seat and Olympia gives an arrogant pout. When they sit Demetrius orders her an O+ drink. "So tell me, how old are you?" Demetrius asks. "525 years, 8 months, 2 weeks and 3 days since I've been bitten." Olympia answers. "Yeah, you have that smell. I'm usually on point of another's age, rounding to nearest 100 years." Demetrius boasts. "How old are you?" Olympia asks. "936 years, 10 months, 5 days. Life is long in our world. Well, depending on occupational hazards." Demetrius jokes. Olympia gives a hearty laugh at that. Demetrius watches her large full breasts move up and down. His dick flinches quite well at that sight. Olympia did note the rise in his pants. She crosses her left leg over her right hand and uses her right to rub over the top of her left. Demetrius notes every movement and detail. He places his right hand in the upper part of her leg. He looks into her dark-brown eyes, her primary color before she goes vamp on a brotha. Olympia tries not to be entranced by his silver-moon eyes. She loves the moon; it's the one thing both of their races truly have in common that's a positive. They stare in each other's eyes, daring the other to make a move. "Tell me about your past." Demetrius said. "A werewolf, curious about a vampire's past, outside of the need to interrogate or kill?" Olympia questions. Demetrius just waits for her story. "Ok then. My family was royalty in the sense of family lineage only. Our resources, connections, and finances had been dwindling. The only thing that was keeping us in our lifestyle were marriages between my siblings and other landowners and high-middle class people. I was finally given away to this duke who was into all sorts of carnal tastes. At first I didn't like him because I was and still am a lady. After a while I became infatuated with him. He was actually more intelligent than people thought. Of course he did that to keep people off their guard around him. Before I was this size he said he needed me bigger; much bigger. He fed me like a horse. In the span of a year I had become three times bigger. He trained and shaped my body, then fed me again. I gained even more weight, but I didn't receive the training the final year. He told me that I received the proper diet. During that whole time he didn't touch me or another woman. Hard to believe I know. I understood he wanted to savor me and he was trying the whole denial fetish. I wanted to not be the kind of wife that makes her husband wait for affection or love. Still, he made us wait. When it was time for our consummation, of course he didn't last long, but, he was still trying to please me. Through the years I kept my huge figure. Mind you big women were more accepted. The smaller women would at times blatantly flirt with him. Him being a gentleman and mindful of his position he would have to flirt back. Did he take them to bed, of course, but he would always have me watch. He would look at me all through the session. It angered me, aroused me, and made me love him even more. He would then send the little wenches on their way, and he would turn into my little slave for a couple days. I didn't need him to do that because he loved me without peer. I did enjoy our sexual trysts with other women my size as well. The women were not married or they were whores. The duke and I were happy; and then one night it all changed. My husband was not exactly a warrior or fighter, but he protects his own with his all. The vampire that attacked us, let's just say he was into torture. All night I watched him turn my husband into a cripple, and my husband watched me get ravaged and raped. He fought, I saw it in his eyes as he crawled over, the vampire merely laughed and continued on me. My husband found the strength to raise his arm with a silver blade in his hand and gravity did the rest. At the same time, the vampire fell on my neck and his fangs sank in. I was too late in rescuing my husband from death because it takes time for the transformation to fully change a person when they are bitten. I never remarried and I used my new power to make my family name and honor increase a hundred fold. I ruled like a queen and they treated me as a duchess in need of a man. I wasn't in need of any man; no man could satisfy me like he did. Women, vampires, werewolves; I was always left wanting for more. Anyway, tell me yours." Olympia finishes. Demetrius is still too entrenched in her story. He could see himself back then. This once fairly plump, little girl made into a giant of a woman. It would have intrigued him seeing her survive in a male dominated society, human and vampire. She definitely had to use her brain and brawn to be able to live so long on her own. He realized she had been staring at him for a while and he snaps back to reality. His wolf hadn't warned him of any change in the atmosphere. His wolf too had become so complacent. "Really, we can't both be off our guard." He jokes with his wolf. The wolf gives a slight snarl, his way of being ashamed. "What was the question again?" He directs himself to Olympia. "I asked about your beginning." Olympia repeated. "Oh, well, I was born this way so no real story there. For a good part of my childhood I was a slave to other tribes. In Africa, those like me were used as weapons. I was actually rescued by one of the chieftain's daughters. She took pity on me and let me out of my cage. I ran through the plains and deserts to only be captured again. Even born were-, until you hit puberty, basically your powers come out in times of great danger. It took for me to be almost strangled to death for my wolf to come out and save me. I won't bore you with those details until another time." I said. "Oh, you sure there will another time with us?" Olympia asks coyly. Demetrius leans over closer to Olympia, looks into her eyes, and then kisses her. Olympia succumbs to his tongue so much she retracts her fangs. Further and further his long and wet tongue exhumes her cavernous mouth. Demetrius releases the kiss and sees the lust build higher and higher in Olympia's dark eyes. Her gigantic body does small surges as she tries to regain composure. "That's why." He says. He smiles and uses his finger to wipe away the saliva he left on the corners of her mouth. Olympia is still in her carnal mode and she is barely holding back the need to take him then and there in the club. "Calm down my pretty. There is still time. Anyway, a story of great love I believe we are sharing between us. The time I fell in love with another Were- outside of the wolf community seems sufficient. I was about 400 years old and wars were constantly erupting among the Were-people at the time. The werewolf syndrome had spread to other animals, and since humans eat animals they also contracted a virus form. Still, only a small percentage were born Were-. Anyway, I was on protective detail for a pair of twins. Both had the vampire and werewolf gene in them, so both sides wanted the children badly. I came across a clearing in a South American jungle, and I was almost home free of the vampire territory when this panther jumped in my way. I could tell she was a Were-, they are much larger or smaller than normal animals. Anyway, I had to protect the babies so I set them down. She bounded towards me fast and I allowed her to jump so I could get a choke-hold on her. I was able to calm her down to her human form. My wolf was pissed because I hadn't killed her or tried showing true dominance over her. That basically means rape and I'm not down with that. The were-panther was sent to retrieve the twins in exchange for immunity of her crimes against a certain pack of werewolves. She continued to follow us waiting for me to slip up on my duty. As the days went by she actually tried making conversation with me. Mostly about how foolish I was for taking on the job. I just chuckled at her opinions because they held some truth. Soon she was holding the babies. I still hadn't taken down my guard, but the kids didn't cry so I guess that was a good thing. The first time we kissed was actually after a heated battle with werewolves and vampires. She was a great Amazon Warrior. Same height as me, but she would be considered a bodybuilder in present time. We fought them off and I went to check on the kids. I got my breath when I saw them giggling and cooing up a storm and then she took my breath away with her passionate kiss. I broke free just to have her pounce on me in her panther form. Even though she couldn't talk in this form her wilds had taken over and she was not going to be denied. Even my wolf was eager to come out. I let him out so the beasts could have their fun tearing into each other, biting, scratching, until they were satisfied. In our human forms we made love. She decided then to help me protect the twins and perhaps give them a mother-figure. I was reluctant, but I wanted to be with her more than anything. The trip with her made it more pleasant and our battle maneuvering was always in sync. Then came the day it all ended. She was carrying the twins as I was scouting ahead. I was reliving the night before how in our human forms we would explore each others bodies. We tried to find the weak and sensitive areas. I was brought back by a familiar smell and realized that I was careless. I raced back to them and they had been surrounded by a rival wolf pack that I was at war against in the past. I ran in as fast as I could but they had slit her throat with a silver edged blade. The crimson flew onto the children. I transformed, but not into the wolf form but the half beast/half human form. I slaughtered each and every one of them. The children were crying for their mother. I buried her that day and much of my emotions and feelings for the next couple hundred years. The twins were safely brought to neutral lands." I finished. "We are some sad monsters aren't we?" Olympia asked. "We love too hard, I suppose." I answer. The air around them has changed because they told their deepest emotional moments with another. They hug each other for what seems like forever. That is short lived because the wolf is getting antsy, and hunger is setting in. Demetrius felt his wolf nudge him to get the show on the road. Olympia has become too engrossed in Demetrius's scent and her eyes fully gloss over in black. She picks him up and throws him out of the club. Demetrius rolls and hits a car. Olympia comes walking out of the club toward Demetrius. He is still out of sorts from the collision. Olympia raises him with one hand by his throat easily. Blood Enemies/Lovers "Time to feed my little puppy." Olympia says hungrily. Demetrius regains his senses and forced his way back to the ground with feet barely planted. "Let's play." Demetrius tackles Olympia, lifts her off the ground and runs to a nearby abandoned warehouse. He tosses her inside and barricades them both within. Demetrius turns to Olympia. With her full body standing to fight, Demetrius sees her muscles tense. "You know, I can tell you have studied me. A vampire of my size really doesn't seem much of a threat compared to that chiseled physique of yours. Come to duchess." She hisses with seduction. Demetrius rips his shirt off and takes off his shoes and socks. "You going to have to work for this." Demetrius said pointing to his dick. Olympia spins around with her super size in complete balance and control. She stops with her back facing Demetrius. She lifts up her blood-red, leather skirt. She shakes that humongous ass, teasing Demetrius to jump her. He does, like the sex driven beast that he is, in that the moment. He gets close to almost touching it and Olympia spins with a reverse-heel, roundhouse kick to his face, but Demetrius back bend dodges while sliding across the floor on his knees. He regains his stance and smiles at Olympia. Well trained indeed Demetrius thought. He saunters over to his voluptuous meal. Olympia remains as stationary as a mountain with a skyward grin on her face. She lets her vampire out, for she will have satisfaction tonight, even if it means Demetrius's death. She jumps in the air; Demetrius just watches and tells her to bring it. She falls directly above forcing her heavy body to crash into his. Demetrius enjoys the view for a while; he unleashes half his power and catches Olympia. The ground beneath them caves in and a small tremor shakes the rest of the flooring. Demetrius wraps Olympia in a bear hug; his powerful muscular arms flexing around her bodacious middle. Olympia screams with pleasure, feeling his awesome strength crush her with unyielding might. Demetrius looks at his prize, the wolf inside proud of his catch, he will continue this until either she gives up or her spine breaks. Olympia looks back down at Demetrius, she gives a huge smile and head butts him. Demetrius releases his grip a slight but Olympia takes advantage and slips out his arms. She grabs him by his neck with both hands and Demetrius gets his lock back on her spine. "Who will give in first I wonder?" Demetrius says through a crushed larynx. "Mmmmmmm. Oooooooh. Ouch. I wonder that myself." Olympia says as she winces in and out of pain and pleasure. They remain vigilant in their showdown, but Olympia lets go and claps Demetrius's ears, another weakness. Demetrius lets go and howls incessantly. Olympia pops her spine back in proper order. She fixes herself and walks over to Demetrius. She slaps him, what felt like fire against his face. Blood sprays across the ground. She quickly brings a backhand and again another spray of blood. Demetrius smiles his bloody retort. He charges forward and rams her into the wall on the opposite end. She punches at him but he parries her and pulls her out of the hole to shove her whole front into another part of the wall. He immediately grabs her ponytail, slaps her ass hard causing her to gasp with pain, and pulls her out. He drags her backwards; she fights back to no avail. In the center of the building he throws her straight up by her hair. Seeing her gigantic body go through the air is magnificent. He jumps up to attack but Olympia clothesline him in midair. She grabs his neck and bunches herself within his center. Demetrius is squashed between her behemoth beauty and the ground on impact. It hurts so bad he can't scream, and so, he only spasms in pain. Olympia stands up and spreads her legs over his face. Demetrius roars out but Olympia stomps on his face with her heel. She slowly and fiercely pushes down on his face. Demetrius's lower body arches upward. Olympia steps off and walks off figuring her pet had been broken. Demetrius grabs her ankle and trips her face first to the ground. She turns slightly around to see Demetrius already clamping his claws into her ass. Olympia screams from the ten-finger piercing, and Demetrius slides her back to a wall. She tries to stand but her bum is wounded. Demetrius again presses her against the wall with his forearm at her throat. Olympia tries to go for his genitals, but he catches onto her scheme, and raises her upward. He finally grabs her whole neck and extends his arm fully. His sense of smell locks onto her vortex. She has been in heat the whole time; she drips so much. Demetrius rips off her skirt and thong. He puts his face in her snatch and let loose his elongated, wet tongue. It found itself inside and sloshes away. Olympia is trying her best to get out of her predicament but it feel way too good. She hears his tongue delve deeper and deeper within her. Demetrius releases his grip but places her on his shoulders. Standing straight up with ease he continues his assault. Olympia grabs his head and tries to smother him. She twitches and coos while sitting on his shoulders. Demetrius bends backwards with control; never allowing Olympia to lose balance. He gets into a crab position and Olympia grinds her snatch on his mouth. Demetrius is enjoying himself too much, but he can't help it. It's been so long since he's had so much fun. Olympia puts her hands on her knees and with supreme booty control she twerks on his face. She, literally, slams so much of her massive on him that any other neck would have given way, but Demetrius held his own. Olympia realizes she is being selfish and gets off. Demetrius stands back up. With a quick turn of her wrist she slashes his pants to strips. They fall revealing his swollen wolf-hood. He picks his dick up and begins stroking himself. Olympia let loose her tongue, salivating at the sight of his rod. She bends forward in front of him and takes him all the way down, and she tongue plays and massages his member at the same time. Demetrius breathes in deeply to keep composure. Olympia runs him backward into the wall. She holds her position still and grabs his nipples. She massages his chest and Demetrius exclaims. Olympia finally comes off, his dick drenched in wetness. She gets on her knees and grabs his dick with both hands. She strokes him with unparalleled skill. Demetrius knows he's in trouble but he doesn't want her to stop. Olympia does just that when she felt his cum building up. Demetrius saw this coming but it sucks nonetheless. Olympia slaps his dick, punishing it for not holding on better. Demetrius only laughs. "Fuck my mouth into oblivion." Olympia commands. Demetrius grabs the back of her head, looks into her eyes, and warns her, "Are you sure?" Olympia slaps his thigh causing Demetrius to shove his full girth and length down her throat. He comes back out fast and back in just as hard. Olympia gags like never before. Her whole, huge body convulses and she retches all over his pelvis. She fell onto her back trying to regain some semblance of being a lady. "Too much for you I see." Demetrius said as he came to her side. The color of green and yellow in black shades is covering her chin but Demetrius has seen worse than vampire vomit. He picks her up, but she tries to hide her face. Demetrius kicks up his shirt and catches it with his left hand still holding Olympia in his right arm. He wipes off her face and he dabs the corners of her chubby cheeks. With his clothes in ruin Demetrius decides to go full wolf. Olympia weighs close to 400 pounds but she feels like a babe in his arms. He runs through the night with her in his arms. The cool air and the bright moon shining down on them only make their hunger for each other increase. Demetrius makes it to his home. He places her back on her feet and opens the door. Demetrius is still in his humanoid wolf-form and it'll be a while before he calms down to change back, but with Olympia bare-assed in his home, he doubts that will be soon. He takes out a couple of raw steaks. In his refrigerator he stocks up on all sorts of animal meat,\; can't go around eating humans all willy nilly these days. "Would you like yours warmed?" Demetrius asked in a guttural growl. "Yes please." Olympia said sitting at his bar. "I don't necessarily drink but I have a few things. I have cognac, Jack Daniels, vodka, tequila, rum, or Hennessy. I need to get sake." Demetrius listed. "I'll take the rum." Olympia requested. Demetrius takes out her steak and pours the rum on top of it. He rubs the liquor into the flesh. After a couple of minutes he sets the meat inside the stove for a few minutes. Olympia enjoys her dark, heavenly view. Never had she been so attracted to a werewolf so much. Even in this humanoid form she feels weak in the knees. He is flawless in his ways in the kitchen. She wants to be held tightly in his well developed muscles. She caught herself giving herself a hug to contain her excitement. "So, you do this for all the pretty little vampires?" Olympia asks playfully. "God no. You're the first that I've brought back to my house. I figured you'd be starving, and considering that we immortals made a truce to not harm humans, this here steak will do the trick." He takes it out, it's a bit warm but the rawness is still there. "Seasoning?" Demetrius asks. "Mediterranean." Olympia answers. "I like mine with a bit of spice." Demetrius lightly spreads Cajun seasonings onto his meal.. He puts the steaks on plates and gathers eating wares. He hands Olympia her plate and she cuts into it quick. The taste is eloquent and robust at the same time. The angus with all the nutrients in the blood make it fantastic. "What do you do? Grow your own animals?" Olympia asked through chews. "A friend of mine got into the whole foods market a few years ago. He has his own farm animals that he sells to werewolves. He made a fortune and I buy from him all the time." Demetrius explains as he chomps into his meal. The tequila adds a kick to the already spiced Cajun seasoning. They finished their meal, and went to freshen up. Once they were done they are back at it again. Demetrius is pawing away at her exposed, cold flesh. He can't decide which part of her he wants to settle into. He decides her breasts. He smothers himself between her hills. He licks and suckles. He leaves wolf teeth marks around her big breasts. Olympia rubs the back and top of his mane. His hair is very soft; usually elder wolves have some of the more brittle strands. Olympia runs her fingers through the cloud felt strands. She reaches down to feel his dick. She missed "him" something fierce. The tug job Olympia is giving Demetrius is mind blowing. Her supple fingers and subtle technique has him growling with a mouthful of chest. He takes one hand and explores her derrière. He found the crack of her ass and squeezes a cheek. Olympia shudders with a pleasing smile. Demetrius massages the crevice of her anus making it wet with cum. "I want you to lie on your stomach." Demetrius insists. Olympia complies. On her stomach she opens her cheeks with her hand and she points to her asshole. Demetrius nods in agreement and slowly shoves inward. Every inch brings Olympia closer to orgasm. The rhythm and poise has Demetrius hit Olympia's g-spot over and over. Her eyes change into those deep, dark, black pools. She shrieks with wanting more; faster and harder. She grunts through the pain but every time Demetrius fully gorge hers butthole she shivers on his dick. Demetrius loves that sensation. After a solid thirty minutes Demetrius takes his dick out. He is still in his humanoid form and almost spent. Olympia turns around; she can already feel the soreness inside her cinnamon walls. She spreads her legs and bends forward a bit. Demetrius laps the outside rim of her anus. Slowly it helps relieves the pain. "Mmmmm, damn Demetrius." She confesses. "I'll do you one even better." Demetrius promises. He turns Olympia on her back. He wants her to watch as he gives her the pleasure she hasn't felt in centuries. He puts her gargantuan legs on his shoulders, he situates himself in perfect position to penetrate and withdraw, and he grabs her waist; his grip tightens. Olympia watches in anticipation as Demetrius sets up. She can tell that he is definitely going to give her the orgasm that has been lost to her for so long. With an expert and experience thrust, Olympia reacts with her upper body arching upward. Demetrius allows her to settle back down to earth and thrusts once again. Olympia grips the sheets of his bed and grits her teeth. She settles into that thrust and opens her eyes to see Demetrius watching and observing. He hunts without peer. His third thrust sends a shockwave into her abdomen and it swirls. Olympia shrieks with soul shattering force. Demetrius changes the rhythm by using a repetitious thrust with rolling his hips. He stirs her sugar walls and it makes her giggle. Olympia is tickled by his skill. Her oooohs and aaaahs are like black silk. Demetrius keeps his control but his wolf wants to end this game. Demetrius won't let it end so easily. He continues his technique with added speed. He sees her belly shake with waves and it turns him on even more. Olympia lets herself sink into the pleasure. Demetrius stops, Olympia opens her eyes to see why. That sly and cunning grin on his face came back. Demetrius wraps his arms under her and lifts her up. Olympia is a creature of the night and heights do not scare her, but looking into her werewolf lover's gleaming silver eyes, bared canine teeth and fangs, and feeling the new sensation of the position, she became nervous. Again, Demetrius situates them in perfect position. He settles back a bit and cups her wide cheeks in his hands. "You won't know what hit you." Demetrius warns. He pushes his full length into her steadily. Olympia chokes a bit. He is rubbing areas inside her without any resistance. He grinds his hips, and she hums to the stirring he's giving her. Demetrius begins his assault in a steady manner; hard enough that the connection of skin sounds like a thudded smack. Olympia drenches his dick in cream after his fifth sequence. Olympia is practically sex drunk by the thirtieth sequence. Her body has become like putty and she melts. She finally didn't have the sense to remain holding onto Demetrius's neck and she goes limp. Demetrius still holds her enormous body in position and goes for broke. Each thrust is full brim: hard, fast, accurate, and precise; both entering and exiting. Olympia looks like a ragdoll flopping up and down to his rhythms. She screams and moans with deadly ecstasy. She started remembering past lovers and none compared to Demetrius. She vamps out once again and she has her orgasm. "Stand still!!" She shouts at Demetrius. He stops and she shakes violently on his dick. Demetrius can barely hold her in place as he holds an earthquake in his arms. She mutters Vampirian words and phrases that Demetrius barely understands. Demetrius during that whole exchange was desperately holding onto what sanity and control he had. The wolf inside wanted out and loose. They both fought for control over the experience. When Olympia fell back the wolf was able to gain control. Demetrius's consciousness was locked away for a while. The claws sunk into her cheeks drawing blood, and the wolf showed no signs of stopping. He howled through the madness of carnality; panting and thrusting with reckless abandonment. It wasn't until Olympia yelled "Stand still!" that the wolf heeled. The lock broke on Demetrius's consciousness and he was able to regain some control but there was no need. The wolf had obeyed, and a tear ran down his cheek. He remembered one, such a long time ago, loved one who had the same level of authority over him and Demetrius. A love once lost and forgotten. Demetrius sat next to his wolf and shared consciousness. Olympia had been spasming for minutes now in midair on his shaft. Her pussy would flex on his dick making it hard for him to keep her in position, him to not thrust even more, hell, to not even cum. He decides to go for it anyway. He begins moving his pelvis and hips keeping a strong stance. He raises Olympia in upright position, he keeps her stationary, and blindly impales with speed and precision. Olympia begins crying because it is so good; she squirts, she leaks, it is a complete dam break. She tightens her kitty muscles again and that sends Demetrius over the edge. Something is wrong though. The constant sensation of wanting to release is lingering way too long. "What's wrong?" Olympia asks. Demetrius looks into Olympia's eyes when he hears that question. She is forcing him not to cum. She laughs out loud at his pain, at his futility. "Beg me." Olympia commanded. "You don't know who you dealing with." Demetrius warns. He continues his attack. He has been challenged, his wolf has been challenged, and nothing, but complete victory will suffice. His wolf knows what to do. They continue with same position and rhythm. Olympia continues to keep his release at bay. She is sadistically giddy keeping Demetrius chained up, so-to-speak. Once Demetrius gauges the timing he hooks his arms under Olympia's thighs. He leans her back a bit and then spears her pussy hard, so hard that Olympia is forced back further off his dick and she comes back like a pendulum and Demetrius thrusts again. "That it wolf boy? I will admit it is fun and all but you're just not breaking my concen...aaaaaaah!" Olympia interrupted. "What's wrong little girl?" Demetrius stabs again and Olympia again screams and bewildered at the turn of events. Demetrius continues, breaking her away from her own concentration. Her control gives way; she realizes too late what Demetrius has done. Demetrius uses the force of a pendulum to plow both her holes. He had been gauging the right timing, momentum, target acquisition, speed, penal control, and potential force needed. In and out of her vagina and anus while standing, for only perfection would allow victory. Demetrius is finally feeling his chains break, he releases Olympia, and she falls to the floor. He shoots nine, long, thick streams over her mountainous form. Some hit her face, some her neck and breasts. Olympia lies on her back spent. She breathes heavily realizing how famished she had become. Demetrius looks down at her, he too is breathing hard. He did finally calm down enough to begin his transformation back to human form. He brings back a wet towel and soap. He washes her skin, clearing it of his semen. He rinses and dries her off. He lies down on the floor next to her looking up at the ceiling. "That was incredible." Olympia said turning towards him. She laid her head on his chest. She can hear the wolf breathe; he is at peace, for now. Olympia places her left leg across Demetrius's lower body rubbing up and down against it. She is so comfortable it makes her restless and giddy. Demetrius smiles and turns his face towards hers. "Hungry?" Demetrius asks. "Always." Olympia answers. Demetrius gets up and walks to his fridge. He takes out two steaks and a rack of ribs. He places them on the floor. Olympia sits up on her arms. Demetrius cuts pieces off and feeds her. He takes bites himself. He smiles at her blood covered mouth. He listens to her chew and looks into her seductive, playful eyes. He watches his super size big beautiful vampire goddess eat and consume, and he would allow her to tear this world's throat and watch it bleed out before he ever thought of having to separate from her. The things we monsters do for love or for some form of genuine connection with another.