12 comments/ 12381 views/ 17 favorites Hybrid Story By: shuriken2012 I am the most interesting person you could ever hope to meet. This is no exaggeration on my part. Let me start this whole thing off by telling you that everything that you know about the world is wrong. Ok, not exactly wrong, just not complete. I could tell you of things that would make your head spin clear off your shoulders. Things that would make the bravest of men run for the skirts of their mothers. Things so beautiful that one brief look would burn your retinas. For the most part things of these magnitudes are not so common, but they do exist. Magic exists. Which brings me back to me being the most interesting person you could ever meet. There are thousands of magical beings and creatures out there. Think of every bedtime story and fairytale you can and any creatures in them most likely exist in one form or another. Unicorns, fairies, elves, dwarves, griffins, pegasus, and the list can go on. There are also the less benevolent creatures like vampires, demons, minotaur, succubus, zombies, Cyclops, and this list is just as long. When I say less benevolent that does not necessarily mean evil though. In my experience there are very few entities that I would describe as just pure evil, or many that would be pure good for that matter. Everyone has a little bit of both in them; me more than most. I am unique in the magical encyclopedia. My mother was a werewolf and my father is a vampire. This, while being extremely rare, is not entirely unheard of and there are a couple of werewolf/vampire hybrids running around out there; No, there is a bit more to me than that. For reasons that have not been disclosed to me, when my mother was pregnant she drank angels' blood and dragons' blood every day. This being blood of magical nature it penetrated my amniotic sac and slipped into my DNA. I have no idea how they managed this because even being able to wound either of these beings is an almost impossible task. You get why you will never meet anyone like me yet? I mean, how often do you see a werewolf/vampire/dragon/angel hybrid? Anyways this all comes together to create me: Cole Hunter. Since you are dying to know what the freaky hybrid looks like I will get right to it. My height is about 6' 2". Sometimes it can change depending on my mood. Nothing freaky like 8 feet tall but it can vary by an inch or two. For the most part I stay consistent though. My hair is midnight black and somewhat long for a guy. In the back it almost reaches the top of my shoulders and in the front goes to the middle of my eyes. I like it this way because my eyes are my most noticeable feature being a deep, bright gold, slightly angled up and I like to keep myself inconspicuous. My face is smooth, never having seen a blemish in my whole life. My nose is straight and my cheekbones a little prominent. Not enough to make me look skinny but enough to make me look a bit sharp. My body is inhumanly (no pun intended) toned and sturdy. My muscles are not bulging like a guy on steroids or anything but they are noticeable and a little bit scary, when I want them to be. Now to the fun stuff: what can the mutant hybrid do? For one I can use magic (I will explain how magic works later) and as far as I can tell I am really gifted at it. My skin is very hard, not bulletproof, but hard enough to break the hand of any fool human that decides to punch me. I say human because magical creatures would be able to penetrate my skin eventually. I can run extremely fast. Not fast like the Flash, but fast enough so that I am all but a blur to anyone who is not magical (and even quite a few who are magical). My strength is ridiculous. I can move several hundred times my own body weight with ease and there seems to be no limit on my endurance (I would later find this to be wrong). All of my senses are highly acute. I see and hear for miles, and smell rain days before it happens. I can feel the slightest shift in the atmosphere. You already know about my height shifts but I can shift in other ways too. My canines can become sharp and prominent like a vampire (or a wolf, I guess) and my nails elongate and become pointed. I have the ability to run on all fours but I do not do it much unless I am chasing something way faster than me (hey I never said I was the fastest in the world). Oh and here's the real kicker: I am immortal. In addition to all of my natural abilities I have been training in several martial arts since I was two days old. I have fifteen black belts and I can use a wide range of weapons from a wooden club to a sword to sniper rifle. Having just read all that you must be thinking that I am pretty much the most overloaded person ever. Well that is not true. I am only 18 years old after all. While I do have many natural abilities due to my hybrid nature, I am still young. There is much that I have yet to experience and learn about when it comes to the magical world. There are creatures out there thousands of millennia old that could wipe the floor with me without getting out of bed. In time I would probably be able to best them but time is not always a luxury you have in the magical world, even if you are immortal. Like in the mundane world we have power struggles and fights. Various factions trying to get the upper hand over the others. To do this they need power. To get power they can do three things: find or make magical items, recruit powerful members, or steal the power of others. This is where my problem comes in. Eventually, they will learn about me and come seeking me out, either to recruit or strip me of my power. And I am not really the joining type. I just turned eighteen today, which means in the magical community that I can now be challenged. When a magical being turns 18 a sort of beacon flares up around them for a split second, like when you throw a rock into still water. The more powerful the being the more powerful the beacon. When I turned the beacon was so powerful it shorted out all the lights in my city for a few minutes. Weaker creatures do not really have to worry about factions because, well, they are weak. However they are bound to come for me. It is just a matter of time. I live in New York City (I know, cliché) with my dad, the vampire. His name is Blake, by the way, and he is a whopping 327 years old. Like I said earlier, there is rarely a creature that is pure good or evil so all the stuff you think about vampires going on killing sprees needs to be thrown out. I am not saying that it does not occasionally happen but for the most part they are discreet and rarely kill when drinking. My dad is the one who trained me and to date, I have yet to beat him in hand-to-hand combat. Like I said, there is no replacement for experience. I am currently enrolled as a senior in Ben Davis High School in Manhattan. Now you would probably be expecting me to be the captain of every sports team but I am not like that. It is not that I have any aversion whatsoever to using my abilities in order to get ahead, it is just that I prefer a low profile. Must be the vampire in me. I have always been more of a 'man behind the curtains' kind of guy. After all, they are the ones with the real power. I do not really have any friends and I do not mind that at all. Looking like the son of a god insures that I still get invited to the best parties and events where I can pick up pretty much any female I please. I am not a man whore by any stretch of the imagination because my encounters with these ladies rarely goes beyond me going down on them, which I excel at since my tongue can stretch to about six inches. I do not masturbate afterwards either if that is what you are thinking. I tried it once out of curiosity and I got nothing at all from it (which with my senses is really saying something). Personality wise I can appear to be pessimistic and unfeeling. This is not really true I am just a really stoic person. I am exceptionally intelligent and being so rarely show emotion as I prefer to analyze what others are thinking and feeling while leaving them in the dark about me. This does not mean that do not feel it I just do not show it all that much. I find Kevin Hart as funny as the next guy and I will laugh at his show with everyone else but I laugh much shorter and quieter than others. Embarrassment is the one emotion that I absolutely do not feel. I find it completely and utterly pointless as it does not help the situation that generates the emotion any. For instance, let us say that my clothes get stolen and I have to walk home naked. I would do it without the slightest hint of red entering my cheeks because that would not make me get home any faster or make my clothes appear out of thin air. I find that people who get embarrassed at every little thing annoying and have a rather hard time dealing with them. The way I deal with it is I take a careful second to think over this situation and respond accordingly without all the useless stammering and blushing. My story starts on my 18th birthday, September 1, 2012. It was a Tuesday. I got out of bed at eight thirty and did my daily routine to get ready for school. I find it kind of absurd that in addition to my magical education I have to go to school, but magical beings still have to operate in the human world. I got up took a shower, brushed my teeth, you know the things you do in the morning. I had my stuff all ready to go and was heading out when I saw a box on the kitchen table. I had a writing scrawled on it saying: 'Happy birthday. Have a good day and be careful. It will not be long until they start coming. Enclosed in this box is a dagger I had special made for you by dwarves. It is forged from star metal. I am sure that you will recognize the functions it can serve. I know that you prefer swords but you could hardly carry one with you to school. Dad.' I opened the box and looked at the dagger. It was breathtaking. The blade is iridescent black, 9" long and 4" wide, thick as my pinkie finger. The edge was so sharp it looked dangerous just sitting there and possibly may have been enchanted as the air became shimmery around it. Running up the rib in the middle is a shiny gild of ancient Japanese kanji saying 'always prepared'. The crossguard is also of gold with a gentle upwards curve towards the tip. The hilt is black with two thin spirals of gold running in from the bottom of the crossguard to the top of the pommel. Three slender golden ribs extend from the bottom of the crossguard and inside of them is a black diamond the size of an egg shaped into a point from three pentagons. The gold ribs run up the side of the diamond and fade to nothing half an inch from the tip. It is the most beautiful dagger I have ever seen and I have seen thousands of daggers, some heavy laden with jewels, gold, and inscriptions but none of them match this work of art before me. I reach out and as my hand wraps around the hilt my hand is cut on a sharp edge of the diamond. My blood seeps into the stone and it shines bright and light spills from the kanji. I recognize this as the blade accepting me as its owner. Due to enchantments placed on the diamond this blade can only be wielded by me or someone of my choosing. The dagger would fly from the hands of anyone attempting to use it and if necessary, wound or even kill the culprit if they kept trying. I immediately recognized some of the uses for this dagger as my dad had said I would. First, star metal is one of the most magically conductive materials out there. This meant that I would be able to channel my magic into the blade to augment it. There are many methods of augmenting weapons, which I will get into later. The diamond on the pommel could be used to store magical energy to use at a later date. On closer inspection, I saw that it was already enchanted to absorb ambient magical energy. This dagger is truly a marvelous piece of work. the hilt was just as nice, black with gold engravings of a dragon twisting around it with an angel at the top. Before we can get to the rest of the story I need to give you a basic overview of magic. Magic is all around us. It is quite literally in the air, which is the ambient magic that my dagger absorbs. However the magic in the air is weak. The most potent source of magic resides in living beings, like me. Not everyone that is magical can use magic. Werewolves and vampires, for instance, cannot use magic. They can use the gifts magic gave them, like rapid healing and super-strength, but they cannot use magic itself. But what IS magic? That is a long and complicated answer and the way I can best put it is that it is energy. Not normal energy like solar or electricity, more magical. Magic users, like witches, wizards, or warlocks (there are hundreds more but not the time for that) can manipulate this energy to accomplish their wills. This can be done through various methods like channeling, enchanting, potion making, or speaking the magical language. The whole art is a very subtle and dangerous thing. Magic is divided into categories which divide into classes that have subclasses that have specialties and it goes on and on. One of the important things to know about magic is that there has to be balance. Imagine that I am an elemental mage. If I was to master fire and lightning then I would not be able to learn water. It is possible to learn multiple classes of magic but mastering one is difficult enough on its own. I am a bit special in magic. Seeing as how I have so many different natures in me I am able to learn competing types of magic, like the fire, lightning, and water thing. There are others who can do this through much practice and manipulation but it comes to me naturally. But again I am only 18 so my skills are still not as good as they will be after a hundred years. Magic is a skill that takes several immortal lifetimes to master, even in one as gifted as I. My most skilled area of magic is elemental, primarily lightning and air. I can use the others well enough, except for earth, I suck at that. I am decent at alchemy, which is working with magic on the atomical and molecular level. I can use this to change states of matter or even blow things up by accelerating the molecules. When it comes to healing I am a beginner, seeing as how I regenerate quickly on my own. My father one broke my tibia and it healed by the end of the night. My name is Cole Hunter and this is my story. This is my first story please give only constructive criticism. If you must insist on being an ass about my story then at least don't be a pussy and comment anonymously. Regardless of the kind of feedback I get I will continue this series. Hybrid Story Ch. 02 Hello *I made a couple of mistakes on my last submission 1. the diamond comes out of the pommel, not the crossguard 2. it is the scabbard, not the hilt, that has the angel/dragon design on it *I haven't fully decided what direction I want this story to go yet so it will be moving a little slowly. I left our apartment, after strapping my new dagger onto my arm, and hopped into my car, a black 2012 Chevrolet Camaro Zl1. If you have not noticed by now I rather have a thing for the color black; in fact the only articles of clothing I own that are not black are various suits, dress shirts, and ties. It only takes me about ten minutes to get to school because I drive like a demon, no pun intended. Almost the second I walk through the door, Desiree is at my side. Desiree is nineteen and without a doubt the hottest girl at school and she has a thing for me, of course. She is tall, about 5' 11" with dark red hair halfway down her back and pale, flawless skin. Her face is heart-shaped with big, pouty lips. Shocking blue eyes the color of sapphires gaze at you as if she can see your soul. She has amazing breasts, a 38DDD if my eyes are correct (of course, they are) and they are so firm that she hardly ever wears a bra. The rest of her figure is just as curvaceous, with a flat stomach and flared hips that lead to the most beautiful ass you can imagine. Her legs are long with just a hint of muscle definition that looks oh so tantalizing when she wears heels. I always politely rebuff her but she just keeps coming back. It is not that I do not find her attractive, I do, it is just that my situation with girls is complicated. You see, werewolves mate for life. Once they consummate a relationship it is almost impossible to split them, especially the females. Something about the magic in them makes it impossible for a female werewolf to enjoy sex from anyone other than their chosen mate. It is not like this for the males wolves are one of the most monogamous animals in the world and this trait passed on to the werewolves. Since I am part werewolf any female that I have sex with becomes attached to me. I doesn't even have to be sex; once a girl was jacking me off and some of my cum got on her tongue and I practically had to use a crowbar to keep her away from me for the next few months. The bond is not fully developed through oral sex but it is still powerful stuff, especially for a human, which is why I only go down on girls. Now you are probably thinking that I am a virgin but that is not so. I have had sex exactly one time, back when I was fifteen. It was with a senior during spring break and I regretted it for months. This was before I knew how much of the mating bond I had inherited so I did not know to be careful. To make a long story short, after six months I had to buy a potion to erase her memory of it after she would not leave me alone. I am never going through that again. Anyways, back to the present "Happy Birthday Cole!!!", she said excitedly. I just looked at her and asked, "How did you know it was my birthday?" She stared at me mischievously for a second and then said, "A girl has to have her secrets now, right?" I thought about it for a second and deciding it was not worth it, I let it drop and just said "thank you." We continued walking down the hall towards our first period class. She was chattering to me nonstop and I only grunted occasionally in reply. Desiree gives off the impression that she is not too bright but I can see through it and tell that she is quite intelligent. I do not know why she hides it and never bothered to ask, figuring she has her own reasons. We enter the class and she breaks off from my side as we go to sit at our own seats. I sit in the back of every class and sleep because I already know all the material that the teachers cover. It drives them crazy how I never pay the slightest attention yet still ace every assignment and test they care to throw in front of me. As I doze I get the strangest feeling that I am being watched. Having been trained to never ignore my instincts I do a sweep of the room. No one is paying me any attention except for Desiree. She is staring at me intently and when her eyes meet mine, she slowly blows me a kiss and winks. Discounting my feeling to nerves I put my head back down. The rest of the day goes just like that until fourth period, which I have free. Glad to have a break from the monotony of class I hop into my car and drive to a nearby park. It is not large by any stretch of the imagination but it is secluded and allows me time to meditate. My father taught me meditation at a young age, impressing upon me the importance of having a clear and focused mind. I sit Indian style and allowing my breathing to deepen. Slowly, my thoughts slip away and my whole world is composed of my breathing. This continues for five minutes, then ten, then twenty, and thirty. My meditation is broken by fluctuations in the air. I slowly open my eyes and standing in front of me are four men each wearing black and red cloaks with the hoods pulled up over their heads. Each is gripping a staff with onyx spheres on the top and the bottom narrowing into a sharp point. "And so it begins," I say under my breath as I sigh and stand up. I look at them with my hands at my side and my body in a relaxed posture showing that I was going to attack. One of them stepped forward and began to speak in a low, breezy voice, "Hello young one. We are the Order of the Ravens and we would like to formally invite you to join us. We realize the difficulty in being a lone magical entity and want to make this as easy for you as possible." I just looked at him, trying to figure out what they are. After a few second I replied, "What if I do not want to join you?" At this question all of their hands tightened around their staffs but that was the only sign of agitation. The speaker spoke again saying, "That would be most unfortunate. We are a very powerful organization and could offer you much in the way of protection and training against some of the more...unsavory characters out there. If you were not to ally with us I fear that you might meet a very unfortunate...accident." I snort at the barely concealed threat and just shake my head. "All the same I think I will take my chances. Sorry to you for having made this trip for nothing. Now if you will excuse me I will be having to get back to class. Good day gentlemen." I turn around and take a step before I duck and roll to the side. The speaker had swung his staff at me and had I moved a second later he would have gotten me in the side of my head. "Big mistake!" he hisses at me as they move to surround me. I give a big sigh and with annoyance in my voice I say, "I am afraid you are the ones who have made the mistake. You should have just walked away." They slam their staffs into the ground and each say a word in the magical language and a light red barrier appears around me. I reach my hand out to touch it and quickly pull it back after my palm gets sliced right down the middle. It heals in a few seconds but I am wary to touch it again after that. They seem to be sorcerers but not all that skilled from what I can see. The barrier is made of pure energy, which would usually keep anyone from crossing it but they adding a revulsion article to whatever spell they used to keep me from touching it. It seems that they intend to trap me until they find a way to subdue me. As if I would let that happen. Seeing as how I have not had a decent fight in a while I decide to let loose a little bit. I reach into myself and call on my magic and use it to shatter the barrier. This releases all the energy used to create it and a concussion blasts out but we all manage to keep out footing. They shout in anger and rush me all at once. I allow myself morph into my more feral form and go to work. First, I get out of the center by tackling one of the sorcerers to the ground. My force carries us a good fifteen feet from the others and I use the time to quickly rip out his throat with my claws. He gurgles for a second and then his eyes glaze over and the body stops moving. I fluidly get up and turn to the others, flicking blood off my claws as I do. They look at me in shock for a second, taking in my incredibly long and sharp claws and canines. My eyes burn bright gold and I rush them. The one closest to me swings uses the point of his staff as a spear and lunges at me but I sidestep and get inside his lunge. I grab his wrist to immobilize the staff and with my other hand, I shred his chest. His eyes go wide and he lets out a scream before I throw him onto the next advancing opponent, who buffets him aside with a blast of energy. The last two surviving sorcerers, having gotten used to my speed, are preparing to cast spells at me. I raise my own barrier of compacted air designed to leech away the magic from any attacks directed at me. It has no impact on their physical aspect but if it is magical in nature then it will be suppressed and then die out. After seeing the kind of barrier they made I am certain that they are only good for purely magical attacks which is why I chose this barrier. They raise their staffs and the onyx on the ends glint in the sunlight. Energy blasts out the onyx straight at me but is stopped by my barrier. They are panicking now, having seen one of their number's throat destroyed and the other eviscerated, with none of their attacks working. I retaliate with my own magic and bolts of lightning arc from my hands and strike them both in the chest. The lightning blasts clear through their chests and they fall. I hear whimpering behind me and see the one with the shredded chest trying to crawl away. I bend over to touch him with my palm and using alchemy I stop the motion his atoms. His body turns into dust in seconds and there is nothing left of him. As I turn to get up I hear a 'twang' and move just fast enough to catch and arrow around the shaft that would have hit my clavicle. I look up and on the roof of a low story building across the street is another one of the Order. He is placing another arrow into his bow and with a groan I go to finish this. Before I can even cross the street I see someone else, a girl. She is climbing the building like a monkey and it looks like a fire is trailing from her head as the red hair streams out behind her. She gets to the top and the bowman sees her and pulls out a knife. I run my fastest to get there and make it to the top of the building in just six seconds. The bowman and the girl are fighting him with a knife and her with a clawed gauntlet. The man is not bad but he is obviously outclassed by this girl. She locks his knife arm between her elbow and torso and digs into his body with the claws. His body puffs up and blood flies from his mouth and eyes. The girl releases him and his dead body falls to the ground. She turns to me and I am only slightly surprised to see Desiree. She smiles at me and says, "well this is one way to spend your birthday. Not the way I would have chosen but to each their own, I suppose." Desiree and I settled into the leather seats of my car. I had quickly disposed of the bodies by deatomizing them and had put their staffs in the trunk, after all you never know what might come in handy and I might learn something from studying them. Deciding to blow off the rest of school I looked at Desiree and bluntly asked, "What are you doing here?" She gives me her mischievous smile and says, "Well when I saw those guys watching you during class I decided to tail you myself for awhile and see what developed. I must say I am impressed with how adeptly you disposed of them." As she finishes she wraps her hand around my biceps and starts rubbing. I look at her in confusion for a minute while she just stares playfully back at me. "You are obviously magical but I never sensed it from you. What are you exactly?" She keeps staring at me for a little before answering. "The reason you never sensed me is because I am human. Well, half-human I should say. It makes it easier for me to mask my aura." She looks at me like that should have been obvious and moves her hands to my shoulder and chest. "Okaaay are you going to make me guess what the other half is?" She is rubbing circles in my chest and brings her mouth to my neck and gently bites down on the tendons. Her tongue sneaks between her lips and glides sensuously up my neck until she finds her way to my ear and whispers huskily "succubus". My body automatically goes into defense mode. It is not outwardly visible but I am slightly more tense and ready to go off at the drop of a hat. She does not seem to notice this however and is continuing her exploration of my body, her hands slowly moving down my torso. Her tongue resumes its attack on my neck with unhurried licks. After a moment to assess the situation I decide that for the time being I am in no danger and relax. "So what was that weapon you were using? What it did to that archer was.....interesting." Desiree gives a little laugh at my question and drags her nails across my skin. "They are called 'Tserovas'. They are basically just a clawed glove. Mine are made out of mithril and they have tiny holes on the tips of the claws and even smaller holes all over the back of the hand. Air collects in the holes on the back and is channeled into the claws. I use magic to compress the air to get as much as possible in the claws. All of the air is released on from the tips on impact. I use them because it can turn even the smallest scratch into a death blow." Having finished her explanation she returns her tongue to caressing my body. Even though I am trying my hardest to concentrate I am still an eighteen male and her attentions to me are proving to be quite distracting. Finally tired of it I pull her face up with my hands and look at her for a second. Her eyes are glimmering with amusement and her hands continue their business. With a growl I attack and our lips meet. Her lips are just as soft as they look and pleasure from this simple contact sends fire through my body. My fingers stroke her velvet smooth face and entangle themselves in her hair, pulling closer until an atom would be hard pressed to find any room between us. Releasing one of my hands I push my seat back and put it as far reclined as possible. While the seat back is going down I am pulling her on top of me so she is straddling my waist. Firmly situated, my tongue slinks out of my mouth and without the slightest hesitation hers meets mine in the middle. My senses are overloaded as she tastes like the sweetest strawberries and her tongue feels heavenly against mine. Her tongue continues its journey and goes into my mouth and I am shocked, just for a moment, as it keeps going and going until it is almost in my throat. I smile around her tongue and extend my own. As we are locked in our tongue wrestle I pull up her t-shirt. We disengage so her shirt can go over her head and my eyes get locked on her breasts. They are the color of pale caramel and for all their size, do not sag a micrometer. Her areola are about three inches in diameter and her nipples shoot out of them like bullets. They are the longest I have ever seen, and I have seen more than my fair share, at almost two inches. I lean forward and capture one in my mouth and she lets out the most erotic moan in the history of the world. Her body curves back, pushing more of her breast into my mouth which I eagerly do my best to swallow. My right hand goes to the other breasts and starts doing circles that progressively get smaller and smaller until I am teasing the nipple, barely scraping against it again and again. Her hands are pawing at my body. I think I hear cloth shredding but am to occupied with my new toys to give it much thought. I feel her hands on my now bare chest and gooseflesh rises wherever she touches. We are both breathing heavier and our movements getting faster and rougher. My unoccupied hand dived between her legs and slipped into her shorts. I am pleased to find that she is not wearing any panties and my fingers start stroking her pussy. She is so wet that it feels like my fingers are swimming. Another moan rips out of her throat and her pelvis starts swaying in response to my fingers and I place one over her hole. I pause for a second before jamming it in. A shiver a pleasure courses through her body and she begins to ride my finger. My lips leave her nipple, which is now puffy and red, and goes back up to her mouth. She voraciously swallows my tongue and digs her nails into my skin, dragging them down my chest. After only a few minutes her thrusting becomes urgent and her body is trembling. She pulls her mouth from me and lets out one long moan as I feel her vaginal muscles squeeze and contract around my fingers. Desiree drops down onto my chest again, panting. Her mouth reaches up to mine and we resume our tongue wrestling. After a minute her hands go down to my crotch and start rubbing my boner. She releases the button on and her hand snakes to my fully erect cock. Right before she reaches it I groan and with light speed grab her wrist. She looks up at me in surprise. "If you are worried about me being part succubus, don't. You do not have to worry about me draining the life out of you." I just look at her. "That is not the problem." She looks back at me with confusion. "Then what is the problem exactly, because I have never had a guy turn me down." I carefully look her over and say, "I am a werewolf. Since you are not a full succubus I am guessing that if we went any further you would be a victim of the mating bond." She looks back at me in shock and for some reason a little anger. "You can't be a werewolf. I have been able to sense you for years now. There is no way a werewolf would be able to radiate magic the way you do, so stop lying to me. Whatever the reason is-" "I am a werewolf!" I say cutting her off. "I also happen to have a couple of other things in my blood. The mix makes for....interesting effects, one of which is that the mating bond only goes one way. " Desiree scrutinizes me for a moment and then "So you have never had sex with anyone?" "I did once and it was enough of a nightmare to convince me to never do it again until I found someone I actually want to be with and who wants to be with me." Again she looks at me for a while before saying "I could be that someone....." This time it is me that stares at her in shock. Truthfully I would not mind having Desiree mated to me; she is definitely the hottest women I have ever seen but I do not know enough about her for me to seriously consider this. Plus, there is the whole sex demon who sucks the life out of you part to deal with. "Why exactly would you want to do that? Even if you did not drain the life from me why would you want to only have sex with me for the rest of your very long life?" "Maybe I should fully explain how this whole half-succubus thing works. First of all, I can't drain the life out of anyone. Like a succubus I can gain energy through sex but since I am not completely one I can't kill anyone that way. Also, I do not have to have sex for energy. I eat food just like a normal human. I am super strong, fast, and can use magic as you obviously know. My lifespan is long. I am going to look like this for hundreds of years and live for hundreds past that." I take a minute to process all that and it does make sense. After all, I am part vampire and I can drink blood for sustenance but I can also eat regular food. There are a few things that I need to know though. "Where are your parents exactly?" A faraway look comes into her eyes. "My father is an incubus. He impregnated my mother and stayed with her all the way to my birth. While I was inside my mother she got weaker and weaker because I was consuming the life from her, which is one of the reasons why incubi rarely impregnate women. When I was born it killed her and I was raised by my father up until I was fourteen. For a demon he was surprisingly alright. He never killed women and he only had sex with those he truly loved, which numbered in the hundreds. He left me on my own to go do his demon thing without it affect me. Being hundreds of years old he has quite a bit of money so I don't have to worry about that." Hybrid Story Ch. 02 I digest her story and repeat my earlier question, "Why do you want to do this?" "Well you are hot and that is especially high praise coming from a sex demon. You are powerful, I can tell that much and I can also tell that you have not shown how powerful you are. You are a nice guy though you do not overtly show it. Most guys would use your werewolf side to build a huge harem and you didn't. I guess one of the biggest reasons is that I really like sex and judging by the package you are carrying you are really good at it; and since you are so magical I could probably get a lot of energy from you without hurting you. You are also a person I could easily fall in love with." She adds the last part a but shyly. My mind is swirling with all of this new information. I knew that my life was going to change when I turned eighteen but I really did not see all of this coming. Making a decision is not made any easier by the fact that her hand had returned to petting my dick over my pants and I have to struggle to not think with my little brain (though it is not so little). I take a deep breath and think this over. Physically, Desiree would be a good mate, both in bed, and judging from how she handled the archer, on the battlefield. That is no issue whatsoever. The problem is that I am not sure if our personalities are suited for each other, after all, I had only seen her as the ditzy airhead. Then I think about how she was able to detect me without my knowledge and follow me with me being none the wiser. Trust me, tailing me is not an easy thing. I had already guessed she was smarter than she let others see but now she was displaying cleverness and cunning, two things I highly value. Still, I find it best not to make a decision when I might not be thinking clearly. I focus back onto her and ask, "Would it be alright is I were to answer you tomorrow? I do not want to make a hasty decision and end up regretting it." She looks disappointed for a second before her face clears into an expressionless mask. "Sure take your time. Now if we are finished here could you take me back to school? I left my car there." We move back to normal positions and I pull my car out of the lot and head back to school. As I am driving something she said bothers me. "If you left your car at school, how did you tail me? I did not stop of drop below seventy the whole trip to the park?" Her eyes slide to mine from the corners of her eyes and are brimming with mischief. She winks at me and looks forward again. Hybrid Story Ch. 03 Sorry this is taking so long. I have had so many unexpected things happen over the last few months. Also, I am still unsure of the direction of this story which makes it hard to write, even when I do have time. I am trying to avoid falling into what I call "Batman Syndrome", which is when the character is surviving when he should quite obviously be dead. I also have to watch out for the reverse of this, "Superman Syndrome", which is when the character is obviously superior to the enemy that it isn't fun to read at all. * What to do, what to do? This is not an easy decision for me at all. I know what most guys would do in my position: fuck Desiree at the nearest opportunity to do so. I want to that as well; trust me every fiber of my being is just waiting to jump at her. However, I was trained to remove my thoughts from the influences of my body, be they, pain, soreness, illness, or lust. If I do this with her then I will be spending the foreseeable eternity with her and I have to be one hundred percent sure that is what I want. These are the thoughts that consume my mind on the way home. The indecision really irks me because there are few things I hate more than indecisiveness. Most decisions are just not worth the time and effort people put into them. This one is different as it will definitely change my life in ways I may not have even thought of. Being brutally honest with myself, I have to admit that I want her. Badly. I have only had sex once and didn't even really get to enjoy it because the girl turned into a raving lunatic ten seconds after I penetrated. I know that sex with her would be amazing. How could it not? She is half succubus and there are precious few individuals who could hope to compete with a succubus when it comes to sex. Sex aside, would it work? From what I could sense, she is not as strong as me, but then pretty much no one our age is. I think that she's strong enough to run with me though and if she isn't then I will make damn sure she gets to be. She is smart. Even though I pretended otherwise with her, I had pretty much always known how smart she is. She is also sneaky and cunning. She would have to be to escape my notice for as long as we had known each other and tail me on top of that. Overall I guess I can see it working. However, I am not the type to just jump into something. I have to find a way to test her and I know just the thing. Within minutes I park my car in the garage provided by our apartment building and make my way to the top. My father rents the top two floors so we have them all to ourselves. The right wing on the top floor are my quarters and they consist of my bedroom, dojo, armory, and relaxation room. I drop the staffs from my dead attackers in the armory and go to the dojo. I stand in the middle and clear my throat. With a fluidity that no creature with a vertebrae could accomplish, my shadow detaches itself and flows upward until it is standing upright. For those of you confused right now, it isn't my actual shadow; that is still connected to my feet. It is instead a shadow golem. There are many, many types of golems; fire, water, air, earth, ice, flesh, cloud, lightning, nature, lava, just to name a few. Basically a golem is created by gathering the desired element into a container of some sort. Since mine is shadow no gathering was needed since it is always attached to me anyways. Then a piece of the soul of its master is imbued into it to give it life and power. The power of the golem is a reflection of the power of the soul used to create it. This is an oversimplification of the process but you got the general idea. Mine was made as a gift for my tenth birthday by a shaman conjurer my father had hired. I named him Shade (stop your bitching about the name, I was ten). Since golems are created with a piece of the master's soul their personalities also reflect the master. So Shade knows exactly what I want and without further ado, leaps at me. Shadow golems are difficult to fight since you can't actually get ahold of them. Pretty much the only way to harm them is magic or a weapon that emits light of the perfect intensity, so they make excellent sparring partners. You can't harm them and unless they want to, they can't harm you. As I mentioned earlier, I have mastered a wide variety of martial arts. This is not quite true though. If tested I could get above a black belt in each and every one of them but I never trained that much for them. Instead my father taught me the basics of each one; the stances, blocks, strikes and so on and so forth. He then sparred with me for many hours every day until I created my own style that is an amalgamation of the others with a few of my own personal moves thrown in. The result is quite impressive if I do say so myself. It is versatile and flexible, accounting for combat in small spaces, armed opponents while unarmed myself, opponents of superior strength, speed, or both, and pretty much any other scenario. Not to say it's perfect; my dad still kicks my ass every time we spar but each time he ends up more limping than walking away while I lay on the mat waiting for my body to recover. Shade's attack is swift and lethal with a quick spin kick to the side of my head. I bend backwards and twist into a capoeira-style spinning kick that he dodges effortlessly. He retaliates with a palm strike to my solar plexus and I grab his slightly solid wrist try to put a lock on it but he manages to slip away. Our sparring session continues for the next hour with neither able to gain the advantage. I am the more capable combatant, of course, but Shade makes an excellent partner. At the end of our session Shade reattaches himself to my shadow and I make my way to my room. I meditate for the rest of the night and open my eyes to the new day. Seven forty-five sees me standing by the entrance to the school, watching the hordes of students enter. When my eyes catch Desiree walking in my hand flits to her arm and pulls her out of the throng. She looks at me with no surprise as if she had expected that. Without saying anything, I let go and walk away. As expected her footsteps fall into sync next to mine and off we go. I take her to the football field which I knew would be deserted this early in the morning. Once in the middle of the field I stop and turn to her piercing blue stare. "So what's your decision?" she asks with the tiniest bit of nervousness that I can only detect due to my supernatural ears. I stare her into her eyes for a minute before speaking. "I have decided that I want you with me." She starts jumping and squealing at that so I cut her off with, "however my life is not going to be easy for the next few years at the least. So if we mate together I have to be sure that you can handle it." Her bubbliness disappear and she scrutinizes me for a second before asking, "And what did you have in mind for a test exactly?" I let loose a little smile. "You have to make me take one step backwards. It doesn't matter how big or small, just one step." At that she lets loose a laugh. "And what if someone looks out the window and sees us fighting like an old married couple? You know the rules on exposure." I look back at her with a withering glance and draw on my power, gather water which I swiftly cause to boil with alchemy and then create a force field around the football field to keep the newly made water vapor in. "Now no one can see us and you have the advantage of my footing being less stable due to the water. Begin." She moved like quicksilver and went for my chest with an open palm strike. I could feel the air pressure she had built up in her hand to blast me back so instead of just letting her hit me like I usually would, I put up my forearms in a cross block. Her hand strikes my arms and the release of air creates a shockwave that clears the mist around us. I see her blue eyes flashing and she drops low for a sweeping kick and I jump up into a kick flip aimed at her head. Desiree swiftly evades and withdraws some shuriken from some unfathomable location on her skintight clothes. She launches six of them at me in rapid succession but I catch the first two and throw them back, deflecting the rest. "Come on you have to do better than that. And there is no way you will be able to hit me if you're only moving half-speed." She snarls and her eyebrows furrow at that. Again she lunges at me and what follows is a rapid trading of blows. I manage to parry and dodge all of hers while still getting my own blows in. I never actually hit her, I just let her know that I could have if I wanted to. Quickly tiring of the monotonous rhythm, I draw on my magic and blast her back using pure force. It wouldn't actually hurt her since all I did was push but it would force her to regroup. A growl of frustration comes from her lips and she claws at the ground in anger. I smile at this and it serves only to incense her more. Suddenly, her countenance shifts and she stands straight. She slowly walks towards me with some sway in her hips. Wary of this inexplicable change I raise my guard. When she reaches me, I am not ready for what she does next. Desiree rips her shirt down the middle exposing her perfect tits to my eyes. The sheer unexpectedness of this move distracts me for a second (literally one second). By the time I am on my guard again, it is too late. Her hand is again coming towards me in a palm strike augmented by air pressure. Without time to do anything else I dig my feet into the ground and try to steady myself to take her blow. What I don't count on though is the ice beneath my feet. I look down to see the grass covered with a thin sheen of frost and my eyes widen in surprise right when her hand lands on my chest. The air blasts me like a cannon and with no traction on the ground I am thrown several feet back. I manage to recover in midair and land on my feet in a crouch. I slowly lift myself back up and look at her. "Well that was certainly a tactic I've never faced before. I assume you made the ice when you were hitting the ground and used as little magic as possible so I wouldn't notice?" She smirks at me and said, "Yeah well, I obviously couldn't take you in straight combat so I had to expand my options a bit. Now, are we going to do this or what?" She slowly stalks towards me but there is one more thing that needs clearing up so I hold up my hands to stop her. Annoyance flashes through her eyes as I start speaking, "Before we do this I need to ask you a few questions. First, how do you feel about Superman?" She just stares at me like I'm crazy so I stare back to show that I am being one hundred percent serious. She sighs, "I think Superman is an idiot and a pussy. He has all the power in the world yet he limits himself out of fear. He constantly lets himself get thrashed before finally getting serious and beating the guy up in ten seconds. He always walks into obvious traps and acts surprised. He keeps throwing villains in jail instead of killing them even though they always get away and kill a few hundred people before he throws them back in jail. So overall, I don't have a very high opinion of him. "Ok, how do you feel about torture?" "I believe in doing what is necessary. If that means I have to paper cut someone a few thousand times and then throw them in a pool of lemon juice, then so be it." "You're starting to sound more and more perfect. Ok, one last question: are you absolutely sure that you are fine with me being the only man you ever sleep with for the rest of your life?" At this her eyes go from wary to smoky and seductive. A tilted smile grows on her lips as she says, "Yeah I'm cool with that. The great thing about being a succubus is that I swing both ways and I am pretty sure I am not going to be the last female you sleep with." I don't even blink at her words because I know that she is right. It has never been in my plans to be with only one woman throughout my long existence. I raise my hand and the mist around us condenses until everything before our eyes is pure white and I fade into the mist. Disoriented, Desiree spins around looking for me. I jump out and tackle her until we are lying on the ground, me on top of her. My claws come out and shred the remainder of her clothing, revealing the rest of her devastating body. Michelangelo, Raphael, Donatello, and Leonardo would be hard pressed to find any flaw to improve on her. My eyes glow bright, two golden orbs piercing the veil of mist. Desiree's breathing has accelerated and this sends her orbs bouncing. With quick, almost invisible movements I remove my clothes from my body. My dick is ready and waiting, having been erect since the day before. Usually I can control my dick with ease, sending it up or down with a thought but not having gotten off in years tends to make a guy lose control. I place myself at her opening and with another hand gesture, I cause the mist around our bodies to dissipate while keeping the rest to shield our activities. With my dick poised between her pussy lips our eyes lock, bright gold on piercing blue. We hold each other's gaze for about ten seconds and then I push in. You can't even begin to understand how great this makes me feel. Not even two inches in and the amounts of pleasure I'm feeling would be enough to send a human male into a four hour orgasm, which he would probably die from. Her tight pussy pulls me in further until I am suddenly stopped against a barrier. Surprise flits across my face. The idea of her being a virgin never really occurred to me. After all, who expects a sex demon to be a virgin? Barely even a second passes when her legs coil around me and forcefully jerk me forward until our pelvises meet. The feeling of being inside her is like nothing I have ever felt before. Like I told you, I'm not a virgin but the one time I have done it before is like comparing a spark to a supernova. Liquid fire courses through my body, radiating from my cock trapped deep inside the red-haired goddess spread out before me. A low growl escapes from my lips and I start moving inside of her. Slowly at first, but we rapidly escalate into frenzied rutting. There is no love in this. Neither of us are familiar enough with the other for that yet. What there is, however, is passion. Literal sparks fly between us as my control over my power lapses and spills out. For those of you who think you have felt great sex, you are sorely mistaken. You have not had anything close until you have been between the legs of this fiery succubus. My body is a blur as I retreat and then slam back into her and she thrusts herself up at me with just as much vigor. Minutes pass and then an hour, then two, and yet we continue with no drop in energy. Her body has shaken multiple times in climax yet I push on and on. My control over my body really is extraordinary and I am determined to make this first time one she will remember for all eternity. Finally, at just about the three hour mark, I feel my control slipping. My mind frays at the edges and I totally lose it. I slam into her with abandon, utilizing my complete strength. It really is a wonder I didn't break her. Lightning bolts flit through my body (metaphorical, just to be clear) and I snap. A disturbingly draconian roar erupts from my throat at something else erupts from my dick. I look at Desiree's face, my roar still echoing, and am lost in the rapture I see. Her face is sweaty and her hair all over the place. With surprise I feel my energy draining out of me. Her face reanimates as if struck by lightning. I can feel it now; my draining power flowing into her. I am not afraid, as I have more than enough to sustain the amount she is taking from me. On an impulse, I bend forward and with my fangs bursting forth, bite her in the neck. Vampires have a type of...opiate, I guess you could call it in our fangs. It keeps our prey from running once we sink into them. It also heals the bite marks once we remove ourselves from them, if they don't die that is. The blood streaming into my mouth is possibly the best thing I have ever tasted. My power flares up and coalesces around me in a gold mist. I feel the energy coursing through my body and still flowing into Desiree with even more force. I don't quite know how to explain it; she is taking energy from me but I am getting it back in a different form from her. My power grows and hers does as well. It is like a positive feedback loop. Finally I have no more seed to give and I retract my fangs from her neck and roll myself over to her side, pulling her on top of me as I do. We just lay there for a few minutes, coming down from an incredible experience and basking in the afterglow. "You really know how to show a girl a good time", she says in a semi-lucid voice. I chuckle a place my hands on the side of her face. "So how do you feel?" Curiosity over what had happened while we were screwing is driving me crazy. "I don't really know. I guess I'm tired but also energized, if that makes any sense." It makes perfect sense to me. I can feel her heart beat on top of me, beating like a squirrel on speed even though it should have slowed down by now. In contrast to her rapid heartbeat, her body is languidly draped over me. I kind of feel the same myself; my body is teeming with energy yet I am still weary from our activities. I place my hands on the side of her face and place a gentle kiss on her soft lips. It goes for a few seconds and then we part. She sighs and opens her eyes to look me in mine. Surprise jolts through me as I see her eyes. Where before they had been sapphire-like blue, they were now encircled by a ring of bright gold. My gold. I have the ability to see the minute differences in the colors of light, and the bands around her eyes are the exact same wavelength as mine. Desiree gets up, clearly confused at my behavior. "What's up with you now? You're moodier than a bipolar pregnant woman with multiple personality disorder," exasperation evident in her voice. At this, I break out of my thoughts and give a little smile at her comparison. "It's nothing that cannot wait until later. For now, we need to do something about your clothes." At this I wave my hands over the tattered remnants of her garments and they realign and reform themselves. "Well that is certainly a trick that could come in handy" she says and wiggles her eyebrows. I pick myself up off the ground and pull my pants back to my waist. As I am drawing my shirt over my head, for a split second I feel a disturbance around me right before I am thrown on my back. Pain thunders through my body and blood flows from my chest, where there is a hole right through to my heart. I let out another roar, this one unmistakable as anything but pain. Desiree immediately drops to my side while pivoting her head, looking for whoever sniped me, I assume. My vision is shaky and blurry around the edges causing her face to be indistinct. I can make out her lips moving but no sound reaches my ears except for the roaring of blood through my body. This goes on for minutes until I finally manage to get a handle on it. With a growl I flip myself over until I am face down and get on all fours. My claws come out as I raise and my right hand to my chest and with great agony, thrust my thumb and first two fingers into my heart. Again I roar at this new intrusion but I soldier on until the tips of my claws grasp the bullet. Slowly and carefully I pull it out. As my fingers exit my body I collapse back onto the ground and let out a low groan. After a few minutes everything stabilizes and I am able to focus on things outside the pain. My vision returns and I can hear Desiree demanding I get better and the unspeakable things she threatens to do if I die. I take a few deep breaths, as deep as I can manage anyway, I concentrate on ignoring the pain. Working past pain was part of the training my father put me through. He often made my fight with broken limbs, knives sticking out of my body parts, and much more. I cannot say I ever had to work with being shot in the heart before though. The pain fades from the forefront of my existence, still there but not a priority at the moment. Hybrid Story Ch. 03 With a grunt, I swing to my feet, albeit a bit unsteady. You would be to if you had a hole the size of a fist in your chest. Desiree rises with me and questions, "Are you sure you should be moving? That wound looks pretty nasty." I mumble an unintelligible response and lean on her shoulder. Spinning her head in multiple directions, Desiree asks me "shouldn't we going to look for the bastard who shot you?" I shake my head weakly and reply, "Not right now. Whoever did it is already long gone by now. I'll be ok soon and then we'll look into it. If my suspicions are right though, it won't be worth doing anything about." My voice rattling by the end, I slump even further into her shoulder. Ignoring my indifference, she continues scanning the surrounding area looking for someone that is no longer there. Too weak at the moment to explain why it doesn't matter, I say nothing and hope that in time she will come to trust my judgment. With sluggish steps we make our way to my car. When we get there I gratefully flop into the seat and rest my head against the steering wheel, perspiration making my hair stick to my forehead. "Something is wrong," I say with as much coherence as I can muster. "Hmm, I don't know, it might have something to do with my new love getting shot in the chest right after we got done fucking," stress permeating her still beautiful, yet sarcastic voice. With a small laugh I reply, "No, that bullet was laced with wolfsbane". On that note I start the car and drive home. * And that is all for this chapter. I am getting a friend to edit the chapters for me before I put them out so if you don't like it, I can give you his address and you can take it up with him. On a more serious note, I welcome all comments, even the ones from the assholes. If you want to give me ideas on how you think this story should go just leave a comment and I will take it into consideration. I am especially seeking the female perspective as they tend to like more detail in their stories. I am a relatively new author and always looking for new methods of improvement. As for the sex scenes, I am new to writing them and will try to do better but for the moment I am focusing primarily on the storyline. I will do my best to not make the next chapter take eight months.