Alone No More 1

Warning: This work does contain f/f sex along with m/f sex. And I would like to add that I'm not following any traditional werewolf traits, etc.

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-EmoxRainbows

Being alone isn't all that bad. I mean, there is no one to boss you around, no one to serve, no rules but your own, and no punishment. No awkward Thanksgivings. no scrambling to get the perfect Christmas gift for someone else. No birthdays, anniversaries, deaths, or other special occasions to memorize; just your own of course.

However, there are plenty of drawbacks when you're a werewolf and alone. The wolf within yearns to e with a pack, to be guided by a respectable Alpha, to have a huge family, structure, customs, tradition, and to never be alone.

My wolf has been tamed to be obedient. We are one, not two in one. She no longer has an incredible urge to sleep outside, be in a pack, have an Alpha, run in free in my true form, or make me the beast it wants to be.

It took me many years of perfecting but I controlled my wolf. Not banish it from me, but simply calmed her. As a result, my human is punished via insomnia, depression, short-temper, and plenty of social anxiety. Courtesy of my wolf. I told you I perfected taming her, I never said it didn't come with a price.

By the way, my name is Vera. Vera Delaney, exiled werewolf of the Wampcott Pack. Yeah, I used to belong to a pack; crazy right?

I had a loving mother and father. I smiled, I was happy, and then the committed suicide in front of me one night. I was blamed, because werewolves just don't kill themselves. So I was beat almost to death and labeled a rogue as I was thrown out of the pack and out on my ass at the tender age of ten.

Tough pill to swallow? Sure

Did I survive? Yeah, as a matter of fact I did.

I lived on the streets. Did small community service acts for money. I was taken in by a pack of rogues that were older and was taught many things; academic and misellanious.

I wouldn't really call them a pack. It was more a group of rogue wolves living in a 2 family home with a lot of rooms. There was no Alpha, so it was, for the most part, a mess. But it was home and family for a while.

I usually kept to myself because I was still taming my wolf. I was 16 when I mastered it. The others thought I was crazy for breaking the spirit of our most precious friend. So, for that, they outcasted me a bit, it hurt but I got over it. They let me stay anyways.

I did let her loose every once in awhile, I didn't see what the big deal was. I simply taught my wolf that I'd let her out when she needed but she couldn't be causing me trouble because I was out on the streets. After all, I had no one to fall back on since I wasn't in a pack. Like I said, after years of practice, persuasion, and perseverance I finally got her to cooperate.

When I was old enough to go into estrus I found myself responding to the female scent as well as male. It made me very confused. Who would've thought there could be bisexual werewolves? I didn't... Even when I wasn't in estrus I was horny as hell. Teenage hormones, I concluded.

All I wanted was to feast on some succulent pussy and/or get fucked like there was no tomorrow by a powerful cock. Decisions, decisions.

But I never pursued relationships as a teen. One, I didn't want to. Two, I was too depressed. Three, men were only thinking with their genitals. And four, women were over romantical, love sick, brainwashed drama queens. Well, some of them were. But for those reasons is why I only seeked out sex. All I wanted was sweet release.

I sought out ovulating girls because they were the most horny and willing at that time. And I looked for any guy who was going to give it to me rough, but good.

My promiscuity tapered off by the time I was twenty. A lot of things happened when I was twenty. I moved out of rogue house, got a well paying job, got a decent one-bedroom apartment, eased up my wolf a bit more and lost the insomnia and almost all of the depression. But the social anxiety and short-temper remained, although not as severe.

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Sitting in the apartment isn't so amusing to me when I'm in estrus so I went out and walked around the suburb.

Here I was, 22, still no mate, and its driving me insane. Alone is okay, but part of me still wants to be normal, if you could call it that.

I walked down some back street I notices some ladies walking in my direction. Immediately recognize part of their scent as vampire. Ugh, disgusting. We all glare at each other as we pass. Then I notice something interesting. Then I noticed something interesting, one of them wasn't glaring at me and her scent... Her scent was very familiar. It only took me a moment but I finally realize that she was ovulating. Oh lord. I can't resist.

But I knew better than to approach her when the wolf to vampire ratio was off. I just kept walking. But as I go to turn onto another street her scent gets closer and she grabs my arm.

"Uh excuse me, but uh, hi my name is Averie."

I turned to meet her beautiful face. "I'm Vera. you can let go of my arm now. I assure you, you have my attention Averie." I smirked. She let go of me nervously and apologized.

"Well I was just wondering if you'd like to go to a bar or-"

I cut her off, "I don't like social situations. So would you like to come home with me? I think it would be more comfortable for the both of us." I said while bravely reaching out and caressing her cheek. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm quite a bit of a seductress?

She nodded her head slowly. I gave her a small smile and humored her with idle chit-chat until we were lip locked against my closed bedroom door. I was feeling great and since my wolf was in estrus, she eased up on the social anxiety. She knows that getting laid was god for the both of us.

I laid her down on the bed, and told her to strip. She did so as I did the same. The smell of her cunt was driving me mad. She was ripe, ready, and I was going to delve into those delicious wet folds. I was going to give it to her good.

I stalked over to the bed. I got in beside her and embraced her. We shared a few desperate and passionate kisses before I rolled on top of her and ravished her neck in kisses and nips. I had no desire to full-on bite her and taste the stale blood that seemingly 'pumped' through her veins.

Even though she must've been a new vampire since she was still getting her period and she looked to be about 25, which meant she was between 30-50; probably. But no thank you on the blood. I like to taste live specimens.

She took over then, and started going nuts on my neck. I liked her ministrations for the most part but I was afraid she'd want a little more out of my necks than the hickies she planting. Sure enough, I felt her fangs graze my bruised skin.

I pushed her back from my neck. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"

She gave me pleading eyes while she stroked my arm and said, "I'll stop, I promise. Just a little taste, please?"

"Hell no! I didn't bring you here so you could gnaw on my neck for dinner." I hissed.

She drew me in for a kiss then said, "You smell so good baby. i'll make it feel really good for you. No pain."

As much as I hated to be feasted on, her offer gave me an idea... "No pain? It'll just be pleasurable?"

"Yeah, I swear. Just a little initial sting from the fangs but other than that completely pleasurable." Her eyes glowed. She was going to get exactly what she wanted but with a kinky twist to accommodate me of course.

"Okay-" She lunged her head at my neck before I could finish saying my thought. I pushed her back into the pillows, her eyes held confusion when I met them. "Let me finish. I'll let you bite me, but it's going to be where I want it; okay?" She nodded. "I'll let you know when and where to bite okay?" She licked her lips and nodded slowly.

I had a good feeling she would enjoy this as much as I would. While I was licking the insides of her thighs, she told me she hadn't been touched in a few years. I sighed and moved up to the ruby curls above her pussy, running my nose through them. Great, I thought, I'll give her something to last her another few years.

Finally I gave her what she'd been begging me for. I ran my tongue up and down her moist slit, then delved my tongue into her folds. Her taste made my pussy weep. She cried out my name as I squeezed my lips around her engorged clit. That kept her writhing and mewling below me.

Her breathing became erratic, I knew she was close so I inserted three fingers in her warm channel, curving upwards near her entrance to get at a spot that I knew that would make her cum in moments.

She started screaming she was cumming and I sucked full force. She had no idea what her taste, her smell, and all those wicked noises she was making were doing to me. I desperately wanted to reach back and touch myself but that would ruin the intense pleasure she was going to be giving in a few minutes.

She came under all the sensation she was feeling. She laid in oblivion for a few minutes, catching her breath as I placed kisses all over her body. She was beautiful... for a blood sucker.

Averie slowly rose to sit facing me and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. She laid a hand on my chest and gently pushed, motioning me to lie down. I complied, very excited I was going to get some release, but I didn't let it show; my face remained stoic with a hint of lust.

Averie dragged her mouth down to my neck to make another hickie. She proceeded down to each nipple to suck on my tits and nip at each areola. She continued to make her way down to my navel. All the while her hands were rubbing up and down my sides. She licked the inside of my belly button until I moaned and begged her to keep moving south.

Thankfully, she did so the first time I asked. You

do not

want to mess with a female werewolf in estrus. She playfully nuzzled my tuft of pubes then got straight to business, sucking my clit and lapping at it like a dog... Ha, how ironic.

She was driving me mad. Everything she did felt wonderful. Her finger inside me, her lips on my clitoris, and also her tongue also working it's magic anywhere it could.

Then I felt the wave of euphoria approaching, and approaching fast. I moaned even louder than I already had been and untangled my hands from her hair. I pulled her head up but her fingers were still working me.

Trying to catch my breath and not gasp wildly, I told her, "I'm about to come. When I tell you to bite me, bite my clit right away. We're going to get what we want. Mmm." She nodded and shoved her face back into my crotch and began working harder than before. God bless her... not that I'm religious or anything.

Oh shit, and there it was. I was getting closer and closer and even if she stopped now it would still be getting closer. I groaned and then screamed, "Now! Bit my clit, bitch!"

During sex I have a fetish for pain. Not bondage or stuff like that. I mean, I like getting held down and getting fucked. But no hooks, ties, whips, etc. etc. However, I like the scratching, slapping, some spanking, and plenty of biting. So the anticipation I had for this bite was enough to get me more than hot and bothered.

She bit my clitoris just as my orgasm was washing over me. The sting of her fang piercing my sensitive nub was just a teaser. The pure ecstasy that followed pulsed through every nerve in my body, making every nerve tingle with delight. My clit was hyper-sensitive but her sucking on it was wonderful. My head throbbed with the rush it all gave me. I never wanted this to end.

As she promised, she unlatched her mouth from me and sat back in her own pleasure. I laid in the afterglow for a long time. I was so dizzy and lightheaded, I couldn't even see or think straight. I felt so high I was involuntarily moving my head from side to side. Jesus, I could've passed out!

Cloud nine had a beautiful view but I slowly made my way descent back to Earth. I was no longer numb and could feel and hear things again. Averie was cuddled up beside me; her head was on my shoulder and an arm lay across my abdomen. I was usually a 'fuck-and-run' kind of girl but sleep was the first thing on my mind so I guess I would be sharing my bed tonight.

She was well fed. I was well fucked. Seemed like a perfect recipe for sleep.

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I woke up the next morning with a dull ache between my legs. She didn't tell me that it would be bothersome afterwards. Sly bloodsucker she was...

After I opened my eyes, I noticed she was still lying against my side. The sight of her pale skin sickened me; but other that, the icy touch of her skin, and the fact that she was a bloodsucker, she was gorgeous. The sunlight hit her just right. Silky auburn hair, smooth skin, filled out in all the right places, peacefully sleeping without a care. Like she hasn't ever had any hardships. I'll admit, it did piss me off but this was fucking... not caring or emotional relationship crap!

Her lithe body stretched over mine, waking up. She smiled up at me and kissed the center of my chest. "Good morning." She whispered.

A corner of my mouth twitched into what I hoped looked like a smile as I replied, "Morning." I disentangled our limbs and went to the kitchen with her in tow, clothing herself. She plopped down on the couch in the living room to put her shoes on.

The coffee finished and I poured her and myself a cup. She graciously took it then gulped the whole mug down in one swig and stood.

"I've gotta go. Thanks for the coffee, and last night." She reached out and traced a finger around one of the hickies she gave my neck last night. Then darted out of my apartment. I like that she left right away, I was afraid I'd have to sweet talk her into leaving; that's why I made the coffee. Maybe she has the 'fuck-and-run' policy too. That thought alone made me smile.

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I took the last pull of my beer and put it back on the bar with a contented sigh. This bar is the only one I'd ever go to. It's hard to find, as it is located on the outskirts of town, so not many people know about it. A busy night was about 20 patrons. The place wasn't too small but seated about 30 comfortably.

The bartender was the only friend I had in my life, Robyn. She was a rogue werewolf as well; I met her through an aquaintience. Its her bar and the only people who hang out here are other weres, or mythical creatures of some sort.

She came back over to me with my 17th beer that night. The body heat of a werewolf burns alcohol quickly. Robyn stood in front of me behind the counter, washing glasses, to keep me company. She entertained me with gossip of outlandish patrons earlier in the week.

"Oh by the way, why the hell do you reek of vampire??" She asked with a cocked eyebrow.

'

Caught

,' I thought to myself. I scrammbled for an answer without having to admit the truth...

"Oh my god, why would you do something like that with a bloodsucker, Vera?"

"I have my reasons..." I decided to keep the fact that I was

so

horny that I got into bed with a vampire, to myself.

"Estrus?" She guessed with a knowing look.

I sighed and nodded. No use keeping secrets from her. Plus, she could smell me in heat. I wasn't being very bright that night.

After she finished chat=stising me, she sniffed the air as a man walked in. I told her that his scent seemed really weird but Robyn said that there was nothing out the ordinary about it. So I looked at the stranger; he had sat down at the bar, 5 seats away from me.

Robyn went to go tend to him, he was a whiskey drinker. They shared a few friendly words then Robyn came back over to me with a smile, I had to peal my eyes away from the handsome stranger.

"I think you should go say hi." She suggested in a chipper tone.

"Fuck no," had she lost her mind? "I'm not saying hi to anyone, you know how I am."

She pouted then said that he would be a great fuck, trying to sell me into the idea of approaching someone. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought it would be interesting. I'd never fucked a male werewolf while in estrus before. I was sold.

She saw the mischevious twinkle in my eye and knew I was sold. But I'd never approached men, or anyone for that matter, with other people around. before I could tell Robyn no and explain, I felt a tap on my shoulder which made me jump and immediately made me want to tear the finger off of the person who dare touch me.

I turned in my chair to the handsome stranger. Oh lord... He was

hot

.

He smiled down at me and held out his hand. "Hey there, I didn't mean to startle you. Sorry, I'm Micah."

Up close, his smell intoxicated me. '

Am I sick

?' I snapped out of my reverie and cautiously took his hand and kept my facial expression stoic. "Vera. I'd appreciate it if you'd not spook me."

"Sure. I won't do it again." He said, still smiling.

There was something about this man, Micah, that I found intriguing. After getting to know each other better in the bar, I relaxed a lot more. Seeing this, Micah asked me back to his place for 'a glass of wine.' I, of course, accepted and we continued our little chat on our walk to his place just a few blocks away.

The facade of the building looked worn and haggard but the interior of his apartment looked rustic with the bare brick walls and hardwood floors. Scentless candles were scattered over almost every surface. It looked like he took a lot of women home. But I couldn't talk, I did too.

I made myself comfortable on his beige couch while he fetched us a bottle of wine and two glasses. I f he thought he had to woo me before I'd let him have me, he was wasting his time. His scent alone got me wet. And all of this was keeping me wet. Tease.

He sat down facing me on the couch, and poured the wine. The silence was comfortable with the candles glowing around us, making his face even more gorgeous.

Yeah he actually went around and lit every candle. This guy can probably smell my arousal yet he wants to act like I'm playing hard to get. What a fucking tease.

He talked about the ins and outs of his job and while he was in mid sentence about the shipping department, I cut him off, "What are you doing?"

"What?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"I know you can smell me. This fucking ridiculous!"

"Oh... Of course I can smell you."

"And I can smell yours too. Just cut it out. I don't need all this crap just for a fuck."

"I know but I don't just wanna fuck you like the rest, ya know. You... you smell different. Do I smell different to you?"

I calmed down realizing that this weird feeling was mutual. I sipped my wine. "Yeah."

"So I don't know what to do. Therefore, I'm taking things slow."

I nodded I wasn't happy but I was ready to GO. I'd never fucked a male werewolf in estrus and now that my chance was right here in front of me, I was anxious and my pussy was dripping.

He moved closer to me on the couch and placed a hand on thigh. Then he started kissing me my neck, and it felt so nice that a groan slipped from my mouth and into his.

This encouraged him to move the hand on my thigh to between my legs. He ran his finger along my slit through my damp panties. "Enough. Enough, please. For the love of god, just fuck me already." I begged. Oh lord, I was begging. He had me fucking begging.

He pulled away from me and started pulling off all his clothes. I followed suit, these articals of clothing separated us too much.

He stood up from the couch and I took in his whole body. He was tall, lean, and lightly muscled. Barely any fat on his sinewy body. A full head of curly hair reached below his ears. Clean shaven face. A bright white smile. Beautiful hazel eyes. More thick curls covered his chest and trailed down his stomach to his pubic pelt, from which a gorgeous cut, 6-inch cock jutted out.