. 19

~~Eric~~

"Were you trying to make me jealous the whole night?" he said.

Jessy laughed as she closed his door behind them. Back in his apartment, she reached down, threw off her high heels, literally, and jumped onto the couch. Kat sat upon the couch's back, and meowed in greeting. Jessy meowed back.

"I am a walking, talking embodiment of hotness, Eric. Last thing I'd ever feel the need to do, is make you jealous. I am God's gift to you, to make up for your shitty life from before."

As much as Kat was dumb beyond all reason, she got along better with Jessy than Eric expected; especially if Jessy's cat from her time as a human no longer liked her after her change, like she said. Maybe after her embrace, Jessy became more cat-like than human, and her pet saw her as a rival? Introducing adult cats and getting them to live together was often a painful, slow process.

With Kat, Eric could get a pet badger, and she'd still try and make friends.

"Can't disagree." He walked up to her, and gestured to the ridiculous-but-sexy top she still wore. "But, just because you don't have to, doesn't mean you wouldn't, if you found it fun."

"True, true." She gestured for him to sit. Once he did, she turned around and lay on her back, her head on his lap. Groaning, she tilted her head from side to side, stretching. Did vampires need to stretch? They often breathed, and they didn't need to do that. Probably just old habits, because, at the moment, he could tell she wasn't alive. Pale skin, thinned, and no heartbeat or natural scents. It'd been a bit of a shocker, being around her when she wasn't Blushing Life, and after his new senses had awakened. His animal instincts told him she was a corpse, but corpses didn't walk and talk and fuck.

"Samantha seems nice," he said.

"Yeah, really nice. And speaking of." She pulled out her phone, and texted someone. A second later, she got a text back, and she smirked at the phone. "She took a small kiss of Isaac. Apparently it was a little surprising for her, and she ended it quickly. Now Chris is trying to convince her to Kiss him too, and now that she's all hot and bothered from the first Kiss, he's pushing for a little touching."

"Aw come on. The woman's been through hell. He shouldn't—"

"Samantha's an adult, dumbass. She can take care of herself. And besides, my boys know to not push it too far." She shrugged, and scrolled on the phone. Holding it up with it pointed down at her, head still on his lap, he couldn't see what she was scrolling through, but whatever it was, was making her smile. "Want to see some more pictures?"

"More pictures? Of—" She turned the phone around and showed him. Clara again, with a weird expression; likely drunk, and maybe high. She was standing in a shower, and two of Jessy's ghouls were eating her out, one from behind, one from the front. Must have been a picture from earlier, since most of those guys were just at Bloodlust.

Jesus, how much pot would it take for an Uratha to get high? What used to get him drunk, didn't, and he'd probably have to drink ten times what he used to to get wasted. An expensive vice to keep.

"God damn Clara is beautiful. I'm happy she's enjoying my boys, with Jack out of the picture. I hope Samantha enjoys them too."

"You know she's going to kill you, if you keep letting your ghouls take pictures of her. And—" Eric stared at the picture of the naked werewolf. Clara was average height for a woman, maybe a couple inches taller, and she had a lean muscularity similar to Jessy; no wonder the Gangrel found her attractive. Smaller breasts, long black box-braids, and dark tan skin, she was the definition of 'sporty', and Eric licked his lips at the sight of her, mouth open in obvious bliss.

"Hey! I'm right here," Jessy said, and she thumped her head against his leg.

"What, I can't make you jealous?"

"No. I can dish it out, but I am far too sensitive to take being teased like that." Nodding, she put the phone away, and smiled up at him. "I am a sensitive snowflake."

"Uh huh." Laughing, he set a hand on her head, and started working his fingers through her hair. Instant murrs of joy from the vampire. "So what now?"

"Well I don't know about you, but I plan on getting laid before sunrise."

He rolled his eyes. "I mean, with the hunters, and the covenants now that Julias is gone."

She winced, and lowered her gaze to look at nothing. It wasn't the nicest thing to talk about, but they hadn't really, and it was about time they did.

"Jack's dealt them a huge wound, killing three, maybe four more of them, and capturing their enforcer. Gives us the leeway — we hope — to get more aggressive. Everyone has kill orders if they see a hunter. Sweeps continue, more of them, more often." Groaning, she sat up, thought better of it, and lay back down. "God I'm tired. This week has been brutal."

"Heh, yeah." The two of them had been doing their patrols together, and then he had to either work, or sleep then work. He wasn't sure what she did for work, secret Invictus stuff probably, and she had to do that when she wasn't patrolling. Right Hand of the Invictus and whatnot.

"Hey," she said, looking up at him, eyes pensive. "Make sure you don't... you know..."

"Mm?"

"You're getting dragged into this hunter beef, and... and after what happened to Jack, I can't stop thinking about Beatrice and shit. I hate it. Fuck I hate it."

Oh, right. She was worried he'd die. Not worried about herself, but worried about him.

"I—"

"Like, your dad's in the hospital, just like Jack's mom was."

"I'm not su—"

"Think those hunters won't use that against you, if they find out? These ones are psychopaths. They'll burn down a school if they think it'll kill a vamp, I bet."

"That's a bit—"

"This fucking Angela woman, and Jeremiah, they aren't playing by the rules." She reached up and hooked a hand on his shoulder, while still lying on the couch and his lap. "They know your face, right? Four of them have seen your human face, and know you go to Bloodlust. No hunter with a brain would show up there, or come this deep into South Side, but these hunters don't have brains! They're insane, or at least their boss is."

He stopped trying to say anything. Better to just smile down at her, and wait for her to get to wherever her train of thought was taking her.

"So... be careful, you know? Really, really careful. Cause I'm getting attached to you, and I'm... I'm sad enough, with Julias gone. If you died, I'd... I'd..."

"Be sad."

"Yes! Sad. I don't like feeling sad. Fucking hate it." She slipped off of him, stood up, and threw off her top. The thing ceased being clothes, and became a bundle of black straps tangled together as it flew threw the air, and landed on his kitchen table. Kat chased after it, continuing its evolution from a pile of straps, into cat toy. "So, I... I want you to make me feel safe, tonight."

"Don't transform, then?" He smiled, leaning back on his couch, and watching the ridiculously gorgeous woman stand there in a short skirt, thong, and nipple pasties. Like a skill, she'd gone from sad to horny in seconds.

"What? Fuck that, definitely transform. I want to disappear from the world for a while, beneath my boyfriend's giant body. Just, hide away inside your shadow."

He choked on a chuckle. "Sometimes I think you're only dating me because I can get really big."

She frowned at him. Uh oh. "Hey, fuck you. I'll have you know that I happen to like you, you bitter asshole."

That was unexpected. Unexpected because he was an idiot. She'd just compared them to Julias and Beatrice, and far as he knew, those two had been madly in love. A dangerous step for Jessy, thinking like that. A dangerous step for him, being intrigued by her, and the L word.

Memories of his ex-wife ran through his mind, and he pushed them away. Jessy was not Sheryl. Jessy was basically the antithesis to Sheryl, and that meant something. The last thing this woman was thinking, was a ploy to hook him into a relationship to take his money. That wasn't fair to Sheryl, but then, that's all their relationship had been towards the end.

He tilted his head to the side, and let out a gentle sigh as he smiled. "I like you too. A lot."

"A lot?"

"A lot lot."

She squirmed in place, a smile growing bigger and brighter on her face. "You just want me for my body." As she said it, she hooked her fingers into her skirt, and slid the tiny bit of black fabric off. Wearing nothing but a g-string, she posed for him, weight on one leg and hand on its hip. The fact he'd just said similar to her about her only wanting his body, seemed lost on her; or more likely, she was ignoring the hypocrisy like a playful kid.

"Not true. I'm also into you for the money."

"That's more understandable; I'm rich as fuck. But I'm not a moron. If we get married, we're signing a prenup." She slid out of the thong, revealing her smooth, pale skin, and her shaved sex. A moment later she was Blushing Life, and her skin darkened, becoming tan, and bringing some pink color to the lips between her thighs; the ones on her mouth had lipstick.

"Smart. Wish I'd have done that."

"Yeah well, when you're young and stupid and in love, it's impossible to think someone's only into you because you're rich." She grabbed his hand, pulled him off the couch, and started dragging him toward his bedroom. "And hey, I ain't blaming a girl for being attracted to money. It's such a turn on when a guy can buy a yacht."

"What if I bought one, kidnapped you, and held you captive it on you until you inevitably fell in love with me?"

"Fuck that is so stupid, and dumb, and hot."

They both laughed. He wasn't sure if she was kidding or being serious, but it was true that, given a few more years, he'd be able to buy a very small yacht, or at least a small boat of some kind. On the other hand, Jessy could probably afford a proper one right now, if what he knew about the Invictus, and older Kindred was true.

She jumped onto the bed, spread her legs as she turned to face him, and idly began to gently stroke her clitoris, one leg up on the bed. Licking her lips, she motioned to him with her other hand, and waved her fingers up a bit.

"Transform, and then prove to me you can be sweet, and gentle, and all protective and possessive and stuff."

"Thinking Caleb was right?" That couldn't have been true, if she was willing to do this again. He started taking off his suit, and watched her casually masturbate as he did. Her touch was slow, soft, only enough to start to warm her up. He'd have happily did it for her, but she seemed to have something else in mind.

"Mostly not, but maybe a little. Sometimes, you do get a little scary and weird and animal-like, when transformed." She shivered with the memory, massaging her clitoris faster as she smiled at him. "So, we can consider this training, to help you get better at controlling yourself, at not giving into that animal side. Though... if you did, and you turned into some hungry animal, aching with a savage need to mate with me, mount and claim me, and fill me? Can't say that doesn't have its appeal either. A beastly, deadly protector, who will guard me and keep me safe, even as he rocks me until I'm bowlegged." Swooning, she started to fan her face with one hand, eyes rolling up with her silly fantasy, even as she continued to tease her clit with her other hand.

In retrospect, it wasn't a silly fantasy. When he did lose control of himself, he seemed to think of her as his mate, someone to protect, and dominate. The idea was very appealing.

He laughed as he slipped out of his pants and boxers, and tossed them aside. Watching the naked woman masturbate on his bed, legs spread and smooth slit on display, with an X in thick black tape still drawn across each nipple, was an invitation for him to pounce her and pound her into the mattress. He'd try and control himself, but she seemed determined to test his limits.

He stood at the edge of the bed, two feet from her, one of her legs dangling off its edge and nearly touching his. This close, he could smile down at her, feel his arousal grow into an erection, and draw her wandering eyes. This close, he could smell her own arousal, spurred by her Blush of Life. This close, he could see her lips part and her tongue lick a canine, as he began to transform.

Embracing the wolf inside him had become far easier than it used to be. Practice, and acceptance, he supposed. Whatever the reason, letting the creature, the Beast as the vampires put it, emerge from the depths of his core, had become a simple, smooth process, relatively speaking. It didn't hurt as much anymore, and he managed to keep a smile as he felt the mass overwhelm him, the muscles explode in size, the fur grow from his skin, and his mouth elongate.

The weight was the biggest difference. He felt heavy, and strong, and massive. He was heavy, strong, and massive. He could run through a wall, could tear through metal, bite through a block of hard wood, or shred the floor with his claws and mass. Power coursed into him, a mixture of flesh and blood and life, and something else, something that he didn't understand, but knew what it was. Spirit. Not the metaphorical kind, but the real kind, the sort on the other side of the Gauntlet.

It filled him with power, and hunger. Filled him with desire. A part of him wanted to rip and tear, break, shred, destroy, hunt and control his territory. But as his eyes looked down, down, way down at the tiny, naked creature on his bed, with her legs spread, another desire replaced the others.

"F-Fuck..." She stared up at him, eyes wide, as he leaned down over her and planted his claws against the bed sheets. "It's... it's um, hard to know if... if you're still Eric, when you're like this, you know?"

He breathed, deep, his chest rising and falling. As long as he breathed deep like Luna taught him, as long as he didn't let the rage in his chest build, he would remain calm. However, the power and desire it brought with it was amazing, and addicting; to Jessy's delight, from the way she was looking him up and down. And when he squatted down a little, so the heavy slab of pink flesh dangling from between his legs rested on her stomach, she groaned openly. It was massive compared to her small waist, and reached past her navel along her abs.

He wanted it inside her, now. Every part of him demanded it.

"W-Wait," she said. "Let me, uh... get some lube."

He growled, low, deep, a rumbling purr in his chest that he could feel through his body and into his claws. She felt it too, and she licked her lips as she shivered. For all her desire, it was clear to see she was afraid; and she liked it.

He stepped back, and his cock fell off of her, heavy and just soft enough it could bend with gravity, but only just. Groaning openly, Jessy slid off the bed, and with quick steps, bounced off to the bathroom. She returned in seconds, and threw herself onto the bed, with a towel. Sitting on the towel, she dangled her legs off the bed, and wasted no time pouring a globe of the liquid onto her palm, before she began rubbing it between her thighs, further down than her slit.

As she did, he stepped in closer once again, burying her in his shadow. He licked his long teeth as he watched the vampire work the lubricant into her ass, while at the same time rubbing her sex and clitoris. An expert at pleasuring herself. Her moans grew, and as he crouched down over her, again planting his claws on the blankets around her, and setting his long shaft along her stomach and wrist, her moans became blatant panting.

As she masturbated, using her palm to rub her sex as her fingers massaged the lube into her ass, her other hand reached up, and slipped her fingers into his mouth. Into was the wrong word, more like, holding onto the jaw, and hooking her fingers between the giant canines along one side.

"You really are, like, fucking... terrifying." Her hand slid down his jaw, down his colossal chest, and down onto his abs. Everything had a coating of fur, thicker on his neck, arms, and legs, but thin enough on his chest and abs for the muscle definition to be blatant. She traced them, hypnotized, as she continued to masturbate.

He lowered his head closer, until his titan snout was only inches from her face. "You... are... beau... tiful." It was a struggle to say words, keep them controlled, and enunciating 'beautiful' was borderline impossible.

She stared at him, gulping. When he brought his head in closer again, so his enormous jaw was beside head, over her shoulder, and his large eye was next to hers, she gulped again. Being near her was enough to send her heart racing with its fake heartbeat.

He needed her. Now.

"I... I am, yeah." She turned her head to lean in toward his jaw, and she set a kiss on the upper half of his snout, beside his nose. Her head could fit into his mouth if he wanted it to, literally. She smiled at him, making eye contact as her other soaked hand raised from her ass, and slid onto the massive phallus resting on her stomach. Rubbing it, coating it in lubricant and sending tiny waves of bliss down its length, earned a pleasured rumble from him, more deep bass filling him, and her.

"I want you," he said, voice deep, guttural, but quiet, half whisper.

"Course you do." She grinned at him, but she still shivered, even trembled. And as she squirmed underneath him, she squeezed on his cock, sending a spark of pleasure down its fat, pink flesh, and between his legs. A drop of his precum leaked from the tip, and fell onto her flat stomach, above her navel.

With a gleeful giggle, a very un-Jessy-like sound, she grabbed a pillow, lay back, and put the pillow under her ass. Even with his mind clouded with a mix of animalistic hungers, he knew this human sex position: missionary. Maybe he'd mount her later, pin her down underneath him, do what his body demanded. For now, he'd delight in this strange balance of control and desire, and indulge a more human approach.

He pulled his hips back, and as he crouched down over the tiny creature, he took his cock into one hand, and pressed it against the small, squeezing rose of her ass.

"Fuuuuck that thing is huge," she said. "Haha, fuck, I sound like a stupid young girl who's watched too much porn, and thinks she knows how to talk to turn guys on." Laughing, she reached down with both hands, and clutched her thighs from the inside pressing out, holding her legs apart while pressing her breasts together with her biceps. "Who am I kidding. I could talk about physics, and it'd turn a guy on when I'm in this position."

He managed a chuckle, a breathy and heavy sound, as he licked his chops. The tiny female was practiced with anal sex, and knew how to relax the tight ring of flesh, to let him sink the first couple inches of his slab of pink meat into her. It was tight beyond imagining, and forcing the tip of his length into her, was euphoric. Moaning, she let go of her thighs, but kept her legs spread as far as they could, as she reached up, and pressed her hands against his chest. With him leaning over her, she was hidden underneath him, buried, and his head hung above hers by a couple feet. A small drop of drool fell onto her neck. He was a beast. There was no getting around a little drool.

It didn't bother Jessy. She just laughed, but he could see her eyes stare at his mouth, at the gargantuan snout filled with enormous teeth, and the tongue between them.

"Christ, you are a scary fucker."

"I... won't hurt... you."

"I—fuuuuuuuuck." She pressed against his chest a little harder, to no avail, as he began to sink more of his cock into her. Her squeezing ring of lubricated flesh was heavenly, and he rumbled as more pleasure sparks danced along the swollen, sensitive pink skin of his cock. The thick girth stretched her ass apart, and while she tried to relax the muscle, she groaned, leaned her head back, and pressed her hands on his chest a little harder. He continued, sinking in another inch, and another. Slow, Eric, nice and slow. For now.