A/N: This is my first submission to this website. I wrote this a few years ago based on a different series I wrote. A few things to note: Fang is a blind werewolf, and Iasia is a mix between a fairy and three kinds of vampire beings called blixes, I hope everybody enjoys.
Iasya moved down the halls in the city of Outervillage.
She was heading to where Fang was kept when he had his fits from Despair; she had seen something last time that interested her greatly. She had to know for sure, and she moved confidently through the room to where he was bound to his bed, unconscious and in his human form. His belt had been stripped away from him, and he lay there naked, covered by a sheet from the waist down.
She placed her hands on his chest; he was oddly muscle less, in contrast to his wolf form. She knew he held great strength, even in his human form, and now she traced her fingers over his belly to the scar on its right side. Now, she moved the hair from his eyes and bent down, biting on his neck, just below the scar where the Despair demon had entered.
She touched her tongue to the wound and stepped back as she entered his thoughts.
It didn't take long, and she soon found herself seeing Fang below her and in a submissive crouch in his wolf form, she realized that she was in his fantasy, and looked down at herself giggling.
She stepped out of his thoughts, using her influence to wake him. As he began to stir, she removed the sheet, and took in his penis, noticing that it was hard from his dream, and that he had shaven his pubic areas. He tried to move against his bindings, grunting in frustration, then stopping suddenly and sniffing the air.
"Iasya, what are you doing here? Can you get that sheet for me?" She laughed at his request, as he hadn't known she had taken the sheet from him.
"So, what were you dreaming about?" His face froze, and began to glow with a kind of shame, but his dick did not go down. It bobbed with excitement even as he began to apologize.
"You already know surely, I'm so-"
"I don't want to hear your apologies; I hate how often you say sorry, just shut up." She laughed at this and then lay on the bed beside him, pushing herself against his body.
He could feel her through her gear, her warm curved frame against his bound one.
He was spread-eagle on the bed, and she was slanted diagonally with her legs holding his right leg in place, she moved her hands over his chest, twisting his erect nipples laughing at his groan of approval before gliding over his stomach and tracing the scar to the one on his back and rubbing it above his ass while placing her tongue into his bellybutton swiftly, licking upward and sucking on each nipple before kissing him deeply on the mouth. He was tense with anticipation, he could smell her sex even from where he was, and felt with his blind, wolf sense of touch her warm pulsing vagina on his thigh, not even an inch from his penis. He twisted, trying to get her closer and failing.