With energy born of utter fear and horror, he blew the air back at the vampire, along with its odious chemicals. The vampire rebounded off the far wall, and then charged in to attack. Silently, oh so silently, for it had no mouth to scream or even speak with, only that awful proboscis. And its hands with their two fingers and opposable thumb, all three digits tipped with barbed and serrated claws.
The vampire lashed out at Maitreyah, and he backed away in utter terror, swinging wildly with Zaphan. The creature easily slipped the clumsy swings, and the sharp claws threatened to tear into him. Then Shakilah, snarling with fury and fear, charged into the fray, several hundred pounds of teeth and fur and social predatory instinct tackling into the monster from behind.
But the vampire may very well have been as long lived as its mythical namesake, for it countered with the science of trained fighting responses. As the creature fell, it twisted, and Shakilah went flying considerably farther than the monster, which coiled into a tight ball as it hit the ground, rolling to its feet with nary a pause. Shakilah landed with somewhat greater impact, and groaned, the breath knocked out of her.
As the vampire towered over her, the proboscis began to straighten, the intent clear. Shakilah looked up with eyes clouded by pain, as the vampire prepared to feed. Then the creature stiffened, its body radiating pain, as Zaphan chopped cleanly through one of its hands. Green ichors flew from the wound, and the creature fled in silent agony, trailing rose colored streamers in its wake.
Maitreyah watched the vampire as it fled from sight, then glanced at the ichors dripping from the axe. He shivered, and took a deep breath to still his shaken nerves.
Oops.
His body began to move without conscious volition - he didn't even feel himself making choices. He merely acted without thinking, as the attractive female beneath him, the girl who had inhaled voluminous amounts of pheromones in her efforts to regain her wind from the fall, reached for him with unvocalized invitation.
Kissing a girl with a muzzle was... well, it wasn't. Not exactly a possibility. But the sweeps of her long, rough tongue as it played over his face added to the experience in much the same manner as a traditional kiss. Maitreyah's hands in turn squeezed her furry chest, savoring the feel. Rather like a woman wearing fur lingerie, the soft feel of her coat.
Shakilah moaned as she experienced what was, to her, equally exotic. His smooth, dainty human tongue circled each nipple in turn, tormenting the stiff peaks before moving on to the next. She sighed deeply, and lay back, spreading her thighs as her cultural programming dictated. Bitch in heat, ready for breeding. Maitreyah's lust maddened gaze moved down to the dripping wet pussy, and lowered with a slow, unstoppable movement of torso and limb.
Maitreyah would later realize that, whatever else he may have been, he had not been a virgin when he left the cryochamber. Stored within his body of unremembered knowledge was a signifigantly sized body of erotic techniques that implied both long experience and actual study of the art of love. While the implications of that would disturb him for many a quiet moment thereafter, he never once regretted the possession of such knowledge when he needed it most. When Shakilah needed it most.
Shakilah stared up at the black ceiling, her vision of all fading as Zaphan's glow faded. There it was, the hardened clit, ready to be lashed at with a few rough swipes to prepare for... oh! This was differant, too. Instead of cursory tongue lashings, Maitreyah - HER Maitreyah, her mate and stud, lovingly licked the nub with an obvious need to pleasure her. Then he further demonstrated his abilities by introducing her to a portion of her anatomy she had never even known she had, a rough patch just inside her cunt, and... her snarls of lust bespoke her enjoyment of his lessons. Her claws began to rake the cavern floor, searching for something to hold on to.
Maitreyah's tongue left the little g-spot, returning to her clit and... oh! Shakilah jerked, her body spasming around his mouth, as the lips encircled her clit and began to suckle on it. Then a finger began to probe her pussy... locating the g-spot... stimulation combined and enhanced and sent explosions racing through her spine to her brain. Her screams of joy echoed through the black tunnels, sending those few life forms that heard them fleeing.
But now it was too much, too much sensation by far, and Shakilah began to push Maitreyah's head away. He stubbornly refused, holding her fast with a strength he'd not displayed previously. Instead he forced her to submit to a few more licks, a few more pulses of indescribably sensation, and she whimpered, accepting his dominance over her body, submitting to the lips and tongue and will of her stud. When he finally released her, she spread her thighs even farther, desperate for breeding, for penetration and coupling.
His loincloth came off with difficulty in his fingers, rendered clumsy by longing. She felt him there and gasped. He was huge for a human, average for a werewolf, but to a virgin all cocks are enormous and terrifying. And in the tradition of her culture, though Maitreyah had not known this, all werewolves were virgins until their first mating at the hands of a male worthy of breeding them. She gave an explosive grunt as he pushed his way in, and blissfully awaited the pain of defloweration as rock hard shaft met fragile membrane.
Maitreyah slammed his cock home in one single movement, uncaring of any momentary impedement to his penetration. He began to churn in and out, a fierce, tearing, ripping intromission, and Shakilah moaned in delight, as he finally gave her the roughness more in keeping with her own expectations. Pink froth spoke eloquently of his cruel violation, equally so of her happiness to be so violated. Her face began to split, jaws parting in a soundless howl, and her second orgasm proved even stronger than the first.
Maitreyah's face buried itself in the thick fur of her neck, and he began to feel a wetness brushing against his cheeks. Tears brushed from his eyes onto the fur, then back onto his face. Tears of pleasure, of ecstacy, of...? Her own eyes leaked with pain and pleasure and a hunger for more of both. She wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place, to breed her like a proper stud, to fuck his bitch the way she needed to be fucked. Her hips began to move with him, her internal muscles to work in clumsy, untrained yet eager pulses, determined to milk him dry.
Maitreyah's lust could not hold out for long. The feel of tight pussy pulsing around his throbbing shaft was then enhanced by claws reaching for his taut buttocks. Ass cheeks felt sharp points pushing into soft tissue, and with that last bit of sensation he exploded. Surging jets poured into her, ropes of hot cum bathing her insides, and Shakilah's joy at the feeling of her mate seeding her sent her into a final climax. She cried from pleasure and pain and happiness at finding her mate, this strange and beautiful human with his foreign notions and magical abilities.
When it was over, Maitreyah lay on Shakilah's massive chest, his head nuzzling her surprisingly comfortable bosom. Soft breasts over hard muscle, underneath delightfully warm fur. Shakilah moaned with contentment, desire sated, love fulfilled, as her heavy hands caressed his back softly, lovingly. But the cloud of pheromones began to recede from his brain.
I shouldn't be lying here,
Maitreyah thought to himself.
We were fighting the vampire. And then...
