Horny wishes - sex with a "wolf"
by Alea
This story contains explicit f/m/m-sex, but not every male is at least human-like. The origin of this idea is the Legacy of Kain-Series, everything else in this mystic tale is my own fantasy.
A terrible war ruled Nosgoth for several centuries. Humans against the undead, and it was up to mankind to gain the victory - almost at least. The vampire-plague was nearly extinct when the last one of them found a hiding-place in the Termagant Forest: Kain, nothing more than a very young vampire, a fledgeling. He was cruel and sadistic, a sarcasm monstrosity and his transformation from the living to the undead only strengthened his human character defect. He gained possession of the six strongest human enemies his kind ever had; the holy Serafan who are half warrior and half mage and turned the chosen but dead bodies into vampires. With his powerful sons, he began to rise an army of undead to defeat and enslave the whole world. Within one century mankind was completely oppressed and Nosgoth was ruled by the vampiric empire as of now. Kain brought oneself to the idol and god of everyone, even to his six "child's" and their clans of former created vampire-soldiers. For the next few centuries the world was changed to become more comfortable for the immortals. Human slaves had to set up large furnaces. Their thick, black smoke darkened the sky to keep out the dangerous sunlight. A sanctuary was build and large fortresses, too.
Everything could be fine. They had their kingdom-like territories, their clans and... piece. No more fights with humans, not one of them had to fear assassinations by vampire hunters. Nevertheless, dissatisfaction spread between them like a disease and boredom was it's pathogen. Their drive to fight was useless, now. Every resistance was destroyed, the enemies had been killed, enslaved or transformed. Nothing was left apart from their own endless life and the eternity itself, so they searched for something keeping them busy. Everyone of them was still dependent from blood, therefore they began to cultivate with their mortals. Like ordinary cattle, males and females were chosen to copulate. The new born humans were examined carefully for blood quality, strength and health - which was slightly different from one clan to the next. But in the end the result was always the same: if the check was successful the child could grew up to produce new mortals. But if the check failed it could become old enough to be castrated and it spends the rest of it's life to feed the vampires regular with it's blood.
Over the next centuries the slaves developed to a very strong and healthy race, quite not strong enough to rebel against their undead masters, but from time to time a couple of mortals escaped and fled. Some of them became vampire hunters and others tried to live a normal life. They hide themselves at the outermost borders of the empire, in the swamps and mountains to prevent the capture by vampire-patrols. In the hidden mankind began to expand a second time. They build small villages with massive wooden defense-fences smeared with grease and oil to stop bloodsuckers from climbing up the huge protection. Extremely magic-sensitive humans scanned the surrounding of the housing estates day and night, searching for transformed vampires trying to sneak inside unnoticed: up to the half of the undead was able to change the appearance - into mist, bat, wolf or human form. Some of them could transform into several phenotypes, but that possibility was only available to Kain and his six sons. Usually, they stayed within their fortresses being as well as the monarch and the dark father of their tribes in one person. But the exception proves the rule........
Nosgoth, in the year of Kain 958
I knew it was summer but I wasn't able to imagine how the sun looked like. I'd never seen that glowing star before, at the most as a blurred and pale plate behind all that smog. I was picking berries. The little bush was affected by magic to allow him bearing his sweet fruits nearly the whole year. My basket was almost filled up and I began to choose the last, big berries. That was the moment I heard noises to the left, a rustling of dried leaves and snapping of small branches. The alarming sounds steered my attention to the nearby edge of the forest. I stood up, still observing the area between the thick tree-trunks. The ubiquitous foggy haze affects me from deeper looks into the woods and I was getting nervous by the noises refusing to tear off. Then I saw something, stepping forward with slow paces: an animal. I held my breath and began to retreat slowly. It was a wolf, a very large one with a thick, black fur and bright yellow eyes. The way he held up his big head showed his self-confidence and knowledge of being a dominant member of his pack. My heart was beating faster and harder and I thought about the possibility to escape him successfully.
The large beast went forward with very slow moves. It seemed to me as if the four-legged hunter tried to calm me down, as if he wanted to show me that he wasn't in the mood for an attack. My knees felt shaky and flabby but I forced myself to stay until the creature reached me. I stood stiff and motionless like a statue as he began sniffing at my feet and legs. The fact that I don't saw his tail left me thoughtful. For usual this animals showed their mood with tail and ears, but this one held up his ears only, the auricles turned forward. The creature surrounded me slowly, still sniffing. It was a tail-less individual. That gave me a little shock. I knew exactly what it meant to meet a tail-less wolf: it was a transformed vampire. And with that knowledge I noticed the slightly strange form of his hind legs, now. They looked a bit too human, like a two-legged being walking on all fours. But that was the only striking difference to an ordinary wolf. Nevertheless, my body seemed to turn into ice. I was completely unable to move in any way.
I followed him with my eyes only because I was too intimidated to turn my head towards him. As he went out of my sight I worried that he would bite me and twitched the moment his wet and cold nose slipped under the back of my dress, his hot breath blowing at my buttocks. His tongue was licking my ass and he burrowed the tip of his snout in the crack, then following the gap down to my labia, licking them, too. I swallowed noisy. What the hell was this "thing" up to?? All of a sudden the wolf-like beast took his head away and went back to my front. He sat down on his small animal-butt and looked into my face. A soft "ruff" left his muzzle and I saw the red, small tip of his penis coming out of it's hairy sheath. I swallowed again. He got up on his paws again and moved there and back in front of me. Another small but rumbling noise reached my ears and he stops, standing with the side of his body directly in my field of vision and pulled up his hips. The dog-like cock slid out quite longer and the creature gave a little whimper. My cunt was getting wet and I felt the labia swelling and opening also my clit getting hard and erecting. The transformed undead turned his wolf-head towards me. I saw his wet nostrils twitching whilst he sniffed with growing interest.
He was very aroused and showed that with walking up and away from me constantly, still licking his lips. At last, he skids up the front of my dress with an intense move of his snout and pressed it against my opened and lubricated slit. His tongue slurped the slimy wetness with fast and greedy movements, stroking the clitoris. A soft shudder went trough my whole body and I laid my hands down on his hot head, bending my lap towards his muzzle and spreading my legs a bit. 'What a strange creature', I thought by myself and enjoyed his licking and gentle stroking in my sex-crack. The large beast moved back from me another time, his paws stamping vivacious backward as if he wanted to jump around and play with me. The creature whimpered louder. He raised one hind leg and licked his red dick, suddenly bending his loins and pumping his rear part with hasty and very erotic movements. His heavy, well-filled ballsac swung forth and back, the surprising large cock standing out in full length, bouncing and dangling. That was the moment when I got down on hand and knees, slowly moving forward until my face sank into the thick fur of his shoulder. One of his front paws surrounded my neck. I felt his long claws, the roughness of the bunions on my skin and touched the hairy sheath with one hand. An ordinary animal had started with greedy fucking at my touch, but this being spreads his hind legs and stood motionless, awaiting my actions.
"Too bad that you can't speak with me", I murmured, stroking his naked penis behind the swelling knot and licking the watery drops from the little pisshole.
I took his dick between my lips, sucking very gentle and careful at the slightly metallic tasting flesh. With one eye I saw his fat balls pulling up, the cock swelling extremely and he starts fucking my mouth. Some moments later I felt him coming. His watery sperm shot out with strong squirts. I swallowed greedy, still sucking the dick whilst he continued pumping his rear part and I caressed the testicles at the same time. His heavy nuts twitched noticeable in my hand. My cunt was twitching, too. I wasn't coming but I was so horny that the fleshy slit between my legs opened and closed in heated desire. The wolf moved away from me and his large, reddish-blue swollen penis hung down heavyly, still bobbing up and down rhythmically and spurting long streams of his colorless cum. The huge knot was shrinking very fast and he went to my backside. I pulled up my dress hasty and moaned the moment he mounted me. His forelegs clasping around my waist he pressed his paws with spreading toes against my thigh's. I helped him to find my fuckhole and groaned even louder as I felt him sliding in deeply. The animal fucked with short and fast movements, almost pushing me over the ground. His lap slapping against my butt he hammered a randy staccato inside my cunt. He laid with his full weight on my back, his head stretched out to the front until his snout reached my cheek and wheezed into my ear.
The wolf pumped his hips like crazy, his hard, fat balls slapped against my open, swollen slit. His hind legs stamping up and down alternately, he gave me his large dog-cock with endless hunger and pure excitement. The only thing I was able to, was gasping. I enjoyed the rough and greedy fuck, how he rammed in his welled up, fleshy prick. The knot was swelling again and tied us together. I gasped when his penis pulsated, shooting long spurts of sperm into my overflowing hole. The creature stopped its greedy pumping for a moment, panting heavily and fast and continued with intervals of several hard fuck-moves and short breaks. At last, he released his embrace and climbed over his limb, leaving us butt to butt, still ejaculating and enjoying his orgasm. I stroked my swollen, hardened clit with the fingertips and moaned as I reached my own climax just moments later. The feeling of my contracting vagina sucking at his big limb with rhythmical twitchings brought him to cum even stronger. I searched for his heavy balls and caressed them until he moved away from me. His fat rod jumped up inflexible but shrinking and with the help of his licking tongue it sled back into the sheath. The watery semen and my own juices floating down the insides of my thigh's I turned over to look at him. Burying my fingers in his fur I felt him licking me clean and caressed him for a while. But he moved away from me with a small rumble and showed his dangerous teeth. I sighed softly. That was so typical for men. The moment their desire was gone they don't want further care and love. I let him walk back into the woods, still wondering who he was and how he would look like in his undead origin.
Some days later I went back to the edge of the forest, hoping to meet this strange vampire again. How he fucked me in his wolf-like appearance was something I was unable to forget. I had my first but coincidental experience with animals when I was six, playing with our neighbors dog. Until now, I had fucked, sucked and jerked every male animal within my village and some miles around. Even the miller's tame red deer, but this black wolf was something special for me. He wasn't a real animal and I was curious about his natural form. He must be a tall and well-equipped vampire, that was all I could imagine from his beast-look. I don't knew if he was handsome or not, with an old or young formerly human body. If he was high ranked, some kind of soldier or just a fledgeling... Caught in deep thoughts I strode down the rocky canyon to reach the woods with the magical berry-bush. The slightly pungent smoke from the large furnaces distributed integral over Nosgoth darkened the sky like usual, leaving the world in a weird twilight. Small stones and pebbles crunched under my feet gliding away with every step and forcing me to a careful and a bit clumsy walk. Just one more bend and I would leave the deep ravine. That was the moment when two creatures jumped out of a natural hollow, one in front of me and the other one behind me.
I glared into an ugly face, into small, yellow eyes. His lips showed a nasty grin. I feared to have a heart attack whilst the extremely tall vampire strode closer to me. Was he the wolf I met some days ago? He was so unattractive that I was very disappointed by his appearance. Two three-fingered hands clasped my upper arms from behind with a painful grip. The other one, the ugly, stopped right in front of me and bowed his head.
"Well, what have we here?" he asked with an unusual deep voice.
I wasn't able to answer, the horror stuck my vocal cords together like being glued.
His fellow breathed heavily and hot over my neck. "Undress her, Turel", he gasped. "I can't wait fucking this mortal bitch." With that words he pressed his hard-on against my buttocks.
"Calm down, Dumah", the tall monstrosity mumbled and turned his head a bit to overlook the surrounding.
I saw his noticeable large, pointed ears and my disappointment grew even more. He must be the wolf, something else was completely impossible for me. His lower jaw was very strong developed, the flat nose looked like beaten-in, very distinctive cheekbones and shiny black hair bounded to a very long tail. He licked his dark lips with the tip of his tongue, showing his long and deadly fangs to me.
"What you're waiting for, Turel?" his companion moaned, still rubbing his pulsing erection up and down my soft backside.
"I'm thinking, you stubborn old devil", Turel answered with a hoarse undertone in his voice.
"Damn it, think faster", Dumah replied and released one hand to reach my front. His trembling fingers slid into the gaping part of my dress. With another moan the vampire fiddled at my tits, twisting the nipples with greed and not very gentle.
"We should take her with us", his fellow considered, "we could keep her to our pleasure, you know what I mean, within the old dungeon or the prison cells. In that case we don't have to capture another one when we're in need of a female body..."
"That's a good idea, but... which fortress should we choose, yours or mine?"
"Neither yours nor my own", Turel ended the conversation and ripped off a large strip from my dress to use it as an eye patch for me. ...
The two undead leads me trough the slowly dying vegetation. I heard birds singing and chirping, the soft roaring of a small river, grass and stones beneath my feet, the spicy smell from resins in my nose and I tried to find out where this creatures took me along. But I wasn't able to recognize the surrounding by noises only. A long time passed by until I felt some kind of flagstones under my naked soles. I had doubts about other vampires watching us getting closer and my ears told me that I was right: I wasn't able to hear just a single voice around. It was abnormal silent, except from the heavy paces of the metal-covered, large boots to both sides of my body. A door creaked horrible and I was slightly pushed forward to enter. Creepy. I was getting goose bumps. Blinded by the bandage I had to grope forward with care. I don't want to fall downstairs and possibly receiving a leg-fracture or worse. At the base I reached out my hands and tried to touch their bodies.
"Such an intense longing for our attention, little whore?" the deeper voice, Turel, asked me and he pressed his hot body softly against my own.
I gasped surprised and shuddered a bit. The touch of his muscular chest and small hips was unexpected and I wasn't sure about the arising feelings. I was a bit scared about the uncertainty of their real plan and also slightly aroused by the thought of two horny men ready to fuck the shit out of me. Dumah leaned himself against my other side, his strong hand stroking my tits and ass, kneading the soft flesh with lust.
"Hurry up, bitch, we can't wait any longer...", he rasped breathless.
"Yeah... yeah, ... of course", I whispered below my breath and stumbled forward.
They guided me up- and downstairs several times, around corners and trough a large corridor until we reached another, closed door. The rusty hinges shrieked dreadful and I stepped into the dusty and a bit clammy room. My bandage was removed and at the same time I heard a key turned round inside a large door-lock. Both vampires surrounded me. I blinked a bit in the soft, yellow light of a small oil-lamp on top of the heavy wooden table.
"Undress yourself, but do it quick!" Turel's fellow ordered.
Just one look into Dumah's coarse and violent face was enough for me to hurry and they grinned as I pulled the dress with a hasty movement over my head. The smaller undead touched his lap and stroked the swelling bump in his thick leather pants.
"Look at her cunt, brother", he murmured and licked his black lips with a very long and strange dark-red tongue. "Her sex is hairless like that of a little girl."
He went forward and laid his two fingers on my labia, spreading them very wide. I was a bit puzzled about how he entitled the other creature. Was Turel his real brother? Or was this the fraternity between vampires as such? They don't give me the time to think about it. Dumah kneeled down, my slit still opened and he starts licking the clit. The other one, Turel, undressed himself nearly with the same speed I had done just moments ago. The thin but very long penis standing up his flat belly he came closer and held up my chin with his fingers, pressing his open mouth on my lips. I hesitated a moment to gave him a deep and erotic kiss, I wasn't able to forget his terrible tusks, but then our tongues began a sweet and hot game. The other vampire moved his head back and I separated from Turel's mouth to look down and find out what was going to happen. I hold my breath as Dumah stroked his friends erection, moving the thin skin forth and back. Big, watery drops fell from the little hole in the glans. I wondered what that means. It looked horny. Stallions did the same when they're very randy and close to ejaculate. But these creatures were almost human and quite not like animals. Turel moaned a bit and pulled the foreskin back. Dumah's dark and long tongue played around his cock-head, licking off the large drops.
"That felt good...", the tall vampire moaned again, "yeah, taste my pre-cum, ... lick it off, ... suck it from the slit ...you fucker..."
I groaned a bit and bend down to lick the glans with my own tongue. Dumah grunted and stuffed the penis into his mouth to keep me away. The way he sucked the erection in, almost up to the root, showed me that he wasn't in the mood to share this hot piece of meat with me. I watched him sucking the limb and began to masturbate at the same time. I always wanted two men like them, giving me the possibility to enjoy their homosexual affections and my own horny fantasies about gays. Turel turned his head to me, his glittering yellow eyes moving down my naked body until they stopped at my shaved cunt. I stood with spreaded legs, stroking my tingling, hardened clit with two fingertips. How I stared at his wet dick lustful moving out and in between Dumah's lips let him fuck the hot, sucking mouth. I moaned softly and rubbed the clitoris faster.
"Yeah, fuck his damn mouth", I gasped. "Fuck his cakehole and give him your cum."
Both vampires wheezed hardly and louder at my words. "That little whore, she's getting really hot watching us..." Turel sighed.
The squishing, wet noises of my cunt-slit mixed with Dumah's noisy sucking and the soggy sound his slimy erection produced as he jerked himself off at the same time. I hadn't noticed that he opened his pants, but with one small sidestep I was able to see his penis and how his hand glides up and down the whole length. He moved away and laid down on his back, undressing completely. For a moment I stared at the wet shining dick of his friend, then I placed Dumah's burning hot rod between my cunt-lips and sat down on his small hips. Both of us groaned excited and I gasped for air as I felt his steel-hard length sliding inside. I extended one arm to touch Turels cock. He went closer and held the dripping glans in front of my lips. I licked it, tasting his pre-cum and the spittle of his fellow, sucking in the dick-head one moment later. Dumah hold tight at my pelvis, moving his itching limb up and down inside me and Turel fucked my mouth at the same time. I was too horny to think any longer. I enjoyed what they did with me, using me as their dirty, little whore...
Several weeks passed by. The two vampires locked me up in the small room for some days but then they allowed me to walk trough the fortress. They gave me a very little chamber with nothing than a large bed in it, but that was more than I had expected. My patrons spend much time with me, on top of my body or from behind like dogs, fucking and licking me as if it was the first time in their undead life's to have fun with a woman. I noticed not only that their pre- cum and sperm was watery thin, their ability to reach two, three orgasms within one hour was animal-like. Their potency was unbelievable for me. I never had so many orgasm before and when my clit was too overstrained to enjoy another climax I watched them satisfying their brotherly needs. I loved it to watch them having sex with each other, making 69, ass-fucking or just jerking their cocks mutual.
For usual it was Dumah mounting his fellow like a rutting beast, shoveling his hard-on in and out of his ass whilst Turel enjoyed the fuck, moaning and playing with his own infernal dripping penis, their hot, sweaty bodies clapping against each other with growing speed. I groaned when Turel gets so hot and randy with the dick inside his butt that I saw him spurting very thin and small streams of pre-cum from time to time. And when the slit in his glans began to leak his hot, milky semen I moaned even louder and began to crawl under his body, searching the leaking rod with mouth, tongue and hands to drink his sperm before it spurts out. But everytime his cum clapped into my face and over my opened lips and I licked the slimy cock-hole, slurping the thin milk like crazy. At that moment, Dumah reached his own climax. Very often he filled his friends ass, but sometimes he pulled his twitching limb out and came onto my body, showing me his own cum-shots. ....
I had many of very intimate moments with the tall vampire called Turel and one evening after hours filled with sex and uncountable pleasures I told him about the wolf I had met at the edge of the forest. I described how the "animal" looked like and what had happened at that time. I saw in his eyes that he knew about who I was talking, but he wasn't willing to share that knowledge with me.
"Maybe, you meet him one day", was everything he said and that increased my curiosity even more.
"Who is he, Turel? What did he look like? Is he a leader like you and Dumah?" I began pestering him with questions.
He shook his head and refused another answer. "You find out... maybe", was the last thing he said to me, then he left the bed and get dressed.
I turned over to lay on my back, arms crossed behind my neck and staring at the ceiling. I was deep in thoughts and don't noticed how the undead left the small room closing the door behind his huge body. I decided to sacrifice more time in exploring the fortress within the next days. Maybe I would be lucky enough to find some hints about this mysterious black wolf. I fell asleep and dreamt of large woods and wolves hunting me trough the forest until I met their leader; a naked vampire with a wolfs-head ...
I spend some days in the library without being successful. I found everything, even ancient scrolls about the Order of Serafan and their early beginnings, but I searched in vain for notes about the undead Lords and their clans. But the vampires must be keeping chronicles in some kind of private library at least, maybe within the sanctuary of the empire, completely out of my human reach. I had to think about another strategy and preferred to end the day with something entertaining. So I went upstairs to one of the galleries surrounding the Great Hall. The colonnade was adorned with paintings and tapestries and I had the time to take a look at them, now. I was curious about vampiric art, but I was sure that I wouldn't look at romantic love-scenes and still life's with flowers and fruits...
Nevertheless, I was a bit surprised about the used topic. Instead of hunting scenes - the deer or boar replaced by a human, of course - portraits or war scenes they showed naked vampires in various sexual positions. Like some other undead I went from one painting to the next, looking at horny men sucking and jerking cocks, fucking and licking asses in every position one could imagine. I never saw so many different cocks and balls in every possible size before... I even saw a painting of two mid-aged fledgelings serving a slave, one of the three- fingered fists buried nearly half way up to the elbow in the humans childlike butt and the other vampire knelt down on the ground, mouth open, his tongue stretching out and trying to catch the thick rope of human cum shooting out in his direction.
I went over to the next picture and held my breath. It showed an unusual couple this time. A man and a horse: the undead rubbed his cheek along the mighty stallions belly, moaning in hot desire and caressing the animals huge swollen cock with one hand and his own dark and shining wet dick with the other hand. Their explicit body language set me on fire, both of them were close to orgasm.
I remained in front of the painting, studying the horny scene until a very pleasant and velvety voice reached my mind: "Seem to me that this painting is your favorite one, too."
I turned round frightened as someone emerged from the shadows near the galleries entrance and I held my breath a second time, slightly blushing. I never saw a vampire like him before, that attractive. His pale face was a bit hollow-cheeked and framed to both sides with jet-black hair nearly reaching the height of his mouth. Large and calm eyes looked down on me. Strong curved, fine brows. Soft but black lips slightly gaping open now. He strode closer and stopped right beside me to look at the oil-painting, too. Instead of some kind of armor he wore a long shirt. For usual the garment would be closed with several leather bonds, but he left the lacing open. He was nearly as tall as Turel, but his shoulders were even broader and his well- developed pectoral muscles bended like pillows. This being was hot, he turned me on. I wasn't able to stop looking at him. The bump between his legs promised enough to made my mouth water. He must be some kind of stallion himself... My knees turned into jelly as excitement began to grew inside me. Without his armor I wasn't able to figure out his rank. Was he a fledgeling, a soldier or even more? I wanted to find out.
My gaze wandered from the undead to the picture and back. "Are you a zoo?" I asked him whilst he watched the erected horse.
He eyed the stallions huge dick with much interest and a faint trace of growing desire. "I love sex with male animals", he said softly. "But with humans or my own race I'm interested in women, too. Like the most of all vampires I know." He looked into my eyes, stroking back several strands of hair trying to slip into his face. "Do you like animals?"
I smiled a bit. "Sure, all of them."
His eyes began to glitter. "Did they fuck you?"
"Of course, and I enjoy every moment."
"Even with a stallion?"
"If his head isn't too big I can manage even larger horses cocks, but I prefer ponies. Its easier and quite more fun giving them a blowjob", I said a bit cheeky and noticed his growing arousal.
"What do you think about visiting a close friend from me?" the vampire suggested.
Just a short walk later I found myself in the stables, side by side with the handsome undead. He stopped in front of an eight-year-old stallion. His three-fingered hand sled over the white fur, caressing the animals neck. "240 years ago, on my way to the sanctuary to one of our once-a-year meetings, I found a horse trapped in thick and sticky bank mud. It was a very young animal, maybe two years old, at that time..." Several strands from the horses mane run slowly through his fingers. He paused a while. "At first, I was only interested if the stud would get out of the mud or if the flood would drown him. But the longer I watched him, fighting to survive, the more I caught sight of his beauty. His snow-white fur was smeared with a thick lay of sludge, he grunted and wheezed heavily whilst trying to lift himself out of the sticky stuff. But the more he struggled the more he sunk in until he was stuck up to the breast and half way up his butt. It was clear to see that the horse would die... The river was still emptying for the next half hour glass and I thought about the possibility of rescuing that animal within the time the water needs to came back completely."
I stared at him, slowly noticing the fact that he must be the Lord of this fortress (I still thought about his thoughtless spoken words concerning the annual meetings within emperor Kain's castle). "You've risked your life to save a horse?"
He smiled a bit. "I know that this sounds silly, but if you're undead everything is different. You wouldn't die, your life is endless. The first two or three centuries it's still exciting being immortal, but with every further year you get more and more bored... Although I don't want to sacrifice my life for anyone, not even for the young stud in the sludge, that long time ago. I was cauterized by water within the first years of my existence, that was the worst experience you could imagine. So I knew exactly what I was up to. Nevertheless, I knelt down beside the exhausted animal and tried to help him out of the mud. Soon, I realized that I have to transform into bat. I still have my full weight in that form but my wings are strong enough to carry a human for miles in my grip. All I had to do was lifting the horse up and lay him down in the grass just some steps beside him. But I've never thought that he would be that heavy! It felt like trying to lift up five humans at once. I don't know how I managed it at the end, but I saved the stallion just in time. Both of us exhausted, we lied down in the grass. I wondered about the animal laying his head in my lap and falling asleep within moments. But it took only a few more minutes for myself to fall asleep, too."
"What happened later?" I wanted to know.
"I woke up the moment someone pissed on my left boot and quickly found out that it was the horse emptying his bladder. After urinating the shaft emerged even more from its fleshy sheath until it hung out completely. It was the first time I really noticed the length of a horses penis. But watching his long dick getting hard aroused me. And from that moment I wasn't far away from my first time stroking and kissing an animals cock..."
His facial expression told about the lustful memories he went through.
Several moments passed until the vampire continued. "I forgot everything else around me. Nothing was left apart from this huge dick and my own hurting erection. I was surprised how fast the stallion reached his climax whilst my hands caressed his swollen glans. His cum was very thin at that time and he didn't have much of it, but it was enough for two small squirts spurting trough my fingers and against my crotch. I became so horny I rubbed my itching cock up and down the spongy, fat tip of his twitching, hard prick. It don't took long until I came in my pants moaning like being mad, but I was still too hot to care for the mishap and undressed hasty. It must have been hours I kept playing with the young stallions dick and my own steel- like cock, both of us coming several times... When I decided to continue my travel the meeting had already started. I arrived in the middle of the night. My brethren already gone home, I entered the empty throne room. Only Kain was present, sitting in his throne, still waiting for me."
"Did he punish you?" I whispered, slightly worried.
"No. He didn't said just a single word. He sat there, eyeing me like an ill-tempered snake, but nothing else happened. I knew, he was reading my thoughts, as if my slightly ruffled appearance wasn't treacherous enough. God, I must have smelled like a horse myself, odors of horse-sweat, his piss and our mixed cum surrounding me like a cloud for sure. But no one ever asked me about that night or tried to find out why I missed the meeting..." He took a slightly shaking breath and looked at me, pupils dilated. "This lustful experience was one reason for me breeding horses and other animals, today." He cleared his throat.
"And the other reason?"
"Might, little slave. The other clans and free humans trade with us. That's why this kingdom is the mightiest and richest of all", the young leader said with a little but proud smile
"Would you tell me your name, Mylord?" I asked softly.
"I am Raziel", he introduced himself, still stroking the stallions forehead and his soft, silky nostrils. "That's all you must know."
I went over his spoken words in my mind enjoying the pictures my fantasy created and caressed the horse, too. I saw him, naked, horny, jerking the young mounts welled up cock and his own hard and dark rod. Like the rutty couple in the gallery. A young, handsome vampire in voluptuous heat, close to orgasm, moaning, deeply caught in the sensation of stroking the enormous dick of a stud to ejaculation...
The silence around was only disturbed by the other horses noisily chewing hay and the occasional clapping sound of a hard horsecock hitting a belly with every forceful twitch. Raziel looked along the animals body. He made a small gesture with his fingers and mumbled some words I don't understand. The stallion snorted and slowly moved backwards. His penis stuck out horizontal, swaying and bobbing. The triangular dick-head was swollen and clear, big drops fell from the pale urethra jutting out of the glans. Between his hind legs the heavy, pink balls dangled. The white horse shaked his head and yawned with relaxed muzzle. At the same time his bouncing dick twitched and a small squirt of pre-cum jetted out.
My look moved back to the vampire beside me. The horses hard meat turned him on. I saw it in his eyes glued to the large penis, the way he slightly licked his lips. I heard him breathing. My eyes moved along his body and down to the hard bulge in his pants. My attention slid back to the stallion. His log, pink spotted rod pumped and the large tip grew like a half filled balloon inflating to full size. The gaping pisshole dripped badly. I stared at the monstrous lance, the fat head. My heart began to pound on that lustful sight. I was wet within one moment. My hand touched Raziels fingers laying on top of the small gate. The vampire turned in my direction, slowly guiding my arm around his waist. My other fingers began caressing his chest, stroking one of his nipples. The little tip was already hard.
"His dick is too big to fuck you, but I hope mine isn't", he murmured, "you a very tight..."
I lifted my head to met his gaze. "We never met before, so where fr..." I took a deep breath. "You are the black wolf", I breathed.
"That's why I gave you the hint", the undead whispered, bowing his head a bit. "We must do that again..."
I saw him licking his lips and raised my chin to meet his mouth with my own. His wet and hot tongue slid between my lips. I pressed my hips at his loins and slipped the open shirt down his shoulders the same moment. I moaned and rubbed my pelvis up an down his impressive hard- on. Our tongues swirling about each others, our kiss was getting hotter and hotter. All the French kisses with Dumah and Turel were nothing unlike what I felt whilst kissing Raziel. I began to burn like never before in my life. Breathless and gasping we part from each other. The young vampire moved back from me slowly and still panting a bit.
"My brethren are right, you're a hot little whore", he wheezed and opened the little fence. I followed him and closed the wooden gate with trembling fingers behind us. Excited I went closer as he stroked the horses flank and finally the inside of his thigh. The stallion pulled up the hips and his hind legs opened wider. Much wider. Raziel must have trained him. The horses croup sank down and the swollen, dripping glans rubbed against his belly fur. I saw the vampires hand moving right between the legs, kneading the large nuts. The animal snorted, one of his hind hooves stamped slightly and excited. The tail raised a bit, the croup lowered even more and began to pump greedy. With a half sustained moan the undead enclosed the bouncing and pre-cum spurting horsecock with his hands. The horny stallion grunted and fucked the grip behind his dick-head. Instead of wanking the rod for a cup-filling load of hot animal sperm, gasping he lets it off and sank down on his knees. The horse calmed down enough for him to encircle the twitching prick again. He licked the wet, dripping pisshole. Spreading the deepening around with his fingers, his tongue was driving circles around the pale tip. Pressing my hot lap against Raziels shoulder I stroked his naked, wide chest. The long tusks refused him to put the horses large glans in his mouth. So he aroused the animal with greedy licking and sucking at the swollen tip, caressing the hard shaft with his hands at the same time, moving the smooth, velvety skin forth and back rhythmically. I watched him masturbating the stallion, kissing and sucking the front of the triangular head. The young vampire moaned and spreaded his knees, bending his loins as far as he was able to.
"Get down my pants. Release me", Raziel gasped and moved his hips slightly up and down to rub his pulsing cock within the thick leather.
I knelt down beside him and kneaded the hard, huge cock-bump between his legs. He moaned so lustful and pressed his big, steel-like prick in my palm that I grasped the horsemeat with my other hand and gentle pressed the swollen tip against his soft, gaping lips. I saw how he licked the sensitive surrounding of the urethra, suddenly enclosing the head partly with his mouth, sucking gentle and very skilful. He exactly knew where the horse must be stimulated.
I head myself moaning "god, that's so horny" and "yeah, suck his dick" again and again.
Right the moment he continued licking the large hole a squirt of pre-cum hits his opened mouth. He put his tongue back and swallowed, before he lets off the huge cock again. Raziel undressed himself hasty. I gasped at the sight of his fat dick spitting a line of pre-cum. With a soft moan I caressed the vampires cut, big cock. With my thumb I stroked the wet slit in his glans, rubbing circles of lustful fire in the slimy, little hole before I stimulated the underside right below the head with my fingers. He groaned horny. His own erection close to burst and explode, he enclosed again a part of the stallions dripping cock-tip with his lips, sucking it partly into his mouth.
I moaned as I watched him sucking, overstraining the huge penis to orgasm until the horse pumped his hips. I knew the animal was coming. Raziel quickly held the fat dick-head with both hands. Trying to compensate the greedy movements he pressed the tip against and between his eager sucking lips. The horse bucked and grunted in orgasmic pleasure, his large rod virtually pumping and twitching, filling the horny vampires mouth with his cum. I saw how he swallowed again and again...Some cloudy liquid seeped out from the corner of his mouth and lower lip on his palm, dripping into the straw. He wheezed hasty and sharp through his nose, really drinking the horses load. His own prick twitched greedy, sending squirts of pre-cum into the straw. Hot, watery drops of his clear, slimy liquid ran down my fingers. The tip of his cock was purple, glistering wet.
"Let me taste him, too", I gasped and stuffed the stallions dick-head between my lips as Raziel put his head away, catching his breath.
I felt him licking my neck and moaning into my ear, milking the horse into my mouth at the same time. He rubbed his slippery, burning hot meat up and down my hip, gasping and wheezing with trembling breaths. I took the long and quick softening stallions limb out of his hands and into my own, licking off the sperm dripping from his pisshole and stroking the retreating length. The randy itching in my cunt nearly drove me mad.
"Fuck me...", I gasped, "aahh, Raziel, c'mon, ... give me your cock... Fuck me."
He tried to mount me like an animal himself, like the wolf he once was. Moaning I bend over, supporting my weight on elbows and knees I stretched out my back pulling up my dress hasty. His huge cock sled all the way in with one move. He was that big it hurts me a second. I wasn't able to breath the first moments his monstrous lance slipped forth and back. This young, horny beast was nearly as large as a horse. With loud, trembling breaths he fucked my hole, his hot, sweaty loins slapping against my butt-cheeks with growing speed. The vampires lustful pumping aroused me very fast and it wasn't long until I heard him moan in deep pleasure, too.
"Yeah... give me ... your ... cum...", I gasped and impatiently waited for the moment he fired his load.
Just moments later he pressed himself against my twitching, opened labia. His cock contracted and pumped with hasty, strong intervals, shooting squirt after squirt of fiery cum deep in my cunt. Both of us enjoying our climax he remained inside my body a long time and finally sled out with a slimy noise, still erect. Gasping he strode back several strands of black hair sticking to his wet, heated face.
"That was the foreplay...", Raziel breathed and helped me to lay down on my back......
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