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He laughed, his wet hair sparkling in the sunlight. “You had a
rabbit and some fawn. It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“
Yeah,” he admitted. “I guess being a werewolf isn’t so bad.
How do we find our way back?”

“
Use your nose,” he said simply.

For a quarter of an hour, they walked towards the tent. Rob
couldn’t really distinguish his own smell from all the other
smells, but Dave said his abilities would increase in time.
Finally, they discovered the tent and Rob bowed inside.

The smell of semen and sex inflamed his senses. Suddenly, the
memory of their fornication before changing inflamed his mind, and
his asshole clenched. They were still naked—Rob could still make a
move.

“
Did you fuck me just because of the changing?” he asked
suddenly.

Dave’s nostrils flared, inhaling the intoxicating scent. His
penis was flushed with longing. “Well, not entirely, no. It does
influence you a lot but I won’t deny that I find you
attractive.”

“
I still don’t know who you are, or whether I can trust you.”
Though desire had ensnared him, he realized that he barely knew the
handsome man.

“
I’m the leader of the pack. The alpha. One of my duties is to
help those transitioning.” He approached Rob, smiling
slightly.

Rob wanted nothing more than for Dave’s cock to split him
open. He didn’t understand his raging hormones; it was as if he was
18 again. “Do you fuck all of them?”

“
Some,” he admitted. “Not all.”

Dave was close enough that Rob could feel his hardened cock
press against his thigh. He stroked Rob’s hair and suddenly gave it
a sharp yank. “You will submit,” he growled.

Rob obeyed the pressure on his head and sank to his knees. He
found himself face to face with Dave’s thick cock. He gently lapped
at the cock as Dave’s powerful hands stroked his hair and jaw.
Dave’s thumbs hooked into Rob’s mouth and opened his jaw. Panting,
he forced his cock down Rob’s throat and seized his
head.

Robert’s hands traveled up Dave’s legs and massaged his ass,
as Dave’s hands forced Rob to swallow the entirety of his cock.
Dave slowly fucked his mouth, slightly grunting at his exertion.
Dave increased the pressure on the back of Rob’s head, forcing
himself inside to the hilt. Rob gagged slightly and tried to remove
his mouth, but Dave growled savagely and gripped his hair
painfully. Rob stuck out his tongue to allow Dave deeper access and
managed to lick his balls. Dave’s hips began to slam against his
mouth as his urgency increased. Rob could feel his own cock
lengthening and his asshole clenching. He wanted so badly to be
fucked.

The tent was filled with the sounds of choking, wet sounds.
Dave’s face had reddened as he fucked Rob’s mouth faster and
harder. Rob reached around to Dave’s asshole and suddenly inserted
three fingers. Dave moaned in pleasure. The fingers became wet with
mucus as they fucked him rhythmically with Dave’s thrusts. He
slipped another finger in and slammed them in to the hilt. Dave let
out a yell with every thrust of his fingers. Red-faced, panting,
Dave suddenly removed his cock from Rob’s throat.

Dave flipped Rob over himself as he panted in Rob’s ear, his
slimy cock nestled between Rob’s ass cheeks.

“
Fuck,” he swore in frustration. Dave hooked his fingers inside
Rob’s asshole and opened it wide. He shifted his hips until the tip
of his cock rested on Rob’s asshole. Then he plunged
inside.

“
Oh!” Rob moaned as Dave’s huge cock split him open. Dave’s
arms had formed a vice grip over his chest and waist. His mouth had
found Rob’s neck and alternated between sucking and
kissing.

Dave’s hips jerked upwards, his cock slamming into Rob’s
prostate. Dave’s hands were now pinching Rob’s nipples painfully.
The other hand drifted to Rob’s cock and began to stroke it with
his firm grip.

“
Fuck yes,” he sighed.

As Dave’s thrusts became faster and harder, his jaw clamped
once again on Robert’s neck. His instincts took over as he became
determined to keep his mate in place.

The biting, fucking, and feeling of Dave’s hand pumping his
cock was bringing him close to the threshold. His eyes rolled in
the pleasure of it all. His cock was sliding inside his rectum,
pounding against his prostate. His hands balled into fists and Dave
was hammering away faster than ever, his growls deafening. Robert
moaned and felt spurts of semen shoot out of his cock. At the same
time, Dave released his mouth and grunted. There was a last slam
against his prostate and suddenly Dave’s cock was swimming in
semen.

Dave kept his moist cock inside, his chest heaving. Robert was
still riding the wave of pleasure, and turned his head around to
kiss him. Dave kissed him back, his tongue hot against his
lips.

Rob felt semen dripping down the crack of his ass and rolled
off Dave. He looked at his lover, whose cock was covered with a
white glove of cum. He was watching Robert expectantly. He
dutifully lowered his head and caught Dave’s cock in his mouth,
sucking and licking every drop of semen. He understood his place
now.

He pulled away, satisfied. His lips were sticky with cum.
“What happens now?”

Dave smirked. “You must be initiated into the pack.” He pulled
on his jeans as Rob tried to wipe the semen off his
thighs.

“
What does that involve?” he asked nervously.

Dave only smiled mysteriously as he pulled on his t-shirt,
ducking out of the tent to leave Rob naked and alone.

END
:)

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Eric halted in front of the door that led to his Lord’s
chambers and faltered. His heart began to jump.
Suppose he’s found out.
 
It was a worry that frequented
his mind. Lord Gareth was, after all, the head of the state. Years
ago, he had crushed the opposing Benial armies and assassinated the
cruel, tyrannical king and claimed the land of Kanth for his own.
Eric himself had fought with him. He had once believed in Gareth’s
virtue, but he had become corrupt with power, as rulers often
do.

So he joined a rebel faction in the
hopes of dismantling Lord Gareth’s rule. Still, he had grown up
with Gareth, looked up to him. The heaviness in his heart grew with
every deception he planned, with every murder committed. Though he
knew he was doing the right thing, he couldn’t help but feel a
tinge of guilt.

Once more, he raised his hand to
the door and pushed it open.

“
Did you summon me, my
lord?”

Gareth looked up briefly from his
desk.

“
Yes, Eric.” He stood up and
shuffled the papers on his desk.

“
Tell the guards they are relieved
of their duty for tonight,” he instructed. He opened a drawer and
placed the stack of papers neatly inside. He then added, “And shut
the door.”

Eric did as he was told. He waited,
quietly surveying the room. He rarely came into Gareth’s study,
since the Lord disliked being interrupted during crucial Party
work. A large walnut desk stood by an even larger fireplace,
guarded with iron-wrought gates. A bearskin rug was placed before
the fireplace. The entire room was covered in russet colored
marble, which spanned across the huge floor. Near the walnut desk
was a miniature library consisting of five tall bookshelves and
three vases filled with various books and scrolls, and in one of
the vases, an ebony cane.

Gareth turned to Eric. He had taken
a scroll from one of the vases and unrolled it onto the top of the
walnut desk.

“
Does this look
familiar?”

His heart
raced.
 
Were
they the faction plans? Did he finally obtain the headquarters’
blueprints?

Eric stepped closer to the desk and
peered down.

It was an ornately decorated scroll
with figures strewn all over the page. The figures were naked and
copulating in various positions with captions such as “Flowers of
the Mango Tree.” The scroll was highly detailed and done in India
ink, framed with gold leaf.

He blushed at the images. “My Lord,
how does this apply—” he started, and then stopped.

Suddenly Eric felt something cold
brush against his crotch. Gareth had snaked his hand around his
hips and now cradled the contours of his member with slow,
tantalizing movements. Eric stiffened, too frightened to
protest.

Gareth leaned in close to his ear
and whispered with a voice barely above a sultry murmur, “I know
who you are. You’ve betrayed me.” With a perfect tongue, Gareth
licked his ear. “Now,” he breathed, “you shall claim your
consequence.”

Gareth pressed his body against
Eric and fingered his crotch with slow, deft movements. Using the
tips of his fingers, he traced the sensuous shape with leisurely,
circular movements. Gareth smiled, feeling the warmth increasing
beneath his fingers. Eric shuddered as he felt Gareth explore him.
He stood rigid, his mouth slightly open in shock. Gareth carefully
tucked a lock of Eric’s hair behind his ear. He nestled his head on
Eric’s shoulder and began trailing the tip of his tongue against
Eric’s neck.

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Please, Professor

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Blood and Black
Leather

By

Cassandra Court

Copyright © 2012 by Cassandra Court

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The night air was cool against Jen's skin. A light breeze
brought an assortment of sounds to her. The distant roar of
traffic, a few late birds chirping from the trees in the park. A
quiet conversation from a nearby balcony, the words muffled and
lost across the short distance. She smiled to herself, adjusting
the large purse slung over her shoulder. It was a good night to
hunt.

There wasn't much call for vampire hunters these days. The
ancient profession was sadly outdated. It wasn't that there weren't
any vampires left - you could still find them if you looked hard
enough, sometimes in surprising numbers. But they weren't the same
threat they'd been in past centuries. The old ones were still
around because they'd been wise enough to shape up, and the young
ones identified more strongly with the human race than their
predecessors ever had. Of course you always had the occasional
rogue, and that usually meant a nice bounty for the hunter lucky
enough to be hired, but that was rare. The proud tradition that had
been passed down through generations of Jen's family had become
little more than a hobby that very occasionally paid
off.

That was all right, though. It wasn't exactly her day job.
Besides, there was only one vampire she was interested in
hunting.

She'd finally tracked him down. She'd checked and
double-checked her observations, and she was sure of it: he was
staying here, in this apartment complex. She'd been casually casing
the place over the past few weeks, keeping an eye on the comings
and goings - seeing who came and went from where. It'd taken a long
time, but she'd managed to narrow his location down to one of a
handful of buildings. She'd made sure to do it during the day so he
wouldn't see her, and to wear strong perfume and freshly laundered
clothing so he couldn't catch her scent.

She'd forgone the perfume tonight, though. On the night of her
final approach, she liked to be more sporting.

The apartment complex had a jumbled, meandering layout, the
buildings connected by long, winding sidewalks. Jen ambled down
towards the building she'd thought most likely, her heels making a
light clicking noise on the pavement. The breeze kicked up again,
lightly tousling her hair. She would have to make sure to keep
walking against the wind, rather than with it. She doubted he'd
run, but it would be such a disappointment if he scented her before
she caught him. Jen preferred to win their game on her own
terms.