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Fiddleford sped through the forest, jumping swiftly over fallen branches and swerving in between the trees. She was fast, of course; speed was one of the few things she actually enjoyed about being a vampire. She wasn’t going as fast as she could, however. Fiddleford wanted to be caught.
And she knew Stanley liked the chase.
The full moon was out, and she was being hunted. Fiddleford could pick up the scent of wet dog and pure desire through the natural smells of the woods, and she shuddered in delight. This was going to be so much fun.
Fiddleford scampered up a tree and perched on a high branch as she watched Stanley burst through the clearing on all fours, sniffing the air. Stanley’s ears perked up as she caught wind of her girlfriend above her, and Fiddleford giggled at the low growl that escaped her. They both knew that the tree’s thin branches would not support the weight of a whole werewolf, so even though Fiddleford was cornered in the tree, she still held the advantage.
“Down. Now.” Stanley rasped lowly, clawing at the bark desperately.
Fiddleford snorted.
“Come on, darlin’. You know that’s no way to ask for what ya want,” she chuckled, grin widening at the whine that pulled from Stanley’s throat.
In this state, words were hard for Stanley. Fiddleford knew that. She swung one leg over the branch she was perched on, dangling her foot just out of the reach of Stanley’s snapping jaws.
“‘M right here, honey. All ya gotta do is catch me ” she drawled. She watched with barely hidden glee as Stanley’s glare deepened.
Just a little more.
Stanley’s ears flattened against her head as she snarled at the predatory grin Fiddleford was throwing her way. She huffed impatiently.
“P-please—” she whined.
Fiddleford stared for a moment longer before deciding she was done playing and she swung herself to the ground. Stanley immediately pinned her to the tree. Soft grunts escaped her as she dug claws into the bark behind Fiddleford, nose buried in her neck and hips pressed flush to her thigh.
Fiddleford’s hand wound into Stanley’s hair, scratching softly at the base of the wolf’s ears. Stanley whimpered, leaning further into the touch. She had slotted her knee in between Fiddleford’s leg, thrusting desperately in a futile attempt to get some friction between the layers of clothing covering the two of them.
Fiddleford shuddered at the feeling of Stanley’s length pressing insistently into her thigh. She tightened her grip on Stanley’s hair and pulled her head to the side, exposing the flesh of her throat. Her mouth watered.
Stanley let herself be led, distracted by chasing the pleasure building in her lower stomach. She yelped as she felt sharp fangs sink into her neck and latch tight. She thrashed, not sure if she was trying to shake Fiddleford off or get closer to her.
Stanley’s grunts turned to whimpers as her hips sped up, eyes rolling back at the dual sensations from the teeth buried in her throat and the warm thigh between her legs. Fiddleford drank greedily, sucking hard enough to bruise the flesh between her lips.
A loud cry fell from Stanley’s lips, causing Fiddleford to pull off and lave her tongue over the weeping wound.
“C’mon, honey,” she murmured into Stanley’s shoulder. “Let go for me, yeah?”
That was all it took for Stanley’s thrusts to stutter to a stop as she came in her already ripped and ruined sweatpants. The noise she let out was almost a howl, gripping Fiddleford’s shoulders like the vampire was going to disappear from underneath her.
“So good,” Fiddleford whispered into Stanley’s hair, petting softly at her head and causing her ears to twitch.
Heavy breathing was the only noise in the woods, all of the wildlife spooked off when the two predators tumbled into the clearing. Fiddleford continued rubbing soft circles around Stanley’s ears as the wolf lifted her head from the crook of Fiddleford’s neck. Her pupils were blown so wide that the chocolate brown was almost completely swallowed by black when they made eye contact.
“Please,” she panted.
Fiddleford smiled fondly.
“What do ya need, darlin’?”
In lieu of an answer, Stanley pulled back completely and tugged Fiddleford away from the tree. Fiddleford hit the grass with an “oof” as the overeager puppy tackled her to the ground. Stanley’s teeth were bared in a snarl, but Fiddleford wasn’t scared. She could hold her own, especially so soon after feeding.
Besides, despite the threatening manner of the monster above her, she could see Stanley’s massive tail wagging rapidly behind her. She was excited. So Fiddleford was too.
Stanley straddled Fiddleford’s lap, practically drooling over her. Fiddleford took the opportunity to unbutton her shirt and let it hang loose around her shoulders. She started to move on to her pants, but Stanley apparently thought she was going too slow. Fiddleford gasped, feeling sharp claws rip through the fabric of her pants and underwear at once, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
Stanley wasted no time in shuffling backward and burying her face in Fiddleford’s dripping cunt. Her movements were messy and unprecise, but Fiddleford did not care in the slightest; the feeling of Stanley’s rough tongue circling her clit and the threat of sharp teeth so close to her most intimate parts had her curling in on herself with a groan.
“Fuck, puppy—”
Stanley whined into her cunt at the pet name, her tail whipping rapidly against the ground. She dipped her tongue into the dripping opening below her, rubbing her nose on Fiddleford’s clit. Fiddleford cried out and grabbed Stanley’s head. Her hands tangled in bushy brown hair, tugging her girlfriend as close as physically possible. Stanley traced her thighs with a single claw, sloppily licking at every part of Fiddleford she could reach.
It didn’t take long for Fiddleford’s breath to hitch and her thighs to close around Stanley’s head, keeping her buried exactly where she needed her as she rode out the waves of her climax. Panting, she let her legs fall open, but Stanley didn’t move. Her sandpaper tongue was quickly becoming too much, so Fiddleford hauled the wolf up by her hair and into a bruising kiss.
She could taste herself on Stanley’s tongue. It was intoxicating.
Stanley finally took the time to rip off her own clothes, and Fiddleford immediately felt precum drip onto her stomach. Stanley grinned lopsidedly at her girlfriend with a hand wrapped around her cock, tilting her head in question.
“Go ahead, darlin',” Fiddleford rasped with a matching grin. “Break me.”
Stanley didn't need to be told twice.
Both women gasped when Stanley slipped inside Fiddleford with one smooth motion. Despite her previous orgasm relaxing her, Fiddleford was still overwhelmed. Stanley was huge . She reached up blindly to scrabble at Stanley’s back, fingernails piercing the flesh.
Stanley set a rough and bruising pace, fucking into the tight heat underneath her without abandon. She was gone with pleasure; the full moon pumped moonlight into her veins, filling her with nothing but the desire to claim. To breed .
Fiddleford shook with the effort of holding on to Stanley. She was rocked back and forth into the dirt so vigorously that she knew she’d be picking pine needles out of her hair for hours, but that was so far from her first priority at the moment. All she could really do was lay there, make noise, and take it .
Punishing thrust after thrust pushed the two women closer together until Stanley had Fiddleford’s legs hooked over her shoulders. Fiddleford screamed at the new angle; Stanley was so deep that she swore she could feel her pulsing cock in her throat.
Stanley moved the vampire up and down her cock effortlessly, using her like a toy. Fiddleford was drunk on it. Stanley’s feral groans and growls harmonized perfectly with Fiddleford’s punched-out gasps and whines. They were a symphony.
Before long, Fiddleford felt something start to firm up at the meeting of their hips, trying to nudge inside of her tight clutch. She threw her head back in response, knowing Stanley was close. Her thick cock was hitting Fiddleford’s sweet spot dead on with every thrust, and she was unraveling quickly. She needed Stanley to finish before she combusted.
Fiddleford reached up and pulled Stanley’s hair, yanking her down to whisper into her mouth.
“So good for me, puppy— ah— fuck— fuckin’ me so good—,” she breathed.
Stanley whined as she started to lose her rhythm, hips stuttering unpredictably. The knot at the base of her cock was fully swollen, threatening to pop at any moment.
“Cl-close,” she grunted with effort, sweat dripping down her face in concentration. Fiddleford brushed Stanley’s sweaty hair off of her forehead before kissing it tenderly, pulling another whimper from the desperate wolf.
“Go ahead, honey—” she groaned. “Fill me up, ‘kay?”
That was all it took.
Stanley let out a howl as her knot finally popped inside Fiddleford’s cunt, locking them together as she came. Fiddleford screamed out her climax at the feeling of ropes of hot cum painting her insides, Stanley still rocking them both through it.
Fiddleford grunted when Stanley’s elbows gave out, dropping her full weight onto the vampire below her. She buried her head in Fiddleford’s neck, licking absentmindedly at the sweat dripping down her jawline. In return, Fiddleford’s hands fell back into Stanley’s hair, scratching hard at her ears. She giggled at the sight of Stanley’s tail thumping the ground before she choked on a gasp as the movement caused Stanley’s softening cock to nudge something inside of her.
“Hi, darlin',” she purred, hands never stopping their petting through Stanley’s hair.
Fiddleford felt more than heard the muffled “hey” that her girlfriend mumbled into her shoulder.
“Ya have fun?”
Stanley hummed in affirmation.
“Good,” Fiddleford mused, “because I think you’re gonna have to carry me home.”
Stanley snorted, lifting her head to plant a messy kiss on the side of Fiddleford’s lips.
“‘S okay—” Stanley said with a smirk. “Can’t have you too tired out for round two.”
Fiddleford shoved her away playfully, as far as she could with the two of them still locked together. They fell into a comfortable silence, basking in their combined warmth piercing through the cold night air.
Fiddleford felt a clawed hand fall lightly on her stomach, causing her to crack one eye open. She was met with the sight of Stanley’s wide eyes staring directly at her lower body. She was drooling a little bit. Fiddleford followed the path of Stanley's gaze to her abdomen, choking on a gasp at the sight.
Just underneath her belly button was an unnatural bulge, pressing against her skin from the inside. As if in a trance, Stanley leaned some of her weight onto her hand, the pressure pulling deep groans from both of their throats.
“Oh god, Lee—” Fiddleford cried softly. “Is that you?”
Stanley nodded slowly, blown eyes and trembling hands never leaving Fiddleford’s swollen stomach.
Fiddleford let her head fall back in the grass and closed her eyes as she felt Stanley’s cock give a valiant twitch from deep inside of her.
This was going to be a long night.