Claws

Claws ©

by Lupa8

Warning: Sexual situations. Not recommended for persons under the age of 18 years.

She was hot. She was always overly warm during the full moon, but tonight she felt as though her very blood burned. She paced the room, growling and grumbling to herself. If only she wasn’t alone with her burning, it would not be so intense. But the last lover she had didn’t survive the night with her. She stopped and felt a pang of guilt at his death, if she had warned him before hand he might not have been so eager to come into her bed. But fear had kept her silent and in her passion her claws had dug too deep. The frail human form wasn’t designed to take such damage.

Her search for others like her had taken her the world over and she had found nothing but a few myths and legends. Nothing real. She went to the back door and stripped off her dress, then stepped outside, letting her long, dark hair fall around and caress her back, neck, and shoulders. She closed her eyes a moment and enjoyed the feeling of her silken hair flowing around her body.

There was more than one way to release the animal within, she stretched and her brown eyes turned yellow and in a flash she was on all fours and running madly thru the forest. Trees and bushes went by in a blur as she pumped her muscular legs, pushing herself ever faster, her black fur catching the moonlight and causing her to almost glow with a silver white aura. Barely a leaf trembled in her wake, and not a footprint nor broken branch was left behind in her wake. She thrilled in her pure physical power and let loose a raw yowling cry to express her happiness that running in her other form always gave her. She stopped only when she reached the edge of a cliff.

She stood there, sniffing the night air, and looked out over the valley spread out before her in the moonlight. Suddenly she threw her head back and let out a screaming howl. A howl that was heard for miles and made the humans that lived at the edge of the great forest lock their doors and windows, and stoke their fires higher. After several howls she quieted and sniffed the air once more, feeling much better. The wind shifted and she caught the scent of a deer, she considered hunting it up but quickly pushed the thought away, she wasn’t hungry for food.

After awhile she turned, and started trotting back to her house. She wasn’t worried about being seen, after giving up her world search, she had carefully chosen her home, so that, unless you were right on the front porch, you could not see her comings and goings. And lately she had been going out almost nightly.

There was a lot of game to be had in this wood, the deer were as thick as fleas on her property and she refused to allow anyone to hunt them. Anyone but herself of course, 100 acres held a lot of deer. She even fed them in the wintertime to make sure they stayed healthy and in large enough numbers to keep her sustained.

As she came closer to the clearing around her house, she felt a prickling along her skin and stopped dead in her tracks. Someone was near. She sniffed the air but the only thing she could smell was the Earth and the green around her.

‘Very strange’, she thought to herself. Still on guard, she crept to the edge of the clearing and looked out. There was a man sitting in her front porch swing! She was shocked that she had not smelled him, the small breeze was in her face and she should have caught his scent over a mile away, she took in a deep breath thru her nose, ‘He has no scent!’ she thought, alarmed. Either that or his scent matches the Earth itself. Curious and a bit annoyed, she stepped out into the clearing, in full view of the man. He stopped his slow rocking and watched her watch him.

The hair came up along her back and she felt herself snarl. She lowered her head and approached the man, a deep rumbling growl issuing from between her impressive teeth. He didn’t move, she stopped at the bottom step and looked up at him, he looked right back at her, his dark blue eyes stared into her dark yellow ones. After a few moments careful study she noticed that he was completely still, unnaturally still. This puzzled her, everything moved, even when it was trying very hard to be still, it had a sense of movement, an eye blink, a small breath, anything. He was completely and utterly still and if his eyes had not burned into her own she would have sworn he was dead.

She put her front paw on the first step, and he spoke.

“Shhhh my pet, be at ease with me and with yourself.” He smiled down at her. She froze at his words, and as she looked into his eyes she calmed. After a few moments he stood fluidly and stepped to the side of the door. She growled again but he seemed to take no notice.

“Perhaps an explanation is in order”, he said, his rich voice moved over and thru her like satin. She shivered, his voice was almost touchable and his words seemed to ring in her head even after they had faded from the air. She moved past him, shifted into a half form, opened the door and walked inside, being careful not to touch him. He made no move to stop or hinder her, only stood in his unnatural stillness and watched her.

By the time she was across the room and had reached the pile of clothes she had discarded on the floor she was back in her human form. She had long ago given up her human discomfort of being nude. And as she slipped the cool, cotton dress over her head she kept an eye on the doorway, the stranger was standing just outside the door, watching her. She smoothed out the dress, she preferred these simple dresses because they were easy to get on and off in a hurry, and they were comfortable, also she didn’t have to wear anything under them and she tried to wear as few cloths as she had to, the only thing she really felt good in was her fur.

She stood a moment before speaking, “Who are you?”

He smiled and bowed formally at the waist, “forgive my rudeness my pet. My name is Alexander, and I have come to beg a favor of you.”

She shivered once again as his voice flowed over her and through her at the same time. He just stood there, smiling slightly at her.

She shook herself mentally, “First of all, my name is Kathryn, not ‘pet’. And second, why should I grant you any favor? I don’t even know who.......... or what, you are.”

“If you would invite me inside, I will explain everything.” he said.

She considered this a moment, should she allow him in? And why wait for an invitation when the door stood open? Perhaps he didn’t want to spook her and was only being polite, but somehow she doubted this. ‘Well why not?’ she thought, ‘I can always kill him if he gets foolish.’

“You may enter”, she said.

His smile lit up his face as he bowed again and then stepped through the door, shutting it behind him. “I do thank you my p... Kathryn.”

She stepped closer to him and tried to take in his scent again, still, all she could smell was earth and just under that was another, slight smell, like a dark basement, it wasn’t unpleasant, just not something you would expect someone to smell like. It frustrated her that she couldn’t make sense of him, this Alexander, who was standing as plain as day before her, but at the same time didn’t seem real.

“What are you?” she finally asked. He stepped closer to her and held out his hand, after a moment she took it and then quickly released it. It was cold, as cold as ice, as cold as……death.

She growled quietly at him and he laughed. “Oh my dear, in all your long life and all your travels, have you never come across one such as I?”

She shook her head, both in answer and in an effort to shake off the feeling that tickled over her skin when he laughed. He walked over to the couch and sat down. She moved to a chair across the coffee table from him and sat with her legs folded under her. She was surprised at her reaction to him, he was, in a word, beautiful, his hair was a dark, rich, black and his eyes a deep blue, his skin was slightly pale and he had long eyelashes and perfectly shaped eyebrows. He was dressed in tight, black jeans with knee high soft sued black boots and a dark blue shirt that was rather old fashion and tied at the top, but the top was undone at the moment and it showed the top of his smooth, pale chest.

‘Very bed-able’ she thought to herself and smiled at that, then stopped and sighed with the memory of her last lover.
He arched an eyebrow at her, “A penny for your thoughts” he said. She just looked blankly at him and he shrugged. “Well I suppose you want an explanation and I haven’t much time left so I shall start. As you know, my name is Alexander. I am 408 years old and I am a vampire.”

She stared at him, a what? A vampire? Had she heard him correctly? She opened her mouth to ask and was silenced when he began speaking again.

“Before you ask if you heard me right, let me say that, yes, you did, I am a vampire and I am looking for a companion. I have been a long time alone and I hunger for someone to share my life with, someone who is not human, someone who can both feed me, watch over my day time slumber, and,” he paused and flashed a smile, showing his long canine fangs, “a lover. I am a rather good lover and in return for all this I offer you my companionship, body, and whatever else that is at my disposal to give you.”

She thought for a moment at this, then asked “Why me? Cannot you find someone of your own kind?” Although she had never met nor seen even a glimmer of any other being like him, she was not shocked that he existed. She existed, after all, and had no idea why she was what she was, but yet here she was.

She herself was over 100 years old, although she looked to be in her early twenties, and had yet to see anything but humans and regular animals on this Earth. Her thoughts were interrupted when he spoke again.

“My kind do not get along with each other well, and we cannot sustain each other. I have been watching you for some time and am quite taken with you, it would be an honor if you would at least consider my offer.”

“So you know what I am?” she asked, “You have seen others like me?” she said the last hopefully.

“Not anymore,” he said, “there was once a few like you, but they were hunted and killed off long ago, you, I am afraid, are alone, unless you decide to have children, that is how you came to be you know. One or both of your parents were werewolves because, despite what the legends tell, you cannot simply bite a human and make him a werewolf.”

“Yes!” she said excitedly, thrilled to have someone to talk to about this at last, someone who could answer her questions. “I have tried this and it did not work, he simply became sick and almost died. I did not know my parents; I grew up in an orphanage. I was told that my parents died in a fire.”

He smiled sadly, “Yes, many of your kind ‘died in fires’ I’m afraid, as did many of mine. But because we can make more of ourselves from the humans, we have yet to be completely killed off.”

“I have so many questions, I don’t know where to begin.” she said, then calmed herself and added, “I will consider your offer, Alexander, but know this, I will not have a master.” She glared at him and he chuckled.

“I have no want or need of a servant, I would rather have an equal to stand beside me and talk to. I am as lonely as you I think, perhaps even more so, and I tire of my wanderings.” he paused and sighed, looking down at his hands that were folded in front of him on his lap. Her eyes were drawn down as well and she noticed how his fingernails extended just beyond his fingertips, and how smooth his hands looked, they gave an impression of strength and genteelness that stirred a feeling deep in her belly. She wondered what it would feel like to have those hands on her bare skin, and smiled slightly.

He chuckled and she looked up into his eyes, he was smiling at her and his whole face seemed to glow when he smiled, especially his eyes, they were a deep sapphire and glowed and glittered when he smiled.

She smiled back in spite of herself, “You have made an appealing offer Alexander, and I am tempted to take you up on it. But what did you mean, feed you? How am I to feed you? Do you intend to bite me and drink my blood like they do in the stories? I really don’t think I am liking that idea. I am a hunter, I am not food.” <br>

He smiled and said, “The vampire’s bite can be so erotic that you would think that you would break in half with the pleasure that racks your body.” he licked one pointed fang, “and I would not need to drain you to slack my thirst, the blood of a werewolf is so much richer than that of a human’s that only a few swallows will do.”

“You sound like you speak from experience.” she said.

“Yes, I had a werewolf lover many long years ago, we were together for over 70 wonderful years before........before she was killed one full moon.” his smile gone, he looked into her eyes with such deep sorrow that she gasped as though she herself felt it.

“Why is it that I can almost feel what you do?”

His smile returned but didn’t touch his eyes this time. “Some of what the stories are true about us, I can project my thoughts and feelings to you, but unlike a human, I cannot control your mind.” His stare suddenly deepened and as she looked into his eyes she suddenly felt a passion rise up from between her legs and crawl slowly up into her belly, then her chest. Her heart raced and her breath came faster, she squirmed a bit and looked way from him a moment. As soon as she did, her heart slowed and her breath no longer caught in her throat, but her passion that was her own stayed. When she looked up again he was standing in front of her, she startled. She hadn’t heard him move.

She looked up at him and he smiled seductively down at her as he reached up and undid the leather thong that held his long hair up in a ponytail. It fell loose and soft around his shoulders and she longed to run her hands through it. He held out his hand to her and she took it after only a moment’s pause. He pulled her up to him, she was standing with her body touching his, he was only a few inches taller than her and she was able to look into his beautiful eyes.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I want you.” he said huskily.

She shivered and put her hand on his chest, “I must warn you,” she said, “my last lover was….damaged.” <

He smiled, “He was a frail human and not worthy of your passion.” he kissed her then, and as his soft lips met hers she felt a heat spread through her that threatened to engulf them both. She had expected his lips to be cold but they were warm and soft. He kissed her harder and probed her mouth with his tongue, running it around and over her teeth. She pushed his tongue out with her own and returned the favor, carefully running it over his sharp, upper canines. He moaned and wrapped one arm around her waist and ran his fingers through her hair with his other hand. She reached up and plunged her hands into his thick, soft hair and murred hungrily. He pulled her closer to his body and she could feel the rise of his manhood push against her lower belly. She reached one hand down and grabbed his buttocks and he drew in a sharp breath of surprise. He stopped kissing her, looked into her eyes, and she smiled wickedly.

She stepped back just enough so be able to run her hands over his firm, broad chest. She ran her hands over his satin shirt, relishing the feel of it under her fingertips. She then pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands up under it, kneading and caressing the cool flesh underneath. He reached under his shirt and grabbed her wrists, pulled her away from himself and released her. Before she could protest he pulled off his shirt and let it fall to the floor. She moved to him again and wrapped her arms around his upper waist, then moved down and licked his nipples. He gasped and dug both hands into her hair, moaning and kneading as she licked and nibbled. She whined hungrily and bit down a bit harder than she intended, he jerked but held her head to his chest when she tried to pull away. She watched as the small cut she had made in his perfect skin healed instantly.

She grinned in spite of herself and looked up at him. “Take me,” she whispered, and he bent and scooped her up into his arms.

“Where?” he asked.

“Up the stairs, first door on the right” she answered and he took her where she had indicated. He walked with her into the room and laid her gently on the bed, then sat beside her and began removing his boots. She started to remove her dress but he stopped her. “Tonight my pet, you have but to sit back and enjoy.” She smiled and leaned back against the headboard. He finished removing his boots and held his hand to her, she took it and he stood up, drawing her with him. She stood with her arms down at her sides and he bent at the knees, took the bottom of her dress in both hands, and stood up slowly, running his hands over first her legs, hips, waist, then sides, taking the dress with him. He pulled it over her head and let it drop to the floor. He stood a moment and looked over her body, it was firm and perfect, her breasts were just slightly larger than a handful and round and firm. She moved to the bed slowly and sat down, letting him take in every part of her. She sat in the bed, stretched her legs out in front of her and crossed them at the ankle. The only light in the room was from the full moon that poured in thru the open window. His pale skin seemed to glow in it. He went to the bed, grabbed her gently around the ankles and pulled her down until she was lying completely on her back. She stretched her arms over her head and smiled up at him. He straddled her hips, put his hands on either side of her chest and brought his lips to her breast. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his soft lips on her skin. He moved down her to her belly, lingered a moment, then went lower. She gasped and moaned as he lapped up her wetness. After a few moments her backed arched and she let out a growl as her body spasmed in pleasure.

He was suddenly fully on top of her and was kissing her neck as she finished her climax. His body moved against her and she wrapped her long legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He thrust his hips against her and she arched against him in return. He licked and nibbled the side of her neck and she stiffened, a small growl issued from her throat.

“Shhhh, my pet, it will not hurt, and I only need a little.” Before she could protest, he opened his mouth wide around the large vein in her neck and bit down.

Her body exploded in pleasure. She screamed out and her back bowed up. Gasping and panting she latched onto him and dug her claws into his back, drawing long, bloody furrows down his perfect skin. He grunted but kept his hold on her throat and pulled the life sustaining blood from her body. She had never before felt such hot, intense pleasure. It felt as though every nerve of her body itched and tingled with it. She gasped and sucked in air.

He released her neck as suddenly as he had bitten it and licked the blood until the small wound healed itself. She healed only slightly slower than he did. He smiled and sat up a bit to look at her. She lay under him, panting, her eyes were no longer the dark brown, but instead a dark yellow amber color that seemed to glow with a light all their own.

She looked into his eyes and blinked slowly, “Again” she whispered huskily.

He chuckled, “soon my pet, you will feel even greater pleasure, we both will.” Grinning madly, she brought her bloody hands to her lips and sucked his blood from her fingertips, then ran them over his lips. He took in a finger and sucked it greedily. She purred and licked at his face, slowly bringing her hands down his body to the front of his pants.
She struggled with the strange clasp that held them together, and finally, in frustration, she simply ripped the clasp off.

“I could have done that for you.” he chuckled. She snorted and growled at him, struggling with what was left of the pants, they were tight and clung to his body like a second skin. He reached down and helped, finally wriggling free of them. He had on black, silk briefs, which came off quickly and flew across the room. Free of clothes, he once again lay on top of her, resting his full weight on her body, she wrapped her legs around him again and licked at his chin, whining. He took her lips with his and kissed her deeply, she kissed him back with a passion she had not felt since early in her life, when she had first become aware of herself as a wolf. He rubbed himself against the outside of her and she moaned and bit gently at his lips. He did this for a few minutes, working her up into a heated frenzy. Suddenly, without warning he thrust into her. She yelped in surprise and he went deeper into her, pulled slowly back out, only to thrust again. Again and again he thrust, going faster with each one. She pumped her hips in unison with his, and again her nails dug into his back. Blood flowed down his back, over her hands and down her arms. It pooled between her breasts and he bent to lap it up, pushing ever deeper and faster into her, she was surprised how warm he was within her and relished every movement that their bodies made. She licked the warm blood off of his neck and chest and pulled him closer to her, she wanted to feel every part of him, wanted the feeling of his body pressed into her own.

She felt it coming upon her, it started as a low burn deep between her legs and spread out wards until it reached the climax. She bowed her back and cried out, latching onto his back. Her body spasmed over and over until she thought she would break in two. She found it hard to draw in breath and gasped and let go of his back to dig into the sheets under her. He took her hands in his and slowed his inhumanly rapid pace and began to moan, his body jerking with his own orgasm. Together they came over and over, their mutual orgasms rocking both their bodies.

He gritted his teeth together and called out her name, “Kathryn!” then slumped on top of her, burring his face in her thick hair. She lay panting under him, her body jerking every now and again with aftershocks. He was still hard inside of her and slowly pushed it in all the way, then lay still. She wiggled and settled into a comfortable position. He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at her. His hair was tousled and slightly matted with his own blood and hung down around his face.

He smiled into her now brown eyes and wiggled his hips, causing her to purr again, “How was that? Did I meet your expectations my pet?”

“More than that,” she said, “you have far surpassed anything I could have dreamed.” she laughed then and wiggled, you may stay as long as you can keep this up, but I warn you, I am rather hungry and would probably tax you after awhile.”

He laughed out loud, “My dear, wonderful pet, I will please you forever if you would let me.”

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. “Thank you for finding me.”

He kissed her gently on the cheek, “thank you for saving me.” he whispered.