This was originally posted up on my WattPad but since they've made that deal with CBC, I'm removing all of my fic from the website (even if it's highly unlikely that they'll steal my queer, kinky monster smut but y'know, can't be too careful!)
CW: Blood, gore, potential noncon, dubcon
Music beats in the air, the press of mortal flesh against Roux's body makes her shiver and shudder. The smell of their blood is all around her, she can practically see it pumping through their bodies as they dance. The sweat drips down their forms, the lights flashing, the music thrumming. Their heartbeats are loud in her ears, their breath hot and wet on her skin. She prowls through the crowd, practically becoming liquid as she slips between dancers, looking for whatever will appeal to her palate that night.
Before she can tell what's happening, everything changes. Pain flashes through her, she feels a pull in her veins, blood -- her blood -- splashes onto the floor of the club. There's a hole in her side that hadn't been there before and it hurts. She snarls and whirls around, looking for the cocky bastard who was stupid enough to attack her like this.
Roux sees four men who don't look like they're there to dance. They're dressed in black leather -- not uncommon for this particular club -- but the weapons in their hands and the hate in their eyes gives them away. She can feel the rage rising off them in waves. Fucking hunters. Young, dumb and inexperienced ones, too. Not that there were hunters that weren't dumb, but not all of them were dumb enough to attack a vampire in a crowded club where she'd have access to distractions or collateral damage.
She doesn't know how they spotted her -- she's sure she was being careful. Not careful enough, apparently. Mistakes are dangerous for humans but they're deadly for vampires. Roux knows this, she swears she won't make another. She's wrong, but she doesn't know that yet.
Four hunters, no matter how stupid, isn't something she wants to tangle with. She grabs a nearby mortal, causing them to cry out in fear and throws them into the path of the hunters before she starts to running herself. Several more people cry out, they stagger and fall.
She'd been like liquid before, but now she's a raging river. She flows through the mortal crowd, knocking some of them out of her way without care or remorse. Screams erupt in the club, humans begin to scatter. The hunters follow, they rip through the crowd, they don't seem to care about anything other than their prey. Roux sees only one of them now -- where the other three have gone, she doesn't know. She doesn't care, she wants out.
She runs for the fire exit, caught in a wave of humans doing the same. The alarm is going off, drowning out the music. Roux is certain now that they'll lose her but the night is ruined -- at least in this club, at least in this dress. She growls, looking at the tear in the deep burgundy fabric that's draped over her ample frame.
Her footsteps echo in the alley once she escapes from the press of the crowd. The others who went through the door run for the main road. Roux slips into the alleys, not quite running and not quite walking. She hears the click-clack click-clack of her stacked heels on the pavement as she goes...Fucking hunters...
She curses them but she knows she was lucky tonight. They attacked her in the club, her Haven was safe still (for now, moving might be a smart choice). They hadn't come upon her in her sleep where she was helpless, easy prey. She shudders, thinking about what might have happened then… It's dark, there are lights from the windows overhead but little else. These back alleys would likely be avoided by most humans. She felt mostly safe, beginning to calm down.
Roux leans against the cool brick wall of a nearby building to rest and recover for a moment. She heals the wound in her side but the hunger that had before been nothing more than a whisper becomes an urgent demand.
“Fucking hunters!” She hisses.
“Oh, careful, bitch. You'll hurt my feelings.”
Roux feels every muscle in her body tense. A blade presses to her throat, something hard and sharp presses into her upper back… something else hard presses into her lower back. She hopes it's not what she thinks it is but… she can hear his heart, she can feel the lust and hatred combine into something horrifying.
“It's easier to do your kind from the front…” a voice snarls in her ear “But I'm sure if I jam it in hard enough from behind I can still hit your heart, monster ”
Terror. Fuck fuck fuck! Another mistake. She hadn't been paying attention -- distracted by pain and irritation. A single hunter should be no problem but… the feelings that rise off of him are making her sick. Roux is no stranger to the combination of sex and violence, no vampire is but...
“HEY, AIDAN, DID YOU FIND THE BITCH?”
A voice calls out from further back in the alley. Oh God, there's one of the others.
In a sudden panic, Roux tries to pull away but the blade bites into her flesh, pain surges, she feels suddenly faint. Blood trickles down from the new wound in her throat.
“Hey now, don't decapitate yourself, I want to be able to see your pretty face when I do. YEAH, GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME, BRAD!”
Roux tries desperately to think of what to do. She's suddenly afraid that they intend to drive more than a stake into her and to do more than simply kill her. She can't get her mind and body to cooperate with one another.
She feels him spin her around and slam her into the wall. She feels him press against her. Roux tries not to gag.
“Y'know, it's funny…” the hunter mutters, running the blade down the side of her face. “The first time I killed one of you, it was terrifying. But now?” The steel slices the pale, tender flesh of her cheek and she cries out in pain.
“Please…” she begs. Roux never begs, Roux has always just ripped the hunters to shreds but… “if you're going to kill me, just kill me.”
“But where's the fun in that?” The other hunter -- Brad -- is standing behind his friend now. Roux feels the same sickening mix of lust and rage from him. “I mean, look at you -- your tits are literally falling out of that top, your throat is exposed. You're practically begging for it. Dancing in that club, you wanted to get nailed. And you will be. Then we'll stake and behead you. One less monster out there on the streets, preying on vulnerable humans.”
She gags, she can't help it. The feeling she gets from them both is too much to bear. The cut on the side of her face throbs and then burns when tears mingle with the blood.
“That's right…” Aidan croons. Roux feels the stake, hard and cold, nestled between her tits -- its tip digs into her breastbone. “Cry for me.”
She closes her eyes. She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of her tears but they continue to stream down her cheeks. Oh please, God… she thinks, let him stake me before he does anything else!
Blood. Oh God, so much blood. She hears a scream, she hears flesh ripping. The scream cuts off into a wet, choking gurgle and something hits the ground.
Aidan releases her, turning around. “What the fuck!?” He screams.
Roux doesn't open her eyes. Her knees give out and she falls onto her ass on the pavement.
Blood. So much fucking blood. She feels it, hot and wet as it splashes onto her face. She smells it, thick and coppery. She can practically see it through her closed eyelids. Roux moans, the beast inside of her screams. Blood, blood, blood. She licks her lips, opening her eyes.
The hunters are dead. They're a little more than dead, actually. They've been shredded. Brad's head is lying ten feet away from his body. Aidan is little more than chipped human. A man is standing there, covered in their blood, breathing heavily.
“Fucking frat boys.” He snarls. His eyes are a brilliant honey-gold. He smells feral and wild. He smells like a wolf. She feels the animal inside of him. Roux knows right away what he is and this is worse. No one wants to run into the Big Bad Wolf.
He runs his fingers through his hair with an expression of distaste on his face before holding a hand out to her.
She does not take it. Roux scrambles to her feet all on her own. Fuck fuck fuck! Hunters were bad but at least they were mortal and easy to kill. A Werewolf, on the other hand? She's going to die. She's absolutely going to die. Worse, all the blood on the air is driving her wild with need.
Fuck, she wants to fall to the ground and lap it up off the street. She smells the wolf's blood running through his veins and she wants it. She wants to taste it, hot and sweet on her tongue. She doesn't even know if she can feed from him safely -- of course she can't! He's a fucking werewolf! They're mortal fucking enemies! Most vampires who met them didn't see another night!
“Relax there, little red.” He says with a chuckle, eyeing her ginger hair and red dress. “you look like you're about to pass out from fear…” He quirks an eyebrow. “You okay?”
“I'm sorry!” The words fly out of her mouth before she can stop them. “I didn't know I was in your territory, I'll leave, I won't hunt here again! I promise!” she's pressed as far back against the wall as she can be. “Please, don't hurt me.”
The wolf cocks his head to the side. “...if I wanted you dead, vampire, I could have just let the hunters kill you.”
She narrows her eyes. “Then what do you want? Why...why did you save me?” Roux doesn't trust this -- doesn't trust him. Even if he smells and looks amazing. Even if she finds that her mind is suddenly running wild with lewd fantasies.
“I saw them attack you in the club and decided I hated frat boy hunters more than i hate blood-suckers.”
She's staring at his hand -- at the blood that drips from his fingers, coating him up to the elbow. She stares at the splatter pattern across his body. “Th-thank you…” she says softly…oh fuck there's so much blood. Now that the terror is fading, so is her clarity. All that exists now is the blood and her Beast's desperate, aching need for it.
Roux has no idea what she's doing when her fingers close around his hand and she brings it to her lips. She slips one of his fingers into her mouth, groaning when the taste hits her tongue. She licks off every last drop of blood before moving to the next.
“Please…”
“Please what?” He doesn't pull his hand away, he doesn't even look confused. In fact, he looks almost...amused.
“You smell so good…” she's still licking the blood off his hand. He feels warm, warmer than a human would be. His skin is almost hot. Arousal thrums through her suddenly. The hunters weren't wrong, she had wanted to get nailed that night.
Her mind feels so fuzzy, lust and bloodlust mingling in such an intense way that Roux can't even decide what she wants more -- his blood or his cock. She doesn't understand why she feels this way, she doesn't understand what it is about the werewolf that's making her throat ache and her cunt burn. She's never wanted anyone this badly before. She's never wanted blood like this -- at least not since her first night.
“...please, let me taste you?” She moans. Her whole body is aching, she wants him inside her and she doesn't care how or where.
He takes a step back, eyeing her cautiously. “Taste what of me, exactly?”
“Not your blood -- unless you want me to” Roux chuckles. She closes the distance between them in a flash and presses her hand against him, gently palming his cock through the fabric of his jeans. Power flows through her, she wants to see if she can make him want her the way she can make humans want her… She hears him make a soft, pleasured noise.
Roux doesn't wait for an answer, she kisses him. There's still blood on his lips from killing the hunters, she moans. Fuck. He breaks the kiss suddenly and pushes her roughly against the wall.
“No biting.” He snarls before his teeth suddenly sink into the flesh of her throat. Roux cries out, not sure if it's in pain or in pleasure. She feels him stir beneath her palm and the ache between her thighs intensifies. “Got it?” His voice is a low growl in her ear.
His hand creeps under her skirt, his fingers stroke her through the thoroughly soaked fabric of her thong. Roux stiffens and shudders, moaning loudly.
“Yes! I promise, n-no biting, just...fuck…” her words trail off into a groan as he pulls the panties aside and a finger traces her slit. A single digit slowly slips inside as if testing the waters. Pleasure surges through her, her eyes close. He has two fingers inside her now.
“Are all vampires such big sluts?” He says. She can't tell if he's trying to tease her or attack her with words...and she doesn't care. “Here you are, soaking wet before I had even touched you…”
Roux moans as he slowly, purposefully pushes his fingers into her. It feels torturously slow -- she wants hard and fast. She wants more than two fingers. “More!”
“More?” He laughs before kissing her again. She still tastes copper on his lips. She feels a third finger join the first two as the wolf picks up speed. He's pressed hard against her and hard pressed against her. When he breaks the kiss, he withdraws from her entirely.
Roux is panting, barely able to stand or form coherent sounds. “Don't... stop, please!” She whine. Everything that happened earlier has faded from her mind.
“Patience,” The wolf chides. He lifts her with ease, carrying her to a pile of crates not far from them and drops her onto them.
The wood feels cold on her nearly bare ass. She shivers. He places both hands on her knees and spreads her thighs, inhaling deeply the scent of her arousal. She can smell it too and it's suddenly intoxicating.
A lust-drunk giggle leaves Roux's lips as she leans against the wall, wiggling just a bit. “Oh no, mister wolf…” she teases “are we going to reenact the story-EEEE”
She screams as he does just that. Her panties are torn away, and his mouth is on her. Roux's fingers tangle themselves in his blood-soaked hair as the wolf begins to devour her.
His tongue finds and hits every spot with ease. Every lap draws cries of pleasure from her lips, every stroke of his tongue sends another jolt through her body. Her legs are shaking, her hips twitch and jerk. Any second now…
“OH FUUUUUUUUCK!” Roux screams when her orgasm hits. She cums hard, her hips bucking and her cunt gushing into his mouth.
He doesn't let up, if anything her orgasm spurs him to be harder and rougher with her. The wolf sucks hard on her clit, nibbles her fleshy pink lips, drives his tongue into her hole, teasing her inner walls with its presence.
“Oh holy fuck!!!” She screams again. Roux’s world narrows to the feral tongue-fucking that she's receiving. Nothing exists but the wolf's tongue delving into her, nothing exists but the building pleasure. Oh God, fuck, she's already at that threshold again and…
He stops again. Withdrawing from her entirely, not even touching her now. She sits panting on the crates, her body trembling, pussy burning with need that not even the cold night air seems able to quell. Roux squirms, her hand drifting so she can play with herself and alleviate the need he's left her with.
“Don't you dare.” His voice is harsh, commanding. “The first one was free, now I want you to beg for it.”
She lets out a long, low whine of frustration Roux doesn't want to beg -- she wants him to keep going! “Uuuughh please?” She bats her eyelashes at him, spreading her legs further.
“You call that begging? Well, I guess you don't really want it, do you?”
He turns away.
“Wait! No! Please, oh God don't go.” Roux feels a stab of panic. He can't leave her like this -- aching, wet and needy. “Please…”
He leans against the opposite wall, surveying her almost coldly. The outline of his erection is clear as day through his jeans but he seems to be in far better control of that beast than Roux.
“Please what?”
“Please, Mr. Wolf, please make me cum. I don't care how -- eat me, fuck my cunt, wreck my ass, shove your cock down my throat -- just please, don't leave me here like this.” Fuck, she's unbearably hot, begging like this. “I need you, please. I don't know if I can make it through the night without you. W-without your cock inside me. I want to feel you pound me until I can't take anymore and keep going...I want you to make me your bitch. I want to pass out on your dick and come to with you ramming me into the wall.”
He's against her again, his heat enough to nearly burn. She shivers,oh God yes.
“I already ate you like the story says...” He growls. “And you said you wanted to be filled.”
Roux finds herself on her stomach suddenly, bent over the crates with her ass in the air. His hand gently caresses the creamy flesh and then comes down with a hard smack.
“Tell me, little girl” he continues with a dark, throaty chuckle. “Do you really want to be my bitch?”
Roux moans. Her head is turned sideways, his hand pressing her face onto the crates. His other hand palms her burning sex. One, two, three fingers slip into her dripping slit with ease. She presses her ass backward, thrusting into the motion.
“Y-yes.”
As soon as she answers, a fourth finger joins the first three and she screams. The hand that was holding her face down grips her hip hard, holding her in place as the wolf's fist plunges into her.
“Good girl.” He snarls.
Roux cries out, lost in the sensation of his fist ramming into her again and again. Her walls stretch around him...fantasies begin fluttering through her mind. She thinks about the stories, she thinks about him slamming his cock into her while transformed -- his claws sinking into her tender flesh, the feeling of his fur against her as he pounds her pussy into submission. Roux cums again to the sound of her cunt squelching as the wolf fists her. She imagines the massive knot that must be at the base of his lupine cock in that bestial form breaking through all resistance and becoming utterly sheathed within her. She feels her inner walls squeeze around him, she gushes and lights pop before her eyes.
“YES! YES! OH FUCK THAT'S IT, KNOT MY TIGHT LITTLE CUNT! WRECK ME FOR ANYONE ELSE WITH YOUR BIG BAD WOLF DICK!”
If she wasn't so drunk with lust and full of need, Roux might have been embarrassed. The wolf laughs. “Is that what you want? I thought vampires were supposed to be sophisticated...but you want to be knotted, bent over a pile of crates by a wolf you've never met, in a back alley, covered in blood?”
“YES!!!” She thrusts back into his fist with all the strength she can muster, wanting to feel more of him inside her. “Please! Please make me your little bitch, Mister Wolf!!!”
She whines as he pulls out, the sudden emptiness is painful. Roux rocks her hips back, looking over her shoulder at him with a pleading expression and lust-clouded eyes. She's aching, she wants him in her again, damn it!
“Since you asked so nicely…” his voice trails off into a beastial snarl. Were his teeth this sharp before? Did the light glint off his eyes that way a moment ago?
Roux can't take her eyes off him. She watches him change shape. Swelling muscles rip through skin, bones snap, break and reform. She can't tell if it's fear or fascination that keeps her watching as the wolf seems to literally tear its way out of what had been a mostly human man. Teeth clatter onto the pavement as his face lengthens into a wolfish snout. Bloody scraps of skin splatter onto the ground as thick, chocolate-brown fur bursts out, covering his body. He'd been tall before but now he towers over Roux in a way that really does make her feel like Little Red Riding Hood facing down the Big Bad Wolf. His heavily furred pointed ears are perked, she hears him sniff the air.
Roux hadn't know a wolf could smile but this one does. A deep, primal fear suddenly fills her. She is a vampire. He is a werewolf. The dark claws at the end of his hands are sharp and could easily rip out her heart. The gleaming white fangs that fill his mouth could tear her throat out, take off her head without even trying…
She's on her back now, she didn't even remember rolling over. Her hands flutter to cover her mouth. Why the fuck is this turning her on? He could kill her, he could rend her limb from limb and somehow, that thought practically turns her into a quivering puddle of need for him.
Roux shivers when those heavy claws rest on her knees as the wolf leans over her. His voice is a throaty growl that makes her squirm. “I thought you wanted to be my bitch?”
Roux smells his blood thrumming through his veins, smells the feral musk that clings to him and the pheromones that come with it -- and she can feel his lust wash over her.
She doesn't even need to see the twitching, throbbing knotted cock between his legs to know he wants to fuck her. But oh God does she see it. Every vein, every glistening crimson inch. Her gaze crawls over his erection, taking in every detail… From pointed tip to knotted base, he easily dwarfs the length of any man she's been with before.
“Oh fuck me…” she says. Roux realizes now that he doesn't even need to use his claws to rip her apart -- there's no fucking way all of that is going to fit inside her.
The wolf nips at her ear. “That's what I plan on doing, Red.”
His clawed hands grip her knees, wrenching her thighs apart. She cries out as he spreads her so wide that the muscles strain to hold the position.
“I can't!” She whispers. “It's ...you're too big!”
She can't tell if the sound in her ear is a growl or a chuckle. “What do you think the fisting was for?” His tongue drags up the side of her face. “Now, be a good little girl and guide me. I don't want to hurt you.”
Roux whimpers. Even after being reminded that she'd indeed been stretched, she doubts that he'll fit. Her fingers wrap around his throbbing dick as she guides his tip to her entrance. He's so fucking warm and smells so good. She knows the throbbing matches his heartbeat -- that the twitch beneath her fingers is the rush of blood to keep that massive thing hard.
“Ready?”
She shakes her head. “No, but do it anyway.”
Sweet, sheering agony and pleasure mingle. The head of the wolf's cock splits Roux's lower lips and she lets out a strangled cry when he thrusts into her the first time. She feels the walls of her cunt struggle to stretch and make room. Already, she feels like she's going to break -- oh fuck, she's never been this fucking full before. She nearly passes out when she glances down and sees he's not even fully inside her. He's barely even halfway.
“Oh fuck, that's it…” she hears him growl. His hips slam forward and all the air is knocked out of her lungs as he drives his cock deeper inside her. “Take it all like the good little bitch. you. are.”
Another thrust and she swears it's not possible for him to get any deeper. Another thrust proves her wrong about that. The pain is starting to ebb away as her body begins to adjust to the size of the cock inside her . Another thrust and oh God oh fuck oh fuck!!! Oh God he's so big, he's so deep she can swear she tastes him.
Roux sees stars by the time his knot rests against her clit and lower lips. Even with her soft, pudgy belly she can see his tip stretching her out from the inside. He pulls back slowly, claws digging into the flesh of her thighs. She groans, the sound her cunt makes as he nearly pulls completely out is almost enough to cum again. What the hell is going on? Roux didn't think she could cum this many times in a row. Was it the blood everywhere? Was it the thick scent of wolf pheromones? She didn't know, couldn't know. He hilts himself inside of her again -- this time in a single thrust. Roux's scream bounces off the alley walls and she cums. Hard. The wolf groans as her cunt spasms around him.
“Cum, bitch.” He growls into her ear, punctuating the command with another hip-shattering thrust. Roux can't exactly disobey since she hadn't stopped cumming yet. His knot grinds against her clit and wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashes over her.
“YES! OH FUCK YES!” The sane and rational part of her brain has left the building and Roux only wants -- no, only needs one thing: that fucking knot inside her. It may feel like heaven to have it hit her clit with every thrust but she wants all of him. Her inner beast demands that she take all of him. “KNOT ME! DON'T STOP UNTIL I'M GOOD AND BRED.”
He howls, biting her throat again and Roux can't remember when she's felt more fucking alive. Blood runs down from where his fangs sank into her flesh.
He's picking up rhythm now, seemingly pleased by the fact that her cunt isn't putting up any resistance to taking every last inch. He starts slow and Roux bucks her hips into every thrust. She bites her lower lip, drawing blood. Teeth are on her breast now -- when did it come out of her dress?! She doesn't remember and oh sweet Lord she doesn't fucking care. The wolf's tongue lolls over her nipple, lavishing it with attention before it's caught between his fangs.
The rhythm picks up. Roux barely keeps up. Her pussy still refuses to yield to the battering ram of his knot but with every SMACK of his hips against her she feels the walls weakening. She doesn't know how long it will take to heal this damage but for now, she doesn't care. Faster. His thrusts become more feral, the beat more animalistic with every passing second. Roux is screaming and moaning, her fingers desperately clutching his soft fur and she hangs on for dear life. More, more! She wants more. She doesn't care what happens after this, she just knows she wants all of him inside her.
Every thrust seems to drive her further and further from rational thought. Roux knows she's still in there but both her human and vampire mind are being drowned out by the animal inside her that he's awakened. SMACK. Her eyes roll back. SMACK. Oh God, is she drooling? SMACK. She feels her pussy stretching, the knot nearly breaking through...SQUEEEEEELLLLLLCH.
Her screams reach a pitch normally reserved for murder victims when she feels her cunt give way. It hurts like a bitch but she feels a wave of triumph when the wolf's knot slips inside her at last. Everything is still for a moment; Roux feels nothing but unbearable fullness and a cascade of pleasure like she's never experienced before. The animal inside of her still isn't satisfied but it cries out in triumph. The wolf's cock stays deep inside her, his thrusts more akin to a hard grind now that she's been knotted and he can't pull out without tearing her. She grips his shoulders and thrusts back against him. The rhythm of their movements moves beyond wild and begins to approach frenzy.
“MORE!” Roux screams, unable to stop herself. “H-HARDER! OH GOD! HARDER!”
He heeds her request. Roux feels him nearly pull out, his knot testing her resistance again. She clamps down, keeping him locked within her. He thrusts into her so hard she hears her bones grind and oh God is she grateful to be a vampire right now. She doesn't think a human woman would be able to survive this. She listens to him snarl and growl as he slams into her again and again. He can't seem to keep the rhythm anymore, lost in an animalistic frenzy of his own. He pistons into her, the tip of his cock slamming into her cervix again and again. It hurts but it feels so good.
“That's it!” Roux moans. “Fill me!” She wants to feel him fill her so badly-- she needs it almost as badly as she needs blood. She wants to feel him climax inside of her, her belly bloating with his massive load.
His hips smack into hers. “CUM IN ME!” she screams it to the night, almost commanding him. "BREED ME LIKE THE GOOD LITTLE BITCH I AM!"
Roux is struck with another blinding orgasm when she feels his cock break through the barrier of her cervix, penetrating her womb. He lets out a howl of triumph and Roux's cunt gushes with an explosive torrent of girlcum. She feels him twitch inside her as he reaches his climax -- filling her uterus with his seed.
A long, low moan tears itself from Roux's throat as he just keeps cumming, pumping her full of wolf-cum. She whines softly, feeling the skin of her belly growing taut, straining to stretch and hold his load.
"Oh jesus fuck…" she groans, grinding her hips against him still.
The wolf growls softly, giving one last thrust. "Mmm…. Good….girl…"
Roux has no idea how long they've been locked together by the time his knot finally deflates and his cock slips out of her thoroughly gaped and ruined little cunt.
"Oh my God…" she whimpers. "Th-that was amazing…"
The wolf returns to his more human form, grinning at her. "I'd say…" he looks her up and down, apparently savoring how thoroughly fucked she looks. Her hair is a tangled mess, drool and tears and sweat cover her face. A steady stream of cum dribbles from her pussy and onto the asphalt below. "So, little red…" he says.
"Ready for round two?"
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