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Twatlight – Jackoff at Dusk (Horny Vampire vs. Hung Wolves)

Erotica

sexy vampire storyWhere a lusty vampire and sex starved werewolves compete for a virgin.

[dropcap2]I[/dropcap2]sabella stood transfixed. The woman in front of her gazed back unstirred; her white bodice synched by a golden-threadbare lattice.

Damp evening air blew Isabella’s hair into an array of golden red fire contrasting sharply against the darkening sky. She tried to move but she could not. Yet she heard splashes of sea water spill across the craggy boulders of the cove below – her view obscured by the flits of the pale female’s windblown gown.

Isabella realized suddenly why she couldn’t see beyond the billows of the nymph’s dress – the woman hovered above ground just off from the cliff’s edge!

“Oh, God,” Isabella whispered, eyes wide.

“Don’t be afraid; I’m here only for you to see,” the female-like apparition said, her voice so soft.

All her life Isabella had heard the stories about the secluded little township called Vulva Cove. Visitors to the town came, she remembered hearing, so seduced by the temperate climate and beautiful coastline, they never left…

Isabella knew otherwise.

“Come!” the floating nymph beckoned. “Come to me…”

The visitors in the sleepy little town of Vulva Cove never left because they were taken; abroached, drained of their resistance – Isabella realized – like she would be…

Isabella felt her curls lift from her shoulders. She too was floating now, held in a trance by the soft, whispering becks from the pale imp, just inches apart from her.

“Come now,” the sexual nymph said, “feel me touching you, feel my caress on your swollen clit.”

The airborne nymph lulled Isabella into warmth she’d never known. The woman’s lips were pale; her body so pale.

“Come for me,” she whispered.

Isabella felt her pussy swell and open. Her tender insides spilt clear nectar.

“Ohhh,” Isabella murmured. She knew she‘d been taken by the succubus.

The nymph raced her fingertips in and out of Isabella’s cunny lips, drawing more and more come from Isabella’s depths.

No one ever left Vulva Cove because they were taken; fucked into oblivion – Isabella thought – her mind drifting beneath her throes of pleasure.

Isabella watched helpless as the succubus’ teeth flared. No one had disappeared from Vulva Cove; they had been seduced – Isabella discovered – seduced and fucked into sexual submission and indentured dominion by: the Twatlight.

* * *

“Where is she, Hesther?” Jackoff growled.

Jackoff stood in the dark enclave secluded from the stretches of town. Briefly, he looked at the sky. Night was approaching a little too quickly for his liking – and if he didn’t find his sacrifice soon, his brethren would see to it that he is the one exchanged in lieu of the women his kind so eagerly craved – the Twatlight.

The ageless Wiccan that Jackoff had called by name emerged from a rose-threaded thicket.

“Summoned, by a lupine? Don’t make me laugh,” the earth-witch mocked.

Jackoff rushed at the woman; willow or witch, he would have the answer he needed so desperately.

“Off thee,” the Wiccan screeched.

Jackoff felt his insides clench and his body repel backward onto the mossy, wet timber on top of the ground.

“That hurt,” Jackoff grimaced silently.

“You think you can breach me?” the witch challenged.

He needed an answer: he had to find the girl before his wolf tribe did, or she would be lost to him forever.

Jackoff tried to stand. He couldn’t.

“Please,” Jackoff whispered to the Wiccan, “rebuke me in every way, but help me!” he begged her.

Walking with a stick held high and ready to strike, the earth-witch stopped.

“The lost girl,” she said aloud.

Jackoff nodded.

“To find the lost girl, there is a price,” the witch said.

“Name your price, only help me. Help me to save the girl, and my tribe,” Jackoff pleaded.

“Return to the glen at dusk,” the ageless woman said. “Bring five of your ilks, the strongest.”

The woman called Hesther turned back. When she faced Jackoff, she held five pieces of tether.

“Fashion five necklaces made of gold,” Hesther said, “do not return until you have five of your kind and five necklaces,” she bellowed.

She touched a palm to Jackoff’s temple.

“Heed my warning,” the witch said, “if you do not return at dusk again, I will offer you to the Light: the Twatlight.”

Hesther disappeared into the rose thicket.

Jackoff stammered: “No-!”

***

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“You must come,” the nymph whispered gently.

“I can’t come anymore,” Isabella whimpered, spent. “I’ve come so much! I can’t feel my fingers or my clitoris...”

“You must! Come for us, one of the coven,” the succubus said.

Isabella laid on a soft bed of white lilies soaked from her come. Nude and quivering, she realized she was at a clearing off the cliff at the bottom of the cove.

“Is she ready?” a throaty masculine voice said.

An older succubus emerged from behind the young nymph. Ravishing in appearance, the beautifully intense woman breezed through the air to stand beside the man.

“Tomorrow when the moon sets, the mortal will cease from this coil,” the older nymph said.

The man, so pale he looked luminescent, breathed deeply. Isabella watched the very tall man near to her. He ran his lips from her cheek to her bare toes, stopping only once to inhale at her moist, exposed, and puffy cunt. The man Isabella heard called Edwald stood; his skin flushed and tinted like fine china. He exhaled with deliberate control. Isabella recoiled inside when she saw the tone in his skin drain to pale once again. He whispered.

“She’s unknown to man,” he said to the sage woman.

“And in two passages of moon-tide her essence will be eschewed from her pussy,” the older nymph added. “When she is freed of her eternal nectar, her second essence will ready anew for you and your…” the succubus sage looked at the tall man with derision “…seminal and venial fornications.”

The older, beautiful succubus stretched a hand to Isabella. A finger inched inside her wet, dripping labia. Isabella moaned, squirting fresh arcs of her preciously sweet and innocent come.

“You and your kind are masochistic above pure nymphomania,” Edwald said to the sage while he smiled.

“Ohh, I’m coming; oh, oh, please, don’t make me come,” Isabella begged, “Oh!

Precious pussy juice ran from her sweet and well finger-fucked girl cunt.

“Eternal nymphomania opposed to the ‘pleasure-drunk’ undead,” the older succubus taunted Edwald.

Isabella’s breasts ached, aroused fully at the areola. She panted quietly, coming again uncontrollably, nearing the precipice of mortal and the eternal.

Edwald’s tongue flicked over his lip.

***

The redwoods at the fringe of town surrounded Vulva Cove into a nearly impenetrable fortress. The Quilaterra tribe settled there and their ancestors made oath to protect any human or near human in the fray. Jackoff, the newest member in the Quilaterra fold only wished he had known the Quilaterras as they really were before he went through the changing.

Jackoff ran through the forest, bounding through the 50 foot-high redwoods, his feet barely touching the trees. His teeth bared, he announced his arrival to the tribe home with a snarl.

Twelve others like himself ran to the entrance to the tree enclave. High above the town, tucked beneath pine needles, branches, and brush, Jackoff faced the pack of flesh-mongrels, the Wolven. Ready to fight, the wolf nearest to him growled fiercely. Jackoff mimicked the bravado. Suddenly the wolf stood from all fours. The fur across his body diminished, revealing a fit and very muscled young man.

“You’re late,” the werewolf said to him.

Jackoff raised his front legs to stand on his hind ones. His hairy body changed to smooth. Practically identical in appearance to the tribe, Jackoff was the one addition different from the rest. All 6’4”, dark-haired and lean, Jackoff was blond and he oft felt like an outsider, though he was never made to feel like one by anyone from the pack.

After any awkwardness passed, the Wolven changed to mortal and returned to where they were seated for dinner. After the usual welcomes and back-patting greetings, the werewolf leader apprised Jackoff.

Jackoff skipped the familiarities

“Quilbus, we have to talk,” Jackoff said, intense.

“We know you need ‘the five’ Jackoff,” Quilbus said quickly. “Being part of a close-knit tribe affords the benefit of forethought,” Quilbus finished, taking a sip of goat’s milk. “It’s one of the perks remember?” he teased Jackoff.

Jackoff was very well aware. Becoming a werewolf meant having a mind-connection with every member of the tribe. Each could connect with the others’ thoughts effortlessly.

Quilbus recognized Jackoff’s furred brow. “Hey,” he said slapping Jackoff on the shoulder, “tomorrow will come soon enough. Today’s worry is enough. Come on, reconstitute, bro.”

Jackoff knew he was right. By this time tomorrow, the destiny of Vulva Cove would unfold on its own.

***

Quilbus, Jackoff, and three more of the Quilaterra tribe entered the forest clearing. Each held a gold doubloon attached to a tether.

“Are you sure you’re ready to do the ritual?” the Wiccan Hesther said, emotionless.

The five stepped into the center of the clearing. The sun was setting and dusk was fast approaching.

“Yes,” the five werewolves answered in unison.

“Wait,” Jackoff said to the earth witch.

“Jackoff no,” Quilbus warned.

The earth witch looked at Quilbus. She then gazed over Jackoff. She too walked to the center of the clearing.

“You are not ready,” she told Jackoff.

“No,” Quilbus cautioned Jackoff.

Jackoff faced the witch. “Will the girl be okay?” he asked her, “Dammit, I need to know!”

The witch gazed at each of the gold-bound strings. “If you do this, there will be no going back,” the woman said the quintet.

The five Wolven nodded.

The Wiccan woman neared Jackoff. “If YOU do this, there will be NO going back,” she whispered to him.

Jackoff nodded his assent.

“Good,” the witch said.

“To complete the changing, a price must be paid.” the witch told the five Wolven, “Do you abide? If yes, enter the circle!”

Suddenly, a rage of fire spit from the ground.

The fire crawled across the surface of the forest floor, quelled at the easternmost point.

Quilbus looked at his other four brethren. He walked to the middle of the circle; his eyes had turned the color of mercury.

One by one, each of the Wolven entered the circle. The fire rose higher with each wolf’s bound acceptance.

Finally, it was Jackoff’s turn.

Jackoff entered the circle. The fire circle enclosed the six instantly.

“Now,” the Wiccan woman said, “the price!”

***

The tide at the bottom of the cove swelled.

“Oh, fuck,” Edwald shuddered.

The draining of the sweet and beautiful Isabella’s pussy was driving her to the edge of passing, and it was steering Edwald nearer to an ungodly rebirthing.

Isabella whimpered. The succubus touched her pale, writhing body in every place, pushing her higher and higher into the wisps of complete sexual dominion.

“I’m coming!” Isabella screamed.

Edwald groaned ecstatic witnessing the hedonistic seduction.

“Come,” the nymphs beckoned Isabella. “Become one, COME!”

***

The Wiccan sage released the clasp of her draped cloak. It clumped at her feet. She was entirely naked.

The wolf pack of five, clad only in jeans, removed their clothing. Each was hung like a moose; their balls filled with the strength of their male essence.

Slowly, the earth witch lowered to the ground. She knelt into a doggy position.

“Now, one at a time,” she said, “insert yourselves inside me. One mortal at a time.”

The witch addressed the oldest of the pack: “Quickly!”

The eldest of the five men, Slam, stepped up behind the earth witch. He marveled at her still young and supple body. Young from the use of magic, he mused.

The Wiccan woman peered at Slam over her shoulder. “Hurry!” she urged him.

Slam Quilaterra-Stark, the eldest of the tribe, eased his exceptionally long shaft into the woman.

The woman gasped at the fullness she felt from Slam’s vaginal invasion.

Slam thrust into the older woman deftly.

“Now, faster!” the woman said to Slam gruffly.

The eldest tribe member picked up his fucking pace. He fucked into her relentlessly driving his long, dormant wolf cock in out of her very tight and still very fresh Wiccan pussy.

“The rest of you, free your cocks,” she told the pack, “jerk your penises! Quickly!”

Slam pounded into the Wiccan woman’s cunt. Drops of her pussy come fell to the forest floor.

The moon began to rise in the East.

Slam howled thrusting his swollen member deeply into the witch. He began to change.

Jackoff stared held in suspense by the feeling of excitement he felt from the ritual. His brethren jacked their cocks standing above the witch. Then he saw his tribe brother Slam snarl and scream.

Jackoff watched his tribe brother transform. His eldest brother winced then howled. His back arched. Slam’s feet splayed claws: His normally human tongue lengthened; his teeth sharpened to venomous strength.

Slam grabbed the earth witch with his werewolf claws. The woman balked from his caress.

“Another one,” she commanded Slam, “get off! Have the next eldest take your place!”

Jackoff watched as Quilbus, the Quilaterra tribe leader moved in back of the woman. Quilbus stuck his abnormally large cock into the witch’s dripping pussy.

“Awwww, shit,” Quilbus said, “you’re so… wet!”

Jackoff leered, near stupefied at what he beheld – his best friend and confidant, Quilbus fucking the ageless woman until her cunt leaked like an uncapped water main. Jackoff watched amazed as the witch’s pussy juices fell to the forest ground then lifted up into the air around them.

“I’m coming!” Quilbus yelled. “Fuccccck!

Quilbus’s back tore in twain. He barked viciously as he fucked his young come into the witch. His toes dug into the soft ground; his feet transformed into raised hindquarters. He was now completely werewolf.

“Fuck her!” the other two Quilaterra men chimed, pounding their hard thick dicks for all they were worth.

The two Quilaterra brethren lifted in height. Their chests splayed apart; their shoulders and throats sprouted hair: they were werewolves.

“You!” the witch bellowed at Jackoff. “The price! Come!” she yelled.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

Suddenly Slam howled; it was an unearthly howl the denizens of Vulva Cove surely heard from miles away. Quilbus howled in succession.

The two Quilaterra werewolves spit wolf come from their burgeoning dicks; their mortal wolf semen splashed into the air and remained, floating among the droplets of the witch’s pussy come.

“Come your fuckload… come!” the entire forest seemed to scream into Jackoff’s mind.

Jackoff’s body began to shudder. The gold metals tied around each of their necks broke from their tethers. They aligned in the air forming a fiery pentagram.

The witch spoke Gaelic from the old world.

Jackoff felt his body lift from the ground.

He couldn’t understand the Wiccan’s incantations, yet he knew he was leaving his earthly body. Jackoff felt his head begin to swim.

Fuck, he thought. What is happening?”

***

Isabella knew she was fading.

She looked at the man, tall and menacing, enthralled seeing her orgasmic tortures. He was jacking his very pale cock, his tongue awash with saliva.

“Oh God,” she realized suddenly, her essences were being drawn by the succubus for – him!

Isabella realized she was the sacrifice… but why?

The tall, pale man approached her.

Edwald pushed the young nymph and the older nymph aside. He bent to Isabella and stared into her soul. Then he bared sharp, pointed fangs: he was a vampire!

“You will become one of the ever-eternal, sweet, beautiful Isabella” Edwald smiled, “You will pass through the Light and become one… of the Twatlight!”

Isabella knew what had happened to all the other missing women who’d come to Vulva Cove.

They had been taken by the succubus – used for the nymphomaniacs every whim; until they departed this mortal coil and became part of life’s ether. If they survived the nymphs sexual pleasuring, they were brought into the Twatlight – part succubus, part vampire. Only she recognized from within what pieces were left of her soul: Isabella had remained pure.

“She is ready,” the elder nymph said.

Edwald grasped his penis strongly then he began to pump it furiously. Isabella knew he was going to have her receive his seminal fluids. Edwald meant to change her into a vampire.

“Come! Come in her pussy!” the entire clearing, air, and sea seemed to speak to Isabella at the same moment.

Isabella felt her body lift from the clearing.

“What?” Edwald said startled.

Isabella began to float in mid-air. Lightning streaked across the sky and her body felt free, freed from the wonderfully exquisite and painfully beautiful pussy raping she’d received.

“No,” the elder nymph screamed, “it cannot be!

“What is happening?” Edwald demanded of the succubus, ready to come his vampire essence into the girl.

A spear of bright white light flashed across the sky.

***

“Yes,” the earth witch said, “Yes, yes!”

“Oh God,” Jackoff yelled, almost completely changed to werewolf, “I’m fucking coming!”

The witch screamed an otherworldly rant, then she came voraciously.

A bright flash of purple light scorched the skies; then it flashed bright white.

Quilbus had turned human again. The come he had flooded into the earth-witch’s pussy was no longer spilling out from her opened, sloppy cunt. It was spilling from the depths of another woman’s cuntlips, a beautiful girl that looked like, like…

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come!” Quilbus screamed.

Jackoff had drifted back to the ground. The earth witch who had taken him into her mouth had changed: it was not she. It was.. Isabella, his half-sister!

“Isabella?! Oh shit, I’m coming!”

Jackoff tried not to, but the power of the ritual had him overwrought.

Isabella recognized the clearing where she was. She felt the spurts of Quilbus’s scalding-hot and very male jism flooding her little twat. She wondered fleetingly should she feel recrimination about the wild sexual acts she’d partook: she felt only freedom.

She looked into her half-sibling’s tortured eyes and engulfed his prick. Jackoff bucked and thrashed as he emptied his now fully human seed into his sister’s wanting, willing mouth.

“Oh God,” Jackoff said, “Isabella, I’m so..

“Huge?” Isabella said without hesitation.

Quilbus fell to ground beside them. Slam, Marc and Richard had fallen into a fuck-drenched sleep.

Isabella looked over at Quilbus.

You fuck very nice,” she told him.

Quilbus, realizing they’d saved Jackoff’s sister who had been amiss for so long, and that he’d just fucked her, did the most surprising thing ever – he blushed.

Laughing, the three lolled to their backs and stared up at the moonlit and starry sky.

“You realize, I’m probably a witch now,” Isabella finally said.

“Yeah, and you’re also prolly now part werewolf too,” Quilbus chimed in.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Jackoff said, “that would make us the most powerful Wolven tribe in the Northeast!”

“Maybe even the world,” Quilbus cajoled.

“There’s just one problem,” Jackoff said.

“Yeah, and a potentially major one,” his sister Isabella recounted.

“What the fuck are you two going on about,” Quilbus razzed, “Is this some kind of brother-sister psychic thing dif from the werewolves?” he teased.

“I was part of it,” Isabella said, “I was taken. They had me and for a brief moment, I was part of the Light,” Isabella reminisced.

“The nymphs?” Quilbus asked, “You mean the succubus?” he finished.

“There was a vampire. He took the essence from me. And gave me, although it was only precome, his own essence,” Isabella said.

“So he’ll be coming after you,” Jackoff finished Isabella’s thought.

“He’ll be coming for all of us,” Quilbus admonished.

The three fell silent.

“I think I liked things better when we were all fucking,” Quilbus said nonchalantly. He rolled over to his side and wriggled his eyebrows at Isabella then at Jackoff.

“You horny fuck,” Jackoff grimaced.

Isabella smiled: “What do you say, Jackoff? Want to give Quilbus a try.?”

“What? Don’t be nuts,” Jackoff said.

Jackoff remembered the only time his sis used that nickname was when she wanted something. 

“The three of us?” Jackoff asked them both.

“It’s not like he can’t read our thoughts anyway,” Isabella said, “Most, of them, anyway.”

Isabella looked over at Quilbus. His cock was massively hard.

“Which of you wants this bad boy first?” Quilbus challenged.

“We have our town to save you know,” Jackoff reminded.

“Later,” Isabella and Quilbus said in unison.

Jackoff sighed. He’d heard the thoughts of his half-sister and his best friend and leader.

“You both really want to do that… I mean, to me..?”

Quilbus and Isabella looked at each other. Then they nodded and grinned at Jackoff impishly.

“All right,” Jackoff rolled his eyes.

The night of passionate lovemaking began, before the third moon rose the next night.

It was then he would come, and bring all the forces of sex and wickedness in tow.

***

“You!” Edwald said, highly pissed.

“Yes, me,” the former witch, now half mortal, half succubus, said to the vampire.

“I am now part of the Light. And I am the one immortal who can prevent you from stealing more innocents into the coven,” the woman said.

“Unless…?” Edwald asked.

Edwald knew the answer expected from him. He had made Isabella part of a world she did not yet comprehend. She didn’t know she was now part of pure power.

Isabella had begun her and her tribe’s journey into sexual abandon: a journey into the Twatlight.

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