Commissioner Reward - A Night for the Mystical and the Mundane (Patreon)

I hope you guys are in the mood for some good old fashioned, Halloween inspired erotica! Unsurprisingly this one has a fantasy bent although it's not quite as over the top as I've gone in the past. Still, it definitely gets a little crazy and I hope y'all enjoy!

At long last All Hallow's Eve had finally arrived. Although the current generation called it something far more insipid and many of the traditions had been lost to time the most appealing part of the celebration had remained the same. It was the perfect night for all manner of otherworldly being sto stalk the mortal realm. Be it for sinister purposes or simply to walk without fear among those beneath them it was a cause for much joy among the denizens of the shadows. Among those partaking in the evening with a malevolent intention was Elinor Baudelaire. She'd spent centuries with the blessing of undeath and every year she celebrated the anniversary of her transformation by selecting a hapless victim to feed upon. It was a tradition she looked forward to all year long and one that had never been interrupted thanks to a keen predatory instinct and a cautiousness that'd kept her alive where many of her contemporaries had perished.

Unlike the rest of her clan she avoided drinking mortal blood as often as possibly. But nobody could mistake this preference for altruism. Rather it was simply a consequence of the changing times. In the digital age being a vampire was quite the challenge and being a vampire that wasn't actively hunted by those seeking to destroy them was harder still. Between cameras, cell phones, and all manner of other recording devices one simply couldn't slink into a dark corner and wait for prey to approach. That lesson had been learned during the last great purge of the vampire clans in the early nineties. After nearly being wiped out in the United States as a result of this culling many had begun to approach their feedings with more caution. Some had even turned to drinking the blood of animals in order to avoid any scrutiny. A good deal of those vampires had even found allies among the mortals as a result. The clan Elinor was pledged to remained one of the last bastions of the 'old ways' and while she was loath to admit it she certainly missed the time when she could walk freely among the mortals and devour them at will.

'Halloween' as the current crop of mortals called it was the perfect time to indulge in that nostalgia. She could dress in the ancient, Gothic attire that'd once adorned her body during her golden years and travel alongside those she would consume without fear. The sight of a tall, imposing woman confidently sauntering down the street in a somber yet strikingly garish dress with skin as pale as snow and fangs revealed between blood red lips wasn't strange at all. In fact it wasn't even unique. She passed by at least a dozen similarly dressed women on her way through the city, although none had her gifts. There was a time when seeing so many mortals pretending to be vampires would've made her furious. Now she saw it as the perfect change to blend in and select her target carefully. She could stand among the flock waiting for a straggler to break away, just for a moment, without her prey having the slightest idea they were being hunted. The thrill of such an experience could be matched only by the pleasure of sinking her teeth into their neck and tasting that fresh, warm blood against her tongue.

It was such an exhilarating though she actually had to suppress a little shiver as she stopped in front of a rather crowded pub. Drunkards were the ideal prey, both because of how easily they could be subdued but also because of how sumptuous it made their blood. It wasn't dissimilar to one adding spices to meat before cooking it. Though in this instance Elinor wasn't so much adding the spice as hoping one she enjoyed had been added for her. But even if they drank nothing but cheap rotgut all night her meal would hardly be spoiled. And with so many inebriated men staggering out of or into the bar every second the odds were in her favor. She watched them for a short while, each new prospective meal being sized up and then dismissed. Many were part of a group or traveling down the detestably well lit main road. Occasionally one would be more isolated or travel into a darkened area perfect for feeding but they never remained long enough for her to slip in and drink them dry. Minutes ticked by in wordless contemplation as she considered using more of her considerable powers to even the odds.

Charming a potential meal was a last resort in much the same way using her inhuman speed and strength. It simply felt too much like a cheat. Akin to using a high powered rifle to hunt a deer. She liked a little bit of challenge to her conquest even if she knew full well there was nothing her prey could truly do once her fangs had sunk in. Yet as time went on and nobody unwittingly presented themselves she began to consider the prospect. If only to satiate herself and perhaps seek a dessert elsewhere in the city. Before she could do more than consider bending her rules a potential meal revealed himself to her. Staggering out of the bar with a giddy smile he stumbled his way into the alley between the buildings. An alley Elinor knew lacked any cameras or other security measures. Her face lit up in a wide smile as she watched him move deep into the shadows. Nobody else followed him and though she could see him clear as day any normal being would find nothing but darkness. Moving as calmly as one could when a year long anticipation was finally about to be satisfied she approached the alley and quietly slipped into the blackness.

After drinking enough to put most men under the table and a good number into the hospital Maxwell Haversham was only slightly above tipsy. For a moment after standing up and leaving his favorite pub it seemed like he might be closer to drunk than not but as soon as he stepped into the seclusion of the alley beside O'Flanagan's he knew that buzz wouldn't last long. Nor would his bladder if he didn't relieve himself. But with the bathrooms full and a line out the door his only choice was to once again mark his territory by pissing up the wall. He'd done it so many times before they might as well have named the alley after him. Unzipping his fly and leaning against the brick with one hand he grabbed his cock with the other and heaved a sigh. His head soon tilted back as he let out groan, smiling at the cloudy sky above as he did so. Truly there was nothing better in the world than winning yet another drinking contest, draining himself in the alleyway, and then going back inside to do it all again. It was how he'd spent every Halloween night for nearly a thousand years.

Doing her best not to acknowledge the cloying smell of urine Elinor crept up behind her victim and waited for him to finish. The moment he started shaking his member she pounced. Forcing his head to the side and clutching his shoulder hard enough to break concrete she swooped in with an eager hiss and her fangs bared. She felt her prey tense against her but it was already too late. Nothing could stop her from drinking every last drop of his blood. Nothing except that pungent, musky aroma wafting off his body. The moment she caught a whiff of that animalistic scent she recoiled. Or more accurately she hesitated and the werewolf she was about to feed on shoved her away. Staggering backwards to collide with the wall behind her hard enough to crack the stone Elinor readied herself for a fight. Although her kind and his were no longer enemies there had never been any love lost between them and he was well within his rights to be angry after she'd attempted to drink his fetid, diseased blood. That didn't mean she had to lay down and accept his rage though. Luckily for her the full moon wasn't for another night and he couldn't transform yet.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He exclaimed in a thick, unexpectedly thick British accent. Maxwell turned towards her similarly ready to brawl and said, “If you wanted to have a go all you had to do was ask love! I could use a good scrap right about now!”

“I have no quarrel with you werewolf.” Elinor replied. Her claws were visibly extended and her fangs remained bared despite her words, “This was simply a misunderstanding!”

“Oh is that right? Well silly me then, I thought you was about to drink my blood!”

“I didn't know you were a werewolf!”

“Well ain't that convenient! I ain't so sure you're telling the truth.”

Despite herself Elinor scoffed at him, “I have no interest in drinking your blood.”

“Oh yeah?”

He rose to his full, towering height and loomed above her but she didn't back down, “Not even remotely. But if you insist on turning this into a row I'll happily meet you blow for blow!”

For a moment his steely eyed glare was the only response her words received and she braced herself for a fight. But just as she was about to lash out in a preemptive strike his posture relaxed, “Calm down love, I ain't gonna attack you! Not unless you give me a reason to!”

“Good. Then I'll be on my way.”

“Ain't you forgetting something?”

“Of course not. We have no further business with one another.”

“Cept that you owe me an apology for tryin to suck me blood! And while I was pissin no less!”

Elinor folded her arms and scowled at him, “I suppose you're correct.”

“And yet somethin tells me I won't be getting an apology Maxwell commented.”

“No you won't. You should have made your presence known. It's only common courtesy.”

“You vampires are a prissy lot.”

“It's why there's still so many of us whereas your kind has nearly gone extinct.”

“From what I hear you lot ain't doing so good yourselves!”

“We're just fine.”

“Yeah that must be why you've taken to sucking necks in alleys eh?”

“This conversation is over.”

She started to move past him but he stepped in front of her and said, “I still haven't heard an apology.”

“Nor will you.” Came the predictable reply. “Now move out of my way.”

“No.”

“Move or I'll make you move.”

Try it and you'll find out why my kind never had to hide in the shadows.”

She glared up at him for a moment but then a strangely familiar smell wafted past her nose. She glanced down to see the enormous cock he hadn't put away hanging swollen and fully erect between his legs along with a pair of rather large balls, “Good lord are you aroused right now?!” She exclaimed.

Maxwell looked down at his swollen cock as though just noticing it, “Of course, don't you get excited before a fight?”

“No. I'm not an animal.”

“Ha!” He let out a rumbling laugh that sounded uncannily like a bark, “I forgot how stuffy you blood drinkers can be!”

Elinor flashed him her best sneer, unwittingly proving his point while simultaneously covering her own lie. While she didn't exactly get aroused at the thought of violence there was no pretending the sight of his massive cock throbbing away in front of her hadn't produced some effect on her body. Between the inherently manly smell naturally wafting off him and the far more musky odor clouding the air around his manhood she couldn't stop noticing it. And the longer she remained the more her thoughts turned towards matters beyond feeding. It'd been a year since she last fed on a mortal but it'd been far, far longer since she last had sex. Most of the men in her clan were terribly boring and mortal men simply lacked the prowess to satisfy her. Now that a virile and supernatural partner had presented himself, albeit in a very roundabout way, it almost seemed stupid to pass on the chance. He was certainly handsome in a bestial sort of way and her body was aching for some kind of release. What had once been hunger for nourishment was quickly becoming hunger for carnal pleasure and there was no telling if she could resist that temptation. She certainly couldn't find any reason to do so beyond pride.

“You thinkin about biting somewhere else now?” Maxwell asked, stepping closer to her while she was distracted.

“I'm thinking of nothing of the sort!”

“Is that right? Then why are you still here?”

“You're blocking my exit and I don't wish to touch you.”

He stepped aside and gestured towards the now unobstructed alley. Elinor sniffed haughtily at him and started to walk away. As she did a wall of his musk collided with her and she had to stop dead in her tracks, “Oh my . . .”

“I get that a lot.”

“Silence werewolf.”

“Or what?”

She turned to face him with an imperious look spread across her face. But rather than marring her beautiful features it added something. Something thrilling that made Maxwell's blood boil. He was always happy to rut be it vampire, siren, mermaid, or anything other creature. But something about this particular blood drinker had him raring to go. Perhaps it was the way her ample tits heaves in her bodice or the undeniable glimmer of lust in her eyes. Maybe it was how clearly her waning resistance was etched into her body language or the scent of arousal gradually filling the air around her. Whatever the reason he was more than ready to fuck her senseless. But he was a gentleman and unless she gave the go ahead he wasn't gonna do anything except taunt her. And drink in the deliciously sweet aroma of her pussy as it grew ever more sodden while she stood there trying to make up her mind. He was never too much of a gentleman to not enjoy that benefit of his inhuman senses.

“Or I'll make you kneel before me.” Elinor replied in a haughty voice dripping with ulterior motives.

“Is that right?” Maxwell grinned. He stepped closer to her and bared his teeth in a manner that would've been threatening to anyone else, “I've never bent my knee for a woman like you before.”

“Then perhaps it's time you rectified that mistake.”

“Perhaps . . .” The two of them were nearly touching as they stood centimeters apart breathing in the other's scent and pretending they were doing anything but. “Pity I won't have the foggiest idea what to do once my knee hits the muck . . .”

“You can put that wagging tongue to better use.”

“How's that?”

She stared at him with narrowed eyes and an expression caught somewhere between irritation and a grin. Although she was loathe to admit it his boorish charm and accent was quite appealing and there was no denying how badly she desired a sexual release. Choosing to respond with action in lieu of words Elinor reached out and draped her hands on his shoulders. Her movements were slow and measured in order to avoid any misunderstanding. When she gently, for a superhuman creature of the night, started pushing against his muscular frame Maxwell's grin curled up even higher. For a fraction of a second he cheekily resisted what she was doing and in response she applied even greater force. He resisted yet again, his hands sliding around her waist to grab her ass through her dress. She let out a soft gasp as his strong fingers groped her buttocks and a little shiver coursed through her body. His nostrils flared at the invigorating smell of arousal that clouded around her body and in his distraction Maxwell failed to consider how his sultry companion might react. Pushing down on him with no small amount of her strength Elinor forced him to the ground hard enough send a thud echoing through the alley. 

The concrete beneath him cracked from the impact but he felt nothing except excitement. Grinning up at the golden haired beauty above him he continued to squeeze her impressively firm yet exceedingly wide buttocks until her hands found his wrists. Pulling them off her rump with a little smirk Elinor followed that seemingly counter intuitive action with something far more overt. Clutching the front of her somber dress she lifted up the fabric with an almost dainty air. Like she was trying to avoid sullying the hem on a puddle. But instead of stopping after a few inches she continued to reveal more and more of her stocking clad legs to Maxwell's hungry gaze. He stared with growing delight as her seemingly endless and perfectly toned calves slowly gave way to mouth wateringly plump thighs. Soon after he was treated to the sight of her garter belt connecting both the sheer cloth adorning her legs and the frilly underthings hiding her sex. Her silky garments were already dripping with proof of her arousal and while he wanted nothing more than to wryly comment he didn't have the energy.

Instead he reached out with both hands to grasp the edges of her panties as if he were going to gently remove them. For a split second Elinor was taken aback by this behavior but just as she was about to admit Maxwell could be different his muscles tensed. Ripping apart like tissues beneath a downpour her underwear was reduced to tatters with a single pull of his broad hands. Her disappointment was matched only by her arousal as his warm breath suddenly buffeted her naked slit without any shield whatsoever. It felt so unaccountably good she moaned before she could stop herself. Tilting her head back and staring at the heavens she clutched her dress a little tighter and waited for him to act. From the way his nostrils flared and his breathing grew more labored there was no doubt in her mind he'd been unable to help himself. Sure enough Maxwell was all but submerged in the luxurious odors of her arousal. He'd never smelled a woman quite as aroused as her and he'd been with enough women during his life for that to be quite a special occurrence. 

His eyes drank in the sight of her perfectly shaved and fittingly cute folds for as long as they could before the rest of his body decided it wanted to join in the fun as well. There was only so long he could admire the pale contours of her outer lips as they parted to reveal the glistening pink flesh between them. Around the time Elinor was beginning to wonder what was taking him so long Maxwell let out a noise uncannily like a growl. Both hands slid around her waist to pull her towards him while at the same time he lunged forward like a feral animal. Instead of attacking with his teeth the brunt of his assault came from his long, coarse tongue. Big enough to cover the whole of her sex with ease and long enough to even reach far enough back to brush against someplace far more private his unexpectedly arousing appendage was simply divine. The first time he dragged it across her pussy she was forced to cover her mouth with one hand. Not only did he manage to lap up every drop of arousal clinging to her cunt but he also managed to end the movement in a little flick that struck her clit in the perfect manner.

Elinor's entire body tensed like string being wound too tight, her back thumping against the nearby wall and her leg hurriedly lifting off the ground. As her heel came to rest against a nearby crate Maxwell's tongue repeated the performance that'd been met with such enthusiasm. Only this time he leaned in a little harder and buried his face a little deeper. It was hard not to with her hand on the back of his head all but forcing him to do so. No longer concerned with covering her mouth she'd elected to use her free hand for something far more important: guiding his talented lips and tongue into making her forget all about the endless days she'd gone to sleep unsatisfied. Although hardly needed any real guiding she wasn't going to let him think he was in charge. That was simply a bridge to far. Of course once his tongue scraped against her pussy in a manner that allowed her to feel every slightest bump across it's length she was hard pressed to keep that illusion going. Fluids trickled out of her at an ever growing rate with long strands of increasingly gooey arousal dripping down her thighs. Such was their quantity Maxwell was forced to stop pulling away after each stroke, instead pushing himself snugly against her pussy and remaining there while his tongue worked it's magic.

“Just like that you filthy beast!” Elinor cooed, her voice high and breathless, “It's good to see an animal like you know it's place!”

With sparkling eyes Maxwell grinned up at his vampiric lover. Since he was much to busy to offer a verbal response he settled for a physical one in the form of pushing his tongue even harder against her pussy. Elinor immediately and loudly moaned at the added pressure and stimulation. Her breasts were heaving as they threatened to escape her bodice and what little of her pale skin that could be seen was coated in sweat. When he added to his retort by pressing his unshaven lips into her sex and loudly slurping up the deluge of fluids that resulted from his first answer she felt her eyes starting to roll back in her head. But she was determined not to let him claim the upper hand and in an effort to maintain her dominance she clenched a fistful of his hair and responded with a move of her own.

Pulling back just far enough to separate herself from him Elinor thrusted her hips forward. Her sopping wet pussy slammed against his mouth and for a split second he seemed to be taken aback by her sudden assault. In the handful of moments before he regained his composure Maxwell could only kneel there in surprise while she grinded against his tongue like it was her one job in life. He was utterly floored by how naked her lust had become, in the best possible way. Quickly realizing the kind of woman he was dealing with he let out a wolfish growl and upped the ante even further. Pushing back against her wildly gyrating hips with all his might he stuffed the full length of his tongue inside her pussy for the first time. Elinor's astonished gasp was music to his ears. Suddenly it was her turn to be utterly caught off guard. Not only by the toe curling sensation of his appendage writhing about within her sex but also by the sheer vigor with which he'd sent it there. Her moans climbed sharply in pitch and volume in the moments after he'd penetrated her and that was a trend that would no doubt continue.

The coarse feeling of his tongue was simply divine against the soft, wet folds of her sex. In the blink of an eye Elinor felt the power shifting back to her companion and she was rapidly finding herself unable to combat this change. With every writhing movement another blast of pleasure flooded her body and weakened her resolve. Although she wasn't directly measuring it she could all but sense her buttocks inching closer and closer to the wall against which her back was pressed. In a last ditch effort to retain some modicum of control over the situation she attempted to repeat her earlier movements and once more catch him off guard. Unfortunately for her Maxwell wasn't surprised by her emphatic gyrations the second time around. In fact when he felt her silky folds retreating he waited just long enough for a little distance to form between them before pouncing. Before Elinor could follow through on her plans he lunged forward, his tongue plunging back inside her cunt while the rest of her body slammed against the wall hard enough to send a spiderweb of cracks outward from the impact site. 

“Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!” Elinor gasped, unable to keep her composure under that initial barrage.

Hearing her exclamation and seizing the opportunity it presented he pushed harder than ever against her thoroughly soaking pussy. So great was the initial force of his assault Elinor was pushed to the tips of her toes by his powerful tongue alone. She clutched his head more tightly than ever and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Although it went against her every rational instinct the lust and ecstasy flooding her brain defied rationality. If he was going to continue servicing her with the same vigor he'd already demonstrated than she was going to enjoy it. The moment he felt her calves resting against his back Maxwell knew he had her right where he wanted. His hands leapt to the back of her thighs and without the slightest bit of effort he pushed her up the wall. Elinor gasped and shivered as she rose nearly seven feet as the man viciously tonguing her sex stood up. Any illusion of power she'd had started to vanish completely while he feasted on her pussy to his heart's content. And she repeatedly moaned unbridled encouragements with every stroke of his appendage inside her womanhood. It hadn't seemed possible for him to move with even more force than he'd already demonstrated but apparently she'd underestimated just what a werewolf could do even when it wasn't transformed. 

Her pleasure continued to make itself known in every possible way such a thing could manifest. While one hand remained clutching his thick locks the other flew backwards to scrape against the bricks, her claws shredding the stone like it was tissue paper. A constant stream of increasingly thick fluids gushed out of her sex with every slightest shift of his tongue and any time he pressed against her sensitive spots he was met with a veritable deluge. And nearly every inch of her pale body was quivering in abject delight. Her toes curled inside her heels, her breasts heaved, and seemingly all the muscles that comprised her inhuman form alternated between tensing and relaxing faster than she could comprehend. 

But most tellingly of all the once breathy yet high pitched gasps that'd characterized her pleasure at the beginning were becoming more guttural and deep. Although she couldn't rival the likes of her ferocious partner's baritone the noises coming from Elinor were still more bestial than a refined woman like her preferred. Of course in the heat of the moment with his long tongue assaulting her pussy there wasn't a damn thing her higher brain functions could do about it. She was lucky to even have such a thing while an orgasm was washing over her and eroding every last shred of propriety left. Squirting violently all over her companion's face while writhing against the wall like she was possessed by a demon her every last thought, urge, and impulse was centered around the pleasure radiating outwards from her cunt. Her screams filled the alley wall and spilled out into the street beyond, their volume partially masked by the cacophony of the bar nearby. But what didn't manage to pierce the raucous partying sounded unmistakably like a woman receiving the kind of pleasure that most could only fantasize about. Which was rather appropriate since that was precisely what Elinor was enjoying.

Thanks to his unceasing movements even in the face of her wildly quivering and impossibly tight cunt Maxwell continued moving his tongue across every inch he could reach without slowing. It didn't matter how hard she was cumming or what she was doing while she did he continued unabated with the same gusto that'd brought them there. Partly out of a growing delight at just how easily he'd reduced this haughty vampire to a mewling, sex addled beast but mostly because of just how much he enjoyed the taste of her sex. As her fluids sprayed all down his chest and absolutely drenched his face he drank every last drop her could with a smile on his face. Of all the beings he'd mated with over the years few were quite as tasty as ancient vampires. For whatever reason their bodies were just so ripe and sweet but with a little bit of an edge. Like a sweet mead that had a nice kick to it. He could honestly say that if given a choice between any number of supposedly mythical creatures he'd pick vampires every single time. And while it might have seemed like she was reaping the benefits of that enjoyment his bloodsucking companion had no idea what was in store for her.

After several minutes of pure ecstasy that left her voice hoarse and her body nearly limp his tongue at long last retreated. In her post orgasm haze Elinor didn't even think about what might happen next. She certainly didn't feel her body sliding back down the wall into a position slightly more normal. It wasn't until she was staring up at the werewolf that'd just worked her pussy better than any vampire ever could that things started to come together. Realizing her legs were wrapped around his waist and that he was only supporting her with one hand quickly filled in any blanks previously left unspoken for. She summoned as much of her strength as she could and tried her best to look imposing despite everything that'd just happened. Maxwell thoroughly ignored her, even when she grabbed the sodden front of his shirt like she was about to strike him. His focus was entirely on freeing his cock from his trousers and putting it to good use. Confident she wouldn't have any complaints nor would she try and stop the fun if he moved fast enough his hands darted across his clothes as quickly as they could. Just as predicted Elinor was midway through opening her mouth when he pulled out his shaft and held it above her stomach she fell silent.

Like it was a cloud of smoke being exhaled after a mighty puff on a cigar the musky smell of his cock absolutely assaulted Elinor's refined sensed. Washing over her so thick and so pungent she nearly gagged his manly odor was all at once the best and worst thing she'd ever experienced. It made her head spin, her face contort, and her pussy ache with longing. She was instantly torn between disgust and animal lust but the latter quickly won out when she looked down at the source of that overwhelming smell. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as the facade of aloof disinterest she tried to maintain fell away. Staring down at a foot long cock as big around as her forearm tended to have that effect. Alongside his massive, hairy balls it made for one of the most visually arresting sights she'd enjoyed in quite a while. 

When she pulled her eyes from his cock they darted to his face to see a smug grin plastered across it, “A bit bigger than you expected?” He asked.

“Hmph!” Elinor sniffed, “It'll do. And I suppose you deserve a reward for pleasuring me. Do your business and be done with it. I have other matters to attend!”

It took every fiber of her self control to say that without drooling or looking down at his lovely member again and while he couldn't see that internal struggle Maxwell could smell the unrepentant arousal wafting from her bare pussy. “Yes ma'am.” He laughed, “Right away!”

As he pulled back to impale her on the massive rod that was his cock Elinor had a chance to truly appreciate just how well endowed he was. His size was readily apparent just from looking down but somehow watching his hips move back and feeling his member sliding across her stomach really illustrated the sheer size of his manhood. It also made her exceedingly grateful she was a vampire possessed of no small amount of experience mating with otherworldly beings. She couldn't even begin to imagine how a mortal woman might take such an impressive shaft without injury or death. Of course those sorts of thoughts quickly and permanently left her mind as the head of his shaft finally slipped down to press against her wet folds. The moment it did she sucked in a sharp breath and braced herself for what would surely be a mighty thrust. Maxwell's unshaven features lit up in a smile and it seemed for all the world like he was about to drive his prick inside her with enough force to utterly devastate her nubile sex. But he continued to surprise by doing exactly the opposite and leaving her even more disarmed and flustered as a result. 

Rather than slamming his dick into her and pounding away until one of them broke he completely bucked the stereotype by entering her sex with an almost gentle tempo. The head of his cock vanished into her silky folds with a small push and the rest followed in a downright tender fashion. It made for such a dramatic inversion of what she expected, and indeed what she secretly wanted, Elinor had absolutely no defense for it. In lieu of a wild, passionate ride she was given a long, toe curling chance to savor every last inch of his member as it glided inside her. Moving at a languid pace without the slightest bit of deviation Maxwell's shaft inexorably slid deeper and deeper into her pussy while she squirmed in growing frustration. As pleasurable as it felt to be stretched deliciously wide and filled to the brim by his cock there was no pretending it was anything but a massive tease. By the time the last quarter of that long, rigid length was nearing the entrance of her sex she was about ready to start screaming again. Only this time in equal parts pleasure and annoyance. After the intense and unhinged ecstasy of his tongue lashing the odd tenderness that characterized his first thrust left a whole lot to be desired.

Which, she realized upon looking at him, was precisely the point. As she felt his sack bump gently against her skin and knew that he was finally done thrusting she lifted her head to admonish his punishing lack of urgency. But as she saw the gleam in his eyes and the bent of his smile she realized what it was he was doing and why he'd done it. When both of his hands closed around her waist and he started to pull back with the same measured pace with which he'd entered her she fully understood what it was he was doing. Or at least she assumed she did. In truth she had little idea what was going on in her beastly companion's head and never was that more clear than when he stopped about midway through his retreat. With long strands of pussy juice dripping off his exposed cock and the tight inner walls of her sex furiously gripping his member there was every incentive in the world for Maxwell to slam back inside her and never look back.

Instead he merely repeated the same, pleasurably frustrating pace as before entirely unchanged. His cock returned to her pussy and she sucked in a breath more at the sensation of being once more filled to the brim than of how she'd come to be in that position. Her brow furrowed and she looked at him with equal parts irritation and confusion. But since her reaction was met with yet another smile that did little to elucidate the issue she could only wonder what on earth was happening. Even a mortal man could manage a better showing than this supposed werewolf. Had she not been absolutely sure of his inhuman nature she might have questioned his lycanthropy. Especially when he pulled back and thrusted forward at the same leisurely pace as ever. Around the time it started to seem like this would be the new rhythm going forward Elinor was forced to evaluate if she even wanted to bother. Having already cum and finding herself staring down the barely of some fantastically boring sex the urge to leave was growing in direct proportion ot how long he continued his slow movements. Several minutes passed with nary a ball slapping thrust or wild shudder from either of them and that utter lack of bestial rutting was really getting on her nerves.

“If this is the best you're able to muster then we should have stopped at cunnilingus.” Elinor finally commented after several uninterrupted minutes of boredom.

“Is that right?” Maxwell asked in a husky voice.

“Oh yes.” She responded in a huff, “Frankly I can't think of a time I've been more bored and disappointed by a sexual partner. Even a half wit troll could out perform you.”

“Is that right?”

“And now it seems your already limited speaking capabilities are waning as well. I think it time we put an end to this charade. Before I fall asle—”

The remainder of her diatribe ended in a sharp gasp and a dumbfounded look as Maxwell rammed his cock into her pussy with the kind of force that sent a little shockwave through the alley. As her whole body trembled from the impact and little bits of detritus slid away from them he could only smile at the utterly taken aback look on her face. Although he hadn't intended to stretch it out so long his teasing buildup had done the trick wonderfully. Not only was she completely unable to process what had just happened but the walls of her cunt had clamped down around him with enough force to cause bruising on a lesser creature. A nice torrent of juices seeped out of her freshly impaled slit and although her brain was clearly still catching up the rest of her had no such issue. Wild, spasmodic tremors flickered up and down her body in visible waves while her knuckles turned white as they clenched his shoulders. But most telling of all was her breathing, each one coming in a little whimper of a ragged gasp that sounded more like a mouse squeaking somewhere far off than the proud, overly haughty woman that'd been threatening him moments ago. The change was so drastic and abrupt it would've been comical had he not been incredibly aroused. 

“Is that better?” He growled.

Nodding as she looked at him with a glassy eyed stare Elinor couldn't even begin to find the words to describe how good that abrupt change of pace had felt. After all the, what she suddenly understood to be, teasing feeling his cock driven home in such a brutal, animalistic way was heaven on earth. She didn't even have time to piece her thoughts back to coherence before he pulled back and rammed his dick inside her quivering body just as hard as before. Yet again a shockwave of displaced air rushed through the alley around them, this time accompanied by a similar wave of pleasure cascading through her own body. Now that she was a little prepared for it she had a chance to properly enjoy the feeling of twelve, rigid inches slamming into her body at a speed that would've been impossible for a human to comprehend. It was only just possible for her to fully grasp it. Feeling his grip tighten and seeing his posture grow more domineering she knew she was about to get her wish and then some. Elinor's face broke into a genuine, lustful smile in the split second before her mouth fell open and any semblance of self control vanished for quite a while.

No longer thinking about anything but fucking her stupid Maxwell did exactly that. With a firm hold on her body and a growing urge to rut in his chest he started thrusting with utter abandon. Since there was no need to worry about holding back for her sake he didn't hesitate to start off as fast and hard as he could possibly go. His cock plunged in and out of her what felt like a hundred times a second, the wet slap of his balls against her flesh joining the even louder impact of his hips against her increasingly wet pussy. The furious and unending collisions of his body against her own sent drops of arousal splashing all over the two of them while an ever growing puddle formed on the ground beneath them. In a few minutes there wasn't a scrap of trash within ten feet as the constant waves of force radiating out from their rapidly joining bodies pushed it all away. Over and over again Elinor moaned, her voice getting more guttural with every passing second, as her pussy was stirred up and her body was brought to the peak of ecstasy so fast it seemed impossible. And thanks to the unexpectedly even nature of his wild and ferocious thrusting she had no problem maintaining that level of bliss throughout the evening. Or perhaps more accurately he had no trouble keeping her in that drooling, half conscious state.

Being immortals and thus utterly unconcerned with time they fucked like that for literal hours as Elinor climaxed several times. Each one was heralded by a flurry of passionate cries and then marked by a series of very unladylike grunts that demonstrated just how pleasurable she found them. Any hint of propriety or refined upbringing was gone completely. It'd pretty much vanished as soon as he tongue fucked her into an orgasm but now that she was being hammered into a state of deathlike bliss by his cock her nonexistent control could finally make itself known. She didn't even realize how loudly she was crying out while he rammed his cock inside her like she was little more than a broodmare for his seed. But even if she had noticed the instinctual and utterly uninhibited sounds coming out of her mouth there was nothing she could do to stop them. Not while she was getting all of her organs rearranged by the throbbing, unrelenting phallus of a man she'd met earlier than night. Just about the only time she came anywhere close to being aware of herself and what was going on occurred during the only time they changed position. And even that was little more than her head breaking the surface of the churning sea that she'd been drowning in for the better part of the night.

Tired of holding her up and eager to see her plump ass jiggling while he fucker her Maxwell carried his mewling fucktoy over to a nearby stack of crates. He was forced to slow the pace and ferocity of his movements temporarily as he flipped her like an omelet and bent her over the crates instead. Once she was in position he resumed thrusting without a single thought to whether or not she was ready. Not that he needed to express any kind of concern. Pretty much the instant he resumed fucking her senseless she resumed crying out with the kind of over the top noises that usually indicated a woman was faking her pleasure. But there was no insincerity with Elinor. The juices spraying out of her cunt and the wild, uncontrollable shaking that wracked her body were as genuine as the ecstasy she felt assaulting her every solitary nerve. And while it probably shouldn't have finding herself pressed against refuse crates while a complete stranger pounded her cunt into ruination was several kinds of arousing. It made her feel like little more than a cheap prostitute plying her trade for what little money she could get. Which in turn filled her body with unabashed arousal that only compounded what she was already feeling.

Several more hours passed with both Maxwell and Elinor growing more uncontrollable in lusts as time went on. She'd completely lost count of how many times she'd cum while he was so utterly focused on fucking that snooty sense of superiority out of her he didn't think about his own endurance at all. That lack of foresight eventually came to a head just as the horizon was beginning to turn that familiar shade of purplish orange. Letting out a beast like roar and hammering her cunt with abandon he gripped her waist with all his strength and unleashed an explosion of cum deep inside her body. Too engrossed in her own ecstasy to notice until the last possible second Elinor was completely caught off guard by his abrupt transition. She was even more dumbstruck by what followed it.

Practically screaming in pleasure she felt his cum spray into the deepest reaches of her body. It erupted into her womb and splashed across her inner walls in a thick, absolutely toe curling quantities. Her breath caught in her throat and her whole body tensed as the madcap throbbing of his shaft reached it's zenith while he basted her innards in enough spunk to drown a mortal woman. Elinor's nails ripped through the boxes she was sprawled over as her feet left the ground entirely. She alternated between throwing her head back in pure bliss and slumping forward in a state of near unconsciousness. Through it all Maxwell continued to pound her like nothing had changed, each new load pumped from his loins only spurring him to continue for as long as he possibly could. The sheer tightness of her sex along with that incredibly alluring reaction to his climax all but forced him to. But even if she'd laid there like a dead fish he would've enjoyed the animalistic thrill of swelling her belly with his seed. Of all the many ways being a werewolf affected his day to day life the primal delight he felt in emptying his balls into a female was among the most pronounced. He spent the better part of several minutes cumming inside her until she was filled to the brim with his seed and his balls felt as light as air. 

His cock emerged from her pussy not long after he was finished pumping her full of cum and although Elinor was a little disappointed he didn't linger she wasn't going to voice that discontent. Certainly not when she could focus her attention on the thick, almost cream like quantities of fresh semen bubbling out of her. It was a sensation she'd forgotten how much she loved and one she was all to eager to bask in. So much so she didn't even care that her partner was standing behind her watching his spunk ooze from her ravished cunt and drip down her still trembling thighs. A small part of her wanted to pull her dress back down and hide her 'shame' but it seemed a pointless endeavor after what'd just transpired. If anything allowing him to see the mess he'd made and just how much she enjoyed it might encourage him to shove that beastly cock of his right back inside for another go. Unfortunately when she cast a lingering glance back in his direction Elinor found him tucking his softening shaft into his pants with the kind of smile that almost made her regret fucking him. Almost.

“What's the matter werewolf?” She taunted, “Is your stamina so limited you can only pleasure a woman once?”

“If I wanted I could break you.” He replied with a laugh, “But unless you wanna die you should think about getting somewhere a little darker . . .”

Adrenaline coursed through her body as Elinor turned her head towards the entrance of the alley to see the first rays of a morning sun appearing on the horizon, “Oh shit!”

“You'd better get going vampire.” Maxwell teased, “I hate for a fine piece of tail like you to get cooked!”

She scoffed at him as she pushed herself upright, “I'll survive werewolf.”

“I hope so.”

“Is that right?”

He shrugged and stepped aside while she scurried down the alley and towards a manhole in the opposite street. She noticed him falling in line behind her and was unsurprised when he spoke, “What can I say? I like a good piece of ass.”

“How eloquent of you.” Elinor retorted. Effortlessly lifting the manhole cover out of the way she peered into the comforting darkness for a moment. “Should you ever desire a repeat of what just happened you may reach me at the phone number three six zero, eight eight nine zero.”

“Lovely.” He replied with sparkling eyes and wolf-like smile, “I'll give ya a call sometime.”

“Wonderful. You may call me Elinor.”

“I'm Maxwell.”

“It was a pleasure.”

“I know.”

Shaking her head Elinor descended into the darkness before he could say anything else. She looked up to see him grinning down at her and despite herself she offered him a haughty smile in return. They nodded to one another and he pulled the manhole cover back over the entrance to the sewers. Once more bathed in darkness she let out a contented sigh, quietly lying to herself that he couldn't hear it so far above. If he called within the next few days she'd almost certainly leave him hanging as the expression went. But after that . . . it was hard to say. The cum dripping down her legs and ruining her stockings was hard to ignore and the faint wobble in her steps as the echoes of their wild sex was even harder. Perhaps it would do her good to have a companion to call on when her baser instincts needed to be satisfied. She could even make him a consort. Perhaps they'd find out if werewolves and vampires truly couldn't breed. Her possibilities were endless and she wore an increasingly broad smile as each one was entertained on the walk back to her clan.