NEON: Neogothic Edge of Night

Chapter 3



 

"Bad idea, little bloodsucker... Very. Bad. Idea."



Phoebe was terrified near to panic. The man she had brought home had turned out to be a monster.



She scrambled back from him, realizing belatedly he was between her and the door. She shrank back against the wall as he got off the bed and stood, staring her down with those eyes still glowing their fierce red. Their gaze chilled her to the core, like violence made manifest. The eyes of a hunter. Instinctively, she bared her fangs and hissed, like a cornered cat.



He paused, frowning at her fearful display, torn between anger and pity, and she took the chance to try to tip the balance in her favor.



"I'm sorry! I didn't know, I've never met another vampire before, I'm sorry ok?!"



He blinked, taken aback and incredulous at her words. "Vampire?! You think I'm a fucking vampire? Adding insult to injury is a good way of going from the frying pan to the fire..."



That last was said low and ominous, but she was suddenly more overcome with confusion than fear. If he wasn't a vampire, what the hell was he?



"You mean you're not? Umm, no offense but what the hell are you then? I'm lost..."



He tilted his head at this, eyebrow raised. "You're really that clueless? I warn you, don't bullshit me... you're already riding the line."



Phoebe shook her head quickly, putting her hands up and out as if trying to physically deflect blame. She looked almost like a child trying to get out of trouble with an angry parent, and her size and cuteness only added to the impression. Dammit, she was making it hard for him to stay mad at her. Only the fact of what she was and what she'd tried to do to him kept him from breaking down and moving to comfort and reassure her instead.



"Honest! I'm more confused than Wesley Crusher nude in Tasha Yar's bedroom."



The naked predator blinked once more, this time trying to suppress laughter, and Phoebe pressed the advantage by making whiny little mocking complaints in "Wesley's" voice. He shook his head and tried to remain angry with only partial success. Instead, he dropped his aggressive stance and sat on the couch with a sigh.



"Ok, alright, I get it already." He paused. "You really didn't know?"



She nodded and stood up. "Not the first clue, I swear." She paused, and pointed next to him on the couch. "May I?"



He looked at her, then the spot, then back up at her with a shrug. "I guess. I'm still mad at you though. You tried to suck my blood."



Phoebe smirked as she sat down and cast a glance at his lap. "That's not all I sucked, you know."



Rick sighed again. "I know, I was there. Very nice of you. But still..."



She pouted a little. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad was it? You had fun, is a little blood donation so much to ask for a good piece of ass?"



He scowled. "You didn't ask, you just took, and we're not talking about just a 'little' donation here are we?"



Phoebe blinked. "What did you expect, 'hi I'm a vampire, mind if I have a pint or two?"... come on. And yeah that's all I wanted, what do you think I was gonna drain you white? This isn't a Dracula movie. I'm not stupid enough to leave a trail of bodies even if I was cold blooded enough to be that sort of casual killer. Which I'm not."



Rick still seemed unsure. "I want to believe you, but..."



She looked offended at that. "What, it's that hard to believe I'm not a heartless murderer? Gee, thanks."



He frowned in response. "Well it'd be easier to believe anything you said if you hadn't tried that bullshit line about never meeting another vampire before."



Phoebe bit her lip and looked down at her lap, muttering sheepishly. "It's true... anyhow are you or aren't you? You said you weren't but now I'm confused."



Rick sighed yet again, cursing himself silently for letting himself feel sympathetic towards her. "No, I'm not... and how is that possible? You have to have met at least one, right? Otherwise who made you like this?"



Phoebe shrugged her pale shoulders and sighed. "I wish I knew. I mean, yeah, there has to have been one I think but I'll be damned if I remember anything about it. There's a lot I don't remember."



He urged her to continue, and she explained as best she could. "I don't kill my prey, I don't have to. Once I put the bite on them, it's like instant roofies, they don't remember shit. I can dump them back at their hotel or whatever and never see them again. It's a fuckton easier than trying to get rid of a corpse and way less risky besides. I wouldn't really have the heart to kill them anyhow, it's not like they did anything to me. I feel bad enough doing what I have to to survive."



He absorbed this, clearly trying to judge her honesty, and she continued.



"My best guess is I got hit with the same side effect, you know? Whoever put the bite on me to make me this way, I don't remember them. I don't remember most of my past, really. I get fuzzy non-specific memories of my late teens and twenties, and I like remember stuff that's not about my past like how to drive and basic facts and stuff, but I don't remember friends, or family, or any other vampires. As far as I can remember, I've always been alone. And given that anyone I get close to forgets me... I figured I always would be."



RIck just couldn't help it. She seemed so sad, so vulnerable... and she was so close and still naked and she smelled so damned good... despite himself he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him supportively. He might regret it later, but he felt for her. And she certainly seemed more frightened of him than threatening, so what the hell. He wasn't a coward and life was too short to never take risks for what might be a good thing. And so, he stroked her hair gently and spoke reassuringly to her.



"I won't forget you."



She softly gasped as that sank in, those beautiful blues locked on his and quivering as they misted over.



"That's... you mean it huh?" She paused, looked down as if gathering her courage, and then locked her eyes back on his again as she made a bold request.



"Could you stay with me a while, then? I literally can't remember the last time I actually got to wake up with someone."



Rick could only nod agreement. He couldn't hate her for being what she was, he was no less a predator by nature than she was, and she'd no more asked to be what she was than he had. Plus she was so lonely, and in pain... he couldn't help wanting to be there for her. It also didn't hurt how beautiful she was, how cute and adorable and so goddamned sexy. It might be the dumbest idea he'd ever had, but he was going to stay the night with her. Who could tell what might come of it next, but he was in for that much at least.He was pretty sure he could cash out his ticket before she punched it, if that's what she had a mind to do. But he really didn't think she did. Being what he was, it was his nature to follow his instincts. And his instincts said sharing a bed with this woman, vampire or not, was far from the worst thing he could do.



-----



Some time later, he was lying awake with her asleep, head on his chest as he gently stroked her hair. He'd let her talk him into a quickie on the condition that she promise not to bite him, and she'd proven true to her word. She'd ridden him to shared orgasm with impressive skill and ability, milking his cock with her inner muscles with astonishing effectiveness. She'd accepted his blast of sexual release inside her without the slightest complaint, and in fact it turned her on and helped push her over the edge to her own orgasm. A well timed fingertip in her tight little ass didn't hurt either, it seemed she had a thing for that kind of stimulation. He certainly was not about to complain.



Afterwards, she'd laid atop him for a good while with him still inside her, clenching him softly as the soft aftershocks pulsed through her, and eventually he softened and she slipped off of him, ending up on her side with a leg draped over his and one arm across his chest where her head also lay. He wasn't sure which of them had fallen asleep first, but he had awakened first. Part of him thought of dressing and slipping out while she still slept, but he dismissed that idea as cruel as well as dishonest. He'd promised she would wake up with him, and he was a man who kept his promises. Others might let self-interest be their guide, but he was determined that honor would not die out in the world while he yet lived.



And so he lay there, her body warm and soft against him, her slow and steady breath on his chest, and he thought about what it all meant. She felt, as well as smelled and tasted, fully alive. Had he not seen her fangs and felt her bite and her attempt to override his will with her own, he'd have never suspected a thing. She was a vampire, but she was as far from being undead as he could readily imagine. He also wondered, as the sun began to filter into the room through the curtained windows, what it meant that the room was not sealed against the daylight. Sure, the main window was covered in a thick black curtain, but the small windows along the opposite ceiling and the one in the kitchen were covered only in tapestries and patterned cloth that merely colored and softened the light, not blocked it completely. It was dark enough to allow one to easily sleep the day without being awoken by bright sunshine, but it was no darker than an overcast day. And yet, she didn't burn. She also didn't sparkle, fortunately, though in her case it would kind of look cute on her. Still, he was glad that any sparkling she might do was a result of the glitter powder he'd seen in her makeup kit in the medicine cabinet and not because she was a refugee from a supernatural teen angst series.



All in all, warm and comfortable with her curled up against him in the bed that still smelled like their lovemaking, he had to admit that there were far worse things he could think of than an encounter with this particular vampire.



-----



He didn't realize he'd fallen back to sleep until he awoke again, this time a bit more fully. She'd rolled over onto her side at some point, and apparently he'd joined her as he was holding her in spoons position with his morning erect cock nestled between her buttcheeks. One hand lay across her chest, and part of him wanted to grip and squeeze the perfect breast in the palm of his hand and grind his manhood in the warm and soft cleft of her ass, but it was competing with his sense of honor and another natural impulse besides. And so, giving her a soft squeeze he slipped from the bed as gently as he could and made for the bathroom. He didn't bother closing the door, but he wouldn't be long. After emptying his bladder, he sought and found a bottle of mouthwash and swished a swig of it after he washed his hands and splashed his face to clear the sleep from his eyes. It was only polite to not greet one's bedpartner stinking of morning breath, after all.



When he turned to exit the bathroom, he saw her standing there kind of bouncing a bit and couldn't help but stare at the motion of her chest as she bounced. She frowned, and admonished him.



"Umm could you stare at me later? I need in there. Get out."



He chuckled and did as requested, and sat on the couch and checked his phone. He didn't figure she'd mind if he put it on her charge plate and so after he finished with it he set it down on the inductive charging surface to top off. After, he wandered to the kitchen and looked at what was in the fridge, seeing if there was anything to cook breakfast with, but it didn't seem like she kept much food in the place. He could go across the street to the little asian-run grocery store on the corner, but he didn't really want to go out without a shower and besides he didn't have time. She'd be back at any moment and so there was little point to going off on his own. If she were still asleep he could probably take a quickie shower and get there and back with plenty of time to wake her up with breakfast in bed, but not with her awake. Maybe another time.



It turned out he was right about her being done quickly, as she grabbed his ass while he was looking in the fridge and startled him, making him crack his head on the roof of it, causing her to sheepishly laugh.



"Oops... sorry bout that... I was gonna ask, I guess I worked up an appetite in you? I'm sorry I don't keep a lot in the house... I'm not much of a cook and I eat out most of the time."



Rick chuckled as well even as he rubbed his bumped head, good natured about it despite the pain. "It's ok, you didn't mean to. And umm actually I was gonna cook us some breakfast but there's not much here to work with."



Phoebe considered that for a bit, then nodded as she came to a decision. It's still morning, we didn't sleep a whole lot... how about we shower, go across the street to Igor's for something to eat or to the little grocery store if you really wanna cook, come back here and nap and then go to lunch at the sushi place and then nap again? Maybe with some more sex in there somewhere?"



Rick could only laugh. "Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, play, you sound like a cat. Nice lifestyle, if you can swing it."



She grinned. "Pet me I might purr... and I am flexible enough to lick myself. So I'm halfway there I guess."



Rick laughed. "Do I want to even know how you know that? Anyhow, yeah it sounds like a pretty decent plan. Lead on?"



Phoebe nodded with a cute little smirk. "Maybe I'll show you later... but yeah, come on. I'm hungry too."



-----



A few hours later, they'd followed Phoebe's plan and it had worked out well. They were clean, well fed, and rested and the partially darkened room was cool and comfortable and the bed warm and soft. Phoebe liked to keep the AC set at a constant 69 and a fan going, and music at a moderate volume even while she slept. The combination of white noise and music did a great job of masking any outside noises that might disturb them inside, and prevented any personal noises from within from getting out, as well. Combined with the covered windows that let in a controlled amount of light while preventing outsiders from looking in and similarly isolating them from views of the outside, it was like it's own little self-contained haven from the outside world. It reminded him of the description of one's room as their castle of security in the Alice Cooper song "Sanctuary", a veritable fortress of solitude. The variety of posters and art on the walls featuring bands and movies and other things she loved only added to the impression, and he had to admit it was rather nice.



The carpet was a nice neutral shade of asphalt grey that looked black in the dark, and the walls were a sky blue that looked blue-white at night by the glow of the blacklights while being more cheerful in daylight. The small windows along one wall near the ceiling were all covered in tie-dyed fabric in blue and white, like a lightly clouded summer day, while multicolored tapestries in the kitchen window bathed that room in gentle rainbow hue. The furniture that took floorspace, mostly consisting of the bed, couch set, and a coffee table all were rigged with red rope lights hidden beneath to cast a red glow on the floor, and cool blue micro icicle lights hung from the ceiling simulated a starry sky. At night, the combination provided more than enough light to see by but not enough to be even slightly disturbing, the soft blue no more than a nightlight and the red on the floor marking clearly where furniture was so as to prevent running into anything while not being blinding or ruining nght vision. It was pretty, and the soft glow contrasted well with the black modern style furnishings.



On the wall opposite the bed she kept a rather large aquarium filled not with water and fish but instead with multicolored LED light strings and a few varieties of party lights, which she turned on at night along with the blacklights and other assorted lighted signs and accessories to give the room a nightclub style appearance, simultaneously dark and bright with colored glow. Flanking the tank was a pair of nice floor speakers and atop it was a large OLED video screen. This was connected to a small laptop on her headboard that was used as an entertainment system, piping music or video or both to the speakers and screen. She liked to watch music videos on the screen or swirling multicolored visualization displays from the digital media player to add to the lightshow, but she could just as easily watch video content as well.  It was a nice setup.



Like the lights and video, the music seemed to have an "awake" and "asleep" mode as well. One mix was more uptempo, with a lot of rock and metal and pulsing techno and a wide variety of music, while the sleep mix that was playing now was mostly 70's prog, 80s synthpop and ambient electronica that combined with the soft night glow lights to be very soothing. The light from the windows was never distractingly bright even at high noon, and the ease of sleeping was dependent on the lights and sound settings far more than the time of day or night.



He'd been awake long enough to think about this and soak in the environment of the apartment, which was so reflective of it's owner. They really did have a lot in common, and he was liking her more and more as he spent more time with her. In fact, he was pondering if he should try to wake her gently for some more... quality time, when she spoke without either moving nor opening her eyes.



"Rick, are you awake?"



He blinked and chuckled at the timing. "That's funny, I was just wondering the same thing."



Phoebe opened one eye to lazily spock an eyebrow. "You were wondering if you were awake? Aww that's so sweet, I know I'm dreamy but I assure you this is really happening."



Rick laughed in response. "I meant if you were awake. You did promise me some more sex."



She bit her lip coyly. "Maaaybe... but you still haven't told me what you are and I'm curious."



Rick couldn't help but recite the old cliche. "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."



The raven haired vampire shrugged. "Maybe so but satisfaction brought her back. And I expect you to satisfy me if you want me to satisfy you."



He laughed. "Oh is that how it is, hmm? I could be a bastard and make you guess."



Phoebe pouted. "Oh that's so not fair! I have no idea what exists and what doesn't, how am I supposed to guess?"



Rick just smiled. "Honestly, it's not that hard. I'm not a vampire, so what's the most obvious choice after that?"



She shrugged. "Well my first thought at the red eyes and stuff was a demon... but that's probably silly. Are demons even real?"



Rick shook his head. "Hell if I know. I've never met one and known it. One guess down."



Phoebe nodded and made pleading eyes at him. "Give me a hint?"



He laughed again. "Oh this is not that difficult... you said last night this wasn't a Dracula movie, but if it was what monster would he most likely meet? The next most famous one."



Phoebe frowned, and leaned in to nuzzle his neck, and rub his head. "Hmm, no bolts, and your head isn't flat either. So it's not Frankenstein..."



Rick facepalmed and laughed at her silliness. "I'm not green, either. Try again."



She tilted her head and looked him over as if re-examining him. "I guess you're not, are you? That eliminates the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and you're obviously not Godzilla. So..."



She paused, and joked. "Are you my mummy?"



Rick burst out laughing at that. "Oh for Goddess' sake..."



Phoebe smirked a moment, then bit her lip as she got serious. "So werewolves really exist? You're not bullshitting me?"



He met her eyes and nodded. "No bullshit. Swear on a silver bullet."



The vampire woman sighed a bit, and said softly. "Why didn't you kill me? That's what werewolves do in the movies."



Rick met her eyes and sighed. "This isn't a movie, Phoebe... and what can I say, I have a soft spot for women in distress. I was mad, sure, but once you played the pity card I was done for."



Phoebe nodded and absorbed this. "I almost started crying... I guess that would have helped, huh?"



The werewolf chuckled. "Let's save the nuclear option for if you really need it. Yeah, I was upset, but if I was going to hurt you without further provocation I'd have done it right away.I'm no more a cold blooded killer than you are."



Phoebe smiled and kissed him softly. "I guess I lucked out, if I had to have a run in with a werewolf it's a good thing I picked a nice one."



Rick chuckled once more. "Or maybe a sucker, but yeah so far so good so I have no regrets."



The vampiress smirked. "No, I'm a sucker, you're a biter. Get it right. Oh, and be a dear and go fetch the paper for me? I'll need to put some down in case you have an accident. You are housebroken, huh? I wanna be able to get my deposit back if I ever move out."



The werewolf just looked at her with a 'not amused' smirk and a mild huff. "Don't push it, little bloodsucker."



Phoebe gave a cute little smirking grin in return. "That's not all I sucked, and if you ever want me to do it again you will leave my head attached and all my insides on the inside where they belong."



The smirk deepened and the second huff was more an amused, muffled chuckle. "I'll try to keep that in mind."



Phoebe's grin widened into a look of sparkling-eyed seductive mischief. "Maybe I should give you a reminder of what you'll be missing if anything bad happens to me..."



Rick laughed and broke into an open grin. "Now? Don't you have any other questions? I just told you I'm a freaking werewolf..."



Phoebe considered this, and shrugged. "Yeah, and? I've seen the movies, I get the basic idea how it works. I figure you'll give me any need to know information when it comes up and fill me in on the rest as we go."



He decided he couldn't argue with that, especially once she started kissing her way down his body.



-----



Phoebe got her first lesson in werewolf facts while she was down on him, while they were still settling into position and beginning to engage one another in oral passion. She was inverted atop him, at his insistence, straddling his face so he could taste of her while she sucked him off in the classic 69 position. He was no less eager to please and experience her that way tonight than he had been the night before, and it was again a pleasant surprise. In her experience most guys wouldn't bother at all, and of those who would a large chunk only on the first night to make a good impression and then slack off. Maybe it was simply the nature of selfish and immature guys, maybe it was culture, maybe it was the influence or porn and probably it was a combination but if Phoebe had the proverbial dollar bill for every guy who expected the woman to give a blowjob without them returning the favor she could swim in them. Rick was different. Maybe it was just a sense of fair play, as he went out of his way in general to cater to her pleasure, but it seemed more than that as well. Maybe he was the proverbial butch lesbian in a man's body, because he seemed to love licking pussy as much as Phoebe herself did and that was an understatement.



She got her second pleasant surprise when he broke away from tonguing her center to give a quick but shocking instruction.



"You can bite me a little if you want to, just don't go crazy with it ok? I can replenish lost blood pretty quickly so if you only take a reasonable amount at a time it won't even slow me down."



Phoebe was stunned. "You mean it? I can actually drink from you? Nothing will happen?"



He nodded without even pulling his face completely away from her pussy, sending a shuver of pleasure through her as he spoke.



"I won't forget, and it won't even paralyze me. It feels damned good though if I don't fight it. Even if you were to somehow drain me unconscious, which I'm pretty sure it would take more than one vampire at a time to do, I'll wake up hungry but nothing worse than that."



She blinked as she absorbed this. "So I could..."



Rick nodded and finished her thought. "Feed from me sometimes instead of hunting strangers. But like I said, not too much at once during sex or it'll make me tired enough to hurt my performance."



Phoebe couldn't help but smile as that thought buoyed her. This guy could turn out to be the best thing to happen to her for as long as she could remember.



"Oh I wouldn't want that... gotta leave you enough blood to work my new best friend here."



She cut off any reply as she kissed the tip then, letting just the tip of a fang pierce just below the surface and sending a wave of pleasure rippling through his body. She might not be able to command him with her eyes or paralyze him with her bite the way she could a mortal man, but he still responded to the pleasure venom in her fangs. It wasn't merely a paralytic, or even only a memory suppressing drug, the cocktail of substances she injected with her bite were like liquid ecstasy overwhelming the recipient with the equivalent of an instant all-consuming orgasm. It certainly helped prevent them fighting back! Blended into a sexual experience, few if any ever knew what happened to them even before they fell unconscious. Rick might have been immune to some effects of her bite, but the transmission of mind-searing pleasure wasn't among them. Much to the delight of them both, without a doubt.



Never one to squander a good opening move, Phoebe continued by sucking the length of his shaft into her mouth and wrapping her lips around the base, tongue working it inside even as the head went into her throat. She didn't fully need to breathe, and so had learned to suppress both her gag reflex and breathing to allow her to deep throat unlike any merely mortal pornstar. He responded to this by pushing his tongue into her as deep as it could go and, to her surprise and pleasure, growling. That vocalization was almost like a cat's purr, felt as much as heard and sending delightful vibrations into the core of her sexual being. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt and one hell of a turn on. It was good to know that such as they were, two monsters, two supernatural killing machines, they could use their special abilities to give pleasure as well as deal death.



Nervous despite knowing she had permission, Phoebe tentatively at first nibbled on her werewolf partner's inner thigh, gasping softly as she was rewarded again with the exquisite flavor of his blood. It was different enough from Nena's to make it reasonably certain that Nena wasn't also a werewolf herself, but what if anything that woman might have been still proved elusive. The taste couldn't really be described in human terms, as her finely-tuned vampiric senses perceived far more from the blood of her prey than it's mere normal flavor. She received a primal satisfaction from the feeding that no mortal blood drinker would ever know, and not a small amount of arousal and pleasure as well, but it was more than that. To her, the blood was a rich tapestry of flavors that told her many things about the vessel from whom she drank. She could tell male from female blood as plain as day, approximate age and state of health, what drugs were in their system, even their emotional state. And now that she'd experienced it and knew what it meant, the blood of a werewolf was distinct and vastly superior to that of a mere mortal in the way that a hundred year old single barrel whiskey was superior to a mid-shelf blended bourbon. The latter was good to be sure, but the premium stuff was on a whole other level.



In that way, if she had to make a comparison it would be like contrasting Nena's rich and decadent dessert wine to Rick's bold and robust dark ale. This was metaphorically, of course, as neither tasted anything like wine or beer whatsoever and instead tasted like the blood that it was. But to compare the traits that they embodied, it was a workable translation from vampiric experience into something a human would understand.



Despite the enjoyment of her drinking, or perhaps in part because of it, she heeded his words about not drinking too much from him. An average but passable mortal might drink like the proverbial Bud Light, easy to drink and neither objectionable nor remarkable. Those you downed pretty quickly, satisfying your thirst well enough but could easily drain quickly while barely slowing down. Blood like this, though, was like a complex and heavy dark beer or a fine sipping whiskey, it's flavor and powerful characteristics causing the drinker to slow down and savor it's flavor more completely. It was too strong to simply suck down without effort, but the drinking experience was more sensual and rewarding.



That latter factor contributed to her urge to drink slow and light from him, more sipping than fully drinking. Good blood always aroused and pleasured her, and that arousal ignited her passion for more carnal pleasures. To put it crudely, she wanted to fuck. And she could hardly do that if, as he'd said, she drained him so much that she made him too tired to perform.

 

And so she forced herself to alternate between quick bites with sips of the blood and sucking his cock directly, much as he'd alternated last night between fucking her and licking her out. As she settled into a rhythm and pattern with it, she found it worked well for the both of them.  He in turn found an alternating pattern between pushing his tongue inside and replacing it with his fingers as he suckled her clit. This proved just as effective on her as what she was doing was on him, and it quickly became inevitable that they would share the first of several orgasms that night while engaged in that intertwined position.



When they'd completed their climax, she rested atop him for a bit though she didn't let him cool down too long or too much, giving little kisses, nibbles, and licks to his shaft to keep him aroused, eventually resuming her blowjob in order to suck him back to life so to speak. Once he'd fully regained his erection, she slid her hips forward to straddle his pelvis facing his feet and manually guided hs shaft to her entrance before sinking down on it and impaling herself to the hilt. They both shared a deep moan of pleasure as they were joined, and she slowly began riding him while his hands fondled and caressed her ass and his eyes enjoyed the view of his cock slipping inside her velvety slick depths through the cleft of those perfect round buttcheeks.



She continued on him that way for a short time, and then demonstrated her flexibility and agility by turning around to face him without ever dismounting from his dick. Rick gasped both in pleasure and awe as she turned atop him while still gripping him inside her, and then he smiled as she took a swig of her rum drink from the nightstand before kissing him, washing away any traces or taste of semen from when she'd swallowed his emission. He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her bottom again, squeezing it and kissing her back with passionate intensity. He was enjoying that well enough, truth be told, but he still decided to toss in a little variation. Remembering how well she'd responded to anal fingerplay before, he wet and then pushed one fingertip up her tight little ass. She moaned, wide-eyed, and clamped down on him like a velvet vice as a wave of pleasure akin to a mini-orgasm shivered through her body. She pressed a fierce kiss on him then, eyes closed and inflamed with passion as she rode him with even greater intensity. It seemed he'd found a hot button.



They progressed from there through several positions much as they had the night prior, with Rick pausing in between position changes to taste her and keep her fires stoked while he calmed to delay his own climax. He seemed to truly love licking pussy, and Phoebe imagined it was for much the same reason she herself did. Her nose was like that of a dog or cat, highly sensitive far more than any plain human and his wolfen nose was surely no different. Each woman's intimate flavor was, like her blood, a rich tapestry of flavors and thick with pheremones that were incredibly arousing when smelled and tasted directly. Even her own juices tasted on his lips when he kissed her were arousingly delicious, and it occurred to her that it would be amazing to find and bring home another woman to share with him. As she made up her mind to make that happen some day soon, the mere thought of such a vivid experience accelerated her latest impending orgasm and ripped a powerful scream from her throat as her head fell back and she cried her pleasure to the skies.



The sudden power of that orgasm from her was too intense a turn-on and physical experience for him as her pussy gripped and fluttered and practically sucked his cock buried within her, and he went over the edge to join her. Roaring his pleasure in harmony with her screams, he pumped his pleasure fluid deep into her pulsing pink core to the orgasmic delight of them both. Once they had completed their spiral stairway to sexual heaven as one, they slowly drifted down again as if on wings of air to settle into the cloud-like bliss of afterglow. It was incredible beyond the ability of mere words to convey. And yet as deeply satisfying as it was, neither were quite ready for it to be over.



It seemed they had similar feelings and thoughts to act on them, seeing as Rick's fingers still stroked inside her wet slit and toyed with her clit even as she worked his shaft lightly with fingertips and nails. She was pleased to note that he hadn't softened fully and was in fact starting to regain his erection. She smiled, and asked him if he was up for one more round. She kissed him happily when he responded with an enthusiastic yes.



Still, he paused suddenly, seeming nervous as he queried her.



"Umm, I was wondering, you uh seemed to really like it when I played with your butt... have you ever by any chance umm...?"



He trailed off sheepishly then, blushing, and it was so adorable to Phoebe that she softly squeed inside. This powerful man, this werewolf, was reduced by her sexual power to like unto an apprehensive adolescent kissing a girl for the first time. She knew she was good, but having it confirmed so strongly by someone she was so deeply attracted to was quite a rush. It was just one more way in which he made her feel so good and it only deepened her growing affection for him. He was something special, and the thought that it didn't have to end made her head swim. She didn't want to get her hopes up too quickly nor become too attached too fast and end up hurt, but she could easily see herself falling for him in the not too distant future. She'd have to be careful to make sure they were on the same page as to what they wanted in the future, and she could adapt accordingly, but it was simple human nature for a person to think of hopes of love when making a connection with someone with whom they fit together so well. Still, that was tomorrow, and tonight was far from over.



Instead of answering his question, she turned away to fumble in her little toy drawer by the bed and find a tube of lubricant, handing it to him with a coy smile and then rolling on to her stomach to present her luscious ass to his hungry gaze. She smiled that same coy smile back over her shoulder at him as she met his eyes with unspoken invitation.



He was clearly in a state of shock and awe as he blushed and stammered, asking if she really meant what he thought she meant. Again it was charmingly adorable to her how she could melt this strong man into a nervous puddle with the power of her sexual wiles. In response to his question and it's unspoken request, she softly smiled and nodded, keeping her eyes locked on his.



"Yes, I mean it... you can fuck my ass."



He was stunned for long moments, overwhelmed by the erotic power of that offered fantasy about to come true, and then his face lit up like the proverbial kid on christmas as he made ready to unwrap his present. This he did by spreading her asscheeks with his hands and burying hs face in the narrow cleft between them, licking the length of it and focusing that attention slowly but surely on her tight little puckered rosebud which he didn't stop until he'd buried his tongue in her tight little ass. She moaned out hard as her body clenched in pleasure, gripping down on his tongue in her most intimate and taboo portal. Always the licking before the sticking for him it seemed, and as he raised his hand to her triangle to find her slit and clit with his fingertips, Phoebe could only approve. Yeah, he was a keeper. And it was only going to get better from there.



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Rick could hardly believe it. Even as he happily gave her the rimjob, feeling almost as much as hearing her moan and shudder with pleasure as he pushed and squirmed his tongue inside her clenching little pucker, it's scent and taste immaculately clean and bearing only the soft accent of her womanhood. Even as he lifted from it to kneel behind and above her, straddling her thighs as he applied the thick, slick lubricant to his cock and the cleft of her ass. Even as he rubbed more of it into her tight sphincter, even as he pushed first one and then a second finger into her ass and worked them to make sure she was good and lubricated inside and out. Even as he applied a little more to the head of his dick just to make sure and then rubbed it up and down the crack of her ass and finally settled it against her tightest and most intimate hole, pressing softly against it. Even through all that, he could hardly believe what was about to happen and her words, delicious to his ears like sweetest honey, echoed in his mind.



"Yes, I mean it... you can fuck my ass."



His soon to be ex-girlfriend hated this kind of sex. She'd tried to get used to it, tried to learn to like it, but she never could and so he'd stopped asking. Every once in a while she'd offered to try again, but they both knew it wouldn't work. She just wasn't built for it, it seemed, and even when she insisted on giving it to him for his birthday he felt guilty about loving it so much and feeling so good from it knowing that at best she only tolerated it. Still, the feeling was like nothing on earth to him and the desire never waned. He simply denied himself for the other 364 days of the year rather than subject her to something she got no pleasure from and wasn't ever truly comfortable with. She knew he was missing out on something he deeply desired and tried to talk him into doing it for his sake from time to time, but he couldn't do that to her knowing she didn't like it. And so, aside from his birthday when she wouldn't take no for an answer, he did without.



Phoebe was different. She'd known what he wanted without even being asked, only hinted at, and said yes without hesitation and with no small amount of invitation and anticipation. She wanted this, maybe almost as much as he did. The very thought of it was a dream come true.



She didn't prove him wrong as she moaned in deep pleasure in time with his own as he slowly pushed, giving a little gasp as the head finally popped inside. After long moments of waiting, holding still to let her adapt, she smiled and asked him what he was waiting for and he began to slowly but surely push to the hilt in her unbelievably tight ass. He kept expecting to have to stop to let spasms of clenching pain subside in her before continuing, but she never made a whimper as he sank inch by inch into her hot and vice-tight rectum until he was fully seated in the depths of her very bowels. Only then did he pause again, to let her adapt to his size within her as well as let him calm a slight amount so he didn't blast into her near-immediately. Soon enough she was looking back at him again with those eyes sparkling and saying again those words he longed most to hear.



"Ok I'm ready... do it. Fuck my ass...!"



It was hot enough to make him want to come on the spot, but he fought down that urge and concentrated his will on the wondrous task at hand, bending down over her to lay atop her, arms around her and legs straddling her as he began to slowly fuck her incredible ass. Beginning with tiny thrusts that were more like simply grinding his hips, he gradually withdrew more on each stroke until he was slowly but powerfully thrusting in and out of her perfect bottom. He was fucking her ass, and she was loving it! Her moans and sounds of encouragement to give it to her, as well as the reactions of her body as the waves of sexual pleasure flowed through her, proved it. If he was somehow even luckier, she might even come from it. For him, there could be no more powerful fantasy and now it was really happening. They were having buttsex and she was as into it as he was. The very idea of that was almost as intensely erotic as the sensations on his cock from her gripping anal passage. He was in the bowels of heaven, buried in bliss in the rear entrance of his lover.



For Phoebe, it was like being fucked in her deepest soul. He was not a small man by any means, though he was more remarkable in thickness than in length, but she knew intellectually that there was only so deep in her he could actually be and yet it felt to her like he was pushing into the very center of her body. He'd felt satisfyingly big in her little pussy, to be sure, but this was on a whole other level. He knew what he was doing, too, never moving too fast or rough to hurt her or to cause her to loosen on him but also not being so gentle as to not satisfy her urge to be well and truly assfucked. Instead he found the perfect balance and rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, not too hard and not too soft. He'd proven his skill and attention to her needs before, in her front and center, but to do so in back too was again taking it to a whole different level Anal sex was so easy to get wrong and yet he was getting it perfectly, pleasurably right and she was loving every buttfucking minute. So tight was she welded to his shaft pressed within her that it felt like he might pull her inside out on every withdraw stroke, and like he might push himself up into her chest with every thrust buried balls deep in her bowels. It just didn't get better than this, and if he held out just long enough she'd be coming from the overwhelming feeling of being wonderfully and thoroughly sodomized.



This time there would be no pauses to break and lick her between changes of position and no position changes at all, in fact. Not this time. Maybe later, some other night after they'd had time to grow more accustomed to the intensity of the experience that came from anal coupling, maybe then they'd settle in to being able to pull back from the brink of climax and do it longer. This time, though, they were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the assfucking and there was no other path but straight on to orgasm.



Rick's willpower was like a thing of iron even though Phoebe could tell he was riding the ragged edge almost from the moment he'd first sank inside her bottom, and only through sheer effort he held back from toppling over that cliff. And so, Phoebe just let herself be lost in the pleasure, swept along like a barrel rider in Niagra Falls towards the inevitable moment of going over. When that happened, she would surely pull her over with him.



She couldn't have been more right as the moment came and she herself came, screaming out in orgasmic thrill as every muscle in her body tensed like a coiled spring and her already incredibly tight ass clamped down on him so firmly he couldn't move as it pulsed and gripped his shaft. Instead, he just pushed as hard as he could as he roared out like a lion and pumped thick, hot jets of maleness deep into her bowels. The mutual orgasm seemed to last near unto a full minute, a small eternity where all sense and reason were ripped from them and all else was replaced by only the blinding, mind-searing totality of ecstasy that flooded their entire being. In that moment they were the orgasm, their entire selves the moment of oneness that was their sex. It was literally transcendent.



Neither had words as slowly he softened enough and she relaxed enough for him to pull free from her ass and they rolled over to their sides to press close together, his arms wrapped around her and his manhood still nestled between her asscheeks. Neither had the stamina to stave off drifting into sleep, warm and content and together. Neither could imagine being any more blissfully satisfied.



Whatever dreams might come to them that night, they would be hard pressed to top what had happened in that bed while they lay yet awake.



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