Illmet By Moonlight

Guten freakin' tag, party people. I don't really know what to tell you about this little shorty. All I can say is, I see potential in it and I may create future chapters; mayhaps I shall even make it into a real story. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Don't worry about not getting some nice scenes in, though, if I decide not to continue this. There's plenty of goodies in this chapter, I promise!

Review and maybe I can be swayed to continue... Ooo bribery, gotta love it...

- Pringles

P.S. I feel like such a newb but...if anyone knows how to make those pretty little breaks between, say, disclaimers and the actual story, ya know, those nice lines? Let me know, pretty place with melted chocolate and cherries ontop? Danke danke...

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The gorgeous black haired woman with the eyes of ice.

Rogue had been hunting for her for days. She had been set with the mission of killing the beauty. The assassin, however, caught one whiff of her scent, and knew that it wouldn’t just be a kill and run.

She could hear her heartbeat in her ears once the scent was at its strongest. And now there Rogue was, creeping amongst the underbrush as she was the closest she had ever been to her target. She could feel occasional thorns pricking at her skin yet felt nothing at all. Her mind was focusing on the lithe form before her, glowing orange eyes fixed on her every, graceful, sensual move.

She was tall; not quite as tall as the 5’11’ assassin, but the height was matched as long as she sported the steel toed knee-high boots. Her wavy black hair blew behind her as a slight breeze picked up, drawing her scent closer to the lurking Rogue. She shivered, watching the silky strands flow along the air as her exotic aroma flooded her sensitive nose. She felt a warmth between her thighs. The scent was laced with arousal. It would be a shame to just kill the gorgeous woman.

And her body, lean and toned and beautiful. She looked so lethal and seductive, all in one package. She was the perfect femme-fatale. She was draped in a black latex trench coat that acted as a second shadow, but as the wind blew it softly Rogue could see the voluptuous curves all the better. And to boot, she was only wearing a red and black sports bra and a pair of incredibly baggy black jeans covered in chains, zippers, pockets, and studs. The warmth between Rogue’s legs intensified as she longed for those pants to fall. It seemed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them.

Her piercings glinted in the moonlight; one in her lip, five in each ear, and one in her septum. Rogue counted. And even in the darkness she could see ink etched across her chest, portraying a bat. Above that was a black collar sporting a chain and a lock.

It was all too much for Rogue. But there was one thing that stood out and made her want to fuck herself as she crouched there.

Her eyes were the most incredibly shade of blue she had ever seen, pale and seemingly glowing. And the black eyeliner only accentuated that, as did the black paint of her pouty lips. Rogue felt lost in them.

Normally, she was a skilled assassin. Always cool and never one to get excited, even as the thrill of the kill set her blood boiling and her sex raging. She was an assassin. This was her job, and she felt a certain duty to be very professional about it. But this case was different. She had never been sent to kill something so beautiful.

But orders were orders. The feel of the pouch carrying the first half of the gold and jewels that was her payment was a reminder of this.

On that note, Rogue pounced.

But the woman had been expecting her. Dammit, she hadn’t been careful enough. As she thrust her claws down where the woman had stood, she realized all too late that her prey had dodged and had kicked at her ankles. The kick caught her first leg, but that was all Rogue needed to know to jump at that very second. A narrow escape, and it filled her with only a moment’s doubt.

She spun to attack but found that the woman was a good distance away, crouched in a defensive position with her head bowed. When she lifted it, a smirk played at the corners of her luscious lips and danced in her iridescent eyes, a few strands of raven hair hanging in her face. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Her voice was silk on Rogue’s ears, sporting undertones of a German accent. But she couldn’t let this distract her. “You were expecting me, then?” Rogue replied, hoping her own German accent would throw off her prey. Rogue lunged once more, slashing her claws through air as the woman dodged each one, though narrowly.

“Of course. I knew they wouldn’t just let me walk off like that.” She tried to strike back with a fist but Rogue leaned to the side to avoid it, standing easily on the toes of one bare foot.

She cocked a pierced eyebrow and smirked. “Not bad.” Rogue spun to kick her legs from underneath her, just as she had tried moments before, and grinned as she thought she had succeeded. But the woman landed on one hand and kicked her across the face.

Rogue tumbled back until she had bent down and secured a hand on the damp forest floor.

“I knew they’d send an assassin after me,” she continued her story. “I’m an assassin, too. That’s why I’m surprised I never detected you tracking me.”

Rogue grinned, a fanged, wild grin. “I’m good at what I do.” She sprung forward again for a punch to the jaw, but the woman caught it. Tried again; that fist met the same fate. The two stood, gritting their teeth in effort, occasionally trying for a knee or a kick, but each being anticipated and blocked. “You’re not bad yourself.”

“I’m Rogue.”

“Necra.”

They exchanged arrogant smiles.

It was clear they were both, as cliché as it was, fairly evenly matched. Things would have to get a bit dirty. Rogue leaned in closer until their bodies pressed against each other. The swell of her D-cup tits against her own C’s reminded her why this was a bad idea. “You know…” Rogue murmured, her lips but an inch away from the others. “It wasn’t hard to track you, smelling like that…”

Necra knew that this wasn’t a comment on body odor in the least. She knew damn well what she was talking about. And that one comment made the woman realize what her assailant was. “Werewolf,” she hissed.

Rogue’s smirk deepened, and she shifted slightly, almost rubbing against the woman. “Fuck yeah.” She could feel the other woman’s grip on her fists weakening from the distraction, and truth be told, Rogue was too distracted herself to do anything about it. Their lips finally connected, softly for a moment, before it turned fierce and they practically crashed into each other. Rogue’s tongue traveled along the smooth surface of a deadly fang and in the mad rush was cut. Immediately blood seeped to the surface and was lost to the woman’s mouth. This must have been a big deal to Necra, for she released Rogue’s fists and slipped one hand up her black wife beater and secured the back of her head with the other, fingers tangling in the mass of long neon-green hair, making sure the werewolf wouldn’t leave. Rogue couldn’t help but elicit a soft moan.

The animalistic side of Rogue rose to the surface immediately, and she shoved Necra onto the ground below them, lying on top of her to continue the kiss. Though Necra showed that it felt good, she squirmed and put up a fight. But the werewolf wasn’t about to let that happen, especially now that she had realized that the hunted was a vampire. And quite frankly, the fight she put up was half-hearted. Rogue had smelled her heat since she started tracking her; the vampiress needed this or else lose control completely. The taste of the canine’s blood hadn’t helped.

In one fierce moment, Rogue had torn through Necra’s bra with her vicious fangs, revealing the largest pair of tits she had ever seen. It sent a shock of warmth straight to her pussy on impact, and she lunged forward to take one erect nipple in her hot mouth, her hand sliding up the vampire’s smooth abdomen to tease the other. Necra gasped, arching her back to bring the werewolf closer and using both hands to hold her head to her tits. Rogue licked and sucked, occasionally teasing with her elongated fangs. The smell of the vampire’s soaking pussy flooded her senses and drove her mad. It was all she could do to stay at her chest. But she needed to; what fun was it without proper foreplay?

But Necra didn’t approve of the teasing. “Please, you don’t understand…”

Rogue lifted her head. “You don’t know werewolves very well; of course I do. You’re in heat.”

She scoffed. “You make me sound like an animal…” Rogue shot her a dirty look.

The desperation sparked in her eyes once more, and for a moment it was apparent in her voice. “Please…” She let her head fall back onto the ground. She must have been holding out for a while, fighting her own body with sheer will. And Rogue couldn’t help but sympathize. And the desperation was only making her hornier. To Necra, she was just a tool to keep her sanity in check. To Rogue, it was quite the opposite.

With the abruptness and ferocity that she liked to sport, Rogue tore the vampire’s pants down and off. She was right; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The smell of her heat fully exposed hit her so suddenly she could feel her boxers getting even wetter. She dove her head between her legs, using her tongue to part her lips before taking a quick lick. She could feel Necra tense up and gasp, followed by an almost relieved moan. Satisfied with the reaction, Rogue flicked her tongue against her clit, repeating the action with no sign of being gentle. She was driving the vampire wild; she squirmed and dug her claws into the dirt. Smirking, the werewolf plunged her tongue inside of Necra, tasting the sweet essence of her throbbing pussy. As much as she loved it, she had other things she wanted to do before her prey came, and it was clear that that would be soon. Either she was really good, or the vampiress had just been too deprived. Or both.

Rogue raised her head, and before Necra could even finish making a whimper of need and confusion, shoved three fingers into her waiting pussy. Necra opened her mouth but no sound came out. She was so wet there hadn’t been a struggle at all. Rogue began to thrust mercilessly, each thrust faster and deeper and harder than the last. Necra’s giant tits bounced in time with Rogue’s fingers, and the werewolf couldn’t help but lower her head to attack a nipple with her mouth once more. She slipped in a fourth finger, her frantic moans hitching in the vampire’s throat. Once the shock had settled in, verbalizing her appreciation became easier. Rogue grinned and used her thumb to rub Necra’s clit, at first gently so as to make the vampiress breathless. But just as quickly as she had started, the gentleness was replaced with force and the vampire went wild, holding out only a little longer before cumming right then and there.

As she lay there, chest heaving with each breath, Rogue slid up the length of her slender body and whispered in her ear, “I think you and I could be of great use to each other.”