Authors: Brittany White
Standing before me, back facing me was a soldier unlike any other. The scent that rolled off of them was sweet—almost like perfume and they weren’t the size of a regular soldier at all. They were big—bigger than I thought their uniform could fit them, and yet, I found myself enjoying the size. They wore a tight outfit of cameo, but part of their midsection was exposed. I knew it’d be too easy to kill them, so I figured that I could do them a favor and spare them since I had the choice.
I crept up behind the unsuspecting soldier, pulling out my knife to hold against their throat as I raised my foot to kick the gun out of their dangling hand. The solder flailed in my grasp and it was difficult to keep a hold of them, but digging into my werewolf muscle helped to keep them secure.
“Pl-please! Oh, please! Have mercy!” cried a feminine voice, making me stop for a moment.
Am I hearing things…?
“What was that, soldier?” I asked for confirmation.
“I… I…” The voice choked out, making me release my grip a little. “I don’t want to die…”
Oh my God! A woman… A woman…here? Of all the places. It’s weird. She doesn’t smell like them… She’s even feels warm.
I clicked my tongue disapprovingly. “Hey now, no one’s killing anyone.”
“Yeah…?” she asked weakly, now trembling in my hands.
“Yeah,” I replied as I pulled my knife away, but pulled her weapon to me with my foot.
Just in case you decide to change your mind…
I thought as I looked down at the pistol. She turned around to mouth the words, ‘
Thank you,’
but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Looking around at the other stations, I asked, “So, where is everyone else? Looks like it’s just you.”
She clutched her arm, looking away as she said, “Yeah, well… The guys said that they didn’t need the extra protection ‘cause I’d do well enough. No one goes after guys like them.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You say it like you’re not one of them either.”
For a moment, she looked as though she was stumbling through her options. I knew what the base was full of, blood sucking husks, but something about her was different. The way she carried herself and the way she looked at me with her big, blue eyes made something in me stir. Eventually, my gaze went past her eyes and down her body, checking every curve and perfectly shaped handle.
For the first time in a while, I felt my heart racing for something other than a kill or an order for my brothers and me. After spending all of my time with men, day in and day out, the lust kept in my wolf was begging to get out as shown by the growing bulge fighting with the fabric of my pants. A hand started to drift down to my zipper, but I snapped out of my daze when the woman said, “W-well, I might actually not be like them, but my brother is… He’s the whole reason I’m up here now.” She sighed. “I just wanted to help…”
This woman doesn’t seem so dangerous. If I distract her for long enough, then I’ll probably be able to get my boys in safely… How to keep her distracted…?
My mind searched for answers, but it kept coming back to her different features. Everything about her in that instance seemed to get my blood rushing from her golden blonde hair tied up under her hat to the breasts hardly concealed under her vest. Licking my lips imagining making the cute female drip for me, I finally realized what I’d been missing from the second I saw her.
Oh… I know just what to do…
“Heh, well… I think you were doing a pretty great job if I’m to be honest,” I said with a smile.
She perked up a little and asked, “Really?”
I nodded slowly, subtly adjusting myself from outside my pants. She giggled quietly. I added, “I couldn’t even see you. That’s why I had to come up here—to get a closer look.” Taking a step forward, holding my hand out, I said, “My name is Ross by the way.”
Hesitantly, she put her soft, warm palm in mine. “I’m Rose.”
I hummed and said, “Ah, Rose is such a nice name.”
Thanks to my enhanced vision, I could see the speckles of red dashed across her plump cheeks. “Th-thank you,” she choked out, uneasily putting all her weight on one leg and then the other.
“Damn,” I started to say in a husky voice, drawing nearer, “You act as sweet as you smell and as lovely as your name, Rose.”
Her eyes widened in alarm and my stiffness pulsed from inside of my pants.
“Y-you really think that…?” she asked with her eyes almost closing as my hands came up to caress her sides.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed in reply, one of my hands reaching to cup her cheek. I stroked it with my thumb as I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, holding the kiss just long enough for my fingers to slip up her shirt. Rose gasped into my mouth as I tease her right nipple with my finger tips and then the other, feeling the little nubs getting harder thanks to my tentative touch.
Rose pulled away from my kiss before I could sneak my tongue into her mouth, but she pressed her forehead against mine. Hoarsely, she whispered, “That feels good, Ross, but do you really think now is…?”
“I can’t think of a better time… I have to make up for startling you earlier, don’t I?”
I might just enjoy this more than you will, Rose. How many of these guys ask to lick you with their dirty little fangs, huh? Let me show you what a real man can do…
By the time Rose could giggle again, my hand fell out of her shirt and the finger tips dug at the lining of her pants. Nails grew into claws, my wolf lusting for more of her as the seconds went by. She squirmed in my grasp, and as I worked my way farther and farther, brushing my fingers past her slightly furred mound and teasing her lips with my hand I could already feel that she was ready for me—even without my tongue to make her hot or my fingers to stretch her.
A grin grew wider across my face and my cock throbbed, wanting so badly to be in her tight little snatch. Before I forgot to, I raised my hand to give the signal and my trained ears could hear the wolf shifters hidden in the forest dashing onto the base to start the attack. To keep Rose distracted, I undid her pants with the hand once cupping her face and with my other, I ran two fingers up and down her labia, feeling them getting wetter by the second. Her entrance gushed when I finally prodded it with my two fingers, but she started to catch onto the screams and shouts going on in the background.
“Hush, don’t worry about them,” I reassured her as I looked into her eyes. “It’s just you and me. They can handle whatever it is. They’re vampires, right?”
“I…I guess so…”
“There we go…”
Many years later…
Back when I was younger, a woman would usually be the victim of my morning cock-stab, but these days that honor belonged to my blanket. This morning was slightly different from usual, however. Since I had such a thick, long cock, it drooled near my thigh, but this time there wasn’t any sign of a wet spot. Stretching my arms out and letting out a yawn, I could really feel my solidness begging for some attention.
Each throb earned a stroke, but looking over at my alarm made me groan.
Ugh… He’s gonna be calling any moment now telling me what he wants. Last thing I wanna do is start jacking off only to get blueballed.
I growled and scratched my chest. It was always an odd thing to go to sleep as a wolf only to wake up as a man. The faint remnants of my dream had me believing I was chasing a few rabbits through a field, but as I started to come back the rabbits turned into soldiers and it was like I was in the war all over again.
Their pale white faces, the moonlight, and the mist. It was a confusing thing for me. At one end I hated it. I hated everything I’d ever done or been told to do, but at the same time I was one of the lucky ones. I was one of the survivors and my time in the war could forever be a part of the stories I’d tell my grandchildren. The time of the “glory days.”
Grandchildren when I don’t have so much as a fuck-buddy at my side…
I scoffed, denoting the thought as I swung my legs over and stretched them out.
Throughout my thoughts, my hard-on persisted. The blood of a shifter is said to be warmer than a normal person’s. Add in that I belong to the wolf shifting family and alongside the warmth, I have a libido to go along with it. It could be fun some days and a complete pain another. Either way, even if I found a woman that liked me, it was rare that she was able to keep up with me for very long. Not that I minded since I had variety, but sometimes I liked to think that just one would stay with me for one more night.
I shook my head clear of the thoughts and hopped out of bed. As I walked into the bathroom, naked, my cock bobbed with every step I took. Not realizing it, I ended up pawing at myself at every chance I got. My touch felt nice on the stiff rod, giving me just enough pleasure to keep me going and I earned a few beads of thick pre-cum from it. “Mmff, yeah…” I groaned purely out of lust, bucking my hips into my hand as I brushed my teeth.
One look in the mirror let me know how far I’d gone into letting the lust take me. The few streaks of grey in my otherwise jet black hair sat right above my fluttering eyelids. My mouth, surrounded by a thick outline of facial hair hung open, letting one hot breath escape after the other.
Before I knew it, I was standing in the shower, hand pumping my cock faster and faster as the hot water ran down my body. I moaned and groaned quietly, loving every second I took to handle my raging, tan and pink colored member. A hand squeezed out some soap and brought it down to my balls, washing them mid-fondle as my hand squeezed my shaft harder.
My breaths got shorter the more I played with my balls, rolling them on my palm, imagining a woman doing it for me. A nice, plump woman with soft hands and a smile on her face.
Oh yeah, baby… That’s it…!
I thought as I threw my head back, letting out one spurt and then another across the shower walls. I panted hard, hardly able to stand on my shaky legs. As my thoughts started to clear, the haze surrounding the woman’s face disappeared and all at once, I remembered who I’d been imagining: Rose.
“Gah! God dammit…” My thoughts to that of scorn against myself. “Fuck… Fuck…” I growled, washing the soap off of my spent sex. “Every time I do this I always think of her… Why?” It was a question I already knew the answer to, and yet, I asked it every chance I got nonetheless.
I stepped out of the shower just as my cellphone started to ring. Hastily, I grabbed a towel and rushed over, picking up the phone and answering by asking, “Yes, Jack?”
“Hey, Ross. You know I hate having to do this, right?”
I rolled my eyes, scoffing audibly for Jack to hear. “No one’s forcing you to. I don’t even know what you want.”
The man on the other end sighed, grumbling to himself for a few moments. I contemplated hanging up, but I didn’t want him calling at another time insanely early. “Listen… You’re the only guy I still know, that’s well, alive. You’re gonna have to do.”
“And what am I
doing
exactly?” I asked in a frustrated tone
“It’s not me necessarily… It’s my sister.”
“Your…sister?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I didn’t even know you
had
a sister.”
“Well, now you do! Anyway… I’ve been receiving some strange letters and emails lately. Most of them have to do with me, but I don’t care about that. A few of the newer ones have been targeting…her. I don’t want there to be any risk for her when I’m the one who made those enemies.”
“I see. So, what do you need from me?”
Jack sighed heavily. “I need you to look after her for me. Can you do that?”
It would be nice to have someone around the house again...
“Sure.”
“Wait, really? You’ll do it?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Great! She’ll be over tomorrow.”
“Okay what t—” Before I could finish my question, Jack hung up.
I hope she’s not as rude as him, at least.
Two knocks on the door helped me wake up from the couch. “Huh…?” I asked absentmindedly. “Huh…” I sighed, settling back down into the cushions.
Another barrage of knocks got me onto my feet out of reflex, but before I wandered over to the door, I made sure I was wearing pants first. After checking that my white t-shirt and blue jeans were on, I walked over to the door, opening it to find a tall, dark skinned man and a shorter, plump woman standing beside him.
The woman beamed with such intensity that I couldn’t help grinning a little. “Jack,” I said, turning my attention to him and nodding.
“Ross,” he replied, nodding as well. He gestured to the woman beside him and said, “Isabell.”
Isabell looked from me to him and then rolled her eyes. “Man, can you guys be anymore awkward? I’ll just let myself in if you’d be so kind.” She looked at me a certain way and I took a few steps to the side, letting her get in. From behind, she lugged in a few suit cases. My first thought was to ask her if she needed any help, but upon another thought, I figured that she had it handled.
Jack crossed his arms, now standing in the middle of the doorway. Isabell sat down on the couch behind me, presumably in the warm spot I’d left at one of the arm rest’s ends. “So, you think you can handle things, Ross? I’ll be coming by to check on you two soon. Just so you know.”