The XXX Connection: Tranquil — Indy McDaniel

Skaarj had been hunting the grey-white werewolf for a week.  The information he had on her said she was a transplant from Europe.  London, specifically.  Her name was Zada Baker.  Her age was harder to pin down, but all of his sources said she was damned old.  Older than him and, at nearly two-hundred, that was saying something.  It made her potentially very dangerous.

With the price tag on Zada’s head, Skaarj figured she was worth the risk.  He had a plan.  Well, not so much a plan, but he had a high-powered tranquilizer gun.  Guaranteed to stop a pissed off elephant in its tracks.  Or a pissed off werewolf, as the case may be.  He just had to get the old girl in his sights.  With his honed tracking abilities and a bit of luck, the vampire expected to have his prey shortly.

The plus side to hunting a ridiculously old werewolf was that they didn’t tend to keep a low profile.  Skaarj sat crouched on the edge of the rooftop.  He scanned the alleyway below, looking for his target.  There she is.  In all her glory.  Zada was in her werewolf form.  Her hulking form entered the alley, moving fluidly through the shadows.  For something so large, she moved gracefully.  Almost beautifully.

Still, her beauty was no match for the dollar signs flashing in Skaarj’s eyes.  He lifted the tranquilizer rifle to his shoulder and lined up his sights on the werewolf.  The gun bucked softly in his hands as he squeezed the trigger.  There was hardly a sound.  Down in the alley, the werewolf let out a yelp.  Her head turned to the dart jutting out of her hip.  She yanked it out and looked to the rooftop Skaarj squatted on.

Now to see if that sedative I paid so much for is worth a damn, he thought as Zada leapt onto the fire escape and climbed towards him with rage in her eyes.  She made it about halfway before her movements became sluggish.  She collapsed in between floors, sprawling across the metal steps.  Her large form shrank as she reverted to her human form as she sank into semi-consciousness.

Skaarj slung the rifle over his shoulder and hurried down the fire escape to claim his prize.  By the time he reached her, Zada was a whole lot smaller and much less hairy.  Skaarj froze, looking down at the nude woman.  Her reddish brown hair lay disheveled around her head.  Her chest rose and fell sluggishly.  She glared up at him through half-lidded eyes.

Looking down at her, Skaarj felt a confliction of feelings.  Maybe it was because of how old she was supposed to be, but he hadn’t expected her to be so stunningly gorgeous in her human form.  It wasn’t enough to make him forget about how much she was worth, but it still sent a flutter down his spine and right through his cold, dead cock.

The sedative would last for a while, at least it should.  He had time to play with his prey before delivering her to her new masters.  Contrary to popular belief, the werewolf slave trade was alive and well.  And quite lucrative.  Skaarj knelt down and reached out to Zada, cupping one of her medium-sized breasts and giving it a squeeze.  He could see the rage in her ice blue eyes flare.  “Tomorrow morning, you’ll be just another slave.  But tonight, you and me are gonna have a bit of fun.”

Zada’s legs were already splayed open.  Skaarj could smell her musky, earthy scent with a ting of arousal.  He wondered what she’d been up to before coming down the fateful alley.  “You werewolves and your obsession with being all natural,” he muttered, eyeing her thick patch of pubic hair.  He placed a hand over her crotch, feeling the heat of her snatch.  He rubbed a finger along her slit, feeling the slight moisture of her arousal.  As he rubbed, the moisture grew.  Zada managed to release a low growl from the back of her throat.

“Oh, c’mon,” Skaarj laughed.  “You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel just a little bit good.”  He pushed a finger into her, feeling her warm tightness squeeze his digit.  He leaned over her to kiss along her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth.  He flicked his tongue over her nipple.  Zada let out a hiss.  Skaarj looked up to her face, seeing the anger there struggling against the pleasure he gave her.  He chuckled and pushed his thumb against her clit.  Zada’s body jerked, the most movement she’d accomplished since the tranq took effect.

The werewolf woman’s pussy grew wetter.  Skaarj used his free hand to open his pants and pull his cock free.  He gave it a few strokes, looking over Zada’s body sprawled on the stairs.  Slipping his fingers out of her slit, he brought his hand to his face and licked at her juices.  “Pretty tasty for a mutt,” he commented before moving over her body.  He sank into her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her gripping orifice.  Zada’s eyes widened and she let out a ragged breath.

Creaks came from the fire escape as Skaarj fucked Zada, pushing her body against the cold steel of the stairway.  The werewolf remained limp, but he could see that she was enjoying his touch more than she wanted to admit.  Through the pleasure in her eyes, he caught fleeting glimpses of her hatred, promising to do terrible things to him as soon as the tranquilizer wore off.  He didn’t doubt it.  The fact that she was even still conscious was a testament to her strength.

“It’s a shame, really,” Skaarj commented as he thrust into her yielding cunt.  “Under different circumstances, we might have made a good pair.”  He shrugged.  “I don’t team up with werewolves.  Can’t trust your kind, as a rule.  You’re only loyal to your pack, if you’ve got one.  No non-lycanthropes allowed, either, right?”

Zada couldn’t respond verbally, but she didn’t have to.  Skaarj knew well enough how the werewolf community worked.  Sure, there were the odd lone wolves out there, but even they didn’t usually work with vampires.  And if they did, it was only for a short period of time and usually ended with one of the two being dead by the end of it.  Skaarj had lost an old girlfriend that way.  He’d tried to warn her.  Skyn never was very bright, he thought.

Skaarj’s hips bucked against Zada with more force.  The werewolf woman groaned.  So did the fire escape.  He wondered if the thing would collapse due to their coupling.  It didn’t seem entirely stable.  He shrugged it off.  If it happened, it happened.  He wasn’t about to stop now.  Feeling his climax nearing, Skaarj leaned forward, moving his face up to Zada’s.  He kissed her slack lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth.  She made a noise that sounded like disgust.

Skaarj grunted and fired his cold, dead seed deep into Zada’s body.  Pushing himself off her, his softening member slipped free of the werewolf’s cunt.  “Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” he asked the woman.  She only offered a cold gaze in response.  “I guess we’d better get moving.  Don’t want that sedative wearing off before we get where we’re going.”

The vampire scooped Zada’s limp form into his arms and slung her over his shoulder.  He climbed down the fire escape, a slow process with her dead weight burdening him.  Once they were on the ground, Skaarj exited the alley and carried Zada to a black van.  He dumped her in the back and got in, firing the vehicle up.  He looked over his shoulder into the back and gave the werewolf a friendly wink.  He pulled out onto the road and headed towards Zada’s final destination.

By sunrise, she’d have a whole lot more to worry about than him.  And he’d be a good deal richer.

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Indy McDaniel lives in Florida and has been writing stories since he figured out how to scrawl letters onto dead trees. He’s been featured in such anthologies as ‘Fem-Fangs’, ‘Leather, Denim & Silver’, ‘How the West Was Wicked’, and ‘Sinisterotica’. If you’re interested in reading more of his erotic works, check out http://deathstalker.libriserotica.com/. His Twitter handle is @steelcorpfilms.