By J.K. Jones
As Elsa and I drove through the night back to the outskirts of Budapest, she sat in the passenger seat, her cool fingers idly sliding back and forth on my forearm. I focused on the narrow country lane we were following, still tired and slightly mind-blown from spending the afternoon engaging in all manner of kinky sex with two undead ladies, the pale, beautiful vampire Elsa, and her friend for centuries, the shy, leathery, but really lovely undead Egyptian mummy Jurrat. I came three, maybe four times, slid my cock endlessly in the cunts and asses, and then the mouths of both ladies, fucking them with all the gusto I felt, as they creamed and creamed through dozens of orgasms. They acted very appreciative of my hard cock, attacking me with relish (which made sense since neither had threesome like this in at least a hundred years, they told me later). However, they were also very much into each other, lapping at each other’s sopping cunts, sliding small fists into each other’s butt holes, and spanking and slapping each other’s tits as I fucked one or the other.
So for now, I was tired, Elsa seemed satisfied, and we drove back to her home in Budapest, for the most part quiet, but occasionally chatting about this nonessential or that nonessential topic.
“You really are extraordinary, you know,” she said. “I haven’t had a lover like you in longer than I can remember. You don’t seem nonplussed at all that you are fucking monsters.”
“Sexy beasts,” you mean. “This has been the best sex of my life. I wish the succubus hadn’t been so eager to head toward the light. I think you would have liked her.”
“No doubt,” laughed Elsa, her fingertips dancing on my arm. She leaned close and her cool tongue flicked my ear, bring up the small hairs on my nape. “I would have enjoyed watching you fuck her mouth. Maybe both of us could have sucked you at the same time, literally.”
That was food for thought. Chuckling, the two of us pulled onto a larger street, and before long, we were getting out of the car and heading into the side door of the hotel that Elsa ran, into her private rooms.
Later that night, lying together, after another bout of sex, this time more intimate and loving, and passionate, I was starting to get sleepy. Elsa was lying against me nude, her cool, pale body half covering mine, her slim leg draped across mine, her moist pussy something I could feel on my hip, her lovely breasts lolling against my hard torso, and her thick black hair a flowing wreath on my shoulders.
“I could get used to this,” Elsa said. “I might try to talk you into extending your stay here.”
“That would not be difficult for you,” I chuckled.
And what she said next should not have surprised me, but of course it did.
“I have another lover that I might share you with. She’s also quite,” and she paused. “special.”
I glanced down at my vampire lover. “Another one like you?” I tried not to sound too eager, but probably failed miserably.
She tittered, and slid a hand down over my cock, noticing it had jumped against the skin of her thigh. “You really enjoy the macabre, don’t you?” I cleared my throat guiltily and nodded.
“Lyrisa is not strigoi like me, and not undead at all, so nothing like Jurrat either. But she is not quite human either.”
I was intrigued. “Tell me more,” I said, my voice betraying my excitement, which didn’t matter anyway, since as a vampire, Elsa could intuit whatever I was thinking by simply reading my thoughts.
Lyrisa is a little of a recluse, like Jurrat. She lives on the outskirts, by herself. She is also somewhat older than you, but you couldn’t tell- she looks like she’s 25. And she is really beautiful, with long flowing hair and dark black eyes. She looks very much like a young gypsy lady.”
“So far, she sounds very pretty,” I said. “She is a lover?”
Elsa nodded. “We get together when she can. But sometimes years pass between our visits.”
“What is not quite human about her?” I asked.
“I think I would rather you see for yourself. I’ll give her a call tomorrow and see if she would like to have us visit.”
And so the next day, I found myself driving again with Elsa, this time headed south from Budapest instead of north, into some tall, dank forest on another narrow, dirt road. Elsa did the driving, and I sat beside, trying to contain my excitement. My vampire lover had sucked my cock a little when we first got into the car, despite it being parked in a semi public place behind her hotel, going down on my rising hardon, and sucking it expertly for about two minutes, licking her long vampire tongue around the shaft inside her mouth, and sucking with more pressure than I ever felt. All the while my hand had slid down her dress, and I was fingering her soaked snatch with three digits. Neither of us came though, because Elsa pulled off my cock, bent it down, and pushed it back into my pants, and then slid away from me on the seat, my fingers popping out of her juicy quim. “Just wanted to pique your appetite a bit, lover,” she said. “And mine. God, I’m horny. Let’s get going!”
Like Jurrat yesterday, Elsa’s friend Lyrisa lived in a house in the forest. But unlike the mummy’s quaint home, Lyrisa’s home was more like a small castle or chateau. I gaped in wonder at the beautiful rock walls, the large windows with soldered lead borders, the ivy growing up the place, the stone arch over the doorway, and then the huge wooden door, more like a gate, that stood before us as we walked through loose, crunchy gravel to the front of the house. There was a massive copper door knocker with the face of a wolf or bear, some beast with large teeth and wide gleaming eyes. “Come on, slow poke,” said Elsa eagerly, leading me to the door, and then rapping on the knocker. The sound echoed around us. Elsa grinned “She knows we are here. We don’t have to knock. I just did that for effect.”
The door opened, and there stood Lyrisa. She was the most beautiful gypsy I’ve ever seen, or at least she was what I thought of when I thought of gypsies- she was tall and slender and had thick wavy black hair down to her waist. She had a gorgeous face with a pert nose and large black-pupiled eyes. I noticed she had put on mascara and lipstick. Her body was slender and her arms seemed to curve with sinewy muscles. I abstractly noticed that she had large, high breasts. She was wearing a short red dress that accented her black hair. It was thigh length, and her slender, muscular legs were noticeable, particularly since she was wearing a pair of crimson slut boots up to her calves.
“Elsa,” she purred, and the beautiful black haired gypsy glided forward, taking the vampire into her arms, and the two kissed passionately, their tongues dancing with each other. That lasted just long enough for me to feel a bit awkward, like a third wheel, but then the two gals pulled apart, and Elsa was back on my arm. “This is Jay. He’s the finest male I’ve known in centuries. Jay, this is my lover and best friend Lyrisa.”
“Nice to meet…” I started, about to extend my hand to shake, but Lyrisa, who was extraordinarily agile, slid into my arms, lifted her face up to mine, opened her mouth and slid her tongue into my mouth, while simultaneously pulling me close, her two hands roving around my ass, and slowly sliding her damp crotch, barely covered with her dress, across my hip. I immediately began sprouting an erection as Lyrisa sucked on my tongue and teeth, and then the girl moved back deftly, looking up at me. “It is my pleasure to meet you. This randy bitch here,” she nodded at Elsa, “is exceptionally picky and demanding about men, so if you come here with the smell of her cunt on your fingertips, then I’ll assume you are well worth my time and attention.”
“I am Lyrisa,” she said. “Please come in. I gave the servants the day off, after they set out some hors d’euvres, so we have the whole house available for our fucking.”
I gulped, not sure what to think about her matter of fact tones, as Lyrisa pulled on my hand and brought me into her home.
“What has Elsa told you about me?” she asked. “Here in the east, everyone has secrets, but ours, of course, are much darker than most.”
“Um, that you are lovers, and you are special, and she hinted you are different, but she has basically teased me and kept me in the dark since last night.” I said. “Not that I’m complaining,” I added, for Elsa’s benefit.
“He’s been too busy fucking my cunt and ass and mouth to complain much,” explained Elsa. “We also got together with Jurrat yesterday and he long dicked her for the first time in two centuries, and she just about transcended from the pleasure of it.”
“Nice,” said Lyrisa. “She has a long tongue. I love it when she slides it into my butt.” Lyrisa turned to me, in the living room, looking at me directly in the eye. “Do you like a tongue in your ass, Jay?”
“Sure,” I said, “I mean, who doesn’t.”
“I’m very anal.” confided the black haired gypsy. “Much more than Elsa. She’d be happy to just be sucking a cock all day. But I need butt play. Here, let me show you what I like.”
With that, Lyrisa turned her back to me, and pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing a firm, round ass. She reached around with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, and there, proud and beautiful, was a little pink starfish asshole. She looked back at me. “Go ahead. Lean down and stick your tongue out, and just slide it into my ass. And don’t worry, I’m clean. I knew you were coming and cleaned myself out.”
Elsa giggled. “You come on a little strong, dear,” she said.
Lyrisa looked back at me quizzically. I shrugged. “Love to,” I said, and I dropped to my knees. My hands went up to the sides of her round plush ass, and as my face approached her crotch, I could suddenly smell the heady odor of her cunt. I intertwined my fingers on hers on her hips, and pulled the cheeks farther apart, and then as my view darkened from the assflesh covering my eyes, I slid my tongue right into the ass of a beautiful dark haired woman that I had met no more than two minutes earlier. She was quite clean and even tasted a little of cinnamon somehow, and began rimming her little asshole as she started moaning loudly above me. I felt, rather than saw, the cool frame of Elsa slide down between Lyrisa’s spreading legs, and then felt Elsa’s face near mine, our chins touching, as Elsa slid her very long tongue into Lyrisa’s cunt. We both worked our tongues for maybe a minute, and I felt Elsa’s dexterous hands unzipping my trousers and pulling out my cock. I couldn’t see anything, because Lyrisa’s asscheeks were jammed against my face as I pushed my tongue as far up her ass as I could go, almost feeling a small strain in the base of my tongue as I tried to get an extra quarter inch more into her tight butt canal. After a short time Lyrisa screamed with orgasm, and squirted about a quart of pungent girl cum all over Elsa’s and my faces, and then collapsed onto the floor, our tongues popping out of her slimy orifaces. Lyrisa’s red dress was soaking with spattered cum, and squirt juice was dripping off both the vampire and me.
“Holy Gods, that was masterful,” said Lyrisa. “I’m not sure we are going to make it to the bedroom. And oh my, look at that cock!”
“One thing, “ I managed, catching my breath.
“Yes?” said Lyrisa.
“What is it about you? You aren’t a ghost, not a vampire, nor a mummy. But you’re something special, aren’t you?”
“It depends on how you define special,” said my new ass-tongued lover. “I can shift.”
“Shift?” I said. “I don’t know what that is.”
“Yes you do, Love.” said Elsa. She looked over at Lyrisa. “Show him,”
And nothing I had seen yet prepared me for what happened next.
Lyrisa kept my gaze, and suddenly her body was moving, shaking, pulsating. Her color changed as hair or fur or something appeared all over her skin. Her face elongated little, and her mouth grew wider. Her eyes remained the same, and her long black hair still framed her head, but now like a main. Elsa reached over to pull off Lyrisa’s boots, then with her vampire claws, she shredded the red dress, and Lyrisa’s breasts popped out, each now as big as my head, capped with a dark protruding nipple. Her stomach fur was lovely, like peach fuzz, and then grew into a hairy pile at her crotch, and her cunt, which had been splayed open was still in view, pink, gorgeous, now animalistic. Her legs and arms had grown lankier, and were covered in fur, but still very recognizably female. She was basically a tall, furry, beastly woman, with a face that was wolfish, but undeniably beautiful. I looked down at Lyrisa’s hands as saw that they were still humanish- with fingers and nails, but they were black, on the backs and on the front.
I froze. I was looking at a sexy werewolf, a woman, with a wet spread out pink cunt, lying legs open on the floor in front of me, but everything else was dark and furry.
Lyrisa made a beastly purr and spread her legs a little more.
“She can’t talk when she shifts. Her voicebox changes. But she’s even more sexual, and you will know exactly what she wants.” Elsa told me, as she tugged off her own clothes.
“She is a werewolf?”
Elsa laughed. “Like me, she calls herself something else. I am strigoi, and she is Lupin. Her kind evolved from the dark Neanderthal shamans, who practiced twisted magick back in the caves, a hundred thousand years ago. Because of literature and now, movies, she would be misunderstood now to be what you call a werewolf. I call her a ‘shifter’. I also call her a shameless slut.”
“Um, what is she doing?” I asked, noticing that Lyrisa had slowly gotten up on her knees, and was turning around, and then was on all fours in front of me, literally doggy style, and looking back with her glimmering, beckoning eyes.
“She wants to rut,” Elsa said. “Let me suck on you and then you owe her a beastly ass fucking.”
[End of first half].
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/dpqc2p/threesome_with_a_vampire_and_sexy_werewolf_first
https://onehandedstories.com/sex-with-a-werewolf-shifter-sexy-beasts-series-episode-iv-part-i-of-ii/