Lunavania [MF] [Vampire] [Werewolf] [Fantasy]

Beneath a full moon, deep within the underbelly of the city, creatures of the night stir. Vampires, werewolves, demons… the usual suspects. There are clans of them, each staying generally quite within their own boundaries. However, there are two unique soloists in this part of town – Muriel, a Tribrid of human, lycan, and vampire blood, and Elliott, a Tribrid of human, vampire, and demon blood. Both have all the strengths of their heritages, with none of the weaknesses save for the bloodthirst.

Elliott’s thirst was particularly powerful – he did have a strangely large percentage of vampire in him, and the hunger had a tendency to overrule his other senses. It was on one of these bloodthirsty nights that he would roam the streets, ready to bite into anything and anyone that crossed his path – and that was when he encountered Muriel. There wasn’t a sane thought in his head as he lunged towards her. He could sense *something* irresistible coming from her general direction, and he wanted it. It was an ocean of this manic, hungering thirst.

She dodged his hands as they tried to grab her, running down a nearby alley to hide. It wasn’t to much avail, as he slinked out of the shadows behind her, one arm wrapped around her neck, the other tight around her waist.

“Found you…” he whispered, tracing her exposed neck with his tongue. Without an ounce of patience he sank his fangs in, quickly grimacing and retreating from the red stream. He stepped away from Muriel, a mix of confusion and disgust in his expression. “Eugh… not human. Not fully. Bleaghk…”

“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about you biting me.” Muriel said. Her wound quickly closed. Elliott sighed, raising an eyebrow at her.

“So, what are you?”

“Tribrid. Lycan Dhampir.” Muriel replied. Elliott hummed.

“That explains the… sour taste. Lycan blood is particularly sour.” Elliott said, examining Muriel. “You don’t really… look much like a Lycan.”

Muriel stepped into full view of the moonlight. Her reddish hair turned white, black claws growing from her nails and her pale hazel eyes taking on a more beastly, golden hue. A furred ear poked out from her auburn mane, twitching as the wind whizzed past.

“How about now?”

“Now I see it.”

“You seem awfully calm meeting a Tribrid. If everyone else were that calm, I might go around advertising it more.” Muriel stepped out of the light, taking a step towards Elliott. “You smell… like… wait, that can’t be right… demonic Dhampirs don’t exist.”

“You should have more confidence in that Lycan nose of yours.” Elliott remarked. Muriel suddenly heard his voice bouncing around the walls of her mind, echoing within her skull. *”And I do exist, thank you.”*

“Get out.” Muriel forcefully ejected Elliott from her mindscape, with enough force to make even his physical form seem a little hurt. “I’ve met Lycans who could latch onto my mind better than that.”

“Rude.” Elliott snapped, rubbing the back of his head. He thought briefly, then noted Muriel’s eyes. Her pupils were slitted, even outside of the moonlight, and her fur wasn’t fully subsided. “I’ve seen enough, though. I know something about you. It only took a couple minutes and I already know how to break you.”

“You… don’t know *anything.*” Muriel growled, turning up her nose towards him. Elliott simply walked towards her, brushing the back of his finger against her cheek, his eyes piercing into hers.

“I know…” He leaned down towards her ear, tucking a red wave behind it and whispering, “*You’re in heat.”*

He stood before her, giving her a wink with a mischievous glint in his eye. Something that Muriel’s Lycan senses had failed to account for, he wasn’t just part *demon*, he was part Incubus. He had a natural sense for this kind of heat. If anything, he had an affinity towards it – it could be just as satisfying as blood if he played his cards right. All she needed to do was play the game with him.

“*I can take care of it for you, if you want*~” he circled Muriel, the caramel of his voice slowly infecting her mind. “I know how *bothersome* it must be… and judging by how much fur is still showing up, you’ve been unsatisfied for quite some time… *is that right, love?”*

“W-why are you-”

“Offering? Mm, I don’t know… does it matter? You know you can’t really refuse it at this point… not with how pent up it is inside you… I’ll promise you this, on my life, Miss…”

“Muriel…de la Sangue.”

“My good lady, Miss Muriel de la Sangue… I, Elliott de Rouge, swear on my life that I will not kill you. If that’s what it is that’s irking you, consider it remedied.” Elliott said, slashing the back of his hand with a claw.

“I…” Muriel was unsure how to feel – he was right, she had been burning up inside for quite a while now, and there was an opportunity right here… at this point, to burn further would be a fate worse than death anyway.

“Still weighing your options?” Elliott said with a slightly amused sigh. “Okay, let’s frame it like this: we’re both Tribrids. Do you think the general population are the kind to make offers to either of us? No. They usually try to kill me, and considering your instinct is to run, they’ve tried to hurt you as well.” He raised a hand, observing Muriel’s tufted ears flick back in panic. “…and they’ve succeeded…”

“You… you’re really a demonic Dhampir? Not just a regular one trying to take me out?” Muriel asked.

“Still don’t believe I am?” He replied, stepping back. He relaxed his fists, breathing in the night air for a semblance of calmness. A small pair of antlers emerged from his skin, sleek and forward-facing, though much of the aggressive nature of them had been diluted by his mixed heritage. A scaled black tail with a heart-shaped spade snaked around Muriel’s waist, pulling her slightly closer to Elliott. He unraveled the snakelike appendage, lightly tapping her nose with the spade. “I exist. It’s an unlikely feat, I know, but I do.” He noted the slight pink hue on Muriel’s cheeks, a color owed to the little bit of humanity she carried. The blush seemed to deepen as he kept their eyes locked. “You’re adorable.”

“Wh- *adorable!?* What part of-”

“The blush. It’s cute on you.” Elliott fondly remarked.

“Y- you’re… blushing too.” Muriel chirped, noticing that Elliott’s cheeks were also reddening. He seemed amused by her observation. He didn’t bother trying to hide the hue.

“Guess that proves both of our… partial humanities, hm?” Elliott said. Muriel thought about it, nodding in agreement. “So, I’ve proven myself as what I claim to be… that should be quite comforting to you.”

“Oddly enough, it… actually is. I’ve never met someone like me who wasn’t dead.” Muriel said, leaning into Elliott’s chest and catching him off guard. He wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her auburn mane. “My verdict… about your offer, that is… I’ll take you up on it. Even if you did try to kill me it wouldn’t hurt as much as I already am.”

*”Perfect.”*

Elliott clasped Muriel’s hands, and the pair vanished in a plume of darkness, souls whizzing through the winding shadows of the city, between bricks and underneath power lines, slipping into an unlit yet tidy loft. They arrived in a burst of auric smoke that disappeared as quickly as it had manifested.

“Can’t say I’ve ever seen a regular Dhampir do that.” Muriel commented. “Didn’t know that’s what it felt like.”

“It’s a little weird at first. You get used to it.” Elliott said, brushing off a small cloud of shadow sticking to his arm. He watched as Muriel shed her jacket, catching the garment with his tail and hanging it up on his chair. He noticed the way her Lycan traits would flare up as her body poked in and out of the moonlight that streamed into the room.

“I swear, I- usually I have full control over whether or not my fur shows up… but I can’t now, not when I’m burning up like this.” Muriel sighed, fidgeting with the silver-black fur manifesting on her hands. She ran her hands across her arms, suddenly jerking and slicing through her camisole, leaving it in shreds on the floor near her feet. With a snap of his fingers, Elliott removed her leather jeans before she tore them up too, sprinting towards her and tackling her to the bed. She didn’t resist, looking up at him with pleading hazel eyes. “Please…Elliott…”

Hearing her speak his own name set his heart alight. He’d done this deed quite a few times, but even when they knew his name, no one had ever bothered to remember. Although he was part Incubus and not inclined to care, he was indeed only *part* of it. The rest of him wanted to be appreciated. He hadn’t even begun quite yet and Muriel had shown him more respect and appreciation than anyone before her. Even though this commitment was a bit of a business transaction at the moment, he had a feeling that he wanted it to be something a little more intimate by the end of it.

“You’re… really, really warm…” Elliott noted, shuffling off his jeans with the help of his tail. Muriel could only muster up a whimper in response, her eyes set on Elliott’s pale face. “Are you ready?”

Muriel frantically nodded, covering her face with her hands when she felt Elliott’s touch dance across her torso towards her thighs. The hellish flames within her were already fading with just the touch of his skin against hers. Elliott slipped inside her with ease, aided by the slickness of Muriel’s heat. He watched the way she flinched slightly as he disappeared within her – her reactions spelled out unfamiliarity. It was her first time.

Elliott gently pried her hands from her face, cradling her flushed cheek and giving her a reassuring gaze.

“Don’t hide,” he whispered, running his black claws through her hair. “You’re so cute when you blush… I want to see it.” He noticed the way she fumbled with her hands, unsure where to put them. “You can hold onto me, love.”

Muriel’s hands quickly flew up, interlacing behind Elliott’s neck. The blush on her cheeks began to wander across her neck and shoulders as she felt Elliott move within her. Elliott could sense unspoken words on her tongue, lips parted as if to speak, but only allowing silence to escape. There was a yearning in her eyes.

“Let me in.” Elliott said, lightly tapping her forehead with his finger. She closed her eyes, opening her mind for him to wander. She could feel him poking around, especially in the corner of her mind that harbored her undisclosed desires. She jolted when she felt him quickly exit, opening her eyes to see an expression riddled with surprise on his face. “Wh- are those really yours? Not someone else’s?” Muriel slowly nodded, turning her head away and lowering her ears in shame. Elliott quickly turned her back up towards him, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve heard that Lycans like it rough… I didn’t know it was true. Are you sure that’s how you want to do this for your first time?”

His answer came in the form of a wagging tail brushing against his skin underneath him. He shrugged, letting out a quiet chuckle.

*”Okay. Rough it is.”*

Elliott grabbed Muriel’s hands, pinning them down while his tail widened the gap between her legs. Muriel gasped as she felt him pull back and roughly slam into her, digging her claws into the back of Elliott’s hands. She tilted her head back, her silence beginning to crack as Elliott began to thrust into her. He had metronome accuracy, hitting the perfect spot with a perfect rhythm. He wasn’t breaking a sweat – not just because he wasn’t quite human, but because he seemed to actually be gaining energy from it.

“Y-you’re part Incubus!” Muriel squeaked. “That’s why you offered!”

“Guilty as charged,” Elliott said, the pace of his hips unwavering. “Don’t be mad. We both get something out of this.”

“I’m not mad, I- I’m just surprised.” Muriel said. Her train of thought was derailed when Elliott’s tail unraveled from her leg, slithering across her chest and wrapping around her neck instead.

“Just giving you what you want, love. Lips can lie, but the mind can’t.” Elliott said, watching Muriel’s eyes flutter and roll back.

Muriel’s mind was in overdrive. The hellish heat had left her and was replaced by a foreign yet welcome fire. It didn’t burn like the damn heat did. It was invigorating and full of life and passion. And with him, perhaps due to his Incubus blood, it was addictive. Elliott released her neck, gently massaging her breasts with his tail as she caught her breath. He slightly slowed his pace, met by a frantic whine from Muriel.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you…” Elliott chuckled. He wrapped his arms around her, rolling onto his back so that she was straddled on top of him. Muriel nearly keeled over onto him, overwhelmed already by the new angle. Elliott’s tail snaked around her wrists, locking them by the small or her back and keeping her sitting up straight. He wrapped his hands around her waist, gently lifting her up a few inches and giving her a cheeky grin. “Your fantasies are my command.”

He slammed her down onto his dick, reveling in the pleasured howl that shattered Muriel’s attempt at silence. He could see the gleam of a tear rolling down her cheek as she flung her head back, her mane of copper curls dancing with her. He lifted her up and forced her down again, this time bucking into her with everything he had.

“Elliott-!” Muriel gasped as Elliott steadily bounced her atop him. She looked down at the way her cunt completely enveloped him – it seemed to be just as hungry as she was. Even though she wasn’t part Incubus, she felt as fulfilled as he did… perhaps even moreso.

“Enjoying yourself, Muriel?” Elliott asked, admiring her dazed expression. Half-lidded eyes drunk on sensations that she’d never gotten to experience before, lips parted and waiting to scream for him again, and a blush as deep as the flavor of a fine Cabernet. He’d never seen anyone make a face quite so entrancing, nor so entranced.

“Fuck, yes… Elliott, I- I don’t think I ever want this to stop…” Muriel whined. Elliott’s heart fluttered when she said his name. “Please…”

“Ohoho, be careful what you wish for. If I did that, I might kill you.” Elliott said with a quiet laugh. He’d never gotten quite that strong of a reaction out of anyone.

“I think that’d be a good way to go out… dying in pure bliss…” Muriel sighed, locking eyes with Elliott. She was finally able to think straight, without hell itself trying to kill her from within. “You’re- you’re really pretty…”

Elliott’s cheeks glowed with a pink flush as he laughed.

“Thank you,” He said, amusement clear in his voice. “Can’t say I’ve ever heard that one before…” He reached up, gently scratching behind her furred ears. They twitched, Muriel’s enjoyment made apparent by her wagging tail again. “I think you’re very pretty too. Beautiful, actually.”

Muriel was too flustered to respond, hanging her head and relying on her hair to conceal her.

“You know when you’re the most beautiful, though?” Elliott asked, sliding his hands down to her waist and tightening his tail’s grip on her hands. She instinctively struggled against it for a moment, ears twitching with anticipation. Elliott licked his lips as he lifted her up, a serpentine smugness in his eyes. “The expression you wear when I break you, just the way you want to be broken. It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He slammed her down, forcing her to take his entire length again. He earned another howl from her as he thrusted into her, easing into a steady rhythm where his upwards bucks could coincide with her body colliding with his. He could feel her legs and arms trembling, realizing she was nearing her peak. He released her wrists from behind her back, letting her collapse onto his chest. He let go of her waist, wrapping his arms around her as he adjusted his legs to continue bucking into her. Her moans were growing louder and more desperate by the second.

“Elliott, fuck, I- I’m-”

“It’s okay, love. Let it all out for me.” Elliott’s voice was all she needed to let go.

“Oh my- fuck, Elliott- y-*yes~!”*

She howled and screamed into his skin as he thrusted into her a few more times, feeling her walls clench around him. She clawed against the sheets, tearing into them as she felt Elliott’s load within her. A warmth unlike any other, accompanied by a desperate wanting as he exited her dripping lips.

*”Good girl.”*

Muriel’s mind faded to black, with the last thing she remembered being Elliott’s hand stroking her hair. Elliott gently lifted her unconscious body and lay her on the other half of the bed, draping her with the comforter and huddling closer to her. He thought about what he’d seen in her mind earlier. Evidently the rumors about Lycans being freaks in bed were true, even for those who had never done the deed before. He suddenly remembered one other important detail that he’d seen floating in her mindscape – she had no home. He made a mental note to deal with that the next morning, wrapping his arm around her and dozing off with her.

The next morning, Muriel awoke with just the hint of the sun on the horizon, before the full sunrise. The sky was shades of pink and purple, with indigo and gray clouds filling the blank space. Muriel quickly realized where she was, and what had happened. She panicked, believing that Elliott had intended to send her on her way but passed out before he could. She shuffled slightly out from Elliott’s arms, met by him immediately grabbing her and pulling her closer to him.

“Muriel… don’t leave yet…” he drawled, evidently still asleep. She ceased her movements, allowing him to hold her close, and drifted back into a short nap.

A few hours passed before Elliott finally awoke as well. Muriel was under his arm in a peaceless sleep. He lifted his hand and gently tickled her ear.

“Muriel?”

She jolted awake, scrambling a few inches further from Elliott.

“I-I’ll leave if you tell me to, I- you probably wanted me gone last night–”

“And what if I tell you to stay?” Elliott asked, wrapping his tail around her and pulling her towards him again.

“You- you want me to stay? You didn’t want me out?”

“Muriel, if I wanted you gone last night, do you really think I would have tucked you in with me and held you the whole night?” Elliott said, cupping Muriel’s cheek with his hand. She thought briefly, then shook her head. “Exactly. Muriel, I’m part Incubus. I’ve done this before. Usually people would assume that since I’m the one that’s part Incubus that I’d be the one to leave the next morning. I’m not like that. I have feelings. I want to wake up the next morning next to somebody. I want to have those tender moments too. The kisses, the cuddles – I want to *love*, but everyone just wants a fuck out of me.

“Last night, when you said my name… I realized that you’re the only one who’s ever bothered to remember it. And I *loved* it. I loved hearing you say it. I loved hearing you *scream* it. Because that alone proved that you don’t see me in the same way everyone else did. *Disposable*. They see me as a good fuck and nothing else; do you know how much that hurts me? But you, you’re different… you… you appreciated me. At least, you appreciated me enough… to remember my name. And…that’s honestly the most appreciated I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

Muriel was speechless, only able to wrap her arms around Elliott in a warm embrace in response. He immediately returned it, feeling Muriel’s body still shaking. He gently rubbed her back, letting his hands roam up to her mane. He lightly scratched behind her ears, smiling as her shaking died down and she tilted her head further into his hand.

“Okay,” Muriel said, reaching up and gently brushing the back of her fingers against Elliott’s cheek. “I’ll stay.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I can tell you’re being sincere.” Muriel said. She nestled her head under Elliott’s chin, getting comfortable within his arms. “Oh- Elliott, one more thing… before I fall asleep again. Thank you… For last night. I suppose you’ve never heard that either.”

“Never,” Elliott said, planting a kiss on the top of Muriel’s head. “But I’m glad I got to hear it from you.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wqibyz/lunavania_mf_vampire_werewolf_fantasy