She sat up on the old wooden chair in the basement, it was always basements, cellars or on occasions a dungeon, but that was the nature of the job, when you hunt the nightmares that lurk in the dark you expect to spend your time in dark and dingy places.
She stood and lent against the desk and looked over at the stone plinth in the corner and the man chained to it, each wrist and leg chained to a corner of it, he was naked bar for a pair of tight boxer shorts, she walked over to him, it had taken a lot to finally capture him, she had chased him over continents and oceans, watched him, chased him, fought him a few times, nearly died at his hands once.
She walked over to where he lay chained to the plinth and let her eyes work its way down his hard, lean well-muscled body, a Greek sculpture would of cried tears of joy over such a specimen if it wasn’t for all the scars he bore, the eternal war his kind seem to be embroiled with has taken its toll she thought, the lycans and the vampires had been at war for longer than humans could document, not that she cared, she hunted both of them.
He was an elder alpha, they had records going back several hundred years on him, he was strong, dynamic, beautiful and deadly, she had enjoyed the fights with him, it raised a smile thinking of it, she had to admit to herself, he thrilled her, she watched his scared well defined chest move with his breathing and felt something stir inside her, desire?, wont?, need?, no she knew what it was, it was lust, she wanted him and wasn’t surprised by it.
Her eyes wandered down his body again to his tight shorts, well he was certainly blessed in that department she thought to herself as her eyes carried on to the thick strong thighs he bore.
“I can smell you” you said in a gravely deep voice, his eyes still closed, she started slightly at the words, her heart beating and adrenaline released into her system heightening her senses, she managed to calm herself enough to reply “it’s been a hot night, I haven’t had a chance to shower yet”.
His eyes opened, they were yellow and seemed
to glow and chuckled, “you misunderstand my dear, I can smell your desire”, his eyes fixed on hers, a playful smile upon his lips, his sweat soaked skin glistening in the soft light, “it seems my time is up, if I am to be finished, then I want you to finish me properly” he whispered to her genuinely.
She looked at his eyes, the hunger and lust she felt could be seen in his as well, she looked over at his chains, strong, unbreakable, at his body, hard and firm, at the bulge in his shorts and smiled, she stepped over to him, leant forward and in a husky, voice said “I am going to fuck, I am going to do what I want to you, I am going to dominate you”.
He let out a groan of pleasure at the words, and she watched his hard, wet body writhe against the stone, she took a step back and peeled off her tight fitting top that hugged against her firm round breasts to reveal a red lace bra struggling to contain her, his eyes flashed in hunger as she used her thumbs to pull down her leggings and underwear, she could feel the excitement between her legs as she kicked off her shoes and pulled the leggings off completely.
She climbed upon the plinth and stood over him, one foot either side of his head, she looked down on him, he was looking at her lips and her smooth waxed pussy, a look of eagerness on his face, she lowered herself down upon him and felt his tongue slide up her lips to her clit, she groaned in pleasure as he lapped at her, tasting her wetness as she gripped his hair pulling him forward as she grinded her pelvis against his face, enjoying the feel of his tongue working her and the power and dominance she had, she slid her hand out behind her, gliding over his hard chest and stomach till she worked it inside of his shorts gripping his hard cock and moving her hand up and down it.
She could feel the pressure building in her so lifted herself up and turned around, she once again sat upon his face, feeling him teasing her with his warm tongue as she leaned forward and took his hard cock in her mouth, working his thick shaft with her lips and tongue while she gently squeezed his balls, she wondered how much she could take in her mouth and as she lowered her head he trusted his himself forward pushing his length into her throat making her eyes water and causing her to gag on his cock, she was beyond any girth she had took before and choked on his cock.
She raised her head and looked at his wet cock glistening in the light with her saliva on it, it looked huge and thick and she wanted it, she lifted herself of his face and slid herself down his body leaving a trail of her juice down his chest and , turned to face him, his cock in her hands her wetness over his face and chest, looked in his eyes and demanded “beg me to fuck you”, he gasped and breathed as he looked at her “please” he said “please fuck me”, she smiled at him, “good dog” and lowered herself on his throbbing cock, groaning as it filled her, taking delight in its size as he clenched his fists, arched his back and pulled the chains taught with his flexing biceps.
She rode him hard, grinding her pelvis backwards and forwards on his hard member, building up a hard pace as she could feel her lips gripping him and the throbbing build up beginning inside her, she went harder as she felt the quivering begin deep within her, the pressure delighting her as the fire ignited within and a hard climax began, she thrust herself forward, biting his bottom lip, moving around to his ear as he nuzzled at her neck, she was In a sexual frenzy, her mind filled with pleasure and joy as she came hard just as he bucked his hips and exploded within her and she collapsed upon him, both hot and sweaty, breathing deeply, “fucckkkk” she said, her whole body tingling with joy as she climbed off him, legs unsteady, heart racing.
Slowly she wandered over to the desk, the buzz of pleasure all over her and reached for the revolver, she turned as she checked the silver bullet within the cylinder and snapped it shut, “that was probably the fuck of my life, but duty calls, no hard feelings” as she raised the gun and aimed for his heart, he looked back, eyes yellow and fiery, an amused look on his face and a grin on his lips…… a wolfish grin, she didn’t hesitate and pulled the trigger, the retort was loud and left her ears ringing, she tossed the gun on the desk and walked over to the old basin to clean herself up, she could feel the mixture of them both dripping down her inner thigh and still felt the pleasant buzz about her, she turned on the taps to wash and looked up into the mirror and froze, all joy gone, only fear now as she looked in the mirror and noticed the small bite mark weeping blood upon her neck.
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