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 AFTER~DARK

   Author note: An avid fan of True Blood with a deep brooding hatred for
Twilight, this was bound to happen...  My own telling of the OTHER tales of
the Vampires and other supernaturals of the True Blood era, based in
Southern California with some newer supernaturals and my own forming of the
world around the phenomenon.  You'll see a little scroll below with a cast
for my female characters, (it's a quark, indulge me or don't read on, your
choice) I'm still quite new to this website erotica bit, so I'll try to do
a good job. .  Thank you for reading, and enjoy the world that spills forth
from my imagination.

   Cast Roran Wilder - (Lycan immortal 81 years old) Michelle Maylene -
Cleo (Vampire 500+ years old) Cherish & Cali Milton - Nonny & Fanny Wilder
(BloodBorn Lycan twins - 20 years old) April O'Neil - Millie Wilder
(BloodBorn Lycan immortal 38 years old) Kinzie Jo - Wanda Reed (Human 18
years old) Peach Model - Peach Wilder (BloodBorn 12years old) Cherish Model
- Cherish Wilder (BloodBorn 10years old) Penny Flame - Judy Wilder (Human,
29 years old) Jaena - (Vampire 147 years old) Marty Beck - (Shifter 23
years old) Bobby Olmstreg (Were-wolf 41 years old)



   *If you're ever by way of Good Ole 29Palms, lonely, anxious, and road
weary, just passin on through to the great Cities east and west of this
quaint desert town.  Well, there is only ONE place to be After~Dark*

   The AVL had no power in these desert hobbles like 29 Palms.  Too many
marines, too many drug addicts, sex offenders, any and all dregs mixing
with the states impoverished that needed a place to hide away from the
serious rat race that existed beyond the Morongo Basin.  This place was
perfect for ladies like Cleo and Jaena...ladies of the dark blood that
coursed through their undead veins.

   The two long time friends had a small Motley brood consisting of two
vampires (themselves), a handful of Lycans, a shifter, a werewolf, and two
humans.  Together this strange brew brought up the hottest club for
Marines, Civilians, and tourists who found themselves in this armpit of a
desert town in Southern California...The founder of the club was Jaena's
close friend and sometimes lover...Roran Wilder...this is his story.

   -------------------------.



   "Oh God!" The white trash blonde called out as I held her pins in my
palms, driving my prick hard between her wide-open milky white thighs. 
"FUCK!!!"

   I couldn't resist Wanda if I wanted to.  This girl was one of my
dirtiest desires kept deep down below for so long, that first sight could
only make me fall prey to her wiles.  Short, blonde, leggy, pretty, petite,
young, and white trash to boot...  something so arousing about trashy young
white girls from the inner cities or redneck hallows that made my
Cajun-Irish blood boil over!

   Reaching out, I took her tummy knotted tie-dyed t-shirt and balled it in
my fist tightly, my claws no doubt shredding the fabric as I continuously
hammered my pelvis into hers.  Wanda's cutoff blue jean denim shorts and
white cotton panties dangling off of her left ankle.  Her eyes closed and
mouth open in a curled smile with every heavy moaning breath she made.

   My intention of this visit had been for a simple blowjob, but that's
never enough with this little hussy.  If I'm not buried in her tight shorn
hairless wet teenage pussy, I'm going the rest of the day with a chip on my
shoulder.

   "Please woofy!  PLEASE!" she cried out in ecstasy.  "Make me cum, I'm
gonna fucking cum!  FUCK!"

   Goddamn it with that `Woofy' shit!  Nothing made my pecker want to fall
off and pack its bags with a fare you well asshole wave like hearing her
call me that.  I would have kicked her to the curb the very moment she
called me that the day Judy hired her, and I found myself behind the petite
trailer park whore in the liquor storage pounding her slutty `I swear the
first time didn't count' pussy (yeah that and the other fifty times "you
your cherry" before me) but god be damned if I didn't because of how sweet
her twat felt around my beast.

   "Knocked off the Woofy shit, hon, it's distracting." I told her,
twisting her around on Cleo's desk, sliding up behind her perfectly petite
round bubble butt.

   "Oh fuck, oh god, Woofy, fuck me Woofy, fuck me!" she yelled.

   With my intensely enhanced ability to hear, I could make out Judy's
chuckles on the other side of the door, knowing how much I hated that
`woofy' shit.  As my red hot cock made its way in and out of the teens
tight box, contemplating leaving a few "Love marks" along her back with my
ever irritated extending claws.

   "Mmmmm fuck, I'm cumming woofy, ooooh woofy, woofy, WOOFY!!" Wanda's
voice cried out as her pussy clenched and milked my cock deep inside her
womb.

   I grasped the back of her neck, growling as my seed burst deep inside of
her, annoyed by the Woofy, aroused by her naked nubile ass against my
pelvis as I thrust it deep and in.

   "Woofy!" she cried out alarmed "No, no, you're suppose to take it out
first!"

   Wanda clenched the desk with her fingers as I emptied my load inside of
her with stiff and quick thrusts, willing myself like hell not to bite down
on her shoulder as I did.  I instead thrust my claws into the desk on
either side of her, ridding out my orgasm as it surged through her body. 
(Fuck, Cleo was gonna be pissed about the claw markings)

   We were panting heavily as I slowly slipped my softening rod from her
abused quim.  Her hands reaching back to gather the semen as if that would
do anything at all...  looking around at me, I caught her gaze through her
stringy blonde bangs, her face between half hearted smiles and utter `oh
what the hell did you do that for' look etching on her features.

   "You're not suppose to cum in me, woofy." She complained.

   "...And you're not suppose to fucking call me that." I snarled.

   She just giggled and began to dress, pulling her panties and tight
shorts up her messy thighs, and retying the knot in her shirt over her
tummy, to expose that tiny little tummy she had before leaning down to kiss
my cheek.  I could only watch her bubble out the door amused and unamused
at the same time, `I fucking hate it when she calls me that' I kept
thinking as a giggling Judy walked in after the blondie departed.

   "Now that you got THAT outta your system, how bout you go a pick up our
girls, `WOOFY'" she laughed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders from
behind with a hearty hug...I love my wife, but one of these days...one of
these days...

   Turning to give her a kiss...  "Is it 3 O'clock already?"

   II.

   My name is Roran Wilder, if you're wondering about the pronunciation
just think `Scooby Doo trying say Warren'...  I am 81 years old, and
immortal.  I was bitten on the new moon in 1955 when I was 23 years old,
and have been a Lycan since.  Before you call me a werewolf, though
technically my title means such, I am not, for being a were' is hereditary,
and being a Lycan requires a bite under the once a year new moon.  There
are numerous differences, some of which take much explaining and some that
are simple...for instance, a Werewolf changes from man to wolf and back as
he pleases, Lycans unless born were' or shifter before hand only change
into the large beasts that the movies wish to hell they could emulate. 
Thankfully we both change, as we desire, unlike the moontailers (werewolves
made from unnatural sources such as science and magic conjured out of scrap
n crap).  The moon cycles do hold certain sways over us from time to time.
The new moon is they only moon we can make others under, the full moons
make us randy as hell, but the rare blue moon is devastating...we I should
say Lycans become ferocious with lust.  No minds to control our actions, so
be warned, the nearest gender of our desires will be mounted willing or
not, we have no control, and this was I'm sad to inform you, was the reason
behind my oldest three daughters being born.  My niece born from my
youngest sister was the first, as no others warned me of this awful moon.
She forgave me, even though at times I cannot seem to forgive myself, and
even birthed my first child from the result.

   The twins were born from an unfortunate bank teller who was walking home
the night of the blue moon when my girlfriend broke up with me, leaving me
frantic to get home before anything bad could happen.  No such luck there,
and this woman never had a chance to say she forgave me even by explanation
as supernaturals were not well known yet, and the news of being the victim
of such a creature drove her to committing suicide just days after our
daughters were born.  I hate the blue moon with a passion because of the
pain it causes so many mortals who are unfortunate to find themselves
victims of our uncontrollable nature on these nights...ever wonder about
the rise of rapes that go unpunished in the world on these nights?  There
you go...I raised my girls, and loved em all the same, they love me...  Our
brood is one of love and wonder as we make new discoveries every day...but
our brood, our pride wasn't complete until I met her...Judy Conner...

   She was beautiful, sixteen and sweet as a summer breeze when I first met
her thirteen years ago.  She bubbly and crazy in nature, wacky and jumping
about like an eleven year old in serious need of Ritalin to be honest... 
her life wasn't much to be happy about, but she wanted to be happy so much
that she did anything and all she could to make it so...not all were
good... but she tried.

   We married a year later after she became pregnant with our first
daughter, Peach, and two years later, a result of a wild blue moon (that
Judy was ecstatic to be a part of) Cherish was born.  Cleo and Jaena who'd
been my closest friends since I was little boy were always brimming with
tears at the births of all five of my children...they themselves felt as
aunts to these darlings.

   Now you, dear reader, caught me in the middle of a raunchy act with a
blonde bimbo that was defiantly not my beloved Judy.  Jude and I have
always been extremely open in our relationship, although I must say that
the so-called `open marriages' that mortals have tends to be quite
appalling.  For starters, WE have rules and guidelines that help us along
and make it less ghoulish than mortals do.  My trysts never EVER take me
away from my girls for anything.  It happens it happens, no girlfriends on
the side, no secret families.  The two of us know our sexual natures are
addiction in general so we leave it as `if I find this person attractive
and wanna fuck em, okay' but home is where our love belongs and we are as
in love today as we were that day we met.

   We sometimes talk about our sexual adventures, but not often, as I can
smell others on her from a distance so no questions of her earlier where
abouts are necessary, and I've never felt the need to go off and meet
someone else.  The club provides if the temptation is leading, but when I
go to bed at night, there is only ONE person I ever wanna curl up
beside...of God I love my wife...my girls...my friends...my whole family is
all I ever wanted.  Not bad for a poor bastard boy from the slums of
Chicago.

   Now I'm a veteran of the Korean War, being enlisted I made it to Gunnery
Sergeant, and even stayed in the corps for a few years to train boys for
Vietnam when that shit took place, but lost interest quickly as the Hippy
movement took myself, Cleo & Jaena into its embrace.  Fresh blood and love
all around...peace was beautiful!

   Enough about my past...for now...today the sun is almost ready to set,
my eldest daughter Millie is out filling orders for TrueBlood for our
ever-increasing Vampire crowd.  The guys Marty Beck and Bobby O are
cleaning up the After~Dark main house which opens at sundown.  The small
front bar room opens at 3pm for the human and daylight customers alike. 
Wanda is probably with another dip-stick of a `boyfriend' doing what all
the trampy girls (god bless her) do in 29 Palms, and that is ride around in
the car all day eating fast food, parking at large store lots between here
and Yucca Valley, texting, shootin the shit, and trash talking this bitch
or the next, whatever.

   I just got done making dinner, (Jude and I trade nights, and its mine)
home made Taco's and Burritos with hand made tortillas and browned seasoned
beef with all the trimmings, my personal touch of pinco de gayo, Peach's
favorite!  Only tonight when we sat down and she took one look at the
dinner and turned a pasty shade of pale with a look of pure disgust near
vomiting, Judy and I shared a knowing glance.

   "Honey," Judy stroked our daughters beautiful dark hair.  "You feeling
rather warm right now?"

   Peach nodded, obviously afraid to speak for fear of regurgitating if she
did.  Cherish looked at her sister with concern, while the twins both
comically wore the same look of `aw its that time' on their faces.

   "Sweety." Judy scooted closer.  "Don't be embarrassed but I'm gonna ask
some questions...first...do you feel queasy at the smell of cooked food."
Peach nodded.  "Do you feel shaky around your chest and shoulders?" she
nodded again.  Judy purposely nicked her finger with a steak knife drawing
blood "Does this smell calm you some?" An alerted Peach nodded again, not
loosing her mothers gaze ...  "one more sweets...um..." she looked at the
twins expectantly who at the same time took over and asked in unison "Does
your biscuit feel like someone kicked it REAL hard."

   I couldn't stop from chuckling; the twins and I knew what was happening
but let Judy play her mommy role for the sake of decent kindness.  The
girls and I could smell it since this morning; it was just a few short
hours from happening.

   "Sugar pie." Judy put her arm around Peach "You're about to get your
first period."

   Peach clenched her teeth with a panicked look shooting from her me to
her older sisters Nonny and Fanny (I swear Jaena named em both, not me) to
which we all three gave the confirmed nod.

   "What..." Peach stuttered a bit.  "What...whats gonna happen?"

   I broke my heart to see her so fearful, but at least now after three
girls I've come to know what to expect from the next three months.  For
reasons I'll never fully understand, the difference between mortals and
Bloodborn Lycans are staggering.  It took a while to calm her and settle to
a cold dinner (I had observed was not the case for Cherish who ate like a
champ at the table while we sat explaining the coming days to her older
sis) and Peach seemed to take it in stride.

   Lemme break it down for you mortal readers: I am not a Bloodborn so it
was not the case for me, but for my girls it was utter hell, for both of
us. Lycans can breed with mortals but not other Lycans (Don't ask why, I
don't know) that's just the way it is.  All I know about coming of age
Bloodborn boys is from what I read in the Alistair Almanac of Supernatural
beings (A conversation for another time)...but for girls I, I got the first
hand experience with mine.  Lycan born girls only have monthly cycles for
thirteen years, start to finish...each month the cycle lasts for two maybe
three days and that's it, after the thirteen years, no more chance of
mothering children, its done.  However, the first and last cycles are the
worst two...  the first begins with unbelievable cramps that mortals would
blow their own brains out over, and then bleeding that lasts for three
whole months...(seven days, mortals?  Try having my sense of smell and
putting up with this for three months, that's hell that ammonia won't
cure)...  plus that first cycle with Millie when she turned fourteen was a
nightmare.  I didn't know what was going, the Almanac wasn't at my disposal
yet, so when she reached fevers of nearly 300 degrees I FLIPPED the fuck
out.  Only to learn that this is perfectly normal for the change of a
Bloodborn girl.

   That third month I have to tell you was unbelievably strange to boot. 
In that time a Lycan girl becomes a sheer and utter HORNDOG!  I was at the
sink finishing the dishes when Millie put her fourteen-year-old arms around
me for a wonderfully innocent father daughter embrace.  Then her senses
kicked in and her sense of smell took over...  Now she's got her nose
rummaging all over my back while her nails are clawing my front and I'm
pushing her away unable to even grasp the reality.  Turning to face her I
was taken back with the image of my daughter panting like a crazed animal
with glazed eyes that seem to say "I'm about to murder someone and like
it", before ripping her cloths off and dropping face first to the floor
with her ass up and seeking me out, whimpers not unlike that of a begging
bitch in heat, imploring me to mount.  Which before you get any perverse
ideas, did NOT happen, thanks due in part to the fact that I was still once
a mortal, and this was my pride and joy, my baby girl.

   The Almanac however did explain that incest is a recurring normality
amongst our kind for various reasons and that it would be prudent for me to
just give in and not suffer my children to the outrageous burning that
swelled with every night they were denied.  So yes, around the time the
twins were almost sixteen and finally hit their cycles I gave in and did as
I was instructed by the expert on Lycan lifestyles if that makes any sense
at all...yeah, I don't get it either sometimes...my only problem right now
is...well...for god sake, Peach is hitting it early at age twelve so we're
gonna have to figure this one out cause there are just some places a good
father, wolf like or no, does not go.

   Peach blushed, Cherish made an `ick' face, and the twins giggled
uncontrollably when THAT part of the talk came into play.  Its so sad that
sex seems to be the forefront of our thoughts, as when Judy asked if Peach
had any questions she just looked at me blushing and curled her chin to her
tiny chest looking down trying not to break into a sickly fit of giggles
herself...

   "Will...well...will daddy and I?" she tried to get it out but stuttered
hard.

   Jude (bless her wacky spirit) helped me out "No baby, not so soon, but
someday when your older you'll come bumbling down the stairs and notice
`wow, my daddy sure is a woofy..." she shot me a giggling glance as I gave
a low snarl "...and then you say to yourself `I sure wish we could dance
nekky with no jammy jams on' and I'll be some other place doing my own
thing when you two go up to your room and do the thing that makes mortal
girls cry cause their daddies suck."

   Hey reader, you got that same WTF look I'm having right now?  Jesus
Christ.

   My wife, my beloved is more in tuned to the wolf like nature my girls
and I have than I am...our family has always been open and able to talk
about anything without the bullshit puritan poison that the Christians
would have us all swallow.  Don't get me wrong, we pray to god and Christ,
and for reasons I'll later explain, we're bound by the laws of God as
Wolves to protect the innocent from harm.

   After a nice long conversation with my girls, the twins got up to go
with me to work at the club.  I kissed my little once good night, and the
daddies girl of the bunch, Cherish, threw her arms around me and whispered
"I don't really think its icky, I'm just jealous cause WE'RE suppose to get
married, member?" setting her down so she could run up to bed, I smiled and
shook my head...I love girls, they can be so weird sometimes.  Especially
when you promise to marry them when they are going through their daddy
crush phase.  Millie had it, the twins had it, Peach had it more for her
uncle Marty than me, so I'll jealously kick his ass later for it haha, and
now Cherish is having it...  oh well, at least its not that uncomfortable
boy crush crap I got from a few of my nephews back in the day, goddamn.

   I anticipated Cleo's not so happy to see you attitude regarding her desk
from the days earlier tryst with Wanda.  The damn thing set her back
5grand, so this was gonna take some serious ass kissing.  Wanda called in
sick again (seriously these fucking kids, how stupid can one be to come by
work during the day and call out the same night?  It happens all the
goddamn time.) She keeps her job as Cleo and Jae like feeding off and
fucking her as much as I do...  The fucking, not the feeding...  So with
Wanda out screwing or fighting, you know, whatever stupid shit these kids
do in their free time in the desert, Millie was waitress for the evening.
Bobby O, manned the bar, Marty DJ'd.

   Such pride swells in me when I look at the club...  the
After~Dark...this is OUR place.  The twins got up in the pole cages wearing
their tiny string bikini panties and tops, dancing their limber petite tall
blonde beauty limbs, swaying to the soft music as the Marines and Copper
Mountain Collage boys threw themselves head over heels at the girls...some
fathers would hate it, but I was proud...these two were absolutely
gorgeous! I wish more than anything sometimes, that I had known their
mother better...for the angels she gave me, she deserved so much better
than the raw deal my fucked up condition gave.

   Nonny unlike her blonde sister had dyed her hair dark red, that the boys
may tell them apart, plus nothing sexier than the twin girl fantasy where
you KNOW who your going for, when you're surprised with both.  Her slender
hips striking like a hungry serpent with every cue from the music, Fanny
was a good dancer, but her talents were more engrossed in her ability to
perform on camera (Yes pornography, often called Fang Banger porn, that the
club produces with a friend from Las Angeles under the NoDaddy.Com
website.)

   I love watching these boys drool over my girls; something both erotic
and touching about how powerful these girls can be over the opposite sex.
There is no denying however, as Nonny curls her fingers through her dyed
red hair, swaying seductively to the nights opening performance song that
we NEVER start without (After Dark by Tito & Tarantula) her eyes are cast
upon the older werewolf manning the bar.

   There is not denying the two have been having a love affair for some
time now.  I smell him on her and visa versa...  I'm actually kinda happy
for the two.  He may be older at 41, but then again who the hell am I to
judge.  I look mid twenties but he's a kid compared to me.  I see him
glance at me and in his startled moment I give him a knowing nod of
approval.  If anyone will treat my baby with the love and respect she
deserves, its Bobby Olmstreg.

   In her eyes A distant firelight burns bright Wondering why it's only
after dark.

   This song inspired me to build this club ever since I saw that beautiful
Mexican Goddess dance to it in that crazy western flavored Vampire movie
From Dusk Till Dawn.  I even contemplated having Marty stand outside with
his best Cheech Marin calling in the customers with promise of pussy for a
penny.

   I find myself in her room Feel the fever of my doom Falling falling
through the floor.  I'm knocking on the devils' door, yeah!

   God its rising in me...the need, I need so bad right...the song always
takes me to the night I took Judy to see that movie, (for reasons unknown
to all man, why women loved Clooney so much, given the fact that the only
good movie he's ever done was THAT very movie and he wasn't even the good
part about it, shit.) and when it was over, I went to the nearest music
store, then another and another until I found a CD with that song on it. 
She was so sexy when she danced with a few hilarious slip ups and then
pretended to be a vampire trying to devour me before we made love with that
song on repeat...it became ours...and with this club, shared with all...God
its making me horny, but duty calls.

   In the dawn I wake up to find her gone And a note says Only after dark

   We have various girls that come and go, hired to dance on the stages
(not stripping, this club has at least some class to it) some I enjoy, some
I just skip as I may be a sex addict but I try not to be a total shitbag
when it comes to extra martial coitus.  I do my very best to make sure that
the girl knows whats what and whats happening, that we don't part on sour
terms and after many girls I've only had a couple of hiccups in that
department.

   I see Bambi (not real name of course) and to my personal and happy
surprise the Legendary Bailey Jay dancing on stage.  I've never been
attracted to men or transgendered, but lemme say this, anyone who looks
upon that angel and doesn't admit to feeling a heavy attraction is a
serious liar.  I muse to myself, wondering if her man would mind a little
wife swap, but I'll have to check back later, for now I give a wave and
longing blow of a kiss in her happy direction...  "Wow" I think to myself
"Bailey fucking Jay, Linetrap herself in OUR place".

   Burning burning In the flame Now I know her secret name You can tear her
temple down But she'll be back and rule again

   "You ASSHOLE!" Cleo voice was always sweet but not when filled with
venom, good lord!

   "Hey look!" I said.  "I'm sorry okay...I'll buy you a new one."

   "A new one?  A NEW one?" Even a five hundred plus year old woman cannot
seem to find happiness with `A new one' can she?  "I bought that from Abe
Vigoda, you ASS!  AFTER he made the first Godfather!  That desk is a one of
a kind having once belonged to one of the greatest American actors of all
time!  And you wanna get me a `New one'?"

   Ever felt the need to laugh at something but you know if you do, you'll
be speaking at a higher pitch from then on?  Well, this was one of those
moments.

   "Look, Cleo, I'll fix..." then it dawned on me.  "Wait a minute, you
bought this thing in 94' from one of those Saved By The Bell kids!"

   She stared daggers at me for a minute before huffing and turning around,
and seeming stuck on a thought.  I couldn't help but feel the need to
admire her slender backside from my standpoint.  So small and narrow yet,
bubbles out perfectly in a way you'd never expect from a half French half
Philippine broad.

   In my heart A deep and dark and lonely part Wants her and waits for
after dark.

   Cleo shot me an over the shoulder glance still stuck in thought.  I just
waited, remembering the good times since she and Jae first took my
virginity and through the years, all the times I'd fallen in love with that
tan Asian ass of hers.  When she bends over, her pudendum becomes by far
the very nature of fine art begging to be painted and as immortalized as
she.

   "Stop starring at my ass, pervert." She shot back with a fighting grin.
Cleo sighed and turned back to me, "Fine, get me a new one, a BETTER one."
(What a shock) "With a promise that you'll NEVER fuck some pebble brained
pop tart on it EVER again."

   I nodded and thought for a moment "Does that include you and Jae or?"

   Now this is the part where a smart man turns and flees before the girl
becomes more than such and reminds him what about sodomy is the most
unpleasant.



   The songs played back to back driving me to a headache that made me wish
I had a "bullet to give" to EVERY rapper and R&B artist than bragged about
being shot.  End all our suffering with such a charitable act to what was
once great and now faces a cruel death.  I can't stand that my daughters
listen to this shit...there are a few good ones, but for god sake most of
it is contrived garbage made out to be some form of "brilliant" poetry
slapped onto the coattails of someone else's music.  Needless to say when
the newer music stopped and MY stuff played on the box, (Skynard, Doors,
Blue Oyster Cult, pretty much anything between the 60's and late 90's was
just fine with me...Disco was welcome) I sighed relief and got back to the
payroll work sheets.

   I visited with Bailey Jay for a while and (OMG as the kids say) she was
unbelievably sweet hearted and kind natured.  I extended the invitation for
future dances paying the fair price, cause all in all, I'm a businessman
but she deserved the best.  She even left me a copy of her single "You're
Getting Lucky Tonight" which I gotta say, I may be biased but seriously it
was not that bad, catchy enough that after hearing it, I played it on my
disc-man a couple of times and got it stuck in my head.

   When I finished the final worksheet I stretched and couldn't help
noticing it was rather late and dying down, with a few couples on the floor
trying to improve their disco dance technique to Vivian Vee's Remember. 
Millie was at the bar talking to Jaena, who raised plenty of eyebrows, as
she may have been almost a century and a half old at 147, but she had been
turned by her maker when she was barely thirteen years.  Her short
diminutive stature and child like appearance was a curse for the poor girl
as the good guys were turned off and the bad ones came out of the wood
works.

   Walking up behind her I through my arms around her in a big hug,
savoring her scent.  I may be the big man, but she's always been like a big
sister to me, ever since that day she found me trying to curl up under the
overpass for warmth.  I was eleven years old and alone, homeless and
scared, she took me in and she and Cleo were my sisters from then on.  (To
answer to the confusion, yes I have siblings and a family, but a bad home
life filled with violence and sexual abuse turned me into a runaway...we'll
get to that some other time)

   Kissing her cheek which she returned I looked around and saw only Fanny
dancing on the floor with a rather tall black marine who at first glance I
could of sworn was Terry Crews...disappointed...oh well...the way she
looked at him, I knew he was getting lucky soon.

   "Hey Mill." I called to my eldest.

   She was fourteen when she hit puberty and went nuts, and she was
twenty-seven when her cycles ended permanently.  Immortal now and beyond
gorgeous, just like her mother, with a deep Latin tan, and that sweetly
mixed with Jewish, Irish, and Cajun made the Goddess that stood before me.

   Millie was sweet now, but for a while we'd lost touched cause she felt
betrayed that I gave into the sexual appetites of her younger sisters and
yet not hers.  We've still never touched one another in that way, but with
all animosity gone, and our relationship blooming once again, I can't help
but feel that mortal guilt over my growing attraction to my first and
eldest child.

   "Yeah, dad?" she quipped, breaking me from my thoughts.

   "Um...where's Nonny?" I asked.

   Jae and Millie both shared a grin and looked away for a moment before my
daughter took my gaze once more and said "Seriously?  Daddy, you should be
asking, `Where is Bobby'."

   III.  (Nonny & Bobby)

   I've been in love with this girl since the day she threw her arms around
me, begging that I let her sit on my lap, not sexual love mind you, but
deep brooding love.  For a long while she was as a niece to me, since the
day I met Roran and the others.  She was always the open one, the free
spirit, just bursting with excitement and affection.

   Imagine my surprise the day I opened my shower door after rinsing my
hair clean and seeing the young beauty standing in front of me with her
eyes glowing a wolf's fierce yellow glaze, raking her finger nails down my
front as she drove me from the bathroom into the adjoining bedroom and
proceeded to mount me before I could conjure a rational thought.

   I had heard how she and Fanny had over powered their sleeping father and
quite literally raped the poor man, as the changing years of wolf girls,
Lycan or Were, bring about extreme bouts of arousal that cannot be subdued.
But regardless of the relations with their father, I knew I had fallen
desperately in love and she was MINE.

   "Daddy knows doesn't he?" she asked pulling me into the stock room.

   "Darlin..." I pulled her bikini strings and watched the top fall from
her small but perfect breasts.  "...Of that there is no doubt."

   With a moan our lips finally locked, a fiery passion that's been
building all night watching her dance in that cage.  I get a jolt from
knowing all those guys want her, but god help me I want her all to myself,
and when the time comes, I hope she wont hate me for wanting her to stop. I
get jealous...

   Her tongue slithers around mine, seeking it out as we melt together,
desperate with need, I need her now more and more.  Nonny's slender fingers
pull my shirt off of my body, knotting themselves in the hair on my chest
while our eyes glow with increasing passion.  She pulled away breathing
heavily...

   "You don't think he's hurt do ya?" she asked me "I haven't laid with
papa in over a month and now he sees why...you know...  he might be
jealous...you don't think he's jealous do you?"

   Grasping her tight bottom I lift her in the air against the shelves. 
"Baby girl...  I saw his eyes, he's not only okay with it, I think he's
given his silent blessing."

   "Blessing?" she stared down.

   "Well, you know..." I want to ask her, I want to so bad.  She's so
young; she needs a life before taking up with an aging mortal wolf like me.


   Nonny just leaned down and kissed me.  I loved the feeling of her
fingers running through my hair while we kissed.  I've grown absolutely
addicted to this angel.

   "You...haven't...told me...mmm...if you liked my new color." She said
between kisses.

   "I love it," I told her honestly.  "Any redder girl, you'd be a burnin
ball of fire."

   Nonny laughed a little, "What ya laughin at girl?" I asked her.

   "You, ya big old redneck werewolf." She giggled at me, reaching for my
belt.  "Your accent never ceases to tickle me...but if you start talking
about grits and guns, so help me."

   I growled at her playfulness before tearing her bikini bottoms away and
lifting her in the air, legs seated on my shoulders with my palms under her
adorable bottom, slipping my tongue into her wet trimmed biscuit.

   With one hand on the ceiling and the other gripping my hair, she let out
a howl that no doubt everyone in the club and this side of Two Mile Rd
heard.  Poor bastards at the Circle Stop across the street were probably
scared shitless that a big ole dog was about to come for em with those
pipes of hers shaking the roots outta the earth.

   Her scent was heaven, but her flavor was Godly and could not be
dethroned by any.  She tasted perfect!  My tongue lapped hungrily, not
wanting to waste one drop of her sweetness down my chin, as I held tight,
hungry for more.

   "Bobby!  Ooooh god!  Stop!  Please!  Fuck I'm
gonna...gonna...geeeeeoooooood!!!!!" She squealed holding on for dear life
as her body shook and convulsed in my grip.  Her five foot five was nothing
to my six foot six when I held her in the air.

   "Please Bobby, god uncle Bobby...please!" she begged every time she
came, I loved it.

   Nonny's sweet nectar poured from her tight lady parts down my face
making me hungrier and hungrier, compelling me to swing her to dangling
upside down my body with my arms around her lower back holding her that I
may burrow deeper into her tender snatch.

   "Uncle Bobby!" she moaned, gripping my thighs, her growing claws digging
into my jeans while I devoured her pussy like fresh kill, till I felt her
sink her fangs through my pants into my thigh to muffle her moans.  The
sweet pain set me on fire, as I swirled my tongue into her dark nethers,
tasting both crevices...  mine...all mine.

   "NOW!!!" she screamed at me, making me dropped her to her hands and
knees.  I loved watching her eyes full of flames glaring into space as she
growled baring doggy fangs, wiggling her heated tiny ass at me, begging me
to breed her silly.

   Growling, I dropped my britches and mounted the sweetheart, my fingers
gripping hers from behind as I worked my aching pike into the girls tight
opening, causing another loud squeal of moaning howls to rattle the
foundation.

   Holding ours fists entwined tightly, I forced myself deep and hard,
biting back the need to howl myself as I turned the desire of love making
into a storm of wild fucking into the hot depths of my sweety.

   "Grrrr uncle Bobby!" She was becoming that primal bitch in heat that
rocked my world.  "Fuck me!" freeing her hand and reach over her shoulder
to take my hair in her little fist "Goddamn you!  Fuck me!!!" she howled.

   My newly freed hand reached to take her hip, my nails digging in and
drawing fresh hot blood, as I pounded hard and deep from behind.  The
animals were taking over making our bodies shiver with sweat and steam, our
fucking growing wilder with every thrust.

   Her tight pussy gripped me like a velvet vice, almost cutting off the
circulation of blood to my manhood.  I just kept a tight hold of her tiny
waist, slamming harder and harder.  The Thrusts getting quicker with every
inward push that bedded my cock in her warmth.  Nonny's womb seemed to
grasp the head of my heated prick every time I touched bottom, which caused
her claw the floor with delicious new noises rising from her throat.

   "Cum..." she stuttered "cum...cum...cumming...cumming!"

   "That's it girl!  That's my girl!" I snarled into her ear, pushing
faster and harder, feeling my own fire about to let loose inside of her
quivering body.

   "CUMMING!!!!!" she cried out breaking a couple of her razor sharp nails
while making deep scratches in the concrete floor with the rest.

   I take her hips in both my hands, rising with my head back, my own eyes
burning yellow and bright while pulling her hips into me, exploding inside
of my sweet Nonny.

   She lay panting as I emptied myself inside of her tight gripping cunt
walls as she milked my every seed with purpose.  Falling beside her on the
cold floor from behind, never letting myself fall out, pulling her back to
my chest as we breathed heavily, knowing we'd have to move soon if we
wanted to continue this at my own...and for lil Nonny, I could go all
night.

   Her red hair almost burning before my eyes as I thrust my nose in it to
take a deep whiff, admiring this twenty year old kitten in my arms giving
herself to my old ass.  I knew I didn't deserve but the world be damned if
I wasn't gonna be happier than a fox with a new tail to have her...

   "Don't!" she snapped "Don't you dare take it out of me!"

   Nonny turned her head around to kiss me, our wet bodies held close as we
shared our tongues and lips with the passion of teenagers.  This old dog
was gonna stay young because of her...that much was true.

   "Hey..." she caught my attention after breathing in the cool air
conditioned air for a few minutes.  "Can a were' get a Lycan pregnant?"

   I'd never even considered that possibility.  I know Lycans can't knock
each other up but Weres' were completely different animals, so the
possibility wasn't far off.

   "I dunno darlin." I answered her honest.

   "Well..." she turned in my arms, cuddling her cheek against my chest,
twirling the hairs in her fingers "We've got about 9 more years to try."

   `Oh God!' I thought `Effin ask her you old fool'

   I only wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kept her close, not
wanting to end this spell the beautiful puppy cast on me...mine...all mine.

   IV.

   With some Lionel Ritchie playing on the jukebox, I sat at the bar
talking to Millie, enjoying the occasional banter and good-humored chuckle
at Nonny's howls that not one of us in the whole club missed.  I will admit
a part of me has grown a little jealous of the man who took my baby for his
own...what father wouldn't be...  from a non sexual point of view, this is
the little angel that gives her unconditional love from first sight, and
from the moment each of my baby girls opened their eyes and reached their
tiny hands for me, I was a father in the deepest love a man could feel for
em...  it's a hard thing to part with on any level.

   "You okay, pop?" Millie brought me from my thoughts.

   "Yeah." I groaned, sitting up.  "Just hate knowing my babies gotta grow
up."

   She smiled, turning towards the remaining patrons "Last call!  Get em
now or not at all." Before coming back to me...  "Dad...you are getting way
too old." She gave me a hearty and fun cackle.  "We grow, that's what we
do."

   "I'm not a complete imbecile...I know these things." Throwing back one
more shot of Wild Turkey.  "I just hate it is all."

   The last customer got a bud light before Millie shut down the bar and
started cleaning while I stood up and grabbed a broom to help her.  We both
noticed Cleo and Jae coming out of the bathroom with blood dripping down
their faces and behind them the joyful yet glamour'd faces of their meals
staggered out and went for the door calling cabs on their cell phones.

   "Millie!" I called to my baby.  "Nonny and Bobby haven't worked for the
last hour, let them clean up..."

   She put the rag down and strolled over to me, "oh-kay...  then what are
we gonna do?"

   I pulled my shirt off, folding it and placing it on the bar.  "Go for a
run in the desert?"

   Millie (short for Maleficent, yes Sleeping Beauty, my favorite
movie...guess what, her middle names Aurora.  Get it?  Maleficent Aurora
Wilder...) followed pulling off her own shirt, folding it neatly before
pushing her shorts and panties down her thighs, causing me to actually
blush at the sight of her.

   The sheriffs department knows about me and knows I like to go for runs,
so if they receive calls of a large bluish beast running through the
desert, they know its me.  So at times, not often anymore, I like to go for
runs where the houses are so few that the sand and wild Joshua trees and
brush are in abundance.  The remaining few customers sputtering their beers
when they beheld my Goddess of a daughter complete in her naked glory...

   Imagine the stark raving terror they must have felt when the two of us
growled and roared as our bodies extended and changed into the dark blue
flesh and mixed grey and dark fur.  Having taped myself at one time I found
that in full form I'm at least seven and a half feet tall and so fucking
scary looking, I couldn't help but enjoy the fact that I probably cause a
few heart attacks here and there.

   The night was dark and excessively warm in the latest summer month, no
doubt at home my little Peach was hot enough to cook an egg on her belly,
and feeling the indescribable cramps surging through.  I learned to wait
until the time was right to try and comfort my angels, as now it would only
piss her off.

   My eldest and I ran wild through the dark desert sands, scaring any and
all coyotes and mountain lions shitless as we hurled through, kicking up a
dust storm behind us.  Stopping at times to playfully maul at and claw one
another, rough housing as wolves do before running some more.

   Her fur was shining black with silver stripes down her back and tail. 
Her eyes were not that wolfish yellow, but red with dots of glowing ice
blue, making her a beautiful beast of a girl compared to the ragged old
grey and dark coal colored beast with dark blue skin running beside
her...and as she leaped from one boulder across a ten foot gap to another,
she changed mid air into the splendid naked girl beauty she was before,
landing on the other end with her eyes locked onto the glowing full moon.

   I landed beside her, gaining my ground before changing back to man
myself, following her gaze at the high sand dollar looking moon above.

   "It's so big you can almost touch it, papa." She panted tentatively
raising her fingertips as if to touch the surface.

   Millie turned and lay sprawled on her back over the warm hot boulder
beneath her never turning her gaze from the moon.  "When I was little, I
use to dream of living there.  All alone on the moon, with you."

   I sat beside her, with my fingers stroking her belly gently.  "With me,
honey?"

   She nodded, turned her eyes to my own, her hand on top of mine, resting
it on her tummy.  "We had a farm house on the moon...you and I...we lived
like a married couple.  Just you and me."

   Millie kept my hand still upon her belly as she turned her gaze back
towards the moon with a far away gleam in her eyes.  "We would fly through
the air to land softly like the astronauts.  We had a garden of flowers
that swayed so slowly with the moons atmosphere."

   My baby's childish recollections made me wanna spill a tear from my eye
as I listened, her voice almost dreamlike...  I mostly wanted to cry for
the years we'd fallen apart from one another...  the times I'd missed with
the girl who'd run everywhere with me in her youth.

   "Dad?" She turned to me again.  "I try to understand...  you WERE a
mortal once...and mortals have reservations about incest, especially with
ones so young.  Its just...well...I just couldn't understand because I am
not a mortal girl.  My world is not like theirs...they get hurt every day
by bad men.  If one of those bad men tried to hurt me, I'd kill him."

   I nodded.  "Mortals don't have our senses, our powers...they are
vulnerable where we are not."

   Before I knew what else, she slowly moved my hand lower down her belly,
looking back towards the moon.  "I'm not a mortal girl daddy, and I'm
passed my time for whelping pups."

   My heart beat quickly, my breath coming short as my fingers brushed over
the light patch of fuzz over her well-trimmed pudendum.

   "Daddy." She softly sighed, "I know you never meant to hurt my
feelings..."

   "Honey I..." I tried to speak but she would not be swayed from her
thought "...no daddy...listen...I love you, and I'm sorry I hurt you by
running away.  I know you love Judy, and I love her too...but you were mine
first, so now, well, daddy..."

   My heart was racing as that song resounded in my mind, pulsing each
lyric as if Tito & Tarantula were right there beside my ear, whispering the
tune.

   Watching her strolling in the night So white and wondering why It's only
after dark.

   She rose from her back and leaned in close to brush her lips to mine,
her hand on mine, working one of my fingers into her soft folds. 
"...Daddy..." she whispers like a song.  "It's time to be the wolf you
truly are."

   Why it's only after dark.

   Millie rose higher, bringing my hand away as she seated herself, legs on
either side and wrapping seductively around my waist as her warm hand
grasped my growing passion from between my legs.  A mew escaped her lips as
she softly teased the tip through her moist slit, her eyes heavy while her
head rolls back with a gasp.

   "...Daddy..." she groans "...I'm the next wife of your pride!" she calls
out slipping her vice like quim down the length of my throbbing manhood.

   The darkness broken only by the moonlight upon our flesh, paints a
picture of perfect lust etched upon our faces before our lips meet, as they
should have so long ego.  Her claws tearing into the flesh of my neck as
our bodies writhe and grind against the other.

   In her eyes a distant firelight Burns bright wondering why It's only
after dark.

   My own claws reach around her slender form, grasping her shoulders
tightly as our fires burn with a kiss that stills our very breaths.  Her
body tight and desperate against mine where our sexes meet engaged with
building passion.  Her gash tightening and milking me deep inside of her
womb.

   I find myself in her room Feel the fever of my doom falling Falling
through the floor I'm knocking on the devil's door

   Twisting us around, I lay above my daughter, the seed of my love with my
only niece, buried deep inside of her on the warm boulder in the summer
evening.  I grind my pelvis to hers, causing my beloved to throw her head
back, eyes tightly shut and mouth opening gasping and moaning.

   "Yes." She hisses as I fill her with deep slow strokes.

   My lips nuzzling at her neck, suckling at the flesh of my flesh with
ever increasing need to mark her my own while my hips build a deeper rhythm
to the song in my head.

   "Daddy!" she gasps "...oh god, where are you right now?" her giggles of
delight turn to desperate whimpers as I hover above her body, grinding
against her melting sex.

   From where I have no knowledge, I was humming, as I thrust musically
into her tight gripping pussy, before I started singing with broken
whispers the song that belonged to the passion I bore for my loves.  I
don't know if she heard me, but all the while, I building a faster rhythm,
fucking my baby girl deeper in the moonlight.

   Her fingers dug deep into my back bringing about exquisite pleasurable
pain with every inward thrust I made into her dripping cunt, at long lost,
my baby was mine.

   "Pa...pa!" she was clinging desperately close to her impending orgasm,
"Pa...pap..papa!!!  DADDY!" she bit down on my shoulder, wolf fangs deep in
my flesh as our bodies went writhing with increased speed.  Flesh smacking
flesh with every thrust, my quim holding tight to my prong as it slid in
and out deep and hard.

   Millie threw her head back, wide opened mouth baring razor sharp fangs
on top and bottom with her glowing red and ice blue wolf eyes catching the
light of the moon, her throat parting with a long and deafening howl to the
sky as her pussy quivered in orgasm with multiple spasms around my cock. 
Impossibly tight her body held to me while she let her primal growls curse
the silent summer night with the news of her throbbing gash cumming around
the long hard fat manhood belonging to her own father.  Nails tearing flesh
from his chest with the throws of orgasmic bliss quaking in her loins.

   "Mill!  Honey!" I groaned thrusting forth, spilling long overdue
incestuous seed in my baby girls womb.

   Closing tight my eyes with my pelvis thrusting and holding tight against
hers, I fought the need to cry out by snapping downward and thrusting my
teeth into my daughters shoulder, inciting another mind shattering orgasm
from us both.

   "Fuck, DAD!" she clawed my back once more, rattling her body beneath
mine as her pussy milked and tugged every ounce of seed from my aching
groin.

   As our orgasms subsided, we panted heavily, holding one another tightly
in a merciless embrace as I hummed the last of the song from my mind into
her neck.  In my heart A deep and dark and lonely part Wants her waits for
after...dark.

   She giggled and ran her fingers through my hair "You and that song,
daddy...you and that song." Sighing as she held me, her lips kissing the
top of my head.  I just lay there in my daughters arms, the love overtaking
my heart as I ached, cherishing the taste of blood and the smell of sex.



   AFTER~DARK II

   Author note: This is another tale of the characters of the
After~Dark.... I'm still developing the characters and the distinctions
between Lycan and Werewolf.  Also, I find that I have a preference for
writing the parts by various view points, such as first person narrative
and outside narrative...so that there is no confusion each part is labeled
after the person who narrates, or it will be set at a place, meaning it's
the story teller...  Be patient please and enjoy the stories as they
unfold...thank you...

   Cast Roran Wilder - (Lycan immortal 81 years old) Michelle Maylene -
Cleo (Vampire 500+ years old) Cherish & Cali Milton - Nonny & Fanny Wilder
(BloodBorn Lycan twins - 20 years old) April O'Neil - Millie Wilder
(BloodBorn Lycan immortal 38 years old) Peach Wilder (BloodBorn 12years
old) Cherish Wilder (BloodBorn 10years old) Penny Flame - Judy Wilder
(Human, 29 years old) Jaena - (Vampire 147 years old) Marty Beck - (Shifter
23 years old) Bobby Olmstreg (Were-wolf 41 years old) Solan Blaqwolf -
(Lycan immortal, 24 years old) Emma Starr - Holly Reaper Inana Blaqwolf
(Human 41 years old) Shawna Lenee - Jael Blaqwolf (Lycan 19 years old)
Kagney Lynn Karter - Marsa Blaqwolf (Lycan 21 years old) Jerry Duke -
(Human 25 years old)

   I.  (Prologue)

   "But where did we come from?" Peach's soft voice barely broke the
darkness as she crouched on her heels, perched near the edge of the
mountains steep cliff, watching with her wolfs eyes, the world beneath. 
From the simple insect burrowing in the sand, to the cars passing on the
distant highway in the direction of Desert Hot Springs.

   Roran was sniffing the ground for the rabbit that had scurried before
him moments earlier.  "Sweetheart, on that subject you can only be as wise
as I am.  What I know comes from that book, I never had a maker or a pack
leader to teach me the ropes."

   Peach nodded her understanding, as she herself had just begun to read
the Alistair's Almanac of Supernatural Beings (Penned by a person with the
mysterious initials C.S.A).  She knew she should have read it sooner, as
now was just too hard when her cycle fevers and camps got out of hand.  The
hard part was concentrating when she read how Werewolves were of the Grey
Wolf ancestry and Lycans were Dire Wolf on one side and Hyena on the other.
The last chapter she left off on spoke of the clash between the Hyena Pack
Father Ulysse (Also known once as the Beast of Gevaudan) battling the Dire
Wolf Pack Mother Josephine Parr before her entire Pack ascended upon him
with the loss of eight wolves before finally over powering a killing the
evil monster.  Then the camps set in and her head was swimming with a
putrid smell of blood waste secreting from her loins.  Reading anymore
would have to wait until she could stand to sit up straight...but one thing
leads to another, and moments without pain and nausea were rare, and
tonight she wanted to change full form for once and make her first wolf run
with her dad.

   "Well, if Lycans are Dire Wolf in nature..." she tried to articulate the
possibilities but couldn't place it.  The only thought she could muster was
`we must have somehow evolved from the dire wolves before then became
extinct more than 10,000 years ago.' the Almanac probably covered that
further in but the damn thing was so heavy and at least 2,000 pages...if
only it were on kindle.  She looked over her shoulder and giggled at how
silly her father looked hoping onto that bunny's tail.

   "Daddy!" she laughed gleefully.

   He looked her way and smiled, deciding to let the bunny live...  for
now. He just moved closer to his beautiful offspring who not hours before
had been suffering the horrendous cramps and fevers reaching over 200
degrees.  He sighed as he admired her naked form, so lithe and young.  Skin
so milky white and smooth with the final tones of baby fat that girls like
her had.  Her hips were only beginning to flare out with a womanly stride,
and breasts in the cusp of maturity that said `its only a matter of time'.
Knowing that now as she was ready trade her Childs' curves for a womans'.
The thought made him somewhat sad, as this beautiful little girl would no
longer need him as she did now...she'd be a woman...a fierce wolf...  the
heartbreaking revelations that plagued any father.  Peach could only blush
as she realized the longing gaze of unconditional love that harbored a sad
and morose measure of loss.  She knew he was just being daddy, the guy who
never wanted his baby to grow up.

   "Can we run some more before we go home?" she asked with hopeful
excitement, swaying the awkward and warm butterflies fluttering in her
belly with his gaze.

   Peach was only a few days into her first menstrual cycle and the next
three months would be utter hell, so this would be one of the few times she
could make her new full transition during the stages.

   It had come like a rushing flood just hours ago when she began jumping
all over the house, hardly able to control herself as she growled and
whimpered, gnawing and howling, begging relief from the creature taking
hold.  Roran had just gotten home from the After~Dark to a house with a
crazy twelve year old wolf crazed girl wilding about.  He had to catch her
in his arms and toss her down hard to get her attention, then use a half
roar growl of dominance to subdue the child.  She remained prostrated
before him with her head low and expectant of punishment, but he only made
a deep sigh and gave her a warm understanding smile before reaching his
hand for hers.  Informing Judy that they'd return later in the evening, as
the girl needed this.

   The Lesson took no time at all before Peach had torn through her blue
t-shirt and white cotton casual shorts to turn into a beast resembling the
big one beside her that Roran had become.  Her fur was a dark silverish hue
of grey with what resembled blue highlights streaked through our her
body...the flesh under the fur was as her fathers, a darkened shade of
blue. Only her eyes...her eyes were not like her fathers or sisters, but
unique in an almost glowing shade of neon jade with what looked to be
diamonds in the pupils.  She was a magnificent beast, as Roran observed
with ever growing pride.

   The run had lasted longer than the older Dire Wolf had expected, but
then again, it was her first and she was running off the building steam
that came with the first cycle of her last thirteen mortal years.  By the
time they arrived home, she was ready to vomit the nausea that came from
running all night, but felt victorious in having had her first real wolf
time with her daddy...  Lounging in a cold tub of water to pull her fever
down, careful not to let the water too high above her developing woman's
body, as she didn't want to get the pages wet as they were propped upon her
breast so that she could continue the lesson in the world of her own
kind... Peach couldn't help but feel a little frustrated at wondering, who
the hell made her dad, who then begat her sisters and her?

   II.  (Marty Beck)

   She couldn't hear me, but she could smell me, my every breath, and the
need spilling from my every pore.  Goddamn it she turned me on.  Fanny's
slender body bent over before me in the rented one bathroom bedroom of the
Moonlight Inn on Twentynine Palms Highway, her head rising and falling in
his lap.  I loved having threesomes with her, as Fan would turn into a
complete and utter whore for the pleasure of any man when confronted with
the possibilities.

   I hate to sound like a racist dick, but at first this made me VERY
uncomfortable, knowing that he was black and a marine to boot.  Let's just
say when you get a job on the Marine Base and have to go through
orientation where they insist on giving employees sexual education that
entails a story of how those fucking ground pounders are so brainless that
they'd actually think to fuck a whore with a condom and then take it off
and turn it inside out for their buddy to use.  I know I come off as
unpatriotic but I fucking HATE marines.  I say this at the club and they
bite my head off figuratively as these guys are fighting for our freedom,
Roran being the worst, as he loves these dudes so much that they get the
first drink (Any drink) on the house for being our boys of the old red
white and blue...sigh oh well.

   After meeting this guy, in all honesty, he was not that bad.  Pretty
cool guy to say the least.  Fanny introduced him as Jeremiah Duke (Call me
Jerry but not Jeremy, he said) and told me how they met when they danced at
the club the other night.  He told me how he always wanted to bang a vamp
since they came out of the coffin, but learning about Lycans, he decided he
just had to try it out with her.  Almost killed the mood when he called her
a werewolf, (deal breaker, no Lycan or Were like being referred to as the
other), she may be deaf but she can read lips and by the scent of a
person's breath she can make out the words perfectly.  My once a racist
peckerwood ass found myself helping the guy redeem himself to my girl,
cause to be honest, Jerry Duke grew on me, as we became drinking buddies.

   A few hours later found us in the rented room with our cloths off and
her bent over as he sat on the bed, his big black dick making miles down
her throat as I lubed up her tight ass.  (Fanny's gift to me for proving
myself a good boy in the face of adversity or some shit).

   I gotta admit, her pink lips looked so fucking sexy sliding up and down
his dark rod while her slender digits fondled his heavy balls carefully
with those long red painted fingernails teasing his sack.  Heavy saliva
trickled down his dick when she popped him from her mouth with a deep moan.


   She had taken out of magnum condom (don't laugh) and put it in her mouth
before using her lips and tongue to roll it down his nine-inch monster
wrecker.  This size of that fucking thing made me laugh inside when I
thought of how he could stake a vampire from her pussy to her heart
exploding gooey bloody mess all over the place before running out with a
comical black guys lady shriek.  Plus I kinda got taken back the whole
condom thing.  I mean she's a freaking immortal for Christ sake, what VD's
could she possibly be worried about.  Mental note telling myself that I'd
have to ask her about that later...

   Fanny looked back over her shoulder at me with her hand stroking his
huge dick, winking before sliding her lips back down his shaft.

   "Goddamn man!" Jerry through his head back moaning "You lucky!  Fuck!  A
bitch could suck the bullets from unloaded gun, man!"

   "Yup!" I agreed, rubbing my hard cock through her wet gash.  "My girl is
a straight up porn star in bed, yo."

   This guy was a-okay with me, I'm sorry I contemplated turning into a
rattlesnake while she was in the bathroom at the club, with hopes of
scaring him away.

   "Damn man, while you fuckin her ass, I gotta slide my shit in her
pussy!" He said bringing a bright light to my future prospects of pleasure.
I just nodded with what had to be a queer grin on my jowls.

   Taking my baby's hip with my left hand I eased my cock into her tight
virgin asshole inciting a grunt from her lips as they sucked his fucking
dick.

   Fanny raised her head from his lap with her eyes squinted hard as my
cock burrowed into her tight poop chute, her fingers gripping him painfully
tight by the look on his face.  Now the thing to bare in mind about my
girlfriend, is that she LOVES to be treated rough and dirty, so I just
slapped her ass and told her to put that fucking dick back in her mouth. 
Giving a go ahead nod to Jerry who bit his lip excited before pushing her
back down.  "That's right bitch, suck this dick like you told."

   "Good man" I shot him a compliment before pushing the mushroom of my
cock past her sphincter, allowing me the reward of her anguished groan
muffled by a big black cock in her throat.  "She loves the dirty shit, yo."
I told him.  "The rougher, the better..." I moaned as I forced myself
deeper into her hot tight bowls.  "...Oh, you'd be surprised what she can
take AND give, but just incase you do something she don't like, the safe
word is `get the fuck off me'."

   Jerry shook his head trying not to laugh before laying back down with
his fingers in her hair guiding her up and down his cock as I finally found
myself deep enough that my pelvis touched skin of her ass.  Hooking my arm
under her left elbow bringing it behind her back I used the same to grab
her right elbow.  Then using my free hand on her hip before pulling out
slowly.  "Lift your mouth off, slut!" I ordered her, waiting as her head
came up before thrusting my cock back into her bowls, bringing a howl from
her throat.

   He clasped his hands to his ears jumping back freaked and trembling,
making me laugh as I plowed my girlfriend's she-wolf ass.  Jerry just
looked at me questioningly before I shook my head, breathing heavily from
too much laughter and the hot feeling of a tight ring around my blood
engorged pecker.

   "Sorry, yo...didn't want her to accidentally bite it off of ya." I told
him.

   Jerry gave me a smile then looked at her, watching as her tiny titties
shook with every thrust into her tight sweet asshole.  Fanny moaned and
whimpered with a look of desperation on her face, begging me to fuck her
ass harder.  I got more excited with ever giggle and shake of her petite
tiny bubble butt when my groin slapped her flesh.

   "Shit, man!" he said stroking his cock watching us.  "I thought she was
deaf, how'd she fuckin hear you tell her to do that shit."

   "We told you man." I moaned pulling out all the way before slamming back
inside of her shitter.  "...She's a wolf, she got senses that mean she
don't need to hear a damn thing to know what you're saying...my girl is
better than the Dare Devil."

   Fanny howled and whimpered every time my prick reamed her tight hole
mercilessly.  I thought for a moment how fucked up it would be to turn
myself into a bull or a donkey and fuck her ass rotten in front of this
guy...god she'd fucking kill me, I smiled at the thought.  Another mental
note to suggest this for future NoDaddy.Com videos...

   "Hey, Jerry!" I got his attention dragging my girl with me to the chair
beside the TV table in the room, sitting her down on my embedded pole. 
"What was that about taking the pussy?"

   "Fuck Yeah!" he jumped off the bed and stood in front of Fanny.

   She looked around at us as if to ask `don't I get a say in this?' To
which I reach around to grasp her tiny little A cup boobies in my palms and
squeeze as Jerry worked his giant anaconda into her wet gash.  He took her
blonde locks in his hand before kissing her, which I found oddly arousing
to watching his big ruby nigger lips sucking face with her delicate pink
white girl lips.  `Huh' I thought to myself `I should REALLY re-think this
whole racism bit.'...A thought quickly detoured when REAL pleasure took
hold.

   I can't begin to tell you how awesome it feels to have a girl in one
hole while someone takes the other.  That thin membrane of flesh dividing
our pricks as his monster went deeper and deeper into my slutty love of my
life's horny cunt.

   "Fuck her man!" I encouraged my knew friend.

   He took her waist above where my own hands held her hips and began
rocking his body in and out of my girlfriend's tight opening.  The friction
was incredible as I felt my balls swelling beneath her tight ass, my
fingers digging deep into her flesh.

   "FUCK!" Fanny groaned, holding the arms of the chair for dear life as
her eyes rolled into the back of her skull with every inward thrust Jerry
made with his enormous cock.

   "Fuck my girlfriends pussy man, I'm getting close!" I moaned.

   Propping his foot up on the TV table with her leg up over his knee,
Jerry took to her like a pro, slamming his dark dick deeper and harder,
causing her ass to grind and clench my cock with every thrust.  Our eyes
closing tight as we all found ourselves unable to cry out from the intense
pleasure only hold our breaths as our orgasms neared.

   Jerry wrapped his right fingers around her throat squeezing as I slapped
her titties roughly, twisting her tiny pink nipples in my thumb and
forefingers.  Tugging and bruising the tender flesh of her areolas as he
gave me a questioning look to receive a nod...he squeezed her neck harder,
cutting off all oxygen...she was immortal as I've said already...the lucky
bitch could take asphyxiation like we could only dream.

   We shook her skinny body about like a rag doll before she growled
bearing her sharp wolf fangs at us both with menacing demonic black Lycan
eyes.  Her hands grasping his wrists and throwing them away from her with a
sexy roar before shearing her claws down his chest careful not to cut too
deep as he thrust deep and hard, sliding cock over skin over cock with me.

   "Shit, fuck, fuck!" he groaned on top of her.

   "Cu...cu...cumm...cumming...cumming!" Fanny strained and groaned taking
the chairs arms again.

   At that moment my testicles expanded and let loose torrents of hot jism
inside of my girlfriends glorious asshole, my palms squeezing her tits hard
as I came in her.  Gritting my teeth as I suppressed a growl with my
explosive release, just in time to feel her body shake while throwing her
head back to let out an impressive howl with her own earth shattering
orgasm.

   "Arrooooooo!!!!" she cried out with her growing claws tearing into the
chair.

   Jerry Duke pulled out of her tight pussy and yanked his condom off to
stroke ropes of hot jizz onto my Fanny's chest and tummy.  Almost causing
me to yell at him for a little warning next time as some of it landing on
my knuckles, but I was impressed by the volume of man seed he covered my
girl in.  She was slumped back against me, receiving his salty load all
over.

   Fanny breathed heavily for a minute before smiling and rubbing the semen
into her skin, and looking back at me with a knowing grin.  We both shared
a deep loving kiss, ringing a silent bell in my brain, as I tasted a salty
substance on them.  I figured what the hell, I've kissed her after blowing
my own load on her face, and it wasn't so bad.  Our tongues slithering
along the other passionately for a few minutes before we broke lips panting
and shooting our gazes his way.

   For a while we all chatted about this and that, how strange this was yet
awesome all at once.  I even admitted my peckerwood worldviews and how
racist I felt at his presence at first, and being cool he just shot his
hand out for a brotherly slap of the skin and bump of the fist.  I felt a
little off guard when he asked me what I did before I moved here seven
months ago from up north, as I dare say my bullshit past made a dick out of
me to the point I still haven't shared any of it with Fanny, who's like the
best girlfriend in the world, yet still can't confide this in.

   I just shook my head and said `I'd rather the past stayed there' and got
the same look Fan always gives me when I avoid the topic, and then gives me
a kiss before changing the subject to help me.

   "Cleo would absolutely love him!" She said to me with her eyes locked on
his.

   "Cleo?" Jerry asked.

   I nodded and grunted as Fanny's ass released my still erect cock with a
loud plop before she strolled over to the bedside table to get a cigarette
and light it up.  She looked so sexy standing there covered in drying cum
and bruises on her petite glistening flesh, her straight smooth blonde hair
streaming down just to her shoulders while she stood sucking the butt of a
Camel and seductively blowing the smoke away.

   "Our Pack mama." I told him.  "The tiny Asian vampire at the club. 
She'll defiantly want your `expertise' for her next scene."

   He looked back and forth between myself and Fanny.  "Scene?" he asked.

   Fanny walked over to me, offering the cigarette for my lips to which I
took a deep inhale.  Then looked back at my friend...  "Ever heard of
NoDaddy.com?"

   He nodded in confirmation and I said "Well, we have one special fantasy
in there called `I Wanna Be A Fang Banger' and Cleo is one of the top rated
Vampires in the fantasy..." I noticed his cock gaining girth again and
grinned, "...and she's always looking for new talent, and to be honest, we
aint got no minorities willing to go toe to toe with an undead Goddess like
her."

   Jerry cast his eyes back and forth between us, obviously torn between
should I or shouldn't I before I sweetened the pot.  "I still have to
introduce you to Fanny's twin sister Nonny..." A fallen mug of OMG etched
his features, I HAD him.  "They both love to perform together in another
fantasy called `I'm Banging My Girlfriends Sister'...if that aint got your
blood boiling, wait till you hear how much that monster between your
legs'll make you in scratch."

   Fanny slowly stepped one foot before the other before dropping to her
knees in front of Jerry Duke (The man's name alone was pornstar
worthy...ex-marine, forget about it...no way this was not a money machine)
and teased the tip of his cock with little nibbles around the head.

   "What do you say...Duke?"

   III.  (The After~Dark club 2:40AM)



   With the California Drinking laws any establishment selling alcohol had
no choice but to be closed by 2am, giving the crew time to clean up and
close it down till the next afternoon when the front bar room doors opened
at 3pm for patrons to come in for Bobby's much admired Wild Turkey Burgers,
made with blends of spices, unions, cheese, and of course a few dabs of
Wild Turkey mixed into the BBQ sauce.  Who were they to judge a man for
drinking in the afternoon?

   Judy was behind the bar counter in the main clubhouse beyond the big
blue double doors that featured the sexy posters of adult performer Bailey
Jay dressed as a naughty schoolgirl, promising a couple of future
appearances, at the northeast end of the front barroom.  She always liked
to double count the till to make sure it amounted the same right down to
the last penny every time.  God forbid the second count be off by two cents
or she'd repeat the whole process all over again with first count, and then
second.  Tonight was no exception to that rule as the first count amounted
to 5,000$ in the safe (Not bad for a week night) and $2,645.34 in the
combined tills...the second count she got $2,642.33 and an irritated Judy
Wilder began all over again, just as her husband came strolling playfully
behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist.

   She smiled as he snuggled his face into the back her neck, sniffing at
her delicious scent.  He'd just come to pick her up, as it was her work
night and his night to watch the girls.  Thankfully new wife number two
(sweet daughter Millie) was up to keeping an eye on her little sister
daughter Peach in case she needed for anything in her harrowing time of
first cycle hell.

   Judith Wilder loved the new home they were building with another bride
in the mix.  Thankfully to Roran who had no desire to face the mortal human
mentality of one on one monogamy, as the nature of Lycans dictates that the
male chooses not the mate, but rather the female makes that choice.  Last
year in Colorado, Roran and Judy met a family of Lycans consisting of eight
wives for one male, who stated the fact that the female chooses to be a
mate and without ceremony just declares her place and if the others are
receptive then its set, with or without a males say so in such a matter. 
Incest being not the taboo nature for the Dire Wolves that it is for
mortals, it became apparent that females of one pack often chooses a mate
within their own bloodline.  Having Millie in the mix as new mother to her
sisters and keeping their care was a huge weight off of Judy's shoulders in
time when work and family were predominate in her daily routine.  It sure
didn't hurt things when Millie proved to be quite the animal in bed for
both her daddy and new sister mate, as girl and girl action was one special
talent she possessed.

   The mortal wife of the Dire Wolf always belt the warmth and fluttering
deep in her insides when her husband showed her such adoring affection in
such an embrace.  His body swaying hers gently as she tried to count the
till, his lips nibbling her shoulder where the spaghetti strap fell down
her arm.  His hands felt so good caressing her belly where the pink power
ranger (Kimberly, original) ended, exposing taunt tan flesh.  Her pleaded
blue and pink skirt rode low on her hips and high on her thighs just barely
two inches below her white cotton panties, bringing the baby face droolers
starring speechless as she raised a brow waiting for their reply to
`what'll it be sweetheart'.

   "What are you doing?" she mused, leaning back a little with her eyes
closed, savoring the embrace.

   He nuzzled her neck a little before responding, "Baby, in about five
minutes, I'm gonna spend TWO minutes making you TIRED."

   She laughed at Roran's sexual playfulness that only enhanced his
wonderful character along with his dashing good rugged city boy looks. 
"Oh? Two minutes?  I actually get some foreplay?" she giggled.

   "Of course." He said, nibbling her shoulder "You know MY idea of
foreplay, right?"

   "Lemme guess, um..." she put her finger to her chin for playful
dramatics "oh I know!  Tickle monster?"

   "Nope." He said.  "...Its knockin em out with a brick."

   She doubled over laughing hard before pushing him away with fits of
giggles "Go away, you're so stupid." Her fingers shoving the grinning wild
dog husband of hers till he finally settled on the other side of the bar.
"I'm trying to count this money, weirdo, sit tight and shush a minute."

   Roran smiled and pour himself a double of Bailey's Irish Cream mixed
with a single shot of white rum, and a shot of Jameson (a personal favorite
of his he dubbed the Irish Pirate, Chilly if you wanted ice, comically
called the Irish Butt Pirate if you mixed in Grand Marnier Orange Liqueur).
He turned and found Jaena and Bobby sitting at the far end of the club
sharing a laugh in his direction for the goof he tended to be on Full
Moons, the very moons that made all wolf-likes into playful horny beasts.

   He had Judy shaking her head with her cute playfully stern gaze falling
on him from time to time when he fidgeted like a child in his seat, begging
her with his own stare, getting a reward of "Cool it, Tiger" from his
bride...  "Not a tiger baby...wolf." He sneered with a grin...

   "Oh." She mused at him "Don't you mean a, ...woofy?"

   A retaliated with a low growl before she asked, "How's our baby?"

   He shrugged, "She's holding up...a few more days and the fevers will
stop coming every five goddamn seconds...  But the irritating PMS
bullshit." He sighed shaking his head.  "Three more months of that crap
before I can safely look in the mirror without wanted to blow my brains out
in fear."

   Judy snickered and counted out the receipts...  "She's lucky though,
every month for the next thirteen years she only has to go through the
monthlies with two or three days of it and then its over.  I'd gladly go
through three months of it at one time to cut out the frequency of seven
days a month for forty to fifty years with hot flashes and graying in the
end.  She gets to end it after a decade plus three looking young and
beautiful forever."

   "That's true...but who said you were gonna get old and grey." Roran shot
down the rest of his drink.

   "I'm mostly worried about these fevers though." Judy sighed, "I love
that Fanny can hold a conversation and not be surprised from behind, but
knowing that these fevers can cause defects like deafness, blindness, or
brain damage is so fucking scary...I just don't want Peach to suffer it as
well."

   "She'll be fine." Roran took his wife's hand from across the bar. 
"Peach is holding pretty well, Fanny just...  We just couldn't get the
fevers to rescind at all during her time."

   "I tried...I tried, baby." Judy looked so sad remembering those days as
she tried to finish her counts.

   "Does Fan look so unhappy?" Roran shot at her.  "She's doing great and
honey, honestly, there was nothing we could do about it...these things
happen...mortal years for a she-wolf, ANY wolf are trying."

   She nodded that she understood, but remembering her early days as a step
mother to two teenage Lycans, being so young herself and half crazed with
her own sorry and abused life to find herself in the loving and protective
arms of a supernatural being BEFORE the world was opened to them with the
sell of TrueBlood and the outing of Vampires, did very little to elevate
the guilt she felt she should possess at any hard doings for her girls. 
Roran could see it in her face and as messed up as it seemed, he couldn't
help but just love her for it...that genuine concern she had for their
girls and the wonderful mother she turned out to be...he knew it was time
to turn up the fun and games to bring his sweet petite brunette bride out
of the funk she inadvertently put herself in.

   Ro strolled to the internet jukebox and scrolled the choices, almost
landing on various songs by Lady Gaga, Aqua, or even the song its Raining
Men before he found Madonna (a blast from the 80's past) and grinned before
punching the numbers and turning quickly to brace his hands on the jukebox
starring at Judy, who shot him a WTF look.

   The music swelled to Papa Don't Preach, with Roran giving a comical and
sexy Madonna-esque dance before the verses started with him lip-synching to
them.

   Papa I know you're going to be upset.  Cause I was always your little
girl But you should know by now I'm not a baby

   The laughter of Bobby-O, Jaena, and Judy Wilder mixed with the music of
the Queen of slut pop brought a curious Cleo out of her office in time to
throw her own laughter in with the sight of a grown man who oddly enough
lip synched perfectly to THIS song while giving moves that resembled
Madonna's own on a boat in the music video to Like A Virgin.

   You always taught me right from wrong I need your help daddy please be
strong I may be young at heart But I know what I'm saying

   Ever seen that awful moment in Dickie Roberts where the little girl
danced to I wanna Be Bad, crawling suggestively one the floor in a moment
that made any rational human both laugh and feel nauseous all at
once...well nothing could prepare anyone for a grown man in black dickies,
a long sleeved white cotton shirt under a gray vest with his hair pulled
back slick with a little spiked tuff at the bangs, doing the exact same
movement on a bar towards his side split laughing wife.

   The one you warned me all about The one you said I could do without
We're in an awful mess And I don't mean maybe - please

   With a beer bottle in hand Roran thrust to his knees, shoulders back
with a dramatic rockers poise lip synching wildly into the makeshift
microphone while everyone was dying from hilarity.

   Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep, Papa don't preach, I've been
losing sleep.  But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, oh I'm gonna
keep my baby, ooh...

   Judy pushed him off the counter laughing harder as he hit hard only to
pop up in a manner that only Jim Carrey could muster with a slick moonwalk
to the dance pole stage a few feet behind him, jumping on with the grace of
a dancer before swinging around the gold fireman's pole.  The song
continuing verses as he clumsily slid up and down the pole to land on his
ass and thrust to his feet without missing a beat.

   Cleo couldn't take anymore as she in her vampire speed made for the plug
in the jukebox and pulled it free, leaving a sweating and smiling Roran
looking at her with a `what the hell' cock of his head.  "You are..." she
wagged her finger "...without a doubt...the weirdest...strangest...knock it
off!" she huffed trying to suppress a laugh.

   "Jesus Christ, Ro." Came the voice of Marty Beck who stood between his
girlfriend and Roran's daughter Fanny to his left and their new friend
Jerry Duke at his right, all with their eyes scrunched into a look of utter
disbelief.

   "Man..." Duke observed.  "White folks is fucked up something queer."

   IV.  (Roran)

   The house was quiet when we got home, surprisingly so.  The girls hardly
ever slept alone as we had mattresses placed with special care through the
entire family room where we generally slept.  Cherish was cuddled with
Millie and Peach at the left side of the room with pink and purple fluff
pillows casing them into a soft cloud of cotton comfort for the evening. 
Fanny had gone with Beck and that new fella Jerry Duke to Palm Springs to
get a suite and wait to meet with our NoDaddy.com partner Jason Sovrano the
next day...seems they found something special in the young marine.

   I noticed Nonny too, was absent, no doubt waiting for Bobby at his place
as I've observed these last few days was becoming a frequent occurrence. 
You'd have to be blind to not see those two sharing those eyes that only
soul mates could have for one another.  Thought it made me miss my daughter
more and more, I felt a swell of pride for the love they found in each
other.  Seems like yesterday that I'd met Bobby outside of a Depeche Mode
concert in Miami, where he looked down at my then four year old Nonny and
took her hand, making the sweetheart blush and cower her face with a
suppressed giggles into my side.  Fanny nearly made enemies of her sister
with her fearless ability to be a tiny little flirt even then at that age,
always hogging the man's attention by climbing into his arms and getting
all the hugs and kisses that Nonny obviously coveted but was too shy to
partake.  Millie and I had to make up for those hurt feelings by giving her
more affection than usual.  I knew tomorrow I'd have to break Bobby's balls
a little for `stealing' my baby girl from me.

   Creeping into the house slowly with Judy, Cleo, and Jae on my tail
before silently shutting the door.  The two vampiresses gave us both a kiss
goodnight before retiring to their solitude in the specially constructed
basement below (As southern California houses generally don't have em).

   I turned to Judy who just smiled at me before pulling her power ranger
shirt up over her head, rewarding me with the enchanting view of her
beautiful breasts as they bounded joyfully with the movement.  With her
hand upon my chest, she leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, her
other hand taking the back of my neck.  Our lips melting together as we
kissed with nearly a decade and a half of loving passion that never seemed
to die between us.  Her tongue seeking mine with our increasing panting and
moans.

   My hands reached down, cupping her firm taunt buttocks under her skirt,
caressing her panty-covered flesh as our kiss grew stronger and more
heated. Judy stopped the kiss long enough to look me in the eye with her
own seeming to have glazed over and said `I love you'...I may be a sap, but
I'll never tire of hearing it from her lips.

   With a round of quick but tender kisses she suddenly pushed me back onto
a mattress kept where the coffee table would normally go.  The couch set
vertical to my left where the edge of the mattress met it perfectly
aligned, and I watched as Jude climbed over the arm down on the end, with
cat like grace on her hands and knees, looking directly over to my eyes
before slithering with perfect ease around lying on her back.  She just
smiled at me silent and seductively, God how she kept me on fire after all
this time is anyone's guess.

   Working her hands slowly down her hips never breaking her gaze upon my
eyes, she gyrated in slow circles, working that skirt down her thighs and
knees to her ankles where it came off leaving her in just blue stripped
ankle socks and tennis shoes with a sexy pair of white cotton panties that
seemed to glow on her radiant tan hips.

   I could hardly catch a whole breath with the excitement she was building
in me, turning on her side with her back to my view, wiggling her sexy ass
in my direction as she looked over her shoulder.  Then raising her arms
over her head, she turned slowly facing me, holding her head up on her
right hand as her left was gracefully placed upon her hip, resembling a
perfect painting of sensual art.  In that position she mouthed the words
`Do you love me?' then placed a finger to her lips for silence and pointed
to the girls on the other side of the room sleeping, grinning at me as I
nodded my head `yes'.  Then she crooked her finger beckoning me to come to
her...

   Awkwardly I tried to stand but had to remove my shoes before I stood on
the mattress and moved to my wife where she stopped me, and keep her eyes
on mine before letting them move down my body where her free hand reached
for my pants, tugging them open and slapping my hand quietly away when I
tried to help, shaking her head `no' and mouthed the words `be good' before
finally opening them and reaching her fingers in past the fabric, grasping
my manhood through my boxer briefs.  Her fingers stroked me with delicious
torment, teasing my cock mercilessly as she licked her lips starring
seductively at me.

   Finally she pulled me free, pushing my pants down my legs, making me
pull my shirt up over my head and tossing it to the mattress beside me,
giggling as she cast a look around me at the sleeping girls across the
room. Then she smiled up at me, looking at my hard cock in her fist, then
back up at me, casting her gaze to my cock once more before leaning in slow
teasing the tip of my prick with a tender kiss and pulling back blushing up
at me.  I realized, she was doing it away, her daddy game.

   Judy loved playing like she was a timid daughter tasting cock for the
first time with blushes and nervous glances that seemed to ask `am I doing
okay?'

   Her eyes locked to mine as she opened her mouth with the awkwardness of
a first timer and raised her eyebrows expectantly for confirmation.  I
stroked her hair back behind her ear and nodded mouthing `good girl'... 
this made her smile with her mouth wide open before closing her eyes and
wrapping her lips around the entire mushroom head of my cock, giving a
savoring moan.  Her tongue swirling and lapping at the underside of my
prick as she took a deep breath through her nose before pulling her lips
off with a near audible plop and looking into my eyes.  I grin down at her
before offering a stern papa gaze that said `did I tell you to stop.' She
looked at my hardness in her fingers then at me, pleading eyes, pretending
to beg me to let her stop earning her a another stern gaze and a slow `no'
shake of my head before taking the back of her head and gently pulling her
back down to me with a whimper escaping her lips.

   Jude's lips inhaled my hard shaft halfway down where her fist gripped me
tight in her fingers, stroking firm slow strokes as she slowly bobbed her
head up and down my cock.  Spittle falling from her bottom lip as she tried
to take me deep to come up gasping for breath.  With an imploring gaze she
mouthed `am I doing it right, daddy.' I gave her the `so-so' wave of my
hand, to which she burrowed her eyes challengingly at me before forcing her
lips further down.  I learned a long time ago that my little Jude hates to
be challenged on her skills at sucking cock, even when she's pretending to
be a timid novice.

   I pushed her off of me with quiet force and onto her back, bringing her
legs over leaving her sprawled in a half sitting position on the couch, her
finger between her lips looking like a helpless teen about to be devoured
by a predator.

   Kneeling between her thighs I held her knees apart starring from her
eyes hungrily down her panty-covered quim, licking my fangs.  She'd become
unable to contain herself anymore as she whispered to me "Daddy, no...I'm
dirty, don't touch me there!"

   I simply leaned in and planted my lips to the cotton fabric and suckled
the tasty moister that called to my senses like a flare in the night sky.
Bringing a moan from her lips, before she could pull a throw pillow over
her mouth and bite down to muffle it, while my tongue worked her panties
over her slit and nub.  Shaking her head violently side to side, muffled
groans of "no daddy, don't make me be bad girl!  I'm bad, no daddy!"

   "Shhh..." I told her "It's a bad girl that wakes the whole house with
her naughty words." I whispered bringing a whimper from my sexy bride.

   God, how can mortals live without the euphoria that comes from the scent
of her arousal filling the room and calling you like a moth to a flame. 
The wet secretions streaming down her thighs that begged me to run my
tongue from knee on up to the source of my desires.

   Judy wiggled and groaning against the couch as I kept my lips feasting
upon her quivering gash, my hands moved down her shins and ankles to pop
her shoes off her feet, and yanking her socks down her toes.  Then I kissed
my way up her groin to her tummy, sliding my tongue over her navel and
planting a kiss.  My teeth then took the waist of her panties and I gave a
low snarl as I dragged them down her thighs slowly.

   Biting her bottom lip Judy watched as I spat her panties across the
room, suppressing a giggle as they accidentally landed on Millie's hip, as
she slept with her back to us.  When Jude tried to lean forth to kiss me I
pushed her back gently giving a narrow and stern gaze.  Leaning down to
plant kisses along her knee and down her shins, I give tickling kisses to
her ankles before pulling her tiny feet before my face and planting a
wiggling toe in my lips and suckling to her giggles.

   Sensing her overpowering need I gave a barely audible growl when threw
her legs wide open and forced myself in where I planted my lips to her
naked sex, thrusting my tongue past the trembling folds of her labia.  She
strained and trembling grasping the cushions in her fingers with her head
back and eyes closed, begging herself not to cry out as my tongue worked up
her slit and flicked her tender nubbin.

   I thrust two of my fingers into her tight folds to feel the walls of her
sex gripping hard while my lips sucked at her hard cliterous.  Judy's
fingers gripped my hair and pulled as she hunched over biting her lip so
hard she drew blood, trying not to scream.

   Unable to stand another moment of the delicious torture she push me away
and whimpered whispering "daddy, please...please." She begged.

   Grinning as I kissed her tasting that intoxicating blood from her lips
as I climbed up over her body between her spread eagle thighs.  She stopped
our kiss and whispered "will it hurt papa?"

   I raised a brow and shrugged with a mouthed `maybe' kissing her
quivering chin as I ran the tip of my cock between her soft wet pussy lips.
Her opening begging to be opened as I teased her with the head of my prick,
pushing in and pulling away.

   "Nooooo!" she whimpered almost too loud, before pulling the pillow over
to bite down upon again.

   With a deep breath I pushed forth, impaling my "daughter" with my
throbbing pike, making her bite down harder on the pillow.  Holding still
within her, I reached down to caresses her trembling titties and nipples
with one hand as the other stroked and held her thigh.

   "Is daddy's little baby feeling better?" I whisper.

   Smiling with the pillow in her teeth she nodded before I pulled to the
tip and pushed myself back inside, causing Judy to arch her back with her
eyes closed.  Holding still, I gave a circular grind against her pelvis,
feeling the silky wet velvety vice grip and massage my loins.

   "More papa...harder!" she begged in whispers.

   I pulled out again to only force myself back in, to feel her grip
quivering over my tool as her orgasm grew nearer.  My fingers gripped and
tugged her brownish pink nipples, as my hips built up in rhythm between her
trembling thighs.  My hand gripping her thigh pulled that leg up over my
shoulder so that I could rut deeper into her inviting hot crevice.

   "Does this turn you on little slut?" I whispered.  "Losing your
virginity to daddy while mommy and sisters sleep near by?"

   The dirty talk always drove my wife insane as she curled her toes with
her eyes shut tightly and her forehead crushing to mine when she strained
in orgasm.

   "Your kittens so tight baby, so warm." I breathed heavily against her
forehead fucking deeper and harder.  "Its gonna be hell waiting for your
mom to go to sleep so that I can have you make me feel good...night...after
night...after night...my little sex toy...papa's naughty little kitten puss
puss."

   Judy shook her head violently side to side, gripping my shoulders with
her hands, drawing blood with her fingernails digging in.  She could hardly
speak when she was driven over the edge, but that was enough to make my
blood boil when she gripped and squeezed me whenever she came silently
screaming inside.

   Too make things more intense I thrust hard and held still as my free
hand reached under our bodies to slip my middle finger deep into her tight
asshole.  Bringing a momentary shriek from her lips, surprising me to see
that even as she quivered and moaned in the approaching morning light, no
one had awaken.

   "You're such a bad girl, letting your own daddy do this." I moaned,
grinding into her as my finger forced itself deeper and deeper into her ass
in and out.

   "Cum!" She whispered "Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"

   Her fingers locked behind my neck as she gripped and squeezed my cock
hard begging me to cum inside of her already, so I pulled my finger free
and place her other thigh on my shoulder holding her folded in half it
seemed as I took her thighs and force myself in and out of her dripping
pussy harder and faster.

   Pulling out suddenly I pulled her bent over the couch cushions with her
knees on the mattress, forcing myself back inside of her from behind,
holding her hips as I rutted hard and faster causing her to cry out with
the force of my flesh slapping her ass with ever thrust.

   "Daddy!" she moaned "DADDY!"

   "Baby want daddies cum!" I growled into her ear.  "Does she want daddy
to use her pussy like a tramps gash?  A wet place for her papa's cum
dumping?!"

   I snarled almost choking her as I slammed her tight vertical smile from
behind, feeling her pussy quiver and grip milking my cock inside of her. 
Her face etched with pleasure as she groaned with my assaults bringing
another set of orgasms from her drooling woman hole.



   "Almost there sweetheart!" I moaned, nibbling her ear, begging myself
not to sink my fang through the flesh.  "Daddies gonna cum so hard inside
of you."

   "Mmmmm!!!" she moaned trying to keep her mouth from omitting cries
before gasping for breath, her tongue falling out as she drooled onto the
couch moaning.  "Ma, ma...mama!  Mama's gonna be so mad if you make me a
baby mama, daddy!"

   As my orgasm neared I have no idea why I said it "Then we'll have to eat
the bitch wont we!" I growled, howling through clenched teeth as I thrust
my wolf seed inside of her womb.  Hearing my wife cry out from under me as
I spewed hot cum into her cunt.

   Judy's slit held me tightly as I rode out the ropes of cum that splashed
her insides, egg seeking with ferocity, with ever thrust and push of my
cock inside of her.

   Her own mild muffled cries sent shivers through our loins as they
remained intact through our monstrous orgasms that rattled our naked and
sweating flesh, while I fell open her back, panties and groaning as I held
her tight to my chest bringing us to lying on the floor mattress, still
embedded in Judy's sweet folds.

   "Are we really gonna eat mommy, papa?" she giggled with her eyes closed
and just barely having caught her breath in our savage love making.

   "What?" I was confused for a moment.  "Oh that ...seriously I don't know
where that came from."

   "Whatever, daddy..." she leaned back to peck my lips before laying back
down to cuddle against me with my arms draped over and holder tenderly
while her soft wet abused vaginal grip held me snuggly inside of her womb.
"I say we eat the bitch anyway." She giggled.

   "We'll give her a running start in the morning." I murmured.

   We were just getting ready to fall asleep in the blissful afterglow of
our wild love making when we heard Cherish giving a sleepy murmur to Millie
and Peach on their side of the family room...  "Mom and dad are being weird
again."

   V (Later that morning at the Wilder House)



   Being an immortal and wolf by nature, Roran required little sleep these
days, so after two hours of lying beside his dreaming wife he arouse to
make breakfast for the girls and of course scrounge up a fresh kill for
Peach, who's appetite for cooked food was unsettling to say the least. 
After running through the morning desert he managed to catch a brace of
Coney's for Peach to woof down while he cooked up scrambled eggs and bacon
with waffles made from scratch, for the others.

   While Peach devoured the fur, flesh, and blood from the dead critters,
Millie and Cherish kept amused eyes on their father, biting back the urge
to laugh as he looked back at them from time to time with an expression of
`What?' in his eyes, only to turn and shake his head.

   By the time Millie and Cherish were quietly digging into their breakfast
with teasing gazes at their dad with the heavy need to break his balls over
what they heard in their sleep just a few hours before, Peach was scanning
the big book with ever increasing curiosity.

   "O-M-G dad!" she said, making Roran wonder why kids had to be so lazy
they couldn't say the entire phrase, "Did you know that demon children like
Jodelle Ferland's character in Case 39 are REAL?"

   He nodded, knowing by personal experience that there were many crazy
things and awful creatures out there, some he'd give anything in the world
to forget.  "They're called Cambions, baby." He said after a bite from his
waffles.

   Millie stole a glance at the pages, "Hey dad, you ever come across one
of these?" she pointed over on a page, prompting him to take look with an
involuntary shiver of disgust at a painted photo of a grotesque monster
with eyeless sockets and a golem complexion hunched over and eating a dead
body.  "That is the Jikininki" was his only answer.

   Before Millie could ask what Peach spoke up "The Jikininki is a creature
that stalks the dying until they are dead and feeds upon the corpse when
they have reached the third to fifth hour of death."

   "Girls..." Roran warned, wanting the conversation to halt the monsters
and dead eaters.  "...Peach, honey, go take a shower, we gotta go soon."

   She got up and took note of her sisters gazing amused at their father
before smiling herself and turning to have her day with the jokes "We're
still giving her a running start, right dad?" then turned towards the
stairs and up to the bathroom to shower.

   He was stuck in mid bite when she said that and noticed his other two
daughters wide eyed and ready to burst with laughter.  Roran slowly raised
his eyes to catch theirs breaking all reserve as they hurled into the table
with breath stealing giggle fits.  Before they could get away he flung
spoonfuls of egg at them with gasps of `ewww' and `grow up, daddy, geeze!'

   The morning at the Wilder home ended with food thrown from across the
table by a playful pack of wolves, before it was off to school for the
younger two.  After, waving goodbye just minutes before the bell rang,
Roran and Millie made their way home where they cleaned up the mess and
spent an extended amount of time making love in the shower, before Judy
woke up around noon.

   The years had been filled with strange adventures for the 81 year old
Dire Wolf, but these years were the most unarguably his favorite.  A home
life with his family, consisting of his daughters, wife, and daughter-mate,
along with his adopted vampire sisters Cleo and Jaena.  The guys at the
club were a big part of his life as well, especially since Bob came into
the picture of romance with Nonny...at first Roran wasn't too crazy about
Marty, but the kid grew on him, in spite of his white trash peckerwood
views and crazy idea of living, he was good guy at heart and Fanny sure
liked him.  There was no doubt in Ro's mind however, that the two were only
a passing thing right now and she'd move on to someone else, but it didn't
hurt to let them have fun.  Without question, he was glad that those early
years of strange bullshit were passed him and normal, well close to normal
living was underway.

   These thoughts dominated Roran's mind as he worked in the backyard on
the freshly laid sod they had ordered just a week ago.  The desert was not
a kind mistress as far as grass was concerned but he was doing well on
making it work...Kentucky blue, the best...  These thoughts came to a halt
when he looked up and over to the house next door on the left, where a new
family had moved in.

   His senses were on high alert when he noted that they were not human,
but Lycan, as he.  In spite of the fact that his kind were conditioned by
Godly power NOT to harm innocence and do wrong, that power was exclusive to
the Dire Wolves, not the Hyenas, and the new family was not close enough to
decipher that scent yet.

   It was when the young lad, Roran was correct in his guess to be
Bloodborn, looked his way and took a defensive at first before the two kept
eyes locked and their sniffers on high to figure the other out.  After a
few minutes of this almost comical stand down the young adult moved closer
to the fence with deep curiosity and slowly extended a hand for a
gentlemanly shake, which Roran received with grace.

   "Hi, I'm Blaqwolf, Solan..." The boy said.

   "I'm Roran..." He took a liking to the youth's tight grip.  "Roran
Wilder."

   Solan Blaqwolf's eyes went wide at hearing the name that he nearly
stumbled back after releasing the grip, seeming unsure as he cocked his
head and said "Are you shitting me?"

   Millie had just come out the back door curiously after picking up the
scent and seeing her father shake hands with the young man who's gaze went
from wonder to sheer amazement.  Ro himself had to wonder what the kid was
all about when asking `are you shitting me'.

   He asked again "Are you really?...or are you shitting me?"

   "I am...Roran Wilder." He stepped back a little defensively as the boy
was joined by a very attractive older blonde woman who Roran by scent
learned was Solan's mortal human mother.

   "Honey..." the woman put a hand on the boys shoulder.  "What is it?"

   Suddenly Solan almost did a full back flip getting excited at he paced
and strolled about the yard searching for the words when finally broke out
with "RORAN FUCKING WILDER!"

   The woman looked shocked and in awe at Roran, almost completely
speechless as her elated son hoped around wildly to Millie's amusement as
her stepmother now pride-sister joined at her side to see what the
commotion was.  Ro however felt uneasy with the excitement his name evoked,
and tried to share a smile with the woman before turning to look at his two
mates just twenty feet away at the back door.

   "Are you..." the blonde asked "Are you REALLY, who my son says you are?"

   "My name is Roran Wilder, ma'am." He answered.  "I'm not sure who you
son thinks I am, but that's my name." And offered to shake the woman's
hand, who after some time shook from her trance of awe and took his hand.

   "My names Inana, that wild pooch is my son Solan..." She felt a twinge
of excitement at the man's gentle but firm grip on her hand "We just moved
here from Seattle with my daughters Jael and Marsa, they're at the Wal-Mart
in Yucca valley shopping but they'd LOVE to meet you."

   "I'm sure I'd love to meet them, too." He looked back at his two dark
haired beauties and beckoned them closer.  "These are my pride-mates, Judy
and Millie."

   The girls all exchanged pleasantries while Solan stood beside his mother
almost unable to speak as the excitement was almost too much.  Almost too
much for Roran who finally asked "If you please, what it is about my name
that's got you both so wound up?"

   Solan looked shocked and grinned "You're kidding right?...dude,
you...are...FAMOUS!"

   Judy and Millie looked at one another and then at the young man in
question before Millie asked "What do you mean famous,...daddy?" she took
his hand, "When did you become famous?"

   The word `daddy' got a raised and amused brow from Inana who stood
silent and locked knowing eyes on Judy who smiled and gave a soft nod.

   Solan Blaqwolf got flabbergasted "Why?  Why?  Seriously!?...dude your
name is big with ALL Lycans, even vampires, werewolves, ect ect ect man! 
In the supernatural world, who DOESN'T know the name of the wolf that
killed the Kappas in Iceland!"

   "Kappas?" Judy asked.  "Like a sorority?"

   Roran shook his head, as Millie answered, "No a Kappa is breed of
Vampire and succubus, forming a green skinned creature that can't stand to
live in warm climates, and I'm sure we were never in Iceland...Daddy and I
did face some in Canada."

   Solan continued "And the Daitya?"

   Before Judy could ask Roran answered "A large demon Giant...  outside
Seoul during the War."

   "The crème de la crème!" Solan bounced around "The Behemoth!  EVERYONE
knows about the Behemoth in Africa!"

   "It was actually in Germany, kid." Roran grinned, a little foolish pride
set in but mostly out of the sheer excitement that he invoked in Solan.  "I
didn't kill it though, that was merely a serious misunderstanding."

   "You're famous dude!" He pointed at Ro.  "and we
live...right...next...door!  Shit mom, we live right next door to the Crazy
Wolf!"

   That label took the three on the other side of the fence back, for no
one had ever referred to Roran as the Crazy Wolf, at least not to his face
before.

   The day had pretty much been just that, an introduction of family
members of two sets of wolves, the men moving stuff into the new house
while the ladies grew better acquainted, until the afternoon had grown
late. The girls came home and became fast friends with the Blaqwolf sisters
who upon their return became smitten and in awe of their famous new
neighbor.  Things almost got a little tense when night fell and the two
vampire vixens came strolling out, making the Blaqwolf family bare their
fangs, until assured by the Wilders.  After quick intros, Cleo and Jaena
went to the club for it was their shift tonight with the twins, while Roran
and Judy had the night off for Friday and Saturday to be with their girls.

   "I still can't believe you got Vampires in your pack." Solan tried to
say without hateful spite in his voice, but his own history with the blood
drinkers was not one of fond remembrance.

   It was the beautiful Jael Blaqwolf who had been softer towards the
Vampires and of course showed anxious curiosity when asking how they came
about to being part of the Wilder wolf pack.  To which Roran assured them
was a story for a later date, then asked what Pack the Blaqwolf's were a
part of back in Seattle.

   "We've never had a pack." Solan immediately chimed in.

   "My husband." Inana stood in.  "He was, well...a mix..." She shared a
furtive glance with her son and daughters but finally came out with it. 
"His mother was a Dire Wolf, his father was a...well...a Hyena."

   'Mother and father?...mixed' the thought raised questions that Roran
decided would wait for another time, strange though.  Under the light of
the back porch the Wilder family kept silent with Ro not betraying any
emotions of animosity, Millie and Judy were by the grill turning the steaks
with their eyes on the mother Blaqwolf, but Cherish and Peach couldn't keep
from making shocked open mouth expressions.

   "My father," Solan spoke in solemnly "Was a good man, a fantastic
wolf...the other Dire's rejected him and he had no love for the Hyena's who
often times proved to be volatile towards humans and other subspecies."

   Roran nodded his understanding and took Inana's hand to comfort her
anxiety, which she took with equal grace and gave a timid smile as she
turned towards her son.

   "What happened to him?" was the question that escape Cherish's mouth
before she could stop.

   Her daddy shot her a look that seemed to be both chastising and grateful
in that he didn't have to break that ice by asking himself.  Marsa looked
like she was ready to cry softly, as did Inana.  Solan kept a tense face,
as it seemed he was fighting himself as to whether or not to tell, but it
was Jael who spoke softly.

   "He a murdered less than a year ago." She said

   The older Wilder looked questioningly as she continued.  "Solan and I
were...well...it was a full moon and we were lonely so, you know." Roran
nodded, as full moons made Lycans plenty playful and often times randy. 
"Mom was with her friends having a girls night out, but Mars...she
was...she was with daddy the night it happened." Marsa stood up and walked
into the house sniffling.

   "You don't...have to...if it's too much." Roran tried to tell her, but
Jael continued.  "She had claimed papa the night before..."

   "Claimed?" Cherish asked.

   "Yeah...  you know by our nature, the claim, right?" Jael asked,
receiving a headshake of no.  "Well, its when a Lycan she-wolf claims a
mate and they share their first full moon together in coitus.  She loved
our father and wanted to be one of his wives, so they went to be alone in
the woods.  Well, they were attacked by masked men with...silver." She
stopped and sniffled a little herself.  "Silver tipped arrows on
crossbows."

   The wilders watched intensely, Judy and Millie pulling off the steaks as
to not be any further distracted while Jael kept going with a tear
streaming down her face.  "Daddy, his name was...  Cesare...he made Mars
run away while he fought the men, wounded a few, and killed one...but their
arrows...*sniff sniff* their arrows were too quick and pierced daddy's
heart before he could finish them."

   Cherish had tears in her eyes, as the image or her own daddy falling in
place inevitably hit her imagination and was almost too much to bare. 
Peach held still in spite of the heat in her head throbbing in her temples,
while her belly cramped heavily.  Roran felt Inana squeeze his hand,
noticing her other hand squeeze her sons as she sat in stoic silence
through the horrible tale.

   "As you can guess, by nature of the wolf blood, we all felt him die at
that moment." Jael continued, after looking towards her human mother a
moment then back at Roran.  "We found him later that evening when Marsa
took us back to him...the scent was gone, covered in ammonia all over the
place.  The men were smart, and organized, except one little thing they
missed." Roran raised a questioning brow, "A blood splatter stain on a tree
branch near by.  That scent is all we have, and well we..." she looked at
Solan.

   Solan kept a fierce eye leveled with Jael's as to warn her not to
continue, but Roran figured it quickly and said "You've traced it in this
direction."

   They nodded, "First of all, my sincerest condolences for your recent
loss, I know how much it hurts to lose a loved one and of course through
our bloodlines `feel it'.  Second, I'd rather know what you know in any
case." Roran said.  "If any hate groups are around, I'd like to know.  I
myself have had enough of these hateful bastards in the last few years
since TrueBlood hit the market, and I wont tell you how many I've killed in
the way just to protect my sisters."

   The Blaqwolf's shared an understanding nod.  "But for now" Roran
continued.  "We'll put that part aside and share a new night together as
friends.  You've expressed your loss and sealed a bond here, and we'd like
to help you through it any way we can."

   Cherish jumped gracefully from her seat into Solan's arms and hugged him
tight, wanting to comfort the handsome youth who held her with equal
firmness fighting any need to release his own tears.  Millie rushed for
Jael as Judy came around and held Inana.  Peach sat in her fathers lap for
need of her own discomfort to be alleviated, as it was growing rather harsh
and nearly unbearable.

   Wiping tears from her eyes after sharing the sisterly hug with Millie,
Jael sniffed the air and took notice of the twelve year old in her fathers
embrace.  "Oh my god." She sniffed and smiled, drying her eyes.  "You're in
your first cycle aren't you?"

   Marsa had been standing in the doorway waiting for the subject to change
and grateful at the chance to finally come back without another thought of
the past, as she secretly bore a weight of guilt leading to the events. 
Strolling up to the father daughter embrace and placing her palm to the
girl's forehead.  "Oh my..." she mused "Just barely a week in too." Looking
at Roran she smiled at him "You must be so proud."

   The evening calmed the nerves and brought about a strong bond between
the two families that Roran knew would last a long time yet, as he grew to
rather enjoy their company over the steaks and beers.  Cherish took a place
in her daddy's lap continuously flirting with him in a childish and
innocent manner, that at times bordered on not so innocent when she mused
breathishly "Admit it, if mommy wasn't here, it would be us.  Two lovers in
the brace of intimate romance as father-husband and daughter-wife."

   He slowly brought his eyes from her to Solan with a bemused, "You
getting all this?" and she would argue with Peach over her right to Claim
him, and he could not help but roll his eyes when Jael finally answer
Cherish's questions about "claiming" in the packs.

   She had told her "For Lycans, the male does not choose a mate, rather
the mate chooses him.  So when a female has come to maturity after her
first few years of cycles she may be old enough to lay a claim.  Now if the
male already has a mate, then his mate may choose to either allow a dual
pride-mateship by naming the girl as Pride-sister or she may fight off the
claim either till the other has yielded or been killed.  The wolf himself
has really no say as to the matter, so he may end up with one mate or
many."

   This caused Cherish to give a grin and arched brow behind her towards
Roran bringing fits of giggles all around the yard as they mingled and
shared wine coolers and beer.  "Sooooooooo..." she turned back to Jael
"You're saying that if I claim daddy when I'm old enough, then mom has to
share us in polygamist marriage or fight to the death?" Making the blonde
Blaqwolf girl laugh harder.

   Cherish immediately looked at her mother who taking a swig of her beer,
took the bottle from her lips and gulped down the liquid before sharing a
narrow eyed stare with her daughter.  "Fine, claim your father when you can
but remember this, I am STILL your mother and number one wife, got it?"

   The child huffed "Keep your precious crown you wicked Queen.  I'm
younger, cuter, and TIGHTER!" a sentence that had all drop their own
conversations and stare in shock, but not so much as Roran's wide eyed open
mouth stare into space before finally giving an almost strained and
disgusted "Oh...my...GAWD!"

   The laughter stole the silence when he lifted his giggling daughter off
his knee and stood up with his hands in the air and head shaking
"You...no...no...no!  Bad...no bad, bad no!  Wrong, so wrong!" He was
succinctly mind raped by his own little girl as he moved away and tried to
drown out those words in his brain by desperately chugging beer after beer.


   "O-M-G you little tramp!" Judy squealed "I had a daddy crush when I was
your age but I NEVER had the balls to say THAT!"

   Everyone laughed as Roran fake cried as he poured beer down his throat
and Cherish blushed in her seat, Millie just stroked her sister's hair and
whispered.  "Someday, pride-sister"

   VI.  (Bobby O)

   What a horrible fucking day this was turning out to be!  First Nonny and
I have a bitter argument about nothing and everything that started with the
daily news website featuring yet another missing child in San Bernardino
county, making the toll eight in less than four weeks.  I hate to be THAT
person but I've seen these stories so long that a new one doesn't phase me
anymore.  She got mad and flung lunch at me calling me an insensitive
prick, as the subject of missing children still shatters her heart to no
end.  I tried to tell her that if I could change it I would, (Which was
only half true, as I have abilities to do something, but after spending
five years on the force trying to do something, it got to the point that I
just couldn't stand it anymore.) She began yelling about what if we had our
own kids and they disappeared and like an asshole I said "they'd be mixed
were and Lycans IF we could have em and they'd be able to take care of
themselves."

   Bare in mind she's having her period and for human or Lycan it's a
serious time, even if she only goes through it for a few days a month.  So
anything spoken can be a ticking time bombs blown fuse if said at the wrong
moment.  So on top of sounding like a discerning father figure I also hit a
nerve with "IF we could have children" and that was a punch to the poor
girls gut if anything.  Matters got worse when I blamed the PMS stating
"It's been three days now, isn't your period over yet?" (What a fucking
idiot I am)

   The day did not get any better as Wanda still hasn't shown up or called
in to work, which to say the least isn't completely abnormal for that girl
has done this twice before, but `give me a break' I thought `just cause
she's fucking "woofy" and eating smoldering boxes of two vampires, I have
to suffer the extra work for that little skank.' ...As if that wasn't
enough, Marty and Fanny showed up late and spent too much time chatting
with that Duke fella instead of working, and when I suggested calling Ro in
for help, Cleo snapped at me and said "leave the man alone, he deserves
alone time with his kids."

   I have noticed Nonny giving me a timid `I'm sorry' expression since sun
down.  When she came out in her tight wood land cameo booty shorts and
urban cameo bikini top with her red hair tied into two pigtails, working
her tight skinny body in that cage for all the marines and patrons, she
kept looking my way with that sexy snarl of hers.  I couldn't help but
laugh to myself when I saw her rocking it in those military grade women's
army boots, with knee high stripped pink/blue/yellow socks.

   Not to be outdone by her identical twin sister, Fanny put her blonde
hair in two braids down the back, and sported a tan bikini top with the
army insignia, and a pair of green booty shorts with the words Be All You
Can Be across her ass.  The same boots her sister wore, except her knee
socks were pure white cotton with a pair of crosses swords stitched into
the sides.

   The crowd was going wild with the two sexy tall petite twins rocking the
cages, prompting marine wives and girlfriends to jump on stage and kiss the
delicious beauties through the bars before turning to flash their tits at
the entire club for the hoots and hollers.  To bring the big finale, the
two did something I've never seen them do before...they stepped out of
their cages and seductively strolled up to one another, Nonny stood with
one leg locked over her sisters thigh as Fanny took her sister by the left
side of her neck and the two looked grinning into the crowd before turning
their eyes at each other, lids closing suddenly as they locked lips.  Every
man in the room went nuts when the two identical cuties (sans the dyed red
hair on Nonny) took in a tongue slathering passionate kiss on stage.

   As I poured drink after drink I couldn't help but notice that at least
the night was getting better after such a sucky day.  When the kiss between
the sisters ended after it had grown into a passionate pelvis grind and
face sucking, Nonny turned to me and mouthed the words "you're welcome" (as
if I'd ever asked her to do such a thing, but...thank you, Nonny)

   When the night winded down and last call came I was getting ready to
empty the till when Jaena came and told me that Nonny wanted to `See' me
upstairs with a twinkle in her eyes.  She came around the bar to handle the
till as I made my way upstairs to be stopped by Cleo.

   "Hey," she said, "I wanted to apologize for snapping at you
earlier...just...you know...stressed."

   I shook my head with no apologies needed, and tried to make my way past
her when I felt her claws take my shirt from behind and hurl me into her
office.  Before I could move, Cleo had me back on her scratched up desk and
thighs straddling mine.

   "What are you doing?" I demanded.

   "Shhh" she leaned down and licked my lips.  "I'm just making up for my
earlier...attitude." Her vampire fangs shot out suddenly and with an
incredible flash her face was right at my neck, making me tense up thinking
she was about to bite me, only to be heated by the feel of her lips and
tongue suckling at the nap of my neck.

   "Cleo, stop!" I tried to push her off of me "Nonny wanted to see me,
she'll look for me if I'm not there in the next..."

   "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?" We heard from the doorway.

   "Nonny!" Cleo rushed off of me "It's not what it looks like."

   `It's not what it looks like' I thought `are you fucking serious, you
bitch, I'm so fucking dead' as Nonny came walking up to me with a slap to
my face and a growl at Cleo.  "I call you up and you're in here fucking
around with this dead slut!"

   "DEAD SLUT?" Cleo hissed angrily.

   "You heard me, Skank...he's mine!" Nonny growled.

   Before I could think to myself how off this whole thing seemed, the two
began brawling and throwing each other into the walls violently, cursing
each other out with `cunt' `whore' `bitch' ect.  When suddenly Cleo had
Nonny on the floor with her fingers around her throat and fangs barred
menacingly before she looked at me and said "If I can't have you, no one
can."

   I was ready to put a stake in her heart when she shot down quickly in
what seemed to be a move to bite my young girlfriend but instead kissed
her. Stopping me dead in my tracks as the two rolled on the floor kissing
and moaning, pulling each others cloths off...I finally got it...

   "That is not fucking funny, you two!" I chastised them, bringing giggles
from near naked pair.

   They just looked at me laughing and pecking kisses before Cleo said "So,
he's REALLY big you say?" to which Nonny put her hands spaced apart
indicating my length and girth.  Cleo looked from my groin to my girl and
said "prove it."

   Nonny crawled towards me on her hands and knees pushing me back into the
wall while her fingers opening the front of my jeans, looking back at the
gorgeous Asian vampire and fished out my already growing cock for the
undead girl to see.

   Cleo gasps and in a flash was on her knees beside my slender girlfriend,
leaning in she stopped and towards Nonny said "May I?" To which Nonny girl
nodded, bringing the vampires lips to wrapping themselves around the head
of my cock and inhaling deep down my shaft.

   I'd only fantasized about feeling Cleo's precious lips feasting on my
throbbing prick, and now the fantasy comes true with the love of my life
holding my shaft in her slender fingers, working it back and forth in
subtle motions as my boss sucks me off.

   "You've had a stressful day, baby." Nonny stood holding my prick for
Cleo's suction.  "I wanted to make it up to you."

   I could only stare into her eyes moaning as the short barely five-foot
vamp vixen pulled my foreskin with a force I'd never felt before.  Nonny
leaned in and kiss me softly on the lips, biting my bottom lip and tugging
with a chuckle as her thumb and index finger squeeze my shaft hard through
Cleo ministrations.

   "Cleo's the best, Bobby." Nonny whispered.  "She sucks cock almost as
good as she does...pussy..." the ladies giggled, Cleo's muffed giggles
around my cock turning into heavy slurps as she bobbed her head back and
forth into my pelvis.  Nonny moved down to her knees again just as Cleo
took her lips off of me with a loud plop, her fangs making me cringe as to
how she could have them out while sucking me off leaving no marks.  Her own
small hand offering my prick to Nonny Girl who moaned as she threw her lips
around my painfully hard cock.  Her mouth working closer and closer to the
nest of my groin, swallowing me deep into her throat when I suddenly felt
`it'...  she kept me in the back of her throat for a moment when suddenly
an intense suction brought me to almost howling with my head thrown back.
Her throat was fucking swallowing hard at the head of my cock as she kept
it buried without gagging or couching once.

   "wow!" Cleo exclaimed.  "You told me you could make a man do that, but I
never believed."

   Nonny's suction kept for a few seconds before she rose up my shaft with
her lips, coming off for a breath and smiling at me, stroking me fast as
she use her other hand to wipe the dribbling saliva from her chin.  Cleo's
tongue slathered up and down the side of my shaft, planting suckling kisses
here and there before Nonny did it again.  That incredible deep throat and
suction with her swallowing throat.

   "Let me try!" Cleo begged excitedly.

   Nonny pulled off of me and put her hand behind Cleo's head and held
guide her down my shaft for an impossibly tight deep throating.  A human
could kill herself doing this but a vampire being dead could withstand the
horrible choking and live to tell about it, so Cleo took no notice of her
own discomfort as she took me deeper and deeper till almost half my cock
was completely engulfed in her throat.  Nonny just stared with her jaw on
the floor watching as our boss manipulated my manhood inside of her
esophagus.

   Red blood tears were streaming down Cleo's face as she stared almost
angrily and determined at me, taking time to force her throat to
accommodate me before I felt it.  Her throat closing and sucking painfully
at my aching prick.

   "Holy fucking Christ on his splintery cross!" I threw my head back and
yelled.

   Cleo pulled her self off of me, wiping the blood to staining her cheeks
as she stood up moving across the room removing the remainder of her work
cloths, exposing her tan taunt Asian flesh, with tiny tits sitting high on
her perfect body, and a sweet bubbled ass curving out behind her.  While
Nonny proceeded to suck my cock with furious desire, Cleo ran her fingers
through her slit, working her tiny wet pussy for me to watch.

   Before I could say anything, Nonny pulled me down to the floor, yanking
my pants off first and my shirt second.  She leaned down to kiss my cheek,
down my chin and neck, suckling hard to leave a mark that indicated who I
belonged to.

   "You, my love." She whispered.  "Are not allow to move one muscle, not
even your hands, or I'll be teasing you mercilessly for two weeks with NO
sex, got it?"

   I looked questioningly at her as Cleo strolled by, straddling my hips
while reaching down to grasp my cock in her hand, squatting down to run the
tip through her slit.  Nonny just giggled and said "We're doing the work
for you tonight, Uncle Bobby, tee-hee, you better NOT move...if you so much
as lift one of these..." she took my hand and rose it to her face where she
slipped one of my fingers into her lips and seductively suckled it.  "...to
hold us, or touch us, you will live to merciless, horrible weeks without
any sex...just cock teasing...pure...*suckle*...tyrannical... 
*suckle*...cock teasing.  Got it?"

   I nodded that I understood and let out a groan as the tightest smallest
pussy in the world began to engulf my hard standing prick slowly.  Cleo was
whimpering, biting her bleeding bottom lip as she decent down the length of
my cock, and deliciously squeezing me every inch of the way.

   "Jesus fucking Christ!" I moaned, Nonny leaving my hands on the floor
for myself to fight and restrain the urge to reach out, before straddling
my face.

   "I'm only ridding your lips, chin, and nose, Bob." She said.  "If I so
much as feel your tongue, then you forfeit and we leave your balls blue! 
Got it!"

   `No tongue?' I thought `this is gonna be fucking torture!' I just
groaned in response as she lowered her pussy to my face gently rubbing her
slit back and forth just daring me to lick, while Cleo impaled herself to
the root of my cock, throwing her head back with a loud sexy groan.

   "Ride his dick hard, Cleo!" Nonny moaned, gyrating on my face.

   It was pure heaven as Cleo lifted herself up my shaft and impaled
herself upon me again, repeating the process slowly at first, then with
impossible vampire speed she began ridding me faster and harder.  Like a
goddamn humming bird she would ride then come to a halt and give the
humming bird speed grinding in circles, back and forth between riding and
grinding me in ways I never dreamed.

   Nonny's pussy juices running down my lips made it almost impossible not
to lick as I groan in sexual ecstasy and blatant torment.  Her face
grinding me was growing intense as she came closer and closer to orgasm,
her head thrown back moaning with her eyes clamped shut, and a finger
working her clit as she rode my nose.

   Cleo's fingernails stung as they dug into the left and right sides of my
abs, holding me as she rode with that immortal speed of hers.  That
clinging tight snatch of hers squeezing me till I could hold it no longer
and finally let out a loud open mouth moan that must have vibrated through
Nonny's pussy causing us both to cum as one.

   "Fuck!  fuck!  fuck!!!  Fffffffuuuuck meeeeeee!!!!" Cleo yelled as her
pussy spasmed and throbbed around my cock, bringing her to a stopped and
shudder as she dug deeper in my abs, clamping down hard.

   Her velvet vice tight pussy held me with the threat of breaking me in
half as she came, rivers of pussy blood juices flooding my entire
midsection.  You'd swear I just fucked her at the worst part of her time of
the month, god it looked like someone died in my lap!  Squelching and
squishing as she clamped down with her pussy muscles, gripping tight to
ride out her shuddering orgasm.

   Nonny's fingers working the last of her orgasmic juices down and into my
mouth, where I dare not let my tongue slither out as much as I was begging
to do.

   Both girls breathing heavily as Nonny fell to the side on the floor,
rubbing tenderly at her poor pussy.  I almost reached for her when she took
my wrist...  "NO!  Don't you dare assume this is near over, you bad doggy!"
she said.

   Suddenly the door opened and the blonde identical version of my beloved
walked with wearing a white button up shirt and leather skirt, with
matching high heals and white socks.  I gave a `what the fuck' look
inciting giggles, just as Jaena entered wearing a schoolgirl jumper.  I
knew she was almost and hundred and fifty but still looked so wrong to be
such a young body in that particular attire, but they all just gathered
around me as Cleo gave a tormentuous tug and release of my cock till she
was standing above me.

   "You're probably confused, uncle Bob." Fanny said as she helped her
naked red head sister stand.  "Well, I called home a few hours ago, and
knowing Cherry (short for Cherish) she blathered on and on with the new
neighbors, but something interesting caught my ear."

   She looked at Nonny who squatted down beside me, starring me in the eye.
"Did you know, that among my kind, its not the men who choose a wife, but
the girl?" They all shared a giggle at my expense when I looked anxious and
curious.  "Well, uncle Bobby, I'm choosing you...and were or Lycan, I'm not
giving you a choice."

   Nonny kissed me, bringing bells to my ears as her hand reach down and
stroked my blood soaked cock with tender loving care.  "To celebrate, I
plan to make this a night worth remembrance..." she leaned down a licked my
bloody mushroom head.  Then she brought her blood covered tongue to my lips
and kissed me deeply, the vampire blood working quickly to euphoria that I
never allowed myself to taste before.  "...and what better way to remember,
than with SEX and Torture!"

   Taking another suckle at my blood-covered prick, the twins shared a kiss
that set them down the same euphoric high I was feeling.  Normally my first
thought would have been, `please don't let me get addicted to this' but at
that moment I was lying on a field in Nepal where hundreds of colorful cats
were meowing and tugging on giants yarns of string while the four beauties
began running their fingers all over my chest, I could think, `God please
let me remember everything when I come out of this!'
   ...to be continued.