Endangered Ch. 10

"I fucking need it!" she cried, closing her eyes as she shook, helplessly lost in bliss.

Grinning like a madman, Chris arched backward, sluicing out of her depths until her labia strained pink and taught against his sensitive coronal ridge. Pushing through the spasms of her climax, he sank back to kiss the barrier protecting her burgeoning womb. Even now, his seed was rising. His thick knob bucked, hardening further as his abdomen began to tense and shudder.

He plunged to the hilt one final time as his precious seed erupted, blasting white against her tender, squeezing flesh. Lillian gurgled incoherently as he shot rope after thick rope against her deepest limit.

Grunting deep satisfaction, Chris had to fight to keep his eyes open, hunching his hips with every blissful pulse racing up his bucking cock. He tenderly cradled Lillian's jaw, pricking his thumb on her fang to let his blood well up for her. Releasing her trapped hands, he lovingly ran his own through her sweaty hair as he unloaded his creamy jism and flooded her with magic.

He watched her succumb, the vampiric embodiment of his mate, and reached deep for their connections. Blood, magic, life, and love. Forcing his magical awareness within her, he sought out every one of the teeming, microscopic creatures that made her what she was.

"I love you, Lillian Kozlov," he spoke to every atom that made her, sealing the words with his magic as it sped through her veins.

Her eyelids fluttered over black orbs, tears welling up as she twisted in a grimace of euphoria. It was as if his rushing magic carried the weight of his pure, overflowing love. She sucked greedily at his thumb as the warmth of his seed pooled and overflowed within her. It was unbelievable, waves of pure acceptance, of love, washed through her wickedness, her terrible crimes, and all her dark desires. It was too much, how could anyone feel this for her?

Something pounded in her ears, vampiric instinct told her to crawl away, but her body didn't respond. His love inundated her completely, dragging her down into darkness as he hovered above her, those blue eyes sparkling in knowing satisfaction. The cocky little shit.

Lillian came to blearily, weak and sweaty as he hauled her hips up into the air. He was still hard and enormous inside her of course, not bothering to leave her throbbing vagina to recover for even a few seconds as he rolled her into position on her front.

"What did you do to me, young one?" she groaned, her body felt floppy and useless, like a wet noodle. It was all she could manage to turn her head and look back at him as he slid all the way home, dislodging a torrent of white seed to flow down her shaking thighs onto the already soiled sheets.

"I did exactly what you needed, my beautiful mate," he settled his weight on her back and began kissing the damp skin of her neck. With satisfied grunts, he hunched softly into her, nudging her limit with the head of his enormous member. "You're mine, vampire. But I can't be only yours."

"I know," she whimpered as he reached beneath to capture her massive swaying tits. Cradling and pawing them, he began to seriously fuck her abused little quim once more. With a knowing growl, he trapped her sensitive nipples between his fingers, squeezing until her head shot up and her hips bucked back into his groin. She could feel the soft skin of his bulging, hairless sack mashing against her overstimulated clit.

"Despite my mates, don't I still love you?" he whispered in her ear as he plundered her with short, violent jabs. "Don't I give you more than a vampire could ever dream?"

"Yes!" her inner beast cried joyously as he released a swinging breast to tenderly gather her hair with one hand.

"Didn't I free you? Put life inside your womb?" he asked more harshly, tugging her up into an intense arch as he sank his fangs into her shoulder, pumping more of his maddening itch into her racing blood.

"Yes," she gasped as his cock sawed hard against her incredibly sensitive g-spot, plunging her into a small orgasm. "You're... oh, dah... you're a fucking god!"

"I'm no god," he chuckled breathlessly, delivering a satisfying swat to her vast, quivering rump as he began pounding into her again with most of his incredible length. "But you'd better start showing my First the respect she deserves. She loves you, you know."

"I'm sorry," the vampire shuddered, helpless as a kitten as he took her roughly. Her scalp tingled delightfully, giving her just the right amount of pain as she lolled in his grip. "I'll be good, I promise."

"I know you will," he brushed his lips against her ear. "Because if you don't, there will be no more magic for you. No more of my seed. I'll feed you blood. I'll still fuck you, but every time I want to climax, I'll make sure Immi is right there, and she'll get every drop that should be yours."

"No!"

"Oh, yes," he smacked her huge ass again, eliciting a high pitched squeal. "So learn to respect and love your broodmates. You'll be rewarded if you please me."

With that final promise, the dragon shoved her forward, burying her face in the rumpled bedding. He proceeded to demonstrate his mastery of her pleasure.

There was something primally satisfying in the sight of her reddened labia wrapped tightly around the thickness of his glistening, cum-streaked shaft. They really were a perfect match. Her breathy cries were music to his ears, and the small, tender rosebud on full display as he squeezed her jostling buttcheeks gave him a wicked idea.

With a dastardly leer that might've given even her pause if she'd seen it, he flattened her into the bed with his weight. His cock snugly ensconced, he bounced his hips punishingly into the springy cushion of her spectacular, jiggling ass. One hand worked back into her tousled chestnut hair, tugging her head to the side so he could have her sweet mouth as well. His other hand wormed beneath her soft tummy to their tepid junction, skillfully caressing her throbbing love-bean.

Taking great pleasure of his own, he despoiled the shaken vampiress through two more mind-shattering climaxes. He ransacked her to exhaustion, until she could barely speak or move. All the while, he forced the knowledge of his love into her very being until it was all her vampire mind could hold.

Finally, he took mercy, unleashing his precious load into her, accompanied by a throaty growl of satisfaction.

Assuming it was all over as his scalding seed jetted thick and creamy in her aching core, Lillian's body and mind began to unknot from their pleasured tangle. She'd never been fucked quite like that, both human and vampire were reeling.

A gentle zenith of magical bliss still flowed through her as he emptied himself, one long strand after another, but she was done. She whimpered in relief as his hand slipped away from her inflamed clitoris. Throat sore and hoarse from screaming, she knew her ass would be covered in his big red handprints. It was intoxicating and a little frightening to be so used, and yet so loved at the same time.

She moaned out a weak, wordless protest as he withdrew his huge slab of meat well before he was finished. Trails of warmth blossomed over her smarting ass and up her back. She squirmed coyly, cooing over her shoulder with fearsome black eyes as his semen rained hot on her sweat-slicked skin. The little blue gnat would no doubt smell it on her and be furious at such a debaucherous waste of his essence.

"Unnnggghhfff!" her head shot up as he pressed the enormous, pulsing head of his cock to the winking knot of her unprepared butthole.

"Shhh, it's okay," he soothed as his seed drenched her tight sphincter. He had a firm grip on her waist and used it to gently nose that hot, blunt tip into her rosebud. In response, her indignant little hole nipped and spasmed in complaint at the unexpected invader. "I'm not going in, relax. You're going to have to earn that."

"Fuck, Chris," she breathed as he pulled her onto him just a little more. It was barely enough to open her, but suddenly the heat of his pulsing semen blossomed deep and satisfying in her bowels, just how she loved it.

It was too much. She wouldn't have thought it possible, but pleasure overwhelmed her once more.

"Hmmm," he chuckled darkly against her neck as he emptied his last into her. "There might be something to this after all."

In contrast to the way he'd fucked her, Lillian was pampered gently in the aftermath of their rutting. True to his word, he told her to keep her dazed inner beast at the forefront of her being as he gently carried her into the shower. It was wonderful to just lean back against his powerful body as he washed her from head to toe, his seed leaking reluctantly from her body. She was sore and inflamed, he had used her and loved her, it was fantastic. She felt like a princess when he was finally done, but it didn't end there.

Stealing one of Annabel's hairbrushes, he wrapped them both in fluffy bathrobes and pulled her out into the living room. The others women were halfway through some comedy movie, and she felt unusually self-conscious as they joined them. Apparently he felt none of her trepidation, guiding her into his lap on one end of a sofa to begin carefully brushing snarls out of her dark hair. She still felt weak, her pussy thrumming heady satisfaction and her limbs heavy and tired from their sex.

"Relax," he whispered, running a hand up and down her flank until she snuggled against his side, allowing herself to enjoy his doting ministrations. The brush continued to work delightfully against her scalp and through her cooling, damp hair.

"Damn, I want some of whatever she's had," Claire murmured in good-natured jealousy.

"Amen," Susan nodded. "That looks simply divine."

Lillian didn't respond or tease, she just smiled and let it all slip past her, washed away by the waves of loving satisfaction rolling off her mate. After a few minutes for everyone to settle back down and get back to watching the movie, Chris beckoned Annabel to join them.

"Are you okay, Lillian?" she asked quietly as he made room and she snuggled against his other side.

"I'm sorry," Lillian whispered as Annabel gently took her hand and began to massage, careful of the black talons still protruding from each digit.

Their faces were barely a few inches apart as they rested on his broad chest. They could both hear the steady thumping of his heart beneath their ears.

"It's okay," Annabel smiled, wondering what he'd done to the vampire to create such a reversal of attitude. "I know it can't be easy adjusting to the pregnancy... to being with him."

"It isn't," the vampire confessed, surprising herself with the candid admission. "I'm growing so quickly now, and something's changing in me. I can feel it. I'm sated one moment and ravenous the next, I don't know if it's the pregnancy or whatever his magic is doing to me."

Chris kissed her still-moist tresses in reassurance and hugged her tight against his flank.

"We'll work it out," Annabel promised with boundless conviction. "We're all here for you, you know? Every one of us will do whatever we can to support you. That's how the magic works, how we grow strong together. I don't care if you're a vampire or you think you're evil or whatever. We love each other, and our dragon."

"Thank you," Lillian husked, turning her face into his chest to hide her tears. She didn't deserve any of this, least of all this young woman's care and affection. She'd done such terrible things in her long life. How could this odd brand of domestic bliss be her redemption?

She felt Annabel shift, sprawling across Chris to embrace her. The tears really began to flow then, and she voiced a muted sob as she somehow started to feel the waves of love and acceptance coming not only from him, but from Annabel too. They seeped into her, filling the dark void she'd so carefully cultivated for hundreds of years until it shattered under the weight of irrepressible truth. She was truly loved once more.

***

The scenery of arid desolation scrolling past his window slowed, awaking Radek from his idle musings as the bus braked for yet one or another stop. At least it was air conditioned, the seats comfortable, and the cabin free of filthy, stinking livestock. Other than the seven other passengers, of course.

Parched brown and scattered here and there with the bastions of termites, his view of the prairie outside reminded him of his time in another desert. He watched the shimmering heat rising from the baked, dusty soil, battering the already desiccated grass and scattered trees that waited patiently for the return of a kinder season.

The corner of his lip twitched into a sneer, the memory came back to him too easily.

Sand. Sand everywhere. So fine, so tiny that it was in every agonising breath of that acrid, pathetically thin excuse for air. His first battle. Back then he'd been such a puny thing, coughing up heaving breaths full of sand dust as he dodged this way and that, seeking only to live in the maelstrom of the front lines. Never mind the lust to kill, to devour, just survive this one day and live a little longer.

The chaos of open battle among the ranks of his larger brothers and sisters had not suited him. Still, he'd survived. He and only two other neophytes had feasted that night under the tearful gaze of the world's broken fortress-moons, their domed cities burning as the favoured legion raped and devoured their way through the hapless population.

That had been a long time ago now.

A flicker of apprehension caressed the edge of his awareness, his uncanny senses jolting him to alertness rather like a hungry spider to the first tremor of its silk. The bus rocked slightly, coming to a halt in the road. He sighed, settling back into his seat as a heat-tormented soldier walked underneath his window at the back of the bus. Another checkpoint then, no matter. It was easy enough to make these pitiful creatures see only what he needed them to.

Sliding open, the door admitted two sweaty men in uniform, armed and stern. The driver smiled obsequiously, bobbing his head almost as fluidly as the absurd figurine half melted to the dashboard. Radek reached for his power, preparing to enthrall the two men as they slowly walked down the aisle, displaying a penchant for diligence unseen at the previous roadblocks.

He started suddenly as his magic slipped past the first guard, finding no purchase in the dark-haired man's mind whatsoever. A flicker of power brushed against his awareness, and he jumped from his seat, cursing himself for a complacent fool. He'd been found.

"Pare!" the lead soldier shouted, dropping the documents he'd been inspecting to scramble for his holstered pistol.

Anger rose in him, mostly directed at his own stupidity, but finding a convenient outlet in the form of the snarling soldier. Arcing scarlet from one extended fingertip, his power took the man square in the chest, crumpling, liquifying his innards. The man only managed a sickly gurgle as he melted to the floor, the finger of power crashed through him and into his startled companion even as he chambered the first bullet of his assault rifle's magazine. Too slow.

The screaming started, as it always did. It was a beautiful chorus to his ears, promising power and rich satiation. His mouth watered in automatic anticipation but there was no time to linger, he needed to escape. Those men had been protected from his mind's touch, there were Beings here.

The briefcase was already in his hand, but he knew he needed access to his precious stores if he was to escape this ambush unscathed, despite that, he loathed wasting such power. He bent to unlock it, unintentionally saving his life in the process as something punched through the bus' window. The safety glass transformed into a mosaic of cracks as the missile passed directly through the space his head had occupied moments before.

He caught only a glimpse of the massive bolt, steel tipped and perfectly fletched as it whistled overhead before crashing straight through the opposite window in an explosion of glittering shards.

Understandably rattled, Radek peeked around an unshattered window, searching for his attacker as he hastily threw open the briefcase. He grabbed at a careless fistful of leathery cards, crumpling them to grey dust. His eyes flicked to movement even as the heady power of six human lives rushed into him.

On a small rise across an almost barren pasture inhabited only by two bony steers, a dark figure stepped gracefully from behind a stooped tree. Shouldering what appeared to be a comically huge arbalest, his ambusher stood with her hand on a cocked hip, regarding him in return. Even from a distance of over two hundred yards, the tall, feminine figure clad in midnight black from head to toe was known to him by reputation if nothing else. She began loping unhurriedly down toward the road, a display of nonchalance that galled his ego.

"So," he growled in frustration as his ears drew his attention back to the shouts of converging soldiers. "They send the Huntress. Where then, is the Hound?"

This was far more dire a situation than could have reasonably been anticipated. For a moment, his survival instinct urged him to flee right now, to vanish into the Ether and start again on another continent. Perhaps Africa? But time was getting short now, and he couldn't so easily recoup the cost of such a journey, let alone the risk of his passage being accurately traced. No doubt it would if they'd already gotten this close to him.

No. No, that wouldn't do. What he needed now was to evade, to regroup, and to sow discord. Just buy a little more time. It appeared his relatively peaceful sojourn of the last few months was over. Time to throw a few more spanners into the works then, he still had several doozies left.

First, though, he needed to survive. The power coursing through this husk of a human form gave him confidence, but he regretted the need to keep the farce intact a little longer. How he would enjoy the freedom of his true form in a moment like this, his full power unleashed against such a worthy foe. It would be too wasteful of his precious skin.

It was almost flattering that the Huntress had been sent for him, though it made perfect sense. So, he rose to meet the challenge. Unmindful of the fate of his fine leather shoes, Radek calmy stepped through the muck of the two ruined bodies in the aisle. He left the other passengers to their screaming. This could work to his advantage if he survived. The Huntress had involved far too many witnesses, she'd given him an audience. Let them try to cover this up once he was done. If they could.

Bullets started flying as soon as his foot hit the tar-bubbled pavement. He hardened himself, reaching uncaringly into his breast pocket as the angry projectiles bounced and ricocheted harmlessly, not even marring his suit. He pulled an ornately inscribed little vial into view, its liquid contents brown and thick. A vicious shake riled the half-crazed beast inside, an indistinct shape thrashing furiously in the dirty water. His little Australian insurance policy. He chuckled, there was nothing little about it.

Wary of his ambushers, he glanced up and down the road, taking note of the soldiers as they tried to find cover behind cars who's panicked drivers wanted nothing but to get away from the sudden madness. His eyes fell on an olive-skinned teen, gawking from the back seat of the car in front of his bus, her phone held up to record. Such incredible technology they'd developed.

The girl looked on in horror as a decorated soldier dropped his empty rifle to the road and charged forward with a cry of impotent disbelief. The unremarkable greying man just smiled at her, refusing to acknowledge the man who now pressed a pistol point blank to his temple. The soldier shouted some cliched obscenity and pulled the trigger.