Some Alone Time

What were they going to do with the unconscious and irradiated werewolf? As he lifted his arm, the telltale click of a trigger being cocked nearby told Growl what was going to happen nanoseconds before the shotgun obliterated half of the werewolf's skull. Growl was splattered with gore and turned to see the shooter, a real hillbilly type if ever one existed: checkered shirt with the sleeves cut off, dirty jeans, boots just one mile away from being repossessed, the ancient "MAGA" cap - Growl allowed the Alpha in him to start stretching out. In an instant, Queen Jacqueline had the hick's shotgun in hand and had broken and dismantled it in so many pieces. The small crowd of Hicksville hicks was agitating, until Bastion and a few other vamps appeared with hungry grins on their faces.

"Mr. Bennington, what in the dying hell do you think you're doing, shooting that close to somebody?" Jacqueline coolly asked the brawny male hick.

Mr. Bennington glowered down at Jacqueline, being a full foot taller than her. "That other man there ain't even a man," he replied testily, talking about Growl, who was doing his utmost best to control his anger and keep his transformation under wraps. If he transforned now, people would die. Many people.

"What do you think he is, Mr. Bennington?" Bastion asked, further stoking the fires of rage in Growl. Nyx put an arm on Growl's hunched shoulder.

"A damn big 'n hairy creepy crawly," Bennington said, laughing and hocking up a sizeable amount of chewing tobacco juice. Queen Jacqueline had had enough. She reached up quickly and tapped Bennington dead center atop his head. His eyes crossed and he dropped like a sack of rocks.

"Anyone else have something callous and stupid to say?" Jacqueline looked around, hands on what Nyx noted to be her curvaceous hips. The crowd was suddenly quiet. "Get him out of my sight." Some of Bennington's friends picked him up. "Don't worry if he's out for a few days. A rap to the skull can do that." They took him away. Jacqueline walked over to Growl and placed a hand lightly on his forearm. "It is alll right, Alpha. They do not understand much, but tolerate them nonetheless, as they are our origin story." The heat flowing off Growl instantly reduced, to Nyx's jealous amazement. Fuckin' vamp! "But did you notice the star burst on the horizon from towards Brooklyn?" Growl and Nyx looked up quickly, towards the horizon.

"What kind of 'star burst' are you talking about, Queen Ketch?" Growl asked.

Jacqueline sighed. "Everyone please wait here." She glared at Bastion. "And I mean everyone!" She pressed up as close to Growl as she could get and put an arm around his waist. "I hope you are not afraid of heights, Growl Alpha." They both rose into the air by her sheer force of will. At a certain height, Jacqueline put them on a course for Brooklyn.

But long before their destination, in fact, just a few seconds later, she stopped in midair.

"Is there trouble, Queen Ketch?" Growl asked, turning left and right.

"Not at all," Jacqueline replied calmly, in a low voice. Growl peered at her and noticed her too innocent smile. "I must confess, I just wanted some alone time with you." Spotting a tall building nearby, she alighted on the roof. The building was likely sparsely inhabited, if at all, but only street lights broke the tenebrous mis-en-scène for a few blocks. The few straggling inhabitants of solitary buildings did not dare turn on lights in their apartments - light invited inquisitiveness, and, although few people would go and investigate a lighted area, predators would certainly explore why a single or a few solitary apartment lights shone from ostensibly abandoned buildings.

Queen Ketch and Growl Alpha looked out into a modern day wasteland, what the human race had been rushing towards for centuries, at least from the discovery of the explosive power released on splitting atoms. Mankind had become not just drunk, but mad with power. Growl heard some noise and turned towards Jacqueline, who was now completely nude, a glorious visage. She pressed onto him and they kissed, the heat of contact and urgency of two sentient beings who wanted to be with each other in such a manner overwhelming.

Growl was a werewolf and, often during coupling, his Alpha would emerge, but he did not wish to harm Jacqueline so he controlled his inner beast and fucked her well and good on the roof of the building. They fucked for an hour with him holding her so that he could both kiss her and suck her bouncy and eternally firm titties. When they kissed, it was ravenously, and they could not get enough of each other. He pressed and squeezed her all over, certain that he was not hurting her but enough to titillate her sensitive vampiric senses. As the hour of Growl pumping his massive black dick into her tight vampiress pussy came to a close, he increased the rhythm and pace of his upward strokes. Jacqueline leaned back and balanced at a forty-five degree angle while Growl pumped into her at superhuman speed.

When a vampiress ejaculated, it was a strange conglomeration of blood, blood plasma, and some other as yet unidentified body fluids. Obviously, she could not get pregnant so they had nothing to worry about on that score. Growl erupted a huge load of cum inside Jacqueline. She jerked forward and held onto him as he tried to put his dick through the bottom of her spinal cord. His dick was definitely bigger than the average Black man's dick which, in itself, was quite big. Add to that the... "enhancements" that being an Alpha engendered and Jacqueline was pleasantly surprised to feel his cock go deeper in her than any other being she had ever fucked, in human form.

As Growl emptied his hot fluids deep in her tight and hungry pussy, she held him tighter, sucking and biting him until she drew a little bit of blood, at which point she almost lost control. But she drew only a little bit of blood. Growl groaned loudly, some more cum ejecting from him as Jacqueline's bite and minute drawing of blood stimulated a greater pleasure from his ejaculation. They stayed in each other's arms for some more minutes, kissing and touching each other. Her body was already absorbing his semen, another of the select fluids vampires could absorb.

Homosexual vampires loved this ability, for they could perform fellatio and ingest gallons of semen and their bodies would just continue absorbing the seminal fluids. They explained that this ability ensured that a part of their lovers would always be with them, which was completely true, because the seminal fluid was absorbed into the vampire's corporeal form, used for energy and as a fortifier. It was a... bizarre ability.

Queen Ketch was impressed with Growl Alpha and she knew they would have to get away at some point and fuck for days on end. She levitated off his dick, bent down and sucked all the liquids from his shaft, swallowing any residual cum still lurking therein. She got dressed slowly, allowing him to again ravage her with his eyes as he had done when they had first met at La Croque.

"Queen Ketch... I just want to be as upfront as possible about my situation," Growl began. "I have another... interest in my life at present-"

"Nyx," Jacqueline accurately presumed. Growl nodded, picking up his shorts.

"I don't want her getting hurt, is all." Jacqueline cocked her head at that statement and fixed her breasts into the scanty and tight sash that acted as a bad substitute for a bra, let alone a blouse.

"And what about me, Growl the Alpha? What are your plans for us?"

"Nyx is already in first place, has been in first place almost ten years." Growl shrugged. "You can't possibly expect her to become secondary."

Jacqueline floated to Growl and embraced him. "All right then," she responded, looking up at him. "What must be, must be. I will play the position of... the 'side chick,' so to speak." Growl pressed her against him more firmly. "For now." He froze at her words and she laughed deep in her throat when she felt him stiffen up in concern. He could not tell if she was joking or being serious.