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Velkan Valerious was by no means a simple man. His bloodline had been struggling for centuries and, or so it appeared to outside eyes, Velkan seemed to be attempting to rebuild it with solely you in mind. Nights of ravishing pleasure, promises slipping from his lips as he came down from his euphoric high with little concern of the possible taboo of his words. You’d be sitting up, legs spread, and thighs shaking in the slightest with your arms draped over your knees as he spoke.
“I will make you a queen, someday.” He’d urge, humble attitude sans his demeanor for the night. You'd begin to move off the creaky bed, same as you always had. Especially since – “years… I know, It’s been too many.”
“You don't mean it,” you finally whispered one night, and you heard a soft sound escape his lips, nothing short of pained. “There are plenty other women in Europe.”
“None like you.” He replied, hand slipping across the worn sheet, long fingers brushing against the base of your spine. You turned your head, glancing over your shoulder as you smiled warmly at him, but your eyes didn’t carry the same sentiment. “A queen you shall be. I promise you, my love.”
“If this is how we carry on, I’m afraid a ruined queen I shall be.” You retorted, hearing that deep chuckle bubble from his chest. “But I’ll love you nonetheless.”
He reached and grasped your hand, pulling it back as you turned to face him, watching him kiss each of your knuckles carefully.
He did eventually marry you, despite the Vatican’s orders. He got use to seeing you walking around the castle, calling to you when he couldn’t find you as he slung his heavy coat over some long-forgotten chair by the final doorway in the front corridor. His sister got use to you, as well, having known and cherished your company long before her brother took the plunge into it.
The two siblings truly welcomed you into their family and, as Velkan told you, there would be more additions to the small family as soon as the Wolfman had been slain. It made you worry whenever the two left, your pleas for them to be cautious fell and slipped beneath bright smiles and deep chuckles, assuring you they would be. You refused to lose your new sister and your husband to the likes of a beast that had been haunting and eviscerating their family's bloodline for years.
You'd hunt the werewolf down yourself if it did, with what few battle skills you had.
(You had demanded Velkan teach you to fight and practiced in your free time, often calling on Anna for help as she taught you how to fight in impractical clothing and use your body's nature against your opponent. It gave you great relief to be able to strike down a man that attempted to break into your small cabin one night, but you were so jittery that you didn’t leave the front room for some time.)
“You mean well,” you told him gently, fingers brushing through Velkan's hair as he buttoned his shirt before tucking the ends into his pants and began pulling on his boots. “But you’ll wear yourself down if you keep up this cat-and-mouse game.”
He pushed an angry breath out through his nose, tugging at the laces on the heavy boots. He was pulling and yanking at them as he felt one of your hands slip around to his neck and down his collarbone, your fingertips dancing across the pit of his neck before your fingers gently touched his chest and the hair there. You made a soft sound, nuzzling against his neck as he finally stopped his movements. His eyes closed as you kissed the juncture where his jaw met his neck, it was one of his favorite places.
“Tu esti sufletul meu pereche.” He said fondly, leaning his head back to drop his head on your shoulder, eyes still closed. “My one, my only.”
“And you are my soulmate, Velkan. I didn’t think you believed in them, though.” You said quietly, still petting his hair as his head turned. He opened his eyes, kissing your jaw gently. He murmured something, but you didn’t hear. “What?”
“I didn’t til I met you.” He pulled away, your fingers dropping from his luscious hair as he finished doing-up his boots. He stood quickly, turned then gave you a long kiss, hand coming up to hold your neck as he deepened it, taking your breath away. “We’’ll be back by dinner, but if we’re not, don’t wait up.”
“You can’t stop me.”
xXxXx
Maybe the news of what had occurred would’ve been easier to break if the two siblings had admitted to where they were going from the start. But when Anna arrived back to the castle, tears in her eyes with Van Helsing himself trailing her, and some little Friar guy, but no Velkan in sight – your heart dropped.
“Where’s Velkan?” You questioned, hands tightly holding the book you had been reading, attempting to occupy your time (and nerves.) “Anna?”
She looked to her new companions, silently urging them away. Watching them nod slowly and retreat from the front room, you turned your eyes back to your trusted friend and sister. As more tears began to gather in her eyes, she began by apologizing, offering her hand to guide you to a chair. She continued, as you both sat, to tell you that they had been chasing a lead on a notable werewolf in the area and, when the creature was caged, they were confident in its capture. Complications arose quickly and – “Velkan – he was protecting me and… he died. The werewolf… I’m so sorry.”
“I’m so sorry,” you parroted back, the loss affecting you both as nausea rose in your throat. Tears welled in your eyes but did not fall as you glanced to the window, Anna’s hand still holding yours as you set the book to your side. The men she had returned with were watching you through the window, standing on the balcony. You raised your chin to them, acknowledging the two before you looked back to her. “And they’re here to help?”
“Dracula, we believe we can stop him and–“
The rest of her words began to fade, your ears ringing abnormally loud. Her voice was muffled, your heart racing as your stomach churned. Your vision was too blurry to see her, to even look outside as it began to rain. “When does it end?”
“What?” She questioned, tone soft as you had cut her off.
“When does it end, Anna? With Velkan? With you?” Clenching your jaw, you looked to her. “Dracula doesn’t deserve the entire rest of the Valerious line slaughtered over him.”
“I cannot stop, not until he’s dead. You must understand, Velkan would want this!”
“You know he wouldn’t,” you snapped, blinking back your tears as you rose, the two men re-entering the room as you brushed past them. Your shoulder slammed into Van Helsing’s, the muscular mass putting you off balance as he attempted to steady you, but you kept moving. All you could do was mutter, pardon me, as you rushed to your (Velkan’s) chambers. A sob tore from your throat as you collapsed into the bed, your heart shattering with each tear spilled.
As you sniffled, your husband's natural scent filled your nose, causing you to break down into the pillows even more. You clutched his tightly, your dress flailed around you as you continued to cry. The thought that your entire life had been shattered in a matter of moments made it difficult, but soon, as a yawn overtook your lips, you found yourself shedding your dress and underclothes for a simple nightdress, the shift sheer but complimentary to your form.
It was one of his favorites.
Bile rose in your throat as you, once more, retreated to the fluffy cover of your bed. You heard a soft knock at the door, a raspy “get some rest, we’re going” from a male voice. You let out a scoff into the pillow; Anna couldn’t even say good-bye through the door, she had to send the monster-killer to do it. Following the man’s instructions, you felt yourself enter sleep rather quickly.
You weren’t asleep longer than a few hours before you felt your body urging you awake. Blinking your eyes open, you found you had turned over in your sleep. Pulling yourself away from your covers, a slight chill caught your skin as your teeth chattered dramatically. You walked to your window, noticing the pane gently bouncing off the frame. Feeling your nipples budding beneath your shift, you carefully leaned over and pulled the window shut, gaze unmoving as a stray droplet of water fell onto your hand.
You sighed softly, not bothering to latch the glass shut as you went to sit at your vanity. With little ceremony, you began prodding your skin; everything about you looked off. Your eyes were bloodshot red, your skin was blotchy and angry, and even your nose, lips, and eyes were slightly puffy. Your features looked even more dramatic – especially when you caught sight of the creature propped in the corner of your room, barely catching it’s reflection in the mirror.
You could hardly scream, frozen in fear as the hulking beast just watched you. Its auburn fur made it blend in easily with the dark walls of the room. You maintained eye contact with the beast, noting just how tall and muscular and … calm it seemed. How many times before has this creature stalked, maimed… killed? You hoped you wouldn’t be added to the list. You didn’t know what to do – run for the door? Fight?
When you turned, you barely even made it for the door’s handle when strong paws gripped your middle and toppled you onto the bed. Crying out, you felt the creature’s nearly two-inch claws rip your shift right off your form, the clothing falling around you. Undistracted, it stared down at you, but something about the eyes of it – of him, as the angry cock between its legs began to raise informed you – seemed familiar. Of its own accord, you felt your hand raise, his talons still digging into your plush skin. A low growl started to form in his chest; the tone all gravel as you watched him. You slowed your movements for a moment, pausing as his eyes flickered to you and back to your hand.
“Your eyes,” you whisper, completely ignoring the beast’s cock aimed in your direction. “They look so… familiar.”
Not a moment later did the werewolf stumble back, his eyes glancing towards the unlatched window as yours did. The moon’s light began to cover, clouds forming across it as the rain continued to beat down. The beast clearly began to cry in pain, shifting into a smaller stature as you could only watch in shock, bare in gaze and skin. The eyes were indeed familiar, as, to your horror, they revealed –
“Velkan?” You cried, attempting to rush off the bed as your shift finally fell to the floor. He groaned in pain, bracing a hand against the wall as the moon remained covered. “Oh – Anna said you were dead, she said you… oh, my love!”
You began to come forward, fresh tears springing to your eyes as you tried to hold him, hand coming forward to cradle his face in your hand. His skin felt so hot, as if he had a fever, body attempting to fight and reject the curse that was sprang upon him.
“I don’t have much time, this beast –”
“Velkan, please…”
“You have to run, it won’t stop.”
“Won’t stop what, Velkan?” You questioned, his eyes attempting to avert from your naked form as you forced him to meet your eyes. Once you had, they were amber and bright, unforgiving as they bore into your soul. You glanced down, a bulge forming in his torn trousers. “Oh.”
“It won’t be gentle, you have to go, meu pereche.” He told you hurriedly, the moon’s light beginning to shine through again. You shook your head, butterflies swarming your stomach as your heart began to beat against your ribcage. “It won’t take no – ah! I’m sorry, do me this kindness, ple—ah—se!”
His cries of pain soon turned into ones of agony, his skin beginning to tear from his body as you backed away. Your loving husband pushed at you, growling as his face began to change, his bones snapping and lengthening all at once, changing his entire form, his stature, so painfully and quickly that you watched in horror as your Velkan was once more a werewolf, right before your eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking back the tears that had arose. Shaking your head, the beast locked eyes with you, letting out a growl right before tackling you back onto the bed.
Desperate for closure, you attempted to meet his gaze, but all that stared back at you was bright amber, not the warm chocolate you had grown to expect. “Velkan!”
The overwhelming grief that you faced was soon drowned out as the werewolf over you let out a deafeningly loud roar, right in your face. Spit flicked onto your cheek as you gagged at the scent, whatever he had eaten last rearing its ugly head back at you. Wide-eyed, you stared at the teeth that awaited you, lest you begin to fight.
Laying there, you watched the werewolf begin to grapple with your legs, wrapping his gigantic mitts around your calves as the claws dug into your plush skin once more. You inhaled sharply, bracing yourself for what was to come – there was no chance you could run, not now, especially as the moonlight cast against you, shining upon the slick seeping from your core. The werewolf – Velkan – tilted its head curiously. You shook your head slowly as the large beast curled in on himself, sticking his nose right into your cunt. Letting out a surprised sound, your hands came up and pressed against his large skull. Instead of growling or biting your hand off, he just looked at you and inhaled heavily, obviously enjoying where his nose lay buried.
Your cheeks flushed warmly, body unbearably hot from embarrassment at your predicament. You attempted to pull a leg back, just to make yourself a bit more comfortable, but when you did he dug his nails in, so sharp that all you felt was a pinch and your leg began to bleed. You glanced to it, wincing softly as he ignored it, instead experimentally licking your pussy. The flat of his tongue covered your entire core; from clit to ass. You shuddered at the rough feeling, but your pussy throbbed at the action, blood rushing to your abdomen as you let out a soft moan. He did it again, simply tasting you as his drool began to leak from the corners of his mouth, almost lopsidedly, like – well, a dog.
You continued to stare, breath held in your chest as his tongue fought to get inside, attempting to source your honey directly. You laid there, legs spread as this werewolf – your werewolf – licked you open, your hands holding his soft ears. Slowly, your hands moved as he did, your heavy panting signaling to him that your orgasm was readily approaching, him still coaxing your juices with a hot, heavy tongue. It felt like a cock itself, stretching you open lazily before he suddenly pulled away, standing to his full height – nearly seven feet tall – as you whined softly, your orgasm retreating as he positioned his hips with yours. He tugged your legs, pulling you a bit closer as your hands moved to his muscular shoulders, palms naturally smoothing over them as you had done many times before. It was learned, engrained in you, the contours of his muscles and skin; this werewolf form was even more pronounced, his humanity exaggerated.
Bobbing fiercely, his cock came into view. Your legs naturally wrapping around his wider form as he pulled them closer. The blood on your leg had since dried, yet when he caught the scent of it, he whined softly in response, nudging it with his nose.
“It’s alright,” you croaked, fingertips pressing into his muscle. “It wasn’t intentional, it’s okay.”
Though Velkan had warned you the werewolf would not be gentle, he still seemed to have his human edge. He huffed softly against your leg and licked it gently, covering the wound with his saliva as you grimaced, but accepted the apology. His cockhead brushed against your folds, sliding through the slick as you groaned from the contact, the tip bumping your clit as your pussy throbbed, aching deeply to be filled. Your orgasm reared its blissful head as he did it again, acknowledging your response as your hips canted towards his.
“Velkan,” you whimpered, removing a hand from his shoulder to bring it down near his member. He growled lowly, obviously the werewolf side was not wholly comfortable with your touch even though the human knew it well. Stilling again, you merely let him watch your movements, grasping his cock as your fingers couldn’t even encircle it. It throbbed hotly in your hand, the notion of pre-release beginning to drip onto your already sopping cunt. Positioning it towards your entrance, he attempted to piston his hips, thrusting forward as it only served to escape your guiding hand and pop up against you. He huffed out his frustration, watching you. Snapping his teeth together, as if he was telling you to hurry and so you followed.
Grasping his cock again, you didn’t hesitate. Hitching the head at your entrance, you felt your pussy flutter as he naturally began to press inside. Attempting to preserve yourself a bit of pain, you tried to place your hand against his chest to allow him to ease into you – however, he had other plans. His hips moved of their own accord, sheathing himself fully within your aching cunt in one hurried motion, you letting out a whimper as a result, mouth falling open in a pant.
It was only a moment of peace before he began rutting into you, already stretched so full as he barely pulled out, fucking your cunt so hastily that his cock was simply thrashing within you. Drawing his hips back a bit further, you felt his cockhead drag against that special, spongey spot. You moaned as he did it, watching him begin to arch over you at the noise, his teeth baring in a wolf-smile before licking up the side of your face in response.
“Velkan,” you chided, a gentle sigh leaving your lips as he began a steady pace, spearing you open with his girthy cock. The width was thicker than that of your forearm, easily more than half the length, too. You couldn’t believe the entire thing pressed within you so easily, stretching you so fully, seated so deeply against your cervix, but Velkan always made you feel that way, it’s only right that this were-version did the same.
He bucked against your spot again, doubling over himself awkwardly.
“What—” You muttered, but as his tongue came down upon your clit, you understood. He barely laid three licks before your cunt was clenching and fluttering around his massive cock, orgasm washing over you as your body warmed and spasmed, fingers brushing through fur, gripping muscle. He continued on, hips ramming into yours diligently, your body pressing into his as your back arched slightly.
His right hand (paw?) moved from your leg, allowing it to drop around his waist, instead moving up the back of your thigh to grip the meaty flesh of your ass, kneading it, careful of his claws in the delicate area. As he moved, you felt your pussy still pulling at him; his cock pulsating within you, signaling his own release nearing – but that scared you.
“Wait,” you muttered, hand pressing to his chest again, dazed from your previous orgasm as another quickly began building, his tongue still roughly attacking your clit, hips steadily moving faster by the second. Beginning to panic, what if he did it inside? “Vel – wait!”
It won’t take no.
A low sound started within his chest, similar to his growl, but the root of it was almost a reverberated echo; like a train rumbling through its station. Tongue lapping greedily at your swollen bud, your sensitive nipples brushing against his furry chest. Patiently keeping pace, the sound bouncing around his chest came to fruition as you felt his hips stutter, your own cunt clenching again as another orgasm shook your core, a breath holding itself in your chest as a howl escaped his, his tongue leaving your clit as his back straightened, pulling your back into an arch with his incredibly strong arm slipping beneath you, howling over your pliable form.
You felt his cock still as his spend coated your velvet walls, breathing so deeply, huffing hotly against you as you held onto his shoulders, fire-like in heat beneath your palms. You stared, amazed at the rhythmic sound that had escaped his powerful body.
“My love,” you started, sweat beading at your temple as you looked to him. But, before the thought could be continued, you heard steps in the direction of your room. Hastily, you pressed your palm to his chest. “They’ll kill you.”
“(Name)?” Anna shouted, approaching your door with the speed of a Transylvanian horse. You heard another set, assuming it was Van Helsing on her heels. “(Name) – are you awake?”
“My love, they will kill you. Please, do me this kindness.”
As he pulled from you, cunt seeping mixed arousal, a sad whine left him. You made a motion with your hand, glancing towards the door as a knock fell upon it. As his arm cast to the window, pushing open the unlatched frame, he turned his head to you.
“Go –” yet shocking amber did not meet your own gaze, instead the warmth of chocolate did, looking almost guilty before blinking, eyes bright once more. Out the window before you could plead again, he ran. You sighed softly to yourself, “til we meet again.”
A howl chilled the night air, rain streaking wet-cold throughout.
Til we meet again.