After the Flood, by Amber MacFall
“Why is it,” Nicolai grimaced, brushing vampire dust off his sleeve, “that if God sent the Flood to rid the world of monsters, there are still so many here?”
“Well,” replied Valeriya, recovering her stake and giving it an idle flip before sheathing it, “many did die in the Flood. Most of the magical beasts did as well, most famously the unicorn, but some creatures didn’t care about the rising waters–sea monsters, of course, preferred it that way. We’re just lucky they didn’t find the Ark,” she mused with a quirk of her full, red lips. “It would have made a tasty meal for a kraken, and then where would we be?”
She sidled up close to him as she spoke, seductive as always after a kill. He had only known her three weeks, and every time they hunted, it ended the same way. That was just one more reason he would follow her anywhere, and it didn’t hurt that her ferocity in battle was matched in the bedroom.
That is, when they made it to a bedroom. Right now, for example, she was sinking down onto the dusty ground, fingers already busy with his zipper. Her beautiful smooth face, framed by golden hair, shone in the light of the pale gibbous moon as she looked up at him before taking his stiffening cock into her mouth. Breath catching in his throat, he wound his hands into that hair, fingers tightening as she moved her head slowly down the length of him, but his thoughts continued unabated.
“And vampires?” he asked, nodding at the drifting piles of dust around them that caught the moonlight. “Did Noah save the wrong bat, or something?”
She pulled back, rolling her eyes at him. “No,” she said with exaggerated patience. “But what do the undead care for flooding? They don’t need to breathe. Besides, most of these would have been made after the Flood.”
Nicolai frowned pensively for a moment, though he almost lost his train of thought as she ran her tongue around the head of his cock and began to suck him again. He knew he should let it go and enjoy the myriad pleasures of her attention–especially since she had a tendency to use her teeth when she felt he was getting too distracted–but something about the question continued to nag at him.
“Ok,” he finally said, a note of challenge in his voice. “Werewolves. I’d think Noah would notice a couple of wolf-men on his boat.”
Valeriya smiled up at him, teeth glinting white in the darkness, and he suddenly remembered the last time she had bitten him. It couldn’t have been more than a week ago, and it had certainly pulled his attention back in a hurry–that was the first time she had drawn blood. And she’s about to do it again, if I keep this up, he thought, but she only tightened her grip on him as she replied.
“There were no wolf-men, no,” she conceded, still smiling up at him. He could see the moon reflected in her night-dark eyes. “But there were wolves.”
He blinked at her. “You mean–”
“Of course,” she interrupted, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “The male was plain old Canis lupus, but the female… She was a werewolf, one of the oldest. Once the waters receded, she set about creating a pack, and her descendants spread across the earth, mingling with humans but always answering the call of the moon.”
“But–” Nicolai stammered, pulling slightly away from her. “How do you know all this?”
Instead of answering, she pulled him down beside her with strength that easily outmatched his own. With practiced ease, she laid him out on the ground, wrestling off his ash-dusted jeans before sliding down her own skin-tight leathers and mounting him. Her sex pressed warm and wet against his cock as she straddled his hips, her hands hard against his shoulders as she leaned down to kiss him. It was a devouring kiss, sharp and hungry, and the movement of her body against his made him just as hungry as she. He was used to her savagery in bed, but this time he found himself matching it, rising up beneath her to seize his own kiss from those dark red lips.
She leaned into him, hips grinding against his as she pressed him back down. Growling deep in his throat, Nicolai twisted, rolling her onto her back in one smooth motion. He held her down with his own growing strength, finally sinking his whole long length into her with a groan. Valeriya gasped, clutching at him with such urgency that her nails carved deep furrows into his back. The pain only drove him on, and he began to thrust harder, all the bloodlust of their hunt returning to boil in his veins. Beneath him, Valeriya met him with equal fervor, bucking against him with quickly rising cries of passion.
He howled as he came, the sound primal and fierce. Valeriya threw back her head in a wild laugh as she reached her own climax, lean body arched. Nicolai collapsed beside her as they both shuddered into stillness, panting. After a moment, Valeriya rolled to lie half on top of him, her cheek resting on his shoulder. He felt soft lips press against the side of his throat, just above the point where his pulse still pounded beneath the skin. Her touch made his cock stir yet again, and he turned his head to stare into her gleaming dark eyes.
“All these nights–” he gasped. “What are you doing to me?”
“Don’t worry,” she murmured, still nuzzling his neck. “You’ll understand everything at the next full moon.”
Amber MacFall is a reader, writer, and lover of both erotic and speculative fiction. She lives in small-town Massachusetts and can be found online at ambererotica.wordpress.com.