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Her heart refuses to stop beating. Under the light of the full moon, Anna Valerious lives despite all odds.
She hears the howl of the beast the holds her, a pitiful thing. Knows Helsing is cursed in the way her brother was. There's more man behind his yellow, lupine eyes than her beast-possessed brother. Lost to savagery unleashed. Velkan had never looked like there had ever been a man behind the beast he became.
"Oh, Gabriel..."
Maybe it was the inherent sadness in the howls of wolves, as if all mourning at once. As he was mourning her with his song. Now he mourns the humanity trapped behind the beast. The shame and loneliness in the pools of amber. He could be pulled back from the grasp of beasthood. She wraps her arms around him and accepts his embrace, stronger than before. Full of coarse fur and animal smell. Their kiss is with teeth and sinful desire, the moon watching like a voyeuristic goddess. A strange pleasure twists in Anna's gut at the sheer, base want in it. They want each-other, man or wolf.
Maybe she loves him. She does love him, in a way that's hard to admit. Lies heavy on her tongue and tastes like the tang of blood lingering there. Anna Valerious had always relied on herself for the survival of the scant remnants of her clan. Now she can rely on him, too. They don't need to speak of their love now, not when her hands are clutching his midnight fur in want.
"I want this, Van Helsing." She growls, tugging on him insistently. Melting away any hesitation in his clawed grip, despite whatever God they may be forsaking with little care. The wolf huffs, grinding his dripping member into her pants. He was still somehow more man than she'd felt in the embrace of Dracula just hours before. A man inside the monster rather than a monster in a man. This was likely a sin in every way imaginable, but both of them didn't seem to care.
Anna isn't sure what possesses her to grip his member, throbbing at stomach height where hot flesh met fur. Her hand tiny against his monstrous desire, slick with beastly excitement. It's foreign, but strangely not repulsive. His hot animal tongue running over the soft lines of her face, down between the pale skin of her heaving breast. Helsing pants and shudders, begins growling softly. Clothing is shredded, abandoned on the floor as the Wolf pushes her down with his strong snout, growing tired of waiting. The broad weight of him settling over her naked body, heavy and inhumanly muscled. The coarse, black hairs were almost ticklish as they brushed over her sensitive, sweaty skin.
His long tongue runs over her slit, lapping up her juices with vigor as Anna tugs on his black mane. Sliding between her folds to chase the taste, as deep as the long appendage could slide. He sniffs, pulling back and flicking over her clit with purpose. Lean, powerful legs push his snout back as Anna grunts, watching the mischief flicker in his amber eyes. Helsing makes a show of running his tongue over his now wet snout. She snarls back, lips sliding over her teeth. His chest vibrates with what might be a laugh, as his large member comes into sight.
It's plenty big. Possibly too big, but Anna isn't backing down from this. He knows she won't. There were better places than the castle of Dracula, all cold stone and the musk of death. The hot throb between her legs was too strong to ignore and Helsing looked half-feral with want.
The Werewolf-Helsing runs his hot dick over her slick folds, letting the pointed tip catch on her entrance, teasingly sliding in an inch. Then he pulls back, letting it barely rest on her sensitive cunt. Anna throws her head back and groans, just wanting the damn thing inside her already. It finally slides in, her already drenched opening easing the way. He felt as massive as he looked, a strangled hiss forcing its way out of her throat. A litany of colorful swears on her tongue, but caught as he starts thrusting with wild abandon. Seemingly lost to the animal for the time being. Not that it mattered when it all felt so good.
His balls slapping against her ass. She's awash with a strange, sinful mix of pain and pleasure. Speared on a cock far too big for her, convinced she could she it move under the slick skin of her stomach. A violence in the way he rocks their bodies against the cold, stone floor. Moving their entire bodies with long, powerful thrusts. Neither would last long like this, a frenzied first coupling. His large front paws resting near her head, his long snout twisting to press his nose in her wild hair. She could hear the long, ragged gulps of air he was taking. Breath hot in her ear.
She howls as the orgasm washed over her, Helsing howls as all wolves are wont to do. His cock swelling at the base, knotting the two together. Anna looks at the large, panting lupine head beside her. Seemed the two of them were stuck together in more ways than one now. Fate worked in strange ways.
The company of wolves is not so bad.