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On Your Tail
The torches burned low as the wooden gates groaned open.
You stumbled over the uneven dirt, your arms held tightly by the two burly men flanking you – the butcher and the woodcutter – your long ears twitching with panic. You tried to dig in your heels, but the men kept pulling, rough and silent.
“Please…” your voice cracked, throat raw from crying. “Please don’t make me do this again! Please!”
No-one answered.
The villagers formed a ring just inside the gates, their faces half-hidden in shadow. Blank. Avoidant. Cowardly. Not one of them met your eyes. Hundreds of spectators, just watching your pain.
“I can’t do it again,” you sobbed, desperately looking around for a sympathetic face.
There were none.
No-one spoke.
Your mother, father, and younger siblings stood among them. So did the village priest. So did the farmer’s wife who used to give you extra carrots when you were little. None moved. None blinked.
The two men shoved you forward. Your boot caught on a stone, nearly tripping you, but you rebalanced yourself.
Beyond the gate, the woods waited.
Dark. Silent. Watching.
You could already smell the damp moss, the rotting leaves, the faint copper scent of blood and earth and old magic. It hit the back of your throat like a warning.
You turned again, chest heaving. “Please don’t make me go out there,” you whispered through tears, voice trembling.
The gate began to creak shut in front of you.
You lurched for it. “No! NO!”
The heavy wood slammed shut, and the bar on the other side slid in place with a cold finality. Your fists banged against it uselessly.
“Mother! Father! Please! Please, let me in, I can’t do this again!”
A voice from the other side, low and tired. “It’s for the best, Y/N.”
Silence.
And then, just the wind in the trees. Just your own ragged breathing, your anguished sobs. Just the creak of wood as you sank to your knees in the dirt, staring at the forest’s edge.
You didn’t want to move.
But they were already out there.
And they were already coming.
So, you got to your feet, and started running. Just like you did every year.
The forest was alive with whispers.
Leaves rustled like hushed voices, gossiping in the dark as you ran barefoot through the underbrush. Your breath burned in your throat. Your legs ached from the sprint. Your ears twitched with every sound, every branch snap, every sigh of wind. Your tail brushed nervously against your ruined dress as you darted between trees.
They were out there.
They were always out there on this night.
And this was the fifth year.
The village had sent you again – stripped you of your dignity, of your choice, dressed in little more than torn white linen. The same way they had since the first year – no point wasting a good dress on a sacrifice.
You'd expected to die the first time.
All the others had.
Every sacrifice before you had disappeared into these woods, never to return. Their bodies were found a few days later. Used. Drained. Torn apart.
But you?
They let you live.
The vampire and the wolf.
The vampire had called you ‘precious. The wolf had called you ‘tasty’. And both of them, to the village’s confusion, had let you go back. Alive. Shaken. Marked with bites all over your body.
They said it was your blood. You were the first hybrid born to your village in four generations; you guessed that made you rare enough to be a delicacy to them, special enough to live.
The next year came. The village had chosen another girl – Maddie, a sweet little thing with freckles dotting her face – believing that the monsters had either grown tired of killing or had developed a sense of mercy, and would spare her life. They hadn’t. Normally, the village didn’t learn the girls’ fates until later. But that night – the second year – they had attacked within the hour, throwing Maddie’s dead body against the wooden walls around your village. The wolf ripped apart the defences; the vampire started fires and began to maim indiscriminately. Until people had found you in your family home and had thrown you out of the gates. The monsters had paused their attacks, giving you time to run into the woods before following you.
They had ravished you, bitten you, used you.
And they’d let you live again.
Now, the villagers didn’t even argue. They just handed you over. Locked the gates behind you. Told you not to come back until the monsters were satisfied.
And you always did.
Because that was part of their game. The catch and release of their favourite toy.
The moon was high, casting silver light across the forest floor. Leaves crackled beneath your bare feet as you sprinted, heart hammering against your ribs like it wanted to break free. Your breath came in short, panicked gasps, misting in the chill October air.
You could feel them closing in.
Every instinct you had screamed danger. Your long ears twitched toward the sounds behind you: the snap of a twig, the low rustle of leaves, a growl that vibrated through the trees like thunder.
They were toying with you.
They always did.
Sometimes for hours, catching and releasing you many times. Other times, the game was over the minute you were caught. You never knew what mood they were in until you were pinned under them.
Your lungs burned as you paused, crouching down in a group of trees, your cotton-soft tail trembling against your shredded dress. Your ears flicked wildly, catching the faintest whisper of movement.
A heartbeat passed. And then…
“Found you.”
The voice was smooth, regal, and right in your ear. Gloved fingertips brushed your arm softly, in a barely there touch.
You shrieked, twisting out of reach and running again. A flash of blue eyes caught the moonlight before the vampire vanished again into the shadows.
You stumbled, almost falling, but caught yourself against a tree. Your sensitive ears flattened as a low growl came from your left as you continued to run, a short distance away.
The wolf.
“Mmm…You smell scared, little bunny.” Her voice was rougher. Hungrier. “You've ran so far already, you're doing well. Not like last year.”
You’d tried and failed to escape the village the year before. A week before the ritual, you'd tearfully asked your parents and the Chief how much longer you would be expected to serve as a lamb for slaughter to the two monsters. They hadn't given you an answer, only tried to guilt you with the knowledge that anyone else the village sent would be killed. You'd pointed out that their plan wouldn't work forever; would be in your fifties and still be expected to run through the woods each year? Eventually, you would get too old, or they would tire of you. And when that happened...
They’d just sent you back to your house, ignoring your concerns.
So you took matters into your own hands.
You'd tried to slip over the north fence, desperate to vanish before they could offer you up again. But you'd fallen awkwardly over the tall wooden wall, landed hard, and cried out loud enough for a patrol to find you.
The healer had wrapped your ankle tightly with some sticks to brace the joint, then confirmed the worst.
“It's not broken; you'll heal in time. But you won’t be able to run next week.”
You thought maybe, just maybe, that would spare you. Not being an enticing target for the hunters.
It didn’t.
They put you in white rags like always, dragging you toward the gate again with cold indifference.
You’d hobbled as best you could, teeth gritted, ears trembling with pain and fear. The forest loomed, tall and endless and waiting. You only lasted a few minutes before your ankle gave, and you collapsed near the hollowed trunk of a dead tree.
You'd crawled inside, biting your lip hard enough to almost draw blood.
You could feel the woods holding its breath.
They found you in minutes.
First, the scent of blood and smoke. The vampire. Then heavy footfalls. A low growl. The wolf.
You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
A moment passed.
Then...
The vampire’s voice, cool, dry, unmistakably unimpressed.
“You’re supposed to run, little one. That’s the fun part.”
“I can’t,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
The wolf’s voice followed, more amused, but sharp around the edges. “She didn’t even make it past the clearing.”
The vampire crouched down in front of the trunk, looking at you with a tilted head.
“Really? This is how they send you to us?”
They pulled you out, slow and deliberate, inspecting your ankle. You tried to push them away, but your ankle gave again, and the wolf caught you by the waist with a low, knowing chuckle.
“You think this will save you?” she murmured, fingers brushing your jaw. “No, bunny. That’s not how this works. You’re still ours.”
They fucked you that night just the same, being uncharacteristically gentle with your ankle. The only part of you they were gentle with.
When the wolf carried you back to the village in the morning, she told the Chief that they would return a month later and they expected a real hunt; if your ankle wasn't healed enough to give them what they wanted, another girl would need to be chosen. And they'd return for you the next year.
Thankfully for the village, and unfortunately for you, your ankle had healed by the time they returned. And they did what they always did.
Back in the forest, you turned, bolting again, but this time they didn’t let you get far. In an instant, something strong and warm slammed into your side. You rolled as you hit the ground with a yelp, coming to a stop. You were straddling the wolf’s hips as she rumbled in your ear, patting and squeezing your thighs.
“Told you I’d catch her first, Cupcake.”
“Don't bruise her,” the vampire – Caitlyn – said coolly, stepping into view. Her blue cloak swirled around her, and her pale skin gleamed like bone in the moonlight. She crouched beside the two of you, her fingers brushing the edge of one trembling ear. “And be careful with her ears; you know I like playing with them.”
You whimpered, cheeks flushed, your ears flicked helplessly under Caitlyn’s cold touch.
The wolf – Vi – squeezed your ass in her hot hands, before spanking each cheek one time, nudging you off her lap.
She wanted you to run again.
She wasn’t done.
You scrambled off her, running among the trees again.
“Ten,” Vi called after you.
“Nine,” Caitlyn chimed.
You ran until you distantly heard Vi call ‘six’, then did a sharp right turn. You’d learnt your second year not to just run in a straight line.
Your ears twitched. A whisper of movement behind you. Your heartbeat stuttered. You picked up speed, ducking under a low-hanging branch, feet nearly slipping on some damp leaves.
They were close again.
Then…
Cold arms wrapped around you from the side, picking you up and pinning you back against a tree. One of Caitlyn’s arms supported your weight under your hips, the other cupping your cheek as she ran her nose up your neck.
You shivered violently, involuntarily squeaking in fear.
She chuckled against your neck. “Oh, I missed your little sounds.”
“Play with her tail,” Vi smirked as she leisurely approached. “I always love how she sounds when we touch that little ball of fluff.”
Caitlyn moved her hand from your cheek down your back, even as you struggled in her arms. You whimpered ‘no’s as her hand drew closer, finally stroking your cottontail with her fingertips. Your body shook against your will, and you had to clamp down on the moan that tried to escape your throat.
They looked playfully unimpressed at your silence. “No? No reaction?” Caitlyn teased, stroking again.
You resisted, but it was hard.
“I don’t think she’s ready to give in, Cupcake,” Vi lamented cheekily, her amber eyes glinting at you.
“Alright then,” she sighed dramatically, putting you down. With a pat on your rump, she nudged you off. “You can have one minute, darling.”
“A whole minute? You’re being generous.”
You didn’t stay to listen to their banter.
You ran until you hit a creek, jumping over it smoothly. Your third year, you’d taken the time to immerse yourself, hoping it would mask your scent a little, buy you some time.
It hadn’t.
A low growl, close.
Too close.
You gasped and swerved, but it was no use. A blur of motion. A crash of heat and weight.
You hit the ground hard, pinned beneath muscle and wild eyes.
“Five years,” Vi growled, straddling your hips, hands pressing your shoulders into the dirt. Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight. “You’d think you’d learn.”
Caitlyn stepped from the shadows like smoke, boots barely making a sound. She crouched beside you both, elegant and cruel. Her fingers cupped one twitching ear, as she liked to do.
Vi leant in, licking a stripe up your throat. You shivered and whimpered pitifully.
She hummed against your throat, then lifted her leg to release you. “Not quite yet. Keep going, bunny. Two minutes.”
You twisted out from under Vi, adrenaline and panic giving you the strength to push onwards.
The forest was endless. Familiar. Terrifying.
You knew this clearing, the hollow log off to the side was still there from two years ago. You hadn’t used it then, too afraid they’d find you. But now?
Now you dove in headfirst, scrambling through the rotting bark and curling into the dark space, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. The log was wide enough to fit you, barely. You bit your lip to keep from breathing too loudly, your ears flattened tight against your head, twitching at every distant sound.
Silence.
Then footsteps. Measured. Deliberate. Boots.
“You can’t run forever, little thing,” Caitlyn called softly, voice drifting through the trees like perfume. “You know that.”
Leaves crunched nearby. You didn’t move.
A second set of footsteps, heavier, careless, approaching from the opposite side. Vi’s low chuckle echoed through the woods.
“You really think she’s stupid enough to hide somewhere that obvious?”
“Not stupid,” Caitlyn replied coolly. “I think she’s scared enough to hope we’d overlook it.”
The footsteps circled the log.
You squeezed your eyes shut, heart pounding. Maybe they’d move on.
Then…
Creak.
Something sat down above you, the old log groaning under the weight.
Your eyes flew open. Your hands clamped over your mouth to keep from making a sound.
The heel of Caitlyn’s boot tapped lightly, rhythmically, against the wood near your head. Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Prey always thinks darkness hides them,” she murmured. “But what hides in the dark, bunny?”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Things that hunt.”
Vi snorted somewhere behind her. “She’s trembling. I can smell it.”
“Of course she is,” Caitlyn said, voice lowering into a purr. Her fingers dragged slowly along the bark. “She’s remembering that year we let her rest in the snow, just long enough to think she’d gotten away.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“And then we fucked her all night long.”
You let out the faintest whimper, and instantly regretted it.
Caitlyn stilled. A beat of silence. Then, softly: “There you are.” She tapped her boot on the log more purposefully. “Come now, darling. You’ve had your little run.” Her eyes gleamed like sapphires in the moonlight. “Let us have our turn.”
You tried to scoot deeper, knowing it was pointless to be silent now, but a pair of hands – hot, rough – grabbed your ankles from the far end of the log and began to pull.
“Gotcha,” Vi’s grin was practically audible. “Time to come out, bunny.”
You screamed, squirmed, kicked, but it only made them laugh.
And then you were dragged out into the open once more, breathless, dirty, heart hammering. Caitlyn crouched beside you, brushing leaves from your hair with eerie gentleness. Vi leaned over you, breathing heavy and wolfish.
“You’re lucky we like you so much,” Caitlyn whispered, stroking one trembling ear again.
“So lucky,” Vi agreed. “But don’t push it. Next year? Maybe we don’t let you go.”
They laid you on the mossy forest floor, damp earth clinging to your back as you thrashed, trying to twist away from their hands. Vi's strong, calloused grip on your wrists stopped your movements, as Caitlyn’s cold fingers glided over your waist like silk.
“Don’t touch me,” you begged, breathless and shaking. “I can’t…I can’t do this again.”
Vi raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Caitlyn’s lips curled. “Five years, darling. And now you want to play defiant?”
“I never wanted this!” you cried, struggling beneath Vi’s weight. Your legs kicked, tail frantically brushing against the ground as you writhed, ears flattened back. “The village forces me every year!”
“Of course they do,” Caitlyn said, cool and calm, unbothered. “They force you, so that we’ll hold up our end of the deal: we get a plaything every Hallows Eve, and they get protection all year.”
“You monsters…You just play with me.”
Vi gave a sharp grin. “You like how we play, though.”
You jerked hard, trying to buck Vi off, your hips rising, twisting, desperate for leverage, but the wolf just laughed, pinning you easily with the full strength of her body.
“Cute,” she growled. “But you’re not getting away.”
“You never do,” Caitlyn murmured, reaching down to gently tug on one of your ears. You whimpered at the contact – sharp and involuntary – and the vampire smiled. “Still so sensitive here. Even when you’re angry.”
“I hate you,” you whined pitifully.
Vi bent closer, her nose brushing your cheek, her voice a growl against your skin. “Then why are you blushing, little bunny?”
“I’m not-”
But you were. Your cheeks were flushed, burning, as the familiar dread coiled deep in your belly, twisted up with something darker, something more treacherous.
There was silence.
You stopped fighting. Not because you gave in, but because you were too exhausted, too overwhelmed, to keep struggling. Your chest rose and fell in fast, shallow pants. Your wrists were pinned above your head, ears trembling beneath Caitlyn’s cool hand. Vi’s breath was hot against your throat.
You were surrounded. Owned.
Caitlyn’s voice came quiet and cruel. “We could’ve taken you the first year. Kept you. Drained you. Broke you.”
Vi smiled down at you. “Still might.”
You blinked up at them, fury and fear tangled in your chest, your voice barely above a whisper. “Then why haven’t you?”
Caitlyn’s head tilted. “Because we like you like this.”
Vi grinned, teeth bared. “Warm. Squirming. And just a little bit scared.”
The wolf’s hands were rough as they held your wrists pinned above your head, her weight heavy and solid across your hips. The warmth of her body contrasted sharply with Caitlyn’s chill, who now knelt at your side, her elegant fingers grazing trembling skin, one hand still stroking your ears, sending shivers up your spine every time.
“Still so warm,” Caitlyn murmured, brushing her fingers down your exposed thigh. “So soft.”
Your breath hitched. “Please…”
Vi leaned in, her teeth grazing the curve of your neck. “Please what, sweetheart?”
You turned your face away, but your hips bucked involuntarily beneath Vi’s. Your tail brushed the moss, twitching with every movement.
Vi smirked. “Gods, I can feel your tail twitching under you. You like this.”
“I-I hate you both,” you whispered, but it came out breathy, thin, soaked in heat.
“Mmm,” Caitlyn said, lips grazing the sensitive curve of your ear, “Then why are you already soaking through this little slip of fabric?”
Her hand moved lower, between your thighs, fingers gliding against you. Feather-light. Teasing.
You gasped, your thighs snapping shut, only to be forced open again by Vi spreading your thighs over her hips, keeping your legs open.
“Don’t try that,” Vi growled, pressing down harder, grinding her tented trousers against you, her grin feral. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Caitlyn chuckled, slow and cruel. “She’s always so responsive. Five years, and still we haven’t wrung it all out of her.”
“I think she likes being hunted,” Vi said, nosing along your jaw. “Makes her feel wanted. Isn’t that right, little bunny?”
Your head shook, but your hips lifted again, chasing Caitlyn’s hand.
She clicked her tongue. “Poor thing. So embarrassed.”
Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your ruined dress, dragging slowly over your bare drenched heat. You cried out, back arching, body betraying you even as you tried to hold on to your pride.
“Sensitive,” Caitlyn murmured, pleased. “As always.”
Vi leaned down and kissed you hard, swallowing the whimper that escaped your throat. Her teeth dragged against your bottom lip, and her tongue pressed deep, possessive and hot.
You moaned into her mouth, hips bucking helplessly between the cool pressure of Caitlyn’s fingers and the heat of Vi’s body above you.
“You’ll break,” Vi muttered, breaking the kiss, licking her lips. “You always do.”
“I’m won’t-” you gasped.
But then Caitlyn pressed two fingers inside you, slow and unrelenting, curling just enough to make you cry out again.
“You were saying?” she mocked cruelly, starting to move her fingers inside you.
“Gods…” you groaned, your eyes rolling back into your head.
Vi just chuckled against your neck. “God can’t help you now, little one.”
Caitlyn’s fingers moved deeper inside you, slowly picking up speed. Your hips rocked against her, despite your protests, making both women smirk above you. You moaned softly as you closed your eyes, but Vi squeezed your jaw.
“Don’t close your eyes,” she commanded, angling your head to look at Caitlyn. “Look at her. Let her hear you.”
You tried to resist opening your eyes, but the vampire’s silky voice urging you to obey left you no choice. Your eyes opened and locked with hers. As her fingers moved inside you, you felt her icy blue eyes pulling you in, lulling you into a relaxed state.
Your body slackened under them, making Vi growl happily. “That’s our girl.”
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Caitlyn’s. She wouldn’t let you, an evil smirk on her face as she watched you start to fall apart under them. Vi sucked on your neck, rutting against the air as she moaned into your skin.
“You smell so fucking good, sweetheart,” she cursed. “Can feel your heart racing,” she groaned as she pressed the tip of her nose against your pulse point.
“I can feel you pulsing on my fingers,” Caitlyn said proudly, her grin was pure hunger. “You’re not going to last, are you?”
You dumbly shook your head, gasping as Vi started nipping your skin.
“That’s alright,” Caitlyn assured, moving her free hand from your soft ear to your forehead, moving your hair away from your face. “We like it when you cum for us. It makes your blood sweeter.”
“Do it, baby,” Vi urged, moving her hungry mouth down to your chest. Biting down on your dress for leverage, she used her other hand to rip it open, exposing your chest to them.
That snapped you out of Caitlyn’s hypnotic gaze as you gasped. You shivered as the cold night air hit your bare skin, then again as Vi’s burning hot mouth moved over you. Climbing shamefully quickly, it wasn’t long before your pussy started clenching on Caitlyn’s cold fingers, and you cried your release into the air.
You trembled, hands still pinned, tail twitching uncontrollably. Every breath was a struggle between shame and craving more. Your body lay limp beneath Caitlyn’s elegant fingers, when Vi shifted with a low, pleased growl. Her clothed member pressed between your legs, grinding against the mess Caitlyn had coaxed from you.
“You always fall apart so fast,” Vi murmured, voice rough with hunger. “One little touch from Caitlyn and you’re already soaked.”
You whimpered, thighs twitching, trying to close, but Vi’s body was everywhere, heavy, warm, inescapable.
Caitlyn’s fingers slipped away, glistening in the moonlight. She raised them to your lips, tapping gently. “Open.”
Your breath shuddered. You hesitated.
A sharp nip to your ear from Vi made you gasp, and Caitlyn’s fingers slipped in.
“Good girl,” Caitlyn purred, watching with a cold gleam in her eyes as you sucked your own arousal from her fingers. “Taste what you do for us.”
You moaned softly around them, and Vi’s patience finally snapped.
With a growl, her fingers reached down, hooking beneath the ruined hem of your dress and yanking it up around your waist.
“No more games,” Vi muttered. “You ran. We caught you. Now we take you.”
She reached a hand down and pushed her tattered trousers down past her hips. Her hard cock sprung free, its tip angry and leaking. You glanced down and whimpered; it always seemed bigger every year.
She didn’t wait for permission. Vi’s cock replaced Caitlyn – thicker, rougher, less teasing and far more demanding. She ran the tip up and down your leaking slit, then pushed deep without warning, making you cry out, your hands scrambling uselessly under Vi’s hand as she set a hard rhythm.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” she hissed. “Always are. Like your body wants to be hunted, stretched, filled…”
Caitlyn leaned down, dragging her tongue along the edge of your trembling ear. “Shh. Don’t fight it, darling. Just let go.”
Your breath hitched again, your body starting to rock under Vi’s thrusts, everything too much. Too intense.
Vi nodded her head at Caitlyn, who swapped her hand for Vi’s to hold your wrists down, freeing up the wolf’s other hand.
Vi shifted her weight onto one arm, her free hand gripping your thigh as her cock worked you mercilessly. “Say it,” she growled. “Say you’re ours.”
“No,” you gasped, but it was high, thin, desperate.
She pinched your nipple, twisting as she continued hitting deep, and you arched off the ground with a broken sob.
Caitlyn stroked your cheek, so gentle it felt cruel. “Say it, bunny.”
Tears welled in your eyes. You were close again. Too close. Your ears were twitching uncontrollably. Your tail shook involuntarily. And still Vi worked you, relentless and hungry.
“Say it, or we’ll leave you wanting whilst we take what we want.”
“Please…” you cried, on the edge of breaking again. “Please, I-”
“Say it,” Vi growled, slowing just enough to make you squirm.
“…I’m yours,” you choked, eyes wide, shameful, wrecked. “I’m yours. I’m…Fuck… I’m…!”
Your orgasm hit like a shockwave. You writhed, sobbing, your thighs shaking around Vi’s hips as your body betrayed you again, clenching around the wolf’s cock, your tail twitching helplessly under you.
Vi didn’t stop right away, drawing it out until you were trembling violently, whimpering, eyes glazed. Only then did she pull your hips closer, finishing inside you with a long growl, her knot swelling inside you.
“Fuck, bunny…” she groaned. She wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head between your breasts. “Fuck, that was too quick.”
Caitlyn gently stroked your hair, her touch cool and unsettlingly tender. “You always look prettiest like this. Ruined. Quiet.”
“And you’ll look even prettier by the time we’re done,” Vi teased, giving you a small thrust of her hips.
The wolf sucked marks over your chest as you all waited for her knot to release, Caitlyn humming an ancient song as she stroked your ears, smirking every time it made you twitch.
Vi looked at Caitlyn with a smirk, brushing a thumb over the bite mark she'd left on your collarbone. “She’s ready for you,” she announced, pulling her cock from your leaking hole and moving backwards.
Before you could process it, Caitlyn’s cold hands flipped you onto your knees, your head down on the soft mossy ground.
Caitlyn knelt behind you with predatory grace, her gloved hand gently stroking the curve of your ass. “You did so well for Vi,” she murmured, voice velvet-dark. “Now you’ll do the same for me.”
You shivered, but didn’t resist. There was no point. Your body was heavy, pliant, but not quite compliant – your mind still resisting even as your body betrayed you.
“W-What are you going to do?” you whispered.
Caitlyn smiled as she removed her gloves one finger at a time. “You already know.” She leaned in, trailing her lips along your throat. Her touch was feather-light, deceptively tender. She pressed a kiss just beneath your jaw. “You smell divine,” she murmured. “Fear. Lust. Shame. It clings to you like perfume.”
You whimpered, burying your face in your arms in shame. Caitlyn’s fingers wove in your hair, firm but not unkind, lifting your head up until you were forced to put your hands down on the ground.
“Don’t hide from us,” Caitlyn instructed.
Her fangs brushed your skin, a promising threat of what was to come.
She freed her own cock from her immaculate trousers, lining up with your hole even as it slowly leaked Vi’s cum.
“Are you ready for me, darling?” she purred. She didn’t wait for answer.
Pressing forward, she hissed as your heat enveloped her cold, hard member, cursing as she bottomed out inside you, earning a low groan from you as your eyes rolled back. She squeezed your hips to centre herself, breathing deeply to calm down even though she didn’t breathe.
“Fuck,” she cursed. “I always forget how hot you are inside.”
Vi moved around to kneel in front of you, her cock already hard again. “Open up, sweetheart,” she ordered, holding the base and angling it towards your mouth.
You hesitated again, but a harsh thrust from Caitlyn made you obey. Opening your mouth, you accepted her rigid member, tasting yourself on her scorching flesh. Vi gave shallow thrusts into your mouth, letting you adjust to the depth.
That wouldn’t last.
In a quick move, Caitlyn took hold of your elbows, pulling your arms back behind you, holding them as they fucked you from both ends. You started choking on Vi’s length as the wolf slid in deeper, now fully in control of your mouth. And she didn’t hold back.
Neither did the vampire.
Caitlyn pounded her hips against yours, rocking you back and forth between them, smirking at the wet and sloppy sounds of your pussy on her cock, and your mouth on Vi.
Your eyes watered between them, Vi’s tip slipping down further into your mouth, starting to enter your throat. You coughed and choked, but she only ever pulled back an inch or two. When you gave a hard gag, she pulled back.
You knew what was coming.
She cupped your jaw, lifting your head up as Caitlyn pulled back on your arms. “Poor baby, let me help.” Opening your jaw, she spat harshly into your mouth. “Swallow.”
With a tearful grimace, you obeyed. You didn’t understand how, but something about Vi’s spit supressed your gag reflex. You’d learnt that lesson your first year, and had to endure it every year since.
“Now, let’s try again, shall we?” she mocked.
Caitlyn lowered you back down until Vi slid into your mouth again, going all the way in, with no gagging on your part.
You cried between them, as – despite your unwillingness – the pleasure started to build up again inside your pussy. Caitlyn’s cold cock always felt so good inside you; soothing and oddly sensual. Against your will, you started moaning around Vi’s cock in your throat, making the wolf growl at the vibrations.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last again,” she cursed unhappily.
Caitlyn chuckled. “Our bunny’s just too good, isn’t she?”
Vi chanted ‘fuck’ under her breath as she thrust faster into your mouth, before pulling out at the last second. Hand in your hair, she pulled you up a little as she stroked her cock to completion, coating your chest with her thick cum.
She’d never done that before.
Caitlyn pulled you back all the way against her chest as she maintained her rhythm, one hand holding your throat as Vi started rubbing her cum into your chest, panting heavily as she watched her hands move over your skin.
When she was done, she started rubbing your clit, plucking and pinching your nipples as you groaned and whined. Your hips moved back against Caitlyn’s as you started chasing your end, your head lolling back against the vampire’s shoulder.
Caitlyn ran the tip of her nose up and down the soft column of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, feeling your pulse pounding under your skin.
“Are you close, bunny?” she asked in your ear.
You shivered, nodding desperately.
“Good girl,” she praised. “You’ve earned this.”
Then she bit.
The pain was sharp, sudden, white-hot. You gasped, eyes wide, fingers curling into Vi’s arms as Caitlyn sank her fangs deep into your neck.
It hurt. It always did. But just beneath the sting, just after the sharp shock, came the wave.
The pull.
You moaned, trembling violently as heat flooded you again, your body arching as if the bite itself had lit your nerves on fire.
Caitlyn drank slowly, deliberately, never faltering in her thrusts. Her hands pinned you gently, one hand tenderly holding your throat, the other stroking your hip as if calming a skittish pet.
Caitlyn’s thrusts, her fangs in your neck, and Vi’s hand on your clit pushed you over the edge, and you wailed out your orgasm, your body shaking between them.
Vi watched in awe, her hand moving faster over your clit, feeling your pussy gush on her hand. “Look at her,” she murmured. “She lives for this.”
Caitlyn groaned as she gave a final thrust into you, her cock shooting her own seed inside you. When her climax finished, she drew back, lips painted with red, her pupils blown wide. “She tastes better every year.”
You collapsed back against Caitlyn’s chest, boneless again, neck bleeding softly where her fangs had pierced you. Vi leaned forward, her own mouth latching on around the wound, getting her own taste of you.
When the wolf pulled back, Caitlyn leaned down and licked the wound clean with a slow, possessive drag of her tongue, then pressed a kiss over the mark.
They moved to lie down on the ground, you between them, dazed and trembling, your neck throbbing where Caitlyn had bitten you, your body sticky from Vi’s cum. The forest around you had gone still, silent, as though the very woods were holding their breath.
Vi’s arms tightened around your waist, holding you firm against her chest. Caitlyn lay propped on one elbow behind you, her bloodstained lips curled into something unreadable as she trailed her fingertips up and down your side.
Your breath caught. “Can I go now? Please?” you whispered.
Silence.
Then Caitlyn laughed. Low. Soft. Dangerous.
“Oh, bunny,” she said, brushing hair from your flushed face. “You still think this was about just tonight?”
Vi leaned in, nuzzling behind your ear. “Did you really think we’d keep letting you go? Year after year? Only getting one night with you?”
You froze. Your heart began to race again, both of them able to hear it. “But…But the deal-”
“We’re not going back on that,” Caitlyn cut in. Her tone was as smooth and polished as a knife. “Your village will still be safe. We’ll still have our blood each year; maybe we’ll let them live from now on.”
You tried to sit up, to wriggle free, but Vi held you easily, her strength like stone. “But you belong to us now,” the wolf murmured, dragging her nose along your throat. “No more running. No more pretending this was just a game one night of the year.”
Caitlyn leaned in, her lips brushing your temple. Her voice dropped, deadly soft.
“Now you’re ours. Forever.”