Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

All the while, while she wriggled her tongue inside the powerful woman atop her, searing pain aching deep in her shoulders and chest – she couldn’t help but be overpowered not only by her strength but the taste of her sex. Jo had lived her life in a direct, complete, equal and opposite direction to what she knew was god’s path for her before her soul became the devil’s to hold. Her life was freedom in sin, avaricious depravity, utter and total gluttonous lust till her cup runith over with suck sickening abandon any form of humanity deep within her would surely wretch, entirely aghast and appalled by her… what new sin could there be to rewrite her bottom? To rewrite the uttermost depths of depravity like her and her coven had done so many times over the countless years since conception… -well, in all her years, one sin not against humanity but rather, now, vampirism she’d never partaken in? –the deep musk of a moonborne’s sex. It was like nothing she’d experienced, raw and filthy in the most wonderful of ways, chagrined as she was to admit it – for someone so disagreeable to all this it seemed the more she was insulted and the more she was objectified, the harder this mutt rode her face hard and carelessly the more Jo responded, her lips sucking with loud obscene noises of slurps and moans.

It was more than just a new sin, it was like a new life unfurling before her, she could have compared it to one thousand unique and different pleasures she’d experienced over her years but to even begin would just remove due credit from those before – it was new and she just couldn’t have enough of it even as the strong sweaty but still sickly sweet nectar rolled down her tongue and to her throat, smeared her cheeks, nose, chin and throat thickly. When finally did the wolf reach her climax Jo felt a spurt of the scent and taste she’d been voraciously gorging upon gush from within Myra – splashing up from her lip across her nose even down her forehead and into her hair, she felt it collecting in her ear and plastering the side of her face and back of her head, she felt it pool in the crook of her neck and the strength of it was too much to bear!

As Myra mantled up and raised from her with her pants and groans, Jo began to choke and sputter on the overindulgence of succor to the point it felt like an addict must in the deathly throes of an overdose. It was all too much too fast, entirely drunk she became on the orgasm’s boon, eyes once again rolling into the back of her head, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, body twitching mindlessly as she groaned without the slightest of wherewithal. Panting and choking on the drug that was Myra’s cum Jo writhed beneath her for release till down came Myra’s second hole, the tight acrid pucker smearing across her lips and turning her stomach – lips clamping shut tight as she tried to will her eyes into cooperation rather than rolling frantically as the heat began to overcome her.

When Myra bit at her thigh she felt it, not only her teeth and the sharp pain but a terribly inagnorable burst of pleasure induced by the state of estrus she was in a spurt of her own cum coating the inside of her thigh, barely an orgasm but rather a sharp, premature cliff that sent her reeling before Myra went to work for real, both sucking and nibbling upon her clit which drove her wild while also smearing that filthy hole about her face – forced through strength, leverage and humiliation to insert her tongue into the wolve’s cunt was one thing, but her ass was another and she refused even in this near mindless state.

Even with the care to her lusting pussy and the finger wriggling tenuously… teasingly within her most desirable of holes Jo refused to do a thing, well, that may not have been entirely true – soon thereafter her head turning for a nip of her own, fangs tearing just the slightest of flesh, enough to draw blood but more to snatch attention than cause pain before she spat the file liquid out a small trail of rouge and sweat on the inside of Myra’s thigh closer to her rump than her knee but just the same as far from her taint as Jo could reach with this current range of motion “I will not!” She bellowed with her best most regal demand, even as her hips began to buck and roll erratically and her pants of pleasure persisted.

Becoming a Lycan had been a rather easy choice for Myra, it felt right and natural, it was a place in her life where she could and did excel. It had been a roller coaster of interesting situations and a life that most people could only dream of, the existence of her kind as well as the existence of Vampires, it changed the meaning of life. Most people who followed a similar path as her, going to an incredible college and getting some sort of degree would use it to get a stable job and spend years simply working, solving little everyday problems, taking pleasure in the smallest and most meaningless tasks. Myra didn't have to do that, she didn't have to live that life where every little thing was unimportant and unremarkable, instead she got to live in a world where Vampires and Lycans existed and were not some figment of science fiction or monsters to frighten children. It was exhilarating. What made it more incredible than ever was that she hadn't simply become a Lycan but she had become the pack leader, a position of definite power and strength within the clan. There was nobody above her and she could rule with whatever method she found suitable, all she had to do was keep people in line and provide for them, and Myra had no notions to release her position, it brought with it too many perks. In fact one such perk was beneath her.

Jo was the most wonderful part of her rise to power, the only way she could get close to Jo was to take the spot at the head of the clan, have a reason for Jo to look at her. It had worked well as far as she was concerned, Jo had looked, given Myra a chance to slip in, and now she was eagerly lapping at Myra's dripping sex despite her objections and the rejections earlier. In her lust driven state Myra wasn't thinking in as cunning a manner as she had the capacity for, instead she had a one tract mind and it had a singular desire, to fuck the indescribably gorgeous woman beneath her. She was practically throbbing with that desire, every part of her absorbing any sensation of Jo she could manage, her skin rubbing against the silken skin of the Vampire, her fingers caressing and squeezing any supple part of the woman she could reach in the current position, her lips and tongue played away at the perfection Jo called thighs and the sensitive little nub that she knew how to work to drive any woman crazy. Every part of her was absorbing the woman, trying to comprehend just how spectacular Jo was and only beating more lust and desire for the woman than had previously been packed away in her head.

Myra was enthralled, captivated, completely enamored by the woman that was Jo, every little inch of her containing the ability to arouse and inflame the desire Myra had been building for her since she was a young girl. Every story she had been told, every night she spent thinking of Jo before even meeting her, every obsessive thought about the Vampire that her clan so despised. It was traitorous really, a complete betrayal to her people, to give up further power for them just to get a taste of what was truly a simile for the apple of Eden, the forbidden fruit that would be undeniably blissful while she ate but would have repercussions the moment it was over, the moment she left and Jo had a moment to compose herself and think. Yet Myra didn't give a damn, she knew and was fully aware of what would most likely come but she deluded herself into thinking she could handle anything that came after and kept her focus on what she had waited so long to obtain.

Focus was meant to be broken however and a rather unexpected bite to her soft flesh. Myra didn't dislike it, in fact it sent a shiver up her spine and she let out something reminiscent of a purr, believing for a split second Jo was being playful and naughty. When reality kicked in her enthusiasm became irritation and in her current mood, and the power trip she was so enjoying, she looked back, every piece of her providing pleasure to Jo halting all at once. "You will not?" Her voice was questioning and firm, and she slowly leaned back and a hand brushed Jo's beautiful cheek awkwardly, as she couldn't see beneath her cheeks at what she was touching. "Well I guess it's lucky for me that tonight is guests choice and I've already fucking decided you will. Her hand went up from Jo's cheek and got a fistful of her hair, not being gentle at all as she stood up and brought Jo's head with her, leaving it to Jo to whether or not she came willingly and saved herself so pain. Then, she bend over just enough and shoved Jo's face into her ass, pressing the Vampire's immaculate face into her tight little pucker. "Come on you blood sucking whore, eat it!"

Myra's voice was demanding and in that moment she was taking full use of he advantage, forgetting about everything, every consequence or future plans she could be ruining, even word of caution she normally would have for herself, and just wanting pleasure. At the same time she wanted something else and it ran parallel to her quest for personal ecstasy. She wanted to make Jo convulse and writhe beneath her. So she moved a hand back to Jo's slick channel as her other hand kept Jo where she wanted her, right up against that wriggling ass. "Come on bitch, do it!" She growled, smashing her incredible butt against Jo's face, shivering with just the idea of what she was trying to accomplish. She followed her second demand with a slap with her free hand to Jo's crotch, not too hard but enough to get her attention before those same fingers began taking turns between furiously working her swollen little nub and plunging knuckle deep into the Vampire's tight lips. "Hurry up or I'll stop these fingers and take a nice little lock of your hair with me as a prize after I ride your face for a few hours." It was all a bluff but she sounded quite confident, though she wasn't sure just how keen Jo's deception detection skills were. In fact she could never take Jo's hair, she found her too beautiful to do something like that, had too big a crush and as much as anything she had some respect. As far as riding her face for hours, well Myra had some stamina but Jo was wearing her down quickly, and she knew she wouldn't have all that much more time if she hoped to get back to her territory safely. However denying pleasure, she really could do that, even if she did want to hear Jo scream and cry out oh so badly. So she tried to get things going right, her ass being driven back into Jo's face, a small snarl escaping Myra's lips, and the stench of sex polluting the air.

“I will not!” She barked back furiously, struggling with what little might she could muster up against the petulant little mutt caressing her cheek as if she were a lover, she snarled and opened her mouth to snap at the fingers so close to her face – ready to snip off each with one ferocious chomp but before she was able Myra’s hand was in her hair yanking her up. “Nngyeeaah-ha-haugh!” She cried out as she was lifted by her short platinum main, hands flailing about – trying desperately to cling her hands to those causing her a fair deal of searing pain, her legs scrambled beneath her till she was able to lift with Myra, unable to resist for another second. It was all so maddening, she should be able to rend her flesh from bone with a simple swipe of her hand and yet this mutt had her in such a desperate sorry sort of state. She couldn’t control her actions, she couldn’t control her libido, while she’d been smacked and bit, her hair yanked and her holes violated she still longed for more, more of that succulent nectar that smeared her face and chest, coated the inside of her mouth and throat, she was dying for it and yet every fiber of each and every breadth demanded, no, screamed she tear away.

“Fuck you!” she spat venomously, though the tone was sundered from its previous strength such that she may as well of sobbed it, the following sounds – muffled in Myra’s ass nearly sounding like just that sobs and groans of detest as once again her face was smeared and wiped between the Lycan’s cheeks relentlessly.

Still she refused, gasping for air when she could and moaning reluctantly when she couldn’t – a sharp yelp and jerk away breaking up her refusal as Myra swatted her throbbing petals a small spurt of her own lust drizzling from them to the rug beneath as she tried to deny it all – how could she though? –drooling from between her legs like she was. Another pathetic groan rumbled and chortled in her throat and vibrated Myra’s crack as her body’s full convulsion from the swat started to subside. Her hands moved from her hair to Myra’s plump cheeks trying to push her away with no real result besides tiring herself further – weak as she was from the whole encounter resistance was clearly futile.

It wasn’t long before Myra was roughly appearing to her insatiable lust in the most cruel, rough – but brutally pleasurable of ways. She cried and moaned longingly into the woman’s ass trying desperately to compose herself with no real luck, nose flattened against her tail bone, upper lip just above her pucker, lower hanging agape… One final rock of Myra’s rump at the tract of skin she found so revolting found her tongue as she groaned with pleasure from her nub being attacked as it was. The taste she’d been avoiding was one not so terribly unpleasant. Myra’s ass was smeared with the intoxicating taste of her sex, a delicious nectar Jo could have suckled upon till the end of days though with an acrid bite that ultimately… “rraangh!” she growled as she found herself drawn to the hole as much as she’d been if not more than the first, utterly humiliated and feeling the most weakest of shameful sluts she found herself daring a true lap under her own volition, she found her hands not pushing Myra’s ass away from her but spreading it wide so she could truly enjoy it’s taste and the humiliating act at large.

… it wasn’t long before the damned no life queen could be found dragging her long hot tongue from the entrance of Myra’s pussy across her tight bottom hole up to her tail bone, back down to the tight ring of nerves for a dip inside then starting the process over, groaning and nearly sobbing regretful of just how much she loved each second of it, once again her mind numbed and drunk on the lycan’s sex.

The venom and bite Jo still possessed wasn't a deterrent for Myra, she respected the strength of the Vampire but she didn't fear Jo like the rest of them, speaking of both Lycan and Vampires. No, Myra had no direct fear, she found herself too enthralled with Jo to let anything stop her from getting close, that obsession of sorts having brought her childhood crush all the way around to what it currently was. It was a fact hard to forget, just how long Myra had wanted to be with Jo, hell how long she had just wanted to know the impressive beauty. In fact the venom and bite were further attraction points for Myra, the fight still evident riled her up and she wanted to break Jo more than ever, even if it were for but one night. So that was what she had decided to do, no matter what it took she was going to break Jo, even if it meant going rougher and more relentless than was fair. Then again Jo wasn't her normal partner, Myra's experience had been entirely human and other Lycan and none of them even half as impressive as Jo, so she was quite sure she didn't need to hold back, not when dealing with the no life queen that was so famous for her strength.

So in light of that she didn't hold back, the fist full of luxurious hair was tugged whenever she wanted Jo to straighten up and dig in deep, she had brought that gorgeous face to her ass, pressed that soft flesh into her jiggling cheeks, and was going to get what she wanted. There was nothing unnecessary however, the moment Jo began to comply, the moment she started to crack, Myra lightened up her iron grip, her fingers unlacing slightly, just enough to give Jo some movement but to lock back down instantaneously if she tried to pull away. It was simply a show of faith, as if she were asking Jo if she had figured out her place in that moment, her place behind Myra sticking that lovely tongue into the Lycan ass she had found so disgusting previously. Luckily it seemed she had learned her place, or at least resigned herself to the hand dealt, and for some time Myra didn't do anything to Jo, she simply enjoyed, a shiver running through her with each long lick of that sexy tongue up her most sensitive of places, dragging across both her tight hungering holes. "Mmmm not bad whore... Try inserting your tongue and lapping around in there... I want to feel that tongue deep inside me..."

Myra had come to notice something, that as Jo seemed to grow more and more flustered and into the little game of sexual chicken that she was growing warmer and at their current state she seemed more human than anything else, in fact she felt amazing and it had a smirk on Myra's lips as she kept her new found information to herself. It was a gold mine really, knowing that Myra would have a physical change when turned on, or some physical change dealing with some aspect of either sex or anger, one way or another she would find out. "Come on bitch... Get to it, I don't have eternity to wait for you to take another step up the rung on the ladder of shame. Just admit to yourself how bad you want to eat me out and get to it, because if you don't I swear to god I'll simply get you worked up and leave, no release for the poor vamp slut. You'll just have to look at the various marks of your weakness and think of me." Myra looked back with a smirk, she wasn't bluffing that time, she would have to depart shortly and if Jo wanted a satisfying ending she would get over her pride and get that tongue to work.

Of course as amazing as it felt to have Jo's tongue lapping over her ass it wasn't enough, Myra wanted Jo to really make it an unforgettable night, as she had a feeling a chance to do this to Jo was not the kind of chance that came back around. So she provided a little incentive, her free hand going down and pinching her swollen nub hard, flicking and playing with it, being incredibly rough followed by gentle, contrast of pain and pleasure as she teased and taunted the little nub, switching between that and hammering her fingers with all of her strength into Jo's tight little hole. "Mmm, fuck yes, you are such a good little slut, sucking in my fingers like that... Come now, you know what to do if you don't want me to stop..." Myra smirked again, her fingers slowly slightly as she listened for more of the sexy little sob sounds she had heard previously, waiting for Jo to admit defeat, though she had no intentions of actually making Jo cry, she just liked the idea of her whimpering in pleasure and denial. In fact she wasn't sure if Jo had noticed yet but Myra's hand was no longer in her hair, Jo was making her own effort to spread Myra's ass and enjoy the taste.

If she hadn't she soon would, no longer needing to control Jo had allowed Myra to reposition. While the original digits continued to tease and torment Jo's greedy body the other hand had now begun to finger her own sex, pleasuring herself with nearly the same intensity she was giving to Jo but not quite, no most of her focus was on the sexy Vampire, her strong dextrous fingers proving their skill as they threatened to cease their actions or push harder to send Jo in whichever direction she decided she wanted to go. Yet she was ever aware her time was dwindling, Jo needed to either obey or continue to resist, though Myra desperately hoped she was agreeable, even if it went against pattern, just so she didn't have to leave Jo on the floor without completion, Myra being a woman of her word. Besides, she didn't really think it would happen again, she had managed to get Jo to herself but such an event to occur again, for Jo to let her take control and have her way, a mutt like her as Jo would say, she highly doubted it, a thought that pissed her off. So much so she laughed a bit as she moved her fingers faster than ever, and then she said it, "I hope you don't forget that you became such a little submissive bitch in heat for a mutt. I don't dislike it personally but some of your other fans, your followers, they may not understand just how much you adore being this mutts bitch." One more step over the line, it couldn't hurt, or at least Myra had no idea just how bad it could come back to bite her in the ass, just that one of her most desired scenarios had come about and that Jo was all hers for the next few minutes.