Conquered by the Werewolf - A Halloween Short

Thanks to my generous Patrons, I present to you all my latest naughty work where an evil vampire Countess and her daughters are overrun by a pack of feral werewolves. Their goal? To plant as many pups into the bellies of their dangerous captives as possible - and the haughty Countess is no
exception.

It's quick, its bloody, and it's horrifyingly sexy! Enjoy your spooky night, and if you like the taste of this story you can find many more over on my Patreon.

Conquered by the Werewolf - A Halloween Short

A great wolven howl thundered through the keep of Darkmoon Castle, followed by the sharp crunch of claw on stone. The Countess flickered back into view mere inches away from the crumbling stonework of the tower keep, her fangs bared and violet eyes ablaze.

“Foul mutt,” the vampire crooned, lapping up the flecks of blood that still clung to her sharp nails. Whether it was from the Alpha werewolf’s slashed and matted fur or from beneath the Countess’s own ruined gown wasn’t clear. All that was clear was that the Castle had fallen to the pack, yet its own refused to surrender the keep.

The Alpha ripped back its bruised fist and shook off the dust of pulverized stone. He lowered his canine head towards his smaller foe. Despite the noblewoman hardly coming up to the creature’s furred chest, he eyed her like he would a rattlesnake. His deadly growl came among the peel of thunder above as the rainstorm began.

“Tiring now, are we? Such a pathetic mongrel…” The Countess, straight-backed and proud, refused to cover the bareness of her belly or breast from the beast’s wild swings. Not even her broad bat-like wings would fold over the firm globes peaking out from her ruined clothing, and why should she? Her great, heaving tits shivered like melting butter yet refused to give but the slightest inch to gravity’s pull.

The Countess narrowed her hateful gaze onto the beast’s bloodied muzzle. It was only the sound arising amid the triumphant howls in the courtyard below that drew her attention from him. They were the anguished cries of her many daughters falling to the bestial pack. Not a single one had been slain in the conquest, nor did they escape the wrath of the raiders. The werewolves of Darkmoon craved one thing more than the gutting of vampires, and her daughters were just now beginning to discover their price.

Not to be devoured… but to be bred.

It was only a moment of distraction, but it was enough. In the time it took the Countess’s eyes to train back onto her assailant, he was upon her. A snarl pierced the stormy night and a great hand-like paw slashed towards the aristocrat. Her wings twitched reflexively and the air shimmered.

The beast’s claws rent the silken sheets of her bed behind her, but caught nothing else of the woman. The Countess appeared behind him. Another expert slice from her sharpened nails and the Alpha yowled. More of his blood flecked the paintings on the wall. But his snarl was one of frustration more than pain. Another great heave of his arms bit only into the stone pillar behind him. It was enough for the Countess to leap up past his stiffened tail and claw into his back.

The Alpha’s tawny fur did not stop the undying royal from biting deep into his shoulder. She sought his jugular, to end this fight in one last blow and bathe in the blood of her mortal enemy. But her dagger-like fangs found only raw muscle and sinew. Without piercing her mark, the whole of her strength was but a mosquito’s to that of the great, raging beast.

The monster pitched forward, flinging his would-be murderer high over his head and onto the bed. No sooner had the vampire crashed into the velvet-soft of her master bed than the bulk of the beast leapt upon her. Bloody claws sliced open the front of her gown from collar to groin, leaving its crimson mark between her breasts and down her belly. It matched the countless wounds already marring her flesh, and the many more that marked his.

The beast snarled, the steam of its breath rising from its drooling jaw. He was a cage of pelt and muscle. The delicate leather of her wings flapped uselessly against his paws and her bared legs cringed back from the sway of his long, sweeping tail. But it was the heavy heat that suddenly struck her belly that would have stopped the beating of the Countess’s heart were it still to beat.

There, redder than the freshest blood, the Alpha werewolf’s pulsing cock ground along her smooth belly. It was inhuman in both shape and size. The thick, knotted base dragged along the very crest of her trimmed mound while its tapered-tip pricked at her navel. A hot gush of precum spilled from it, pooling and overflowing from her navel in creamy rivulets down her flanks. It was enough to be a whole human’s load, yet naught but the barest runoff from the great white-furred testicles that nudged against her slippery entrance.

“Cursed – brute!” she spat and aimed her sharpened fingernails at the beast’s throat. They missed, and in a flash both her wrists fell pinned beneath but a single one of his maulish paws high above her head. The other appraised his prize. Golden eyes followed the course of his furred hand, seizing her weightless tits at one moment then clawing into her luscious rump the next. How his massive member throbbed then, enough to send a rope of canine cum splattering high between her defiled breasts.

Still the conquered Countess stared daggers at her assailant. She bared her fangs and hissed, a snake caught between the wolf’s mighty paws and his aching beasthood.

“I’ll bathe in your blood, beast! Unhand me so you may die to-!”

But it was the rest of her words that died in a single stroke. Snarling with absolute dominance, the werewolf’s leader thrust hard into the vampire’s blood-lubed hole. Whatever air was in the Countess’s lungs all escaped her with entirely. There would hardly be room for any more as the beast’s great dick impaled her.

“Aaaaarrrrghh!” she wailed, fangs gritting and hips jerking back. But the beast lunged again, and then again, burying inch after inch of its inhuman meat into her. Immortal as her body was, it would still not save her tight cunt from such savagery.

Her inner walls were strong, like her beloved Castle’s had been. And now, just like it, her tight pink crumbled in the face of the beastman’s battering ram. Inch after crimson inch hammered into her pale hips, like stakes into the heart of her sex. Her defiant breasts shook and shivered, rippling with each heavy blow that ploughed the full moon of her ass into the bed.

Thunder cracked overhead, obscuring the shameful wail of the Countess. Pain streaked through her, overwhelming and delicious. It was enough to make the undead sadist savor and drool, her saliva dripping from her exposed fangs. Nothing in her centuries of unlife had brought her so close to her limits – no, absolutely exceeded them. No mortal man could make the haughty aristocrat bite her own lip to keep from screaming out. No sorcerer could enthrall her to make her wings and toes curl so tightly. No vampiric suitor could make her thrill for her own life with every pump of his cock as if it were a wooden stake.

But this beastly member did.

The beastman grunted, his tongue lulling out to the side of his maw as his strokes sped up. Short, quick stabs that knocked out the resistance in her resisting pussy one ounce at a time. Undermining her defenses, driving deeper towards her womb. The Countess snarled, her voice beginning to tremble in rage and something more.

“Bastard! – Knave! – Cur! I’ll flay your flesh! I’ll rip your – your – I’ll-!!”

The Countess yowled in anguish, her back arching with the press of her wings. It was not resistance that raised her so, but orgasm. Powerful, unexpected ecstasy. The taste of blood lingered on her tongue as she cried out, the pain of her breeding to this great beast driving her body and mind to carnal madness.

A growl overshadowed the Countess’s breathless wails. The Alpha’s hips staked her shuddering hips down again with the force of an avalanche. Claws seized about her ass and gripped tight, digging their claws into her pale flesh to punish the tremoring woman.

The beast grunted, not even slowing down to let his vampiric bitch recover from it. He pumped on, aided by the juices her overstuffed pussy squirted out along his spearing shaft. It drove into her with a purpose beyond mere domination, but for the subjugation of her entire bloodline. To turn the stately Countess into his lowly bitch.

Hate drove through her, and indignant rage. She had cum for the creature like some scullery slut, and still her treacherous body ached for more. More stretching, more bruising, more fucking. That primal hunger in her lusted for his blood and for his seed just as it had for all the sires of her daughters. Only now, this seed was not hers to claim but to take, against her will, against the order of the world.

The cries of her daughters echoed up from the ancient stonework amid the driving storm. Thunder boomed and lightning peeled across the sky, and yet the Countess could hear her many girls succumbing to their wolven raiders. Her fine royal daughters, proud and beautiful, now reduced to nothing but wolfmen bitches. Bitches that would be put into heat and soiled with their seed.

A rueful moan escaped her then, the sound of a woman doomed by her own lusts. Again the tickling need for satisfaction welled up inside her belly, inflated pump by pump by the relentless heaves of the savage beast. At the gates of her pussy its bulbous knot knocked, faster and harder the more her pussy fluttered. The cries of her daughters were sounding more and more like her own. Gasps. Squeals. Moans. The next orgasm washed over the Countess’s pale flesh as blood pours from a cloven heart, a heart broken by a single thought:

Her daughters would not bear heirs, but pups.

A thunderbolt boomed overhead, drowning the vampire Countess’s orgasmic wail. It was as if the bolt had struck her instead. Bucking blindly as the werewolf’s cock rammed into her overfilled twat, even her breasts jolted with uncontrolled spasms. The vampire suddenly found her claws digging into the beast’s hard chest. Rage had brought them up, but carnal desire kept them there.

The Alpha snarled back and slammed deep. The bed legs shattered and the Countess screamed. That thick knot that threatened to ruin her entirely plunged deep into her with all the rage and lust the horny creature had. The fist-sized orb entered with a sickening pop, destroying the tightness of her eternal pussy in a single motion.

Yet the horny creature kept fucking. No longer strokes but rutting tugs, stretching out the new, perfect seal of the vampire’s reddened cunt lips. Deep inside her fertile belly, the tip spurted ropes of precum as if water from a gargoyle’s spout. None of it escaped, but sloshed along her inner walls with the rhythm of their mating.

The sloppy din filled the Countess’s ears, her addled mind, her very damned soul. Still the beast fucked her, relentless. Pride forced her nails to rake down his furry chest, and she felt his pain careen back into her from the savage blows he delivered against her vampiric womb. Blinding, delicious pain. Another climax was nearly upon her. The last had not even settled out in her trembling, cock-bulged belly and yet it was coming. She was cumming for a dirty, lowborn beast – again!

“Ragghhh!! Damn – you!”

She shrieked and lunged. Her fangs but brushed by the beast’s exposed throat, drawing the barest trickle of fresh blood before the tide of pleasure swept her away. Lightning lit the arching of her back, the curl of her wings, and the beast’s jaws clamping down around her dainty neck. The rake of his drooling tongue along her collar bone and throat made her eyes roll back into her skull. One bite and he’d end her life, stake or not.

The thrill of morality made her pussy grip for life itself. Milking, suckling, straining for this dangerous beast’s cum harder than she could have for even the sweetest blood. No man had ever taken her to these heights, these debaucheries – and no man living or dead could! Not even blood could fill her with the rage, the disgust, the very savor of life that the werewolf’s did with every stroke. Beyond the crimson thirst a new hunger rose, a hunger that only this inhuman beast could fulfill.

“Yes!” The Countess wrapped her legs tight about her Alpha’s pumping hips. “Yesss, break me – ruin me and my daughters, you wretched brute! SATISFY ME!!”

The squeeze of her thighs and the rake of her nails set off the hulking monster. The wolfman threw back his head and howled a howl that echoed across the valley. Claws seized the Countess’s shuddering hips as the first volley of canine spunk erupted from his tip. Its great bulge up to her navel throbbed with all the backlash of a cannonade. They were not ropes but waves that slammed against her cervix in steaming, virile torrents. Hot and thick, every ejaculation splattered hard into the Countess’s unprotected womb.

He wouldn’t stop cumming either. His great furry balls jerked against her drooling pussy lips at every pulse, and every jerk came in time with the Countess’s own earth-rending climax. Her ruined pussy milked like a velvet vice from base to tip, tighter than any mortal hand could grip, guiding every blast of semen directly into her quickly filling womb. And her belly grew, tight and round like an overfilled waterskin, from all the beastly cum pumping into her with nowhere to escape to.

Words failed the enraptured mistress of the Castle. Like her fortress and the purity of her vampiric bloodline, she was lost. Lost like her daughters below in the embrace of her lupine conqueror. Her wings seized about his shoulders as her legs spurred about his waist, refusing to risk the creature letting go even as his veiny fist-like knot bulged inescapably inside her.

The storm rumbled on above the keep’s tower. How many minutes passed like that, neither woman nor beast knew. The Countess mewled and squirmed in orgasm at every sudden rut and pull of the hound, and every ripple of her cunt summoned another bucketful of creamy spunk to fire off into her now gravid belly. It was endless, even to the Countess’s centuries of life. And she never wanted her bestial insemination to end.

Still, at long last, the beast became still. His warm fur caged around his petite mate’s naked form, a body that shivered in mind-melting satisfaction. The Countess licked the wounds on the creature’s chest and savored the bitter blood of her hated foe. Hated still, and yet her tongue was tender in tracing her fresh marks upon him. He breathed deep, his cock’s twitching making the cum inside her belly slosh and shiver like jelly. Her hands fell to it, and marveled.

Already she looked pregnant. Three, four months along, and yet not even an hour had passed since the monster had made her so. Yes, the Countess sighed, she had borne enough daughters to know exactly when her womb had been seized by a male’s seed. Pierced by one of the trillions of eager dogs he’d unleashed into her belly, her noble vampiric egg was now settling along her womb’s walls. Growing into her next child. His pup.

Beneath the keep’s tower the debauched cacophony of mating continued. In places it wrapping up with the satisfied squeals of her daughters receiving their own firstborns, and in others the mating was only just beginning. Or beginning anew to seal their fates as the pack’s breeding bitches.

The Countess was no exception.

The Alpha stirred, his knot loosening enough to let his cock slide freely from the ravaged woman. The vampire gasped and moaned when the deluge of their mixed juices gushed from her gaping hole as if from a tapped keg. The Alpha sniffed her chest and licked her sweaty breasts, the savor of a vampire’s wounds no doubt invigorating more than just his pride. Then his great member slapped down onto her raised belly, smearing her with his slimy mark. His low howl signaled his triumph to all of his pack below, and they howled back in earnest.

“My… you prideful thing…” The Countess sighed and stroked her quickly deflating belly. But her rest was not to last. Overhead the full moon was only just beginning to rise, the night was still young, and the beastman’s cock still hard.

This time though, it was the Countess who raised her hips and guided the tip of his stabbing member towards her overflowing hole. He thrust back in with a sickly squelch, and the both of them groaned. They needed this. Needed more. Needed to breed.

“Besides… One just isn’t enough…” the Countess managed amid her shuddering breaths as the beast began to bear down into her conquered pussy once again that night. The noblewoman’s long pale arms clung fast about his neck and allowed her to whisper into his pointed ear with a devilish grin.

“You, brute, have a whole litter left to give me!”

The End