Haven
Disturbed wasn’t the right word, but couldn’t shake how surreal his dream felt. Instead of laying awake and staring at his ceiling—and despite being self-conscious of his engorged penis—he grabbed a towel and his toiletries and made his way to the shared bathroom facilities on the top floor.
Though only a sophomore, his rank in Dark Moon meant he had access to the second-highest level of restroom amenities available in the manor, a deluxe seven-shower bathroom that even boasted a small steam room, second only to those who had their own private ensuite bathrooms. The shared facility was parallel to the in-house gym that the men of the manor trained in, but at this hour there was no one to be seen.
On most days, the werewolf craved the hottest of showers and savored in the relaxation brought on by the billowing steam that filled the room. Tonight, however, he took a cold shower. It was no secret to that his lycanthropy was the equivalent of supernatural Viagra when it came to his sex drive, and his realistic sex dream only made him more riled up.
As the cold water washed the sticky sins away, the shower pressure brought to ’s attention the sore spot on his back. Weird that I haven’t healed, he thought to himself, recalling previous injuries since he had turned. Often, he could scratch his paws while out for a patrol, only to return to human form completely unscathed. Weird that I’m even injured. Didn’t think the other guy even touched me.
For the most part, however, was focused on rationalizing his strange sex dream.
It was almost like I was experiencing something through the eyes of someone else. Mimicking their actions, right? Or was I controlling them? What point of view was I seeing things through? Griff’s hiking ‘friend,’ who might be a werewolf? Who was the other man, the one with the tattoos who, um, topped me? He didn’t look like the guy on the MHU football billboards. Does this somehow connect to what Luna said about a vampire?
The connection to Griff was apparent. Maybe his subconscious interest in the normie he had met that night was bleeding into his dreams. His sexual frustration in general probably didn’t help. It wasn’t as though couldn’t get any girl on campus—and as far as the guys went, he still hadn’t mustered up the courage to try—it was more that he wasn’t interested. Anyway, how can a werewolf date a normie? The clan won’t let me reveal my identity to them, and without my clan then who even am I?
leaned against the back of the shower, allowing the cool water to blanket his chest and torso. He closed his eyes as though to relax, realizing he was much more tired than he initially believed. It was like his wet dream took away any benefits of his sleep. He again pictured the smooth skin of Griff, his fit body glistening in the moonlight. Like he was adjusting and sharpening the viewpoint of his earlier sexual fantasy, tried to make out the second man who had entered him while he made love to Griff.
He licked his lips, his body twitching as he made out the visuals of the thick forearms wrapped around Griff’s neck. They were covered in traditional and Japanese-style tattoos—colorful roses melted into bright koi fish, dark skulls, and multicolored dragons. He saw closer now from behind Griff—a man that appeared to be in his twenties with a defined jawline and a faded haircut that was short on the sides with some length on the very top. He had a perfectly manicured beard—one that even was jealous of—and a fiery look in his eyes as he moved his hips back and forth.
The hyper-realistic visuals tickled him to the core. The pressure of the water hardened his nipples and tickled his swollen cock as he fell deeper into the fantasy. Suddenly, he felt transported to another surreal dreamscape, though he was still in a shower. The water was warm in this shower, though, and it had unfamiliar glass walls. On top of that, he wasn’t alone.
“Thought I’d join you for a quick rinse off.” The words of a familiar stranger were accompanied by a charismatic British accent. Steam surrounded them and seemed to blur his visuals somewhat, but he recognized the taller man in the shower as the tattooed stranger from earlier.
Shy at first, watched as the man spread body wash over the backs of his arms. “You do mine and I’ll do yours, huh?” the stranger asked as though they were close friends or lovers. Hesitant at first, moved forward, grabbing body wash from a nearby dispenser and lathering it across the man’s tattooed shoulders. He admired his muscles, his fair skin, and the artwork that covered them both as he went. His hands went lower before he stopped, unsure if he should continue.
“Don’t be shy, stud,” coaxed the stranger. Swallowing hard, massaged the body wash into his new acquaintance’s defined butt cheeks, grasping them and enjoying the shape as he went. He pulled them apart, at first running his hand between them to clean the area before admiring his furry hole. I wonder , he thought to himself, his supernatural hormones kicking in.
“Don’t have to stop,” the man said, turning to face him briefly and flashing a friendly grin.
With permission, slipped a finger into the man, an act that emitted a low groan from his shower companion. He moved closer as he slipped another finger in, moving the digits back and forth as he went.
“Damn,” the man gasped. “Not my usual rodeo, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.”
reached around the man, his free hand running up and down his furry stomach and chest, grabbing and pinching at his nipples as he moved up and down. He finally got up the nerve to grab between the man’s legs, surprised to find that he was at full attention already. He stroked him in rhythm with the movement of his fingers.
“Ah, fuck,” the mystery man groaned. pushed kisses into his shoulders, nibbling gently on the sensitive area between his neck and shoulder blade.
“If you’re gonna do all that, at least give me some of what I want,” the British stranger said in a devious tone. Grabbing both of ’s arms, he pulled them away and spun around to face him.
The stranger was indeed the same one from before—his body covered in beads of water and his hair matted to his skin. wasted no time, finding himself lip-locked with the stranger in an instant. In his previous dream, it felt like he was simply watching and enjoying the physical sensations, but in this one it felt like he was truly taking control.
“You sure you’re up for this?” the stranger asked, briefly pulling away. “Thought you were about to pass out about five minutes ago. And something about your little owie hurting.”
didn’t respond, instead cradling the man’s head in his hands as he kissed him once again. The stranger obliged, shoving his tongue into ’s mouth and exploring it as he went. ’s hands grabbed for the stranger’s impressive cock, jerking and tugging as they kissed.
“Damn,” the man exclaimed between kisses. “Wolf’s got some new techniques, I see.”
smiled at his mystery lover, moving his kisses to the man’s chest and stomach before he got down on his knees in the shower.
“Suck it,” the man said, flashing him a wicked smile. obliged, gripping the base of the man’s erection as he engulfed the full length. He moved his head back and forth, cheered on by the grunts and dirty words of the man he was pleasing. “That’s it. Good wolf.”
“Fuck,” exclaimed as he came up for air, the water of the shower beating down on his face as he looked up at the tattooed man in his dreams.
“I knew you liked sucking cock,” the man teased, flicking his penis against ’s face as a sign of dominance.
“Mm-hmm,” nodded, taking him back inside of his mouth. Unlike a dream, he could taste the man’s skin and his pre-cum as he went, and though it seemed impossible, it did nothing more than turn him on even more. “Spin around,” finally said in a demanding voice, one that surprised his new lover. The man obliged, though, and spread his muscular cheeks, pressing kisses along the tender inner parts of his buttocks before tracing his hole with the tip of his tongue.
“That’s it,” the man sighed. “Eat my ass.”
The dirty talk of the stranger turned on even more. The tattooed hunk was now leaning against the side of the shower, his back bent and arched. pushed his tongue in further, then replaced it with a finger as he kissed, nibbled, and licked the man’s cheeks.
“Your turn,” finally said as he stood up.
“Huh?” the man asked. But before he stood up straight, took his own rock hard cock—still unusually engorged—in his hand and pressed it between his dream lover’s cheeks. “Oh, damn! Well, okay,” the man gasped.
felt nothing but warm pressure as he entered the man—could feel him tensing up, then relaxing, then tensing up again as he thrusted his hips.
“What’s gotten into you?” the man asked. “Never thought I’d be bent over like this by the likes of you. But fuck , that feels good.”
“Yeah?” asked. “Figured it’s only fair. You get my ass, I get yours.”
“Fu-u-u-uck,” the man groaned, adjusting his hands on the sides of the shower as securely grabbed onto his hips.
“You like it rough?” asked, feeling empowered as he took control of the dominant, taller, more muscular man.
“Mm-hmm,” the man whimpered.
pulled his full length out before slamming it back in and repeated the motion, each time savoring the intense feeling it produced. This isn’t how it feels in dreams, he thought, but his thoughts faded away as he savored the sound of the once-dominant man’s soft whimpers.
“Take it,” commanded, taking great joy in seeing the reflection of the man’s face in the glass wall. His look was a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck yeah,” the man growled as shook his whole body.
adjusted his footing, grabbing for a tuft of hair atop the man’s head with one hand, reaching around to jerk his cock with the other. “You like being my beta now?”
The man chuckled at first, which caused to slam into him harder. “Ah, fuck!” the man growled. “Y-yes. I’m your bitch,” he finally obliged, moaning as the sound of their skin smacking together filled the shower. “Y-you’re the alpha.”
“I like it when you talk dirty,” said, moving his hand from the top of the man’s head down to the nape of his neck. “Beg for it.”
“Oh, wow,” the man exclaimed excitedly. “All right, sure.”
“I said talk dirty,” ’s grip tightened around the man’s neck, which he seemed to enjoy.
“Use me,” the man gasped. “Ugh, that feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” asked as the water continued to pour down onto the man’s back.
“Yes!” the man whimpered uncharacteristically. “Make me your bitch. Treat me like the vampire scum I am.”
The comment gave pause—and he stored it in the back of his mind before taking his prejudice against vampires, a known predator to werewolves, into practice by thrusting even harder.
“Oh, yeah? That’s all you are,” growled , pulling the man up so that he could whisper in his ear. “My fucking vampire scum cum dump.”
“Oh, god!” his submissive lover whimpered. “Punish me.”
let go of the man’s cock and slapped his ass. His lover howled in pleasure, and he did it again, the water no doubt increasing the pain of each spank.
wrapped his arm around the man’s neck, his free hand returning to jerking his thick cock as he drilled into him. The tickles of a second orgasm drew near, the pressure running up and down ’s body.
“Oh, god,” the man let out a high-pitched shout. “Don’t stop, Pru.”
“Shut up and take it,” commanded, ignoring the nickname he heard.
The man submitting to him whimpered loudly, his body shaking. soon realized why—his lover’s hole involuntarily clenching over him with each thrust. watched with great interest as the man’s face turned red, his mouth open wide as he tried to form words. “I’m cu-cu-cu—ahh!”
His submissive partner’s body stopped shaking. He then emitted a long sigh as his seed sprayed onto the surface of the closest glass wall.
“On your knees, vampire scum,” pushed the man’s body away.
“Whoa,” the man replied, turning to face him with a look of surprise. He obliged, however, quickly dropping to his knees and sticking out his tongue. jerked his swollen cock, slapping it against the man’s face as he went. The tickle of his beard was a strange new sensation, but it was one he enjoyed.
“Let me,” the man whimpered, pushing ’s hand down as he took all of him inside his mouth. His lover bobbed back and forth at a fast pace, a movement that sent shivers up ’s body.
“That’s it, you vampire whore,” played along with the dirty talk. “Your kind is good at sucking, so work my load out.”
The man seemed to like that, pushing to the back of his throat. placed one hand at the bottom of the man’s jaw, the other at the top of his head, and thrusted at the same pace as he was moving at before.
“Mm-hmm,” his lover encouraged his thrusts.
“Look up at me, vamp scum,” commanded.
“Fuck yeah,” the man said, ’s cock slipping out of his mouth. slapped it against his beard and cheeks before pushing it back between his soft lips.
“Did I say stop?” asked, now placing both of his hands at the back of the man’s head as he fucked his face. The man looked up at him, his eyes wide as treated him as though he were only a means of pleasure. “Good cock-sucking vamp. You’re about to get your reward.”
The man groaned, his sounds muffled by ’s girth.
“Ah, god, I’m cumming!”
let out a wolf howl as the surface of his member became sensitive, the warmth and wetness of his lover’s tongue, lips, and mouth suffocating his sensory glands. His body shook as he shot the first strand into the vampire’s mouth. He shuddered, the sensitivity too much, and pulled himself out. The vampire greedily grabbed for his cock, ’s second squirt spraying across his beard, cheeks, and nose. The vampire engulfed him once again, ’s legs shaking as he pumped a third and fourth strand into his mouth. He felt the sensation of the vampire’s throat tightening around him as he swallowed every drop; the feeling causing ’s eyes to roll into the back of his head.
“Ah, fuck, yeah,” the vampire exclaimed as he pulled ’s swollen penis from his mouth, tracing the entire length of it with his tongue before again engulfing it. The vampire took ’s sensitive cock and rubbed it against his face, collecting his semen before again plunging him back into his throat and swallowing it all. “What a huge fucking load. And look at you, never seen you so sensitive.”
“Ah, fuck,” sighed as the vampire bobbed up and down hungrily on his spent manhood. “Dirty cum-sucking vamp,” he moaned as he wiped the last trace of his seed from the vampire’s face with his fingers. Without hesitation, the vampire took in the full length of his digits and swallowed the last of him.
“For you, anytime,” his handsome sub said with a smile.
“Geez, what a fucking shower,” sighed, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. His body felt completely spent—and as hot as it was to have such a masculine, muscular man submit completely and entirely to him, he couldn’t go anymore.
When he opened his eyes, he for sure thought that his dream lover would still be servicing him.
He wasn’t.
The shower was empty.
watched as the vampire’s handprints on the glass faded away—as the glass faded away. He rubbed his eyes, adjusting his vision, and looked again. As suspected, he was back in Dark Moon Manor, the pressure of cold water tickling his sensitive loins.
“That was different, ” he said as he gasped for air.