Vanessa Hates Being Saved

For several nights now, Vanessa Logan had been hunting down a summoning master that was assembling a cadre of murderous netherhounds. The otherworldly creatures had had free rein on the streets of Blackross City for longer than she'd have liked. Her guild, The Sentinels, had put a hefty bounty up, but she'd have gone after the poor bastard whether the money was in it or not.

As a half-succubus, she was more in tune than most with the hell-born monsters and their infernal infiltration into the middle world. That connection meant it didn't take her much to track down the master of the netherhounds--Murphy Philips, a man in his early forties who got tired of cooking the books and instead got lucky at the local occultist bookshop. He made away with a pretty thing bound in leathery human skin and thought it was his turn to play devil. Now he was wanted dead or alive for the murders of ten people and counting. There was little the cops could really do with the vicious hounds running amok, but the guilds were raring to go.

Vanessa knew off the top of her head that at least half of the victims would struggle to fill the definition of 'innocent', but being the fiery hellspawn that she was, she knew better about stones and glass houses. His summoning of the demon dogs was enough to take him down.

She was playing hide-and-seek in the park with the monsters. She hid, inching closer and closer to their master. They sought. If they found her, they won a crossbow bolt to the skull. It was a simple back-and-forth. However, she'd made the unfortunate misstep of letting a mark know that they were being hunted, so their master was getting more and more desperate for his beasts to find her. Soon it wouldn't be so easy to pick them off.

Yet the huntress was built for this kind of work, slinking about at a subtle 5'1", with curves sewn together by lean muscle. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tail, leaving parted bangs to drape over her forehead and frame her lovely face. Violet eyes fringed in dark lashes were striking against beautifully bronzed skin. The hunting clothes that she wore were simple: a long, dark coat, white T-shirt, dark pants, and boots.

It had been some time since she'd been stalking her way through the woody park. She'd found nothing other than desperate hounds at first. Then, in the heart of it, her luck changed. Peeking around a tree, she saw the bluish glow of an otherworldly summoning. It suffused upwards from the sigil most certainly drawn in blood on the ground. At its center was seated Murphy Philips. His eyes were fixed on the book in front of him, and his lips were forming the fiendish words on the pages. He was exactly where she needed him -- unsuspecting and vulnerable. Her crossbow was raised to take a shot.

There was a shriek and whimper just behind her. Vanessa startled. So too did Murphy.

Spinning around, she saw a hellish-looking netherhound -- all teeth and slick skin -- fold like paper suddenly at her feet. It had been so close; its jaws touched down against the side of her boot after it fell. She'd been so focused, she wouldn't have known it was there until it was on top of her.

Standing over it was all 6'4" of primal male. Hair white as snow and eyes a bright, radiant blue. A wide, chiseled chest was smoothed over by a close-fitting shirt. The shoulders followed the broad shape of him, rolled-up sleeves ending to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms and winding knots in black ink on his left arm.

He must have snapped the thing in half with his bare hands. Vanessa wasn't surprised by that, though. She knew this man.

He was Reyes Monroe.

With severe features that could even make the most pious swoon, Vanessa knew that face anywhere. He was a scoundrel, a pain in the ass. It took more than her fingers and toes to count how many times he'd interrupted a hunt. It was often to his benefit more than hers, managing to steal a kill right out from under her crossbow.

This was worse though. This time he'd saved her. Devils, she could only imagine the mocking torment he'd put her through now.

"Don't you dare, Monroe!" Vanessa hissed, raising her crossbow again to shoot at a hound that had begun to barrel their way.

"Dare what? Save your ass?" The man questioned, his voice rough and husky.

He had a point, but she couldn't explain why she was suddenly flustered and frustrated.

Murphy knew where they were now, but he seemed confident he could take the two hunters down. Vanessa knew this because he wasn't abandoning his summoning circle. That just meant there were more hounds between her and him, and that was alright.

"I'm helping you whether you like it or not, Vanessa," Reyes called, before turning on his heel and plucking up a netherhound by the scruff like it was nothing. Those forearms braced as they kept snapping jaws at bay.

"Is that what you call it?" Vanessa leaped and rolled to dodge the rancid teeth of a demon dog, coming up with a retort from her crossbow.

"You're so fucking stubborn."

That much was true. If she was being half as honest as she could be, the help wouldn't be bad. Reyes Monroe was one of the Lunegarde -- some moon-worshipping hunters who made themselves werewolves as part of their creed. At her angriest, she'd called them a bunch of crotch-sniffing mongrels. They were damn good at what they did, though. They were fierce, persistent hunters. They were strong, too, like Reyes. He wasn't even transformed, and he was tearing through the fodder.

A sickening crack as he broke the jaw of the creature he was holding, making the point in her mind. As long as he was dealing with the hounds...

Spinning away from another hound's teeth, Vanessa leveled her shot at the summoner instead. "Gotcha'," she smirked before letting loose a bolt. It sank angrily into his throat, the man pitching backward while eliciting frantic gargles.

That didn't mean that the hounds were gone, of course. They just stopped coming through the gate. One last one had been zeroing in on the half-succubus, ready to lunge to take her down.

It was too late to shoot it; she knew that much. Maybe she could raise her crossbow just enough so that it could eat metal.

Suddenly, she was twirling. An arm curled around her waist and twisted her away. Reyes' other arm raised defensively, his bicep taking a hit of furious teeth. He shook it off and his hand dove toward it. Fingers gripping into its flesh, he snarled and ripped more of the creature's face off than Vanessa was expecting in such a smooth motion. It shrieked pitifully, eyes and bones exposed in a way that made even her stomach churn. Reyes went in for a killing blow with the same hand, the mutilated thing crumpling to the ground after. All while he carefully held onto Vanessa.

By all the Devils, this man was warm and close and strong. And he'd saved her. Again.

When that last hound fell, Reyes looked to her, his chest heaving with each breath. His eyes burned blue, almost more animal than man. He was boring a hole in her, kicking up something fluttery and heated in her chest. Vanessa felt more like a schoolgirl than a tough-as-nails hunter, like her legs could give out just from the way this man was looking at her.

Vanessa sent her shields up, desperate. She was speaking before she even knew what she was saying. "I could have done this on my own," she muttered. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It wasn't an appreciated sentiment. Reyes made a deep, guttural sound like a growl and let her go. She quickly found her feet, tamping down the smallest feeling that she wished he hadn't.

It was protocol to call in a cleanup team, and Vanessa knew only the best in Blackross City. She had to. Otherwise, she'd be picking up messes by hand that hunters like Reyes left behind. They were there in a heartbeat, suffusing through the park and cleaning up after the gore. Luckily for them, the dogs were breaking down into ash and could be washed away in the next rain. She stayed to call in the kill and make her payment to the cleaning crew.

Much to her dismay, Reyes Monroe didn't leave. He stuck nearby the whole time, arms now cleaned, but crossed. The wound was already healing. He watched her avidly with a dark, severe expression. At the very least, he wasn't trying to steal her catch.

Was he waiting for an apology? A thank you?

The cleaners were there and gone when Reyes decided to get back into it. There was only the woods, the stars, and them when he ripped into her. "You're reckless, Vanessa. You're so focused on the mark, you'll let your ass get torn into two."

Oh, he wanted to do this, did he?

"I was doing just fucking fine before you came along and bungled up my shot, Reyes. I almost had him," she seethed. Vanessa was in the wrong, and she knew it. That hound was almost on her, but she couldn't stop fighting with him. She didn't know why. Didn't know what pushed this hot, heavy feeling inside of her.

"That thing would have ripped your arm off first! You weren't fast enough."

"I'll show you fast enough," Vanessa hissed, before both her fists bundled in his shirt and she yanked him close to her. It was meant to be threatening, but she didn't know why she thought she could play the bigger dog. She should say something. She should open her mouth and rip into him, but she couldn't.

Reyes was glaring down at her, and she wasn't sure if he wanted to tear her in half himself or something else... She didn't ever think she'd seen him so animal in his expression, and she'd seen the man shift.

"Don't push me, Vanessa," he growled low. His voice was hoarse, straining with something.

Vanessa actually felt like she might tremble. It wasn't from fear, though. Adrenaline was soaring through her veins. No flight, only fight. She was feeling way too hot, like the sun was collapsing down in her chest. She didn't know why, but she suddenly had the urge to press every single button in Reyes' array. "Or what," she had the ovaries to say, almost a whisper.

For a moment, there was only the sound of her heartbeat thrumming in her ears. Reyes was staring her down, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he gritted his teeth. She almost wrote him off as all bluster. Something about the scoundrel's bark being much bigger than his bite.

Then he suddenly grabbed her, pulled her in. His lips crushed to hers, stealing them for a harsh, blistering kiss. One of his hands had twined through her hair and tugged her back, opening her up for him. It was fire pouring straight down her throat, forcing sounds of surprise and pleasure from Vanessa. It was more than a kiss; it was a claim, and she felt it like magma in her veins.

He didn't let her come up for air. He was relentless, his lips molding and forming to hers, his legs stepping forward again and again until she felt the roughness of a tree at her back. Reyes didn't stop until his chest was plush to her front, her body surrendering to all the hard planes of his muscle.

Reyes was kissing her like it was all he could ever need. His tongue was silky and hot as it parted her lips. So briefly, Vanessa realized that she hadn't even entertained the thought of stopping it. Instead, she opened up, letting him explore as much as she returned his heat. She wanted him. She actually wanted this overbearing, infuriating, sexy pain in the ass. Her hands were climbing higher, arms curling around his neck. She couldn't help herself, about grinding against his body. He seemed satisfied by her reciprocation, groaning in his throat.

Rough and exploratory, his hands were on her body. They brushed over her breasts through her clothes, over the curve of her rump when his hand slipped inside her coat. More. Please, more, Vanessa's body sang.

Then he stopped.

They were both panting, and by all the Devils, his eyes as they gazed down into hers. All beast and hunger. Between her thighs pulsed greedily, as though he'd sinned for ending what he'd started.

"Vanessa, I--" He began, and she realized she saw something else in his eyes. Something like doubt. "I shouldn't."

The words were like cold water. He was right though, wasn't he? She was being an utter bitch just a second ago, after he'd saved her. But that didn't seem like it either.

Then it hit her. It was risky business getting tangled up with her type. Even half succubi gulped energy down like a nice frozen drink on a hot day. It made it hard to get her rocks off around mortal types. She was too much for them. Too intense. Too hot. She always had to simmer back, and that meant she could never fully give herself.

"I get it. I'll leave you a dry husk. Who wants that?" Vanessa forced a playful smile.

Reyes gave her a look. "No. Not that." His lips twisted into a smirk. "I can take that," he uttered low, like a promise. "It's me. When I'm horny, when I fuck... I change."

Now it was Vanessa's turn to give him a look. She hadn't heard of a werewolf who couldn't control their change when they had sex. Reyes seemed austere about it though. He almost seemed worried. Not that she could blame him -- werewolves could be complete beasts when they shifted. Harshly subject to their animal nature, it was difficult to keep total reason in the shift. Only the best could do it well, Lunegarde included, but it took work. With sex hormones on top of it, it was a recipe for a loss of control.

It was just what Vanessa needed. Besides, who could say that they weren't curious?

"I can take it," Vanessa said after a second of thought. She knew the torture of not being able to let loose. If he could do it with anyone, it was her.

Reyes seemed wary for a moment.

"Give me you, damn it," Vanessa coaxed, urging him close again. "Give me all of you. You were all fire and heat just a second ago. Let's get back to that. Let's give each other what we need."

To encourage him more, she leaned up and planted kisses along the hard angle of his jaw. She moved to his throat, then clamped her teeth around the side of his neck. Reyes jerked to life. His hands came up to either side of her thighs, then closed around the plush mounds of her ass. He pulled her groin against his, where she could feel his hardened cock through his clothes. "Fuck, Vanessa. I need you," he growled.

Need her? Is that why he found her hunt after hunt? Pushed her limits? Teased her?

The iron length of him was trapped behind his jeans, beginning to poke past the waistband. She could feel the way it speared against her clit, pressed into her stomach. He was grinding himself against her, pushing fire into her belly. She shivered, hungered, moving herself against him too. "So have me then. I can take it," she repeated, breath hitched.

This time, Reyes didn't seem so hesitant. Instead, he threw off her coat. He then pulled off her shirt, so urgently that she heard it ripping at the seams. His large hands palmed the curves of her breasts over her bra, thumb toying with a hardening nipple beneath. Now he had gone on the attack at her neck, with sharp nibbles and kisses to soothe them over. Vanessa's arms had looped around him, her hands scrambling to pull his own shirt from his skin. He was growing bigger, though, and she could hear the shift and crackle of his bones.

Before she knew it, his clothes were tearing long before she could hope to wrestle them off. White fur blanketed the hard muscles of his physique, all of which were growing to enormous sizes. If Reyes Monroe was considered a big man before, he was gargantuan now. He stopped nibbling at her neck long enough for his face to take the change too, and she could see him in his entirety.

Vanessa had seen his wolf form before, but she was never this close. Reyes, as a wolf, stood several feet over her on his back legs, his body hunched to be close. He was sheathed in thick muscle, all edges and angles and bulk. His fur shone in what light came through the canopy, and the scraps of his clothes hung pitifully about him like reminders of his shift in size. Fuck, he was huge. Enough to make most have second thoughts about what they could and could not take.

Except her.

Looking up, she gazed into those same animalistic blue eyes, and they were so full of hunger and want and heat.

Suddenly his long tongue was buried in her mouth, curling around her own. Those pointed fangs were so close, but didn't touch. He was restrained enough not to hurt her, but roughness... That was different. He gripped and bundled her shorts with a hand and completely ripped them from her figure. She gasped from the force of it, from the force of those huge clawed hands. Another of his was massaging a breast, and capturing one pert nipple with his claws. Contrasting the shorts, he was careful enough not to give her a piercing, and he seemed to revel in the moans he was drawing from her throat.

Trying to play with his body just as much, Vanessa's hands had been exploring the iron front of his chest. They had moved over the huge mounds of his pecs, down the hard valleys of his abs, to the 'v' that his pelvic muscles made. Waiting there for her was his huge red cock, already rock hard. He twitched eagerly at her touch, the appendage veined and hot. There was a bulbous knot seated at the base, grazed by her fingertips. Silk lines of precum trailed from her fingers to his head, which she smeared over him. She curled her fingers around his girth and stroked along his length.

All of this Reyes seemed to appreciate, growling low in his chest as his claws unceremoniously plucked her bra and panties from her flesh. She prickled in the evening air, but she was far from cold. Her werewolf companion could provide enough heat for the both of them twenty times over.

If she had any worries about anyone finding them, she was a long way from voicing it. Far too late to trifle over that.

There wasn't much chance to play with him. The animal wanted it all right now -- couldn't have its dessert soon enough.

Reyes had tucked his head between them and his tongue was lapping at her breasts. They ran along the hard peaks of her nipples, one still teased by a claw before his hands sank lower. Vanessa's head was tipped back to give him access, sighing from the little electrical shocks each pass of her sensitive nipples provided. Then his large, clawed hands were on her ass again, this time to lift her up. Up, up, farther than she was expecting. She was seated on his hands, just a little higher than him, and his tongue was moving lower. He licked and etched the lines of her taut stomach, all the way down to the smooth hairs above her pussy.

He didn't wait. Reyes' tongue dove straight at her weeping lips. The long, flat surface curled around the shape of her, tasting her. It moved slowly to the front, fondling and cradling the sensitive nub that was her clit.

Vanessa moaned, her hands smoothed through the white fur of the back of his head. He lapped at her, drinking from her, before she felt him push that diligent thick muscle inside of her. Her body hitched, her hips jerking from surprise. His tongue would retreat to play with her clit, before it quickly returned inside her. Several times he did this, making her back arch, making her squirm in his grip.

That pyre within was fed each time his tongue moved, each time he devotedly savored her. It was white-hot and building, making her eager body writhe. Her hips moved in his grasp, riding his tongue and its motions. Reyes allowed it, encouraged it, his hands moving her body with her. "Mn... Yes!" She moaned, practically seeing the edge of that precipice.

With the liquid friction that his ambitious tongue provided, it was near impossible to hold on for much longer. Vanessa was gripping the scruff at the back of his head, her body arching and curling. "Ahn!" She cried out, feeling herself shudder. Wave after wave tore through her core, pulsing to the tips of her fingers, to her curling toes. Her walls squeezed at his tongue with every pass, until the waves faded.

Coming down from that high, Vanessa sighed pleasurably. She shivered as Reyes lapped at her pussy, licking up the juices he'd just pulled from her.

It was very clear that there was going to be hardly any time to pull herself back together. He was moving her again, this time pulling her away from the tree. Just like that, she was suddenly on the ground. The ferocious heat in her body made it easy to ignore all manner of stick and stone. All she could focus on was the white werewolf that came down on top of her, enclosing her in his arms.

That, and his heavy cock that slapped against her stomach.

Vanessa was reminded how big it was again, and just how warm. Her legs were parted, and he was between them, her very sensitized clit resting against the large knot of his dick. He was throbbing, and the feel of it was intoxicating. Her heartbeat pulsed alongside him, felt between her legs. By the Devils, she didn't think she'd been this turned on in years -- or ever. She looked up to Reyes, who was briefly looking down between them, admiring her body and his cock laid across her bronze skin. He returned her gaze then, that blue, ravenous and needy. All for her.

Trying to tease him, to make this passion build even higher, she shifted her hips. She rubbed her slick self against his knot, up to his shaft.

Reyes placed a hand on her face, a thumb brushing over her lips. It was surprisingly intimate, delicate, and Vanessa's lips parted to catch her breath. His tongue was at hers again, kissing her, claiming her. His other arm wove around her waist and gripped her to him. It was like a band of iron, closing her in. She couldn't keep up her teasing for long. The animal in him wouldn't let him wait -- didn't know what patience was. He used his leverage on her to shift, pressing the pointed head of his manhood to her entrance.

Vanessa realized she was holding her breath. Then Reyes plunged, diving into her cunt without a moment to spare. She was reminded of his size as he stretched her open. It was a tight fit, and she dared to say it probably would have hurt if she wasn't built for such things. Instead, it felt good. So good, like it was finally enough. Another thrust and she realized she hadn't taken all of him at first. One more and she gasped, stunned, never having been so full, sheathing him entirely.

He gave her a second to feel him, to adjust to him, but that was all that he could give. Reyes began to move his hips, pumping in and out of her. Slow, at first. His huge prick left her empty and filled her all over again in slick movements. Gods, it felt so right. Then he increased his pace, kicked up speed. "Fuck!" She cursed, moaned, feeling all thought and reason leak out of her brain with every new thrust. There was a delicious duality of him holding her so tenderly, so carefully, but he fucked her rough, beastlike. She could hear the wet slaps of his knot knocking against her entrance.

It was building that something inside of her again, so quick, so soon, but her body didn't care. The flames of it were licking up her spine. It was a tense wire threatening to snap.

Reyes growled deep and desperate, hilting himself over and over again into his rival. The little devil that haunted his dreams, that tormented him, kept him at arm's reach. Now she was here, moaning and writhing beneath him. Vanessa knew this. She could see the effect she was having on him, the way he tensed, pounded faster. His breathing was growing ragged, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Cum inside me," she begged. Devils help her, she didn't know why, but her body needed it. Demanded it. It broke him. Another several rough thrusts, nearly taking Vanessa to the edge, and then he pulled down on her hard with his arm. He used his grip on her to spear her with his cock, and pushed that enormous bulb inside of her. Already feeling so full, she was fit to burst, and that threw her off that beautiful edge.

Reyes gritted his sharp teeth as Vanessa screamed her ecstasy. Rope after rope of warm fluid poured against her insides, accompanying the eye-rolling, mind-numbing waves that burst through her body. Over and over again they folded through her, until finally, after several moments, they simmered down.

Winding down at last, the heat left Vanessa panting, but invigorated. When she could let go, sex was rejuvenating, and just as Reyes had promised, he didn't seem limp and weak from the excursion. Instead, he was still in his wolf form, still inside of her, and was cradling her close. Reyes licked her lips, then her cheek. He nuzzled in against her ear, so affectionately that it stunned her.

Then it hit Vanessa. Oh Gods. Devils. All of the above. She'd just fucked Reyes Monroe. Her rival. Her pain in the ass. And realms help her, it was so hot.

As if coming to the same realization, Reyes looked to her. Slowly, he was changing, shifting. He was human again. Not as huge, but still a large man, leaning over her, cradling her body. There was a moment of quiet, and then he grinned.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," he muttered roughly. As if to accentuate the point, he playfully gripped a handful of her asscheek.

Vanessa groaned. She could feel his fluids seeping out of her body down her thighs. Thank goodness for birth control. "Is that so?" She murmured. He'd wanted her for a while. He'd said he'd needed her. "So is this a one-time thing, or...?"

"Did I hurt you?" Reyes asked, unwinding his arms from around her to press them to the earth. He lifted up to look between them.

All Vanessa could feel was a happy, sex-shocked glow. She still couldn't believe who she'd fucked. She was busy trying to wrap her brain around that -- never mind that there wasn't even a scratch on her, despite those long claws of his. "Hurt me," she mimicked with a laugh. Then she realized he actually seemed genuinely concerned. "No, no, I'm fine." She wouldn't even be sore in the morning. There were benefits to being a half-succubus, and that included being able to thrive around particularly rough sex. It was all energy to her. "Answer my question."

"Do you want it to be a one-time thing?" Reyes asked. He looked at her intensely, the rise and fall of his powerful chest a steady backdrop to the harsh, handsome lines of his face.

That was something to mull over. He was her pain in the ass. Vanessa had thought it many times over. But damn it if he wasn't attractive and strong and good at what he did -- whether that fucked her over with her jobs or not. He'd even saved her ass a time or two, tonight included. Maybe it would be good to have him around. She'd be able to fuck without worrying if she'd suck the soul out of her partner.

"No," Vanessa replied.

"Me either," Reyes stated instantly. He'd already thought this over, she realized.

"Well... Where do we go from here?"

"We talk things out, set boundaries, work together--"

"No, I mean... We're both naked, your clothes are shredded, I think you ripped my shit to pieces. How do we get home?"

"Oh... Don't worry. I keep spare clothes in my car. You can borrow some."

It struck Vanessa that it must come with the territory. One could only imagine how many times someone ripped through their clothes before realizing they should keep extra around.

"Vanessa?"

"Hm? Mmph!" Reyes had kissed her, one hand resting on her jaw to guide her to him. It was still fiery, passionate, him. When he pulled away, Vanessa's breath was trembling, and she almost wondered if they were about to go for round two.

Not in the park though. They'd made enough sound for one night. Reyes seemed to silently agree without her having said a thing, because he was getting up the next second. He helped her up, even cleaned her off with the scraps of his clothes. He hesitated only briefly to admire the tattoo of oleanders and swirls across her back before he donned her coat across her shoulders. It was a chilly, naked walk back to his truck, but they did it together.

"Don't worry. Next time we work together--"

"--Oh there's a next time for that too--"

"I won't mind keeping an eye on your back," Reyes said, winking, before he gave her a quick slap on her ass.

Fucking scoundrel. But she guessed, now, he was her scoundrel.