The Bow sat on a leather chair. Like a werewolf mob boss, bones piled in far corner. Some with labels from his last meals.
The Bow, Yawa, chewed on a bone from... Barak Drori. The meat was tender, it had a strange taste. Jewish people tasted funny but Mexican and negros, that had some real flavor. He licked his claws.
In his human form, his teeth protruded through his jaw. After licking the blood and human juices from his fingers. He chugged down a bottle. It wasn't going to change him into a vampire but he definitely had a blood obsession.
A werewolf with a blood addiction.
It was better than his first fetish. Pee gave the meat some type of flavor.
"Bring me the bitch." He wiped his maw with his arm and beckoned in Lesedi. The werewolf guards, two big hairy humans stuck in the midst of transformation. Their noses snub and cheek bones high. "Let me go!" she wiggled as the guards clutched her hands behind her back.
The Bow clasped his fingers together. "I don't like you." he told bluntly, "My son was checked over. They told me he's dead." He gave a wolf like grin, all his teeth red and razor sharp.
He had what was known as a CUFF. In human terms, Yawa had a prosthetic jaw. It had been there a good time for it caused infection in his bottom lip. He took it out and lost several teeth.
Another thing about the Bow.
"Bend her over my desk," he ordered, tapping his finger over the top. He stood up from his seat and upzipped his pants. The guards did as told. "Take her pants off..."
The guards slid off her underwear with the rest of her clothes. Another held down her wrist. "Gag her, I don't like whimpering bitches."
Yawa went to her backside and rubbed the inside of her pussy. She was moist, he licked his lips. "She's in heat..."
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" her body beat against the table. "I know... you have rights."
Which he knew utterly to be untrue. He grabbed hold of his member. A black long penis, pierced at the tip. A spike tip and down the shaft. He felt under his testicles and rubbed himself softly.
Yawa spread her vagina with two fingers and moved in and out. He massaged himself more. "Yes..." he drooled.
He got himself settled. He placed his dick on her back and told the guard to spread her legs. She started screaming, the guard to her left punched her in jaw. "Get a fucking bag."
He went and grabbed a bag shove in between books and went back to place it on her head. "I got a new bitch." His werewolf form was visible. He pushed inside her; holding the desk as it rocked to his movements.
Lesedi screamed inside the bag. "I got it all in." He bucked his hips. "You ain't nothing summertime. I want you to squeeze me." He bucked his hips faster. "It's all mine. Tell me I'm a good boy. Beg for this dick."
Yawa grabbed her hips, she seemed to slide off of him. His tongue hang out his mouth. "YES!"
He viewed the guards to the side of the room. "I bet y'all want some! Come and get you a taste!"
The guards felt her arms and legs. "My son is dead! Imma fill you up little bitch." He gripped the back of her neck. Lesedi filled the bag with tears as red lines made paths down her legs. "Imma break! Imma break!"
The werewolf guards licked the blood against her ankles. Yawa slammed her body against the desk and drove into her back. He panted and whimpered. "I'm a good boy! I'm a good boy!"
Finally, the release busted out of her. "Damn..." Yawa looked at her vagina. "Like cream pie..." He pulled out and bent down, he took a whiff. Flickering his tongue against her pussy lips. "I had to get that out." He stood up and watch the mess drip out and mix with blood.
"Let it marinate, I feel like I need another one. Leneke!" he called one of his mates. She came through the door with painted black eyes. "Go down stairs and pick out a sister. I'm in the mood now."
"Good." she said lowly. "There's a man down at the Pound. He's asking for a ritual."
"What?" he grimaced. "I ain't got no more puppies."
"Well, there is Mokiri."
"Who?"
"The last female pup."
"Aw shit..." That was cute, he thought, she named herself. "Apparently, he wants us to give him a supply of trained dogs."
"You know I can't do that. I don't even have the bodies." He did have the supply; he just wasn't one to share. "He gave 180,000 to raid a vampire house." she said.
"I don't give a fuck." Yawa waltzed towards the door. He sniffed the air and looked at Leneke, "You in heat?" he grinned.
"I just finished my period." she avoided his eyes. "Damn, I bet that shit dry now." Yawa rolled his eyes. "I guess I'll go see what the nigga want." he walked out the door, pushing Leneke to the side.
"He's a white man."
"The better to eat—wait, I don't like white meat." He stopped to think. "Get the hot sauce."
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He thought people loved dogs?
Vampires did it all the time but if a dog does it. It was so wrong. Yeah, he used to live a human home and his handler was alita Valbuena. Yeah, he went to the pound and ate a small child and bit her brother's hand off. And yes, the pound said put him down.
He had been shot.
He ran away several times.
He used fuck Ms. Valbuena's leg and then he hopped in bed with her new husband.
Fuck yes, he pissed on that Mexican.
And then Rogelio put him outside.
Yeah, yeah, he put his nuts in his mouth and bit that nigga.
Hell yeah, he would do it again.
And Ms. Valbuena was a thick ass latina with beautiful ass titties and went to church looking saved and holy. He used to put his nose in-between the cleavage of her breast.
He had sniffed her panties. Especially after and during her period.
And then she got mad because he was a devil dog.
Perra estupida
DID THOSE PASSIONATE LEG HUMPS MEAN ANYTHING? WHAT ABOUT THE TIME SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE HER MOM DIED AND HE HOPPED IN BED WITH HER. AND FUCKED HER HEAD.
BUT NOO. SHE GOT MAD AND PUT HIM OUTSIDE. SO, HE TOOK HER FINGERS.
What the fuck kind of name was Patro! Fuck that... but at least it wasn't chico or some other stupid shit.
He got adopted by a Mexican woman, and never forgot the time it was Cinco de mayo and she made them sloppy ass burritos and he didn't get shit!
Fuck her!
What was he mad about? Oh right, doglife.
On his way to Sovereign State, his own personal 'animal shelter'. What the fuck was an animal shelter if the shelter killed animals? A fucking funeral home.
That's why they don't bury the dogs on the premises.
You went to the animal shelter to get a homeless bitch. So why the fuck not sell them—oh wait, he always got puppy mills and animal shelters mixed up.
The building was old, abandon factory formerly used to make glass. Purple lights shone through the windows. Barking, howling and occasionally a lot of fucking.
Plus, a lot of wolves were dosed with Kanis or rabies. That's a taboo word. The moment he walked into the hot building; heat swept his neck. He heard the horse breathing of a werewolf high on Kanis while mounting a female.
Her mascara ran down her cheeks. To his right the same thing happening except they enjoyed it. "Who's the big bad wolf? Say it bitch!"
"You are Henry--"
The wolf smacked the female across the head, "That's my slave's name!" She robe him, sliding in and out. He grabbed her by her throat and bounced her on his pelvis. "What's my name you Bridgette looking bitch!"
She choked out, "Manilla!"
"That's right, bounce that ass!" his claws swiped across her fat ass. Upstairs was the bar.
Werewolves were technically half human. But with rituals, if you USED TO BE, then bad luck says you are a dog. That's how he defined it.
He went upstairs to the bar that was filled with humans and maybe a poor soul. He went to the counter, "Bitch told me I had a man up here looking for me."
"Way back, Bow" the bartender pointed. In the way back, a fat white man sat alone. He moved to the table, fighting off the urge to bite. "Who are you?"
He looked up. "Well, you must be The Bow around here." he stood up. "My name is Owen Growden. I own a plantation in Virginia."
"You a nigga whippa." Yawa crossed his arms.
"Yes and no." he coughed. "My family did own a few slaves. My grandpa jessie fucked a negro woman too."
"Why is that like y'all back up?"
"My apologizes--"
"Get on with it. I could be fucking a young healthy bitch right now."
He cleared his throat again, "If you will." he gestured to the chair. Yawa took a seat, "I need dogs." said Growden.
"I need bitches." he counted on his fingers. "Weed, food, pussy, and weapons. But pussy always comes first."
"I see... I have 180,000 dollars." he reached down under the table and patted his briefcase. "Liar." he straightens his back. "What's in there?"
"Money. I assure you I'm no liar."
"Catch a vampire by the teeth. You a fucking liar." he sneered. "How the fuck you get 180,000 in a case except a goddamn vault?"
Growden swallowed. "I do have money; I get the rest IF--"
"If?"
"I need a ritual... If I can--"
"If I hear if again..."
"--I give you all the money. I heard the House is vacant."
"The angel house?" Yawa smirked. "It is... the ghytto is in a fuss. We got niggas coming in and out this bitch. Even from the ground itself. Karma is a fucking thing."
"I am aware--"
"You ain't. They started lynching niggas on the other side. What y'all Virginian's doing?"
Growden clasped his hands together. "Is there someone I can make a bet with?"
"What do you wanted," Yawa demanded through closed teeth.
Slowly he began to transform. Human or dog, werewolves were still something to be fucked with. "Dealer? You a fucking dealer? Hanielle missing, y'all fucking up the hood."
"It's not me, yet."
"Yet?" he squinted. "Virginia is in your debt, Hanielle has done a lot for the state and the state wants to honor the connection. As mayor of Virginia. I'm here to make a deal until Hanielle is found."
This was disgusting. He knew nothing new came from a fat piece of shit. His clothes barely fit, there was a mustard stain on his collar. "God doesn't like ugly."
"Indeed." he chuckled. "We know about the bone marrow. It's in the placenta. The chicken, and everybody loves chicken."
"You bore me, man bitch."
"The department is owned by VA and shared with you."
"The damn thing is not yours. Remember you killed the Kings mother? We had to seal off the old hood, fucking soulless beings coming and shit." Yawa's claws scratched the wood. "You fucked with the hood the wrong way."
"We never actually found--" Growden gagged as the Wolve's claws surrounded his neck. "This is why we raid your homes. Do on to others as others have done on to you."