Unknown Apartment, Unknown Bedroom, Southport, New Jersey.....
Ron Hemming awoke to find himself lying on his back in the center of his large four-poster bed with the covers tossed about and numerous pillows kicked to the floor. His dark colored boxer briefs were tented something fierce and he was vastly uncomfortable. The scent of arousal had stirred him from his slumber and the annoyance with knowing that his most hated enemy had nerve enough to stalk him to the states. His fury had been intense even in his uneasy slumber as he found that even in his subconscious mind, the taunting ways of his most hated enemy remained and the beast within began to stir in the wake of the fury he'd been harboring. Sadly, Ron was subjected to the feral nature of his blood as he tossed and turned contending with the vicious fiend that lurked within the shadows of his being.
Ron found himself amid vast forests of eerie grey, thick fog, and the unseemly chill of the night air as rivers of blood flowed before him and his cock became aroused at the very sight of it. His teeth longed to dig into the supple flesh of any of the lesser targets before him as his mighty will was imposed upon all of the surrounding land. None could stand before its might and it indulged in any and every aspect of its unseemingly insatiable hunger for blood, and the physical aspect of its lust whenever and however it so chose.
The howl of the legendary predator filled the night air as it tasted the sweet release of utter freedom no longer confined nor controlled as it moved about the lands conquering and spilling its seed as well as rivers of blood to any lands unfortunate enough to be along it's path of destruction. The bright white glow of the glorious Luna filled the night sky and the fiendish beast howlitst's mouth filled with blood and its loins burning with lust as the freakish cock pulsed and throbbed leaking the yellowish seed of its making along the trail of bodies in it's wake.
How it longed to be free, with the scent of the hunt to guide it via the large saliva-slick black nose that took in the scents of those who had been selected as ideal prey. The sensation of the wind amid its unleashed fur-covered muscle-ripped body as it ran loose as wild as it was ferocious in the wake of the conquest that it had been driven to undertake.
A low growl erupted from the mouth of the formerly slumbering Ron Hemming as he leaped out of bed, his notoriously hazel eyes aglow with the same eerie orange that had signaled the onset of his Le Ferale blood boiling within his veins as his loins began to ache and a low whimper escaped him. His heart beat wildly within the confines of his chest as the sensation of a strange hunger began to overtake him. He had known this hunger all too well as he collapsed onto the floor convulsing as his muscles ripped and his fang began to protrude, leading to the result of his rather impressive mortal body shifting into that of a feral where he found his way to leaping out of the nearby window and landing rather smoothly onto the building beside his.
The aching of his loins caused him to whimper still as his beast-driven mind wrestled between the dark hunger that filled him and the insatiable lust that continued to swell his already massive appendage as it threatened to burst through his boxer briefs while sweat glistened from his fur kissed flesh as leapedapt across more buildings his keen mind and powerful nose focused on the arousing scent that had driven him to near on madness.
He burst through the windows of unsuspecting people who had foolishly allowed them to remain open in the wake of the night as he rushed through their buildings as if he'd been a mortal bolt of lightning and gone before they could register the magnitude of the very real threat that had been in their midst. He continued his journey mindless to the power of his unyielding lust as he followed the jarring scent toward a building where a woman who had been on the verge of plying her trade within the secluded alleyway with a most terrified and desperate customer.
She was a lovely woman all things considered, with long flowing red hair, baby blue eyes, and a thin build to be sure. She was a small thing even if Ron had remained in his non-feral state of being as he stalked the night taking in her maddening scent and wanting so badly to have her at the mercy of his continuously building lust. He'd been half feral but the madness of his need luckily for her was more along the physical aspects of his hunger than the blood lust that could overtake him at will.
Ron leaped from the shadows, scaring off the man who had mistook him for an active patrolman, and bolted through the other side of the alley. The woman stared at him annoyed that she'd been denied both cash for her troubles and a lay in the process. The half-crazed feral man approached her a deep growl rumbling from his throat as he backed her into a corner. The moment her eyes met his she seemed to have been frozen in fear. Ron in his feral state delighted in the fear as it only seemed to intensify his already throbbing arousal. Within the span of two breaths, he had closed the minor distance between them and pressed her trembling mortal flesh up against the nearby old brick wall.
She froze as his warmth seemed to make her uneasy. Ron sniffed her, his nostrils flaring as he'd been up close saliva dripping from his mouth along with the protruding set of fangs he occasionally flashed in her direction to provoke the perfumed scent of her fear that seemed to add to the arousal she was already experiencing.
The pheromones that seemed to radiate off the fiend in waves seemed to make her palpable as she no longer worried about the fangs that nearly grazed her neck as he continued to sniff her but the massive leaking appendage that had burst from the confines of his boxer briefs which were in tatters that hung along his legs before he ripped the remainder of the semen soaked fabric to shreds.
The whore moaned at the sight of him feeling her brand of slickness trickle down her thighs as he spun her around hiking up her red dress and spreading her legs just enough as he bent her palpable body against the cold brick wall. Her palms were outstretched and she continued to moan in need as Ron grunted lapping at the sweet scent of her sweaty flesh before brutally impaling her leaking and heavily heated orifice with his slick cock groaning as her moans intensified.
The pumping of his hips made her press harder against the wall, the jagged pieces of the brick dug into the smooth tender flesh of her palms and cheek as she felt him stretch her wider and wider as he found himself hilted inside her warm depths and grunting like made from the sensation.
The fiend was pleased as it continued to feverishly pump its well-toned hips faster and faster taking the streetwalker for all she was worth he tried desperately to hold onto the wall as her smaller body jolted along it and the monster that seemed to come from out of nowhere had its way with her body. Ron was semi-feral as his mortal appearance remained but the onset of his wolfish traits could vaguely be made out as he continued to hammer his pistoning appendage into the warmth of the streetwalker with reckless abandon.
The chill of the night air had done little to quell the unyielding heat that radiated throughout his well-toned muscular body nor his loins as he pumped and pounded into the still moaning and whimpering street walker. Over and over again he took her to the height she'd never before seen even with her line of work as Ron Hemming indulged the darker aspects of his fiendish nature.
As his hips frantically pumped and his cock plunged deeper and deeper into the moaning streetwalker, Ron could hear the rushing sound of her warm blood moving about in her veins as he continued to pump his cock into her jolting smaller frame. The sound of her thighs and the soft cheeks of her surprisingly plump and shapely arse slapped together in the wake of his pelvis pumping over and over echoing through the alley along with the many moans and grunts that came along with the unnerving act.
Ron could hear the rapid beating of the streetwalker's heart as the darker impulses of his tainted blood began to grip him in the wake of his madness, never before had he lost himself and been given tocompleteontrol of the monster that lurked deep within. His blood boiled in his veins like nothing he'd ever felt since the day he was birthed via the moon by the rabid bitch back in Ireland.
The words of the beast screamed in his ear as he attempted in vain to resist what his darkest desires had longed for all along. He'd been a Les Ferale and a dangerous conqueror caged by his feeble mind and hangups when he was destined and born to subjugate the lesser races of mortals, Vampirian, and Were alike.
The insult to the one true predator of the dark could not stand and as such it demanded a blood price be paid for the insolence of the former mortal that inadvertently housed its untamed and domineering spirit.
Ron pumped his hips harder and faster as the onset of his release and the umpteenth for the streetwalker had gotten the better of him and he filled her to bursting as her belly expanded and her knees grew weak. His enormous cock battered her insides even as it hosed them down in the wake of his long-sought-after release.
The fiend pushed the woman away causing her to collapse into the ground, after being much too weak to stand on her own as the feral brute felt the inevitable pulsing of his arousal only strengthen despite still leaking yellow-colored release that burst forth. A great roar came from him and before he knew what had happened his mind fixated on the rapid beating of the street walker's heart and saliva seemed to leak from his mouth in waves.
As the night faded a series of screams filled the darkened alleyway where the streetwalker had taken on her last client and none of them had been for pleasure. However, the twisted fiend that lurked deep within the confines of its already tormented host had delighted in them.