Chapter 10 - The Howl of the Wolf (mf, f-beast)

Author's Note:
It feels like forever since I wrote an Ashwynn chapter.  Since the last time I posted a chapter I think Markydaysaid has drawn two fantastic pictures for me.  You can check them out here and here.  I'm going to have to turn the tentacle one into a chapter, as its a pretty hot picture.  I think I'm going to widen my commission budget.  Anyways...story time!

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The Devil’s Threesome was never a particularly clean institution – it was a dive, above (or perhaps below) all else.  Jack Greyfur liked it that way, as much his sister had always nagged at him to modernize the establishment.  Ashwynn thought it somewhat a metaphor for the grunge and filth that the occult underworld represented, as opposed to any attempt at whitewashing the dirty dealings that occurred there.  Of course, Jack thought such musings to be academic nonsense.

However, on this particular night the scene was particularly akin to a war zone.  Splintered chairs, smashed tables, booze spilt all around the joint – that was actually all pretty normal for the Devil’s Threesome.  The pools of lycan and sanguine blood intermixed with piles of vampiric ash, on the other hand, were unique for the evening.  The Greyfurs were powerful lycans while the Cisarovnas were an ancient vampiric bloodline.  The two families had feuded for years, with dead littering the genealogies of both sides.

None of that mattered to our heroine, Ashwynn Covington, the buxom demon huntress making short work of the vampire coven before her.  Armed with little more than a wooden chair leg—its shattered hilt a sharpened point that would make any vampire wary—she dove into the fight, the young vampires startled by the sudden appearance of the angry drunken redhead.

The room erupted into battle once again as the young vampires threw themselves at their new opponent.  It was all fists, claws and battle cries at the Threesome as Ashwynn wove and dove through the attacks of the pale skinned vamps.  Ducking beneath a wild swing of a sword, the busty woman thrusted her spike upwards, her aim landing true straight into the heart of one of the coven.  With a cry of pain the vampire crumbled into dust before her, even while its mates fell back in sudden fear of this woman warrior.

“Enough!” cried out Roman Cisarovna, local vampire enforcer in the borough of Devil’s Corner.  The thin vampire’s face was looking particularly fell, infuriated by the loss of a half a dozen of his men at the hands of the Greyfurs and this new interloper.  He held in his hand a long thin blade, but it was clear that he was not the type to do his own killing.  “I will remember this affront, human,” he spat at Ashwynn.  “I will have your blood, in time.”

“Well, come on then,” replied Ashwynn, standing confidently before him.  She didn’t even look winded, though there was a certain heave in her breasts with every breath that accentuated her words.  “I’m a nice little cocktail.  Just come and get it, pretty boy.”  She tossed her stake aside, taunting the sour looking vampire with open arms.  “Or are you all fangs and no claws?”

Roman snarled, almost wanting to accept her taunt.  His grip on his blade tightened, its tip shivering with his anger.  He was known as an angry and unpredictable man, quick to be slighted and slow to forgive.  His sister, on the other hand, was always the more reasonable one.

Bianca stepped forward, her statuesque figure swaying slightly with every step.  The woman would have fit in perfectly in a Milan fashion show, if it were not for her slight penchant for blood.  She was thin, naturally, with a modest bust.  Her long wavy brown hair flowed down onto her shoulders, her skin immaculate.  Her dress was out of place in the Threesome, with her French designer dress, neckline plunging into oblivion, and her two thousand dollar spiked heels.  She snaked behind her brother, wrapping her delicate arms around his waist.

“Come now, my love,” she whispered silkily into his ears.  “The time for blood will come.  No need to rush it.”  She eyed Ashwynn, giving her a rather lusty look that was not lost on the redhead.  “It was very nice to meet you, young lady.”  She tugged on her brother’s sleeve, urging him back.

“This isn’t over,” Roman noted, his anger subsiding, though not by much.  This wasn’t the first time that he had been cheated of Jackson’s fur hide.  “Maybe next time you won’t hide behind this bitch, Greyfur.”

Jackson snarled, standing up.  His wounds were already healing and his strength was rapidly returning.  “You know where I live, Roman.  You can try again anytime.”

Roman made to reply, but Bianca only tugged harder on his arm.  With one final hateful glance, he finally relented.  Turning heel, he and his remaining vampires disappeared out the heavy wooden door into the cold Empire City night.

"Well, that's that I guess," Ashwynn said quietly to herself.  Her drunken buzz was fading quickly, to her chagrin.  There was nothing like a good fight to get the blood going and clear the mind.  She tossed her improvised wooden stake to the ground, watching as it clattered and rolled amongst the broken glass and spilt beer that littered the ground.  Surveying the wreckage that was the bar, she frowned as she realized that she was going to be the one that would have to clean it all up.

"Ugh," a voice growled behind her.  Lyra stirred, having been knocked out in the right, edging off the bar counter.  Her clothes had all been torn apart when she changed to her lycan form, leaving her naked when she turned back.  Ashwynn had always admired her body, lean and muscular as it was.  Her form did well to exude her sinewy strength, the lines of her musculature sharp on the canvas that was her lightly tanned skin.  As she stood she arched her back, stretching her arms high above her head.  Ashwynn's eyes traced from her hardened abs up towards her modest yet supple outstretched bust.  The lycan woman's hair, blonde interlaced with gray, was draped over her breasts, giving her some modesty as she brought her arms down.  The older woman knew that Ashwynn was covetously eyeing her, not minding the attention.  "What a mess," she murmured as she appraised the damage.  "You okay, Jack?"

Jackson Greyfur only grunted as the beast roused to his feet.  Still in lycan form, he was a hulking figure well over seven feet tall.  His wounds were healed already, his grey fur bristling in the cold air of the bar.  He let out a low growl as he began pacing the room, throwing glances at the two women.  Young lycans learned to control their anger at an early age, so that they could change at will.  However, even older and more experienced wolves had difficulty controlling their bestial rage when properly incensed.  Given such a brazen attack by the vampirics on him, his sister and Ashwynn, Jack's anger was palpable in the room.  He bared his teeth as he looked at the wreck that was his bar, his clawed hands balled into fists.

"Whoa there, big guy," Ashwynn said, reaching out to him from behind.  "Calm down, it's over."  But as her fingertips touched his fur, he only shrugged her off, pushing her hand away.  He let out a louder growl, his eyes flashing as he looked down on Ashwynn.  A lesser woman might have quailed at the angry glare of a lycan, but Ashwynn only stared back defiantly.

"He'll calm down eventually," Lyra said, her hand on Ashwynn's shoulder.  "Give him a few hours, then we'll clean the place up."

"A few hours?  It'll take a few hours just to clean this place up.  I don't want to wait, I want to go home soon!" Ashwynn replied with disbelief.  "Surely after all these years you know of a quicker way to calm him down.  How do you calm down after a fight?"

"Well," Lyra replied slyly.  "There is a way.  Though I don't know if you're up for it."  With one hand, eyes unwavering, she pointed at Jackson, or specifically, not-so-little Jackson.  The lycan male's member was already rising from his fur, aroused by the sight of the redhead demon hunter.  His eyes were now transfixed on Ashwynn, though she had not noticed.  Fully erect, the werewolf was just over a foot in length, enough to break most women (but once again Ashwynn was not built like most women).

"What?" Ashwynn replied quizzically, following Lyra's outstretched finger.  "Oh for the love of God.  Seriously?"  She sighed, the snap of her breath flitting her hair out of her eyes.  Why is the answer always sex, she asked herself.  It was as if some perverted mind was always dictating her life and it always ended with her on the receiving end of some massive dick.

Not that she minded, she thought to herself.

"Hey, you asked," replied Lyra as she slowly made for the stairs.  She and Jack lived above the bar, on the top floor.  "You can wait it out if you want.  I'll be back in a bit...I need a fucking shower."  Ashwynn watched the woman's muscular ass disappear out of sight as she climbed the stairwell, before fixing her attention back at Jackson.

Greyfur let out a low growl as he stood before the demon hunter, his cock hanging half-erect in front of him.  His member still cut an imposing figure, though Ashwynn knew from experience that she could handle it.  Their dalliances had come to an end after she began dating Lucius, but she figured it was like riding a bike.  Fucking werewolves, that is.

"Well, I suppose we should make little Jack happy then?" she noted mischievously to the lycan who growled in appreciation.  With a single swift and fluid motion, she pulled her tank top over her head, her bra-bound breasts bouncing happily as she did so.  Tossing away her garment, she grasped appreciatively at her own bust, marveling her DDD cup breasts as if they were foreign to her.  She did enjoy her own breasts, very happy that she was so blessed.  Many questioned how she fought with such large obstructions often bouncing in her face, but they were deadly in their own right.  Many a demon was ensnared by a mere look at her pair of mammary glands and then caught unaware by a swift strike.  The werewolf groaned at the vision of her big tits, his hard cock twitching at the view.

Reaching behind her, Ashwynn deftly unhooked the slinky black lace bra that held back her bust, her breasts jiggling happily as she tossed it aside.  Her nipples hardened amidst the cool night air in the bar, as she kneaded the soft flesh with her palms.  She had impossible dimensions, her body athletic and toned yet curvy in all the right places.  The hunter thought she was just lucky, but truly it was just another manifestation of her heritage.

The wolf growled as he approached the female, his hulking musculature towering over the demon hunter. Drooling at the sight of Ashwynn (due to the sexuality she oozed and not because he was hungry), Greyfur drew close to the demon hunter, ready to pounce on the young woman.  She had begun to reach down towards her boots, but thought better of it given the shards of glass on the ground.  As if reading her mind, Greyfur's clawed hands seized the hem of her jeans, causing her to squeal as her pants constricted around her plump ass.

"Whoa there!" she exclaimed as she was suddenly drawn close to the massive beast.  Her hands reached forward to his chest as he pulled her against him, her hands admiring his impressive physique.  Greyfur cut quite a figure as a human, but as a werewolf he was three hundred pounds of pure muscle.  Ash smirked as she saw his foot long cock resting against her toned abs, the warm shaft twitching upwards toward her.  "Mmm, how I've missed our buddy here," she said quietly as she grasped his steel rod in her hands, lightly following the thick veins that lined it.  As her left hand groped the bulbous head of his cock, her right massaged the heavy balls that hung from underneath.  

Ashwynn squatted down, bringing herself eye level with Jack's large rod.  Her mouth watered as she looked over his meaty flesh, her hands running up and down its length.  A low tone emanated from behind his toothy grin, evidently pleased with how events were unfolding.  She pulled back the hood of his cock, laying a gentle kiss on its head.  Then, opening wide, she engulfed the end of his cock with her mouth.  Most women would balk at trying to fit a cock with the girth of a fist in their mouths, but not Ashwynn.  She swirled her tongue under the warm flesh, tickling and massaging the most sensitive area of the beast's cock.

However Greyfur in his lycan form was no gentleman -- he was a beast at heart and his lust needed to be sated.  Ashwynn didn't have time to react as she felt two clawed hands snake into her hair.  With a firm, strong motion, the werewolf forced his cock deeper into the redhead's mouth.  Ashwynn gagged at the sudden intrusion, her hands gripping at Jack's muscular thighs as she tried to accommodate him in her mouth.

*GURGKL-GURG!*  The lycan slowly but deliberately thrusted his cock further and further into the demon hunter's mouth, grinning fiendishly as he did so.  Ashwynn could only glare upwards as she did her best to pleasure him, as she felt pre-cum already leaking down the back of her tongue.  With every push, he slid just a bit further down into the tightness of her throat.  Her breasts jiggled violently with every impact, a sight which only drove the lycan to speed up in lust.  Ashwynn was well-acquainted with deepthroating, but this was a bit much.

Thankfully, the lycan could only bear so much 'foreplay'.  Seizing Ashwynn by her shoulders, he brusquely pulled her off his cock, an audible popping sound echoing as he popped out of her mouth.  She sucked in a gasp of air as he did so, saliva and pre-cum dripping from the sides of her mouth.  Her chest heaved with every breath, as she looked up at Greyfur with unbridled lust.  Her look said it all: she needed to be fucked.  And hard.

Jackson pulled her up, then pushed her down.  His intent was clear as Ashwynn submissively leaned forward, presenting her denim-bound apple bottom ass to him.  He growled in annoyance at the fabric that stood between him and his prize.  Seizing the hem of her pants in two clawed fists, he ripped them apart with one motion, sending denim flying.  It was interesting how often Ash's clothes would meet their demise in this way and her clothing budget suffered because of it.  She giggled in delight as her nether parts were freed, her thong having gone the way of her jeans.  Her boots remained intact, which she was thankful for given the glass on the floor.  Her pussy was wet at the thought of Greyfur penetrating her in his lycan form, something he had not done in a long time.

Still gripping her shoulders, the werewolf lined up his thick throbbing member, still slick from Ashwynn's oral play.  Letting out a howl of triumph, he pushed forward up and into Ashwynn's very willing pussy.  The feeling of her snatch being so fully filled in one fluid motion sent Ashwynn reeling from pleasure, her back arching as she pushed back against him.

"OH GOD!" she cried out, whipping her red hair back as she did so.  She felt him hit her cervix, the pain and pleasure mixing as he began to fuck her in earnest.  He grabbed hold of her hands, holding them behind her as he pounded her from behind.  Her tits flopped wildly, at times smacking herself in the face, as he jackhammered into her.  She turned her head towards her lover, saying, "Fuck yes!  Jack!  You're stretching me apart!"

The wolf howled in reply, spit flying as he rutted with the buxom redhead.  Jack rarely had the opportunity to fuck anyone, let alone in his wolfen form.  His sister never let him touch her intimately (other than one drunken night under a full moon -- which they refuse to speak of).  Bianca, to her brother's ignorance, was an occasional dalliance for him, but she always insisted that he 'make love to her'.  Yet Ashwynn was an entirely different story.  She was the one human (or so he thought) that he felt safe fucking in his beast form.

Ashwynn's first orgasm struck her unaware, a lightning bolt of pleasure that accentuated the torrent of ecstasy.  She screeched as the shockwave exploded from within, but still she pistoned her hips back rhythmically.  One orgasm would not be enough for her.  Her banshee-like screams were punctuated by his howls -- a bystander outside the bar might have thought there was a battle to the death occurring.  Ashwynn leaned back, resting against Jack's chest as he wrapped his burly fur-covered arms around her.  Even standing straight up, her head barely reached his neck, with him nuzzling her hair.

The lycan reached down with one hand, scooping up Ash's right leg as he lifted her off the ground.  Ash could only reach back and grab Jack's mane as he began to piston her on his cock like an engine.  A second orgasm roared through her as he bounced her up and down.  One of his massive arms wrapped around her, gripping one of her large magnificent breasts.  He squeezed tightly, so much that Ashwynn was worried that he was gonna rip it off.  Of course there was no danger as Jack was still in control, though bestial as he was.

Her breaths ragged, she turned upwards, looking at the growling visage of Greyfur.  "You're going to give my back rug burn at this rate," she joked, "Fuck, you're hitting all the right places!"  With a long flick of his canine tongue, he licked her face, causing her to laugh in reply.  "Ugh, I hate it when you do that," she noted in reply.  "Makes me feel like I'm fucking a dog..." (which she said with experience given a few run-ins with hellhounds).

Just as her second orgasm subsided, a third took its place.  Perhaps it was the fact that she had not been properly fucked since she broke up with Lucius, but her body was rapidly making up for lost time.  For a moment Ashwynn saw stars, screaming in rapture.  Jack himself could feel him getting close, his balls churning in expectation.  He picked up his speed, sending Ash's limbs flailing with each thrust.  She bounded up and down on his shaft like a ragdoll, juices spittling out with each thrash.

"Shit!" she shouted at him.  "I bet Bianca doesn't let you fuck her like this!"  He growled in agreement and annoyance.  That prissy little vampire always wanted it the same way, missionary and face to face.  It got tiresome and a bit boring after awhile -- completely unlike sex with Ashwynn.  The fiery redhead dynamo was an unabashed sex fiend, her wild visage driving his lust.  "And I bet Lyra --"  Her words were cut off by a particularly forceful thrust, as if Greyfur was warning her.  "Ahh!  Don't act like you haven't--"

With one steely claw Greyfur wrapped his fist around Ashwynn's neck, squeezing the voice out of her.  Instinctively her hands went to his grip, but his grasp was too strong to try to wrench free.  He roared as she struggled, his other arm wrapping around her waist tightly.  Ashwynn's mind raced initially, as she was in a very deadly position.  Here she was, defenseless and at the mercy of a powerful beast.  It was extremely erotic, if not a bit dangerous.  She decided to trust that Jack would keep control, though she wasn't going to fight the instinct to struggle.

Now unfettered, Jack took control.  With reckless abandon he battered his cock into her, the massive tool stretching her out.  Her clit throbbed as he slid by, sending electricity down her toes.  She wanted to scream, to spur him on, to shout his praises -- but she could not.  All she could do was hang onto his fur and ride each wave of pleasure as it washed over her.

Jack pummeled away with feral speed, the sounds of fur on flesh echoing throughout the bar.  Ashwynn's tits flopped around, slapping against one another with a satisfying smack.  The sensation of his climax approaching only drove the beast within further.  He was wielding her as a mere plaything, a toy to be fucked.  The cum in his balls seethed and swirled, needing release.

It finally came.  With a resounding howl that resonated the streets of Empire City, Greyfur came.  The seed boiled out of his heavy balls, barreling down his massive dick.  A flood of cum spilled into Ashwynn, coating her insides.  As Jack came, he speared against Ashwynn, filling her completely.  His grip on her throat relented, as she drew in a big breath of air -- before bellowing with all of the force her lungs could muster.  She came hard, her muscles clenching down on Greyfur.  Her fifth?  Sixth?  She had lost count of orgasms amongst the haze of near-asphyxiation.  Her massive breasts heaved as she relished the feeling of cum sloshing around inside of her.

With an audible *pop* Greyfur pulled himself out of Ashwynn and let her slowly to the ground.  She looked down and watched white cum spilling out of her pussy obscenely, down her legs and into her boots (which had remained on throughout the ordeal).  She could feel cum squishing and squelching between her toes.  She nearly sagged to her knees, exhausted as she was, but managed to remain standing.

"Well," she noted, breath still ragged, "that was something else."  She looked back at Greyfur with a smirk, feigning annoyance.  "Thought you were gonna strangle me for a second."

The lycan only growled as he slowly backed away from Ashwynn, his transformation beginning.  Leaning against a wall, the grizzled man steadied himself as shrunk in size.  The fur across his body faded (for the most part, as Jack was a relatively hairy man) and his claws calmed to his old chiseled hands.  The old face was back after a moment, looking tired and weary.  "Sorry, lass.  Didn't mean to get too rough on ya there.  It's been awhile, as you can tell."

"Same here," replied Ashwynn with a smile as she straightened up.  As she stood there confidently, her big tits glistening with sweat, cum leaking out of her already tightening cunt (a blessing of her heritage) and with those piercing green eyes...Jack could feel his cock twitching again.  "I guess we should get to cleaning..."

"Erm, yes," the old lycan replied.  There was something about Ashwynn that made him feel like a young wolf again.  "Cleaning...I can think of something you can clean..."  His eyes twinkled as Ashwynn saw that he was getting hard again.

Ashwynn grinned as she felt her pussy tingle.