Wolf Blade: Chains of the Vampire

by Marco Frazetta

  “Evil. That is what you think I am, isn’t it?”

  “You flay minds and trade them like gold. You create creatures out of stray body parts.”

  “All those I experiment on were either sentenced to death already or were on the brink of death from other causes: disease, injuries, insanity. When One Eye was handed over by the Imperials, two organs were ruptured and nine bones broken from torture.”

  “And this makes it alright to use them like a carpenter uses wood?”

  For a moment her face almost seemed a woman’s, with a heart that could feel heavy. “Perhaps I am. But do not I, even a creature of darkness, not deserve to know whether I truly am evil or good?”

  She handed me a goblet. I took it in hand. “Do with your knowledge of good or evil what you will.”

  I gazed down at the deep red drink. “All I want is to keep my life, and to regain my friend’s.”

  “Good. You will have these things. But we cannot if you do not trust me. Drink.”

  “This is strong drink.” It burned in my throat.

  “Yes, it lifts the spirit. Relieves our burdens for a time.”

  I felt a sense of calm euphoria wash over me as she ran her hands along my shoulders. I tossed the goblet aside. Its clatter sounded faint and distant as a happy grogginess filled me. “What must I do next?”

  “You must let me completely into your mind, Rothan. You will keep it, but I must still hand a clone of all your memories, all your faculties, to the Empire or they will ask many questions.”

  Saying this she reached up to kiss me. I backed away. “I don’t understand. My seed you have already. There must be another way to extract my mind…”

  “There is. The way I always do it. But it takes much longer…” Her hand brushed the clasp on her robe, and the robe, black and soft as sin, slid off her, brushing her finely sculpted ivory shoulders. She wore a bodice of unique design, as it rose up enough along her torso that it covered the lower half of her breasts with a soft fur lining. She wore a gem on a necklace that hung above her vast cleavage. The rest of her bodice as well as her undergarment and leggings were made of black leather and fine lace adornments. “Yes, it takes much longer… and honestly Rothan…” She traced the curves of her hips upward until her hands came to the two mounds of her breasts, pillowing them together so that they swelled like the sea at high tide. “We both would much rather do it this way.”

  “Speak for yourself,” I stuttered drunkenly.

  “We need not hide what we feel.” Her cold hands brushed my arms. “You must think me rather forward, Rothan Wolf Blade, but you are no stranger to me. I know you all too well.”

  “We’ve known each other barely a day.”

  “I have known you through One Eye’s memories of you. I have known you through probing your mind. I have seen your virtues, and your flaws. I have felt you in many ways, including our pleasure last night.”

  “That was not of my own will.”

  “Is that why you were rock hard? Is that why you are hard now?”

  I didn’t have to look down to know that she spoke the truth. “I… I am bound. You can force your will upon me.”

  “I see.” Her long fingers pulled at the soft fur lining of her bodice. It slid along her breasts and they came spilling free, nearly reaching down to her belly, but firm as any flesh I had ever seen. She came forward, her tits swaying under their own weight, taking predatory strides until I was backed up against a tall dresser. Her two arms pressed against the lacquered wood on either side of me, holding me in place unless I forced myself free. “So what I am doing now,” she said as she began running her lips along my neck, down my chest, back up to my ear where she began nibbling at it, “is a torture.” Her cold breath swirled into my ear and made my whole body shiver. “You helpless thing.” When one of her hands reached down and grabbed my manhood, I trembled and sidestepped out of her grip.

  She turned to face me, amused. “Why, I did not think the great Wolf Blade would be so shy!” Her laugh made the hair on my neck stand. She stepped to me, gripped the chain that bound my wrists and pulled me toward the bed. Her breasts rocked as pendulums, heavy as milk white wineskins. She reclined back on the bed, and it sagged slightly under her weight. Still holding me close to her by holding onto my chain. One of her hands began playing with her large gray nipples, and they began hardening. She slipped her other arm between my body and the chain and began touching her sex. She parted her undergarment enough that her fingers slid all along her wet folds, digging into glistening crevices that were half hidden by her lingerie. I could not take my eyes off of her. A heat was building in my body as I watched her playing with herself, as I saw her dampness growing, her scent overwhelming my nostrils.

  “Well, I think I have tormented you enough.” With a flick of her long nails and the spark of magic, the manacles fell of my wrists and clattered to the ground. I was completely free of the chains. “Go, return to your chamber.” She reclined back on the bed and went on touching herself. “I’ll take care of myself.” Her shuddering giggles were full of mirth as her hips rose and fell rhythmically in response to her growing self-pleasure.

  “What… I…” I did not know what to do. I was standing there, my shaft harder than steel.

  “Go!” Her eyes half closed. Her lower back arched and her mouth parted. “Be gone from my presence.”

  Then, suddenly my eyes narrowed. “You witch! You mock me!” I pounced on her. Her laughter resounded in the room. We kissed then, her mouth a piercing cold fire. My hands explored her sharp curves. Her flesh was cold, but I found that strangely pleasant. It was simply cool to the touch. Yet, it was of such a fine texture that the sensation of caressing her thighs, her waist was enough to stir a frenzy in me. As I fondled her breasts, my hands nearly became lost in them as the tender flesh gave in to my digging fingers. My lips closed around her hard nipples, and I tugged and sucked at them, each breast having enough flesh to fill my mouth many times over. She gave little stifled moans of pleasure as I alternated between either tit, fondling them and suckling them.

  “I can see how much you dislike my torturing you. I’ve held you prisoner, taken your honor, kept you in a room like a pet. Are you going to get your revenge now? Will you punish me, my wolf? I think I need to be punished.” Her ruby, lustful smile was maddening. I picked my broken chain off the ground and wrapped it around her wrists—where the thought came to me, I did not know. The chain was short and had to hold her wrists together tight against each other. “Punish me! Punish me for all my dark deeds. Oh I have done so many.”

  I grabbed her legs and spread them. My hand reached down to her undergarment and I ripped it right off. I had to push my shaft down, as it was so engorged, rippled with veins and already dripping with seed, that it rose straight into the air. I plunged my swollen cock into her like I was skewering a marlin with it. I stood there at the edge of the bed, my hands holding her ankles tight, holding them wide, and pumping into her again and again. Her lips were white as snow and her folds wrapped tight around my cock as it railed into her, each impact of our hips sending a sensuous wet smack into the air.

  “Ohhh!” She squealed as she thrust her head back, some of her raven locks beginning to come loose from her crown. “I deserve it, Lord Wolf! I deserve all of this punishment.” An ecstatic smile spread on her face as she panted. “Punish me. I’ve sinned so much. I have done terrible—oaaahh!!!” Shuddering, mewling gasps broke her words as I truly pushed deep into her. Her inner walls were more ribbed than any woman’s and sent a frenzy off sensation into me that was near overwhelming so that my jaw clenched. Her folds were so wet, the liquid so thick that it was making a sloshing sound as I drove in and out of her. “Mmmnngh!” she sharply moaned as I pierced her with two long, slow, curved thrusts. Then I slid out of her and picked her up.

  “Oh, but where are you taking me, my Lord Wolf?”

  “To jail,” I said and laughed as I played along with her game, whatever it was.


  “Oh no, what a horrid place it will be.” I stood her up, loosed her chained wrist, then bound them again, this time around the bed post so that her arms were raised above her head. “But in jail I’m at my jailer’s mercy.”

  “Now you know what it feels like.” I grabbed her ass, my hands digging into the firm flesh. I scooped her hips up as if we were Sarathean acrobats, draped her legs over my shoulders so my face was right before her hairless, slitted mound. I held her aloft with ease, and my lips spread on her sex. Her sex lips were long, thin, pungent flesh. I began running my tongue on them as if they were a salty, coppery feast. “Oh! My jailer tortures me! Someone! Mmmmh! Help!” Her voice broke with gasps of delight. “The wolf man is eating me!” Against her milk white skin her inner pink folds looked nearly cherry red. My tongue found the bud of her climax and I began flickering rhythmically. “Oh! My wolf! Hmmm—ahh!!!” She quivered. Her legs flexed, near crushing my head between them—my ears hot as they were crushed by her smooth thigh flesh—and her toes curled as she writhed in a mixture of helplessness and ecstacy.

  I lowered her so that she stood again, gave her chains some slack. I pressed her down into a crouch, onto her knees, held her head in place. “Now you have to do the same to me.”

  I brought the tip of my manhood to her mouth. She wrapped the ruby lips around it and slurped me in. She sucked and lapped her tongue all over my shaft as I ran my hand along her loosening hair, brushing it back so that I could watch as her sharp features worked on my manhood. Then I gripped her by the cold metal of her crown and drove her head down onto my shaft. I felt my cock push against her throat and she made a slurping choked sound. She glanced up at me, and just as I thought her utter self control would be broken, she only grinned even though my cock was still half buried in her mouth. This must be the very goddess of lust… I drew my shaft out of her, a small trail of wetness curving through the air between us. I took her breasts in my hands, squeezed them around my cock while she went on running her mouth up and down on it. I began to feel the slicing tickle along my loins of a coming climax. She bobbed her head up and down furiously. I had not anticipated the sudden rush that her tits on my cock would blast through me. “Tiloshar… you’re making me… ungh!!!” I felt hot seed burst out of me. Her lips gaped open as I spilled my thick milk all over her mouth, her neck, the top of her breasts. My legs almost gave out under me as such sweet tremors ran through me. My cock seemed a wild snake as it spurted.

  I had left glistening white seed all over her. She smiled wide. I slid down next to her and unchained her wrists. We both panted next to one another, catching our breaths.

  “My, what a mess we’ve made,” she said with a smile. She slid her fingers all over herself, drenching them in what seed of mine remained, and then licked her fingers clean. As I stared at her I felt the drunkenness expanding my skull, making all around me more surreal than it already was. She stroked some hair from my face and gave me a wet kiss on my neck. “Well we have merged our mental fields now. I’ll prepare the Idochron gem to absorb your mind. Don’t worry. With this method you will retain all your faculties, all your memories.” She took the triangular gem on her necklace and held it to her forehead. She brought her face closer to me. The gem began to glow a deep violet and she furrowed her brow. She closed her eyes for a long moment, and then I joined her in this. There was a mellow warmth coming from the gem between us. “Strange, we are not synching. Your mind is not opening. Not entirely.” She held the gem in her hands and fiddled with it in confusion.

  My mind still turned to the wild experience moments before, and I drunkenly spoke. “I have never been with a woman that way…”

  “What way, my dear wolf?”

  “With chains, and… games of make believe. It all seems... strange.”

  “You seemed to rather enjoy it.”

  “I cannot deny that.” My eyes turned to her hands. “Tiloshar, you wear so many rings… even on your wedding finger.” The thought that I had just bedded another man’s wife disturbed me.

  “They may mean societal bonds to you, but to me all they mean is power.”

  “Power?”

  “Yes, each ring gives me a power or magnifies one I already have. This one,” she pointed to a silver one with a pearl, “allows me the power of flight. This one allows me the power to conjure elementals. This one allows me to take the form of a harpy. This here is my shield ring from arcane blasts. This other allows me to stay psychically linked with another being—Oh!” she yelped in surprise. “But you’re still hard as a diamond!”

  I looked down and saw she was right. “I… perhaps it was… everything was so new… It’s nothing.”

  “It makes sense.” She pulled a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “There are two of you. That is why though our energy fields have merged through love making, your mind field does not open up completely to me and the gem.”

  “Two of me, what do you mean?”

  “I mean, there is Rothan the man, and Rothan the beast. I must merge with him too.”

  “My Fenrir self? You want me to…” My eyes rounded. “No! I can’t!”

  “You can. You must.” She hooked a finger under my chin, slowly stood and raised me with her. She guided me toward the bed, made me recline into the soft mattress, the silk sheets nearly swallowing me in their smoothness. “And deep down… you want to.” She straddled me as I lay there, her breasts heavy as their weight carried them down to envelope my ribs.

  “No, Tiloshar, you musn’t.”

  She held my cock in place as she squatted down on it. Her folds enveloped me again and I had to grip fistfuls of the silk sheets to keep myself from whimpering at the sensation of her inner ridges swirling all around me once more. Her fingers dug into my chest for balance as she rocked her hips back and forth on me. The sight of her long legs draped over me, her inner thighs bulging in tufts of flesh as it was squeezed on one side by her stockings and on another by my hips, her swinging breasts—gods, I could have watched that forever. She was too much, too forceful, too sensational. I felt the climax in me already building. She rode me rhythmically, switched from rocking back and forth to up and down. She struggled to speak as she bounced. “Bring him out…. Rothan—Mmmn! Bring your beast out.”

  “It’ll be too much,” I grunted. “You don’t understand how strong he is.”

  “You forget, I am not a mortal woman like the ones you bed.” She sat up, letting her head droop back as she sighed with pleasure. Her ribs expanded, nearly visible as she arched back. The sight of her giant breasts flopping up and down on her torso, the sound of them smacking against her chest as she came down on me—it was driving me wild. I would soon lose all control of myself. She shut her eyes and did her best to concentrate and speak. “My body is as strong as yours. You cannot break me.”

  “You don’t know…” I panted out, “what you ask.”

  “I—” Her voice broke in a high pitch squeal of delight. “I do!” She came down on me, her torso pressing down on mine, her huge breasts squishing against my chest and her fangs stabbing into my neck. That was it. The fangs. They were painful, crushingly sweet, a rush of sharp ecstasy coursing through my body. They connected with my arteries. The burning sharpness of her fangs digging into my neck, mixed with our growing ecstasy, it all triggered something in me.

  My eyes blazed wide and I snarled. My torso shot up, reversing our positions and pinning her back on the bed. “You want this…” I felt fangs growing in my mouth. My limbs swelled with strength, and so did my manhood. Fur sprang all over me and I took my Fenrir form. The great thirst of the wild was upon me. “Then have it!”

  “Go on,” her eyes blazed with challenge. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in her red irises: my terrifying, snarling face. “Have me, have me Rothan the Fenrir!”

  With a guttural snarl, I spread her legs and plunged into her. Her folds spread wide, stretching to their limit as my cock burrowed its way inside her. “Haaawgh—Ah! Ah! Ahh!” Her cries matched the
crazed rhythm of my whole body working frantically to dig my shaft into her. “Yes—ohhh, fuuuuck!” She gasped, her face turning aside as her elegant features contorted in a grimacing ecstasy. In this form my ears picked up the very pumping of our veins, and so I clearly heard the power of a queen gone from her voice, replaced now with the overwhelmed cries of a wench being fucked by a grown man for the first time. “Yesss! Ahhh—ah!—ah! Take me as you like!”

  I began wildly crushing her ivory hips, the slamming sounds of flesh clamoring in the chamber. My very toes flexed to let every inch of me slide into her. My clawed hands clenched her long thighs as I pumped, the fabric of her stockings shredding in my frenzy. It was madness to be in this form with a woman, like a fevered dream, but I became lost in its pleasure.

  “Like this now,” I growled. I snatched a long leg, turned her over so that her milky white ass faced me, her knees digging into the crumpled red silk of the bed. I took hold of her long narrow waist and rammed my pulsing cock into her pink folds.

  “My wolf, my—ahhh!” Her voice broke as I began thrusting in a wild frenzy. I took her arms in my hands and pulled them back while I went on plunging in and out of her. Her moans and the scent of our fluids filled the room and mixed with her perfumes. I let go of her arms and fondled her flopping breasts. They were so full, so tender that I felt at any moment they would begin gushing sweet milk.

  My hand snatched a clump of her hair. Her elaborate hair decoration went flying off as I pulled on her locks. I was nearly a charioteer as I pulled, arching her back taut as a bow. My hips smashed into hers, and I watched her whole body ripple with the constant impacts. She had to dig her clawed hands into the bed to keep her shoulders upright. The bed creaked, groaned under the pressure, and with a loud snap one of the legs splintered off. In our mad lust we barely noticed. On any other woman I would have shattered bones with this fury, but on her I could unleash all my pent up frustrations, the torture of the past weeks, the isolation, the loneliness, the helplessness, the desire, the desperation.