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The full moon shone brightly above the spires of the college, black against a navy, cloudless night sky. Stars wheeled like fireflies in the expanse. Valla watched the moon as it marched its way across the twinkling field, the grey furred bat's sensitive ears twitching. The cool autumn breeze blew across the roof of the college's great hall, moaning softly across the eaves. His arms were folded lightly across his back as he stared up at the sky. Footsteps, gentle with stealth, echoed in the wind like faint percussion to its moan.

"Did you really think I didn't know who you are?" Valla said, apparently to the starry sky. The footsteps stopped cold. "You hunters are all the same. You think yourselves incognito, untraceable. But to me-" the bat turned slowly to face the maker of those footsteps, his pale eyes coming to rest on the skunk, as white and cold as winter's first snow. "-to me, you all burn brighter than the sun. How many fledglings have you killed, hunter? How many of us have you put to the stake, to the flame, with the teachings of your mouldy tomes and grimoires?"

The skunk watched the bat warily, his hands tight around the silver handle of his stake, the white oak shaft leveled and ready. Its point gleamed like broken bone in the moonlight. His jaw was tight, his body tense to react to an attack. The attack, however, never came. The bat gestured with one hand, a dismissive wave. "Nothing to say? No threats to lob at me? Curious. I suppose even after centuries, you hunters can still muster a meager surprise now and then."

Valla looked back toward the moon, and the wind blew, ruffling the thick steel colored fur around his neck and face. The bat sighed. "How many of your kind must I encounter? How many of you must I kill to find the peace I so desire? You hunters are like weeds. I slay one of you, and three more emerge from your hiding places to replace him. I daresay my kill count is far higher than yours." Valla allowed himself the smallest of smirks, a mere twitch of whiskers, a gleam of white fang in the moonlight.

"Never mind about that," the bat continued, turning his gaze back to the waiting hunter with his stake and readied silver. "You see, I am growing tired. Tired of hiding. Tired of being hunted. Every time I find a place of peace, of quiet, that I so desperately desire, one of your kind arrives to ruin it for me. Whom have I harmed here? Tell me. Or are you simply the sort, ever vigilant for creatures of the night, who caught wind of me and made it your 'sacred duty' to expunge my villainy from your world?"

"No vampire shall walk this earth unimpeded, so long as the Council stands in opposition!" the skunk spouted, his voice resonant with conviction. He gripped his stake tighter, crouching into a battle stance.

Valla laughed, and the wind blew cold around the skunk, fluttering the long back of his coat, nearly taking the wide-brimmed hat from his head. "So it is the latter, I see. Have you the slightest inkling of how tiresome you hunters are? You are like the biting flies that linger about horses. As hungry for blood and death as we, yet ever so much more savage," the vampire smiled slowly, "and fragile."

The skunk waited no longer. He lunged, his stake thrust before him like the dagger it resembled. The bat vanished in a puff of black vapor. Valla reappeared behind the skunk. "Predictable."

"How about this?" the skunk retorted, his left hand whipping behind him, from beneath his coat. The silver crossbow gleamed in the moonlight, the bolt with its silver tip, its white oak shaft tearing free with a clattering thunk of mechanisms. Valla was gone before the bolt cleared the housing, the projectile slamming into the roof tiles harmlessly.

"Admirable attempt," Valla's voice drifted down to the skunk's ears, and the hunter looked up, following its sound. Valla was perched on the side of one of the spires, clinging with claws, looking for all the world like one of the spire's gargoyles. "But did you believe you were the first hunter to brandish a crossbow at me?"

The vampire vanished, reappearing directly in front of the skunk. His claws lashed out before the hunter could react, twisting the holy stake from his grip with an effortless twist. It skittered across the roof, over the edge and into the night. "I asked you before, Council Hunter Conlin, how many fledglings have you killed? Five? Ten? You clearly have some confidence in hunting my kind. However, you have never encountered an Elder before."

The skunk struggled, his free hand whipping to his belt. He snapped a vial of holy oil from its holder, the fragile glass shattering as the skunk slung his fingers toward Valla's face. The vampire was gone before the first droplets of oil and hunter blood sprayed into the autumn air. The hunter gripped his wrist, shaking the life back into it where the vampire's immense strength had constricted the blood from his fingers.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, casting around for the vampire. Valla was standing on the edge of the roof, where he had originally been. Conlin stared, the grey bat framed against the black sky and its myriad of stars.

"It's simple, really," Valla answered. "Because I am an Elder. I know your thoughts as easily as I read a tome. All of them." the vampire grinned, his fangs glistening like shards of ice, pale and deadly. "I know how hot your blood runs at the sight of me, hunter. I was wrong before, I must admit. Some of you hunters can surprise me, more than a little, even after all these years."

"What are you talking about?" Conlin panted, the skunk leveling his crossbow, freshly reloaded. "Don't try and confuse me with your lies, beast. You must have heard of my hunts nearby. Of the vermin I exterminated on my way here to deal with you!"

"Believe what you will," the vampire chuckled, waving the words away, "what you must, to obfuscate your desires. I know the truth of it, Conlin."

The skunk made the mistake of blinking, and Valla was suddenly directly in front of him. Conlin flinched, expecting pain, expecting death, but instead he felt cool fingers brush along his cheek in a bizarrely intimate gesture. The bat's face was not far from his own, the vampire taller than Conlin, and looking down at him. The skunk stared up at Valla, his gaze drawn into the vampire's pale eyes. "Oh how your heart beats, hunter. I hear it rushing with the cadence of a crazed horse, fleeing the wolves." Valla canted his head to one side, his expression playfully quizzical. "Or...perhaps it is not fear that sets your blood to race so madly...?"

Conlin swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. He was staring at Valla, as transfixed as a beetle upon a display board. "Get...get away..." he managed, his mouth working at the words as though they stuck to his teeth like caramel. His mind was whirling, thoughts speeding about his skull like bullets. Unholy thoughts, but were they his own, or some product of the vampire's seduction?

"Now now, no need to be rude," Valla answered, his cold hands moving down the skunk's cheeks. The light touch of his claws opened shallow cuts in Conlin's skin at either side of his jawbones. Blood welled scarlet against the dark fur there and Valla leaned forward, his tongue, his mouth, gently nuzzling at the cuts, tasting the hunter. Conlin moaned. His heart hammered his ribs like a rabid beast. He was expecting the fangs any moment, he knew that any second his lifeblood was going to be flowing into the monster currently nuzzling him like a lover. Somewhere, deep in the skunk's gut, a perverse thrill twisted and writhed. The fangs, however, never came.

Valla drew back, the vampire licking his lips with a pink tongue stained redder with Conlin's blood. His icy-pale eyes bled red as Conlin stared at him, trembling. Vaguely, he knew his blood should have been poison to the vampire, at least enough to make him sick, weaken him. The Council's consecration rituals were supposed to make his blood revolting to vampires. Valla, however, seemed to be savoring it as though it were a rich, fine wine.

"H-how...?" Conlin whispered. The skunk swallowed again, feeling the vague tickle of his own blood dripping down his neck.

"You hunters and your rituals," the vampire chuckled. "You are but babes, playing at the games of creatures you cannot comprehend, let alone hope to exterminate. Consecration may be poison to fledglings, but to me, to an Elder? Simply spice upon the meal."

Fear crept into Conlin's heart like the squirming of parasites. He trembled, but still deep in his gut, in his groin, that perverse, unholy thrill still wriggled even more intensely. Valla swept his hands down the skunk's body, and Conlin felt his clothing fall aside in strips and tatters. Rent by the vampire's claws, the skunk's leathers, his armor, his tools, everything fell to the rooftiles with a clatter. Conlin felt the autumn night's cool air blow around his naked fur, caressing his manhood. He knew he was erect without looking. He could feel the pounding throb in his shaft, the cadence of his frantic heart making his cock twitch erratically in the air between himself and the vampire.

Valla examined the naked hunter, his expression blank, but his eyes devoured the hunter hungrily with crimson desire. His hand dipped, below the skunk's eager cock, to grasp the skunk's fear and cold tightened testicles. Conlin jerked, his head dipping to look down at the monster's clawed hand around his manhood. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he saw the damning hardness of his prick, the glisten of fluid at its turgid head.

"You are handsome, Hunter," Valla whispered, his fingers rolling, fondling, jostling the skunk's balls about in his sack. "Perhaps had I not had my own balls cut from my loins by silver, wielded by your brethren, so long ago, I might have given you a night of unimaginable pleasure."

The vampire's body moved so fast that Conlin didn't see it as much as sensed it. It took a full five seconds for the sudden, gut-wrenching agony to register in his befuddled brain, the skunk retching as his balls suddenly sent nausea and pain crashing through him. His legs, weakened, gave, and he dropped to his knees, his paws reflexively grabbing his testicles. They were still there, he discovered, relieved, but the vampire had struck him a blow that left his world spinning in that uniquely male agony.

"Since I cannot," the vampire spoke, looming over Conlin with his hands on his shoulders, holding him upright, "Instead, I shall make an example of you. I tire of killing your kind. It only inflames the zeal of your brothers. Instead, little hunter, I shall make of you a warning. To kindle fear, respect, among your Council, and to perhaps, grant me a little PEACE!"

The vampire's voice grew savage, the shout accompanied by Conlin being lifted bodily, as a ragdoll, into the air. Valla struck his balls again, the blow crushing his testicles against his pelvis so hard he felt his bones shake even as his testicles barely survived the brutal blow. Conlin yelped, the skunk squirming in the vampire's grip, his hands wrapped around the arm that held him aloft. It was hard as iron, unyielding. He struggled to breathe, even as his guts churned with nausea. His cock, with its proud curve, jostled and bounced still stubbornly erect.

"P-please...n-not my...not my balls!" Conlin rasped, his eyes scouring the vampire's furious visage for any sign of mercy.

"I shall show to you all the mercy your brothers showed to me!" The vampire snarled, seizing Conlin's furry nuts in a crushing squeeze. The skunk felt his orbs bulge, the vampire's fingers digging into their sphere like iron bands. He felt things in them breaking, damaged, his instincts screaming at him to protect his virility. He was helpless, however. No matter how he squirmed, how his feet stretched for ground too far below, he couldn't fight back. Valla's grip shifted, catching his right nut alone now. The skunk squealed as the vampire rolled it between his fingers like a grape, Conlin's traitorous cock bouncing, throbbing as the vampire massacred his manhood.

"Gods! Mercy! Please, mercy!" Conlin howled, his testicles feeling as though they were being torn out of his sack by the avenging vampire. His legs trembled and shook, all of his training and discipline forgotten. Valla smiled smugly up at the skunk, casually switching to Conlin's left nut and giving it the same squashing squeeze. Conlin retched, drooling as the nausea tore at his guts.

"I told you before, hunter," Valla chuckled, knuckling the skunk's orb between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the skunk's mewls of agony with each squeeze. "I will show you the mercy that was shown to me. Which is that you will leave here alive." Valla turned his hand over, cradling the skunk's testicles in his palm and giving them a few upward slaps. Conlin jerked with each blow. "These, however..." the vampire threatened, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Valla lowered the skunk, letting his feet touch the roof slates. Conlin's legs struggled to bear his weight, his knees knocked together as he tried to protect his balls from the vampire with his thighs. It was futile; the vampire slammed his knee into the skunk's balls, once, twice, three times. Conlin gurgled, crosseyed as the monster softened his nuts more and more with every blow. He could feel them weakening, their protective sturdiness dwindling. Already they felt mostly scrambled, their innards feeling like loose jelly to the helpless skunk.

The vampire paused, staring between Conlin's legs. The skunk's cock was steely hard, leaking, its uncut head fully exposed from within his foreskin with his rigidity. The vampire took hold of it exploratively, stroking the throbbing length slowly. Conlin whimpered.

"Please...oh gods...my balls....my baaaallllsss!" he moaned, though the touch on his prick made his voice catch in his throat. Valla stroked the skunk's cock a few times, watching his foreskin slide back and forth across the swollen head of his prick. He slipped his clawed index finger under the sensitive sleeve and circled his fingertip around the skunk's cockhead. Conlin groaned, shaking, his legs weakening even more as the vampire teased his penis. Valla smirked as he felt it twitch, the smooth, warm skin slick with the skunk's leaking precum. Conlin gasped as the vampire tickled his claw across his slit, the vampire's cold hands adding another layer of uncomfortable pleasure to the torment.

"I admit, you have managed to surprise me again, little hunter," the vampire chuckled, pulling his finger from beneath the skunk's foreskin, seeing his gray fur wet and slick with pre. "I never would have expected your dark fantasies to persist into reality quite so faithfully..."

WHAM!

Valla's fist crashed into Conlin's balls like a sledgehammer. The skunk gasped, frozen, as his brutalized testicles trembled and deformed around the vampire's knuckles. Somehow, however, Conlin remained an intact male by some stroke of luck. Valla let the skunk crumble to the roof tiles, standing over him. Conlin's scrotum was swollen and bruised, his orbs misshapen, but unruptured. The skunk lay groaning, so beaten and weak that he couldn't even hold his testicles. As Conlin lay there, his prick jutting up like a spire, Valla's clawed hands went to his own belt. The vampire's fine professor's attire, his vest, his slacks, the embroidered coat, each in turn were laid, neatly folded, upon the roof tiles. Conlin whimpered, staring up at the now naked vampire.

Valla was fit, a wiry build accentuated pleasantly by muscle and distinguished silver fur. The bat's cock was nicely large, but it hung over a distressing, ragged pink scar where his balls should have been. The vampire lifted his flaccid cock, looking at it sadly, and showing the hunter the scar where Conlin's compatriots had cut the vampire's balls away with silver. "Eternity as a eunuch," the vampire sighed. "Me, a creature of unimaginable sensation and need, deprived of the assets of a man."

The vampire took a step forward. "Without my balls, my prick doesn't respond to even the most talented mouths and hands. No matter how much blood I drink, not even the slightest swelling. Without the masculinity conferred by my testicles, my cock is deader than I am." the vampire laughed bitterly. "However, there are other ways for me to enjoy myself..."

As he spoke, Valla walked forward until he was standing over Conlin. He straddled the skunk's head, facing his feet, and without so much as a warning, he sat on the hunter's muzzle. Conlin grunted, jerking weakly as the vampire's ass dropped onto his nose. Valla's taut, strong rump and thighs enveloped him in musky darkness, the monster's unique muskiness flooding the skunk's senses. His cool, puckered hole pressed to Conlin's lips, and the vampire leaned forward, threateningly prodding the skunk's balls.

"Lick, little hunter, or I will end your manhood right here and now," Valla threatened, a snicker escaping him as he saw Conlin's cock twitch violently, a spurt of precum oozing down his shaft. He smiled as he felt the skunk's hot, wet tongue slurp timidly against his pucker. A thrill tickled the vampire. "That's it, keep going," he purred.

Conlin, trapped, nearly castrated and helpless, found his snout burying a little more eagerly into the vampire's ass. His tongue caressed the wrinkled hole, swirling around it. He could taste Valla, the vampire's hole clean but musky and unique in his flavor. The hunter found his impure fantasies rising even faster, his heart pounding with gut churning excitement. Valla rocked, grinding his pucker over the skunk's lips, his slurping tongue. Conlin's trembling paws gripped the vampire's rump weakly, holding his cheeks as he dug his tongue into the vampire's crack. The vampire moaned. "Mmmmph...gods, you do know what you're doing, don't you?" he chuckled, gently tugging at his flaccid prick with one hand. He was still soft, but the pleasure of touching his cock was still pleasantly present. As he masturbated himself, he watched Conlin's cock jerk and flex, the skunk's hips weakly humping the air. He saw him flinch and halt, however, when his nearly-crushed testicles bumped against the roof tiles. Despite the gut curdling agony, Valla noticed the skunk's prick didn't dwindle so much as a centimeter.

The vampire leaned forward a little, reaching out to take the skunk's plump cock in his hand. The hunter was nicely endowed, his shaft fat and decently long. Valla stroked its length up and down, watching the hunter's foreskin slide and stretch over his shaft. Conlin wormed his tongue into Valla's ass and the vampire grunted, his flaccid cock giving a small flex as the pleasure warmed him.

The skunk was caught in a vortex of his own perverted desires and shame thereof. He was a consecrated Sunborn Council hunter, and yet his cock was hard as iron at rimming the monster that had as good as castrated him. "What am I doing...if the council knew..." Conlin thought, his face brightly red under the vampire's ass. But the taste of the monster's hole, the scent of his musk, it tantalized the skunk in ways that no mortal man ever had. The forbidden nature of the act he was performing only sharpened the skunk's amoral lust. His weakened paws spread Valla's cheeks, and he drilled his tongue hungrily into the vampire's pucker. He slurped and slobbered, drooling over the bat's backside like a dog over a juicy bone. He felt that hole clench around his tongue, the wrinkled orifice flexing as the skunk pleasured it.

Valla panted, the vampire pumping the skunk's prick steadily for a few moments. He then began to play with Conlin's foreskin. He remembered the way he reacted before, and began to tug and roll the skunk's sleeve of sensitive skin between his fingers. He pulled it up away from his head, seeing how far the supple skin would stretch. Conlin moaned, his breath pouring over the vampire's cool hole. It made Valla's skin prickle with pleasure. He tweaked Conlin's foreskin between his fingers, rolling it against the sensitive frenulum within. The skunk squirmed, and Valla felt that breath quickening. It was clear to him that the skunk appreciated the handling of his foreskin. Valla chuckled. "You enjoy that, hmm?" he laughed, tug-tugging that silky, warm skin back and forth across Conlin's cockhead. Almost in answer, the skunk gasped, sucking a lungful of vampire musk. His cock jerked; Conlin letting out a piteous groan as his half-destroyed balls churned and tightened. It made his guts ache, roiling with nausea, but the orgasm rose and blossomed despite it. The skunk bucked once, before a thick, pinkish blob of blood-tinged cum belched from the tip of his prick.

Valla watched, grinning toothily as the skunk flooded his stretched foreskin with seed. He stared as the skunk's cock jerked and pulsed, pumping out the drooling load of tainted seed. The skunk squirmed, the agony and the pleasure making his body shake and tremble. His tormented testicles squirmed in his sack, protesting at the ejaculation following their abuse. Still, the skunk came copiously, coating his cock and crotch in sticky pink spunk.

"Ah, I think I know what I'm going to do to you, little hunter," the vampire murmured ominously. "You see, I had every intention of crushing your balls to mush as the warning to your brothers. However..." the vampire smiled as he stood up, taking his ass away from the skunk. He looked down at Conlin, lying exhausted beneath him. The skunk's cock was no less hard, even after his gut-scrambling orgasm. Valla knelt beside him, taking hold of the skunk's sensitive prick. "I think you might miss this more," the vampire grinned evilly, tugging at Conlin's foreskin.

"W-wait...what...what are you doing?" Conlin whimpered, trying to sit up. The vampire extended one long claw, pressing its razor edge to the underside of the skunk's cockhead, like a blade to a man's throat.

"Teaching you your lesson, little hunter," the vampire professor chuckled. Valla pressed his claw in, the skunk's sensitive foreskin yielding to the claw. Conlin gasped, squirming as the vampire began to slowly circumcise him. His sickle sharp claw sliced slowly, drawing the skunk's foreskin higher and higher away from his shaft as it was gradually cut away. The cold air, and the vampire's power limited some of the bloodloss, as the vampire mutilated the skunk's cock. Conlin whimpered, panting, his penis trembling as his foreskin was cut away from his thick cockhead, the sensitive crown more and more bared as the vampire's claw cut around it. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything except watch in perverse horror as Valla took his foreskin.

Finally, that sensitive sleeve came away, the skin around the skunk's cockhead removed entirely. Valla had left the skunk barely anything for his shaft, his cockhead utterly exposed now to the cold autumn air. He prick jerked tightly in place, bleeding and exposed. Valla smirked, his claw returning to Conlin's cock. With a casual flick, he severed the skunk's remaining frenulum, and whatever pleasure would have been gleaned from the sensitive bridge of skin beneath that head. The skunk's dick was left lesser than it had been, his broad head exposed to dry out and shrivel, his shaft denuded from that soft, sensitive sleeve of nerves. Ruined.

Valla moved like lightning, scooping the skunk up in his arms. With an intimate savagery, he sank his fangs into Conlin's throat. The skunk gasped, his throat shaking as the vampire's mouth clamped at his throat, drawing his blood deep into his maw. Valla gulped, crimson trickles leaking from the corners of his mouth and staining pale silver fur scarlet. Conlin couldn't even squirm, utterly exhausted, helpless. The vampire drained him, Conlin's heart beating in terror as his blood flowed out.

The vampire felt the hunter go limp in his arms, and he pulled back before the skunk's heart could beat no longer. He licked his lips, tasting the faint tingle of the consecration on the back of his tongue like the burn of whiskey.

"Sleep, little hunter. Take your story to your brothers, warn them. Leave Professor Valla to his students. Or this fate, and worse, will befall them." Valla murmured in Conlin's ear, the compulsion of the words hooking in the skunk's unconscious brain like a curse. Valla leapt from the rooftop, landing near the hunter's hitched stallion near a copse of trees on the grounds. Valla calmed the animal with his power, and draped the skunk across the saddle. "Take your rider home, beast," he commanded the horse, and the stallion turned and trotted down the path into the cold night. Valla watched the horse until it disappeared into the night.

For once, Professor Valla felt at peace.