A Moan in the Night - Chapter 1
Character pics:
Hank: http://e621.net/post/show/170462/anal-anal_penetration-balls-barazoku-bdsm-bit_gag-
Jane: http://e621.net/post/show/146508/bottomless-canine-darkfoxx-darkfoxx03000-female-lo
Dragon daughter: http://e621.net/post/show/171930/2011-anus-ben300-black-butt-dragon-female-glowing-
Dragon father: http://e621.net/post/show/134284/2011-bath-black-body_markings-breasts-derecho-drag
((Will come up with names for these two, as well as the rest of the family, in next chapter.))
A Moan in the Night
Prologue
Not so long ago, in the year 1994, there was a rather...interesting family of dragons. The Hendersons. At first they seemed like your normal, average, happy and loving family. But what they did behind closed doors would surprise most. They were all hypo-nymphomaniacs. Which means they were addicted to sex. ((Yes. It's going to be one of those stories.)) Since most outside their family couldn't come close to satisfying their needs they turned to each other. Once the secret got out, though, the entire community turned its back on this family and their taboo. Everywhere they went their reputation followed them. The parents couldn't get jobs, the kids couldn't stay in school. One night, the father had had enough. In a drunken state, he walked around the house with his shot gun and killed his family, before taking his own life as well. Ever since, people who've lived in this house have reported strange things. Lustful, bliss filled moans in the night. Some would even wake up to find their beds messed up and their pants down. And some would never be heard from again
Chapter 1
Outside the now old, run-down looking house sat a police cruiser in the shadows. It was Halloween night and the kids were roaming around the streets looking for candy. The two cops were there to make sure nothing went wrong No egging, no toilet paper throwing, no kidnapping, and most importantly no entering or going around the old house. The building had been condemned and schedule for demolition in just a few weeks. The house was falling apart and deemed unsafe by the city.
"You know I promised my kid I'd take him trick or treating tonight. Just my luck the chief puts me out here." One of them said, a short but well built lion officer said. Officer Hank Sheers. He'd been on the force for a few years. Didn't pay much but it kept his kids fed. The wife had left him for one of his co workers just a couple years before. "Yea but he's a nice kid. I'm sure he understands. Besides he seemed happy to go with his friends didn't he?" The other said, an average looking female rottweiler. Her name was Officer Jane Gibson. She'd been on the force slightly longer than Hank, and still single. She had a thing for Hank though, she just never said anything as he never appeared interested. Her build was about average. A nice looking woman but nothing really stood out.
Just then, one of the trick or treaters walked right past the 'CONDEMNED' sign and up to the front door of the two story house. "Shit. I got this." Hank said, as he stepped out of the vehicle. "Hey. See that sign? Says the building is condemned. I can't let you in there." The child, clearly startled by the cop, quickly turned back around and headed the other way. Hank then turned and stood in front of the house, gazing at it for a couple seconds. The old run-down look of the home with the pitch black sky in stark contrast to the bright moon really added to the effect. Even more so than the artificial decorations that adorned the other homes.
Through the window he could see the mess inside the home. Cob webs stretched across every crevice in the place. It was caked with dust, and the furniture and even the TV set was still there. No body even took the time to clear it out. The house was completely empty other than that. Except for another girl he could just barely see through the dust filled room. "Looks like someone must have snuck in. I'll be right back." He spoke into his walkie talkie as he went inside. "I'm coming with you." Jane followed him inside and looked around. "So where's this person at?"
"I don't know...I swear I saw someone. I'm gonna go take a look." He pulled out his flashlight and began to walk down a long, dark hallway. The place was a mess. "They didn't even come back to pick up their things." Jane, who was still standing by the door, spoke through the walkie talkie. "Yea well you know what they say about this place. But I don't believe in that sort of thing. Their own imaginations just got to them."
"Hah. Yea probably." Hank said as he began to search the rooms. "I know you're in here! Just come out so we can get on with our night...I'm sure you got more fun things to do than hanging out in an old house anyways right?" Just then, a sharp chill shot up his spine as he felt two ice cold hands gently rubbing his back. He quickly spun around to see a dark, ghostly figure. As intimidating as it looked, though, it was also quite possibly one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. "Yea. You could say that." The female ghost spoke with a whispery voice.
She was almost as tall as Hank. With a beautiful, curvy body, large d cup size breasts, and a round butt, this dragoness could raise the dead with her looks alone. Hank was speechless at this point. The darkness that seemed to surround her then grew until it fully engulfed Hank. He suddenly felt himself being flung to the ground. "Jane!" He called into the walkie talkie. "I need backup!" But all he heard was static on the other end. "Oh yea. That's right. The bitch. Don't bother. Your walkie talkie will not work where you're at right now. But don't worry either. We will be back to get her soon." Hank wasn't sure what to think. Any other man would be totally up for this. For what he was pretty sure was about to happen anyways, given what he knew about the legend of this house. But even though it'd been years since his wife left him, he still wasn't very comfortable with sleeping with anyone else.
Meanwhile Jane was still waiting for him at the front of the house. She had heard some noise and was beginning to get a bit worried. "Hank?" She waited a few seconds, only to be greeted with the sound of static. "Hank do you copy?" After a few more seconds, she pulled out her flashlight and ventured into the rest of the home, the way Hank had gone. She assumed he might have just tripped and knocked himself out, so she quickly searched every room. What confused her is that Hank was nowhere to be seen. And he was a big guy, extremely hard to miss even with limited lighting.
She turned back around to walk back the way she came, but suddenly ran right into a broad, strong chest. This dragon she faced was tall, and broad. He held a double barrel pump action shot gun in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. Immediately, Jane jumped back and pulled out her pistol, a standard issue Desert Eagle hand gun. "Drop your weapon!" She shouted.
But he acted as if he didn't even hear her. He raised his own gun, and before he could pull the trigger, Jane shot him through the chest. He jumped, but much to Janes confusion, didn't seem all that phased by it. "Fine piece you got there. Now check out mine." He raised his gun again, and pulled the trigger.