Nightdrifter
------------------------------------------[Warning!]----------------------------------------------------------------- Ok people here is the warning. If you are under 18 or it is illegal to read this sort of material in your area please turn back. Also if you are offended by rape, sexual contact between two anthromorphic characters, or just don't like my stories then get the hell out. If you choose to stay and read then...Enjoy! ^^ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nightdrifter 1 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Prologe] Many years ago a young man named Michael Hiryu Nightdrifter was alive, a hero in his day, a caring father for his two sons, and a loving husband for his wife Malana Nightdrifter. He had handed down his family secret to one of the two brothers when the time was right for him, before his passing, his wife passing away soon after. The brothers lived in thier home for several years before they had departed on thier own, then going along seperate paths as the wolf left with the family's secret power "Nightdrifter"; the ability to enter the dreams of a sleeping being and leave when the person is either awake or dead without teaching it to his younger hybrid brother. Years have passed and the wolf brother finally decided to use his power... [Chapter1] It was a dark night, rain drizzing down upon the small neighborhood near the city, the rain soaking anything without cover. No cars were in the streets and the only illumination to the streets were the street lamps and the moon which could be seen through a gap in the clouds. Along the sidewalk ran a mysterious figure wearing a black cloak to keep himself dry. The figure was at least seven feet tall in stature with an althetic build, his face hidden under his hood so nobody could indentify him. The figure stopped at a white house, small with no light showing through the windows, meaning anyone inside would be asleep. A grin came across the hidden muzzle as it approached the door, trying to turn the knob but noticing it was locked. The lock had not stopped him it for long as it raised it's grey wolf hand to the keyhole, using a black wolf claw to pick the lock. He chuckled as he opened the door slowly, padding into the house and closing the door behind him, making sure it was locked. Afterwards he took his cloak off, hanging it onto a nearby coat-hanger, revealing himself to be a grey wolf with white muzzle, a slim yet athletic body, wearing only a short sleeve, forest green, shirt with a ying yang symbol on the front, dark blue jeans which were soaked from the rain, and black timberland hiking boots. He takes precaution and listens carefully, his wolf ear twitching as it picks up the breath of a young female, sleeping soundly in her room upstairs. The wolf grinned, hearing her, knowing where she was. Careful as not to wake her yet, he creeps up the steps, gingerly moving step by step, slowly and quietly. When the wolf had reached the top he tried to open the door, this time the door without a lock. The wolf slowly puts his head in first to veiw the room, and the woman inside. His eyes scanned along the neat and decorated room, then the red bed with a beautiful skunkette resting on it. Her long white hair shimmering in the moonlight, her black fur shining as well, her breasts at least 38DD, the rest of her body under the covers. The wolf held in a chuckle as he padded closer to the bed, keeping his eyes on the girl. (This girl must be at least 18..just around my age..) thought the wolf whom was actually 19 himself. He grew closer to the foot of the bed, knowing stealth was imperative at the moment. The wolf stood straight and got ready to do what he must do but notices her eyes opening and her sitting up, her eyes glazed over with anger at the intruder. The wolf was stunned for a moment as she gets up and throws a straight punch at him, striking him in the jaw and knocking him over. The skunkette revealed to be quite a fighter as she grinned and waited for her opponent to get up. The wolf sits up and draws a gun from his pocket, shooting her in the shoulder quickly before she could move. The girl's vision becomes distorted, her senses leaving her as she falls onto her bed, sleeping with a dart in her shoulder. The wolf staggers to his feet and walks up to her body, knowing the drug will keep her asleep for hours. He approaches her until he is an inch away from making his black nose come in contact with her cute small nose. The wolf smiles (Time to see if father taught me right..here goes!) going through his mind as drops himself onto her, his body phasing through her like a ghost. [Chapter2] The skunk girl was now in a dream, seeing nothing but darkness around her, confused at what had happened. Before the poor girl could come to her senses she sees the wolf again. But now in her very dreams. She shrieks and staggers back, trying to think of what to do, knowing he will probably shoot her like before. "Where are you going?" the wolf asks, walking towards her at a slow pace, his footsteps making sounds as if he were walking down an empty hall. She growls and knows there is nowhere to run, she gets up and shows she is ready to fight by taking a stance. At once the wolf pulled a knife from behind his waist, but instead of cutting her he slashes himself, a bloody arm landing on the ground, blood spilling out of his severed wound. She gasps as the wolf picks up his own arm without any pain showing at all and re-attaches it to his body, the arm wounds dissapearing while the blood stays. "What are you!?" she shreiks, her mind racing and her heart beat rising "I am merely a wolf..You see..fighting me would be pointless here..as any wound I can recover from now..unlike yourself.. The wolf looks at her with a smile and says in a calm and more gentle voice "your pretty cute..whats your name?" he asked, walking slowly towards her, bloody knife in hand. She stammers and continues to back up. "S-Samara Cross" she quickly says in fear, wishing for him to go away as she falls on her back and rear, looking up at the wolf, a devious grin on his face. "I like your name..my name..Is Michael Nightdrifter" the wolf says as he crawls over Samara and stabs the knife into the ground, keeping himself over her as he fondles her breasts. The girl shudders, holding in her moans, trying to resist him, hearing him say "your fur is so soft..what size are these hmm?" squeezing her soft breasts, his fingers sinking in as they squeeze, making the girl almost let out a moan but instead saying "D-..Double D!" to hide her moan. The wolf grins and fondles them, enjoying her feel, once again speaking to her in a calm voice "You seemed to have been very well endowed..you are quiet beautiful I must say. Its a shame your so frightened." She keeps her mouth shut, holding in her moans and doing her best not to become emotionally attached to the wolf, her eyes shut tight as he pinches and plays with her hard, erect, and quite sensitive nipples, still under her clothing. Again Samara shudders, his claws sinking deep in her breasts before letting go, a claw running down her shirt and tearing it open, revealing her lucious breasts. He smiles at her as she blushes and looks away, her ears drooping and her eyes still closed tight. Michael chuckles as he bites her sensitive nipple softly, making the girl finally moan, blushing bright red as he finally makes her moan. Michael hears her and chuckles, getting up and turning her over unto her stomach, grabbing onto her skunk tail so she cannot use it to distract him. She remained still, thinking of a way to get out of his grasp, wondering what he could be up to, her mind filled with fear and other such emotions. Her eyes open wide as her skirt is torn along with her panties, her wet virgin slit exposed to her intruder. A smile crosses Michael's face as he drags a claw over her slit, wetting it with some of her salty sticky juices and tasting them with his tongue. "hmm..you are a virgin are you not?" Samara blushes brightly at the question, so much it could be seen through her black fur, the words "yes" quickly leaving her lips, much to her own surprise. [Chapter3] Michael chuckled and held her down, his ankles on hers, his hands on her wrists, pinning her down to the floor of this dark dreamworld, keeping her on her hands and knees. She shudders and feels something hard but in denim rub against her pussy lips, feeling slight pain from the denim but still making her wet and aroused, her nipples hard and sore, her body temperature high now. Michael knew she was ready. Samara felt him let go of her, followed by the sounds of him taking his cloths off. Her eyes open wide as she realizes what he is about to do and tries to move but is stopped by his strong hands and ankles once again, the cock pressed against her stomach and clit, not inside her. Michael chuckles and slowly lets go, sliding his hands down her body, his claws raking through her fur making her shudder and let out a soft moan. Suddenly she felt something at her pussy lips, pressing in slowly, the feel of a huge hard cock. She blushed crimson red as she prepared herself to be taken by this wolf, his hands sliding onto her hips, the wolf leaning over to her and whispering in her ear "Ready?" Samara was surprised but nodded and stood still accepting him as she relaxed herself as best she could, the gigantic, throbbing rod slowly making his way inside her warm sex, Michael going easy on her since it was her first time. Samara winced in pain, wondering why he doesn't just use her like any rapist would, feeling her wet heated vagina walls spread around the cock as it entered her, squeezing tight around it as it reached her inner barrier. Michael looked down at her and said "are you ready Samara?" his voice once again calm and gentle. Samara nodded and closed her eyes tightly, knowing it will hurt. Michael gave a soft push into her, his cockhead breaking her hymen and taking away her virginity, Samara crying out in pain, feeling herself being embraced by the wolf as he hilted the rest of his thick, hot, pulsing rod inside her, one arm around her and the other holding her hand as he kissed her neck softly, his hand holding her breast as he waited. Samara felt the pain go away, blood now dripping from her cunt and on his shaft and balls, getting used to him inside her. Michael noticed and raised himself up, his hands on her hips. "Are you alright?" the wolf said to her, Samara nodding again before moaning in surprise as his cock is pulled out quickly and slammed inside her cunt, the pleasure filling her to her very finger tips as the cock head hit her inner walls hard, thier legs beginning to grow wet with her own love juices, Samara feeling as if she could just tear in two from it. Michael took her slow at first, pulling out slightly and thrusting back inside, rapidly though not too hard. Samara moaned softly, her mind clouded with lust, her body filled with pleasure, pushing herself back against him, wanting more of his huge hard cock. Michael moaned in pure extasy as he pulled back halfway and thrusted once again, his balls slapping against her clit, his sack full of cum which was easy for her to notice, Samara moaning louder then before as she moved with him in rhythm with his thrusts, wanting, needing to cum. Michael's eyes closed tight as he shudders and pulls back, slamming into her harder, that monster of a cock pulsing inside her, stretching her walls as they squeeze on his cock, massaging it nicely, trying to pull him over the edge, Samara wanting every drop, her winces and screams of pleasure growing louder, saying his name loudly for him to hear. Thier bodies grew sweaty, both of them now enjoying the lust filled moment, flesh on flesh, the sounds of mating between male and female, the musky scent of mating in the air, thier bodies heating up as they built up thier release. Michael lifted himself from his knees and onto his feet, keeping the head of his cock inside as he hilted himself inside her once again, his new position giving him more ramming power. Samara felt him move and as he slammed into her, her head leaned back as she let out a scream of pleasue. Michael and Samara both knew how close they were, Michael beginning to pound her furiously, almost bruising her buttocks as he gives her everything he could give her, his balls growing tight, knowing he would blow soon. Samara let out a loud cry as she reached her own climax, hot creamy juices coating his shaft and balls, along with thier legs, running down to the puddle underneath them, her vagina clamping down on his cock like a vice, massaging the shaft, trying to milk him for every drop of sweet cum he had inside him. It wasn't long after her spasm could Michael hold himself, making his final thrusts into her hot hungry sex before hilting himself inside her to the base, every inch shoved into that tight pussy as he came hard, flooding her inside with hot wolf seed, Samara able to feel her own stomach become filled with it, her body hot and sweating as she fell, dizzy and panting from the mating she had recieved, she fell to her face, her lower body slowly sliding down and off his cock. The wolf layed down with her and wrapped his arms around the skunkette, nuzzling her neck, staying with her throughout the night. [Chapter 4] Samara woke up in her room, stretching and yawning, feeling strange. A warm feeling inside her, noticing her cloths were ripped and the bed was soaking wet with hot cum and her own juices. She turned her attention to the sleeping wolf near her, waking up from her sudden movements. The wolf sat up and looked at her with a smile. "Had fun last night?" He said, a blush on his cheeks. Samara tried to be angry at him but for some reason couldn't. She felt different as she stared at him. Michael believed she was angry, his ears dropping "I guess you want me to go now don't you?" he says, moving to get out of bed. Samara quickly said "no..don't go..please." softly to him. Michael turned his head to her, a surprised look on his face. Samara stares at the wolf, her mind still trying to make sense of things, and yet she didn't want him to leave. She wrapped her arms around the wolf and held him, her head on his chest. "Please..stay..I don't want you to go." she whispered under her breath, surprised at what she was just saying. The wolf smiled and wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her to him. "ok..I won't go Samara..I promise" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [End] What happens after?...Well I might tell you..but thats..a different story..Please post any comments on the story. This is my first btw and I hope to make more. ^^