Vampiric Passion

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Linda tried to concentrate: she really did. The fox-bat hybrid stood tall, elegant in a long, red dress that had a slight train to it, trailing on the ground behind her as she delicately held her clutch before her body. Her fingers folded around it delicately and yet she gripped it harder than she ever had before, fingers indenting the fine fabric. Her crimson gloves came up past her elbows and a choker encircled her neck with a pentagram at the front, just above the point of her clavicle.

The elegant fox-bat sucked in a breath, her tongue flicking up at her sharper canines: the tell that she was a vampire. Yet they moved through society with nary a second glance, most of the time. It was only when they needed to let out their more bloodthirsty, carnal desires that things with their culture of vampires became ever so slightly more obvious.

She was in heat and it ravaged her body, a pool of damp warmth seeping into her fine underwear, although Linda had not worn them that evening with the anticipation she would need a change within only a couple of hours. The art show had only just opened up with softly murmuring groups milling through the hall and Linda could not leave before speaking with a few more there, putting in an appearance.

Still, it did her no good, the fox-bat's red ears quivering, yet they were larger with a hint of her bat heritage in the shape of them. She had a moderate-length tail that was reminiscent of a fox, but it was missing the white tip, the russet of a natural fox's fur softening to a redder-brown shade across her body. Her dress, of course, had been designed to allow for her arm-wings, the leathery membranes stretching out, though they could easily be folded against her body. They merely made wearing anything with sleeves quite a trial, so she usually wore a long, warm cloak if she needed to go out in colder weather.

"Ah, Linda."

An older benefactor of the art show, which was being held in the lavishly luxurious hotel her family was staying at for their holiday of the season, approached her. His gut filled his shirt and his belt strained against it, though the wolf was well-groomed. She smoothed over her expression, though Mr Daniels was not the kind of male she wanted to spend her time with. Not while heat crawled through her body, prickling and teasing, insistently demanding she give her body what it desired, despite what her mind wanted.

"Are you enjoying the show?" Mr Daniels said, leaning back on his heels as he spoke to her, a glass of white wine in his paw: she would have preferred red. "Quite a fine display of art here, yes, yes..."

"Indeed," she said smoothly, a gentle smile on her lips that didn't reach her eyes. "Tarkov's use of colour is particularly dynamic in his cityscapes. Demonstrating just how the clamour of life bustles, clashing and coming together, though again moving apart -- sometimes only a moment later. It really makes you consider just how fragile all our individual lives are, doesn't it? Maybe we need companionship and that connection, so we may be stronger. Do you not agree?"

"Oh, I... Uh... You... Yes, yes, quite..."

Mr Daniels floundered over his words, clearly not expecting her to understand art theory to her level -- though that was merely a very basic sweep over her knowledge of such things. Linda had not wanted to go deeper into anything when it would have so easily humiliated him.

Her eyes met those of her brother, the wolf-bat hybrid Hans, over Mr Daniels' shoulder, and her lips curved up in a darkly seductive smile. Yet it wasn't for Mr Daniels.

"Excuse me, Mr Daniels," she said delicately, stepping aside in her heels. "I see someone who I must meet."

Yet she made a beeline for her brother with her thighs lightly brushing, walking more quickly than she should in her heels. Her brother eyed her up, his muzzle a cross between that of a wolf and a fox, though it was the leathery arm-wings that clearly gave away his bat heritage too. No one looking at him would suspect his vampiric nature too, though Hans was well-versed in moving through society, even if he was sometimes a little more awkward than Linda. She was steadier than him, dealing with social situations with the grace of a lady.

His lips curved into a smile as his sister made his way to him, taking his paw and yanking him along with her.

"I cannot stay another moment," she hissed. "Though I must make an appearance later."

"What is bothering you, Linda?" He asked, though in his suit jacket and pressed trousers, he allowed himself to be pulled, chuckling along with her. "What is this about?"

She glared at him and, in the best of ways, Hans' heart skipped a beat. Damn his sister. Also in the best of ways.

He sucked in a breath as soon as they were in the outside hallway, his sister pinning him to the wall as if she had no care for being caught or discovered and planting a deeply sinful kiss on his lips. The wolf-bat groaned into her mouth, though swiftly returned the kiss, their tongues sweeping up urgently against one another as his blood heated and need pumped ardently through him. His member fleshed out, filling with blood.

"Mmm..."

Linda growled into his mouth and shoved her paw down his trousers, groping and fumbling her way into his pants. There, she met his member, curling her fingers around as much of it as she could manage in such an awkward position -- but it would all be worth it for her.

"Mmmph, upstairs," she grunted, breaking the kiss, her heat getting the better for her -- now that she had the most trustworthy male with her to sate her heat. "Upstairs -- now."

He would have taken her in the bathroom if that was what his sister wanted, though Linda was more demanding than that. The fox-bat towed him into the elevators, kissing him deeply again, though, that time, he pinned her back to the wall and hitched up her dress. With so much fabric to deal with, it spilt down from his paw still, though he got his hand under it, curling his fingers around her pussy, teasing her wetness. Linda growled and arched into his touch with an unladylike pump of her hips.

Linda had on a pair of long stockings under her dress and the dress fell back down her legs as she stumbled back out of the elevator together and to her room at the resort. Thankfully, it was not too far for them both and, despite her indiscretion, no one had seen them. That was all she could really hope for, after all, when she had thrown such a lack of caution to the wind.

Yet it was all as it was meant to be as Hans swept her into the room and paused only long enough to lock the door after them, growling wantonly into her mouth as he kissed her once more. The vampire wolf-bat all but snarled into her muzzle as he dived with her on to the bed, paws groping at her body. And yet he couldn't wait a single moment more as he turned her about, fumbling with the zip at the back and pulling it down with enough force to break it.

That, however, was something that could be fixed and Linda would be grateful for that when she was no longer in heat. She moaned as he helped her out of the dress, the fox-bat ending up on all fours on the bed, her paw between her thighs as she dropped one shoulder to the luxurious, four-poster bed to steady herself. The splendour of the room with the lavish fall of luxury curtains when unnoticed as she rocked her hips back, showing off her lightly puffy, soaked pussy to Hans.

He swallowed hard and Linda looked back at him, even as she rubbed her clit, fingers toying with her sex right there before his eyes. She probably should have pulled off her gloves too for the sake of propriety, but the fox-bat simply did not have the presence of mind to think of such a minor detail. Heat surged through her as the scent of a virile male, ready to take her, filled her nostrils -- even if Linda knew the consequences of taking Hans, bare, into her sweet heat.

"Take me," she moaned, demanding it even as he fumbled at his clothes, his jacket off and shirt half-unbuttoned. "Now, Hans, now! Oh, heavens... You don't know how badly I need this!"

But Hans could tell all he needed to from the tenor of her cries alone, pulling his trousers down as much as he needed the moment he had his belt buckle undone. His shaft popped out, the knot not yet swollen at the base. He scrambled up behind her, a muttered curse on his lips that could have been praise for his sister's beauty at the same time, his cock lined up with her sex. The smooth, rounded head pressed to her folds, seeking her entrance, and Linda grabbed him eagerly, keen to guide him in.

Hans, however, didn't need any guidance to sink into his sister's delicious, wet heat all over again. He moaned as he leaned over, pressing his cock deep inside her, feeling her sex hug him, wrapping around him like had been the case when they had come together before. He moaned out her name, a breathless smile tugging at his lips, though the moment was for the two of them and them alone.

"Yes... Hans, yes!"

Dimly, Linda knew she was taking a risk in crying out his name like that, though she rocked her hips back at him all the same. His length simply felt too good inside her and she squeezed around him, even though the fox-bat didn't sound in control of her body in the slightest.

Maybe it was her heat or maybe it was just her throwing all caution away -- loving him taking her, the bounce of his hips on her ass. Hans sped up a little, curling devoutly over her body, and something lurched inside her, needing more: a better angle.

"Unff... Hans, wait... Let me lie back."

He paused, pulling out for long enough for her to wriggle away from him and roll on to her back, spreading her legs for him. She had no intention of being pinned to the bed by her brother as he moved over her in the missionary position all over again, his cock finding the flower of her sex instantly. Linda sucked in a breath, need clawing at her, her legs coming up and wrapping around his hips and ass, holding him to her as if she thought he was going to pull away.

Yet all Hans wanted to do was to pull back to thrust into her all over again. He didn't want or need to go a sliver further than that, pounding into her with all the intent and desire his partner of the moment needed. He huffed hotly over her and she kissed him daringly, though it was a more chaste kiss than he may have given Linda in the past.

His breath washed over her face and she gasped up at him, baring her teeth as if the vampire could dare her brother to do more. She clenched her legs around him, wanting more, the hint of his knot swelling and grinding against the lips of her pussy.

"Yes... Harder!"

"Unff... Demanding... ah... aren't you?"

Hans laughed breathlessly, though the wolf-bat was right where he needed to be, where he wanted to be. He plunged into his sister deeply, using every inch of his cock he could, though Hans doubted he'd be able to last all that much longer. She was too hot around him, her sex seeming to tighten and pull urgently around the length of his cock, demanding all he was willing to give her and more: so much more.

Yet even that position was not enough for her, digging her heels into his glutes to make him thrust harder, using every bit of his shaft. The swelling knot kept him out of her, however, as Hans hesitated, not sure whether he should tie with her, despite them having done it before.

Below them, the art show was still going on, others looking for Linda and Hans -- but they wouldn't find them. Not until his cock had slipped from her in a slick spill of cum, marking her pussy in a messy cream-pie.

So, she grabbed him by the shoulders and used a move she only knew from self-defence for ladies. She hooked her leg around his, arching back so his shaft slid from her, and thrust. The sudden, sharp push of her hips flipped him off her, though Linda rolled right along with Hans and ended up on top. Growling, the fox-bat sat over his hips, grasping his cock only to slide her pussy on to it, taking him deep inside her.

"Yessss..."

Linda let out a long hiss as she ground on to his knot, but not even Hans grabbing her hips and drawing her down on to his cock was enough to stop her. She had to go all the way, humping and grinding on to his knot, all to get that delicious, half-swollen thickness deep inside her. It took a rougher jab of her hips to get it inside, but Linda wasn't about to take no for an answer.

She moaned aloud, seeing stars as ecstasy poured through her, but it took the fox-bat a moment longer to realise climax had taken her and his knot was fully seated, swelling, inside her. Hans' cry met hers and she panted heavily, raking in every snatch of breath she could while lust rose and took her whole-heartedly.

Her pussy gripped him as she rode him, rising and falling in short, jerky motions on top of the wolf-bat, but Hans had no say in it. All he could say was her name, over and over again, as her pussy pulled and rippled along the length of his shaft, coaxing him over the edge. Hans couldn't stop himself from losing control, pleasure rolling through him as he moaned aloud and sent long, hot spurts of his seed inside her. He couldn't even think of the consequences of everything in the moment, vampiric teeth glinting in the low light, lust overcoming all else as he did his best to satisfy his sister's heat. His cum was the only thing that would take the edge off and he cried out hoarsely, head spinning, desire coursing through with every beat of his heart and weakening pump up of his hips.

With his sister collapsing on top of him, momentarily stunned by the sheer force of his orgasm, he wrapped his arms around Linda, holding her fast.

In vampiric passion, there could be no limits, not even between siblings.