Willow Rose Hardcore

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Willow opened her eyes about an hour before sunset. Angelica had come back after high school and was snuggled up into the bed next to her. She had the headphones from the I-pod willow had given her on and she had her eyes shut listening to the music. "Good morning, Baby."

"Oh, hello, Ma'am," she said as she put the I-pod away.

Willow rolled over and licked the side of her face and paused to just look at the innocence and perfection of this willing girl. This is by far the best thing about this world, she thought. That creatures like this would willingly become food and that the vampires and the Council had rules about how to treat them. The old method of terrorizing them, feeding, and then killing them was fun but everytime you had someone that tasted good, they died and you never got to have it again. Wasteful, she thought. "I want my favorite spot for my breakfast," she said with a tinge of warmth.

The girl's eyes widened in anticipation as she whispered,"Yes, Ma'am." She unbuttoned her jeans and arched her rear off of the bed to push the pants down til she could kick them off. Her heart was beating faster as she watched Willow stare at her legs. She wiggled out of her panties and kicked them off onto the floor. Her vampire touched the blue shirt she had on and Angelica was very pleased to hear the breath catch in Willow's throat when she arched her back and pulled the shirt over her head. She stretched like a giant kitten and spread her thighs open slightly as an invitation. Her Mistress rolled on top of her and suckled her puffy nipples to hardness. Her little nips were always so sensitive and it drove her wild when the boss would jab one with a fang and suck at the drop of blood. She was a little let down when Willow only sucked on them and nipped at the tender flesh of her breasts. Her bellybutton was claimed by the redhead's tongue and she could feel the familiar wetness build within her. She still didn't know why her parents, especially her Dad let her live over here but one meeting with Willow and they were practically telling her not to wear panties around Willow's house just to make it easier for her new boss. She cried out in French, Willow loved when she did that, so she tried to remember to do it. The sexy vamp had licked and nibbled and fingered and brought her to a state of full arousal before she struck, biting her so that a fang punctured on each side of her clit. The feeling of the feeding made her thrash and buck and when Willow sneaked a finger into her, she climaxed. No other seventeen year old, and certainly no other girl in her class was as lucky as she was, imagine getting gifts and spending money, not to mention fantastic orgasms and a knowledgeable kind woman to teach her about sex just for giving blood. She rode the feeling of orgasm as she remembered that day a little more than a year ago when Willow had taken her virginity and busted her cherry with a wine bottle. The same bottle that sat on a shelf by the fireplace with golden lace wrapped around it. Her vampire was so sweet and sentimental, there was nothing that she wouldn't do for her.

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She parked her Porsche and walked into the club. It was still very early and hardly any crowd was there. She usually used this time to fill out her work sheets so payroll would give her the right amount on her paycheck. She'd hate to have sucked something or gotten all bloody and not been paid for it. She wondered why she continued to work, she had over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in her bank account and everything she owned was paid for. When she had appeared in this world though, she had the money and still had the job so she was worried that there was some reason she was here and if she changed too much she might miss it and be sent back to her world which was hell compared to the luxury of this one. Whew, take a breath Willow, you were almost babbling there, she thought, laughing at herself and watching Bacchus come running over to her.

"Hey, Willow. Mr.X is here waiting for you," he told her as he checked out the cleavage shown by her short black button up shirt. "We told him you don't normally come in til later but he wanted to wait anyway."

"Doggie, if you think one mediocre screw gives you the right to treat me like your toy: I'll rip your little wiener off and help you to develop a close personal relationship with it." She smiled, showing her fangs. She could have just jumped in his mind again but he wasn't worth the effort. "Tell him to keep waiting, I'll change and go get him." She watched the tight leather shorts he wore as he walked away dejected.
Smiling, she went to the employee locker room and changed while one of the hyena door guards let a underage brunette earn her way into the club. She was on all-fours with her mouth being rammed full of cock. The hyena had a hold of each of her ears and was pumping into her, trying to make her deepthroat him. She was coughing out saliva as he hit her gag reflex before finally holding the back of her head and forcing her to swallow what he had gushed down her throat. Willow laughed when he kicked the girl out anyway, not willing to risk Narcissus catching on and being mad at him for endangering the liquor license.

Putting a long black silk robe on to cover the outfit required for Mr.X, she went to the VIP room and waved him to follow her. He was a big man, physically imposing. He had on a western style brown leather duster and a black leather S&M mask completely covering his head. "Do you think anyone really doesn't know who you are?" she asked him as they went down the hall and down a set of stairs to the basement.

"Let's not talk right now," was all his powerful voice would say and she didn't push, the tip was better that way.

They went into the accountant's office, it was a large space that served as a special room when needed. "Get out," she told the two hyenas at a desk, probably looking up internet porn. They jumped up and left, shutting the door behind them. "Hard day?" she asked as she rearranged the furniture to fit the theme.

"One of my Seniors, Nicole Wallace in AP-Biology, showed her white ruffled panties the whole hour and I could smell her. I almost had to leave. And of course there's the Anita issues, there's always Anita issues."

"What do you think, Richard?" she asked as she dropped the robe and gestured around their impromptu classroom. She was wearing a micro mini red plaid skirt with a tight white shirt tied together above her bare belly button. She had on cute little patent black leather shoes and ankle high frilly white socks. "Or should I say Mr.Zeeman?" she said as she sat in one of the desks and coyly put a fingertip into her mouth. She smiled when he reacted to seeing that she was also wearing white ruffled panties.

"Ms. Rose, I think you will need to stay after class," he said as he took the mask off and put the coat on one of the desks. He was still wearing his teaching attire, off-white shirt and gray slacks. He sat at his desk and watched her play the student for awhile. "Did you talk to Jean-Claude about the rats yet?"

"No, I don't like that guy," she replied, making sure to give the teacher peeks at her underwear. "He's kinda stuck on himself."

"I could hook you up with Rafael, but Jean-Claude might be mad that you went around his back," he told her, feeling the familiar desire welling up.

"Set me up a meeting, I'll handle the master if it becomes an issue," she replied as she played with her hair. "I can call rats, it'd be nice to be able to practice with the power." It drove him wild when she played with her hair.

"Be careful about how you explain that to him, he's a little sensitive to vampires calling his clan." He was breathing deeper but if he just acted on it, it wouldn't be as good. He took out the biology book that he left here and turned to the chapter they had left off on last time.

"I will, Mr.Zeeman, I'll be a very good girl," she all but whispered. "You can just call me a regular school nerd. Education is a terrible thing to waste. Oh look, I dropped my robe!" She got up from the desk and turned so that when she bent down with her knees locked he got a great show of all of her pale white flesh and her white covered mound.

He had to shut his eyes or he would be ending this too soon. If he didn't have tithes from the pack, he probably wouldn't be able to afford her, so he would damn well get his money's worth. He evened out his breathing and opened his eyes to see her sitting back in the chair with a little taunting smile on her face. He vowed to wipe that smile off at the end of this chapter. He was about to start in on plant osmosis when he noticed her hand raised. "Yes, Ms. Rose?"

"Mr. Zeeman, I have a burning...I think I should see the nurse," she said with innocence as she played with the ruffles on her panties, her thighs spread to allow better access.

He had to swallow twice to raise his voice enough so that it wasn't a growl. He knew his eyes were already changed. "Come up here, Ms. Rose." When she got close enough, he stood and snatched her wrist, pulling her right over the desk. He spun her around and bent her over his Day-planner and nearly came in his pants when he shredded her panties with his claws. She struggled, playing the doe-eyed girl and he had to keep one hand at the back of her neck. Cursing as he fumbled with his belt and pants, he finally gave up and just forced them down his hips. He hoped she was ready because he rammed his formidable length into her in one giant push. She squealed and that only got him more excited as he started fucking her cool but wet box.

"I...got friction...burns last...time...Mr...Zeeman!" she screamed as the thrusts sent the monitor falling of the desk to crash on the floor.

He slowed at the words, worried that he hurt her and feeling the familiar dread that he was too much an animal for anyone.

"DON'T STOP!" she screamed at him. "I love the burns!" When his thrusts resumed their pace and in fact got even faster as he started to use his werewolf strength and speed to plow her, she could feel the warmth he was generating flow throughout her body. Even right after a feeding, she was never as humanly warm as when Richard rubbed her temperature up.

He rammed her as fast and hard as his beast could manage. The sound of the metal desk scratching the industrial tiles as it slid across the floor urged him on to faster speeds. She was going to hurt from this, he liked for them to hurt. His little dark sex secret that only the late Raina truly understood was that he needed their pain as he fucked them to really feel like he wasn't a monster. A monster would hurt them just because he could. He hurt them because he got satisfaction from doing it. Maybe that made him a deviant, but he wasn't a monster.

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She only had one other client the whole night, an easy one at that. She thought about the lawyer chick and her thousand dollar tip. The woman always wanted to be 'raped'. She attacked her, tore off her borrowed clothes, made her beg for mercy and fucked her with a strap-on. Good times, she thought as she smiled at Bacchus who was still trying hard to impress her enough to give him a second shot at her.
She let him volunteer to be a snack and she drank from his neck right at the bar. Thank whoever that my face doesn't get all ugly anymore, she thought. Even though she'd never trade in Angelica, shifter blood had a great kick to it. He didn't try to touch her or steal any glances that she noticed anyway. Not bad, she thought.
Tomorrow will be fun, I don't have to work and I finally get to go meet the Rat King. There's gotta be a store open somewhere in the Blood District that I can get a new dress at for the meeting. Dress to impress or seduce or terrify, they all worked, she thought to herself as she was walking out the door. "Come on, Bacchus. Round two," she called over her shoulder without looking back to see that he was following.

Of course he was. They drove all around the Blood District, checking for just the right dress at several stores. Finally finding a little black strapless number with a slit almost up to her belly button, she was so happy that she went down right in an aisle and gave Bacchus a great blowjob. He had to act like he was looking at Women's shoes to keep the clerk from coming over. Some lucky woman was going to buy a pair of pumps with a special treat filling the inside of one. He was so happy, he paid for her dress.
When they finally made it back to her house, she had Angelica sit in the living room recliner and watch as Bacchus pounded her on the couch. He was much better the second time, though she had to threaten his life on several occasions when he kept looking at her pomme de sang as she masturbated.

After sending Bacchus to hitch a ride home and Angelica off to catch her school bus, she turned down the sheets on her bed and got ready for the day's sleep, never once noticing the man that watched her through the living room window.