Perverts 'R' Us

Purgatory

By Danyealle ( M/F, mythical beast, rom )

As he walked down the dark alley, illuminated only by a lone streetlight that shone dimly in the fog off to one side of the entrance, he could hear his heels clicking dully on the hard pavement, echoing softly and mingling with the magnified sound of water dripping somewhere in the shadowy gloom. As he walked on, trying to stay in the shadows, one word kept echoing in his ears, purgatory. Over and over it bounced around and repeated itself, overriding all his thoughts. No, purgatory didn't have a religious meaning to him at all. What purgatory was to him was being caught between two worlds and not truly belonging to either of them.

Born a werewolf, creatures humans still perceived as myth, he had always been somewhat of an outcast even among his own kind. For as long as he could remember, many had always whispered "abomination" when his name arose. While his mother was a werewolf, he was a half-breed, a product of her mating with some other kind of creature, what kind she had taken with her to the grave, refusing even on her deathbed to reveal what kind. That one secret had sentenced him to a rough life. While he was still a clan member, he was, and probably always would be, eyed with suspicion. On one hand, that secret may well have kept him from being killed, a mixed child born from a werewolf mating with some species were killed outright, but on the other hand it meant that he would be a loner for the rest of his life.

Turning down a dead-end pathway off the alley, his heart began to pound. When he reached the door to an old warehouse at the very end of the path, he rapped on it softly. Within seconds the door was opened by a youngish-looking woman with raven black hair that shone, even in the dim light. After stepping in and shutting the door behind him, he shrugged off his coat and followed her. Her apartment had once been the ground floor of a warehouse. When the urban decline had begun the company who owned it felt it wasn't worth keeping up, so they sold it to a developer who turned it into apartments. While they were spacious, they really were just one big room with only the smallest of dividers separating the 'rooms'. As usual, there were no electric lights on, just hundreds of candles scattered all over, burning brightly, giving off enough light to see without strain.

After following her to the part that was termed the living room, he picked up a stack of books out of an old, Victorian era chair and put them on the floor before easing his large frame into it and stretching out his long legs. Looking around, he saw stacks of books everywhere. The walls of the place were nothing but massive, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, all completely filled with books that ran the gamut from romance to medical. Sliding into a chair across from him, she picked up a well-thumbed copy of "Plato's Republic" and marked her place.

Pulling her legs up onto the chair, she curled up a bit and smiled, "I was wondering if you were going to make it tonight. I heard the weather's suppose to get really nasty tonight. It's already fairly foggy out, but the temp is supposed to take a nose-dive below freezing and they're talking about snow tomorrow."

"Bad weather doesn't bother me, you know that. Besides, it would take more than inclimate weather to keep me away from you." he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile.

Grinning, she winked at him, knowing that indeed was the truth. "You flatter me, Blackie. Keep it up and my head will swell so much that I won't be able to fit through doorways!"

Chuckling deeply, he replied, "I don't think so, you're far too down to earth to ever get a swelled head, Lusty."

Down-to-earth was the perfect description of her. Their first encounter had been while she was at work. He had ducked into the library to look up a couple things. It was Lusty, the head librarian, which had helped him find what he needed. From that first meeting he had been, as she put it, "twitterpated" with her. Every day for the next month an a half he found a reason to stop into the library. Most days he just sat and read the papers, well not exactly READ mind you. More like he had them open in front of him while he watched the lovely Lusty work.

In the end it wasn't him that made the first move, he had been tongue-tied and too shy to give it a shot, but her. After retrieving some old papers from the stacks she, with a small smile on her face, asked him to go out for coffee after work.

It was that after-work meeting that he saw his first glimpse of the 'real' Lusty. He was waiting for her in a small coffee shop a block down from the library, sipping on a cup, when she walked in. The change was so drastic that he almost spit out the mouthful of the aromatic hot drink. Gone were the conservative, almost matronly dress and the tied-up hair. In its place was a thin, lithe figure all decked out in what humans would be called 'Goth' clothes, black jeans, black t-shirt, Doc Martin boots, and a few pieces of silver jewelry. The shiny black hair that had been tied up in a conservative bun on top of her head now hung halfway down her back, straight, pulled back over her ears, revealing seven piercings in each ear. Gone was the normal "office make-up", in its place was the dark, dramatic 'Goth' look, dark brown eyes lined with kohl black liner, making them look dark and brooding. Sliding into a chair beside him, she sipped her coffee. After a bit of the usual, mundane small-talk they slipped into some mutually interesting topics. So engrossed in conversation, they didn't seem to notice time slipping by. It wasn't until she used the restroom that they realized it was well after dark.

After that initial date, they began to see each other more often, slowly growing closer. Being with her opened up a completely new facet to his life, discovering things he had never heard of before. Over time she taught him about history, music, books, and many more things. While he had an education, one similar to what human children go through, so much of what she showed him he had never heard of. Being a werewolf, a good many things about humans and their world was never taught, being irrelevant to them.

As he started getting to know her he found her to be a fascinating and eclectic being. Every day she immersed herself in a society that was modern and depended on modern conveniences, but at night she came home to a place that was devoid of many things other humans didn't feel they could live without. Her apartment had electricity, but she only used it in the kitchen and to run the hot water heater, plus the central heat in the winter. The rest of the place was lit by hundreds of candles. Yes, the other rooms were wired for it, she just chose not to use it. Conservation and environmentalism were things she believed in very strongly so she only used only what was absolutely necessary. That was only a small part of who she was. Every time he visited her he learned something new about her personality. No matter how well they grew to know each other, he doubted that he would ever discover all there was to know about her.

Settling in, they talked about current events before shifting around and discussing Lord of the Flies, a book he had just finished reading for the first time. Then, as usual, they ended up in her bedroom.

Quickly, he divested himself of his clothes while she did the same. Once naked he pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips locked onto hers. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, she pulled away then positioned herself on all fours on the bed. With her knees on the very edge of it, ass high in the air, she rested her chest on the bed, head on her folded arms. Looking back at him, she licked her lips.

Stepping up behind her, he guided his cock to her clean-shaven pussy and slowly slid it all the way in with a firm pressure. Then, with that slow, practiced rhythm one learns over time, he started to fuck her.

Moaning, she shivered all over as all of his nine inches slipped into her tight hole. Reaching down between her legs she teased her clit with her finger, slowly stroking it in small circles.

Holding onto her hips, he pulled them backwards as he would thrust in, burying himself balls-deep with every stroke. Moaning, his head dropped back and his eyes shut. "Oh yes, Lusty! Your hot, tight pussy feels so fucking good."

Whimpering and panting, her finger worked faster on her now blood-engorged clit. "Harder please Blackie! Fuck me!" she moaned voice thick with lust.

Growling loudly, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her alabaster skin was flushed a dull pink and there were beads of sweat glistening off of it, looking like bright, sparkling diamonds in the flickering candlelight. Gripping her hips tighter, fingers digging into the flesh a bit, he started drive his cock into her faster.

"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh! Fuck me Blackie! Yes! FUCK ME HARD!" she wailed, slamming herself back onto his cock.

Shifting around, he leaned over her back and put his palms flat on the bed, then commenced to pistoning himself into her faster, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the room.

Propping herself up on her elbows, her head hung downwards, her hair falling forward making a black veil that almost entirely covered her fact. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she kept slamming back onto him, his finger doing its magic dance on her clit, making it throb and pulse. Panting heavily, she repeated over and over, in a breathless voice, "Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Teeth clenched hard enough for the muscles in his jaw to bulge, he hammered himself into her so hard the bed shook and creaked with every thrust. Snarling, his deep blue eyes flashed wildly. Digging his fingers into the bedding, he began grunting and growling, a sound similar to that of a wild animal exerting its' self.

Yawling, eyes squeezed tightly shut, she slammed back onto his cock with enough force that the whole bed shuddered. Then she ground her hips in a circular motion as her orgasm sent billowing waves of pure, lustful pleasure throughout her body.

Feeling her hot, wet pussy spasming around his tumid cock, as if it was trying to pull him in deeper, triggered his own climax. Slamming into her one last time, he threw his head back, his long, thick, dark blonde hair streaming down his back and howled loudly as he came. The sheer intensity of the orgasm make his whole body quake violently, shooting what felt like a gallon of cum into her.

Afterwards, they laid in bed, him on his back with her curled up to his side, arm draped over his moderately hairy chest, under her thick, homemade down quilt, resting. Running his thick fingers through her still damp and mussed up hair, he smiled. "Have you thought about what I asked you last time?"

Shifting around into a sitting position, she reclined against the pile of pillows then looked at him. "Yes, I've given it a great deal of thought as a matter of fact. But I still don't have an answer for you. What happens if your clan won't give your permission? Would they kick you out or kill you because of it? I mean, after all I'm human and they want nothing to do with my kind. How are they going to react to you if they find out you've been seeing me? "

Taking her hand, he gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about any of that. The worst that could happen is they would banish me. Since I'm not a pure werewolf I'm in something like purgatory, caught between two worlds. While I live with the clan I'm also an outsider, existing more on the fringes than anything else. Because of that fact I would be hard-pressed to find a werewolf mate; no self-respecting werewolf woman would consider me as a mate. It might actually come as a relief to everyone that I've found a mate of another species. That way they wouldn't have to worry about my lineage being passed along in the pure bloodlines." Leaning over, he kissed her softly then smiled. "Don't worry about them Lusty, if they don't like it or forbid the mating then I'll leave the clan. I don't care where I'm at, as long as it's with you."

Sighing, the corners of her mouth turned up, she turned onto her side, facing him, and draped her arm across his chest once again, resting her head on his shoulder. "Alright Blackie, I accept. It'll be an honor to be your wife."

Grinning from ear to ear, he hugged her close and kissed her on top of the head. "You won't regret your decision, I promise!"

Running her fingers through the slightly matted and still damp hair on his chest, she looked at him and smiled. "I know I won't. I love you Blackie."

Stroking her hair, he kissed the top of her head again then rested his cheek on it, smiling, "I love you too Lusty."