As Manon had swapped himself for Mecca, Mecca had traded himself for Salvo Sancomedor, and as Salvo, gone to club x-tech. He was fitting everyone Willow knew or was connected to into the puzzle he was building, his little kingdom of corruption, and what better way to begin than to start with those who were most remotely linked to her, and most closely connected to himself? He began with Cabron. Salvo was a steamy italian/latino who was as sexy as he was ruthless. His eyes had crawled over Cabron in a way which had made the werewolf tense, and when Cabron had handed his ID back to him (he could have easily been too young to get in), Salvo's arm had coiled his waist and he had leaned in to whisper to him. "I remember you. You are far sexier in person, pero en más buen mozo a vasto desnudo." Cabron did not understand the Spanish end of the stranger's comment, but gave no indication of his ignorance. He did not care to hear it past 'you are far sexier in person'. The man then laughed and released Cabron's arm to lose himself in the crowd thereafter. Salvo, like the rest of his counterparts, was patient. He waited until Cabron's replacement came. He waited until Cabron had polished off six drinks at the bar and then headed for the restroom to take a piss. He waited until he had drank six more and went back, and it was then Salvo left the dance floor and went to the restroom. Cabron had just zipped up his pants when Salvo entered the bathroom to shut the door. The lights seemed to dim as Salvo sunk Cabron with himself into the shadow realm. They were still in the same room, and yet they were not, as the black veil covered them over to conceal them from sight, sense, and hearing. If Cabron's wife came looking for him, she could walk circles around them, and not even see even, while Cabron would be able to see her, but Salvo wanted her to see...Because from the outside looking in, it would look like Cabron submitted to Salvo's desires. Indeed, Cabron was too inexperienced to even know when he was being dominated. Salvo lived for corruption and chaos. If Kierstian came into the club looking for Cabron, Salvo would lock onto that voice calling for him, those thoughts seeking him, and he would show her...show her a mental image of exactly what Cabron was up to.
Cabron spun around as he caught the man's scent, his eyes darting around as the light suddenly faded as if a shade had been pulled, and he felt for a moment as if he were falling, whereof his dark eyes pinned the vampire with a stoic burn. As Salvo stepped towards him, Cabron shook his head and thrust his palm towards him in a halting motion. "Stay away from me, man!" half growled.
Salvo only smiled and continued to move forward, his own hands sweeping upward to capture Cabron's palm in his svelt fingers, whereof he kissed Cabron's fingertips and suckled his index finger, his eyes locked on the werewolf as he did so. He felt Cabron tense and saw confusion fill his eyes. Such beautiful confusion. Then, Cabron swung at him violently, his rage blind, in the next instant. Salvo caught his arm with a far superior strength, his focus exacting, and wrenched it around to force Cabron to turn or have his arm broken.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wish only to **** you until all you can see is bliss," his tones oozing a seductive presence which began to seep through the cracks in Cabron's will as the vampire rubbed himself against the werewolf provocatively after pinning him against the wall, the press of Salvo's body dominating against his back. Cabron struggled, but he was no match for the ancient vampire who used Cabron's shame against him to dominate his will before he could take wolf form. Salvo planned to seduce Cabron, to rape him with ecstasy, and introduce just enough pain to make it more splendid. "Do not fight it, you sexy man-wolf slut. You want it...You know you do. You are dying to feel me, any man, buried inside of you. Why fight it...Embrace it, the desire, the need, the pleasure. Love yourself for being so deliciously sinful." Salvo grew excited as Cabron struggled again, only for his breath to shatter afterwards as he relented to Salvo's powerful domination of his will. "Take your pants off," Salvo whispered to him breathlessly.
Cabron's hands were shaking as he unbuckled, unsnapped, unzipped, and dropped his pants. The layers of furs which Salvo lowered him to on his knees was an illusion, as he began to reconstruct reality for Cabron. The furs felt real to Cabron, but his knees met with the hard tiles of a floor that he could not feel because his mind believed in the reality Salvo created for him. Salvo maintained control by binding Cabron's wrists together behind his back with a piece of cord, and the agonized whimpers of raw need which escaped the wolf-kin when he thrust his fingers inside of him and began stroking his ****, thrilled Salvo. Soon he pressed the head of his cruelly large member inside of Cabron, their groans melting together. Salvo could have shown him horrible agony, but he had no desire to. Pleasure was a better tool for corruption. He saved horror for those he killed, or for slaves he had hooked beyond escape. Salvo was ginger with him and by the time he was buried to the hilt inside of Cabron, the werewolf's body begged for each thrust. His cries and sobs echoed his elation, his relief. Salvo recognized the relief the werewolf felt to finally fill that need he had denied for so long. When Cabron approached climax, he began to sob and weep Kierstian's name, begging her to forgive him. Salvo buried himself inside of Cabron to press and stir as he whispered to him. "If she really loves you...She will love seeing you get ****ed...It will turn her on...I wish my thrusts were pumping you inside of her...Oh yeah...you man slut, you ****ing whore..." He could feel Cabron's pulse begin to race with the dirty talk. There was no denying that it excited him. "You want Brian don't you...Tell me the truth...You fear him...avoid him, because you want to be his sub again..."
Cabron shook his head and bowed it hiw brow against the furs, the tile floor. "No..." he breathed.
"You cannot lie to me. You are terrified of your own desires. You deny who you really are, try to be the man you think everyone else expects you to be."
"No!!" Cabron howled, then his voice shatted into a wail of bliss as he nearly orgasmed.
Salvo laughed and the hand which pumped the werewolf's rod, with what manifested to Cabron's mind as oral pleasures, enveloped his tool with immensely intense jolts and pulses of pleasure. "Do not deny the truth, Cabron...You have imagined Brian ****ing you while you **** her..." the vampire hissed, his will giving Cabron's another shove as he impaled him again.
Salvo smiled as Cabron's breath shivered and he whispered..."Yes..." in shuddering tones. "He is handsome...beautiful," Salvo whispered in return, and as he himself orgasmed, he bled inside of him, using his member as a tool to enslave him with, to channel his own blood.
"Yes," Cabron wept.
"You desire him...but fear your love for him."
"Yes..." Cabron broke down weeping, sobbing, wailing, as he orgasmed while his emotions were being shredded.
The vampire had Cabron so neatly tied up, and unraveled at the same time, that the boy could not even wrap his mind around this stranger knowing Brian and his uncle. "Brian still desires you...Has longed for you...Grieved for you...Why deny him? You are the only one he ever loved. You will not deny him anymore. You have no wish to. You will not deny your true desires and needs anymore," these thoughts, these seeds planted deep within Cabron's mind and will as Salvo breathed the words into his ear all the while he sustained the werewolf with multiple orgams, until his phallus was contracting with dry pulses which hurt and felt too good to bear at the same time. He begged Salvo to stop, but he kept screwing him while maintaining that lucid delusion of perpetual bliss. "Your wife will love seeing you get ****ed while ****ing her...Make her love it..." He told him and then Leon and Louis entered the bathroom, their eyes sweeping the place with rapt alertness. Salvo jerked himself out of Cabron and then made a leap through the shadows across town, and as he did so, Cabron collapsed to the floor, sobbing miserably, his body still shaking with sexual tremors as he was lifted out of the shadows and into plain veiw. The only thing hiding him was a toilet stall's wall. His clothing was gone. Salvo had taken in. When Louis found him, he could not look at his boss, and did not even feel the strength in himself to move, so he just remained curled on the cool, marble floor, his knees bleeding, some of the tiles smeared with his blood.
If Keirstian was there and came forward to enter Cabron's line of vision? Cabron would lurch suddenly and throw himself at her feet to cling to her, as he begged her to forgive him, sobbing all the while he pawed at her legs. It would be some time before he calmed from his hysterical state of sex induced guilt. He had no idea that he had been dominated by a very ancient avari vampire, who lusted for corruption and chaos, and that he was just one of his many victims.
Kierstian was late. She'd planned on being there when he got off work, but things with the children and her developing pregnancy had her quite late indeed. Dressed comfortably in a pair of loose bondage pants, strap up buckle boots, a plain black sweater and a heavy garment like a cape wrapped about her, she made her way, finally, to X. It had been snowing outside and every time she tried to walk out of the house, Mick, Dan or Jerry would hollar for something else, or the babies wouldn't stop crying. Some times, she was sure her little girl saw things that no one else did.......
Kierstian smiled at the guy manning the door and whisked by him without ever pulling out her ID. The man knew her plenty well enough, and knew she wouldn't drink a lick of the fire water. The moment she was fully inside the club, she knew something was wrong. Cabron's....attacker..was already gone, but she could smell sex and blood on the air. Smells of Cabron, perhaps the only reason she could smell it over everyone else. Rather than taking her poncho-like winter coat off, she very nearly flew across the club, her coat flapping at her heels as she moved. People jumped out of her way, left and right...others got slammed into, knocked a few feet away by her shoulders. She followed the smell to the bathroom and heard the distressed sounds of her beloved. Not bothering to knock, she came crashing into the bathroom and past the two who had come to check on the man they withdrew from the shadows. Her eyes were feral, fur nearly sprouting from her features, ready to tear into whomever had dared touch her beloved. She came to a halt, nearly slamming into the men's room wall when she saw him.
"By the forests, my love..are you okay?" Her voice was tender, the feral qualities so swiftly held in check. Her coat's single button was released and swung from her shoulders and swiftly wrapped around him. Care and a little bit of fear scented her and she was on her knees before him, holding him, hushing him slightly, and clutching him to her like she couldn't keep him safe enough. "Oh my love...who brought you down to this? Who has you sobbing in yer own blood? I would kill him..."
Her voice was soft but promising, soothing and loving. That ever present motherly fashion showing itself in her. "Just tell me how to find him.."
Cabron tried to ground himself as Kierstian wrapped her coat around his nude frame, a detached shake of his head given in answer to her question of whether he was alright. "I...phucked up...I...I did the last thing I could ever imagine myself doing...I...don't even know who I am any more," he spoke this beneath breaths rushed by the panick he felt. His worst of all fears was losing Kierstian, so his panic was completely natural. An anguished expression creased his handsome face as his beautiful mate asked him who brought him to this and commented that she would kill them. His brows knitted to thin his eyes on her with painful remorse. "I brought myself to this...I let a stranger phuck me...I let him!!" he roared angrily, whereof his brows then creased deeper and he cast his gaze to the floor, the confusion in his eyes as vivid as it was on his expression. He was shocked by his own actions. "I don't...I don't know his name...I have no idea where to find him...I do not want to know his ****ing name!!" He then buried his head beneath his own arms. Tendons began to stretch and tear and his rib cage to expand in those painful beginnings to a shift. "I cannot lose you, Kierstian...I could not withstand it..." his grievous voice suddenly very husky.
Leon observed the lupus with a calculating eye, every expression and tone the werewolf betrayed absorbed by the vampire. ~"The fool is changing!"~ he cried out to Louis telepathically as Cabron's body began to pop and crack therein that physical distortion, at what time the egyptian blood grabbed Cabron by his shoulders and drove him back forcefully into the stall to slam the door, and thereafter he plunged himself, Kierstian and Cabron through the veil of shadows. Leon informed Louis that he was taking his bouncer to the VIP lounge. Kierstian would feel like she was falling, while the world around her was shrouded in a blur of shadows, darkened glimpses of all the rooms they passed between. It was cold as well, but as quickly as everything had gone dark and chilly, the shadows faded and she would feel an elevated sensation as they emerged standing in another room altogether. Leon drug Cabron over to a very comfortable couch in the VIP lounge and shoved him down there. "Control it!" He barked at Cabron. The struggle was feirce for Cabron. The moon was so close to full, and he wanted to get as far from his human side as possible. "Unless you want to be caged, control it!!" Leon roared. When Cabron started panting, and his face began to contort and elongate, Leon leaned in close to him, his own dark eyes burning into Cabron's. A vampire had to have a lot of guts to get in a werewolf's face while he was changing. "I can help you...But not as a wolf...I cannot help you as a wolf," he whispered, his breaths passionate. Cabron's back arched and snapped him back against the sofa's backrest, as he struggled for possession of himself. He barely overcame his own need to become a wolf. Kierstian's touch and voice alone would permit him to yield to Leon. Otherwise, he would metamorphose into a large, black timber wolf, which would not leave Kierstian's side.
