Werewolf & Vampire Poly (complete)

    For the last few years, you’ve been having dreams where you’re standing on the rocky crags of a mountain. You’re looking out over a small village, and you feel someone behind you. Their cold hands grab your wrist and pull you back into a cave. Outside is suddenly night and you hear the long, lone cry of a wolf.

    Sometimes the dreams are different, but they always end that way. A wolf howls as someone pulls you into a cave. The dreams are so specific with the surroundings that when you were at a museum, you recognized them from an old photograph. It’s uncanny, and you feel slightly on edge, but you know it exactly.

    The village is nestled in the Carpathian mountains in Romania. For so long, you’ve had these dreams that you want to see this place. You’ve saved up money for the travels and have even picked up extra jobs. 

    “You remember Niclas?” You mother asks.

    “Yeah,” you say with surprise. Niclas had been your next door neighbor growing up. He had been something a crybaby and had clung to you. You were the tallest girl in glass and you were used to fighting off your brothers. So little, scrawny Niclas stuck to you like you were his hero.

“Why do you bring him up?” You ask.

Your mother hands you a card. “Turns out, he’s become something of a survivalist,” she replies. “I saw his mother in the grocery store, and she was bragging about all the expeditions he’s been on. Said he’s working up to going to Everest.”

“Little bitty Niclas?” You scoff in disbelief. “The one who was afraid of cats?”

She nods. “I know! I was just as shocked as you are. She showed me his pictures,” your mother fans herself, which in itself is disconcerting.  “He has very much grown up. But anyways,” she taps the card she handed you. “I told his mom all about your trip you’re planning and she said to give him a call.”

You frown. “Niclas and I didn’t exactly part on good terms, mom,” you sigh. “I don’t think he’d want to help me.”

“Just ask him, for my sake,” your mom says. “Going on this trip, it’ll be good to have someone around who can, you know, keep you alive?”

You smile at her and nod. “Ok,” you murmur. “I’ll...try.”

You go to your room where you have maps and pictures of the Carpathian mountains hanging on the wall. You look at the card, seeing Niclas’ name emboldened on it. He has his email and phone number, as well as his social media accounts.

“Survivalist huh?” You check out his Instagram first, just to see what your mom was talking about. Most of the pictures were of his travels. Campsites, woods, mountains, snow, rivers, one picture was a very close up shot of a pack of wolves. Finally, you come across a picture of him.

“Holy fucking hell,” you whisper.

The Niclas you knew was scrawny, with these skinny easily snappable beanpole legs. He was timid and anxious with glasses bigger than his head. This Niclas was tall, hairy, built like a Roman statue, and with arms that could kill bears. 

“There’s no way,” you whisper.

You send a text message, hardly expecting anything back. After all, the two of you didn’t exactly have a fond farewell. During your last year of high school, Niclas had confessed his feelings to you. At the time, you were trying to get into your dream school and only saw Niclas as your friend. You turned him down, but things were awkward after that. Niclas grew distant and had even stopped coming to school for a long time.

When you found out you hadn’t gotten into your dream school, you were crushed. You went over to Niclas, crying your eyes out. When you told him he looked down at you.

“Good,” he scoffed.

This started a massive fight between the two of you, one that ended with you pushing him down the front stairs of his house. He ended up with a broken leg, and you never spoke again. You went off to college, and you figured that was the end of it. 

To your surprise, Niclas replied back rather quickly.

“My mom said you might contact. Glad you did.”

You're unsure how to answer from there. “I really need your help, Niclas,” you tell him. “I know we ended things badly. I want to make it up to you.”

“You have nothing to make up to me.” He answers. “I was an asshole. I took you not accepting my feels and materialized it all into hatred. To be honest, I’m glad you broke my leg.”

You furrow your brow. “I’ve been beating myself up over that for ages. Why are you happy?”

“Because it made me realize I didn’t need you. I got off my ass and became what I wanted to be. Listen, let's meet for breakfast tomorrow to talk this out. I’m in town, so it’s rather kismet.”

Kismet, you roll the word around in your head. It sounds so perfect. “How about Bricker’s?” You suggest. “Like the old days?”

“I’ll be there.” 

You arrive at Bricker’s at the agreed upon time the next day. You see Niclas sitting in the corner near the window. He’s drinking a coffee and already halfway through a stack of five pancakes. He looks fantastic in just a white shirt and jeans. You’re still so amazed that this is the Niclas you grew up protecting in school.

He sees you and stands up, he’s wearing thick glasses, but they look good on him. “It’s so good to see you,” he says, taking you into his bear killer arms.

You hate your life. Niclas smells so good, and his body is so hard and warm that you feel like a cliche in a Harlequin romance novel. You squeeze him back, enjoying the sensation as long as you can.

“You too,” you sigh then step back. “Look at you! Oh my god, what radioactive spider bit you?” You squeeze his arm as an indulgence. 

He shrugs and sits back down, digging into his pancakes. “People change all the time,” he says. “I’ve been this way longer than I was ever Sickless Niclas.”

You grimace then order your breakfast.

“So, Carpathian mountains,” Niclas says as he pushes his empty plate aside. “What made you want to travel there.”

You sigh, feeling embarrassed for your reasoning. Niclas was a trained professional who took his work seriously. You were some girl who wanted to backpack through these mountains because of a dream. Something wasn’t adding up.

“I don’t have the most amazing reason,” you admit. “In fact, I’m worried you’ll scoff at me and laugh if I tell you. Honestly, I just feel this driving need to be there. I have to go just to...just to know.”

He tilts his head. “Know what?”

You frown. “This dream I have-” you hesitate, waiting for his reaction. He has none, he just sits and waits for you to finish. “I’ve been having this dream,” you continue. “Almost every night for the last five years. I’m uhm-” you keep waiting for his reaction, but it never comes. “I’m on this mountain, and there’s a cave behind me. Someone is with me but I uhm...I never really see them,” you murmur. “They pull me back and then I hear a wolf howling.”

Niclas leans back. “At least it isn’t Bigfoot.”

You look up at him. “What?”

He smirks and shakes his head. “I’ve had people asking me to guide them on expeditions and hikes just for chasing cryptids,” he chuckles. “A dream is very low on the ridiculous things I’ve heard.”

“So you agree, it is ridiculous?” You chuckle.

Niclas shakes his head, a slight smirk on his lips. “Only a tiny bit,” he says. 

You look down at your coffee and then back up at him. “You said kismet the other day, and I think you’re right,” you murmur. “This all feels like it’s coming together too well. Or maybe. I don’t even know if you’re going to agree to it.”

“Of course I will,” Niclas sighs. “I kind of owe you.”

You shake your head. “You owe me nothing!”

“I was an asshole,” he says. “I mean, I still kind of am, but,” he sighs and shakes his head. “I treated your friendship to me like it was owed to me. I want to make it up to you.”

“I broke your leg!” You laugh.

“And it made me realize what I really wanted,” Niclas shrugs. “I’m where I’m at now because you pushed me down the stairs.”

You groan. “That still sounds awful.”

“Some people need it though,” Niclas replies. “It was what I needed. It knocked some grade A sense into me. I want to do this to help you, and I want my friend back.”

You smile at him, feeling tears prickling to the surface. “Ok then,” you chuckle. “Let’s do this.”

You start planning after that. Most evening you spend either with Niclas or messaging him. You agree to pay for his airfare and food, but he’s doing the work for you for free. 

 One evening after having spent hours discussing plans and routes you want to take, you look out the window to see lightning crashing. 

“Oh gosh,” you gasp. “I didn’t even realize it was raining.”

Niclas brings you a mug of hot coffee. “Do you want to wait it out?” He asks. “You can stay the night if you’d like.”

You take the coffee and smile up at him. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You wouldn’t be at all,” he smirks. “You can have my bed. I rarely use it.”

“I couldn’t do that,” you chuckle. “What do you mean, rarely use it?”

Niclas huffs as he sits back down. “Insomnia,” he grumbles. “Been going through a bought of it lately, so I usually stay up and do whatever.”

Thunder roars outside, and you look back out the window, watching the rainfall in the glow of the streetlamp. 

“Tell me more about your dream,” Niclas says softly. “Like, what do you feel when you have it? Are you scared? Angry?”

You think for a moment. “I’m not either,” you murmur. “I feel more worried than anything.” You look back up at him, gazing in his dark, brown eyes. “I feel like I do when I can’t find my dog,” you admit. “I feel like there’s something lost and I’m waiting on it to come back home.”

“What about the person who is with you?” Niclas asks. “They grab you and pull you inside.”

“I think they’re worried too,” you murmur. “They pull me inside to protect me, not to hurt me. Like I said, I sense no danger, and I’m not scared in my dream. It all feels like waiting.”

“Waiting?” Niclas murmurs.

You look up at him as he kisses you. You lean into his kiss and place your hands on either side of his neck. His kiss deepens, and he picks you up off the chair, your legs wrapped around his waist. You hold on to him, moaning and gasping as he carries you to bed. 

He throws you onto the bed, and you bounce and giggle. He laughs too, ripping off his shirt and covering your with his body. You meet his hungry kiss. He bites your lip, and his teeth feel strangely sharp. He kisses down your body, tugging away your jeans and he breathes heavily as he rubs his nose to your panties.

“Niclas,” you moan.

His eyes look up at you, and they’re glowing bright yellow. You gasp, sitting up quickly and pulling your legs to your chest. “Niclas,” you gasp in fear. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, panting hard and snarling. “Do you see me?” He growls, his voice sounds darker and warped. You notice his body is changing. His shoulders look heftier, he’s growing hair all over. In the light of the window, you see a tail swish back and forth. The bed dips with new weight, and he inches closer to you.

“Look at me,” he snarls. “The real me.”

You tremble with fear as he touches your cheek. You feel claws and thick fingers, and a rough pad. His fur is soft, and he smells the same. You look up at him, meeting his glowing eyes again.

You touch his hand and trail your fingers up his arm. “I don’t understand.” You whisper.

He leans in, and you feel a cold, wet nose on your cheek. He kisses you softly, and you meet it. You run your fingers through the thick pelt of his chest and feel the hammering of his heart. 

“I am a monster,” he moans softly. “But I will never hurt you. I needed you to know me,” he whispers. “The real me.” He kisses you again.

You touch his face studying the features of it. “Are you a werewolf?” Your breath shudders.

“Yes,” he whispers. 

“You laughed at Bigfoot,” you murmur.

He ducks his head and laughs. He pushes you back down onto the bed. “Because it’s Bigfoot, and I’m right here.” He kisses your neck, dragging sharp teeth down your skin. “I’m in your hands.”

“When did this happen?” You ask. “I mean...have you always been this way?”

He lays down beside you, looking into your eyes. “Always,” he murmurs. “It’s a family trait.” He touches your cheek and runs his fingers through your hair. 

“So even back when we were kids?” You gasp.

He nods. “Even when I was in my wolf form, I looked like a chihuahua. All skinny and short and shivering.”

You chuckle. “Sorry, uhm-”

“No it’s ok, I laugh at it.” He brushes the pad of his thumb along your lips. “I wanted you to know because my feelings for you came back,” he says. “And if anything happened on the trip, I didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

You take hold of his hand. “I’m glad you told me,” you whisper to him. “I had a feeling something was building, but I didn’t realize it was this.”

Niclas chuckles. “You’re taking this rather well.”

You stop for a moment. You really are. You should be freaked out about this. You should have run screaming. But no. You feel safe with Niclas, you almost feel like you already knew. You squeeze his hand and kiss his palm.

“It’s you, Niclas,” you murmur. “Even if you were Bigfoot, I’d still be here.”

He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight.

You wake up in the morning next to a very naked Niclas. He’s snoring loudly and has his hand over your breast. You chuckle, leaning in and kissing him softly. He wakes with a start, sitting up and looking around.

“What the hell?” He pants.

“Easy big boy,” you sit up. “You fell asleep.”

He seems shocked by this. “I did?”

You kiss his cheek. “Don’t you remember?”

He turns and looks at you, his eyes soft. “I remember,” he smiles softly. He touches your cheek. “I didn’t get to eat you like I wanted.”

Your cheeks burn, and his phone rings. He gets up to answer it, and you admire his bare ass while he stands in the doorway talking. 

Your trip is in a few weeks, and while the sexual tension hangs thick around the both of you, things seem to keep getting in the way of the two of you having a little nooky. By the time you’re ready to leave, the sexting has gotten heavy between the both of you.

On the plane, Niclas seems nervous. He’s clutching your hand tight, and he has his eyes closed. 

“Are you scared of flying?” You ask him.

He grunts, looking beyond irritated. “I think to myself every time I’ll be ok, but it never is,” he grumbles. “I always get scared and nervous, and I hate it.”

You squeeze his hand tight. “This makes me feel a little bit better,” you say. “Seeing you this anxious makes my nerves go down. It also makes me realize the old Niclas is still in there,” you chuckle.

He bites your cheek in retaliation. “I’ll remember that when I’m fucking you in the woods,” he snarls into your ear and your face instantly goes flaming hot.

The pilot comes on over the intercom, and you barely pay attention to anything anyone says. As the plane takes off, Niclas’s squeezes your hand so hard you feel he might break your fingers. Once you’re in the air, he visibly clams down.

The flight it long, so by the time your reach Europe you’re exhausted beyond belief. The two of you get a hotel near the airport. Once there, you flop into the bed as Niclas orders food for you both.

You lay back on the bed, listening to him order over the phone. He’s using the native language, and you find yourself going to sleep.

You wake up in a dream, looking around you see candles everywhere. They’re on the stone walls, the floor. The wax melting down already caked on wax. You stands up, glancing towards the entrance of the cave. Your heart is racing, and you smell smoke.

A hand touches your shoulder, and you turn around. You look up at a man who is tall and lithe. His skin is white like milk and his long hair cascades down his naked body. You reach for him, and he pulls you into his arms. 

“Don’t be scared my love,” he whispers. “I’m here. I’m waiting.”

You look up into his eyes. “I’m coming,” you say. “Gavril,” you whimper his name. “Don’t cry,” you touch his cheek as tears of blood streak down his eyes. 

“It’s been so long,” he whispers. “Say it again.”

“Gavril,” you whisper.

“Who?” Niclas asks.

You gasp and sit up, looking around the room and seeing Niclas with the room service tray. You sigh, touching your face. “I feel asleep.”

Niclas comes over to you. “You said something,” he replies. “A name.”

You furrow your brow. “Did I?”

“Gavril,” he murmurs. “Were you dreaming?”

You glance to the window, seeing the curtains are open and the moon is big and full. You look back to Niclas. “I was-” you say.

“Was it the same dream again?” He seems anxious to know.

You nod, not wanting to share with him just yet. “Yeah. Same dream.”

Niclas frowns then stands up. “Well, food is here. You best eat before you pass out again. We’ll be starting the first leg of our journey tomorrow. So no nice meals like this for a while.”

You smile and join him at the table. Your dream still haunts you. Gavril and his beautiful, sad face especially.

After eating you crawl into bed with Niclas. You really want to fall asleep, but you’re also afraid of the dreams you may have. You take a slow, deep breath and close your eyes, snuggling into the pillow as Niclas’s arms hold you.

You feel Niclas’s nose in your hair. He sniffs, and his hands tighten on you. You sigh softly, letting him touch and inch in closer. You feel his sharp teeth at the nape of your neck, and you mewl gently.

“We really should try to sleep,” you murmur. Although, you’re grateful for his offer to not sleep.

Niclas growls in your ear, the low rumbling sound vibrates in his chest. “We should.” His hands slips between your legs, rubbing you through your panties. “But the moon is high,” he pants. “It’s got my blood boiling.”

You bite your lip as his strong fingers knead you, awakening your aching desire for him. You give in to his touches, rubbing your ass to his lap and feeling his already hefty girth. He bites your neck, cupping his hand over your mouth as you moan.

He turns your head back, kissing you and moving himself over you. He strips away your clothes and towers above you. He strokes his hand down your chest, breathing hard. He pushes your panties to the side, and his fingers press against you.

You whimper, wriggling as you feel him stir up your wetness. He remain still, only his fingers working on your slit. He bites his lip, moaning to himself. His fingers ease inside, and you quiver at the intrusion. You squeeze around him, meeting his eyes.

He gives you a devilish smirk. “We should be sleeping,” he tosses back at you.

“Make me tired then,” you whisper to him.

He chuckles and eases down, kissing you as his fingers slip out. You then feel his cock rubbing against you. You hook your leg around him, using your foot to urge him forward. He coats himself in your cream before he slips inside.

You gasp softly, and his mouth mirrors yours. He moans and pushes deep, stuffing you full. He stills for a moment, kissing you and touching your neck.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he moans.

You put your arms around him, resting your hands on his broad back. “How is it?” You whisper.

Niclas kisses you again. “I feel like I’ve earned it now,” he moans as he starts to move.

You chuckle, kissing him and gasping as he moves inside you. “You’re big,” you shiver. “Oh fuck,” you grab to his shoulders.

Niclas chuckles darkly. “All the better to make you cum, my dear.”

You giggle softly then moan loudly as his fingers rubs against your clit. He pushes deeper, pulling out and then shoving back in. He goes slow, then goes fast and rough, going slow again to torture you. He kisses you often, moaning and whispering into your ear. 

You close your eyes, arching your back and pressing against him. Something feels strange. Niclas was hairy, but the chest you feel is smooth. You open your eyes again, looking up at Gavril. You touch his face, and he kisses your palm. His tongue licks between your fingers as he gazes into your eyes.

    “Gavril,” you whisper.

    He dips down, kissing you softly. “My love,” he moans. 

    You touch his face, feeling the slits that go from the corners of his mouth and back to his ears. “Drink,” you whisper. You lay back and stroke your neck. “Please.”

    He moans, easing down and unhinging his jaw. His teeth puncture your skin, and he moans. He holds you tight, his hips thrusting harder and deeper inside you. You cry out as he drinks your blood.

    “I’m going to cum,” Niclas snarls in your ear.

    You snap to your senses, feeling Niclas on top of your again. You hold fast to him and bury your face in his neck. “Niclas,” you moan.

    He growls and snarls, his movements becoming animalistic and hard. He drives deep inside you, bucking you and nearly making your head hit the wall. You cry out, feeling yourself tipping over the edge with him. You drag your nails down his back as you fall, gasping and choking on your own voice.

    Niclas pulls out quickly, cumming on your belly. He snarls and moans, gasping as he strokes the last few drops from himself.

“Uh oh,” he gulps.

    “Uh oh?” You sit up and reach for the bedside lamp. “What do you mean uh oh?” As the light comes on you, see Niclas’s hand is smeared with blood. Looking further down you see the sheets look like a Jackson Pollock painting. 

    “Oh shit,” you scoff. “Of course it’s early.” You get up out of the bed and rip the sheets off, grateful the blood didn’t stain through.

    “Are you ok?” Niclas asks.

    You toss the sheets down and go to the bathroom. “Yeah,” you scoff as you turn the shower on. “I’m fine just-” you look at yourself in the mirror. You see something on your neck, almost like little bug bites. You touch your neck as Niclas walks in with you.

“It’s just my period,” you grumble.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” He murmurs, following you into the shower.

“It’s early,” you mutter. “Really early.”

He rubs your thighs, washing away the blood there. “How early?”

You frown as you do the math in your head. You’ve never been one to keep track, but you know this is a wild and strange occurrence. “Two weeks,” you whisper.

“Is that normal?” Niclas asks.

You shake your head. “No. It’s not,” you pout.

He kisses your cheek. “It’ll be ok.”

You look up at Niclas, and you smile. “I know,” you chuckle. “It’s just a nasty surprise is all. A bad trick.” You put your arms around him. 

After the shower and finding your supplies, you get back into bed. Niclas curls up behind you, holding you again as he falls to sleep right away. You struggle, not wanting to close your eyes and see Gavril again. You don’t know who or what he is, but he seems so sad. You feel close to him, almost in love. His sad, dark eyes haunt you with his beauty.

You touch your neck again, remembering his bite. He felt different inside you, while Niclas was thick, Gavril was long. His stroke pushes so deep inside you it felt like he was trying to hit your stomach. You bite your lip, realizing how aroused you were getting at the memory.

You eventually fall asleep, thankful that no more dreams plague you. Come morning, you and Niclas pack up, heading out for the trail.

“You ready?” He asks, holding his hand out to you.

“No,” you sigh and take his hand. “But it’s now or never.”

Niclas squeezes his hand around yours and pulls you close, kissing you. When you look into his eyes, something seems strange. You wonder if he knows Gavril, he seemed suspicious yesterday after your dream. You just smile, shaking off the thought and following him into the woods.