At what point did a human being stop being human? This strange question whirled inside Logan’s head, as power he didn’t knew he possessed propelled him forward at the couple copulating in front of him and the other two students.
Tunnel vision. The part of his brain that remained aware still warned him that he was about to commit an act that wouldn’t be easy to explain – or ever – later on. His entire body hummed with the essence of strength that should have only belonged to a beast or a mythical creature, not a man.
The vampire’s eyes – the student begging him to intervene had called that the man on the table, panting underneath another werewolf – flashed red and amber, calling for him. Logan lost all sense. With a growl, he swiped one hand, and his claws entered the flesh of the other changed and transformed man.
The werewolf, his instincts told him it was one of his kind, howled and finally dropped his prey to turn and face Logan.
Shouts and cries emerged from across the room, behind them, as he engaged in a battle with the other wolf. When Logan tried to speak so he could convey to this other beast what he wanted to say, all he managed were animalistic growls.
The vampire laughed, showing off his long fangs. Logan struggled to focus all his attention on him, but the other werewolf pounced at him, ready to give him back that scratch tenfold or more.
“Logan,” he heard Noel shouting, “get a fucking grip!”
The rush of blood to his head seemed to clear for a moment. He pushed his attacker away, smacking him against the nearby wall. The sound he heard made his stomach clench, but only for a moment. The beast inside him was struggling to secure victory, and it took him all his strength to keep it in check.
The student from before hurried to check on the beast on the ground. Logan’s eyes glazed over them, as another need, stronger than before, took hold of him.
“We’ll take care of him. Just take care of that asshole!” the student cried out.
Logan didn’t have to be told twice. His eyes narrowed as he took in the pale skin of the man lying on the table. It was so shocking to see Professor Veyr like this. Logan had only seen him buttoned up and properly covered by clothes. But he remembered, like in a flash of memory, the man’s too white hands and face, making such a contrast with his black clothes and raven-like hair.
“Come at me, beast,” Veyr cooed in a falsely alluring voice.
A siren’s song, Logan thought. His eyes searched the man’s body, taking in the harmonious shape of his body. But his attention was drawn the most between the vampire’s legs. His ass had been thoroughly used. It was leaking, and most likely the beast who had fucked him until now had given the vampire the contents of his balls without thinking twice.
That was dangerous, but why? What justified these worries taking root inside Logan’s mind? How did he know—
“Look at me, Hayes,” Veyr said, a sardonic smile in full display. “You beasts have only one thing on your minds: how to put your cocks inside a tight hot hole. I have one for you right now. You know, I had no idea that my power would grow if I only made the likes of you cum inside me. Thanks to these two useless students,” he gestured with his chin at the others in the room, “I now know how to replenish my waning forces. So come, Hayes. Come and give me your strong lycan knot.”
He had to. He needed to step closer, climb on top of that attractive body and stick his cock inside the enticing hole, already open and waiting to be invaded. His cock was getting so hard it hurt and it made it difficult to walk.
“He’s not going to give it to you.”
Despite the fog of desire taking over his mind, Logan recognized the voice.
“Logan,” Noel said gently, “you’re mine and I’m yours, remember?”
He had sunken his fangs into the young man’s shoulder. Logan remembered, but was it enough?
“Why would you want a scrawny boy when you can have me, Logan?” Veyr continued to call for him in his soft, seductive voice.
He needed to be inside that body. His nostrils flared as he detected the scent of the cum pouring out of the lily-white ass presenting itself to be plundered and taken. He’d never allow a bitch he owed to have another wolf’s pups. With a low growl, he pounced and in a single move, he sunk his cock to the hilt in the tight heat waiting for him.
“No, Logan, what are you doing?” Noel cried out in a terrified voice.
Strong arms caught him from behind, but he wouldn’t be denied such ecstasy. It belonged to him; he’d put the seeds for his progeny inside the warmth of the vampire’s body, because it was how things happened.
“What the fuck magical pussy has that scumbag between his legs?” someone else said.
It had to be that other student. Logan only registered the sounds, the meaning of the words fading, the more he pushed inside the hot body welcoming his cock. Soon, he’d reach his purpose; his knot would seal this bitch’s fate forever.
A sharp pain emerged from the back of his head.
“What the fuck?” the other student grunted. “Why’d you do that for?”
“Shut up and help,” Noel said. “I just need to hit him again--”
Logan turned with a bestial growl.
“Come back, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Veyr shouted. “Come back and give me your knot, you fucking stupid mutt!”
But Logan wanted blood now. His eyes had to be bloodshot by now, as he hurried to smack his entire mass against his attacker. Noel fell to the ground with Logan on top of him.
Logan was about to tear a chunk out of the student who had dared to attack him, but his maddened eyes met Noel’s briefly. In an instant, he saw a reflection of himself there: he looked like a mindless beast, and he was about to commit the gravest sin and destroy the one person that made him whole in the world.
His whine surprised him. Even after the recent events, he failed to understand his nature. Noel’s arms came slowly around him and pulled him close.
“What are you guys doing? That damned vampire is getting away!” the other student reproached.
Logan sensed his power waning. But it was alright, because it was getting replaced by something far more important. He was coming to his senses, the real ones, and it was happening only because Noel was kissing him gently.
“Oh, great, are you guys going for a full make-out session? We have an emergency on our hands, people.”
“Micah,” Noel said sternly, “I need to ground Logan or else he’s going to go nuts for that vampire. You don’t want the same thing that happened to your guy to happen to our professor, right?”
Micah – that had to be the other student’s name – scoffed in annoyance, but he seemed to understand the situation because he fell silent. Not entirely, as he appeared to tend to the beast Logan had smacked across the room. Between Noel’s kisses, and Micah’s soft whispers, he was slowly regaining his balance.
It wasn’t the place for it, but Logan needed to be inside his bitch. Noel helped him quickly until Logan managed to push his needy cock inside him. When the vampire had called for him with his siren song, Logan hadn’t wondered for a moment how his cock was out of his clothes. Now, he understood the mystery. The damned thing had broken through, ruining his pants.
It didn’t matter. He had his bitch. He was fucking Noel slowly, and he could tell that his bitch liked it like this.
Even though Noel whimpered and sometimes protested that it was too much, Logan knew that it was a matter for survival for them to continue to copulate and mate like this. He pressed down, using his body weight, but Noel didn’t seem to be in any discomfort.
“What’s going on?” someone asked in a groggy voice.
“Don’t you have two eyes?” Micah scolded the other. “That’s Professor Hayes, and that’s Noel. They are like us. And obviously, they are going at it, because why the fuck not?”
That Micah boy had a tongue on him, Logan thought. But nothing would stop him from knotting his bitch and holding Noel for a while. The boy had saved him from doing who knew what ungodly thing with that vampire.
The vampire. Logan was too caught up in kissing Noel and giving him all his saliva, along with his cum and knot, to check on their enemy. This attraction was stronger than the fear of danger, and while the rational part of him revolted against such an odd set of priorities, his body had a different agenda.
“And he disappeared,” Micah continued his commentary. “You’re busy getting knocked unconscious, Noel and Professor Hayes need to do the knotting thing, and I am the only one who worries that there’s a vampire with a bad need for dog cock running around the place in the buff. By the way, I might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but it’s obvious that the guy got stronger because you two dogs in heat fucked his loose hole.”
Logan kissed Noel harder. Albeit Micah was quite annoying with his incessant need to talk, he made a good point. With so many students out there transformed into beasts, Veyr had a high chance to become invincible.
With a frustrated grunt, he started to hurry. He slammed hard inside Noel, silently asking for his forgiveness because if they wanted to start following that damned vampire and catch him before he did who knew how much harm, they had to start acting now.
His knot grew sharply. He hadn’t experienced such a sensation before, despite all the searing hot sex he’d had with Noel since the start of this curse or madness. Noel whimpered, his eyes rolling in his head from too much pleasure. So, his bitch felt it, too.
Was it because of the bite? Logan had no idea; the beast living inside him had a few notions of it, but it was all hazy now as he began shooting hard inside his bitch.
“Is this how we look when we’re going at it?” Micah whispered.
His beast only grunted in reply. Logan squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the size of his knot. It was plugging Noel’s ass just right.
He collapsed with a heavy sigh on top of his bitch. Noel still trembled and whispered incoherent words while his dick spurted between their glued bodies.
***
“Are you guys finally done?” Micah asked.
Logan shook and blinked hard. What had happened? His head felt groggy and it took him some time to understand that he was still locked inside Noel’s tight ass. But his thoughts were clear, unlike before.
“Noel,” he said gently, “can I remove my knot from your ass?”
Noel gave him a stare of pure bliss. “You’re free to try, Logan,” he said somewhat playfully.
“Guys,” Micah moaned, “let’s not dally anymore. Jack here is getting hungry again, and he seemed to have lost it a little. Why did you have to go and cum inside that vampire’s ass?”
“Dunno,” came the grunt that served as a reply.
With slow caresses and kisses, Logan managed to pull away from Noel. Even so, when his knot came out, it did so with a lewd sound that remembered him he should still experience shame like any other human being.
Noel quickly put one hand at his behind and seemed in a hurry to get back into his clothes, too.
Logan ran a hand over his face and then braced himself to look at the other two boys in the room. The beast he had fought before looked okay. He had to be a student, as well. Logan didn’t know if he recognized the boy, behind that thick red beard.
Micah was a pretty boy with a foul mouth. Something told Logan that the beast in question must have stuffed that loose hole with his cock multiple times, and the thought alone was enough to make his cock twitch. Was this what he’d be from now on? A beast caught in a permanent state of arousal?
“Professor Hayes,” Micah said stiffly when his eyes met Logan’s, “I’m Micah Lorne and this is Jack Callahan.”
“Jack?” Logan blinked twice. “You were in my class last year, right?”
“Yes, sir,” the beast replied, although with difficulty.
“What happened with you two?”
Micah seemed ready to give a harsh reply but then he seemed to recall he needed to show some respect. “It’s all blurry, to be honest. But basically, it looks like the entire campus turned into a battlefield. Well, not exactly. A part of the guys turned into… lycans or whatever, and the rest of us into their bitches.”
Micah looked away, as if he couldn’t believe himself he was using that sort of language in front of a professor.
“It’s alright, Micah,” Logan said. “With everything going on, proper language is the last thing on our minds.”
“Yeah,” Micah snorted. He kept looking down, until Logan realized that the boy was openly staring at his cock. “Sorry,” he added, as soon as he realized he’d been caught.
“You used a term… lycan?” Logan said, covering his crotch with his shirt.
“Yeah. This weirdo, I mean Professor Veyr, is a vampire and wants to suck Rhett Donovan’s cock or whatever because Rhett is a lycan prince. He did all this, I’m sure. He’s responsible for it.”
“I know Rhett Donovan,” Logan said. “Noel, have you seen him lately? Have any of you?”
Micah shrugged. “The guy’s a loner. I can’t say. But Veyr wanted to lure him here, using my ass for it.”
Jack growled painfully at that.
“Yeah, now you care,” Micah reproached. “Anyway, Veyr was so convinced Rhett would come here on all fours to have a go at me. Only that I don’t think he counted on the entire campus going for bitches like this. And Rhett might have found himself a bitch. Just saying.”
“Why is that important?” Noel asked, expressing his curiosity.
“Because Veyr wants Rhett to himself, only that I don’t think it’s going to work that easily. Ah, he said that Rhett wouldn’t just mate with anyone because he wants love or some other crazy thing like that. Which I call bull,” Micah continued, “because everyone who turned into a lycan or whatever, clearly doesn’t care about stuff like that.”
“I love you,” Jack slurred the words.
Micah patted the beast on his fiery red head. “Sure you do. So, what’s the plan now, Professor Hayes?”
Logan nodded, resolute in his decision. “We must find Rhett Donovan. If he told you the truth, Veyr will seek him out. We need to get to him first. We should organize a search party--”
“There’s no need for that,” Noel interrupted him, coming back from the other room. Logan hadn’t noticed when he slipped out. “Rhett is outside, fighting a bunch of asshole. I think he needs our help.”
tbc
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