Van Helsing's Castle 2, page 5
“There were once many Van Helsings,” Vania explained. “But, about fifty years ago, cosmically-significant beings known as the Outer Gods tried to purge the Holy Bloodlines from existence.”
“Who were they?” I asked, covering my body in soap suds. “What was their motivation?”
“They believed that only those of significant Bloodlines could be used to counter their ultimate takeover of the multiverse—or so Cedric claimed in his research.”
I nodded. “I think I have a copy of his journal. I tried reading it, but it was in Romanian or something.”
“I know,” Vania said through a tone like a longing sigh. “Another thing I must do someday—translate it for you.”
“Give me the cliff notes,” I chuckled as I showered. “What do I really need to know?”
“It’s hard to say,” Vania answered, her voice tense. “I am not trying to hold anything back from you—your father was not a good man. I don’t know the circumstances which led to your conception, but I know he was aware of you. I know because, on his deathbed, he asked for us to find you and bequeath me to you.”
“But you were just—like, not even fully formed back then, right?” I asked, remembering the strange shape her core was in when I first met her. She was far from the powerful, complex, intelligent being she is now.
“Correct—my powers were limited, and while Cedric lived, he and I only spoke at length a few times, but I heard him mumbling to himself quite often. The longest conversation we ever had was the day he died.”
“How did he die?” I asked.
“A poison that had infected him from a monster girl he rescued a few weeks before. I had no antidote, but I did have some medicines I hoped would help. They slowed down the inevitable—that was all.”
“At least he had the time to tell you what to do,” I remarked, chilled by the thought of how different things would be if he had died on the spot.
“Agreed.”
I frowned, getting out of the shower. I toweled off and grabbed my razor, lifting it to my face. I shaved my stubble as I continued the conversation. “V, babe,” I said, “you told me he was not a good man.”
“He was a vile man.”
I laughed. “So you hated him?”
“I hated everything about him but his mission. He had no respect for the girls he saved. He only did it out of a sense of cosmic duty. He was a person of principle, but a wicked, wicked man.”
I scowled in disgust. “Do I want to know—how did he treat the other girls?”
“He never knew Tilly, and we only had Dusky a short time before he died,” she said, calming me somewhat, “and he avoided her.”
“What about other monster girls? The ones in the Badlands? Some of them love him, right?”
“Some, yes. Others were sycophants out of fear. He never kept any girls in the castle, banishing them to the Badlands, save for Dusky.”
“Because of her portal powers?”
“Correct,” Vania replied. “In some cases, your father didn’t rescue monster girls so much as he abducted them—for their own good, perhaps, but he certainly didn’t bother to convince them of the fact. He wasn’t afraid to knock them out, tie them up, break some bones—he was a brutal, horrid hunter.”
I bit my lip in shame. “I’m afraid that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Nonsense,” Vania cooed soothingly. Her naked Bride-Shape emerged from the walls, embracing me from behind. I saw her reflection in the mirror, so I wasn’t surprised by her touch. She was pleasantly warm, her golden hair luscious and beautiful, tickling my pecs as it fell over my shoulders. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. As though she couldn’t embrace me tightly enough, she grew two more pairs of arms to hug me even more completely. “I see who you really are.”
“I’ve been brutal, too,” I confessed to her, reaching back and stroking Vania’s pale cheek. She nuzzled my finger, still smiling.
“I can’t imagine you ever harming me in a million years,” Vania noted. “Or Dusky, Tilly, Tasha, Angelica, or Shelley.”
I nodded slowly at that. “True,” I agreed. “My horribleness is reserved for others.”
“For who?” she asked.
I considered the question. “For people in the way,” I muttered with a shrug, “or those who have wronged me.”
“If Dusky got in the way—if she switched sides, could you—”
“She wouldn’t,” I said, cutting off the stupid joke.
Vania shook her pretty head. “Humor me, my love. If Dusky betrayed you and acted against you—could you hurt her?”
I didn’t even have to think. “No,” I said.
“You’re no monster, then. Not like your father. You care deeply and unconditionally, but not indiscriminately. Your father loved no one. Not even himself.”
Something was nagging at me. I paused as I finished scrubbing, Vania helping with her own adventurous hands. “You didn’t know about Emmy,” I recalled.
She nodded, her face squinting into a tight frown.
“Does that mean Cedric didn’t know about her, too?” I asked.
“Talking about her gets you worked up, Nathan,” she breathed, nibbling my ear.
“I’m fine,” I insisted, and it was true. I was more curious than anything else at the moment.
“I do believe he had no idea about her,” Vania confessed with a whisper, biting her lip.
“There may be clues about where she came from and who her mother is in the journal,” I noted.
“Perhaps,” Vania agreed, sucking on an ear lobe. “Let me take you to bed—I’ll help you sleep properly.”
I shook my head, caressing one of her six hands. “I’m already up. I should write in my own journal for a bit, and then check on the monk we kidnapped.”
Vania giggled impishly. “He’s not doing too well.”
“The portal sickness has taken hold?”
She nodded.
“Good. I want him to be as uncomfortable as possible. The portal sickness may also slow down his regenerative powers.”
“It might,” Vania agreed, though she didn’t sound convinced. “It’s hard to say what effects it will have; it varies from person to person.”
With that, I freed myself from her tempting embrace and got dressed. Walking back out into my own room, I crossed in front of the lit hearth and seated myself at my desk. Next, I opened up my journal and started recording every detail of the mission, as well as my conversation with Vania.
There was a creaking noise from behind me, and I let out a resigned sigh as I heard the sounds of monster girl paws scampering across the room, then a pair of giggles echoing in my chamber.
Dusky leapt up onto my desk, dressed only in a see-through white tank top and a pair of lacy red panties. She lay right on top of my hands and journal and started purring, looking at me and batting me playfully with her paws.
“Whatcha doing, boyfriend?” she said, grinning with naughtiness in her eyes.
Tasha was at my feet. She got up on her knees and dropped a red ball onto my lap. She didn’t bother to speak.
I frowned. “Vania—how did they get in?”
“I may have forgotten to lock the door again, my love,” she confessed. “Perhaps just play with them for a while and get it out of their system?”
I picked up the ball and threw it, and Tasha darted after it instantly. Then, turning my attention to the bratty catgirl, I only tossed her a scowl.
“I’m busy,” I told her. “I thought we nailed down some pretty clear rules.”
“But it’s an emergency!” Dusky assured me as she adjusted her position on my desk so that she was right in front of me. She threw her legs over my shoulder and pulled my face closer to her panties. “Look how wet I am!”
“Being horny isn’t an emergency,” I said with a heavy sigh.
“Your kitty’s kitty is absolutely soaked.” She pouted unrelentingly and made a little whine. “Puh-lease?”
Tasha returned with the ball. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Are we playing ‘find the treat?’”
Dusky grinned, pulling her panties to the side, displaying a shamelessly wet little catgirl slit. “Something like that.”
I couldn’t help it. My scowl broke into a grin. “Fuck it. Alright, one round, and then you let me finish my journaling.”
“I’ll give you something to journal about, master,” Dusky giggled, already reaching to remove her tank top.
Tasha cleared her throat. “I am absolutely on board with this—but let’s all agree that Nathan should throw the ball one more time first. Maybe twice, if the need arises. We’ll see how we feel after the next throw.”
I smirked at Tasha, scratching her behind the ears. Her eyes rolled back in bliss.
“This is good, too,” she moaned.
I chuckled to myself as Dusky pulled my face against her mound with her legs. “Yes. This is good.”
Chapter six
Cat and Dog
We ended up on the floor in front of the fireplace. Having hastily shed our clothes, I lay on my back on a bearskin rug as Tasha straddled me at the waist. Dusky was facing Tasha, sitting behind me—kind of. My head was in Dusky’s naked lap, my dark hair dangling against the wetness of her lower lips.
“I have to admit,” I started, “of all the ways to be distracted from my work, this is the best.”
“I want to kiss you,” Dusky whined, looking down at me as she bit her lips. Her sharp canine teeth glinted in the firelight as she studied me like the tastiest of morsels.
“Why don’t you kiss Tasha first,” I suggested, “that way I can taste you both at the same time.”
She didn’t bother to say anything to that—she just obeyed. Leaning forward, she wrapped her paw-like hands around Tasha’s head and pulled the wolf girl’s lips against her own. From below, I watched them passionately embrace, their breasts swaying and dangling over my face as they bent forward. I reached up and pinched Dusky’s nipples playfully, which made her meow cutely into Tasha’s mouth. I punished Tasha’s nipples a bit more roughly—that’s how she liked it. She just moaned in reply.
Soon a couple drops of their kiss-spit had dribbled onto their tits, and I took that as a sign that things were getting properly started. Dusky, however, seemed to disagree.
She pulled back from the kiss and scowled at me. “Enough,” she whined, “I’m not kissing her one more second until you let me have a taste of you.”
Tasha looked slightly offended for the tiniest of moments, but she shrugged the slight off with a giggle and got on her knees between my legs.
“Fine.” I sighed as though I’d been bested, “For every ten seconds you kissed her, you can have one second with me.” I looked up at her face, relishing the irritated expression that graced her countenance.
Dusky made an indignant squeak, her tail lashing angrily behind her. It knocked over my boots, which were at the foot of my bed, not far from her position. “Not fair!” she protested, her brow furrowed defiantly.
“I think that’s a solid three seconds at least,” I offered, grinning up at her wryly. “Tasha can count us off.”
“I’m going to kiss you however long I damn well please,” Dusky declared, her lip upturned in a snarl that showed off her sharp kitty fangs. She bent over and placed her lips on mine forcefully. It was an upside-down kiss because my head was still resting on her lap, but I didn’t mind. She then gripped my head between her paws—tightly. I even heard her claws come out as though it were some sort of threat, but it made me chuckle. Dusky could no sooner intentionally hurt me than she could hurt herself.
My tongue got all tangled up with the catgirl’s, and I returned her affection warmly, despite my teasing words. It was amusing to play the brat for once, egging her on, even if I did it by threatening to deprive her. She certainly deserved to be teased after some of the shit she’d pulled.
Right at about that moment, I felt Tasha’s mouth begin doting upon my cock. I didn’t bother to look down, but my kiss with Dusky became less passionate as I allowed myself to become distracted. Tasha throated me sweetly, first planting her pursed lips upon the tip. Her tongue darted out, teasing the slit of my manhood, causing me to close my eyes even tighter in response. Her lips parted around me, slowly sinking down to the halfway point, her tongue swirling around the tip the entire time.
“Pay attention to me!” Dusky whined impatiently.
“Sit on my face, then,” I growled at her. “Make me pay attention.”
Her cat eyes practically glowed at that, but she froze. “Can I?” she asked in a tone that was unusually meek for her.
“Unless I change my mind in the next five seconds.”
The two women were an odd complement to one another, but a beautiful one. Tasha tended to be servile and submissive, frankly just happy to be present at an event like this. Her personality was fun-focused and pleasant, eager to please me even at the worst of times. She wanted to be a good girl. That’s it.
Dusky, however, wanted to be a bad girl, but she had a heart of gold, especially when it came to yours truly. She was a brat, and a demanding one at that, but deep down all she wanted was my affection. As she, all flustered, started to move into position, I spared a curious thought for what had made her the way she was.
The two of them were even a visual complement to the other. Dusky, a monster girl based on a black cat, and Tasha, based on a white wolf—or dog. Working together, they were quite a pair. Tasha’s body type was that of a particularly attractive girl-next-door. She was fit and graceful, but her physique was very human. Aside from her white hair, ears, paws, and tail, the most unusual thing about her was her ocean-blue eyes.
Dusky’s eyes were feline and amber, but her body was almost insane to look at. Her waist was so devilishly thin it was almost like she wore a somewhat loosened corset. Her boobs were improbably large for the rest of her petite build. It should have been a comical appearance, cartoonish in its perfection, but it came together incredibly on her.
The catgirl feverishly mounted me, but she took care to gently place my head on the floor before doing so. When her knees touched the tops of my shoulders, she started lowering herself onto my face. I got a whiff of her cunt-honey and almost gasped at the sweetness of it. My hands grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed as my tongue lashed her pussy, ready to serve.
Dusky made feral mewing sounds as I tongue-fucked her clit, moving one of my hands to line up with her slit. Two fingers plunged inside her depths, finger-rutting her as I licked her at the same time. Her knees buckled, and though she tried to keep herself suspended slightly over my face, she lost her strength, and my face was buried deep in her ass and pussy.
She quickly found her power and managed to muster the strength needed to not suffocate me to death, elevating herself slightly. I kept going, using my sacred task as a distraction against whatever heavenly madness Tasha was bestowing upon me down below.
I could feel Tasha’s tongue slithering in zig-zags up and down my cock. The tips of her silvery-white hair dangled over and tickled the tops of my thighs as she slurped and sucked my manhood like it was the center of her religion. I wanted to tell her what a good girl she was, to stroke her behind the ears and caress her back the way she liked—but I was a little busy.
“Aww fuck, baby!” Dusky moaned, grinding her pussy all over my chin, “suck my kitty!”
The wet sounds of sucking and licking filled the room, overpowering even the loud crackle of the fireplace beside us. Its comforting warmth washed over me as I continued to tongue-whip Dusky’s quim with sound and fury.
Tasha’s paws pressed down on my stomach, her elbows on my thighs as she attempted to take me down to the root. She tongued the underside of my cock as Dusky rode my face with abandon—my head spun in bliss.
My cock, warm inside of Tasha’s lips, grew hotter and wetter as the wolf girl dared herself down to the base. I felt my tip poke its way down her throat, causing Tasha to gag for a moment, but she didn’t chicken out. Once she’d gotten all of me inside her mouth at last, she held me there. She acclimated slowly but deliberately until she started moving again, bobbing her head in time with Dusky’s grinding hips.
The lewd rhythm we found carried us through the next few minutes. Dusky was the one who broke first. She froze for a second after a particularly violent tongue-thrashing I’d just given her, saying nothing. Then, she started fucking my face with her pussy even more aggressively than before, her little mewling whimpers more droningly persistent and higher pitched than ever. Finally, the moans became words.
“Oh gawd, baby!” she moaned. “Oh-gawd-oh-gawd I’m gonna drown you!”
The odd choice of words puzzled me for a second, but they made sense when the deluge came. Dusky climaxed directly onto my face, her thighs clenching me like a grape in a vice. She squirted several warm blasts of clear girly fluid onto my lips and up my nose in three—no, four—waves of moaning bliss. It was like an awesome version of being waterboarded.
After narrowly avoiding death-by-cunnilingus, Dusky took a breather by licking all her juices off my face and apologizing frantically. “I’m so sorry, baby,” she whispered repeatedly. “Are you okay?”
Coughing, I nodded my head, but my focus on Dusky was wavering as Tasha never slowed down her efforts to defeat my cock. She just kept on sucking, having found her rhythm, repeatedly taking me all the way inside her gullet. When I looked down at her, she beamed up at me, clearly proud of her accomplishment. I reached down and scratched her ears—but that made her slow down as her eyes crossed, so I stopped.
The pleasure was getting impossible to ignore. After Dusky was satisfied with the sanitization of my face, she joined Tasha down below. As the wolf girl bobbed on my dick, the catgirl licked and sucked my balls. Both of them stared wide-eyed back up at me, seeking approval, or perhaps just drunk off the look of euphoria I sent back down to them.
They could have kept going for a lot longer, I was sure, but all good things must come to an end, and that includes double blowjobs, too. I ran my fingers through both of their hair and nodded my warning at Tasha, but Dusky caught wind of the signal first. Thinking fast, she grabbed Tasha’s ball and threw it, distracting the wolf girl from her task. Tasha didn’t run off as I thought she might, but she stopped sucking to track the ball as it went across the room, even pulling her lips away from my cock.
