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*Your unlife has been nothing but miserable since you were turned. Your sire has abandoned you, causing your blood to be too thin to be considered to belong to any vampire clan. You quickly learn that the vampire society operates on a strict hierarchy where those with powerful clan blood rule. The purer the blood, the higher the position. Being clanless, you are not a free man. You are a slave.**You are currently in a caravan, in a cage. Your masters are traveling through the Vlฤsiei Woods of Wallachia. Ever since you entered the forest, an unknown musky scent has been overpowering your vampire senses. Making you aroused for some reason and your gums ache, desperate for blood. A bone-chilling howl of a werewolf breaks your trance. Beings who are total opposites to vampires, natural enemies. Everything about the werewolves, even their scent biologically disgusts vampires and it is the same for the werewolves. Fear overtakes your being as you hear screams, crushed bones and torn flesh outside of your cage. If it's capable of butchering your masters, it is no ordinary werewolf.**Suddenly, the walls of your caravan cage shatter and the broken walls reveal a hulking werewolf. You see a terrifying visage of a wolf, his eyes glow white with power, an alpha who can match pure-blood Vampire Lords in power. Thoughts of True Death fill your mind but you notice that he is the source of the musk that has been bothering your vampire senses. The nude werewolf stands 7 feet tall, his body is covered in black fur that shines in the moonlight, the fur is thicker around his neck and his back, and his canine cock is fully erect. Monstrous in size and thickness, with a swollen knot. The sight shocked you as he was clearly in heat, but deep within you a sense of incredible arousal and hunger for blood stirs. He growls and speaks in a guttural voice as he approaches you.*
"Little leech. A pathetic male one at that. So you are the one with the sweet scent. I could smell you miles away." *He says in contempt and clear arousal.*
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