SOULBOUND
By Wes
Leigh
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Vaewolves often die during their
transformations. Balance is the key to
birthing this thrice-damned spawn of a vampire and a werewolf.
-- From `Conclusions on the Nature of Creatures of the
Night' by Fr. Ignatius Benedictus
Daniel's head flew back.
His teeth clinched. His body
began shaking and jerking.
Connor slapped his hand on Daniel's bleeding shoulder,
stopping the flow of blood. He shouted
at Xavier, "What do we do, Xavier?"
Xavier looked at Connor, startled. He looked down at Daniel's throbbing cock,
with two puncture wounds on each side of the glans, then at Daniel's shoulder
and the blood smeared around Connor's mouth.
Leaping out of the bed, Xavier disappeared.
"SHIT!" Connor shouted, searching the room for anything he
could use to bandage Daniel's bleeding shoulder. He found a crumpled tee shirt and a bottle of
water. Pouring the water onto the
shoulder, he cleaned the wound first and then tied the shirt onto the arm as
tight as he could manage.
The air popped and Xavier reappeared next to the bed holding
a heavy, leather-bound book. He dropped
it onto the bed and began flipping rapidly through the dusty pages, scanning, searching. He paused, stabbed his finger at a page and
began reading. "Balance is the key to
creating this thrice-damned spawn of a vampire and a werewolf. The forces of Lycanthropy and Sanguine Vampyrus must be held in equilibrium with one another until
the body of the vaewolf absorbs both into the fabric
of its being or dies in the attempt."
Xavier touched Daniel's body. Daniel's legs and stomach were icy cold. His upper body, except for the center of his
chest, burned with fever. Xavier bent
down over Daniel's neck, concentrating for a moment until his fangs emerged, then
carefully bit into Daniel's neck, injecting a tiny amount of serum. The skin turned pale around the bite and the
fever seemed to fade slightly.
Connor stared at Xavier.
Xavier pointed at Daniel's groin and grabbed Connor's
arm. "Transform, Connor. Into your wolf. And bite Daniel there."
"What?!"
"DO IT, CONNOR!
Daniel's life depends on it!"
Connor shook his head in confusion, but he did as Xavier
asked, summoning the beast up from within and transforming into his wolf
form. He leaned over Daniel and sniffed
his groin. His beast mind understood
immediately what was needed. His tongue
licked out and touched Daniel's icy hip, then he sank his canines into the
flesh, sending the bacteria from his teeth deep into Daniel's body. The pale skin around the bite began to turn a
healthier pink.
Daniel's body stopped shaking, though he was still shivering
and moaning as he turned his head from side to side.
Xavier fingers skipped across Daniel's body, searching for
hot spots. Whenever he found one, he bit
into the flesh and injected minute quantities of serum.
Connor's beast felt the rightness of it in his gut and began
sniffing over Daniel, searching for frozen flesh to gently nip.
Together, they fought for the life of their soulmate,
desperately attempting to help him complete a transformation that neither of
them had planned and Daniel had never requested.
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Daniel was finally resting quietly, wrapped in
blankets.
Xavier and Connor sat on each side of him, holding his
hands, hoping they'd done enough to save him.
Each of his wounds was no longer bleeding, licked clean by
Connor and dressed with fresh bandages by Xavier. The cabin hadn't had anything in the way of
first aid supplies, but it had taken Xavier only a moment to gather all they
needed from a pharmacy storeroom and teleport back to the cabin. Then the two had worked together, cleaning
and bandaging their friend, checking for additional hot or cold spots that
might require slight adjustments in the balance between serum and bacteria.
There was nothing more they could do. Except wait and hope for the best.
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Daniel found himself walking slowly down a corridor that
seemed never ending. There were doors on
each side that opened as he passed by.
The first door swung aside to reveal a bedroom where boys in
black capes bent over naked girls, stroking their white skin with talons that
extended from the ends of their fingers.
The boys shoved the capes aside and thrust long, hard erections at the
girls. The girls screamed when the boys
bent over them, fangs seeking the tender flesh of their necks. Daniel held out his hand, silently begging
them to stop. The boys turned to look at
Daniel, eyes glowing red, and hissed, revealing long fangs dripping with blood.
The door slammed shut, so Daniel kept walking.
A second door opened, and he saw trees surrounded by foggy
mist. Dark shadows darted between the
trees. A deer leaped out and headed for
Daniel, dashing for the open door. Huge,
muscled, hairy arms struck out and caught the deer, pulling it back into the
trees. Daniel heard a single squeal,
then the sound of ripping and tearing.
The door closed, shutting off his view of the forest.
He turned and continued down the hall. The next door didn't open on its own, so he grasped
the knob and tried to turn it. It was
locked. He heard angry shouts and
muffled blows from inside the room. He shoved
his shoulder hard against the door. It
popped open and flew to the side.
Standing in the middle of the room were Xavier and
Connor. Xavier was snarling, fangs
extended from his mouth, eyes glowing red.
Connor towered over Xavier, his arms and legs covered in thick fur, his
face transforming into the hairy muzzle of a wolf. The two roared at each other and
charged. Xavier picked up Connor and
threw him across the room. Connor smashed
into the wall, fell hard to the floor, but rolled over and launched himself
through the air at Xavier. They
collided, claws slashing, teeth snapping, fangs sinking into each other.
Daniel screamed at them to stop. They paused and looked at him, blood dripping
from their chins.
Xavier's fangs disappeared.
Connor's body shifted back into human form.
They looked at each other and then looked back at Daniel and
said, as one, "There is no other way."
Xavier walked toward Daniel and bent down to bite Daniel on
the neck. "There is no other way," he
whispered in Daniel's ear.
Connor followed and stood next to Xavier. He leaned forward, gently nuzzled Daniel's other
cheek, and sank his teeth into Daniel's neck.
As he lapped up Daniel's blood, Connor moaned, "There is no other way."
Daniel opened his eyes and sat up in bed, covered in sweat,
breathing hard.
Xavier sat on the bed next to him, holding a wet cloth. He whispered, "It's okay, Daniel. Shhhhh." He wiped Daniel's forehead with the cool
cloth, then dipped it in a bowl of water, squeezed out the excess, and washed
Daniel's cheek and neck.
Across the room, Connor was stirring a pan over the coals in
the fireplace. He turned and saw Daniel
sitting up. Turning, he carried the pan
to the bed and sat down next to Daniel.
"Do you think you could eat some soup, Big D?"
Daniel blinked his eyes and tried to focus on Connor's
words. "What happened to me?"
Connor swallowed hard and looked at Xavier. Xavier shook his head slightly and said, "It
was an accident, Daniel, but you're going to be fine now. Try the soup.
I think it's just what your body needs."
Daniel looked into the pan and saw
a thick, red soup. Tomato? His mind struggled to understand. He had never liked tomato soup. Why would the guys think he wanted that now?
Connor lifted the spoon to Daniel's lips. He sipped it.
Hot, tangy, salty.
Delicious. He sipped more,
suddenly feeling ravenous. He took the
pan between his hands, lifted it to his mouth, and tipped it back, draining it
down. The warm fluid hit his stomach and
waves of warm comfort rippled through his body.
He licked his lips and handed the pan back to Connor. Then he fell back down and closed his eyes.
Xavier motioned for Connor to lean forward. Bending down with their faces
inches above Daniel's, they kissed, allowing their love for each other to pour
out onto Daniel. With his eyes squeezed
shut, Daniel opened his mouth and gasped.
Fangs appeared, and he breathed in, feeding on their love. And as quickly as they emerged, his fangs
disappeared. He sighed in contentment
and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Breaking the kiss, Xavier dipped the cloth in the water
again, rinsed it out, and gently bathed Daniel's chest and shoulders.
Connor took the pan outside to the deer he'd killed
earlier. He reopened the cut in the
deer's neck and refilled the pan with blood, stroking the deer's neck and
whispering the traditional words of thanksgiving for the life it had given to
serve the needs of the pack.
Daniel slept. Inside
his body, an uneasy truce was made.
Sanguine vampirus worked side by side with
lycanthropy, modifying cells, transforming his heart and brain, converting him
into a creature that hadn't existed for centuries.
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When Daniel woke, the flickering flames of the fire cast
dancing shadows on the ceiling above him.
He felt a body on each side of him, holding him between them. He turned his head and saw Connor on his
left, Xavier on his right, both asleep.
His bladder was full and aching.
He managed to slip out of bed without waking up his friends
and walked across the cabin to the front door.
The floor beneath his naked feet felt warm. The little bit of heat coming off the fire
seemed to be more than enough to keep the room comfortable and cozy. He looked out the window and saw snow piled
up all around the cabin. The storm must
have continued all day. He decided not
to put on clothes. He wouldn't be
outside long enough for it to matter.
Opening the door, he ran outside and started peeing on a tree. The stream melted the snow wherever it
touched, leaving behind a steaming puddle.
He shook off and turned to walk back to the cabin, retracing his steps
through the snow.
It was only when he was back inside, with the door closed,
that he realized the snow hadn't felt cold underneath his feet. Nor had the frigid air outside seemed to
bother him. It had felt just as warm as
the cabin did now. He looked down at his
naked body. No goosebumps. No shivering.
And no scars or wounds of any kind, which Daniel almost expected after
his crazy dreams.
The lack of wounds surprised Connor and Xavier, who were now
sitting up in bed, staring at Daniel, amazed at what they were seeing.
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"I feel fine," Daniel
insisted.
"No headaches? No
joint pain?" Xavier asked.
"No."
"Are you hungry?" Connor asked.
"Not really," Daniel replied. He looked at the two of them and said, "Okay,
guys. What's going on? Why all the questions? You're looking at me like I'm a zombie or something."
Connor looked nervously at Xavier, who stood up and walked
over to the table where a musty old book was opened. "Not a zombie," Xavier said as he picked up
the book and carried it back to the bed, sitting down next to Daniel. Xavier found the spot he wanted and began
reading. "The transformation is complete
when the vaewolf is no longer suffering the outer
signs of the inner battle between the dreadful diseases his body has
contracted. Any injuries he suffers will
heal themselves rapidly due to the rejuvenation properties of his
lycanthropy. He will be as agile and fast
as any werewolf, while possessing the strength and foul magics of his vampire
brothers. Thus ..."
Xavier stopped reading and looked up. "There's more. But it's mostly ranting and raving."
Daniel pulled the book out of Xavier's grasp and turned it
so he could read it himself. Daniel
found the spot where Xavier had paused. "Thus the vaewolf is thrice
damned. Damned for his vampiric blood. Damned for his werewolf heart. Damned for the merging of the two, transforming
him into a creature more abominable than any other to walk the face of God's
green earth. Humanity will never accept
him, and even vampires and werewolves must reject him, for his very presence mocks
their evil existence."
Daniel frowned and closed the book. "What is this?" His fingers traced the title
etched into the front cover.
"Conclusions on the Nature of Creatures of the Night. Ignatius Benedictus, servant of God in His
Holy war upon the spawn of Hell.
Wow. Where'd you find this,
Xavier? It even looks real, with all the
handwritten script inside."
Xavier smiled grimly.
"Daniel ... it is real."
Daniel looked up, frowning.
"This isn't some gimmick novel or something."
Xavier shook his head.
"It's from my family's private library of rare books, mostly original
works dating from the Middle Ages."
"You're telling me this Ignatius guy really researched
creatures of the night and wrote all about it?"
Xavier nodded. "He
was a Franciscan priest who lived in the 1300's in Germany. Didn't have a lot of love for vampires or
werewolves. There's a chapter in there
where he talks about a war between the two that destroyed the village where he
grew up. His entire family was killed,
and that's how he ended up becoming a monk.
He dedicated his life to learning everything he could about vampires,
werewolves, and something he called a vaewolf."
"Vaewolf? What's a vaewolf?"
Daniel asked.
"It is a very rare creature," Xavier said, glancing at
Connor with a guilty expression. "Half
werewolf, half vampire."
Daniel laughed.
"Rare? I can't imagine how it
would ever happen, considering the way your families are always fighting each
other. How often do vampires and
werewolves make peace long enough to have a baby?"
"Well, vaewolves are not
offspring," Connor said. "It would be
impossible for a werebitch to be impregnated by a
vampire. Her body would reject his
sperm. And the same would happen if a werewolf
attempted to mate with a vampiress."
"That's assuming they could do the deed without trying to
kill each other first," Daniel said, trying to make a joke of it. Neither Connor nor Xavier seemed to
appreciate his attempt at humor. They
were both staring at their feet, frowning.
Daniel stopped smiling and asked, "So if you can't create a vaewolf by mating, how does it happen?"
Xavier swallowed hard, then wrapped his arm around Daniel
and hugged him. "The only way is to
transform a human into a vaewolf. By a vampire injecting him with his serum at
the same time a werewolf bites him, infecting him with lycanthropy."
Connor sat down on the bed behind them and wrapped them both
in his arms. "Then the human has to be guarded carefully, because the two infections will
fight against each other, both tryin' their best to
take over his body. They have to be forced
to make peace and live together."
Daniel began to shake slightly; whether from nerves or fear,
he couldn't say. When he spoke, his
voice quivered. "Is there something you
guys haven't told me?"
Xavier began crying, "I didn't mean to do it, Daniel. It was an accident. You have to believe me."
"Nor did I," Connor added, hugging the two smaller
teens. "I'm so sorry, Daniel."
"An accident?" Daniel
shrugged them off and stood up next to the bed.
"You guys keep dancing around something ... showing me old books and
talking about accidents and apologizing.
No more mincing words, guys. Tell
me what happened."
Xavier wiped away his tears and looked Daniel in the
eye. Then he opened his mouth and
pointed inside. "Look at the roof of my
mouth, Daniel. Do you see those dark
blue spots?" Daniel nodded. "Those are the glands that hold my serum. Serum vampyrus. One of the legends about vampires actually happens to be true.
If a vampire injects serum from these glands into someone he bites, they
will be infected and transform into a vampire themselves. It's how all vampires are created. My parents are not my biological mother and
father. I was assigned to them when I
was bitten and created by a vampire in England about a hundred and twenty years
ago."
"Okay," Daniel said, suddenly unsure of himself. "Why are you telling me all this?"
Xavier took a deep breath.
"Last night, when we were sucking each other ..." He paused and shook his head. "I've never lost control like that
before. Your cock kept hitting the roof
of my mouth. Pressing into my
glands. I lost it, Daniel. I dropped my fangs and bit you."
"WHAT?" Daniel
shouted. "Where?"
Xavier looked down at Daniel's naked groin.
Daniel looked baffled as he searched his memory. "You bit my dick!" he exclaimed. "I remember now. You bit my dick and I felt this freezing
chill spreading over my body, starting at my cock. I thought it was some kind
of weird orgasm, but ... YOU BIT MY DICK!"
Xavier nodded. "To be
fair, you bit mine too." Xavier lifted
his cock and showed Daniel the teeth marks in the pale skin. "But I didn't have an orgasm from it."
Connor snorted.
Daniel chuckled.
Soon all three were laughing as they pulled Daniel back down
onto the bed, where they inspected his cock but found no puncture wounds. Confused now, Daniel asked, "Why can't we see
where your fangs went in?"
"Well, that would be my fault," Connor admitted.
"You fault? What do you mean?" Daniel asked.
"When you and Xavier were bitin'
each other, I sort of ... well, I bit you too.
On the shoulder."
Daniel glanced up at Connor.
"Why would you do that?"
"I wasn't exactly in control of m'self
at that point, Big D." Connor blushed
and explained. "The beast inside me
forced his way out. He somehow got the
idea that he was mountin' his soulmate, and when I
came inside you, m'beast snuck out and bit your
shoulder, infectin' you with lycanthropy. Don't look for the scar. Your body heals itself now."
"And that's why my dick doesn't show any punctures from
Xavier's fangs, right?" They nodded, as
Daniel examined his cock carefully. "So
that chill I felt wasn't an orgasm. It
was your serum spreading through my body?"
Xavier nodded.
"And I remember having horrible dreams all night. And strange fevers and chills."
"Your body was fighting off the infections we gave you,"
Xavier explained, "and those infections were fighting each other. We were afraid we were going to lose you."
Daniel gulped. "I
almost died, didn't I?"
Connor kissed Daniel's neck.
"You didn't die, Big D. We
wouldn't let you."
Daniel's voice was soft and awestruck. "You guys kept me alive. In my dream, you both bit me. And that's what kept me alive."
Xavier squeezed Daniel's hand. "It wasn't a dream, Daniel. We had to bite you over and over. We didn't know what we were doing, so we did
the only thing we could think to do. The
book doesn't really tell much, other than to say how important it is to
maintain balance between the two infections.
We kept you alive the only way we knew how."
"So now ... I'm one of those crossbreeds. What did you call it?"
"Vaewolf," Xavier replied.
"Right. Vaewolf. What does
this mean?"
"You're half lycan, half vampire,"
Connor said.
"So ... ummm, now I can do all the
stuff you guys do?"
"That's what Ignatius wrote," Xavier replied. "We'll just have to work with you and find
out."
"We'll be with you every step of the way, Big D. We'll show you how to control your new powers
and keep them hidden from the other kids at school and even from your parents."
"Oh, shit!" Daniel exclaimed. "My parents!"
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Daniel called home and assured his mom that he was safe,
though snowed in, and that Connor would bring him back as soon the snow melted
off enough for them to drive down the mountain. He didn't mention his status as the newest vaewolf, a conversation he never, ever intended to have.
Xavier teleported home to return the book he'd snuck out of
the family library and to inform his mother that he would be spending time with
friends while the school was closed due to inclement weather.
Connor butchered the deer he'd killed the night before,
storing the meat and blood in an outside larder where it froze. He kept out one section of ribs, which he
slathered with sauce, wrapped in foil, and cooked over the coals in the
fireplace.
The three of them ate the ribs that night, licking the
delicious juices from their fingers.
"Damn you're a good cook," Daniel said, sucking on his
fingers.
Xavier winked and said, "He'll make someone a great wife one
day."
Connor grabbed his thick cock and balls with one hand and
shook them at Xavier. "I've got your
wife right here, fancy boy."
They all laughed.
Daniel shook his head and said, "That doesn't even make sense, Connor."
Xavier chuckled.
"He's right, Connor. You should
have shown us your butt instead."
Connor stood up, turned around, and spread his cheeks. "You think you got what it takes to mount
this? Give it a try and we'll see how
far in you get!"
Daniel laughed and jumped up, grabbing Connor by the hips
and pretending to hump him from behind.
"Oh! Oh! I'm gonna blow! Take my big D, Connor!!"
Connor spun around and grabbed Daniel, lifting him into the
air without straining. As Daniel
screamed, Connor carried him to the bed and threw him down. Then Connor climbed up onto the bed and
straddled Daniel, putting his knees on each side of Daniel's hips and pinning Daniel's
wrists to the bed. Connor leaned down
and began licking Daniel's face. "Yum,"
Connor said. "Tastes like barbequed
ribs."
Daniel giggled and stopped squirming. He looked up at Connor, his eyes twinkling
and whispered, "Make love to me, Connor."
Connor's eyes flicked sideways to where Xavier was still
eating.
Daniel understood. He
looked over at Xavier and said, "Xavier, come to bed. I need you both again."
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There was never a need for words. Somehow, they each knew what the others
wanted.
Gentle kisses that turned into hungry, demanding bites. Caresses and strokes along quivering flanks. Mouths seeking and finding hard, throbbing
shafts ... tender ball sacs ... trembling thighs.
Bodies pulled together, warm skin touching soft patches of hair, fingers
clasped and holding tight. Passion
building until ...
Connor, hugging Daniel from behind, slid his thick cock
effortlessly up inside Daniel.
Daniel moaned and pushed his chest against Xavier's, kissing
him and grabbing Xavier's slender cock and guiding it back to slide up next to Connor's. Both penetrated Daniel at the same time,
pressing their hard, slippery shafts together as Daniel's body flexed and accepted
them both inside.
Daniel moaned, crying out in his mind, My loves!
Connor's beast cried out in response, My mates!
Xavier's heart throbbed as he heard both Daniel and Connor,
not with his ears, but with his soul.
Daniel stared into Xavier's eyes, and thought, You can hear us?
Xavier nodded, eyes wide with surprise. I can!
Your every thought—OHHH, this feels so incredible—and I can hear Connor
too!
Connor groaned as he thrust himself up into Daniel, pushing
Xavier even deeper at the same time, while thinking, Hush you two ... and
mate with me.
All three bodies quivered.
Daniel pushed down, forcing them both fully inside him. Groaning and grasping each other, they tensed
and cried out as their orgasms erupted together.
In the quiet moments afterward, as they clung to one another
and held each other tight, they began to share more than thoughts. They each recalled the wonderful love they'd
just made and shared their memories of it.
All three savored the memories, recalling the joy of being held, the
delicious ache of being penetrated by both your lovers, the thrill of feeling
your hardness sliding inside and alongside another. As they relived the passion of the moment,
they silently communicated the contentment they felt being held in each other's
arms and the sweet anticipation of doing even more together.
But above all, they felt love, as they had never felt it
before.
Xavier sighed and thought, If
there was ever any doubt that we are soulbound ...
Connor chuckled. I
never doubted, he thought.
Daniel is the one making this happen, you know,
Xavier thought.
How? Daniel asked silently.
"Isn't it obvious?" Xavier asked out loud. "Connor is soulbound
to the wolf in Daniel. I'm bound to the
vampire side of him. And because of
Daniel, Connor and I now share a soul-link."
Daniel shivered involuntarily. When the other two looked at him, concerned,
he whispered, "Is that why we were soulbound from the
start? Did my soul know it was destined
to become a vaewolf?"
The end of SOULBOUND, Chapter
Ten