A New Breed

By Iris Deorre

Jack and David have a plan. Recreate their kind and take over the human race as they know it. With their plans set, Jack takes up a job as a lecturer at a local university in West Yorkshire. His goal; to get close to and impregnate Victoria who is the only woman to have untainted blood and is a thorough bred of their kind.

But something unexpected happens, Jack meets Aiden, Victoria's husband. The man who makes such an impression on him that he falls in love. But his plans with David have already been set in motion and Jack realises too late that he no longer wants to be a part of the plan.
Jack must now choose his side. Will he change his direction and turn against David to be with Aiden or will he walk away from his first true love to stick with David?

What Jack doesn’t know is that Aiden is keeping a secret of his own; a secret that could help defeat David once and for all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Iris Deorre
• Release date: Nov 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465748515

Iris Deorre

Iris is a romance author and loves to read and write interracial romance... Iris loves to tackle things people rarely talk about. She loves to bring love where it seems the hardest place to find it. She sees love as the flower that grows in the desert or out of a rock. Her stories are about love that penetrates the hardest of places. In short, her stories are about hope and overcoming.  Iris resides in the United Kingdom, with her lovely daughter and a crazy eyed German Shepherd. When Iris is not writing or reading you'll find her taking walks in the countryside with her doggy or spending time with friends and family. To learn more about Iris visit her blog page at irisdeorre.blogspot.co.uk or follow her on twitter.

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A New Breed

Published by Iris Deorre

Published at Smashwords

Copyright © Iris Deorre 2011

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and incidents are products of author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales or events is entirely coincidental.

Chapter One’

Detective John Maguire looked at the notes.

A twenty year old man had been found beneath the river Aire in Castleford. His body had been eaten by what looked like wild animals. Locals who had been walking from the pub that evening claimed they had heard wild roaring sounds, they also claimed to have seen big black wild cats running from the scene, but to this day no one has ever caught a glimpse nor has proof in the form of a photo of the so called cats.

A farmer in Pontefract claimed he’d chased a wild cat off his farm with a shotgun as it tried to attack one of his lambs. ‘It wasn’t like anything I’d seen before.’ The farmer had said in his statement. ‘I’d heard a noise coming from behind the house. I’d thought it was a thief, we’ve had many problems. I took a torch and my gun and I saw the biggest beast I’ve seen in my life. Its yellow eyes turned toward the light, its mouth red with blood. Immediately I pulled the trigger and it fled....’

Asked if he’d seen it again, the farmer claimed it never visited his farm again. There was no clear evidence that what the farmer had seen had been real.

John sighed, it didn’t make any sense. Were all these people making up stories? What would they have to gain? The sudden killings in the area were odd. Bodies of animals and humans had been found eaten to the bone. Footprints of an unidentified animal had been found at the scene at the River. John took a sip of his cold black coffee as Jim his partner walked into his office.

‘Don’t tell me you’re still obsessing over the wild cat stories?’

‘Locals have spotted these predators and I do think it’s a possibility. How else can we explain the bizarre killings?’

‘The people who claimed to have spotted the animals could’ve been drunk. And why had they been spared? Can you honestly trust their judgment?’

‘Maybe not, but what about the farmer? His description of the beast is the same as the description from the pub goers. We have no suspects, no evidence and yet we have to solve this case. The boy’s parents need to know what happened to their son.’

‘And we are doing just that; the farmer could have seen a fox. It was dark how do we know for sure that what he saw was a big panther type cat?’ He folded his arms and leaned into the desk. ‘We have to be realistic about all this. Believing in myths won’t solve the crime.’

Ignoring Jim’s last statement John tapped on his computer and did a Google search about a story he’d once heard some years ago.

The beast of Bodimir Moor; a big Black Panther type creature had been spotted in Cornwall around 1983. But this is all speculation and no real evidence has been found to support that these cats even existed. Many of the locals claimed that these cats were of a supernatural source. It is also claimed that after the turn of the millennium the beasts will have the need to evolve. This need involves bringing forth off spring with a higher developed DNA. This again is just a far fetched theory.

There are claims that the majority of these beasts are Therianthorps that can shift into different types of felines and go on a killing rampage in the middle of the night. Others say that they are Lycanthropy and only changed into werewolves at a full moon. Other’s think there are different types of these animals that no one can tell for sure or pinpoint exactly what they are. This again is speculation, a story that has been passed on from generation to generation and has yet to be proven.

John sighed, perhaps Jim was right, he was grasping at straws but something inside him didn’t want to let go of the possibility that the reports could be right. People found it easier to ignore the uncomfortable possibility and pretend things were normal.

Jim patted him on the shoulder. ‘For now let’s try and find tangible evidence we can actually prove in a court of law.

‘Hmmm, I dunno mate, I really don’t think that’s possible at the moment,’ he said more to himself than to Jim.

****

Leeds University some time after 6pm

Professor Armstrong took the mature blond student and bent him over the desk.

‘You have been a very, very naughty boy.’ said Professor Armstrong as he stripped off Aiden’s jeans together with the Calvin Klein boxers, revealing a very tight and pale butt.

‘I think it’s time I teach you a lesson young man!’ The professor unbuckled the top of his khaki pants and let loose his swollen chocolate cock. ‘What do you say to that?’ He rubbed his watering member against one butt cheek.

‘Yes, I’ve been very naughty sir.’ Aiden heaved into the desk and his cock pressed against the edge of the mahogany desk. ‘I deserve to be punished.’ He panted as he felt the tip of the professor’s dick on his hole.

‘And Victoria, what does she think?’ The professor swirled his cock around his hole teasingly. ‘Does she think you’re naughty? Does she spank you as hard as I do?’ For a moment he retracted and reached for his rucksack that lay to the side of him. Aiden felt a sudden cold slime against the hole of his rear and then the entry of the professor’s thumb.

‘She thinks I’m…aahhh!’

The professor placed another lubricated finger in his back passage.

‘What did you say boy.’ He placed another finger and moved it in and out of the young mans butt, the sight made his cock leak slightly.

‘I… she thinks I’m ahhhhhh!’ This time he circled his fingers in and around Aiden’s alley and placed his other hand on Aiden’s wet dick.

‘Oh fuck yeah!’ Aiden panted.

‘Young man I asked you a question?’ Jack Armstrong placed a hand on Aiden’s shoulder and rammed his cock into the expanded hole.

‘She thinks I’m a dick, that I aaaahhhhhh….fuck!’ Jack withdrew his wet cock but didn’t hold for long. He placed the thick dark, wet and swollen member back into Aiden’s dark tunnel and rode him.

‘I’m a dick… a dic…. ah yessss, a fucking dick.’

His wand moved in and out of him with great speed almost tearing his backside apart.

‘Then I shall give you a bloody good hiding.’ He rammed his penis in harder and for a brief moment his form shifted.

‘Yes sir, yes sir.’ Was all Aiden could manage as his tutor moved briskly in and out of him like a man possessed. As he neared the ending of his show, Jack used as much power as he could master to stop himself from shifting. He grabbed Aiden with both his hands and rode him to the