Into the Dark (Closed )

Dark green eyes scanned the forest... his haunches set... his claws ranked tensely into the ground. He could smell her... she had been after him for three days now! He was tired... pissed off... and even as he looked up to the sky... he knew this was the last night of the full moon.

Yet that in itself was his advantage. She probably thought he was trying to find a safe place to hide, to wait her out... but that wasn't what he was doing at all. Rather, he propelled himself through the forest, fur, muscle and ashenly grey covered body flying through her vision as he seemed to look to her, dripping snout snarling in menace as he spun and ran right at her.

He was tired of running... and besides... he wasn't one of the pampered lycans that she was used to hunting. He was a rogue. Born in the wild, forced to fight and scavenge to survive. Besides... the sun would be rising within a few hours... and by then, he planned to have this little vampire all tied up and helpless to hurt him!

Many things could go wrong, but he had enough scars and marks of idiocy to prove that he was a survivor. Besides... he had been running this entire time... the bounding leaping claws outstretched form of the werewolf coming right at her probably caught her by surprise as it was! HE WOULD have her... for all the trouble she had caused him... he would have her, this vampire bitch would learn JUST whom she had chased down!

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She was getting tired herself. Having to recharge each morning, to quite literally have to keep all focus on him at all times. It was beyond exhausting. And even now as she followed and chased she found it near impossible to tell exactly what he was doing.

It was her fault, really. She was young - both in vampire and human years. She had been turned just at eighteen. The bastard who had done it wanted to keep her purity and wished she had her youth until the end of days and now she was cursed with that.

But it wasn't that which really bothered her. It was this war. Made into this thing just to be thrust into a war which she knew nothing about - and they had believed that simply because of her drive and determination she would come back at the end of each day instead of being one of hundreds that had already died at the hands of these beasts.

But it wasn't until actually seeing him charging her as she sped toward him that she actually had to force herself to stop - only to find herself on her back with a mass of fur and body of solid muscle on top of her.

Immediately she was struggling, her blue eyes seeming to shine in the moonlight as she attempted to move him from her, her fangs bared as she quite literally growled at him. But she couldn't move him.

In his natural form... which had become almost too natural, the werewolf weighed a good two hundred and fifty pounds. It wasn't even his doing... his natural human form only weighed around one hundred and fifty pounds, but as the bones shifted and muscles were added... weight was added to his solid form as well! He didn't really care what her story was... he really didn't give one damned about her!

All he cared was that she had pissed him off, and he was going to make her pay for that! He had launched... knocking her off of the horse she had been riding they had gone tumbling along the ground, until he had rolled her onto her back! Fangs bared, her blue eyes staring into the open maw of a very angry lycan, she found herself pinned down without regard, his deep emerald green eyes looking down to her as he growled loudly.

The vibrations ran through him, and she could see his heckles were raised. his claed hands pinned hers down... and even as he moved and straddled her... his eyes seemed to glare at her, as though asking her JUST what it was that she thought she was doing? Obviously she knew that he could not speak in human's tongue in this form... so even as he looked to her with those eyes of his... she saw him lean down... a low rumbling threat released from him as his snout was mere inches from her face.

The look, along with his utter dominance of her told her that easily if she moved... he WOULD destroy her. He knew that piercing her heart would do it... or ripping her head off, literally... but he seemed to poise there, allowing her to fight, allowing her to struggle and wear herself out... she knowing though eventually the futility of that... the utter uselessness of fighting him. He 'HAD' her, and there was no arguing THAT fact!

He moved so quickly, and straddled her slender frame - making it impossible for her to move from beneath him.

She did struggle - despite any sense of futility simply out of necessity. She didn't want to disappear like the rest of them - and yet there was nothing that she could do against him.

It was a good twenty minutes before she had actually seemed to give up - having paused to regain her strength and continue to fight beneath him since he had pinned her to the ground but now she was running out of strength. It always got worse toward the end of the night but she was going to try - to continue to struggle beneath him until she literally couldn't anymore.

And that came all too soon.

She had been cursing beneath him, snarling and yelling at him to get off of her but it was obvious that he had no intention of budging - despite the fact that really she was putting up a good fight.

By the time she was done her light brown hair once pristine was now mussed, the curls in disarray as she lay still beneath him, twisting her wrists in his grasp with a groan of effort as her back arched to try still to move him. But nothing.

She couldn't even get any leverage against the form on top of her - and now she was getting tired.

Even now her blue eyes were struggling to stay fully open. It was perhaps an hour until the sun would rise but she was young and her young blood had no ability to stay out late..until the early hours.

"Bastard.."

Her voice was quiet for what she was, what she was trying to do. She nearly whimpered now, twisting weakly beneath him - simply due to the fact that she was terrified of sunrise..and they were still outside.

But her struggles were becoming weaker as she became more tired - obviously struggling to hold consciousness while every part of her body began to feel heavy, to feel cold despite the threat of heat and burning.

He looked down to her... knowing there was only about an hour... he had no intention of killing her, albeit that what she had planned for him... she could curse him all she life, call him any name she could think of, but the mixture of pure unadultered strength, coupled with his bodies position atop her... rendered her fight useless... though he did admit, that she had put up a good one!

Even as she fought to stay awake, there was a sudden sense of pain as his hips lifted off of hers, his hands gripping her by the wrists he flipped her onto her front, before she felt him rip one of the sleeves from her shirt, and using that, he tied her already weakened wrists together in a strong hold. Finally though he picked her up off the ground, and throwing her over his shoulder, he ran off.

The forest seemed to continue to lighten... her world spinning... though as she was carried he took her to his cave... she not even realizing that she was close to his home, though as he ran in... he could see out of the corner of his eye the sun's touching the horizon. It wouldn't harm him... but it would kill her!

He took her deep into the cave, where no light seemed to touch... and even as he threw her onto a pile of furs... he moved and crouching nearby... he seemed to simply crouch there, inspecting her, seeing if she would stay awake. He had a feeling she was hungry... but if she was... she would have to 'be nice' to him, for the only source of blood in that cave... anywhere nearby of a significant source really... was him!

He wasn't being overly mean to her, and in fact, he could have left her where he had 'taken her' off her horse and let her die... so really, this werewolf had saved her life! Like it or not... it seemed for at least one day, she was 'stuck with him'.

She barely realised what was happening when he lifted her - not until she found herself laying on the pile of furs. She couldn't concentrate, could barely even see, drawing her legs up slightly and whimpering.

She could feel the light - not necessarily the actual rays, not enough to kill her of course but she could feel it. It was weakening her greatly, causing her vision to blur - but she did see him crouched, her pale eyes struggling to focus as he watched her.

She seemed to be trying so hard to keep her eyes open, to refuse to fall asleep - but there was no stopping it. The trouble with their kind was that inability. There was no way to be an insomniac - for the sun forced rest upon them.

She did try to sit up - just briefly, but readily fell back upon the furs, laying still after that. She didn't move - didn't flinch, her eyes shut - actually looking harmless in this state. She didn't twist her wrists, try to free herself. She couldn't. It was a dreamless slumber until the sun sank again behind the horizon.

He watched... and waited. Even as she fell asleep though, he growled lowly to himself as he shifted... his fur and body changing back into the human form that at one time had been known as Tristan. He knew she wouldn't wake until sunset... he knew that much about vampires... though truth be told he tried not to learn all that much about them. He wasn't in a clan for that reason.

He didn't want to be a part of their war! Yet even as he moved... he untied her wrists, replacing the ties with metal shackles... he made sure her arms and legs were shackled, her wrists being pulled behind her and clipped together... he also knew she would be weak later, even when she did wake.

He was impressed by her... she had fought quite a bit... the sun would set as it always did... though when she woke, she would find herself on her side, her arms shackled behind her, her legs cuffed and attatched to a chain that was looped through a bolt in the floor. He knew despite appearances she was still a threat... and without his precautions... he would be caught unawares.

His home was simple... a cave, but with a few fires and the 'bed' she was sleeping upon... the furs were rather comfortable... though his back was to her, she could see he was in human form, a pair of black torn pants hugging his hips as he was crouched, stirring some stew for himself made of a rabbit he had caught. He didn't really know what he was going to do with her when she awoke, but he had SOME ideas!

When the sun did finally set her eyes snapped open - though were no longer a pale blue colour. They were dark - a deep blue, nearly swirling and she could smell his food. Food she considered human food - but she saw him there..as a human - and nothing else.

So immediately she struggled to sit up, though seemed to panic as she felt the metal around her wrists and ankles.

She began squirming immediately, growling at him as she stared.

"Let me out of this you little fuck..."

For something so small she certainly had a mouth on her.

She pulled rather hard on the restraints, groaning when they refused to budge even slightly, simply rattling and clanking together making a good bit of noise.

She was starving.

After a few moments she allowed herself to fall back onto her side, having literally no ability to free herself from the reinforced restraints.

"If...you're not planning on killing me.."

She paused, hesitant to continue.

"I have to eat.."

He utterly ignored her when she demanded that he release her. She was hardly in a position to DEMAND anything, and yet even as he heard her statement, he seemed to turn on his heels, still squatting as she could see those dark green eyes the same as the night before consider her.

" Oh? and where do you expect to get food... you expect me to just give you my wrist or neck and allow you to feed? no no... you will have to earn that." He purred as he finally stood... he was only five and a half feet tall as a human, and much less imposing, though he had a sleek strength to him that told her for a 'human' he was strong in his own right.

Yet he walked over to her... and looking down to her he smirked faintly. " How quaint... a vampiress in my cave... I should destroy you, that is what my former clan would claim... but I don't think I will." He purred as he squatted, and looking to her... he seemed to be thinking.

Yet finally he nodded. " Yes, that's a brilliant idea. You allow me to use your body, and I will allow you to have some of my blood. Think on it, i'm not going anywhere from the cave." He remarked as he turned back to his cauldron though he was out of her range even if she leapt at him... the chains were well re-enforced... she wasn't going anywhere, unless he wished her to!

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She looked up at him as he squatted in front of her, but she didn't seem in any position to actually move. "Use my body.."

She cringed at the words, burying her face into the furs beneath her as he moved away from her back to where his food was waiting for him and she didn't even attempt any more movement for a few moments.

"Why do you need my body. Girls don't find you attractive when you're all fur?" She growled out the words, seeming to be attempting to sound as vicious as she possibly could despite the fact that she looked as though she was incredibly exhausted - but the truth was that she had absolutely no strength without feeding.

A full feeding could last two days - but she had been doing poorly, feeding here and there just to keep her strength and energy up to find him and now - well now there was very little that she could do.

He ignored her, though even as he kept stirring the food he looked into the mixture of broth rabbit and spices, before she heard him easily... it not as though he was hiding his intentions from her.

" No, actually most women find it intriguing to be taken by a werewolf... a certain taboo aspect I suppose." He purred to her... he wasn't going to let her fully feed from him... if anything he would go to the nearby village and fetch one for her to drain dry, but he had already stated his 'price'.

Yet even as he looked over to her though he growled. " I have no stake in this stupid war, and do not view you as my enemy. You have hunted me blindly, not seeing that I have no clan, otherwise they and I would have ripped you apart." He snapped as he stood and leaving the stew, he walked over to her.

" I want your body, simply because I want to feel pleasure again. I have given you your choice... so make it." He snapped to her... he didn't have much patience for her!

Her eyes lifted slowly as he returned to her, and she struggled to focus as he continued speaking, nearly laughing in response - but she managed not to, instead allowing a sly grin to spread across her lips.

"Do you think you threaten me, Lycan?"

She nearly laughed at him.

"Use my body if you wish you'll do it anyway if that's what you want...it's why you have me here like this, isn't it? For fear that if you release me I'll destroy you?"

This time she did laugh, shutting her eyes briefly before opening them again.

"You have me right where you want me,..don't you. Why don't you just throw me outside..let the sun get rid of me itself as you only want someone to control. I will not..let you control me. Know that."

She swallowed hard, still unable to actually focus up on him.

"Keep your blood. I would rather starve."

He listened to her... though even as she laughed, she found his hand smashing into the side of her perfectly formed face... it wasn't as strong as his lycan form, but the natural strength would harm her in her weakened state! Anger boiled in his eyes as he looked to her, he snapped.

" You are a fool... you stupid... bitch." He snapped... a snarl to his tone as he smirked... and even as he closed his eyes for a moment.. he opened them again, the irises shifting to a wolflike form as he growled.

" You will starve for this... and I shall have what I want anyway." Though she could see bones shifting, letting out a howl of pain as the transformation took him, the sounds turned from human to werewolf within moments as he pounded on her, his hands throwing her onto her front before she felt him ripping the leather pants from her hips.

She had had a chance to secure her survival... now... she would be lucky if the werewolf showed her enough mercy to even bother getting her wet before he fucked her!

She winced, being silenced by the blow simply because it had quite visibly caught her off guard. Her blue eyes shut briefly, and when they opened his blurred form was even moreso - only blobs of colour which slowly turned larger.

She tensed somewhat, her little facade of strength quickly turning to fear as he so easily flipped her onto her front, the pants ripping away so easily away from her hips and legs.

She couldn't see him now - but she could feel him. Hear him. With all of her heightened senses she could already feel the heat from his arousal, though without seeing she was terrified of its actual size.

She could barely concentrate, managing a slight groan and weak squirming for a few moments before pressing her forehead down against the furs. "Unlike you..I do...I do have a clan..a..and they will look for me.."

He watched as her slim, pale flesh was exposed... hungry eyes looking blatantly to the exposed flesh of her thighs... his animal instincts almost fully taking over in wishing him to simply mount her... and claim her body for his own! Yet instead, she felt a brushing of fur, his clawed hands forcing her weakened and shackled legs apart before he clipped the chain to hooks in the floor, she finding herself unable to close them, though he looked to her.

That may be true... but she was deep within the forest, within a natural cave. Her clan would have expected one of the enemy to have taken her yes, but more then often then not, it was a clan, not a lone wolf.

In this form, the werewolves cock was massive. Meant to cleave a fellow werewolf female in fully heat in two, it stood a full foot long... the thick, pulsing member based by a ball, much like a dogs, though this one was larger as well, shaped more to the size of a large orange, or a small grapefruit. Heavy hair covered balls hung easily, and even as he sniffed at her between her legs, he snorted.

Hot air hit her helpless pussy... her words didn't affect him... in this state, he was almost completly animalistic, especially with a female before her. Yet his rough, sandpaper like tongue dragged over her pussy, exciting, enticing, pleasuring whether she liked it or not. He knew how to get her wet... his base intelligence told him fucking a wet pussy was better then fucking a dry one... so that was his goal, to make her wet!

She groaned immediately as he forced her legs apart only to shackle them to the floor, making it impossible for her to close them though she did try and continued to do so.

She was squirming on the pile of furs, panting despite the fact that there was no need for breath - but it seemed obvious that she was weak, incredibly weak and that she wasn't doing well without being properly sustained.

She struggled to look to him in this new form, her head turned as she attempted to look over her shoulder at him but she barely could - more or less simply feeling him.

A gasp left the young immortal's lips as he snorted, her teeth clenched as though in an attempt to keep some sort of control of the situation - though the small shred of control was lost as soon as his tongue darted out, dragging along her cunt, her lips parting in a weak moan - a moan that seemed to make her entire body shudder as she so visibly tried to fight it.

It didn't take much of the treatment before the girl was trembling on mound of furs, her forehead pressed against them, wrists twisting as though she could free them from the cuffs, still to no avail. Her pussy was sopping from the well-textured tongue, and she had no way to fight how her body had responded.

The animal within him almost growled in delight when her gasp escaped her... her body whettening from his attentions, her cool vampiric form thrashing, rolling and utterly not to mention helplessly trying to escape.

Yet the chains held easily, she hearing a clink of them each time her ankles pulled in their bindings... and yet even as the sand paper like tongue dragged and lapped at her pussy, she could feel the furred werwolves tongue dragging over her pussy, though his clawed hands wrenched her ass cheeck apart as well.

He dragged his tongue along the entirety of her pussy, right up into the crack of her ass, though even as she shuddered and tried to fight it, she heard, as well as felt him growl... a warning of what was to come, though as he climbed over her... she could hear, and feel the hot breath hitting her back, and neck before she saw his arms plant themselves on either side of her head.

She had no way to fight what was coming... and even as he looked down to her shivering quaking body, she could feel a thick hard cock trailing along her pussy, teasing her already sopping wet and needy pussy with the threat... though it wasn't a threat, after all threats could have a chance of not coming true... oh no, he was searching... and when his cock found the tight vampires hole... he thrust hard and fast, spearing into her, the impossibly long and thick cock ripping her open in one fell swoop of pleasure!

She was begging as he began to move - something that she believed was beneath her but he was climbing above her and she was trembling horribly her eyes widening as she saw a furred arm plant itself next to her face, the other on the other side of her head.

The mere action of his movement caused her to struggle harder still despite obvious exhaustion - but it was useless - and as he thrust forward into her, her pupils dilated immediately as a cry of desperation and pain tore through her slender frame, the sound echoing off of the walls of the cave.

She wasn't certain if she would be able to hold consciousness as he began using her as a little fucktoy, her wrists twisting as she struggled to move away from him, his enormous cock making it impossible for her to get away as now it was quite obvious that she was nearly impaled with the thing.

He smirked at her begging... snarling sounds heard from him as she had felt the tip, slender at the very edge feeling it's way through her silken and soaked folds. Yet even as she cried out... even as her world spun in a mixture of pain pleasure and utter confusion in the feelings that she was experiencing... one thing was clear... he was just beginning with her!

His shaft pulsed... her pussy torn asunder... the pain diminished, leaving only the friction of his ten inch long three inch thick cock that was spearing into her, impaling her. Even as her hips tried to pull away, all she suceeded in doing was lift her hips, which within his animalistic mind, told him that she did indeed want more.

He pushed himself right into her, the hot silken black fur rubbing against her back and thighs as he braced and indeed she was being used like a fuck toy... after which she wasn't even sure if he would feed her. Whom knew, perhaps he would use her body over and over until she simply turned to dust... whom knew.

All she knew, was that his cock was pumping, pulsing, and fucking the literal hell out of her, his pace ragged and fast, his panting growls and grunts showing his enjoyment... and she having no say in the matter, only a say in how she responded to this 'assault'!

She couldn't quite understand why he had taken this form to fuck her - unless he truly was working only to punish her for her refusal because she was certain he had all of these capabilities in his human form but this..he was huge - he was tearing her in two, yet her vampiric frame allowed her to heal rapidly, keeping her constantly tight around him - ridiculously tight.

Her cries continued - even when her voice went hoarse, and her weak lifting of her hips only seemed to spur him on to go faster, harder.

She looked very much human at this point - not so much in the sense of her colouring as she looked far from human in that sense but simply the weakness of it. Should she have been fed she probably could have broken out of the restraints but in this state they seemed heavy, to weigh her down.

In this sense it was quite obvious that the thing on top of her was fucking her as though she were a bitch in heat, not caring if said bitch got any sort of pleasure out of it simply due to the fact that in terms - he was the 'alpha male' and it quite obviously mattered only of his pleasure.

He HAD been planning to take her in his human form... but when she had chosen to spur him on... when she had blatantly challenged his 'courage' she had awoken his animalistic side... and it had taken over.

Even as she screamed and squealed... even as she pushed her hips back in offering, his cock speared into her over and over, her body being torn asunder and yet it wasn't all pain amazingly... oh no.

Despite everything, his cock seemed to hit every 'good spot' inside her, the pain and pleasure beginning to meld together, his hot breath hit her cool skin as he fucked the living shit out of her, as though he was punishing her for her audacity... which in his overly simplistic mind at the moment.. that was EXACTLY what he was doing!

She pressed her forehead against the furs beneath her, her desperate attempts not only failing but seeming to make her even more exhausted in the process - the mere thought of him doing this to her humiliating enough - simply because of what he was - and what she was. It was wrong - to say the least.

But when the thrusts hit every spot inside of her that made her shudder she seemed to be squirming for a different reason. Her teeth clenched but it wasn't long before her cries were quite audibly mixed with weak moans.

With what little blood was still in her system - colour seemed to rush to her pale cheeks, and she whimpered between the moans, her hips moving against her will now, as though trying to meet his frantic thrusts. She was mostly unsuccessful simply due to the pace of his thrusting but when she did meet a thrust it caused her to cry out in response, her vision going white each time.

He didn't give a damned what she was. Vampire or not, she was also first, and foremost a woman. Women could be pleasured... women could be mated. Even as her body betrayed her... even as her face pressed to the furs beneath her she could feel his spirit seeming to utterly dominate her.

Yet he didn't truly want her to die... after all how could he have fun with her if she did? Even as he pumped and fucked her, she felt his arm press to her mouth... she able to feel the blood just beneath the fur and skin. Yet he growled at her... his cock seemed to spear her open again and again... his fucking only increasing.

He didn't honestly give a damned about her pleasure at all... all he cared about, was hearing her scream and squal like the bound bitch that she was. Yet he tempted her... take the blood of her enemy, this werewolf whom was doing more then simply capturing her... or allow herself to turn to dust. She had stated her position before... but as the white appeared more frequently before her... she would know that her choices were coming to a complete and ultimate head!

She tensed somewhat when she felt his arm beneath her - pressing against her lips, and it seemed to make it more difficult to concentrate on something that should have been so simple. She should have just bitten..but she couldn't concentrate.

With each thrust she just ended up moaning and whimpering with her lips against his arm. She searched desperately, trying to overcome the pleasure her body felt mixed with the pain of each thrust as he tore her in two each time, her lips moving over an artery before her fangs pierced the skin.

Immediately she felt the blood, and what was more was that the smell invaded her slender form, causing her to latch onto the two small puncture wounds, a weak growl escaping her lips as she fed...as quickly as she possibly could - wanting to get as much blood as possible before he pulled away.

He smirked... he was well aware of how much blood a vampire needed to be fully sustained.. he had seen plenty of his brothers and sisters drained of blood, only to find that the 'enemy' had been responsible for the withered corpses. Yet now... as her fangs drew the blood from the arm he had offered her, she felt him growl... a low... menacing growl.

He allowed her a full minute of blood... before he wrenched his arm away.. she could not be given enough to 'get away' but he didn't want her to die either. Even as she pumped her hips up into the air, even as he tore her in two, she could feel her werewolf master fucking her deeply, pressing and touching each place within her, even rubbing her g-spot.

Yet his orgasm began to approach... and if she had thought he was massive before... the ball on the end of his dog like cock began to move up... to press into her so that he could cum.... so that he would lock them together. His pace never ceased, his cock pounding her pussy into submission... though the grapefruit sized ball pushed forcibly into her!