Am I ... Crazy?!

[La_Reina]

(Closed for LordLuck)

"HO, HO, HO, HO! A travelling we shall be!"

"Shhh, Malcolm. You know what they say about this section of the forest," Nyteria said to her husband. She gripped his arm tightly and kept looking about them. "Be quiet or," Nyteria looked left and right before whispering, "they'll come."

"HOGWASH WOMAN," Malcolm bellowed. At his wife's glare he talked at a more normal tone. "That's just stories they tell children to keep them in line, to not wander in the woods, and when a child does get lost in the woods and eaten by wolves. It has to be ... MONSTERS!"

Nyteria jumped at her husband's loud taunt and slapped his chest. She looked up at her husband with doe eyes admiring the one man who didn't think she was crazy for all her superstitions, premonitions, and ways of abolishing evil. She was beginning to think the whispers of her family were true. That the woman were pretty on the eyes, but hard on the soul. Every male born or married to the Kalash woman died an unusual death. Then again her great great grandmother had killed her husband and 3 grandsons. All with good reason. They were evil.

Still Nyteria was lucky that Malcolm saw through all that baloney and married her anyways. They had been married 6 glorious months and she couldn't be happier. Right now they were on the way from her family's village (and crossing the cursed forest) to his family's village where they would live their life happily ever after. Nyteria had begged Malcolm to take the long route around the forest, but he wanted to cut the 3 day's time off their travel by going through the forest. Many travelers entered and exited on the other hand many travelers entered and were never seen or heard from again.

"Malcolm, husband, please."

Malcolm turned his eyes to his young beautiful wife and smiled. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Okay, my love." Nyteria glowed at his words and she leaned her head forward for a kiss. Malcolm was a great kisser and tonight was no exception. He kissed her passionately and seductively making her moan into his mouth. That ignited his fire and he pushed her against a tree and lifted her skirts, his cold hands, chilling her warm skin. Nyteria was used to her husband's ''zest'' and encouraged it. She thrust her hips out and ran her own hands up and down his hard chest.

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[LordLuck]

He smelled it.

He felt it. He heard it in the air, as it washed around the trees and trunks in the forest, his home, his domain, as another prey had dared to enter not only the woods, but his woods. That was his territory. His hunting grounds.

Anithing found upon it was his by right.

That was nature itself running it's course, however how unnatural he was himself. That was his land. And his father's. And his father's before that. All since the eons of time, when the forest was wider, when the folk of men had laboured far away in the plains where they've grown cattle and sowed fields. Those people were not too different then himself. No. They were similar and familiar in many ways.

And so unlike in many others.

He strode through the woodland, unseen and unheard except for the kinnest of creatures. And he found them. He looked upon them, a couple, who dared to tread his land. And worse.

They've where loud. Disrespectful. He could see that the male was beloved, but that the femaled was herself desired, as the couple settled over into the a tree.

They've dared to defile his land, mating in his domain without his consent! That alone enraged him. But he stood quiet still. And watched.

He watched, quiet, as Malcolm and Nyteria enjoyed themselves, oblivious to the world.

 

[La_Reina]

"Malcolm no, we can't."

"Why not love."

"We're outside," Nyteria looked around with concerned.

Her husband also looked around, but with a more incredulous look on his face. "Woman, we are alone. The luggage and other folks went around the big scary forest, oooooh," Malcolm taunted. "So we're all alone where I get to wild crazy things to my wife." Malcolm kissed her neck, making Nyteria shiver. "Whom I," Malcolm grazed between her heated center making Nyteria moan, "Love."

Nyteria was whatever Malcolm wanted. She submitted to her husband and let him spread her legs and slide himself deep into her hot fiery canal. She threw her head back and moaned as she felt him slide slowly inside her. He always went slow at first; torturing her with his ministrations until she begged for a fucking. He loved hearing her beg to be pounded, that she needed him harder and deeper.

Nyteria felt herself being lowered to the ground with her husband on top, his eyes looking into hers as he continued his slow fucking. "Malcolm..." she pleaded. She was close to begging him to do her like she needed to be done. He watched her eyes as they opened and closed trying to focus. "Malcolm ... please." She was close, but not yet. He needed to hear her beg, needed her to say the magic words.

 

[LordLuck]

That was it.

They've willingly desacrated his dwellings. That had enraged him so much that he would see them dead with his bare hands. But... the woman had caught his eye. She was submissive. She was quiet. She was willing to be taken by her mate, it seemed. And she was in heat.

He desired her.

From that moment on, he wished her for himself. He would take her. And mate her. And mate her again. And again. Until she was bearing his progeny. Until she was his and his alone. Until she was dead.

Exhausted from his savage pummeling. He hoped that she would last more and longer than any other of the maidens he had taken as the years passed and his domain grew wider. Ah, yes. He had done this before. A few times only, but most of them he had devoured or discarded to be devoured by other creatures that dwelt the woods.

He growled, menacingly, as he decided to approach, only his wide, red eyes visible.

 

[La_Reina]

Nyteria was in the throes of passion, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of her surroundings. She pushed at Malcolm's chest sitting up. Malcolm slipped slightly out of her causing Nyteria to moan even as her eyes got wide with fright. "I... I heard something?"

Malcolm glanced around nervously. It could be wolves, but the longer they waited hearing nothing but their own breathing the more Malcolm's mind rested on his hard member still in his wife's pussy. He pushed forward and Nyteria gasped as her eyes turned toward his. "No, we can't. Something's out there."

"Yes, and somethings in here." It made no sense, but he pushed her down on her back and drove a bit faster. Nyteria struggled uselessly finally giving in like always and spreading her legs wider, arching her back, taking him deeper. She turned her head and thought she saw red eyes before her eyes closed in pleasure.

She snapped her eyes opened and for a moment she couldn't breathe or move. She searched for those red eyes, but there was nothing there. She had imagined it. Malcolm thrusted hard into her and she forgot about the eyes. "Say it," he demanded as he stared into her eyes. Nyteria opened and closed her mouth. Her face reddening at the strain to say the words he desired; words that embarrassed her to say. "Say it!"

Nyteria turned her head back towards where she had last seen the red eyes. Not to face what she had never saw, but because it was a comfortable position as she closed her eyes and said the words that would make her Malcolm cum hard and violently in her. "I'm your fucktoy; fuck me like the slut I am. You're powerful and hard," she turned her head back to her husband and stared into his eyes that were darkening with passion. "Do with me whatever you want!"

 

[LordLuck]

Even at his warning tone, the couple had disregarded his presence.

That was unnerving. Had they not heard his growl?

He growled again, thrice as loud as the first time, this time approaching the mating pair quickly, walking long strides as he pushed bushes and branches aside his tall, large frame, his red eyes glimmering with desire and rage. And he smelled it. The male. He was going to defile the woman. He could not allow it - for otherwise, she would turn from a pleasure-giver to a simple snack , and he thought that, for the moment, one was enough for a feast.

He stood up right behind the kneeling man. He was tall, almost 6 inches taller than Malcolm. And he was wide - his brown-furred chest broad, his long arms ending in vicious, hunting claws with long, wicked nails. Protuding from the long mane that streamed over his head, stood a pair of long, wicked horns.

This was a new element to the many outrageous claims and acts that trepassers had done to his lands. His father used to tell him that during his long lifetime, many had done the same - adding new, inventive ways to taunt them into action. He remembered once, as his father sat with a freshly unfleshed skull at his bloody claws, slurping on the matter within the bone structure, that the one that was now being eaten by his father was no other than his mother.

He was young then. It was a long, long time ago. And since that time, he had devoured many.

He stood up on his two legs, pulling his long arms togheter at his chest, and roaring in defiance, challenging the male to stand and face him off for the mating rights. Otherwise... he'd had to kill him.

 

[La_Reina]

The words were spoken. Her husband was close and ... what was that?! She pushed forward even as Malcolm was too close to care what that was and was only thinking of spurting his hot seed into his wife's welcoming womb. Even as he felt her muscles clench up he did not recognize it was from terror and not from his passion or her pleasure.

Nyteria was yelling at Malcolm who didn't seem to hear her as she tried to tell him some huge thing was coming at them. She saw it almost too late, but heard him enough. Nyteria would have scream if her lungs were working. Instead she just stared up at it and Malcolm was enough of himself to look back at whomever right before he was going to spurt his seed. Malcolm was pulled from between her legs and the fright of the monster pushed him over the edge. His seed spurted in a high arc as he was thrown backwards.

"Malcolm!" Nyteria was able to run now and she quickly pulled her dress down to hide her sex from the beast. She got to her feet and was about to run after her husband when the thing turned back to her. She didn't want to die. She slowly backpedaled her hands out in front of her to ward him off. Her eyes kept glancing to the tree Malcolm had hit and his supposed prone body not too far from them.

 

[LordLuck]

He roared as he had just pulled the male away from his prize. His prize. The one that he would claim... once the male was over. He had to decide quickly, for even in the mating stupor the man could come after him and ruin it all in no time. To pick up the female and take her to safety... or to face the male?

The security instinct spoke louder. He pounced after the male's limp body, who wasn't moving after hitting hard against the tree beside him. He dug both claws into the male's back, his fingers intruding the man's skin until He could feel the blood oozing between his fingers.

However, the male didn't flinched. Didn't even moaned a thing.

Had He breaken the male's back? Perhaps. But it wasn't a time for doubts now, no, it was a time for certainties. He lowered his fanged face, his mouth opening wide, aiming for the male's neck...

Would the female react beside showing him her mahogany-coloured palms? Was she trying to ward him off just like that? Or was she summoning a protector, a spirit of her ancestors? He could not know. He could not tell. The times passed and the Men got new gods and new customs and new garments. He stood the same. The only.

 

[La_Reina]

She stared at the ... huge wolfie man thing? and took another step back. Then another. It swung his head to her husband and took off for him. Nyteria yelped at the sudden movement and took a step toward her husband. She watched the claws sink into his back and she screamed NO between her fingers. Transfixed she watched her husband get mutilated and killed. She had to get help, guns, people to kill this thing.

Nyteria gathered her skirts and ran. Her adrenaline was pumping and all she heard was the sound of wind rustling past her ears. Her mind was sharp with the extra hormones coursing through her body and she made more than one leap she hadn't thought she was capable of it it hadn't been for that thing behind her. She made one fatal mistake and glanced behind her to see if she could catch one last sad glimpse of her husband ... it was behind her!

Nyteria stumbled, but caught her balance losing only precious seconds. "No, stop!" Her fright was dulling the adrenaline she was making irrational decisions and she missed a jump that previously she had cleared that was higher. Her foot scraped on it and with one hand on the ground and her feet moving she managed to keep going without spilling. Though now her skirts were getting tangled in her legs and she knew this was going to end badly. She glanced behind her again and he was closer. She was going to die. Like her husband. No!

 

[LordLuck]

He clawed back and forth into the unresponding body of the male, tearing flesh and pulling bone apart with his powerful claws, his furred frame getting caked in the late Malcolm's blood and meaty slices. He bited viciously at the man's neck, jerking his head around to pull it free from the neck, the vital, rich fluid of crimson slashing all around the clearing.

And then, there was the female.

His prize. His claim. He turned around to search for her... and saw her flowing skirts wavering as she runned. Of course she did flee. Her male companion - her protector - had just been subdued for eternity by Himself. he had to chase for her. And he did.

Running on the fours, He was awfully faster than the female. This was His land, His woods, and He knew all of it - running from the best places, knowing where there were less obstacles to his size in parallel to the female's own, random running. He was getting closer now. There she was, her cinnamon-skin a unusual treat into his woods. Closer and closer he came towards her, finally glimpsing where he could catch his prey - she had just stumbled on something, and that fortunate delay would see her his.

He pounced, both arms extended wide across his front.

He catched the female by the hips, rolling over her and pulling her against himself for three times, until finishing their race with her pinned under his massive frame. Clenshing his claws around her wrists, He extended them around wide, forcing her to watch at his bloody frame.

 

[La_Reina]

Nyteria felt as though her lungs were going to burst and she could feel her strength failing. She was getting tired and her fright didn't make her faster just stupider. She glanced back again, something she shouldn't have done and that's when it happened. He jumped, as she turned her body, and he caught her. They tumbled through the air and then rolled on the ground until she felt all of him on top of her and she was down on the ground.

"Please, don't. Don't kill me," tears streamed down her face as she begged over and over for the thing not to hurt her.

He bent low over her as though he was going to sniff her or was going to bite her. With her arms splayed wide Nyteria grabbed a thick stick and hit him in the head. It did little good. The large rock to the face made him roar up and she scooted from under him and heard her dress tear. This was good as it freed her legs and she was able to run faster.

Nyteria didn't know where she was anymore. She hadn't reached the edge of trees like she thought which meant she was running deeper into the woods. She stopped and stared around. He was nowhere to be seen, but she could hear him running through the brush. In a bit he'll be upon her. Seeing a tree Nyteria ran towards it thinking to hide on the other side, but the roots were on top of the ground creating a small hole. She tucked herself inside and listened hoping the beast would run past her.

 

[LordLuck]

She had escaped him. Again.

That enraged him. This was his land, his domain, and she was his for the taking. Had he not subdued her mate? Had he not killed her protector? It was his time to become her defender, her beloved, her master. He would subdue her, in time. For now, his rage meant only one thing.

He would take her.

Running through the bushes, growling his characteristical, animalistic roar, he stopped to sniff through the air. Looking closely, he could see the scratches about the bushes, the marks over smashed plants... the way the female had just runned through. He searched for her, taking his time, for he could hear her no more.

She was hiding from him.

But this was his forest. He knew how to track anyone in this place. There was a tree, just beside the way the woman should have runned. But that tree... under it, laid a forgotten hole. A hole were once a couple of foxes lived. The foxes were long gone, and weed grew upon it. Where was the weed?

He had found her.

Approaching the hole quiet as the night, He smelled it. Yes. She was there. Quickly, he used his great paw to dig into it, grabbing away, hoping to fetch his prize. His female. And to his amusement, he touched hair. Grabbing it strongly, he pulled on it.

 

[La_Reina]

Nyteria stayed very very still as she listened. This was the scariest moment of her life. Her mind working up all kinds of scenarios since her eyes and ears heard nothing. Than she heard it. It had stopped and was ... sniffing. Oh dear Gods could it .... smell her. Nyteria slowly put her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming when she saw a shadow on the tree from the moonlight. It was getting smaller and smaller which meant he was coming closer and closer.

She saw his paw come down slowly and she moved to the side, but there wasn't much room. His claws scratched through her dress and she felt them graze her thighs and hips. The paw came down again this time near her face and she felt her hair being tugged, then clamped. Nyteria yelped, as she was pulled up by her hair and thrown in front of the beast.

On her knees she had one hand out and the other on the ground as she tried to steadied herself. "Please. Leave me alone."

 

[LordLuck]

Oh, he wouldn't.

The chase had opened his appetites, and many a creature knew that His urges and thirsts were almost unquenchable. True, once sated, he took time to recover, but to see that defiant female running through his land had both enraged and amused him. But now... now, she was his.

They mate.

As Nyteria stood on her fours, trying to steady herself after the savage race, and now, the exerction of being pulled out, He quickly settled himself behind her. Her ruined skirts were no problem for him to bypass, and soon, he had forced herself down under his massive size. Laying both clawed hands at the woman's hips, He started to rub himself against her, having her locked tigh under his girth.

He bellowed, his unhuman cry claiming her as his own. She was his.

And so, from under his furred groin, he started to rub himself against Nyteria's ass. She was his, to be claimed. And so, as the stallion covered the mare, as the bull mated the cow, as the dog knotted the bitch, He started his own, primitive ritual, rubbing his growing hardness against her backside.

 

[La_Reina]

Nyteria stared at him. She must have blinked because suddenly he was behind her and worse had forced her onto her stomach under his weight. No, she thought she had felt worse, him grinding against her was the worse part. She could feel him getting hard and she felt sickened. He didn't truly intend to ... to go where only her husband had gone before. The thought of her husband made her cry out with sorrow and she tried to claw the earth to get free of him.

((sorry so short there wasn't much for me to go on))

 

[LordLuck]

All his furred fram above her coated Nyteria's back from the cold night. He was suddenly all over her back, lowering his head slowly to lay it's formless face beside her head. It started licking her, nibbling at her ear, cleaning her tearful face as she trashed under him, trying to get away.

But she would not. He was too heavy for her to get away, his powerful arms closed at her hips greedily. Yes, his hardening member was now at full erection. He was ready.

Slowly, He started to spread out Nyteria's butt cheeks, and focing his groin foward, he started to probe her asshole with his large, unhuman member. He was aching to get into her, but still, there were rites nature required from anyone. Even him. Pushing Nyteria back into his groin, he finally started to delve into her butt.

 

[La_Reina]

Tears rained down her face as her emotions got the best of her. The horror of seeing her husband killed, being chased, and now this! She crawled and scratched and she broke more than a few nails clawing at the earth to un-trap herself from what he was going to do. She screamed when she felt his tongue on her face. Was he enjoying her tears? The horror of it all nearly drove her insane. She knew in a moment she was going to lose her fucking mind.

She felt him grab her bum and spread it wide. She paused, still as ever. She had never ... she didn't think... this was worse MUCH WORSE! "Nooooooooooo," she screamed as she tried with a new desperation to get away. There was no lubrication nothing and as he pushed in she screamed at the pain. It hurt more than anything she ever felt and she felt herself tear inside. She felt on fire and she couldn't help the boil in her stomach as she turned and threw up a bit beside her.

Still he pushed on and she dry heaved at the pain. She had never felt such incredible horrible pain in her life. This was worse than the pain she felt seeing the light fade from her husband's eyes; the man whom she loved more than life. "Please, stop, please," she chanted over and over. She wasn't even aware she was begging him to stop or speaking as she felt nothing but liquid fire; repulsive pain.

 

[LordLuck]

He felt a wave of pleasure wash through all of his senses. Positioned behind the woman, violating her hallowed places, He claimed before all who was now her Lord and Master. But that was not enough. He loved to see her contorting her lithe form firmly held by his iron-like grip, to see her tears of terror and pain.

And so, he started pummelling her. She was tight, and that was also painful for himself, her walls constricting him, but even though it wasn't confortable, it was delightful. Spreading her wide around his inhuman erection, He was now the complete owner of her.

And he would make use of her.

She cried and complained, screamed and struggled, but he would not cease. Slowly, surely, taking the excruciating time he knew he had, he started to actually fuck her ass. At first, he had only driven into her halfway through his girth. Now, he was going deeper and deeper, until he could feel his testicles slapping at her womanhood. He was slow, and deliberatly so, loving to see her grab at the grassy ground, in her feeble attempts to escape his grasp.

He would love it.

 

[La_Reina]

She screamed. Obviously the thing cared not about her pain and drove deeper and deeper into her. She finally gave up and let him take what he wanted. Her head laying down on her arms as his thrusts caused her body to rise and fall with him. She felt his hands on her hips guiding her higher and she felt him sink another inch into her anus. She moaned not in pleasure, but a whimpering pain as he continued his long, slow, deep thrusts into her.

She felt him pulse, she felt him bulge, and with a cry she felt something she had only felt in her pussy and from her husband. She felt his hot seed coat and sting her ass. The pain was so intense she passed out.

When she woke up it was daylight out. She was still on the ground, but the monster was gone. She ran to her husband's body, but it was mutilated. She cried as she felt the burning in her ass. The cum had dried and looked as if nothing was there though she was sticky. The hunters who heard the inhuman bellow, but decided to wait until day break to venture into the woods, found her there next to her husband. Cursed they whispered around her as they guided her back to her home on the outskirts of town.

The day crept by slowly as people offered their condolences and left in a hurry. She was back to being cursed and though they felt they should say something and offer food they were too scared to stay around her for longer than a moment. Finally, night came and to her horror she felt as if her bum was still stretch wide and open. She cried as people said it was wolves. The prints, the scratches, the marks were wolves, and no one or thing would mate with a female. It was grief that had her cry out a wolf man. No one believed her.

 

[LordLuck]

She was his.

And He would not allow her to stay away from him. Once He had first used her, He went back into his lands, having many other matters to attend to. However, she was gone, as he knew she would. So, he had sniffed the ground. He had sensed the wind and the trees, who told him of her whereabouts.

And so it came to be that He had tracked her. Tracked her towards a small village poised just outside of the woods, way beyond his land. Somewhere, between those wooden houses and stoney walls, stood his mate. His female. The one that he would have bearing his spawn. As his father had once done. She would complain and complain, until she would finally submit herself to his own lusts. Until she would be too tired to complain. And then, he would feast on her flesh.

But not now. He awaited in the woods, over the trees, as the day went on, the Sun downed, and the crickets started their melody. He stalked the houses quietly, jumpig lightly from roof to roof... until he finally felt her scent. And slowly but dilligently, he opened himself a way into her home's dark rooftop...

 

[La_Reina]

Nyteria had sent for her cousin to come visit and help her as she mourned. The girl would be here in a week's time and that comforted her some what. Nyteria had managed to take a long bath and scrub her body til she was red and even some parts bleeding. She had poured the water out her back door and was standing in front of the fireplace letting it warm her body. She remembered nights before doing thus and her husband would just stare at her. He loved looking at her and he delighted in the feel of her skin newly scrubbed and soft. Often they would make love even on the table or chair he was sitting in. Nyteria felt something wet on her cheeks and she pressed her hand flat on her face. She would not cry anymore.

She turned and went into her bedroom. The bed was big enough for 3. Her husband wanting a child soon inside her. She crawled into the bed curled up as though she could feel his hands on her. Feel her husbands breath on her body. Exhausted she fell into a deep sleep. She was so happy. Her husband was with her. Her belly round. They kept kissing and once he licked her long and slow. She moaned into the air. Her husband was always ready for her and she loved she could do that to him.

Nyteria bolted up from the dream. She was confused at first before it all came rushing back. Her husband was dead. She was alone. But what woke her. Nyteria looked around the room seeing nothing. She slowly lowered herself back to the bed the tiny embers of the fire casting shadows on the walls. She was scared, something was here, and she couldn't shake that feeling.

 

[LordLuck]

He slowly descended into the floor, his large, clawed hands gripping into the wooden/adobe wall easily, lowering his enormous frame into the wooden floor. That roared at his weight. He had been denounced! He laid flat as quietly as his hunter skills allowed him to, his fur mingling in the room's darkness just before Nyteria moved in her bed, awoken.

He growled in warning, the long fur on his back erected. His female was laying on her large bed. He had to be quick, had to be fierce, had to consume the night's act before she... or anyone really awoke.

Suddenly, he had the idea. He would impose himself over her. And she would submit herself to him. That was the only natural way of reaction. He had bested her mate. She was his to mate, now. That was only right and fitting, after all. He stood tall slowly, his large, pitch-black member waving under his groin. And worse, he slowly started to craddle over the bed, a beast of a nightmare, coming to lay over Nyteria.

Would she cry in panic? He doubted. The horror in her eyes couldn't still discern if she was dreaming... or shocked.

 

[La_Reina]

Nyteria slowly drifted back to her sleep her body overcome by the day's events. She tried to stay awake, make sure she nothing got her, but she couldn't stop her heavy lids from falling or her lead fill limbs from snuggling closer. She was half asleep when she felt the mattress dip. At first she thought nothing of it, but she felt like something was crawling. Lazily she rolled onto her back and watched the shadows dance.

Nyteria sat up sleepily as in her dream like state she wasn't completely sure what she was looking at. It looked like a shadowy fog had penetrated the bedroom. It should have scared her witless, but her body was beyond exhausted and her mind was telling her to sleep. Hell it was a miracle she was able to sit up.

"Malcolm," she called for her dead husband. Malcolm would do something just like this. Come to her in the middle of the night after getting up to drink or something. He would do all kinds of wickedly delicious things to her. "Malcolm love, is that you?" Her body felt as if something was off, but her mind refused to acknowledge it. It was ready to be delusional even as she felt adrenaline race through her body. Something was off and she had to shake off the fog in her mind if she wanted to know what.

 

[LordLuck]

He growled once again in acknowledge as Nyteria asked for her late husband. Still, in his own warped mind, he filled that charge now. He was her mate, her lord, her owner. And He intended to make her sure of it.

Once over the bed, He slowly started to rub himself again her legs, his long, claw-like hands finally coming to slide at her feet, slowly pulling Nyteria's limp body towards himself. He was now fully over the bed, and motioned himself to stay just above the woman, her vision suddenly darkened by his own, massive frame. But this time, she was his to enjoy. The female had already been punished by trespassing into his lands. Now, he followed her for another thing.

To mate. To enjoy his capture. He lowered his odd-looking face towards Nyteria's tummy, sniffing at her, touching her skin with his wet, warm nose, searching her for the scents of other males. Even though dulled, He was satisfied to find that his smell still was reminiscent over the woman. It was enough. In a wicked caress, he licked his long, war tongue over Nyteria's naked belly.

 

[La_Reina]

Malcolm didn't growl. Well, he did, but not like that. Nyteria blinked twice and slowly the figure of Malcolm was being replace. The shadow was too big. The build too bulky. The skin too hairy. This wasn't ... her ... husband. It came to her as if she was punched in the gut. Malcolm was dead. She was dragged down a bit and frightened she stared at the monster she should be having nightmares about.

His hairy body was close enough she could feel it. She tried to kick out, but his arm pinned her legs down as he ... licked her? Was he going to eat her? Oh by the gods. Nyteria opened her mouth to scream and before it started his hand was wrapped around her throat choking it off. Nyteria struggled, but the hand didn't loosen. Only when she exhausted and felt like she was going to pass out did the fingers loosen.

"Please don't kill me. I'm sorry. I didn't tell anyone about you." That last part was a lie, but no one believed her.