Hunter reborn.

[dryfter]

(This thread is closed for TieMeTightly. Enjoy!)

Michael Tarvish
6'3", 215 lbs, black hair, green eyes
lithe and athletic build from years of the hunt.

How he had longed for this day......

He could smell her....even now. Along with her new partner.....a replacement for him. Michael couldn't help but feel a certain hint of derisive contempt as a tangier scent reached his flaring nostrils.....a scent of arousal. So she planned to mate with him too, huh? No doubt the same empty act she'd always performed in the past when her libido got the better of her. She was always so careful....the last thing a hunter like her needed was to get pregnant in the middle of a chase.....

The sound of rushing water. Her partner in the shower....no doubt freshening up for his impending romantic affair.

This would be too easy. A single claw reached forward, drawn across the glass window pane of the adjacent room, the melted sand parting easily beneath its razor touch. Reaching forward through the smallish hole he'd cut....the same wicked appendage made short work of the tripwire boobytrap that their very lives had been depending on....

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"Don't leave me! Where are you going?!"

His screams were endless. The double doors of the mausoleum forever locked to him....locked by his own partner as she had left him to die.

But he hadn't died.

For days and nights, they had flayed his flesh with their fangs....feral and canine mouths alike grinning wickedly as the wounds mended themselves only to be opened once more.....his body already beginning to change. And through it all....each second of agony.....he never stopped thinking of her.

The look of fear on her face.....despair falling in the face of utter terror. She had left him there in order to save her own precious hide....

It had been her idea, tomboy that she was. An easy mark for a quick cash bounty. Michael had been more than happy to assist when she had spoken to him of the werewolf supposedly terrorizing the surrounding town....an old abandoned graveyard its apparent hiding place. It was only when they had entered far enough into its depths that they realized it for the trap it was....

He had run out of bullets, taking down more than his share of the monsters.....fully expecting her to have his back. Instead, she had fled in the face of their numbers, even as the hammer of his gun fell upon the first of many empty chambers to come....

Still more had been wounded. He had been an accomplished knife-fighter in his human days, and always made sure to carry a pair of sturdy silvered blades. Yet in the end, he knew it wouldn't be enough.

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The window silently slipped upward as his shadowy form passed through the vulnerable aperture. His mind continued to reel from the painful memories of the past....even more so now that his vengeance was so close at hand.

They had watched....each with their own malicious intent....their desire to claim. The heads of each clan together....an event so rare it only happens every other millenia.....or when a hunter deemed a big enough threat that immediate disposal is called for arises.

But which clan would claim him? For that....he needed to experience his first changing. It was one they were all too willing to force upon him.

And yet....the agony.....Michael flinched even two years later as a clawed hand reached for the door of the empty room. He would have to neutralize the male first, if he ever hoped to get a shot at her. With any luck, she would be expecting her lover and wouldn't even have any weapons readied for his arrival....not that she'd be an easy take down regardless. Still....he had to be silent.

There was nothing quite like it.....the feeling of every muscle in your body burning, its nerves alight with adrenaline and fire as it twisted and morphed into a new shape. Ligaments and bones popping and snapping, sometimes breaking during a first change, forcing a victim like him into the same bloodthirsty monsters he'd hunted for almost a decade.....

In the end, it had been the panther clan that had taken him in. His fur a glossy shade of nightfall, padded paws tipped with wickedly barbed claws matched in sharpness only by the pointed row of teeth that now threatened to be exposed from behind hate curled lips.

The steam of the bath concealed much as the door opened silently, the young idiot actually relaxing back in the tub....a damp washcloth on his forehead as he soaked blissfully in the heated water. Eyes closed in contentment would never open again....Michael's jaws opening impossibly wide to engulf the man's throat and rip it away with bloody speed.

Taking a moment to savor his handiwork, as well as bathe the bloodied mess of his face in the rapidly coloring bath water, he completed the job with the man's own waiting towel. It wouldn't do for him to appear in such a way in front of her.....not when there were so many more complex ways of instilling fear in her heart.....

There was no need for silence now.....his fur silently melding back into his flesh.....his growls barely contained at the continued discomfort as he shifted back into his human form. It was like this that he wanted to appear before her again.....so she could know.....know who he was.....and know her fate.

Exiting the bathroom with a smile, he could already smell her....so close now. Reaching for the door to her room, she could hear the knob turn with a soft click.....

"It's been a while....."

With an almost languid motion, Michael entered....keeping a close eye on his prey....as well as where she had set her weapons.

It had begun.

 

[TieMeTightly]

While her partner was in the shower rinsing off and getting himself ready she rather easily found herself in front of the mirror, primping. It wasn't really like she needed it. Unless she was out on the field she was really rather girly despite what anyone believed.

Of course she had no idea that he was there. Hell she didn't even know that he was alive. She thought she had left him for dead..the thought of leaving someone she cared about behind made her shiver..but she had to look out for herself, too.

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"I'm sorry!" That was all that she responded..she had to look out for herself..she had to get away. It wasn't that she had left him - it was that he had fallen behind and she wasn't about to go back.

She had left him there and the guilt haunted her daily..but she had to move on. Life went on and time went on - and the thought that he had died that day so she really though that she had nothing to worry about. Unfortunately she hadn't planned on having him come back.

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"Takes forever.." She muttered quietly under her breath as her newest tryst got cleaned up in the shower and she fixed the bit of makeup on her face as she stood in rather skimpy looking lingerie. It wasn't made to prance around in, just made to be taken off, really. The lingerie was simple. A black bustier for her full C cup breasts which looked incredible on her slight frame.

She was not the biggest hunter there was out there. Standing at a slight height of 5'2'' and weighing only 105 pounds took a toll on a person, though she had a great figure, really. Her brown hair fell in loose ringlets and her blue eyes were wide at this point with impatience.

She had missed the entire scene in the bathroom, and glanced around the room with a slight pout, laying down on her back on the bed as she waited in the bustier and rather revealing lace boyshorts along with little heels to complete the look. Yes, she spoiled who she slept with..it was always more fun that way.

Blue eyes had shut when she heard the door click and she sighed heavily in relief, sitting up only to have her eyes widen in obvious shock. "Michael.." She looked more than surprised to see him, and she didn't seem to like that she was already on the bed..where her weapons were carefully stowed in her closet at the moment.

Celeste was cautious not to say anything..stupid. So she just said his name, though her mouth was agape as she tried to understand how he was alive...and standing too close to her.

 

[dryfter]

Cloaked almost completely in black, the two of them stared at each other for long moments. A deep hunter lighting in his soul, not to mention his loins. It would be hard for him to keep from claiming her right away, with her dressed the way she was.....some things never changed. Except perhaps for her choice of color.....

"What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost. You didn't actually think I'd die in a place like that, did you?"

If nothing else, Celeste filled out her lingerie even better than she had two years ago. To his trained eye, he cought every catch of her breath, its fluttering halting the heaving of her generous breasts for the barest fraction of a second.

"You split town awfully fast, Celeste. It's taken me two years to track you down. Now that I've found you, it seems you've replaced me from your life completely, huh?"

His eyes smoldered as he allowed just the tiniest bit of his contempt for her to show through them. His scan of the room had been short, but had told much....the stupid girl having actually trusted in her booby traps alone to keep them safe. Her weapons were nowhere to be seen.

"So like you.....setting aside the items that would save your life in a tight spot, in favor of the barest of defenses. All so you can get a cock in that tight little body of yours."

He grinned then, a truly wicked thing, that showed her his new lack of humanity.....fangs bared in her direction. He delighted in the sight of her eyes widening suddenly with alarm.

"Your friend won't be joining you tonight. I didn't feel the need for him to interrupt such a reunion between friends."

He kept his motions calm, rational, and yet purposeful as he edged toward the bed where she lay. Seconds later and she was in reach....his muscular body settingly gracefully on the edge of the bed even as a single fingertip reached to brush against the creamy skin of one knee.

"Tell me....did you know this was coming? Is this why you fled town after you abandoned me?"

His eyes lowered to roam her body.....no longer even attempting to hide his gaze as his sight swept across each deliciously petite curve.

"Do you have any idea what I've got in store for you, Celeste? We've a lot of catching up to do......and I don't think you're going to enjoy any of it....."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste stared in disbelief as he stepped forward and shook her head slightly at him, not really knowing what to say in response. He almost immediately began taking shots at her and she frowned, drawing herself farther onto the bed though her eyes rather easily darted to the closet. She figured that if she needed to, she could get there.

At least she thought. When he commented on her getting a cock inside of her her gaze immediately refocused on him and she glared, however her eyes widened as she saw the fangs, her face paling slightly from a sudden fear.

When he mentioned her partner she tensed, and jerked her leg away from him when she felt the touch, not really able to keep herself calm at this point.

He was incredibly close to her - and he wasn't hiding the fact that he was looking over her slender form with a new hunger that she had never seen before. "..Stop this..this..this is ridiculous. I don't know who you think you are.."

She looked to the bathroom then and then back to him as he let the next threat fly. "I...I'm not going to let you do anything to me..you might be..whatever you are but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Without so much as a word she was moving to the edge of the bed, obviously making a dash for the closet.

 

[dryfter]

Well she certainly hadn't lost any of her speed....

Michael spun to catch the darting girl as Celeste whipped her scantily clad body from the bed, dashing with dire intent towards the room's only closet. So that was where she'd hid her weapons....no wonder he'd not seen them.

Thin fingers closed upon the handle of one such instrument of destruction, the closet door being whipped open with a wall shuddering bang. And yet, just as quickly, his own grip found hers. She could feel his breath on the back of her bare neck and shoulders, he was so close. She may have reached her goal, but as his fingers tightened around that shapely wrist......that was as far as she was getting.....

"I see you've kept yourself in shape. Very nice."

He really didn't care if she dropped the weapon or not, unless it was a gun she'd found.....then he'd simply squeeze until he'd cut off the nerve system in her wrist and it fell useless to the floor. Slowly and with deliberate ease, inhuman strength gradually forced her arm backward, not surprised at all to hear what she had tried so hard to retrieve now clattering to the floor....

And yet, he was only in so much of a mood to play. Michael smiled at the softest of whimpers as he wrenched the offending arm back behind her back, even as he reached for the other with a free hand. Few humans could possibly attempt to hold a struggling hunter like this and not be completely occupied with just the one hold he had....and yet....he of course, was no longer human.

With an almost feral hiss....he could feel her shudder as he cruelly twisted the other arm to match the first's position behind her. Not letting up for a second, Celeste found herself lifted off her feet.....her own weight supported only by the tendons and muscles of her shoulders as he turned towards the bedroom door.

"I could see from your little glance that you're still expecting some form of salvation from your little lover. Let's go check on him, shall we?"

It was easy picking up someone as slight as Celeste. Indeed, he'd never noticed just how little she'd weighed until just this moment. Turning after exiting her bedroom....Michael gave the bathroom door a vicious kick, setting it rocking dangerously on its hinges and revealing the evening's gorefest to his helpless captive.

The bathtub was now stained a bright crimson, the dead's blood having flowed freely to mix with the water. So much throat torn away she could see the bone of the boy's spine clearly showing through the ruined tissue and muscle. The one consolation she might have had.....his eyes had never opened before death......he had never even known the end of his existance was upon him.....

"I don't think he's coming to your rescue."

Michael snorted his disgust, as he robbed her of her view, providing the barest of relief. A relief that was all too short-lived as they crossed the threshold of the bedroom once more.

"You seem keen on preserving this life of yours, Celeste. This pitiful scrap of humanity. I wonder what all you'll do to keep me from sinking my fangs into your own tender flesh...."

He dropped her then, dumping her roughly on her own bed, the flat of his hand pressed firmly against the small of her back to pin her against the mattress.

"Do you know what its like? The first change? Would you like to know?"

He knew she was scared.....could smell her fear. And he'd only just begun.....

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste managed a sharp cry as she felt his hand close around her wrist as though even her speed was of no use to her, the agility made worthless as well, however it didn't stop her from trying. She immediately reached forward with her free hand, stepping toward the closet, her fingers grasping the first thing that she could find which she knew immediately to be useless anyway. An arrow for the crossbow..silver-tipped of course but it quickly fell to the ground as his grasp tightened.

Her breathing was a good bit uneven as she felt him pull her arm back, immediately drawing a whimper from her lips as it was forced behind her back. "M..Michael stop." She tried to keep her voice from shaking and managed to succeed as she already tried to free her wrists from behind her back, struggling easily against him but getting nowhere in the process.

When he mentioned her 'lover' she tensed against him, actually yelping as he lifted her only to groan at the strain it caused on her arms, her legs kicking violently - but still he wasn't phased. It was when she saw him in the tub that she stilled, however, her blue eyes widening at the sight, her breathing catching.

She could smell the blood easily but couldn't tear her eyes away, actually glad that he finally turned and carried her once again squirming frame back to the bedroom. When he dropped her unceremoniously on the bed she groaned quietly, immediately trying to lift herself from laying on her stomach as his palm remained against her back, his strength easily keeping her down and having no leverage at all to get away.

"Get off of me! What is this..d..did you think I wanted to leave you there?! You're not even dead s..so don't...just leave me alone!" She was squirming, pressed firmly against the mattress. He asked if she knew what the first change was like and she immediately grew quiet - nervous. "No.."

 

[dryfter]

"Get off of me! What is this..d..did you think I wanted to leave you there?! You're not even dead s..so don't...just leave me alone!"

Her excuses brought a savage snarl to his lips. How easy it would be to just kill her like he had the earlier hunter. And yet....that wasn't what he'd come for.

"Did you call for a retreat? Did you let me know you were leaving me all to myself? NO! You little bitch, you didn't want to draw attention to yourself as you slipped away. But you're not slipping away this time, are you?"

Surprisingly, his hold on her relinquished. He wanted her to turn around, so see once more what he'd become.....what her betrayal had done to him.

"If you run, little Celeste. I'll sink my fangs into that soft flesh of yours. Even if you do make it back to your weapons....and I know where they are now.....you'll not escape the disease I'll place inside of you. Not even if you kill me. Then perhaps, you'll gain just a little more insight of what I've gone through these last two years...."

Even as their eyes met, his brows furrowed, his irises an ever startling shade of green.... as his pupils narrowed dangerously into feral slits.

"We're going to catch up on old times, you and I. And I think the way you're dressed does much to catch me up in old nostalgia...."

 

[TieMeTightly]

She groaned as soon as he let go of her, and slowly - actually rather hesitantly rolled onto her back, drawing her legs up slowly as she attempted to scoot away from him. She didn't move off of the bed, however as the threats that followed kept her glued to her spot, her blue eyes wide as saucers.

He called her 'little Celeste', then, as though he was immediately putting her in her place, but she knew she wouldn't just be 'Celeste' anymore. She was already getting 'bitch' and 'whore' at any chance that he got.

Her breathing was uneven while his eyes changed shape..and colour and she cringed at the last bit of information. Catch up on old times.

"Michael.." She groaned the name quietly, shaking her head slightly. "You don't need to be like this..please..if you go..then I won't try and kill you..what do you possibly want from me?" Besides the obvious..besides the fact that he wanted to fuck probably every hole that she had savagely, wanting to get her back - to get revenge for her leaving him there.

Now - at this moment she regretted what she was wearing. She regretted that her chest was being lifted tauntingly by the bustier, that her bare pussy could be seen through the lace underwear, and even the heels, that made it practically impossible to do much in..but they looked good with the outfit.

 

[dryfter]

He was the predator. She was the prey. And such was the game of his pursuit. Michael's smile never wavered as he watched her slowly scoot up the bed, desperate to put distance between the two of them, but not so much so as to risk his threat of biting her.

With almost languid ease the reached out.....his timing perfect between the thrashing kicks of her legs. A thin fingertip drawing the gentlest of lines down the mound of her sex, tracing softly over her slit through the nearly translucent fabric.

"Perhaps you shouldn't be so willing to draw attention to this part of you, my slutty little hunter. You must be really disappointed....having gotten all dressed up for nothing."

His eyes held hers even now. And from the depths of her own frightened gaze, he could tell.....tell that she'd begun to surmise all of what he could do to her.

"Are you going to start getting undressed? No...no wait...I remember now. This little whore gets a kick out of her men undressing her. You like it, don't you Celeste? Knowing that a man can't wait to unwrap that luscious body of yours and rut on you like a savage beast."

The dark haired man hovered above her, and grinned, his eyes still not having shifted back to normal. Raising a hand, he could see her squirm not only at the sight of the dark hair sprouting from his normall tanned flesh.....but from the sound of it all. Fingers growing stubbier, widening into the claws of a feral paw. Razor sharp obsidian needles jutted dangerously from beneath the dark fur as he throughtfully stretched the appendage.

"It took a long time to gain control over the changing....at least to this extent."

He could hear her squeak in alarm as he reached for her then with his animalistic paw. One by one, the cords holding the bustier to her neatly severed. She was wearing little enough, and yet, he could feel the effect she had always had on him as the rapidly tearing garment exposed more and more of her creamy skin.

"What should I do with you, Celeste? No doubt you should be punished."

His human hand slid easily beneath the parting fabric, giving her the touch of a man she'd only been expecting that evening anyway. Gentle at first, he kneaded the firm flesh of one breast....happy to familiarize himself with her body once more.....

Looking down he glanced at her boyshorts, not missing just how tightly the hunter's thighs were clenched together. Oh yes.....she suspected.....

"So....are you going to open up to me peacefully? Or should I be forceful?"

The question was spoken quietly, but not without malicious intent. One way would certainly be more fun than the other, but either way....

He would have her.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste had still remained on the bed..that was good for something, right? She was listening to what he had told her..she wasn't running. However when he reached out she immediately tensed, but she wasn't fast enough to move away from him - the speed unreal as she felt his fingertip tracing her slit.

She inhaled sharply without even realizing it, trying to shake her head to protest the term 'slutty'. He was making it worse by a moment.

However as he hovered above her she immediately felt almost shrunken, leaning back against the mattress. "M..Michael.." She wanted to get him out of that phase...the fur..the claws. He reached out toward her and she yelped, turning her head away as though fearing some sort of attack but there was none. The only destruction was of the bustier, which fell easily to the bed, her firm chest freed only to be fondled by his hand. Not paw.

Her breathing was somewhat uneven as she felt him kneading at her breast and couldn't help but relax if just slightly at the..odd gentleness of it. She was still on guard, however as he mentioned punishment.

When she followed his gaze to between her legs she tensed visibly beneath him only to lift her hands and push against his chest. "Michael please don't do this..please j..just get off." She probably should have made certain that his hand was off of her breast before trying to get him away..

 

[dryfter]

"Michael please don't do this..please j..just get off."

He could feel her pushing against him....trying her hardest to drive him away, not yet fully coming to grips with the monster she herself had created. It was all in vain....is if she were trying to force a wall off its foundation. Her futility was only sharpened by the sudden pain of a twisted nipple as his touch went from gentle to brutal in the fraction of a second.

The flesh would bruise, yes. But it would heal. Perhaps the pain itself would serve him later. But for now.....

"Just get off? Why what a slutty little vixen you are! I was just thinking of getting off....you read my mind."

Through his lips, her words were twisted, taking on a much darker meaning...one that she couldn't help but understand.

Gliding upward across the bed, he smiled as his one time companion backed away fearfully once more. Michael delighted in the look of dismay and horror on the hunter's face as her back met the headboard's solid oaken surface.

"There's nowhere left to run, is there?"

He wondered what she'd do as his head lowered, those dangerous teeth so dreadfully close to exposed flesh. He could see her shivering, as his tongue flicked outward from between parched lips to lathe gently across his prey's injured nub....soothing it despite the roughness of its surface. A second later, and she watched in horror as he opened wide to engulf one smallish breast wholly in his mouth.....deliberately letting her feel the barest edges of the doom he threatened her with, even as he lashed her tender flesh relentlessly, his tongue sliding sensuously across every inch of her he could access....

And yet, she had resisted.

His shifted hand slowly eased down her body, its sleek fur ticking softly as it traversed her flat, perfectly toned stomach. Just as his purpose became known to her, she felt his assault as he flexed his claws. Bare skin was no match for what he presented it with....the needle points of his natural weaponry pressed firmly enough against the flesh of one thigh to draw the thinnest trickle of blood from her....

"It looks to me like you still haven't changed. You've always liked a little rough play in your trysts, haven't you, whore?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste hadn't really expected him to twist the already hard nipple however she cried out immediately, arching her back desperately as though to get the pain lessened. She knew immediately that it would bruise and quieted beneath him save for the whimpers that left her lips as he twisted and mutilated the words.

When he finally got off of her she immediately moved away -careful to not move off of the bed as she did so obviously fear that he would just bite her and get it over with. However as her back pressed to the headboard she cringed, only to be face to face with him again, staring with unknowing eyes as he lowered his head.

She was trembling as he sucked on her breast, clenching her teeth tightly in order perhaps to stifle a moan, however she could feel the teeth and nearly spoke against it..but she didn't. She resisted quite easily.

Blue eyes watched him as the shifted hand moved down her body, her chest heaving in fear as she stared at it, however she watched the claws detract, eyes widening slightly as she groaned from the immediate pain that it caused, and she lifted her head to look up at him.

"And...you haven't changed, either..still incredibly full of yourself..th..thinking that you can get any girl to bend to your will." As soon as she said the words she regretted them.

 

[dryfter]

"And...you haven't changed, either..still incredibly full of yourself..th..thinking that you can get any girl to bend to your will."

When he looked up from his amusing suckling of her warm femininity, he perhaps should have been angry with her nearly defiant response. Hers was not the place to even be speaking right now, much less spewing some half-hearted lines of bullshit at him. And yet, when he did glance up, he couldn't help but notice the frightened tremor that rippled through her as soon as the sentance was finished......as if she knew she was about to be punished.

"Bending a worthless whore like you isn't even a challenge, Celeste."

Her thighs still hadn't parted, despite the painful pricking of his claws. He had to give her at least that much respect. Grinning, he let her have her way.....this time. Besides....he definately didn't want to tear her up too much...yet. She had to have known that much to risk what she had. As his claws retracted back into harmlessness, he instead drove the furry appendage between her furiously clenched muscles....bruising his way between them despite her best efforts. Hearing the slut beneath him cry out in desperation only spurred him on further....twisting hard once purchase had been gained to force her apart with the width of the invading paw.

"Should I prove it?"

A lone and fuzzy digit stroked the moist spot of her boyshorts. Celeste must have really been looking forward to her human lover's attention tonight to have gotten so aroused earlier....

Turning to her, he abandoned her breasts entirely, his lean and powerful frame rising to tower over her own huddled form. The new position made it even easier to stimulate the pitiful hunter through the fabric of her lacy panties....he actually enjoy the bitter torture of scraping just a barely revealed talon across her most sensitive of love buttons.

"Fine then. If you satisfy me tonight, I'll let you die quickly. Spared from the fate that you saw fit for me.....its a deal that's more than you deserve. Fail to please, and you'll have plenty of time to learn......once I hand you over to your clan to be bred and mated.....just the next in a long line of Lycans I've created."

His skin darkened just a little as he struggled to keep his lust in check....for now. It made for an interesting contrast as his teeth shone pearly white with a nasty grin.

"And let me assure you, Celeste. That is a fate worse than death. Much worse."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste was silent as she tried to concentrate on something else, something other than the fact that he was going to do whatever it took that night to bend her to his will, and seeing how he was acting now..she figured that he was right - that it wouldn't even be a challenge.

She had done well to keep her thighs as tightly shut as she possibly could only to have him grin at her. She knew at that exact moment that he wasnt going to let her remain with her legs shut. And it wasn't fair - how was she supposed to keep him away from her if he could so easily pry her slender legs apart? The damned paw shoved toward her pussy, forcing her legs to part enough to let that limb in and she was whimpering, leaning back and away from him, trying no to let him affect her.

When he asked if she should prove it her immediate response was to shake her head but he was already to work. He began rubbing her through the fabric of the barely-there underwear, her breathing immediately uneven as she whimpered and attempted to roll away from him.

She was wet already just from that slight stimulation, her cheeks flushing with colour at the sudden attention. When he spoke to her she was barely listening, trying to concentrate on something - anything else, blue eyes wide as she heard parts of the threat. "Let me live!" She whimpered immediately, squirming beneath him.

 

[dryfter]

"Let me live!"

It was all he could do to keep from laughing.

"So the bitch finally shows her true colors does she? Your own pitiful existance has always been your priority, whore. You even sacrificed a partner and lover just so you can continue living. And why? So you can spread your honeyed thighs for your newest flavor of the week?"

His words were meant to taunt, and from the looks of it, they had bitten deep.
Meanwhile, the scent she exuded was becoming intolerable, her flower dampening with its precious dew despite how unwanted his touches were. With a simple clipping of a claw, the undergarment was rendered useless.....his toy's pussy free from its ridiculous excuse for panties.....her heat tingling against his own flesh even now.

"And yet, I've one more surprise for you. One that a slut like you truly will appreciate."

A hand dropped suggestively to his black pants....easily thumbing aside the button holding them closed. She had seduced him more than once back then....always cooing her sweet words.....telling he was the best, and just how big he was.

His cock sprang free from its pained confines, even as her eyes widened at the sight of it. It was hardly the thing she'd bounced on so many times before....his new found power adding a 9th and 10th inch to his now rock hard member.....all the while thickening it to the size of a half dollar coin.....

"Human cocks wouldn't even be felt by the women in my clan, so as you can see, evolution occurred.....strong mates are claimed by strong those males even stronger than they."

Michael grinned as the prey squirmed once more. For a human girl to sheathe him inside her body would be impressive indeed.....painful.....but impressive.

"You say you wish to live, bitch? Let's see if you're worth even keeping around."

The next thing she knew he had spun towards her.....his skin darkening just slightly once more as thick fingers entangled in her hair....his hard manhood pressing insistantly against pouty lips that hadn't ever addressed anything this big.

"Come on, you know you know how. And don't even think of biting. When it grows back, I'm going to be really fucking pissed, and not afraid to take it out on you."

 

[TieMeTightly]

She knew that he would turn it against her and turn it into the fact that all that she wanted to do was keep herself alive - that that was all that she cared about. Of course she cared about staying alive - who wouldn't care about that?

"...Stop..stop it you know I just don't sleep with every man I meet!" She got rather defensive and yelped as the shreds of fabric that were her panties was destroyed, blue eyes blinking up at him as he mentioned 'more' surprise. "I didn't think it could get anymore surprising.." Her voice was quiet as she shifted uncomfortably on the bed as his hand dropped, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head at the sight of it.

She couldn't take it all in - the sheer size of it, and guaranteed that she would be torn in two - despite the apparent numerous multiples of men that she had obviously slept with.

She sighed heavily and swallow hard. She certainly wasn't expecting what came next. Her entire body tensed beneath him as she felt his hands on the back of her head, tangling easily in her hair only to shove his cock against her lips, to which she immediately tried to turn her head away from - but his hand held her there with ease. She wasn't big to begin with, probably a normal man could have done the same.

When he commented she flinched, but parted her lips, her tongue tentatively darting out to swirl the swollen head of his cock as she watched him cautiously.

 

[dryfter]

Michael did indeed know that Celeste had no real flair for actual sleeping around. Still, it irked him to no end that she had made a habit of sleeping with the men she chose as partners of the hunt. To his knowledge, the dead man in the bathroom had been her third...and final human tryst. Hardly the credentials of a true slut, it was amusing to hear her defend herself from he harsh words he showered her with.

Giving her another wicked, feral grin....the lycan watched as those pouty lips parted slightly....hissing softly as her tongue ran across his sensitive head for the first time. He'd have to be careful here....if he lost control, he'd no doubt thrust his entire length down her pretty little throat. He doubted even she could survive such a brutal act. Humans, he was finding out, were so fragile....

"Good. Very good, you do remember how. You can close your eyes and pretend I'm the man you were supposed to be entertaining tonight if it makes you feel better."

Michael reached down...familiarizing himself once more with the feel of her as he cupped one breast gently within his beast paw. The pads should make for an interesting sensation...rough and slightly ridged flesh kneading the soft skin gently, claws retracted to harmlessness....yet an ever present threat.....

He pushed himself forward just a little....feeling her lips part suddenly around his girth. He certainly wasn't going to content himself with this teasing. There was a time he enjoyed it, she knew as much, but now he found it only inflamed his lust....making it that much harder for him to control himself.....

"If you're smart, you'll use your hands too. Unless you're planning to take it all down your throat.....that might be entertaining."

His human hand rested then on the back of her head....her hair spilling erotically around his manhood as she slowly began to bob up and down. His words brought the slightest bit of choking from his new toy, as he pressed down just a little to make sure she knew he meant his threat.....the swollen head of his cock lodged shallowly in her throat for a brief second. He would have that part of her too....but it would be such a waste to enjoy it right away.....

It was time to see what his new bitch could do.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She had had to defend herself..seeing as she was the only one who did. The words that he spoke so easily cut into her and she managed to glare up at him - even as he mentioned her old partner. Immediately the image of him - his mangled neck and the blood-stained tub entered her head and she cringed, unable to shake it from her memory. Usually she could just leave something in the past..but she had been sleeping with him. It wasn't like they had just met and she could forget that he was murdered and she was forced to see it as though for proof.

Blue eyes did shut, however - though it was only so she didn't have to look up at him anymore. She didn't want to see him..to know it was actually him who was obviously doing his best not to fuck her throat like it was a cunt.

She flinched as she felt the paw against her breast, her cheeks flushing with colour from embarrassment mostly because he was teasing her body enough to make her want more..and he was winning. Though of course it hadn't helped that she had been ready and literally waiting to fuck someone tonight.

When he pushed forward her lips parted immediately only to stretch around his cock, her breathing almost immediately becoming somewhat hitched as though she was just waiting for him to thrust into her throat and end it. But he didn't. Even before he mentioned her hands she had lifted them from the bed. It was obvious that Celeste was trying to keep herself from shaking and managed to do so rather well, only a slight tremor seen as one hand took up what she couldn't swallow, working in time with her mouth as she moved her head rather easily back and forth, ignoring the fact that his hand was on the back of her head. He could so easily control her that way..and she was certain that if she slipped up at all, he would use it to his advantage.

So instead of allowing that she quickly went to work, using her hand and mouth to pump him and when she would pull back to the tip of his cock she ran her tongue down his slit, easily tasting the precum giving some attention to the most sensitive part of his dick before taking him into her mouth again, her tongue running along the base. If there was one thing she was good at, it was sucking cock..even..the rather large one he now had.

 

[dryfter]

Well....she certainly hadn't lost any of her talent.

A rather unusual, definately inhuman sound rippled through the room, causing his little pet to look up at him with uncertainty. Apparently, Celeste had never heard a Lycan purr before. And yet, with what she was doing, she certainly deserved to know of his approval. So many, even among his own clan, thought only to attend the shaft, perhaps the underside of the large mushroom head.....and yet this talented little bitch in heat was running his tongue over the slit that even now weeped a dangerous mixture. His breath came in gulps as he felt her go down on him once more....

She obviously waited for him to rape her throat, pausing just a little with each bob of her brown curls. And yet, he had promised, promised to show just a little mercy if she gave herself fully to the task he'd laid out for her. She would experience enough pain....and soon enough to satisfy his still glaring hatred of her.....

But for now, the humiliation he saw in her as she clenched her eyes shut against reality....against the thought of the monster he had become....was enough to satisfy even the most cruel. Yes....he had room in his heart for this smallest of mercies.

A soft chuckle filled the room, making her flinch once more.

"Your scent grows stronger, slut. Your body has been waiting for this, and since you've worked yourself up, its not to be denied is it?"

He could feel his cock trembling and flexing beneath her moist touch. Growling softly, he permitted her to rise and answer if she wished....noting with pleasure that a second hand moved to take the place of her mouth in pumping his obscene sex organ while she did so.

A strained growl was all the warning she got that he was close, this time the sound being much more human than beast. Even as Celeste bent to him once more, the first pulse of his thick and virile cream spattered against the bottom of her chin.....coursing down her lovely neck to pool just over one breast.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste had tensed at the 'purr' simply because she hadn't ever heard one. Most of the time there was screeching, growling, snarling. All lovely things but this..this was almost calming - well it probably could have been calming in the right situation. This situation is was almost unnerving because if that was the most pleasant sound he could make in approval of what she was doing to his cock,..well...she feared what the most viscous was.

Her efforts continued and she just really wanted him to cum, so that she could give her already aching jaw a break which is allowed after you make a..lovely comment about my body..as you smell my desperate arousal.

I pull back slowly and flex my jaw with a groan, my other hand taking the place of my lips. I know better. Actually not everyone would, but I've sucked your cock before..and know what you prefer - every inch demanding attention..

"Michael..I was waiting to fuck..of course I wanted sex tonight..but not from you." I look down again, however and lower my lips toward your cock a second time only to have cum cover my chin and drip from it, easily landing on my breast as it drips down and I cringe, however remove my hand, replacing it with my lips.

Second thing. While you love a girl covered in cum..you also love when they swallow. Though..even the first stream of cum was..a lot.

 

[dryfter]

Celeste seemed to know just how to please him this evening, the hunter's pert little mouth clamping over his cock just in time to catch a second....and then a third thick and creamy burst in her mouth. Curious, he watched with approval as her eyes lifted to his own, her own throat bared to him as she swallowed repeatedly....

"Ahhh....just like old times, yes? Ok...maybe not. I don't remember ever offering you that much to choke on."

There was still defiance in her eyes. While it seemed she was content to satisfy his lust for her to save her own skin, she took way too much pride at the terms he held especially for her. Michael grinned as he looked at the cum spattered hunter......that would change.

The hand on her head gently slid to one side....its hold growing much firmer on her slender shoulder as he leaned forward to push her slight frame back down into the mattress. As sick as it was....the thought alone of making her take him inside her....knowing what he had become.....had been more than enough to keep him rock hard despite her expert cocksucking.

She had to know what was coming as her back pressed hard against the mattress, the Lycan she once fought beside moving over her all too eagerly.

"Again, I give you the option to open to me wilingly....or be taken by force."

He could see her thighs tremble slightly with indecision. And yet in the end, it would all be the same.....

 

[TieMeTightly]

Certainly not like old times. She never had to swallow as much as she swallowed at this very moment and she really never wanted to again. When she pulled back she was panting quietly, taste of cum heavy in her mouth, her blue eyes staring at the still hard cock only to groan in response to it. That wasn't fair. She had done more than her job in the matter and he was still hard..and threatening.

When his hand left her head she sighed heavily only to have him push down at her shoulder as he leaned forward, easing her backward until her back was against the mattress, her thighs still held rather tightly together. "Michael.." Her voice was shakey..quiet as she heard the options she had and she whimpered immediately.

"You're rip me in two." She nearly hissed the words at him. That was probably true. She was a little thing, really, and the size of him was threatening to someone five inches taller than her. Swallowing hard, blue eyes stared up at him cautiously, however she slowly released the tightly clutched legs, letting her knees fall slightly to the side in complete defeat. That would be better. She was reasoning with herself, saying it would hurt less if she just...listened to him.

 

[dryfter]

"Michael..."

He heard her whimper softly as her pressed her firmly down, his grotesque manhood dragging softly against a firm thigh as he shifted slightly towards a better position....

"You'll rip me in two."

It was cute almost how she half-hissed the words at him....like it was some kind of warning. He cared very little if she got any pleasure from the act. To him, this was more than just simple lust.....it was vengeance.

His eyes drifted down her taut figure, watching as she trembled softly, a tender sigh escaping her just moments before those tightly clenched thighs relaxed.....parting wide to expose her tenderness to him....

Michael moved slowly....she knew what was coming, and he had come once already, so there was no need to rush it. Still....he couldn't help but feel a small bit of anticipation. The look on her face as he filled her should be a memory he wouldn't forget for many years to come.

Even as his lithe body slipped between her outspread legs, his hungry, turged manhood bumped gently against her bare mound. Grasping himself...still slick from her earlier work, he teased her with her own moment of devastation....running the thick purple head up and down her misty slit. Retreating for a brief moment, it returned with a sharp slap almost directly aimed at her naughty little clit.

"You seem to be enjoying this. The title of whore is up for grabs yet, but you certainly seem to have earned both slut and bitch."

The hunter actually seemed about to respond when her eyes widened suddenly, feeling him finally lever his manhood at the enterance to her slick cunt. Almost immediately, she could feel the beginnings of his penetration as he slipped just the head inside of her.....not surprised at all to find her inner core fiery hot....and much tighter than he'd ever remembered......

 

[TieMeTightly]

He pushed her rather hard against the mattress, ensuring that she wasn't going to have any room to move away from him. And she knew at that moment that she really didn't have a chance to get away. He was too strong.

Blue eyes watched him as he looked down the length of her body obviously to watch as she slowly spread her legs for him, shame sweeping over her features almost immediately.

Of course she knew what was coming. Anyone would. His movements were slow, feral as he slipped between her legs and she bent her legs instinctively as though trying to get comfortable. It seemed an impossibility.

She clenched her teeth as he teased her with his swollen head, and shut her eyes tightly, as though trying to keep herself as relaxed as possible but her slender frame was rigid in fear, obviously afraid of what his cock would do to her body.

When his cock hit her clit she yelped, the swollen nub sending shivers through her and she merely groaned in response to the question. She looked like she was going to say something, perhaps yell at him or at least respond in some sort of defensive way..but there was no time.

Her eyes widened as he leaned into her, pressing the head of his cock into her clenching pussy. She was incredibly tight..and groaned even at the first feeling of being stretched..the first few inches only, and at that moment she tried to sit up. "No...wait don't.." She was becoming frantic, her free hand trying to get his hand off of her shoulder, as she had no leverage at the moment.

 

[dryfter]

Inch by inch he sank into her....watching with amusement as she writhed and even tried to beg from beneath him. As if he'd have any intention of stopping what he'd waited so long for.....

She felt good....impossibly tight.....the twitching and spasming of her tight cunt trying desperately to take him in as it stretched around him doing did much to heighten his lust for her once more.

When half of his girth had been swallowed by her, he paused....delighting in the groans she emitted, every so often leaning upward as if to check his progress...each time no doubt...hoping that he was completely inside her so she wouldn't have to take any more.....

He could feel her tense as his his head dipped low....his rough tongue circling the poor nipple he'd assaulted earlier....giving her a brief second of comfort.

Before lunging brutally the rest of the way.....

Grunting, he knew she couldn't possibly take him all.....not yet....and still, it was a satisfying feeling as her body shuddered suddenly....his cock striking against her cervix hard. He could care less about her pleasure....this was about him now....

Retreating in a flash, Celeste was treated to her first real thrust from him, her poor pussy filled to near bursting in the fraction of a second as his next fervent lunge sent her up against the headboard of the bed hard. Grunting, he moved to hold her in place....it was an annoyance when she moved away from him....

She had wanted a fucking....and she was getting one like she'd never experienced before as Michael rutted his old hunter partner shamelessly. Lifting his head from her chest, he smiled at the look on her face....each stroke of his body plunging to the end of her hot tunnel....crashing against the gates of her womb with abandon....