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It took a minute for Natalie to open her eyes and another minute to finally stir from her sleep. She sat up on the floor, a bit surprised that she was sleeping in the hunter's room (she still refused to acknowledge it as Rafe's new room, though she never showed said contempt when she was around him).

The first thing she did as she rose to her feet was look over her arms. The lack of bruises and cuts that Rafe had given her the previous night were gone, magically healed. Confused, the sound of Rafe's voice made her flinch. Not once had she made eye contact with Rafe as she dragged her feet to the kitchen. The events of the previous night, or in her alternative dream world for that matter, had stuck with her.

As she made her way in to the kitchen, she had the look of a lost little girl as she looked through the cabinets and fridge. She didn't know what Rafe wanted to eat.
 
Rafe laid there resting his eyes for a few minutes before becoming human and slipping on a pair of rough jeans. Still no sounds of cooking from the kitchen. When Rafe finally wandered in Natalie was looking through the kitchen, but she was really seeing anything. She hadn't even gotten dressed.

“I ask something very simple of you and you can't do it?” Rafe made himself sound angry, but secretly he was strangely pleased she was so lost. He advanced on her and continued, “Even after what you did in the restaurant I went out and got us groceries. Eggs? Ham? Bacon? You can't even start coffee?”

Natalie backed away from him as he continued towards her until she bumped against the counter. “Is there something wrong, that you can't start?”
 
The sound of Rafe's voice was enough to startle Natalie. As Rafe approached her, Natalie backed away, evading out of instinct. She continued to back away until her body bumped in to the counter. Closer the human form of the wolf had gotten, Natalie flinched, her hands up almost to shield herself from any attack while her head turned away.

What did surprise her was when Rafe said something about buying groceries. She blinked a few times, obviously curious and confused. Wasn't it last night that Rafe had beaten her senseless? She wasn't so sure anymore.

The moment Rafe suggested coffee among other things, Natalie ducked underneath his arm and began to go to the other side of the kitchen where the coffee machine stood. She took out a coffee can and filter, setting it up with the coffee mugs ready. Within minutes, the smell of coffee lingered in the kitchen. Yet throughout the time as the cup began to fill up, Natalie remained still, quiet at most. Almost as if she was fascinated by the wonders of the coffee machine even if she had operated it numerous times in the past.
 
Rafe went into the other room as if he had something he needed to do while the coffee was made. Natalie had changed into something he liked. He’d tried too hard to have a normal life when that wasn’t what he was. He needed to take her. He needed to more faithful to the bestial parts of him. Perhaps breakfast was premature. Rafe reentered the kitchen to see Natalie starting to open the refrigerator and a mug of coffee waiting for him on the table. He smirked when Natalie jumped a bit realizing he was there.

“I changed my mind. I think I’ll skip breakfast this morning,” Rafe told her picking up his coffee and taking a short drink. “You can still make something for yourself though if you like. You have my permission.” He sat down at the table and took another drink of the wonderful hot drink.

“Tell me though Natalie,” he began idly. “You slept so peacefully last night. Did you have pleasant dreams?”
 
Natalie reached in and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. At the moment, she did not have much an appetite to stomach a meal. She had just pulled the water bottle away from her lips when Rafe asked her if she had any pleasant dreams the previous night. Her fingers trembled, nearly dropping the water bottle. With her back still facing him, she was glad that Rafe did not get to see the reaction on her face: A look similar to one who came in contact with a ghost. She wasn't about to tell him the violent dream she had last night.

Natalie closed the refrigerator door and made her way to the counter.

"No," she struggled to keep herself calm. "I mean, it was a dreamless sleep. I didn't have any dreams."

She took another swing at the bottle, drinking it down until it was half full.
 
“Good,” he said simply. She’d lied to him, but he had a feeling it was out of fear, so Rafe let it go. Between what he’d done to her and her own dreams, him being in the room was enough to make Natalie incredibly nervous. He could almost smell the fear coming off of her even as his human self.

“I’m going to spend most of the day hunting,” he informed her and took a deep drink of the coffee. “You’ll keep the house in order for me while I’m gone. Make sure my home is clean and orderly and be ready to make me dinner tonight.” It was surprising how much enjoyment he was getting out of demanding such simple things of her. He finished his coffee and stood up. His stomach was growling for real food, but that hunger would only help him hunt. Something else needed his attention first, though.

“Alright, I’m leaving. Is there any special way you’d like to see goodbye before I’m gone all day?” The inflection in his voice made the intent clear. He wanted her to offer herself in some way. Rafe wondered how well he had Natalie trained. How obedient was his girl?
 
Upon hearing his request, Natalie nodded, indicating that she heard everything he requested of her. She had just put the water bottle when Rafe's next question nearly stopped her cold. In fact, it wasn't so much of a question but a subtle demand for something. It didn't make things better when he made his way close to her, waiting for an answer.

That grin. That pearly white teeth that looked as if it were ready to snap her in half. And he was still in his human form.

She had to think quickly.

Natalie leaned up against Rafe and gave him a light kiss. That light kiss slowly transformed in to a passionate kiss. Her tongue snaked inside his mouth, flicking his tongue in the process. One arm wrapped around his neck while her other hand trailed down his chest, and scratched at his stomach lightly. When her fingers reached the button of his pants, she stopped. She pulled her face away enough to look him up in the face.

She had found herself a tad reluctant to continue, mostly because she wanted to seek Rafe's assurance if she was doing well so far. Her fingers toyed with the button of his pants, pulling it out of it's hole.
 
She was his. In every way he could have her. If there had ever been even a shadow of doubt in his mind it was gone now. Her kiss and the touch of her tongue showed how eager she was to please him, but waiting for permission showed him Natalie understood her place with him. The little girl stirred such lust in him.

Rafe looked down at her and saw the timid, but willing creature asking her unspoken question. Stroking her hair he answered her, “A very good start. It’s good to know how much you’ll miss your wolf while I’m gone today. Keep going.”

His length was hard and it was tempting just to take her. He didn’t need to force himself on her, but it was still tempting. He resisted it though. Natalie had to know that no matter what he put her through before she would still willingly get on her knees for him.
 
Natalie gave a weak nod in response on how she was going to miss him while he was gone. It wasn't so much of a lie...she would miss him. But the fresh memories of her nightmare still lingered inside her mind that made her a bit petrified. Fearful. Scaring her straight enough to submission.

She squatted down, unzipped and pulled down his pants. His erect cock emerged from his pants and pointed straight at her. There was no way to escape or avoid it with her trapped between Rafe and the cabinet. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft before slowly taking more in. She switched her stance from a squat to a kneeling position to make her feel more comfortable.
 
“Oh, good girl,” the wolf praised Natalie as she began. He put a hand on her shoulder and let his fingers slip under her top so he could feel that smooth skin while she sucked on him. He loved her little mouth. She’d become quite the cock sucker for him, he’d trained her well. Still, he wanted a little more eagerness out of her.

“Don’t be so timid. I don’t want my little girl to be timid when she’s pleasing me,” Rafe told her implying it was something allowed the rest of the time. Then for good measure he added, “I wouldn’t want to think you need some more intensive lessons to show you what I demand.”
 
Rafe didn't need to say it. For Natalie, she took his words as a threat, fearing that he would punish her in the same brutal matter as the previous night if she didn't do a better job. Closing her eyes, she gripped her fingers on both of his thighs and began to deepthroat on his cock. The first few times, she allowed the head to touch the back of her throat very briefly, afraid that she would gag and vomit if she kept it there for more than two seconds.

As she sucked on his cock, when she inserted as much of the flesh in her mouth, she could feel his hands on the back of her head, forcing her to stay here. Natalie couldn't help but squirm when he did that, afraid that she would vomit on his cock. Whenever she had the chance to pull away, she would be gasping for air.
 
Natalie took his hint to heart. She did her best to his thick length down her tight little throat. He’d trained her, but it was clear there was still a limit to what she could do. Grabbing her hair he forced her to do more than she thought she could handle. Rafe fucked her tight throat letting up again only when he had to do it. Natalie was struggling to keep up, but he wouldn’t let up, she had him for to close. His pleasure filled groans filled the air.

Finally, he pulled her off of his cock and let her fall back gasping for air.
“Natalie!” The sharp word caused her head to snap up to look at him just in time. He moaned long and slow as streams of his cum streaked across her face, bits landing in her mouth and her hair too. She turned away, but not soon enough.

“You’re such a good little girl. I’m so glad you’re mine,” he told her. Natalie was still recovering on the floor, but Rafe moved to leave anyway. “Be ready for me when I come home,” he told her as he left the room.

Rafe didn’t even wait for her to respond instead leaving her on the kitchen floor. He made his way into the forest until he came to a clearing. There he stripped down and became the wolf. Natalie had seemed so skittish this morning that he’d waited until now to take his fearsome form. Today though, Rafe wanted to cater to the part of him that was an animal. He’d come back to Natalie after a day of hunting.
 
She wanted to tell Rafe to stop. Refuse to deepthroat his cock the way he wanted her to do it: By keeping his cock down her throat for more than five seconds. But even if she had so much as two seconds to demand to stop, Rafe held her head there, not wanting to let go.

When he finally let her go, she sat up on the floor with her back against the cupboard.

Natalie looked up when he said her name, assuming that he was going to demand something else from her. Instead, his hand was beating off his cock, pointing it at her face. When the first stream hit her mouth, she turned away to avoid getting hit in the but it was too late. Both her face and hair were soon on the receiving end of his dripping cum.

She was in a daze after he was done. Natalie had not realized he left until half an hour later. Pulling herself up with the counter as support, she washed the cum stains off her face and hair before washing the coffee cup that Rafe drank out of earlier.

After the chores were done, she went in to the hunter's room. Tidying up a few things here and there, Natalie went to tidy the closet when she noticed a red and black locked checkered book tucked underneath a cardboard box. A key laid a few inches away from the box. Unlocking it, Natalie began to read the hunter's writing from a random page.

I've already explained things to the girl on how she could start over a new life should that god damned wolf claim my life...

Immediately, Natalie slammed the book shut and locked it. It was the hunter's journal. It was incredibly lucky that Rafe had not discovered it all the times he had slept in this room. Then again, why would he bother to look through the hunter's closet except to admire his personal gun and knife collection.

Natural instinct told her to hide it so Rafe wouldn't get his hands on it. The tone from those words alone meant there were serious things that only he knew. Looking around her room, there were only two places she thought of placing the book: Underneath her mattress or in her closet. Eventually, it went to the top of her closet, hidden underneath. The key was tucked underneath the mattress.

She gave the rabbit a carrot stick and a new bottle of water before she took a bath in the bathhouse in the back. All the while, thinking what else could the hunter have written. Still, it was too risky to read it while Rafe was around.

Natalie laid down on the living room floor, staring up at the ceiling above her.
 
Rafe stalked through the trees as the wolf he truly was. He stayed silent not even bothering to kill most of his prey that day, except for a small lunch. Instead, the wolf simply stalked its prey, pounced, and left it uninjured to chase it down and stalk it again. The fear he inspired in these simple creatures filled a craving he’d been having.

It was coming close to dusk and Rafe was heading back towards his home when he caught a strange scent on the wind. In certain ways it was familiar, but he couldn’t pin down just what it would be. The scent reminded him of a predator, but not any he knew. Intrigued, Rafe forgot where he’d been going and followed the scent. In its pursuit he caught movement somewhere just ahead of him twice, but never caught sight of it. Eventually the chase ended at a brook. His prey had used the water to throw him off the trail and while the wolf was more than comfortable hunting in the dark he had realized he’d left Natalie alone for too long.

By the time Rafe returned to the cottage it was already late. He’d been ready for dinner when the chase had begun, so now he was starving. He opened the door to the small home as a human again, dressed in the clothes he’d shed this morning.

“Natalie,” he called out to his obsession, “where are you Natalie?”
 
Ten minutes ticked by before Natalie decided to tidy up the living room. It was odd how fast time flew by. Morning turned in to noon. Then mid-afternoon. After she finished with that, she went back to her room to read more of the hunter's journal. Rafe mentioned that he would be gone all day.

One had to be cautious.

...too young to understand. Or maybe she shouldn't understand. I knew when I tried to kill that wolf ten years ago that he wasn't fully dead...

Ten years ago and the date given on the entry would have made Natalie six years old at that time. The same year she had been attacked. The entry, when it was written, would have meant that Natalie was fifteen or sixteen. Could the hunter be referring to Rafe?

I want to give Natalie the freedom. Lord knows how much I want her to be able to go out without worrying if that creature is going to come back without warning. I remember last week when she got in to a fuss on how I always sheltered her just because she couldn't go out to the lake by herself.

I blame myself. Always had. She was led to believe that the monster was dead. It took years for the nightmares Natalie had to slowly cease. She doesn't say much about it, but there's that father intuition thing. She probably still has them but refuses to say anything.


But she's getting older. Soon enough, she will reach her adult years. Won't be long now. I can't protect her forever. I've known this ever since I took her in. Sometimes there are those days where I know he's been watching. Stalking her. Even if I'm nearby. The last time that wolf showed up was two weeks ago. Nice to know that nifty little face scar I've given him is still there.


Natalie locked the journal and placed both the key and the journal in their respective hiding places. While she was still swimming in her own fear, she felt a very small glint of hope after reading some of the hunter's words.

But it was the fear keeping her chained down.

Natalie went out to make beef stew just before sunset. She had just turned off the stove when she heard Rafe calling out to her. Was he back already?
 
As Rafe entered his little cottage home, a delicious scent hit him. Following it into the kitchen he saw Natalie just finishing with the cooking . He walked over and taking a deep breath inhaled the scent of the stew.

“Very good,” he murmured and then turned to his little girl. Rafe pulled her close and stole a kiss from her. It started off light, but quickly deepened. When their lips parted Rafe smiled and took a seat at the table.

“Serve us dinner and tell me about your day.” He loved coming home to such a luscious, but obedient treat. Rafe forgot all about the strange scent he’d been hunting earlier. His focus was now back on Natalie.
 
Natalie reached inside the cupboard for two bowls. Her fingers had just placed them down when Rafe grabbed her from behind to steal a kiss. She figured it was going to be a swift, quick kiss and didn't expect much from it. But she was not prepared when Rafe deepened the kiss.

As she prepared two bowls of stew, Rafe inquired her about her day. For a moment, Natalie gripped on to the handle tight before she relaxed.

"Nothing too exciting," she set the bowls and spoons on the table before sitting across from him. "It's just cleaning, bathing, napping. Nothing special."
 
His girl got the food ready and sat across from him. Instead of beginning to eat Rafe stared her down.

"You're lying to me Natalie." She'd been about to take her first bite, but she stopped cold. He didn't know what about, but she was definitely leaving something out about her day.

"Good girls don't lie." The steam coming off his bowl of meaty stew reached his nose. She had done very well with it. Not breaking his stare for a moment he stabbed a piece of meat with a fork and popped it into his mouth.
 
Natalie stabbed her fork and was about to take a bite out of the carrot when Rafe accused her of lying. She tried to look Rafe in the eyes but found herself intimidated at the way he stared at her.

"I don't know what else to tell you," Natalie bit her bottom lip in hopes of remaining calm. She placed her fork down before she continued. "Nobody came by, I didn't go out, the only thing remotely interesting is letting the rabbit out of its cage for an hour. Kept going underneath the bed."

She knew that if one slip were made regarding the hunter's journal, she would be dead.
 
The wolf smirked at her story. He’d made her nervous, but he’d been wrong. She wasn’t hiding anything.

“That’ll happen when you let a pet out of its cage,” he told her, “They just don’t know what’s best for them. I’m glad he’s safe.” They finished their meal. Rafe had decided he was just being paranoid, that there was nothing Natalie could hide from him if she tried. He let her clean up in the kitchen while he got cleaned up in the bath house outside. When he came back she was finished and he was tired.

“It’s time for bed, Natalie. Would you like to sleep with me or would you rather sleep in your cage tonight.” It wasn’t meant to be a threat or a consequence, but Rafe wasn’t letting her have any temptation to leave while he slept. During the day he could track her, but if she left in the night she might make enough of a lead to lose him. He wasn’t going to lose her.
 
Once Natalie saw the smirk on Rafe's face, she took it as something that satisfied his curiosity. He did not inquire anymore, and that was good enough for her. She continued to eat the rest of her meal when Rafe made the comment about what would happen when the rabbit was let out of its cage; that they would not know what was best for them.

She had a funny feeling that Rafe was comparing the rabbit incident to her. Was he even talking about the rabbit at all, or was he implying something regarding her.

Natalie did not want to ask. She was afraid to.

After dinner, she cleaned the dishes and cleared the table while Rafe went to the bathhouse. She took care of the basic necessities, such as brushing her teeth and cleaning herself up in the mini bathroom down the hall. She had just finished when Rafe gave her the choice of her sleeping in the cage or sleeping with him tonight.

Natalie was tempted to say that she would rather sleep alone so she could find out what else the hunter had written. She couldn't do it while she was in the cage, and absolutely not with Rafe around. At the same time, she felt that she had no choice.

"I'll...I'll sleep with you tonight." she softly replied.
 
The same old toothy grin met her as Rafe let her follow him into the bedroom. To him life was idyllic and there was not even a hint on the horizon of otherwise. Still, as much as she was behaving the beast needed his fun too, and once Rafe had stripped off his clothes he became the wolf again.

He was massive compared to Natalie’s delicate frame and he stood over her. She hadn’t undressed yet, so Rafe grabbed her and began pulling clothes off of her. He was rough, but was careful not to tear her clothing. He was still in control. When Natalie was in nothing but a pair of thin panties Rafe threw her down on the thick bear rug that had been serving as his bed and towered over her with a hungry look.
 
It all happened so fast that Natalie did not have a chance to move. When Rafe stripped her nearly of all her clothing, she was tempted to cover herself up using her arms. Either Rafe sensed her need to conceal or was going along with what he planned because the next thing she knew, he threw her down on the rug and stood over her.

He growled at her, almost like a beast that was ready to eat her alive. His teeth were exposed and she felt a bit of his spittle on her stomach. Natalie wanted to try to move away but there was nowhere for her to go. When she move back just by a few inches, Rafe saw this as her being evasive. In return, he took it upon himself to pin his foot on her thigh.

In spite of not having done anything to tick him off since he had returned, Natalie was still fearful of what was in store.
 
Natalie was frightened and trying to find a way out. Trying to find a way to satisfy him like she'd been trying so hard to do. Rafe's large clawed hands slammed into the floor on either side of Natalie's head. His body pressed against her nearly completely bare frightened little form.

"Don't worry," he whispered evilly. "You're still my good little girl. There will be just some nights that there's nothing you can do." His fingers closed around her throat leaving her just enough room to breath, and making her look so small in his grip.

"You can't help, but like it though can you?" His grip stayed carefully in place restricting just the right amount of air from her while the rest of his body moved down. The wolf's long tongue snaked out of his mouth and across her nipple as though he was intent on making his last statement true.
 
Bam! One hand slammed right next to her head. Before Natalie could so much as turn her attention to that hand, Rafe slammed his other hand on the other side of her head. If she had moved her head a mere inch to the side, Rafe's hand would have slammed right square on to her face. His claws would then have no trouble penetrating through her flesh.

As his body pressed itself on top of hers, Natalie still had not quite found a way to get comfortable even after all this time he had been staying here. Or at least in this case, when Rafe was in his wolf form. And when he turned in to a creature, his body is a little more muscular than in his human form. Thus leading to an increase on the weight.

Normally under any circumstances, Natalie would be concerned and fearful when Rafe spoke those words to her. That whether or not she behaved to his standards, Rafe would take her on regardless. As if anything she would do wouldn't be as satisfactory for him as she thought it would be.

What disturbed her was the way he said it. For some unknown reason, it had an unusual affect on her...and her loins for that matter. Why in all hell did that turn her on.

"I..."

And before she could say anything else, he grabbed her throat, giving her barely enough room to breathe. Her body tensed when she felt his tongue on her nipple. Her fingernails scratched on the floor, trying to prevent herself from crying out. Although the closest she came to a moan was when she exhaled a shaky breath
 
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