Taming The Beast

Author’s Note:

Whoa… been a long time since I’ve written anything. *Checks the dates* Over a year and a half, in fact!

Vurso: And that would be who’s fault?

Me: Yours of course. You’re my muse.

Vurso: Only one of them though. Firethroat, Erica, and Tobias are all at fault, too.

Me: I know. That’s why you’re all hunting for your dinners tonight, instead of me just cooking something.

All four: WHAT?!

Me: *Grins* Anyways, as this is an original story, yes, I DO own the characters here. Just a warning to anyone that’s still bothering to read this: this story contains shameless smut, BDSM, N/C at first, anal, oral, and possibly beast if you squint really closely, considering one of the participants is a werewolf.

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Adrian was not happy.

Now, one might ask why he wasn’t happy, and one would be faced with a list of reasons. Though we should probably just concern ourselves with the one at the very top of the list, which was the fact that his roommate seemed to be INCREDIBLY dense.

Okay, so maybe that was taking it a bit far, but honestly. What else did a poor guy have to do to let a girl know that he’s attracted to her?

He bought her flowers, he babysat her son, he commented often on her looks, even brought home road-kill for her once!

… Alright, so the road-kill was a bad idea. But come on, the girl’s a werewolf! He was strapped for ideas at the time, and thought she’d like it!

Okay, that sounded pathetic, even to him. With a sigh the young man, currently twenty-three, slouched further down in the oversized and overstuffed easy-chair he was occupying. Emerald eyes, vertically split by slim cat pupils glanced over at the twenty-two year old that was dozing stretched out on the couch, her three-year-old son snuggled against her stomach.

‘Lucky pup…’ Adrian thought to himself, but couldn’t find it in him to be mad at his godson. The boy resembled his mother far too much for that, from his fluffy red-gold hair to his stubborn personality.

Yawning, he shifted to a more comfortable position, having to lift up so that he could get his long, furry tail out from under himself. The black-and-white appendage, once free, started immediately flicking in representation of his irritated mood.

While Sera may have been a Lycanthrope, Adrian was something different altogether (incase you haven’t figured that out). Three-quarters of him were neko, a species that fan girls commonly refer to as ‘cat-boys’. The other quarter was incubus, and it was this part of him that was whispering in one of his flicking cat ears, speaking of how nice it would be to kiss her, bite her, feel her writhing underneath him…

Growling, he shook his head in hope to dissipate the mental images. ’Ugh, as if I didn’t have enough problems, now I have a hard-on to deal with.’ That was the trouble with being part incubi. Unlike a full-blooded incubi or succubae, which fed on the energies released by their partner during sex, Adrian merely had a sex-drive that was through the roof. When he had first met Sera, with her being sixteen and him seventeen, he had immediately tried to seduce her.

She put him through a brick wall. One trip to the hospital and a heartfelt apology (and pleadings for no more mauling) later, the two were best friends. And so it had remained for the next six years, even after they had gotten an apartment together to cut down on costs, even after she was raped by a werecat at eighteen. Through her pregnancy and Ryuji’s birth he had been there for her, supporting her and comforting her. He had held her hand when she was straining and whimpering with the effort to bring her child into the world; he was the first person she had let hold the squirming little baby boy. Gods, he still remembered the feeling he had gotten when those puppy-blue eyes had opened for the very first time and looked up him. Such feelings of LOVE and PROTECTIVENESS had welled up inside him for the baby, the pup that wasn’t even his. How could such a pure little spark of life result from such an awful act? He had pondered this, and been shaken out of his thoughts by Sera tiredly asking if he wanted to be her son’s godfather.

It had taken every bit of self control that Adrian had possessed that day to say yes, instead of blurting out “No! I don’t want to be his godfather, I want to be his DAD, dammit!” Of course, even exhausted as she was, she would have probably put him through another wall for cursing in front of the baby. Ah, the joys of living with a werewolf…

One wouldn’t even think of it to look at her. First off, she was small, only 5’3, and slim at that. She was all sleek strength and slender power and lean muscle and GODS she called to him like no other, male or female, ever had. Her waist-length, red-gold hair was usually pulled back in a high ponytail these days, and her golden eyes expressed every emotion known to man, from anger to fear to happiness. And, sometimes… sometimes he would catch a glimpse of loneliness, before it was masked by a different emotion. Usually annoyance, which always seemed to be directed at him for some odd reason.

She was pretty, not ravishingly beautiful like some model or actress, but pretty. Smart too, she always seemed to see through his little acts and jokes, especially when he was hiding something. It generally only took a couple threats of tossing him off of the balcony of their tenth-story apartment to get him to spill, too. He may have been part cat, but he wasn’t THAT confident of his ability to land on his feet.

What Adrian couldn’t understand was why she kept refusing any of his advances. He doubted it was because of his looks, as he prided himself on how handsome he was (though his ego could be brought down a couple pegs). Short, messy black hair sprouted a part of large cat ears, black-furred with white on the tips. He had claws on both hands and feet, which he normally kept retracted so as to not accidentally scratch someone. His tail was slightly fluffy, the fur on it a couple of inches long, the tail itself reaching a good two feet in length. Approximately the last six inches were a snowy white color, and he had gotten many compliments on the appendage over the years. Though at 5’8 he was at least taller than her, his cat-like athletic build left a bit to be desired in the ‘powerful figure of a man’ image department. Unlike Sera, who preferred comfortable t-shirts and jeans, his attire tended to consist of either leather or skin-tight clothing that left VERY little to the imagination. From his left ear dangled a golden hoop earring, which would catch the light and flash briefly every time the ear would flick and send it rocking. Sharp fangs, at an inch long, were an eighth of an inch longer than his roommate’s, and far sharper than her own semi-blunt wolf fangs she retained in human form.

Yes, he was sexy, and he knew it. Hell, the only person in the world that DIDN’T seem to notice was the one person that he wanted to notice him the most!

Gods, how many times had he been fucking one of his (MANY) lovers over the years, and looked down to see not whoever the current fling had been, but her? His dreams were filled with her calling his name, screaming it in ecstasy as she came, her claws raking furrows on his arms and chest, of her tanned, battle-scarred skin pressed against his own lighter hide, in positions that would make a yoga master cringe.

And that was NOT helping his hard-on!

He couldn’t stop the soft hiss of annoyance, and that was enough to bring the young mother out of her peaceful sleep. “Adrian, what are you getting your fur all ruffled about this time?” The neko flinched at the annoyed voice before turning to face his roommate. She was already wrinkling her nose at the heavy smell of his arousal that filled the air. “Geeze Adrian, can’t you keep it in your pants? Or at least stop imagining your latest late-night exploits when me and Ryuji are around? Gods, go and take care of yourself or something!” Scooping up her still snoozing pup, Sera glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. “That late?” It was after nine, no wonder her son was already asleep. “Must have been more tired than I thought after that class today.” The werewolf muttered as she went to tuck the pup in. She taught self-defense courses at the local gym, which brought in her half of the rent and bills. Adrian himself was a field agent for the FBI, supernatural division of course.

Speaking of that darn cat…

Adrian shuddered and had to nearly bite his rough tongue to keep from groaning as he watched her walk away, his eyes fixated on her butt and the unconscious sway of her hips as she walked.

‘That’s it… I can’t take it anymore. I have GOT to get her out of my system.’ Taking a moment to get himself under control, he departed to his room to get a few supplies. This was NOT going to be easy, and he needed something to restrain her with. Examining his usual pair of handcuffs, he deemed the chain too flimsy and took out a more heavy-duty pair. Nodding in satisfaction to himself, he also grabbed a steel hawser that he used for his stronger partners, as well as a couple of his ‘toys’. Shutting and locking the drawer that he kept everything in, he departed to her room. He would need to surprise her to restrain her at all.

***

Sera smiled to herself as she carefully shut her son’s door behind her before turning to head to her room. Yawning, the young woman decided that a shower was definitely in order before pausing. A couple more sniffs to make sure… why was Adrian’s scent leading into her room? Granted, both of their scents permeated the apartment, but her room always smelt more like her than anyone else, so she could notice this. Shrugging, she turned the knob and opened the door, stepping into the inky blackness. Hadn’t she left her light on?

“AdriiiiIIIII!” She yelped as she felt clawed hands grab her wrists and quickly handcuff them behind her. A choke-chain dropped over her head and immediately tightened around her neck, cutting off her air. Flashbacks to her rape four years ago interposed themselves over the current situation as she struggled, all the while going weaker from lack of air. Finally, she found herself being thrown onto her bed, landing on her stomach, and the chain loosened. Greedily, she gasped for air, even as the chain was attached to the nearest bed-post, and each leg tied to it’s own post on the opposite end. A light clicked on, and she faced her ‘assailant’.

“Adrian, what the fuck has gotten into you?!” She demanded with a snarl, starting to feel herself change. Unfortunately, her neck in wolf form was bigger than her neck in human form, so she immediately started choking again. Hurriedly changing back, she deemed that a ‘Bad Idea’.

“You want to know, Sera?” For some reason, the low, growling voice coming from her friend made the normally brave lycan tremble in fear. This was not the Adrian she knew… this was not the man that had stood by her for so long, that cared for her pup and joked around with her… This was a new Adrian, a wilder, far more dangerous side of him that she had never been exposed to.

The wolf in her was delighted. The human in her was not.

“I’m fucking tired of waiting. I’m tired of waiting for you to notice me, to stop seeing me as just the ‘best friend’ and ‘babysitter’!” His voice was raising, but he didn’t care. He had a lot of pent-up anger and frustration, and he intended on venting every last bit of it on her hide. A hand snapped out to grab her chin, holding it in place so that she couldn‘t turn her head away. “So you know what? I’m done waiting. I want you… and I intend on having you.” Before she could have time to formulate a response, his mouth descended upon hers, crushing hers beneath the heated assault.

Werewolves are, by nature, violent lovers. To them, a gash is as good as a caress, pain and pleasure are meted out equally. Adrian knew this, and didn’t intend on disappointing her.

When gentle coaxing didn’t get her to open her mouth, a hard bite, his fangs drawing blood, provided the desired result. The yelp of pain gave him the chance he needed, and he immediately delved his tongue into the wet cavern. She tried to pull back, but the chain held her in place, and an attempted bite merely made his claws dig into the skin on her face, causing more blood to well up. A soft whimper of pain was taken as a gesture of submission, and Adrian smirked, pulling back. The wound on her lip had already stopped bleeding and was starting to heal itself, but the claw marks still dripped crimson liquid.

Sera was not pleased. A growl started to bubble in her throat, though it didn’t cause the desired reaction of making him back off. Indeed, he merely growled back, showing his teeth. “It seems as if I’ll just have to teach you just who is the dominant one here…”

His claws were about an inch long, and he proceeded to extend them and shred all of the clothing he could reach. He wasn’t being as careful as he could have been about it, and often nicked her skin, making more crimson trails that gleamed bright red in the light from the lamp. Soon, except for what she was laying on, she lay bare before him, and had started to struggle again. While he waited for her to run out of air and settle down, he picked up a thick leather strap, testing it’s durability by slapping it against his hand a couple of times. Yes, that would do nicely…

While she couldn’t pull away, she could turn her head, and the snarl that burst from her throat was nothing compared to the yelp that followed, accompanying the sharp CRACK of leather meeting flesh. A stinging pain blossomed from the red mark on her ass, the recipient of the treatment. That wasn’t the only one, either. Since she kept snarling, Adrian struck her again with the strap, and again, and again. Eventually, the snarling stopped, to be replaced by whimpering between her pained yelps. Finally deciding that her ass was a shade of red that was to his liking, he set the strap aside. Stripping himself down completely, he grabbed his next toy and climbed onto the bed, sitting behind her in the space made by her forcibly spread legs. The neko grinned in amusement, his tail flicking behind him as he watched his captive constantly try to turn her head to see him and figure out what he was up to.

During the lashing, Sera had been understandably surprised at the spark of heat starting to pool in her lower stomach, and the sight of Adrian stripping hadn’t helped in the least. Finally, it had taken all of her control to not squeak at the sight of his cock, standing proudly erect in all of it’s nine-inch glory. ‘How in the hell is that supposed to FIT?!’ Was her first thought, and the sight of the cat-barbs scattered on it didn’t help any. ‘This is gonna hurt…’ An answering twinge of heat from her abdomen. When he climbed up behind her, where she couldn’t see, she became worried. And what was that object that had been clutched in his hand…

Adrian nearly lost it at the sight of her wet cunt slowly seeping slick fluids, and had to take a few deep breaths to compose himself. Finally, he grabbed the dildo from beside him, and used the tip of it to lightly trace her slick lips. Grinning at her reaction, which consisted of arching with a whimper, he worked the head of it into her. ‘Damn she’s tight… I can barely get this thing in her, and I’m bigger!’ Sternly, he reminded himself that she had only had one other experience, so of course she would be. ‘All the better then.’ Adrian smirked as he withdrew the toy, nearly laughing at her soft cry of loss. Ah yes, she was ready for him…. But first…

Adrian moved the dildo up until it hovered over the tight ring of muscle that was her ass. “I would relax if I were you.” Was his only warning before harshly plunging it in, leaving an inch out.

The yelps from before were NOTHING compared to the roar of pain that erupted from her, tears streaming down her cheeks. It HURT… it felt like she was giving birth all over again! Adrian at least had the decency to wait for her whimpers of pain to subside before crawling over her and resting himself on her back, his muscled chest pressing against the smooth planes of her flesh beneath him. Gripping the slightly loose skin at the back of her neck in his mouth, he felt his fangs sink into the skin, as well as her arching up against him as he roughly thrust inside of her.

“Dammit Adrian, stop it!” She started struggling again, though not as bad as before. A steadily growing part of her wanted this, whispered that she was an adult now, that this is what adults did, that it was about time she was educated on the more carnal pleasures that her body demanded of her from time to time. As Adrian’s claws raked at her sides, creating long gashes, that steadily growing part of her made it firm that IT didn’t want to pull away from this delicious feeling of fullness.

She was doing her darndest to ignore that part. \"Adrian, if you don\'t back off THIS instant I swear I WILL rip you apart as soon as I break these chains, then sew you back together and rip you apart again so hard your ANCESTORS will feel it!\" With this snarled threat, she shifted underneath the male, whipped her head around, ignoring the bite of the chain, and sank her fangs into Adrian\'s shoulder.

The neko hissed through the grip on the back of her neck as pain blossomed from his shoulder. He supposed he deserved it, but did she have to go and BITE him? Not holding back anymore, he gathered his legs underneath himself, so that his knees were resting up on either side of her chest and her legs were draped over his hips, stomach against his thighs, with his feet underneath his butt. Now he had the leverage he needed, and Adrian proceeded to put it to good use by pounding away.

Sera released her best friend\'s (who she was currently VERY pissed off with) shoulder to howl, long and loud. Pain and pleasure spun an intricate dance within her body, so much so that she found it hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Each hard thrust sent her forward a couple inches, only to be yanked back by the steel hawsers wrapped securely around her ankles. Claws dug into and slid over her sides, leaving bleeding gashes in their wake that immediately started to heal. The blood ran down and over her front, to be soaked up by her comforter and chafe the wet cloth over her skin. His teeth remained buried in the nape of her neck, and finally, the pointed barbs on his cock scratched and scraped against the sensetive inner walls of her cunt. Sweat broke out over both of their bodies, making skin slick and slippery. Her handcuffed hands, trapped between the two of them, grew claws at the fingertips and dug into Adrian\'s belly, making him yowl and lash his long tail. Blood was everywhere, filling the air with it\'s sharp coppery scent.

Shuddering, Sera writhed and snarled as she fought against the tightening coil of pressure building up in her lower abdomen. It felt as if someone was slowly pouring molten metal, or something equally as hot and heavy, into her via that entrance and steadily filling her up. Adrian chuckled deeply as the scent of her arousal spiked, fueling his own desire and passion. The small part of him that was incubi had gained full control by now, and was fairly drinking up every gasp, whimper, and moan coming from his partner. \"Such a responsive little bitch...\" He leaned forward to growl in her ear. At her defiant snarl, the neko gave a particuarly rough thrust. \"MY bitch. You hear me? You\'re mine, all mine.\" By the end of his little speech, his breath was coming in harsh pants, and his hips had sped up.

Together, rather unknowingly on her part, they danced a dance as old as time, as old as life itself... instincts long buried surfaced and howled their freedom, the urges of their ancestors became thiers. Wolf and cat, canine and feline... forever regarded as enemies, they were joined as one, if only for this brief span of time.

Of course, all things, good and bad, must eventually come to an end. Such was the fate of their coupling, as both of them edged closer and closer to that precipice, that point of no return. Adrian had more experience in holding himself back, and thus it was Sera that perched there first. Her claws grasped and scrabbled at Adrian\'s stomach, the ones on her feet tearing holes in her bedspread and down into her mattress, her fangs snapping at the air as her breath heated it. She writhed and bucked as her body cried out for release from the torturous pressure. And her lover was all too happy to give it to her. Flicking his tail, Adrian curled it under them both and brushed the furred tip lightly over her swollen clit.

That did it. With a long, drawn-out howl, she fairly shattered into a million shards as her release tore through her, sending her to hieghts the young female had never dreamed of reaching. Powerful muscles clamped down around Adrian, and a few strokes later, he followed her into ecstacy.

Panting, Adrian collapsed on her back afterwards, pinning Sera down to the blood-soaked mattress. The werewolf, for her part, was more than happy for the chance to rest and catch her breath. That had been... wow. Just wow.

I didn\'t know that it could be like this... Flitted through her mind, and she groaned softly. Gods, he was STILL hard inside her... she didn\'t feel as if she could survive another round.

The neko smirked at the whimper of loss his partner gave when he pulled out. \"You see?\" He purred, moving around to crouch infront of her. A thrill of pride ran through him when he noted that her face was flushed, and she still struggled to catch her breath. With a flick of his tail the chain holding her neck to the bed-post was freed, and gaining air became far easier. While she gasped greedily for air, he thought over what he was going to say. What he wanted next would require her not being mad at him anymore...

After all, she would have far too good a chance to bite something vital off.

\"Sera...\" The lycanthrope glanced up at hearing her name, and found Adrian\'s lips covering her own. Unlike before, this kiss was far gentler, more loving and less lustful. This one she didn\'t mind returning, and the mixed breed felt another flash of pride run through him at the ardent reply. Ah, such a fiery lover he had chosen!

Still, other parts of him begged for attention, so it was with great reluctance that he broke the kiss far too soon. Smiling gently at her soft whimper, Adrian started licking the blood from her cheeks and neck, speaking inbetween smooth strokes of his rough tongue.

\"Sera...\" Lick, lick... \"I know you\'re\" Lick, nibble \"not up for another round.\" The flesh he was cleaning was smooth and unbroken, the wounds gone. Thank the gods she was a fast healer... \"Can you please...\" Kiss, lick \"help me\" one final lick... \"finish up?\"

It didn\'t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was asking. And while Sera may not have been a rocket scientist, she wasn\'t dumb. Still, she wanted something in return...

\"Get the damn dildo out of my ass, then we\'ll talk.\" Adrian started in surprise, then burst out laughing. He had forgotten all about the damn thing! The tip of his tail twitching in amusement, he moved to his knees as he leaned over her, gripping the sex toy and pulling it out. Of course, this put one PARTICULAR part of him right infront of his partner\'s face, and she proceeded to take full advantage of that fact.

Adrian would deny heartily later that he had squeaked when he found a hot, wet, rough tongue lapping suddenly at his cock, cleaning off their mixed juices and blood that coated it. Giving a low groan, he arched up as his ears pinned to his skull, soft pants escaping from his open mouth. One hand shifted to rest on her lower back for support, the other moving down to rest against the back of her head in silent encouragement.

It took a few minutes to get him completely clean, as she had to lick around and under the many barbs, but the little noises he was letting out were worth it. The taste she could have done without, but she supposed she wasn\'t one to talk, seeing as she ate raw meat at least once a month. Finally lapping the final few drops off, she moved her head back a bit to nibble gently at his tip, following that up with a soothing lick. Adrian made a strangled sound above her, and it was with much surprise that Sera found her mouth and throat suddenly filled with his cock, her nose buried in the wiry black curls at the base. Take care to relax and breathe slowly and carefully, so as to not set off her gag reflex, the werewolf started to suck firmly on the thick column of male flesh.

Moaning and starting to sweat all over again, the neko gripped her hair in one clawed hand, holding her head in place as he started to slowly pump in and out of her hot, willing mouth. He was quite relieved to find that she had the good sense to not use her teeth, as he had no desire to make a trip to the hospital for something so embarrassing. Figuring that she wasn\'t likely to harm him now, he managed to pull his scattered thoughts together enough to disengage the catch on the handcuffs, freeing her hands. A soft cry burst from him as she placed her hands on his hips, claws digging in slightly as she guided him to a faster pace. He was panting hard now, as if he had just finished running a race. Trembling, he leaned down to rest his forehead against the curve of her ass, mewling as he felt his balls start to tighten.

Sera had no warning for when he suddenly bucked his hips, burying all but a couple inches of him in her throat again (she would have to have a word with him about that), followed by the decidedly unique feeling of hot, thick streams of his cum shooting down her throat. Convulsively she swallowed, which wrought another moan and a few more spurts out of him. Finally his orgasm waned and Adrian collapsed on Sera\'s back, panting hard as she shifted her head to let his softening cock slide out of her mouth.

\"I am REALLY starting to regret that we didn\'t do this sooner.\" He gasped out as soon as he had the breath to do so. An annoyed growl answered this, and the neko chuckled as he untied the steel hawsers holding his bitch\'s legs in place. Apologetically he rubbed the areas that had been rubbed raw, rolling off of his partner so that she could move fully now. Immediately he found himself pinned on his back, her hand on his throat as she pressed one knee into his stomach to keep him down.

\"If you EVER do that again without warning me, I SWEAR I will maim you so bad there won\'t be enough left of you to fit on the head of a pin.\" Sera snarled, her eyes flashing red as she glared down at him. \"And you owe me a new bed, this one\'s ruined.\"

\"Understood.\" Despite the death threat, Adrian was grinning. After all, she had said \'without warning her\', she didn\'t say anything about warning her first then doing it. And knowing her, that little \'slip\' was intentional. \"Come on, we\'ll use my bed for the night.\"

\"Shower first. We both reek of blood and sex.\" His bitch grumbled before letting him off, standing and only limping slightly as she headed for the door to the hall.

Adrian grinned, his tail flicking in the manner of a satisfied cat as he watched her walk, his eyes fixated on her swaying bare ass the entire time. Perhaps he would join her for that shower...

***

And thus, the fic that my muses would NOT inspire me to end finally does!

All four: *Whistle innocently*

*Pulls out a blow gun and some tranq darts, then grins as they scramble over each other in their hurry to get away* Leave a review please, and I\'ll read it after I get back from \'hunting\'. Considering that this took me six months of on-again, off-again writing to finish, don\'t feel any pity for them. Now, if you\'ll excuse me... *Slinks off to do major bodily harm to her muses*