Careful Who You Wish For...

*You should already know what you're getting, by now. They've got names; they're not important. Actions are present, memories of actions are in the past, be impartial when you read it, so let's just cut to the chase, shall we?*


Once more, he found himself struggling against his instinct, and his memories, as those relentless gray orbs burned into his own before him. He growled deeply and sank his fangs into her neck near her shoulder, making an excuse to both look away and focus his building rage. Even the sound of her voice as she cried out from the painful excitement of having her unearthly blood drained through her veins was almost too familiar to bear… he was slipping through his restraint and losing the battle fast.

A surge of hatred washed over him as she moaned deeply, lowly, in her throat, too quiet for even her to hear; he could feel his claws extending, the tips pushing against the fabric that served as the only barrier that kept them from slicing into her hips were his hands rested in the deep curve of her body. Blood coursed down his throat, and he could feel it make it’s journey all the way into his stomach where it nestled itself snugly, warmly, heavily… The taste grew sweeter and sweeter, and still, he continued to see flashes before his eyes of a different woman, of a different situation...

Without thinking, he moved his right hand further down her leg, dragging his claws almost angrily the entire way, and found the bend of her knee, where he gripped sharply and pulled upward, so that she half-straddled his hips with her back against the smooth trunk of the tree. Her sex was fully accessible to him now, and uncaring of his claws he plunged two fingers inside of her, hearing the groan and feeling the quite obvious mixture of arousal and blood that slowly began to run down his slender fingers. He moved them around in her, stretching her, feeling the muscle fight his intrusion and yet give away, hearing the sharp yelp that she issued as another digit forced its way inside her, all but cutting a path into her awaiting core…

But he was constantly slipping, and the further he went with her, the further back in time his mind went, and he remembered…the scent of blood and fear, the sound of her scream that dared turn into outcries of ecstasy as he drove into her deeper with each thrust, ruthless, vengeful, mad with rage…

No longer could he resist. Her hand on his crotch was sending him back further into memories he long suppressed, ripping them of their dark caverns and bringing them to light, fueling the flame that was his hateful desire to make the woman scream. He knew where he was, and he knew what the circumstances were, but the other sector of his working mind, he found it increasingly hard to tell the women apart. Their actions were the same…their voices, their scents, their torturous touches, and their forceful longings were too alike, driving his sanity away and unleashing the monster that he was trying not to become….

But it was becoming far too appealing, and with a snarl, he moved further down, toward her shoulder and bit harder, knowing it would hurt, and relishing the squeal of protest that he received in return…but he didn’t care. It sent his mind over the edge, and it was the last straw that made past and present overlap, merging, ripping him apart inside all over again as untamed fury exploded from within him where he had locked it away in hopes that it wouldn’t break free. But it didn’t matter; he wasn’t going to cage it again.

She screamed aloud as he forced his erection into her, and drove deep, giving her body no choice but to accept his entrance; not that she was pure, no…this was most definitely not the case, but she was narrow. He was not. And he knew, as he gripped harder on her leg, that it was nothing less than pure agony for her; but he relished it, and drove not only his hips further but his fangs deeper, feeling them extending to their full length, so much so that he almost knew that they would touch the bone beneath flesh and muscle. His eyes flashed as she threatened to scream out again, and her throat locked tightly, rendering her silent.

He thrust into her brutally as he moved to change the location of his bite downward, and there was a sudden, sharp scent of adrenaline and fear as she shifted suddenly against him, knowing that for her, this was no longer such a fun game. The tip of his tongue traced around her nipple slowly, a complete contrast to the way he began to drive his thrusting deeper into her body, pushing almost too far, and forcing her core to adjust to his length, not the other way around. Her mind was wide open, and despite the silence of her mouth, her mind unleashed a terrible cry of anguish, making him smile wickedly before he licked the whole of her nipple, then bit down. Hard. Again, her mind protested, and there was a sob-like sound echoing in her chest, fighting to release itself as he twisted her between his teeth and pulled her leg tighter against him, giving her no choice but to meet his callous pace and strength…

But he was lost in it. His mind was still in the past, recalling the feel of her nails tearing at his arms when he pinned her beneath him, the way that, if only for a moment, the tables had turned and he was no longer powerless in her games. Unconsciously, he shifted their position, moving her so that she was off the ground, skewered to him as he came closer and closer to hilting himself inside her, feeling the protest of her body and the quake of her lungs as she silently yelled against him, defenseless as her arms were pinned beneath his weight and she had nowhere to move. Still, he became rougher, and he heard himself growl deeply as he felt the tell tale sign that he was pushing himself to his limitations, nearing his peak, and threatening to spill himself within her core. He felt himself grow thicker as he came closer, but he released her from his mouth before, with his free hand, grabbing her roughly by the neck; his claws cut into the bite wounds, and a fresh flow of scarlet formed rivulets down her front as he thrust as deeply as her body would most definitely allow, and then snatching himself free of her insides with a single jerk. Her eyes went wide with the feeling, but whether or not it caused her more pain, he didn’t care; with the grip on her neck, he backed up slightly and jerked her head, forcing her to either let her neck snap or turn around, and as she chose the latter, his other hand let go of its current grip in favor of another.

With her back to him, her arms and hands were just as useless as they were pinned against his body in some way, but he forced her chest against the unmoving surface of the tree, and gripped at her hips again. She was slightly bent forward, because of the step he’d taken backward, and with a new position that accommodated his height much better than the first, he put his chest to her back, letting his hips rest against her rear. Another sharp pang of fear stung his senses as it radiated from her, sharper than the last, and with a sharp-toothed smile, he decided to make her phobia a reality.

The grip he had on her didn’t loosen; instead, it became tighter as he let his other hand move up along her sides, then back to her waist, scratching more softly than before, as he didn’t want to distract from the new, agony she was about to suffer. He let his fingers move around toward her rump and between her legs, which he knocked apart with his knee, and he moved them across her cunt, which was rather wet whether she was in anguish or not, and then upward, over the tighter, more virginal opening just above it. His hunch proved valid when he could feel her tense apprehensively against the rather subtle movement.

But the fear never vanished, lingering, instead, around him like a haze of tauntingly enticement. The promise of pain, of her fighting him, of her yells of protest and hurt… The corners of his vision began to bleed red, and his veins began to work faster, making his heart beat loudly against his ribcage. The clear vision he retained blurred significantly, and when it became sharp and focused again, he released the binding on her throat, before repositioning his hand back on her hip. He leaned into her further, and growled softly into her ear, the rest of his vision reddening as he shifted his hips to position against her. She squeaked in alarm, her mind pleading that he don’t do it, but it only drove him further into his action, and as he licked the rim of her earlobe, he pushed his hips into her sharply, and she screamed sobbingly at the intrusion into her anal walls.

He knew her throat hurt from trying to use it in vain, but he also knew that she had never been taken in this way, let alone in so brutal a manner. He forced himself into her deeply, either forcing the muscle to give him entrance or ripping through so that she bled, but he also knew that she would heal, and that it really didn’t matter whether he shredded her insides or not. Once inside her, there was the slightly slippery sensation of blood coating his member, but he figured it would only make his movements easier as he drew back and pushed inward again, tearing another choked sob from her throat.

The heat of her body was bliss, and the knowing that she was in what could be close to unsurpassable torture made his euphoria all the greater. His eyes lit evilly as he rammed himself into her again and again, at a terrible pace and an even worse speed; she no longer made much more than a soft, hiccoughing sound, but even though her occasional groans weren’t of immense pleasure, the moisture that was building rapidly from her cunt was evidence that he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself…but this was not his motif, to give her pleasure, and he bit into her opposing shoulder, more toward her back. She cried out again, and he shifted his mouth before doing it again, as he pulled closer to her bottom and thrust deeper, moving faster, feeling his building tension return.

There were numerous smells around him, most of which were negative to most yet heaven to him…to the beast. But the scent of blood was key, and his mind had yet to clear itself; to him, this had already been done before, and to him, he was willing to lost the last bit of control he possessed.

He wrenched himself from her again, and with his hand, exposed her now dark, bleeding entrance fully, before plunging into her savagely and then ripping out of her again; each time, her passage gaped; each time, she found the voice to whimper loudly and pitifully, each time, a new trickle of blood and precum made its way down her leg. He was close, very close, and with one more insertion, buried himself to the hilt and pressed tightly against her, thrusting shallowly, making her outcries louder, and feeling himself grow thicker inside her.

He came violently, but didn’t stop thrusting, making the sensation of his release aid greatly in his movements, milking himself for every drop he knew he was worth, then going deep as the last of it burst free and then pausing, before pulling himself out of her slowly and releasing her. Shaking, she fell to her knees in front of the tree, panting and whimpering painfully as she gripped at the ground. He grabbed her by the hair, however, and turned her to face him again, pulling upward and forcing her to lick him clean. She grimaced at the mix of salt and copper, but complied, and he let her go again, before pulling up his pants turning to walk away.

They’d made a deal, and it was done; he got the information he requested, and she’d gotten both what she wanted and what she’d deserved for playing her nonsense games. As his mind snapped back in place, and he processed the new data he’d received, he left her trembling on the forest floor.