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Howl of the Pack (dominant_minded & DarknessEmbraced666)

He stood there, just holding her, for a long time. He ran his hands over her back softly, comfortingly. His massive member was still hard enough to keep his release plugged deep in her womb, but his mind was slowly rolling back to him. He could feel the sticky release from the tentacle sliding down her body and squishing between them. "Are you alright?" he asked clearly, suddenly breaking the silence. He gently stroked her hair and caressed her, adding with a light chuckle, "I don't even know your name, lovely."

As he spoke, his legs and tentacles slowly lowered them to the ground so that she was sitting on him, still astride his cock. He looked down and noticed her bulging stomach again. "Sorry, that must be uncomfortable," he said in a raspy voice and slowly started to lift her off of his cock so that she could release some of his cum.
 
She smiled gently as he ran his hands over her back and she nuzzled her face against his hard chest, softly kissing his skin before looking up at him with another smile. "Yes, I'm fine." she said softly after he asked her if she was alright. She lifted a hand and ran her fingers over his cheek before wiping some of the cum off her face while blushing brightly. "My name? My name is Vixey." she said softly.

As he lowered them, she gasped and grasped his shoulders again until they were settled again and she smiled gently before looking down at her belly, placing a small hand on her stomach. "It's alright. It's only a little uncomfortable." she managed to say before he lifted her off his cock. Suddenly she felt a rush of cum run down her thighs and she felt her belly deflating slowly.
 
"Vixey?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face. Vixey like vixen... with a wolf... he thought and let out a short laugh. That was far too funny of a coincidence. He held her gently on his lap and looked her over. "You look like you need a bath, Vixey," he said, his voice calm and even now, almost human, "sorry about that." He paused for a long moment then added with a more somber note, "I'm sorry for a lot of things."

He looked her over carefully, making sure she wasn't still bleeding or suffering from any broken bones. His tentacles gently unwrapped themselves from her and wrapped around his waist and abs. He spoke to her softly and slowly, "There's... a spring... not far from here. Would you like me to take you there to clean up, or... would you rather me just... bring you your clothes and let you... step out of what must be a nightmare and back into your life?"
 
"Yes. Vixey." she said softly with a small smile and a nod. She arched an eyebrow when he laughed and tilted her head to the side. She pouted slightly as she leaned against his chest until he said she looked as if she needed a bath and she looked down at herself before giggling with a bright blush. "I think you're right." she said softly. His appology took her by surprise and she frowned slightly before shaking her head. "It's alright. You don't have to appologize for anything."

She looked down at her legs, tenderly touching her thighs which were slightly chaffed, the skin bright red and just a little sore and there were streaks of blood from when he took her virginity. As his tentacles unwrapped from around her, she looked up at him with a tiny smile. "Could you take me to the spring?" she asked softly. "I would very much like a bath."
 
He smiled and his golden eyes turned liquid. He had no idea how she was dealing with all of this, but he was grateful. It had been a while since had felt this human. "Of course," he answered and gently picked her up. He picked up the few garments of hers that were in this spot and started striding through the forest at a pace that any normal human would have to jog to keep up with. When she was running, she had picked up several scratches; when he carried her, even at this quick pace, it seemed that none of the thick underbrush even touched her skin. He didn't speak, but occasionally he looked down at her with something like admiration on his face.

About ten minutes later, they came upon a small clearing. There were a pair of deer drinking from the spring in the middle of the clearing that ran away immediately at the sight of them emerging silently from the treeline. It was amazing how much clearer his thoughts were with his stomach not running empty and his lust slaked by the beautiful young woman in his arms. "Here we are," he announced in a voice that was almost velvety. He set her down at the edge of the water. The cool spring water lapped at her toes, offering relief from the heat of the afternoon.
 
She softly yawned and closed her eyes as he picked her up, nuzzling her face against his chest as he walked. Vixey could hear twigs snapping beneath his feet and leaves in the underbrush and bushes rustling, the sounds keeping her from falling asleep. Last time she was running through the woods, she had gotten a good many cuts and scratches from the nature around her and her feet were rather sore. She was sure that they were cut up. As they got closer to the spring, she could hear the running water and she looked up at him with a small smile the next time he looked down at her.

Looking out at the water as he stepped out into the clearing, she smiled a little wider when she saw the deer drinking from the water and she chuckles softly as they ran away. "It's beautiful here." she whispers to him as he set her down. After the cool water of the spring touched her toes, she shivered gently before looking up at him. Slowly on slightly unsteady legs, she moved further into the spring to wash herself.
 
He nodded, smiling when she observed the beauty of the meadow and the spring. "I'm not sure I ever noticed," he said a bit mournfully. He walked, ankle deep, into the water with her, but paused there while she continued further in. When she was waist deep in the pool he quietly turned around and padded off into the forest again, careful not to make a sound. He was running through the woods a moment later to retrieve the rest of her clothes. He didn't really want to have a wolf carry them back to her in its mouth. He found the pack a few moments later and sent three of them back to the spring to keep a watch on her while he figured out where he had tossed her slightly torn shorts and her shoes. He had them a few minutes later, her scent still fresh enough to easily locate where they had been together earlier. He called the rest of the pack together with a grunt and started to rush back to the spring.
 
She frowned when she heard the mournfull tone in his voice and she looked back at him as he walked into the water with her. With a small smile, she turned back around and continued into the water, her movements fairly smooth though she was kind of stiff from him fucking her. "Just because you haven't noticed before doesn't mean you can't notice now and appreciate it." she says, not noticing that he had left. "Right?" Turning, she noticed that he was gone and she frowned again.

Then he noticed several wolves in the trees around the spring and she relaxed with a small smile. She knew that even though he wasn't there with her, he was still keeping an eye on her. With a sigh, she moved deeper into the water before sinking beneath the water to get her hair wet before beginning to wash herself.
 
He emerged from the tree line only a few minutes later. He let out a slight yelp when he saw her swimming around naked with her hair wet. It made him excited, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't a return to the overpowering, consuming lust he was now used to experiencing. He felt more man now than beast, simply admiring a pretty, not to mention naked, girl. He hung her clothes up on a tree near the water and tugged off his shorts. He was sticky from their encounter as well, but he was realizing just how long it he had been running through the forest without a decent bath. He kind of wished they had some soap. It was truly amazing how these simple human desires were coming back to him. Maybe... but no. Hope wasn't a good idea at this point. It seemed thinking clearly was a double edged sword. There was a painful aspect to seeing his situation clearly. He looked at Vixey and it made him feel a bit better. She didn't seem hurt, that was an incredible relief, but even more amazing, she didn't seem to hate him for taking her as he had. There was no point in trying to consider the why behind this, he decided. She is a woman, after all. Logic may have nothing to do with it, he thought with a huge grin. He started to walk down into the water, enjoying the cool sensation on his naked skin. The chauvinism is coming back, he thought, and did laugh out loud at that, I'm feeling more like a typical man every minute.
 
Vixey was softly humming to herself as she swam around the cool water, her long red hair clinging to her skin. She paused for a moment and began washing herself again, doing her best to clean his cum out of her. She could still feel some of his cum inside of her that she couldn't clean out of her body but for some reason, she didn't mind nor did she care. Hearing a slight yealp behind her, Vixey turned quickly with wide eyes before smiling when she saw him standing there watching her. Blushing brightly, she turned away from him and began swimming again as he removed his shorts and began walking into the water. However, hearing him laugh drew her attention back to him and she smiled gently, liking the sound of his laugh. "What are you laughing about?" she asked softly, moving a little closer to him.
 
He slipped his head beneath the surface of the water and slicked his black hair back before answering her question. He smiled at her and said, somewhat truthfully, "It's funny to be having such... human thoughts." He started swimming with her, but kept a little distance. He was enjoying this and didn't want to run the risk of getting too excited again by being so close to such a pretty naked girl. She didn't seem frightened of him at all; on the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying his company, the company of a monster of sorts. "You're a rather unique girl, Vixey," he said with the same humor from his laughter before.
 
She tilted her head a little as she gazed up at him curiously with a tiny smile. Vixey chuckled softly and nodded slightly with a slightly thoughtful look on her face. "Mmm, I suppose that you would. After all, you seem like you've spent alot of time here in the woods in the company of nothing but wolves." she says softly with a kind smile on her face. She brushed her hair back from her face and she began treading the water. When he told her that he thought she was a unique girl, Vixey giggled and blushed brightly. "Thank you." she murmured before stilling when a thought hit her. "You know, I just realized that you know my name but I don't know yours."
 
He smiled and just shook his head as she spoke. And that doesn't strike you as completely crazy? he thought in response to her comments about his current lifestyle. She was unique, and he was starting to very much like her. He sighed softly when she asked him his name, remembering what was truly another life. He shook it off and answered lightly, "Charles. Charles Ludlum. It's actually Dr. Charles Ludlum, or it was." He rather doubted that his credentials really counted anymore. He shook that thought off as well, as it led to the thought of being locked up in a lab and studied for the rest of his existence. "You swim pretty well, Vixey," he said, just to push the thoughts back from his mind.
 
She listened to his name and there was an expression on the girls face that let him know that she was thinking. His name sounded so familiar and the thought it over several times before a slightly surprised look passed through her eyes as she gazed up at him. Vixey knew his name through her father who had actually worked with the man infront of her years ago and she remembered hearing through the news that Charles had gone missing then after a year of searching, they announced him dead. Only once before had she met him and it was just briefly when she was dropping something off to her father back when she was in collage. But she knew that he wouldn't recognize nor remember her since she had changed so much since then. Back then she used to have blonde and black streaks in her hair which she kept fairly short and she had worn glasses and she had filled out much more since then.

When he commented her on how well she swam, she was knocked out of her thoughts with a small smile and she nodded. "Thanks. I love swimming. It's always been one of my favorite pasttimes." she said softly.
 
His brow furrowed as he watched her working something out in her head. When she spoke again, he answered, "I've always enjoyed swimming myself, though I haven't done much of it of late." As if in explanation, the wolves behind them took a few steps into the water, as if thinking of joining them, then retreated to shake the water off their feet. There were about 6 of them, she could see. Some of them just lounged around in the sunlight, others were drinking from the spring or padding around sniffing. A couple of them were playing rather roughly, giving the distinct impression that, under normal conditions, it would be unwise for a human to be around them.

"What's on your mind?", he asked her, referring to the expression she had been previously wearing, "You looked like you were trying to solve a complicated math problem."
 
She glanced around them at the wolves that were on the shore of the water and she smiled slightly as she brushed her hair back from her face, watching the wolves in slight amusement. Very rarely do people get to see the wild animals in their natural habitat and she was one of the few lucky ones. When he asked about what was on her mind, she slowly looked up at him again and cleared her throat. "Umm, How... how much do you remember about your past?" she asked softly.
 
His brow furrowed as she answered his question with another question. Something about her question, the tone she used to ask it, made him suspicious that she might be motivated by more than just simple curiosity. Once again he felt some amazement at having the kind of human thoughts he used to take for granted; it had been a long time since he had grasped something as subtle as the tone of a person's voice.

He thought for a moment about how exactly to answer her. He thought about how much he actually did remember. It had been a while since he'd tried to remember. But the important parts were all there: the research, the accident, and then being hunted. He could remember feeling like he'd lost his sanity, giving himself over to his instincts, and then finding the wolves. "I guess I'd say, I remember enough. It's not exactly a happy story. Why do you ask?" he said after several moments of silence.
 
Vixey was clearly a little uncomfortable as she waded in the water infront of him. After he told her how much he remembered, she ran her hand over her face with a sigh before looking up at Charles. "Well... you see..." she trailed off and groaned, mumbling to herself before speaking again. "Do you remember a man named, William Harrison? He would be an older man with... salt and pepper dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Kinda tall." Part of her was hoping that he wouldn't remember her father.
 
Alarm bells went off in his head. He was suddenly very cautious. "I've heard of him, I think," he lied. She was describing his research partner with details that indicated close knowledge and... affection maybe? She knew William, obviously, but in what context? He tried to control his breathing and reminded himself that they were in the middle of the forest. He wasn't in danger right now.

He dipped his head under the water again and swam a little ways away. He took a second under the cool water to compose himself. When he resurfaced, he noted that the wolves were not playing now. They had picked up on his sudden apprehension and were fanning out silently to make a ring around the water. He quickly made a soft, inaudible noise to calm them down. He didn't need them making Vixey jumpy and suspicious. "He and I were in a similar line of work, actually," he said, taking a little risk, "How do you know him?"
 
Vixey was watching him closely for his reaction and she gently chewed on her bottom lip nervously. When he said he thought he heard of her father, her nervousness grew as she watched him dip his head under the water and swim away a bit before resurfacing and she glanced around for a moment. But when she heard him speak again, she grimaced and looked up at the sky with a soft groan, mumbling something about being afraid he'd say that. "You probably don't... remember me... do you?" she asked slowly. "I mean, I would be surprised if you did. I have changed alot since we met." She purposely didn't tell him how she knew William, wanting to know if he remembered her first.
 
He stared at her now trying to remember features and history, his eyebrows pulling together. She claimed they'd met before, and it must have been in connection with William. He looked her over studying her looks. She was young, not more than maybe 24. He wasn't that much older than her, really, he realized. But who did William know, besides himself, in this age group. Charles had been by far the youngest in the project, most of his own research assistants were older than he was. More importantly what girl this age would know Will... It clicked.

"You're his daughter?!" he almost shouted, the wolves made whimpering sounds and got more alert, as if asking what was wrong. He calmed them again before continuing. He remembered the pictures in Will's office now. He had been so focused on the research that he hadn't really paid attention when Will had talked about her, though Will had talked about her often. He hadn't even remembered that Will's daughter was named Vixey. A small, cautious grin spread across Charles' face. "I like your natural hair color better," he said, nodding towards her beautiful red locks, "but I think of the two of us, I've changed more." He laughed a little bitterly at his own joke. This was both an interesting coincidence and a rather dangerous complication. Being involved, even indirectly, with William again meant being involved with the corporation that was after him.
 
She watched him thinging abbout what she had just asked and she bit her lip while gazing up at him, blushing when she noticed him studying her looks. As he slowly came to the answer, she could see him putting the pieces together but his sudden outburst made her jump in surprise before sighing with a nod, some of her wet hair falling in her face. "Yeah, I'm his daughter." she said softly before grinning at his comment about her long blood red locks of hair and she nodded while playing with a wet curl. "Yeah, I like it this way more as well."

When he said that he was the one who changed more, she nodded with a soft sigh. "Yes. I know." she murmured while moving a little closer to him. "But I don't care. I've always thought that you were kind of cute and I still do. Even with the changes." Vixey slowly looked around at the wolves around them, noticing them watching the two people in the water before she turned back to Charles. "Everyone thinks that you're dead."
 
Both his eyebrows raised when she complimented him. "Cute? Not the first word that would come to my mind, Vixey. You are definitely a unique girl." He was genuinely moved; it was his first conversation in a long time, and far from being afraid, she was complimenting him, not just accepting him. When she said that everyone thought he was dead, though, it made him remember how serious his situation was. Reluctantly he let the happiness he was experiencing be replaced by thoughts and concerns. "Not everyone, Vixey," he sighed deeply, "In fact... your father probably doesn't believe that cover story." He looked at her and his gold eyes went liquid as he thought about her father, William. He had been a partner, even a friend. Charles wondered seriously how William would feel about what had transpired between himself and Vixey. If she wasn't frightened by being with him, he was sure William would be frightened by the very idea of her being with Charles.
 
She blushed brightly and giggled softly with a sheepish smile before she nodded slightly. "Yeah. I know." she said softly. She noticed his happiness disappear and she moved closer to him. "My father... ever since you left my fathers changed alot. Says that he blames himself for some accident that happened at the lab that caused you to go missing. That's all that I heard about it. At least until the news of your disappearance was all over the tv. People searched for months before proclaiming that you were dead." She sighed softly and shook her head as she sunk beneath the water for a moment and brushed back her hair that was beginning to dry. "They even had a memorial service for you. Ever since then... dad's quit his job and withdrew into the privacy of his private lab."
 
He sighed again as he listened to her. "I'm sorry to hear that. He's a brilliant man." He paused for a moment and looked at her, suddenly wanting to take her in his arms, but he closed his eyes instead. "I'm sure you can guess the nature of the accident that took place, but it wasn't really his fault. We were doing mutagenic research on various canine species, trying to make them smarter using human genetics. I was in the wrong spot at the wrong moment and things kind of went in another direction... on me. The corporation has been hunting me ever since." He looked at her and let out a bitter laugh, "I didn't think I'd mind spending most of my life in a lab, but then again I'd never considered being the test subject instead of the researcher. I'm sure that's what the corporation would do with me if they caught me."

He started to walk out of the water, turning from her towards the shore. "I shouldn't have done this to you, Vixey. It's blind luck that I came across you instead of some other random woman, but I've put you and your father in danger because I couldn't control my baser urges." He wasn't exactly saying goodbye, but his tone didn't sound very hopeful either.
 
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