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Howl of the Pack (dominant_minded & DarknessEmbraced666)

Vixey nodded slowly in understanding as he spoke to her, understanding what he was telling her about what had happened. The woman young woman was much smarter then she looked and sounded. "Well then we can't let them catch you." she said gently before watching him beginning to walk away. She slowly walked towards the shore as well but as he continued to speak she froze in the water and gazed up at him in slight confusion. "Charles.... You're not regretting what we did are you?" she asked softly, almost fearfully.

Her eyes were wide with confusion and she crossed her arms over her chest as she shivered a little. "And how did you put me and my father in danger?" she asked him. "No one knows that I'm out here in these woods. I usually go for a long hike into the woods every couple of months so it's not like any one is going to get suspicious."
 
His shoulders slumped when she asked him if he regretted their encounter. He could hear the tone of her voice. This crazy girl was happy that a monstrous version of a former acquaintance had come across her and practically forced himself on her. She was actually worried that he hadn't enjoyed it, there was even a hint of hurt in her voice. He leaned his head back as she continued talking. She was trying to be so frustratingly supportive and defiantly refusing to see him as dangerous. It was almost as maddening as it was touching.

He let go of frustration and the fear for her safety for a moment, deciding honesty would make the impression better than emotionally charged yelling. He snorted in disbelief, surprised he had enough control back to decide how to have this conversation. "Vixey, you gave me your virginity, incredibly deep pleasure, and, at least temporarily, my humanity. I would be the worst man imaginable if I weren't deeply honored, and incredibly thankful. I don't regret any of those things; I thank you for them, but what now?" He turned and looked at her, his golden eyes soft and warm. He spoke softly and gently, taking a step towards her and wrapping his arms around her, "I'm going to jump out on a limb here and say, from the way that you're talking, that you don't want me to just disappear into the trees and leave you alone for the rest of your life. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to assume that you're going to ask me to see your father. And that, Vixey, is how I've endangered both of you. Hanging around either of you is dangerous for both of you."
 
Vixey knew that he was dangerous, she wasn't about to refuse that or deny it. She knew that if he wanted to he could easily kill her. When he said that he didn't regret it, she softly sighed and relief washed through her as she relaxed a little and gazed up at him while listening to him speak. The young woman could see hat he was frustrated and she bit her bottom lip gently. She sighed softly and bowed her head after he asked her, 'what now?' and she shook her head until he wrapped his arms around her and she leaned against him, her arms snaking slowly around his waist and she laid her head down against his chest.

"No, I'm not going to ask you to stay in my life forever nor am I asking for you to come see my father." she said, her voice muffled by his chest. "I'm just asking you not to push me away like you're trying to." She slowly looked up at him and gazed up into his eyes. "And I ask again, how did you endanger us? Who's going to know I've seen you? There is no one in these woods except for you, me and those wolves and the other animals. And they're not abot to tell anyone and neither am I."
 
He sighed deeply as she held him back. "Alright, Vixey, alright. I won't try to push you away," he said, as truthfully he didn't want to. It had been much too long since he'd been able to talk to another person, and she didn't seem frightened or repulsed by him. Unique girl, he thought to himself again with a grin, I think I'm beginning to like her already. "And I guess there's not that much danger as long as I stay hidden in the woods when you leave," he said to her softly, "but be careful what you say around your father." He took her hand and started to walk out of the cool water to the tree where he'd left their clothes. He picked up some of the ripped and abused clothing she had worn out into the woods. "Hmmm, do think if you go back in these ripped clothes, anyone's going to get suspicious?" he asked her. He realized he sounded like was sending her away, so he put his arm around her shoulders comfortingly and added, "Not that I'm trying to send you away or anything, but I was wondering if you might... bring me some things, Vixey."
 
She softly sighed in relief and smiled up at him as she brushed her hair back over her shoulder while gazing up at him. "I promise I won't say anything about this or you to my father. It's not like we talk to each other very often any more." She gently grasped his hand and let him lead her out of the water, shivering when the air hit her wet skin. She looked at the clothing that she had been wearing earlier and arched an eyebrow while taking her shirt into her hands and looking over the abused material. "Yeah, someone will get suspicious." she said before shrugging. "Doesn't matter. I don't have to leave wearing these. I've extra clothing at my camp. I am camping out here after all."

Vixey grinned up at him before shrugging slightly at his words. "Sure. I can bring you a couple of things. What do you need?" she asked him while leaning against him and running her fingers through her hair.
 
"Good, we'll walk you back to your campsite," he replied, meaning the wolf pack. "I'll have to stop at the treeline, but they'll keep close enough to you to keep me posted. Wolves don't seem weird out here, but wolves walking along with a half naked girl and a gold-eyed sci-fi monster do." He gave her a wink and squeezed her hand. He wasn't exactly happy go lucky, but at least he didn't seem as morose and sulky at the moment.

"Hmmm, as for the shopping list, it's nothing too odd, but I haven't felt really really clean in a while. Of course I haven't felt this human for a while, either," he said pleasantly, wondering how long this would last. "Anyway, you think you could get me some soap, shampoo, deodorant and a decent razor? Oh, and... a change of clothes would be nice. I'd... give you money, Vixey... but... well, I don't have the usual resources of a gentleman, I'm afraid."

He walked back to his own tattered clothing and pulled on his shorts and shirt. He stopped as he watched her get dressed, letting his eyes trail over her. He felt a familiar feeling coming over him and quickly turned around. "One more thing, Vixey," he said, coughing like he had almost choked on something. He continued, souding somewhere between concerned for her and somehow... embarrassed, "I think... I may not be this calm... when you come back. It might be like... before. I can't be sure, but I would rather be safe than sorry."
 
She smiled up at him after he said that they would walk her back to her campsite and she nodded sowly. "Thanks." she said softly. "And I understand. Though there isn't anyone around for miles." She chuckled softly and smiled a little wider while gazing up at him. "True. That would seem a tad bit strange." she says playfully before listening to him tell her the things that he would like her to bring him and she nodded, reaching over to run her hand over his shoulder. "I'm sure that I can get those things for you. It should be rather easy."

She moved over to her tattered clothes and pulled them on, buttoning her shorts up before slipping her shirt on over her head. When he spoke, she turned to him and noticed his back was turned to her. "Yes?" she said sofly before being told that he might be like before and she smiled gently. "Don't worry. I'll be sure to remember that when I return." She moved over to him and placed her hand on his arm with a small smile.
 
He smiled back weakly at her and patted her arm. One of his tentacles slithered over and lay on her shoulder like an arm wrapped around her shoulder. He pulled it back the instant he noticed. "Whoops, sorry... That was probably a little weird," he looked at her and blushed a little. She was definitely unique. She didn't seem frightened of him, and even though the first thing that he had done when they met had been to pretty much sexually assault her, she seemed to care about him. It was impossible not to feel touched.

He took her hand and started to walk through the forest, picking his way. Occasionally a wolf would pad up next to them or run past them as part of some invisible patrol route. One of them actually walked up next to Vixey and nuzzled her hand while she walked, whining until she pet his head. "I think they've decided your the Alpha female of this pack, Vixey," he said in a bemused voice. They were close to her campsite now, only about 30 yards from the treeline. He wasn't relishing the idea of her leaving, even though she had said she would come back.
 
She felt one of his tentacles slither over and lay over her shoulder, making her blush a little and look up at him with a small smile. But when he appologized, she merely shook her head. "It's alright. It is a little weird, but I don't really mind all that much." she said to him. "After all, if you remember, I had one between my breasts while I stroked it earlier." She blushed brightly as she thought about it and smiled sheepishly, reaching out to lightly touch one of the tentacles with a finger before he took her hand into his.

This action caused the girl to smile and grip his hand a little tighter as they walked side by side. But soon her attention was drawn to the wolves as they moved up next to them and ran past but when one wolf nuzzled her hand, she smiled with a soft giggle as it started whining before running her hand over its head. She drew her fingers through his thick fur near his neck and scratched him behind the ear. "Really?" she asked, lookin up at Charles with a small smile. "Why would they decide that?" She looked forward to see them coming up to her campsite.
 
He smiled and a little bit of a blush touched his bluish cheek as he answered her, "Well, I think it's because they've accepted me as the alpha male... and... ummm... they saw us... mating." He chuckled a little, then added, "So... ya know... they just sort of assume... that means you're the new alpha female." He squeezed her hand, embarrassed just a bit, but also feeling much happier than he had in a long time. Of course, he hadn't felt much that wasn't related to hunting or running or... lust... for a long time either.

That thought made it all the more difficult to stop at the tree line and leave her, but that's where they were standing. He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her, letting his tentacles wrap softly around her too (it just came too naturally, and she really hadn't seemed too freaked out). "They'll follow you, but keep mostly out of sight," he said softly in her ear, "I want to say hurry back, but I don't want you to worry about me. Just... do be careful when you come back." He grinned and said playfully, "I don't want to attack you the moment I see you."
 
Her cheeks flushed a bright red as he answered her, a little embarassed that they had been watched by the wolves when they had sex and she smiled sheepishly. "I..I guess you're right." she said softly wit a soft giggle, squeezing his hand back. After glancing up at him, she knew that he was embarassed just like she was by how his cheeks seemed to darken a bit and she thought that it was pretty adorable but she didn't say anything about it so not to embarass him even more.

But when they stopped at the tree-line, she sighed and tuned to him as he wrapped his arms and tentacles around him, laying her head on his chest. "Okay. I think I'll be comforted knowing that they're close by." she replied, kissing him on the cheek. "And I promise to be as careful as possible. I won't be able to come back right away because of work and such, but I'll come back as soon as possible. I promise. It shouldn't take long for me to return though. Two weeks at the most."
 
He took a deep breath. Two weeks was quite reasonable, but it seemed terribly long. He didn't voice it though. "Thanks so much, Vixey. I should be right here when you get back," he smiled at her and winked. "We'll smell you long before you see us, and I'll send 'someone' to come out and meet you." He hugged her tight and kissed her neck. "You better go now before I start trying to talk you into going feral." He stuck his tongue out at her and gave her a soft, warm kiss on the lips. Then he unwrapped his various appendages from around her and nodded in the direction of the clearing. From across the way, on the complete opposite side of the clearing, came a clear howl from one of his pack mates. He winked at her again, "I promise you're in good hands."
 
She reached up and caressed his cheek with a nod. "You're welcome." she murmured before blushing a littledarker when he told her that they would smell her before she would see them. She wrapped her arms around him as she hugged him back and whimpered with a soft sigh as he kissed her neck. "I suppose you're right." she said before kissing him back them pulling away slowly as his appendages were removed from around her. Vixey knew that she would miss him in the time that she was gone and se knew that she would do her best to hurry back to him.

With another soft sigh, she turned and stepped out into the small clearing, hurrying over to her small camp where she soon disappeared into the tent and began to change. Vixey wondered what she would do about the bite mark on her shoulder that he had caused. It still ached a good bit but at least it was no longer bleeding.
 
He watched her duck into her tent and wondered if it might not be better to walk back into the woods now. It was difficult to watch her go, especially when he thought about what it was going to be like without her for a while. He knew that several of the pack were still a little hungry, which meant that his clear thinking wasn't going to be allowed to last much longer. The responsibility he felt to these animals only underscored, in his mind, how inhuman he truly was now. In a very big way, his humanity was there in that tent, in Vixey and not in himself, and about to leave for a week or two.

It was getting too hard to watch. He made several noises to the wolves around, communicating orders. The better fed ones would follow her for several miles, staying in the trees and brush, ready to send out howls if anything happened. He would take the rest and hunt. He took one last, long look at the tent, his eyes able to see her outline through the fabric walls, even in the afternoon light. He breathed deep, taking in the last traces of her scent, the smell of her hair and her skin. Then he turned. He was running hard before he even knew it.

Out of the dense trees, echoing through the mountains, a howl rose up that was like a wolf's but most definitely not natural.
 
Vixey quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater, stuffing her ruined clothing into the bottom of her bag. She would have to leave soon if she was going to reach her car before it got dark. With a sigh, she rolled up her sleeping bag and blanket and tied them onto her hiking equipment. Once she was sure that everything was put away, she climbed out of the tent and within twenty minutes she had the tent down and packed away. The red haired woman took one last look around the clearing while lightly touching the bite in her shoulder before sighing and beginning to walk away. Just as she reached the edge of the clearing, she heard the unnatural howl from somewhere deep in the woods and she smiled sadly.

Turning back to face the over grown trail, she began jogging along the trail which would take her all the way down out of the mountains to where she parked her car. She jogged the entire way down even though she was rather tired from what she had done earlier. She knew that several wolves were following her and it comforted her as she moved further down the mountain. Once she reached the area where her car was parked, she looked back at the woods. She was tempted to just return to him but she knew that if she didn't return home, a search party would be sent out for her and that wasn't something that she wanted.

So she put her things into the trunk and got into the car, soon driving off and heading home. It wouldn't be until exactly two weeks later that she returned with the items that were requested by Charles.
 
Two weeks later, the forest was exceptionally quiet. He was waiting in the woods, perched on a tree branch so that he could see further. The pack was spread out over a large patch of the woods, sniffing for the familiar scent. His heart was pounding in his chest, anxious. They'd done this the past several days, and the wolves were getting anxious. He'd been forgoing eating so that the small amount of hunting he was allowing would go further among his pack mates. He knew she was supposed to be here soon, but he didn't exactly know how many days had passed since she left. He had been surprised how long he had been able to think clearly after she'd gone. Except when hunger and the hunt took over, he was mostly able to be Charles for three days straight. But then the senses and the instincts started to stay in control for longer periods, until he was once again feeling mostly wild. Even now, he was only vaguely thinking through what he was here for. He remembered Vixey clearly, and he knew she was supposed to be here soon, but he the 'why' part of her coming here was a little fuzzy.

His head lifted and turned immediately at the distinct howl of one of the females in his pack. She had smelled the girl they were looking for. From the sound, she was about a mile away. He howled back as if to say 'Bring her in', and clamped his hand down hard on a nearby branch of the tree. He couldn't think of why exactly he wanted to stay, wait here for her, and not run her down, but he managed to keep himself there, in the tree.
 
Two weeks had passed and she was in a rush to get back out to the woods. But even though she was in a hurry, she made sure that she wasn't followed or anything like that. After parking in her usual spot, she got her things from the trunk and locked up her car before heading up the same path that would take her to the small clearing where she would set up her camp yet again. Upon breaking through the underbrush into the clearing, she took a deep breath and smiled as she moved over to a slightly shaded part of the area where she began setting up her camp. It didn't take her long to have her tent put up and everything else set up.

Stepping out of the tent with a sigh, she stretched with a smile and looked around, watching some birds fly over head and listening to animals scurrying around. However, she didn't hear anything other then that. It was... extremely silent in the woods that day and it set her on edge a little. "Charles." she whispered softly, wondering where he was as she thought about the items that she had brought with her for him.
 
Even across the slight distance between them, he heard her whisper his name. It made something click a little in his head, but he had been able to smell her since she entered the clearing. She was wearing some sort of perfume that was particularly alluring to him for some reason, and lust was clouding his mind. He whispered her name in response, but it was unlikely that she would hear it, "Vixey." He made a slight whining sound and the wolf on the ground below him got up and walked to the edge of the trees.

The wolf broke into the clearing, but stayed near the trees, looking down at Vixey. It yelped to get her attention and then started pacing near the edge of the trees, not wanting to come any closer. It was an odd sort of invitation, but then again... he was an odd sort of man these days.
 
Hearing a yelp, Vixey saw the wolf pacin back and forth as the edge of the trees before smiling widely. Turning back to the tent, she reached in and grabbed the small bag with Charles' things then she zipped the tent up. With a sigh, she faced the wolf and jogged oer to it, reaching out to stroke the wolfs head before stepping into the woods. She looked at the wolf and waited for it to lead her to Charles.

(sorry so short.)
 
(hehehe, np, I didn't give you a lot to work with ;])

The wolf leaned into her hand, then turned and walked into the woods with her in tow. It led her to the base of the tree Charles was perched in. He looked down at her with burning lust in his gold eyes. "Vixey," he said softly. His nostrils were flaring, drinking in the scent of her perfume. His fingers clamped down so hard on the nearby branch that it creaked and cracked. His body reacted immediately, flooding the air with his pheromones as his tentacles raised into the air around him. He looked a little bit like he was about to pounce on her. He wasn't trying to look frightening, but he definitely looked like he wasn't in complete control of himself.
 
Vixey moved silently and quickly at the wolfs side as it lead her through the woods and underbrush towards where Charles was. When they came upon the tree where he was perched. Stopping at the base of the tree, she looked up at him with a smile, arching an eyebrow when she heard the branch creak and crack beneath his grip. She had heard him say her name and it mad her shiver before she felt a rush of heat run through her when his pheromones reached her senses and she felt liquid heat pool in her lower abdomin while she gazed up at him.

The sight of him up there with his tentacles around him and his golden eyes glowing made her heart speed up, but it wasn't from fear. It was from the thrill she felt when she was around him. "Charles." she said again, setting her bag down beneath the tree. She had remembered what he said about him not being in control of himself when she returned. After setting the bag down, she placed her hands onto her hips which were shown off by her rather snug jean shorts that rested low on her hips and her t-shirt that showed off her mid-drift just enough to tease him, her belly ring glimmering in the sunlight.
 
When she put her hands on her hips and stood there suggestively, he nearly tackled her right then. His eyes ran over her body hungrily and his lips curled into a wicked grin that revealed his sharp teeth. He hadn't noticed the belly button ring before, part of him wondered if it was new, but it had the effect of almost instantly making him hard. His unnatural size made the tattered shorts bulge out ridiculously.

The branch he was holding finally gave way under his death grip and broke off in his hand. He didn't seem to notice. He dropped down in front of her and took a step towards her. Without being bidden, the tentacles rushed out in front of him and started to grope her through her clothes. There were tentacles wrapping around each of her boobs, squeezing them. There were tentacles snaking around her legs and groping and squeezing her ass. There were even tentacles running along the cheeks of her face and oozing out that concentrated liquid form of his scent as if it were precum. He was obviously insanely aroused. His eyes closed, and he seemed to drink in all the various parts of her body that he was touching.
 
A shiver ran down her back again when she saw his grin and she blushed as his shorts bulged out, her eyes widening a little before she smiled a little wider. As the branch in his hand broke, she stepped back as it fell and she watched him drop down infront of her then step towards her. When his tentacles rushed out to her and began grabbing her, she moved towards him as the appendages groped at her breasts and ass, making her softly moan. As his liquid pheromones oozed out onto her skin, it seemed as if just the stuff touching her skin had an arousing effect on her body.

Gently grasping the tentacle that was touching her cheek, she guided it to her mouth and lightly licked the tip of it while gazing up into Charles' eyes. "Try not to tear my clothes this time." she purred to him, the scent of her arousal beginning to fill the air. While she couldn't smell it, he probably could. Releasing his tentacle, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, tossing it over with the bag. With it off, she stood there in her shorts and a simple white bra and her boots which she quickly kicked off.
 
His breathing shallowed and started coming out in short, fast huffs as she spoke, enough of what she was saying sank in for him to understand that she was willing, not afraid. He growled at her excitedly and rushed forward, adding his hands to the groping attack of his tentacles. A strong wiff of her arousal hit his nostrils and he actually howled into the night air. It filled his senses now, he didn't want to smell anything else right now. He grabbed onto her ass and lifted her up, pulling her legs up around his waist. He noticed the light pink scar on her shoulder from where he bit her two weeks ago. It was almost instinctual, but he was slower this time. He moved his lips over her shoulder and kissed the spot his tongue sliding over her skin. Gently, at first, he let his teeth graze over the old mark, but then he bit down again, breaking the skin.

He groaned in deep lust, licking up her blood gently and squeezing her ass hard. Tentacles wrapped around her legs and her waist to help support her. He reached behind her and started struggling with her bra clasp. After several frustrating attempts at getting it off without ripping anything (evidently he had heard that request as well). He finally growled and asked her huskily, "Help?"
 
Soft laughter escaped her lips when he rushed forward and began groping her with his hands as well and she grinned while running her hands along his chest. When he howled, she shivered and a shuddering sigh slipped from her as she closed her eyes, only opening them again when he lifted her up and she wrapped her long legs around his waist. Leaning forward, she kissed his neck and shoulder while wrapping an arm around his neck. The feeling of his lips against her shoulder made her mew softly before a cry of pain filled the air when he bit down onto her shoulder and broke her skin.

Vixey trembled a little a he licked the wound and squeezed her ass, those actions distracting her from the pain in her shoulder. She looked up at him as he struggled with her bra and she smiled gently with a nod as his question for help. Instead of unclasping the bra, she just grabbed it and pulled it up over her head much like she did with her shirt and tossed it aside. Her pink nipples were already hardening and they ached to be touched by him.
 
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