~ Slayers Revenge ~ {LifeOnMars}

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Slayers Revenge ~


Moaning she felt the bed shift as Andre shifted on the bed. Her eyes remained shut. All she wanted to do was go to sleep for a couple of hours. Damn she was sore. Still she could feel his cum cooling on her thighs. Their fights were violent, the make up sex was wild and intense. It was part of the reason that she stayed with him despite their obvious problems as a couple.
Venessa was on the edge of consciousness when she felt him start to pick her up. Moaning she did not immediately object. It would not be the first time he had carried her to another room, another section of the house to fuck her again. She started to giggle softly as he got the door open. Keeping her eyes closed she tried to guess which room they were going to.
Finding herself in the kitchen with him was mildly surprising. Maybe the kitchen table? Venessa opened her eyes as he went past the table and went to the door. The door lead to the basement. Stiffening she was suddenly alarmed. They were half way down the stairs before she realized what he was thinking. As much as she struggled he barely seemed to notice, keeping a firm hold on her.
In another minute he had a cell door open and dropping her inside. She fought to get out before he shut the door but he was too strong and the door clicked lock. Venessa was on the edge of panic as she looked around the cell, noticing a young man seemingly unconscious. It didn't take a genius to realize that he was lycan, even as young as he was. This would not be the first time Andre and his partners had brought one back here to kill.
By the time she looked back to Andre, he was gone, already up the stairs. It was almost impossible for her to believe that Andre had taken their argument this far. Through the small barred windows she knew the sun was setting quickly. It was only a matter of minutes before it set. That might not have been a big deal if this was not the full moon, but she knew it was the second day, meaning tonight and tomorrow he would change.
She tried to move as far away from him as possible but there was very little room to go. Still all she wore was the bed blanket. It had not crossed her mind to get dressed after sex. Staying pressed against the bars she prayed to every god that she could think of that Andre was not really serious, that he would be back for her.




Venessa started to panic as she saw the first signs of change. Her green eyes kept flickering between him and the door. “Andre... Andre.... get me out of here... ANDRE...” Now standing and holding on to the bars her full attention was on the door praying that he would be coming back any second. “Andre... this isn't funny anymore.... ANdre... AndRE... get me out of here... ANDRE... God ANDRE!!!”
Hearing the howl she knew she was out of time. Turning back around to face the werewolf she stared in horror. Unconsciously she clung to the bed blanket still wrapped around her slim form. Honestly she knew so little about the creatures that Andre hunted. There was no human expression in those wolf eyes but the way he licked his lips she had a fair idea he was planning on killing her. She knew if she was lucky he would actually kill her instead of leaving her half alive and letting her turn.
Venessa tried not to show her fear knowing it would only make things worse, but she could not help it. She was in trouble and there was no where to go. It took several men to control one of these animals, one little woman did not stand a chance. Pressing her back against the bars she tried to stay still. It was just now sun down, she could not think how she was suppose to avoid being eaten when she had at least ten hours before sun rise.
“.... Nice puppy.... good puppy... nice puppy.... ”

 

[Life on Mars]

The change came quickly.

It hurt, by God it hurt! His very being ripped apart as the wolf took over. After tonight there would be nothing remaining of the young man, only the bloodthirsty beast that resided within him. His bones cracked and muscles grew as hair covered his body. His face elongated into a horrible snout, taking on the features of the wolf. His legs twisted and changed, bending out as it took on the features of a wild animal. His arms grew thicker, horrible claws ripping from his fingertips breaking through his human nails.

Finally he stood. Almost seven feet tall and covered in black fur, he was perhaps one of the largest werewolves the slayers had captured. He looked around, his eyes adjusting to their new body as he scanned his surroundings, his nose sniffing the air. His breath fogged up in the air, his dog-like tongue coming out to lick at razor sharp fangs. Then he saw her, the human.

Letting out a roar he was on her, wasting no time in securing his next meal. His clawed hands grabbed her by the throat, lifting her in the air and roaring in her face. His claws ripped into her skin, drawing blood and driving his animal instinct to kill. He threw her against the ground, roaring and getting ready to kill. He raised his claws to the air, ready to strike when...

...that scent...he knew that scent...

 

[kimbra_ailis]

Trying to scream, the noise choked before it even started. Feeling his nails slice into her skin. The wounds were not deep enough to do more than just draw thin lines of blood. A faint thought crossed her mind that it was suppose to be deeper than her. A soft whimper finally escaped her throat just before the feeling of falling through the air. Her back and head hit the ground hard. Unable to think clearly, Venessa started to roll onto her stomach. Instincts said she had to get away. Even if it meant crawling. At the moment crawling was all she could manage. Almost as soon as her head was off the cement, the pain nearly drove it back down.
A little surprised that he had not ripped her throat out in the first move, it crossed her mind he was going to toy with her a little bit. Real wolves usually took the kill shot when they had a chance but she had never thought to ask Andre or learn anything about his profession. Now she was about to learn first hand. …. God this could not be really happening… It was the only thought she could hold onto. Of all the ways to die and she was naked and smelled like a fucked whore about to be torn apart by an animal.
The next roar was almost deafening. Tense. Venessa told herself this was it. Bracing herself to feel his jaws on her body or claws drawing more blood. She actually found herself hoping she wasn’t going to live long enough to feel much.

 

[Life on Mars]

He sniffed the air again, taking in the scent that came off of her in thick waves. It was the smell of a bitch in heat, one begging to be fucked. A new instinct was taking control of him now, one driven by the urge to carry on the species, to spread his seed. A low growl developed in his throat as he slowly approached her, looming over like a tower of fur and muscle.

One of his large hands grasped her ankle and pulled yard, yanking her forward with a show of brute force. He lifted her up by her leg, leaving her still-wet pussy open to him as her covering fell back. She was like a rag doll to him, one he use throughout the night as his own. His wet, black nose sniffed at her crotch, taking her scent in deeply, ingraining it into his mind. His hot breath could be felt on her pussy as he pressed forward, wanting to get a closer look.

When he was satisfied he let her drop to the ground and with a growl was on her, ripped her blanket from her body and exposing her naked body to him. His wolf cock had already started to grow, long, hard and huge.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

Feeling his hand on her body she tried to scream again but could not make a single noise come out of her mouth. Whether it was fear or something else. Not that it really mattered. If she thought she was shocked by being alive, she was even more surprised to feel his noise poking between her legs. Venessa made half an attempt to bat him away but was completely unsuccessful. All she could do was pray this was bad nightmare. Bad nightmare did not even begin to describe this
The sound of the breath forcibly escaping her lips as she hit the ground for a second time tonight. Absently she shook her head as if telling him no would make him stop. Part of her was still waiting for death. Of course she was trying to hold on to that thought because the alternative was worse. There was no chance for her to hold onto the blanket. God the stone was cold! Venessa never got a chance to dwell on that thought or wonder where it came from.
Feeling him to move to grab her again, she finally managed a scream. Venessa did even have a chance to think about trying to escape. Maybe her mind was not working fast enough or maybe she had already made up her mind to accept her fate. A panicked noise escaped her throat as she felt something warm brush against her sex. She didn’t have to look back to know what it was. Mixing with the earlier wetness and Andre’s cum.