Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

He pitched the tent and laid out the rolls, making sure everything was secured.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

It took a bit longer, but the two of them were eating by the fire side.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Ulric practically swallowed his food, even throwing on seconds for him to eat. Sylas had forgotten how the curse affected him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas made a noise. Was he prepared? This was to be the wildest changing he'd ever experienced.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"You're staring." Ulric pointed out.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I-I am? Oh, apologies.." He said, working on finishing his food.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He chuckled softly, "I don't mind.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas smiled and relaxed, sipping down another bottle of ale.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

When the sun started to dip behind the horizon, Ulric became near violent; he had ripped a branch off a tree he had been using to brace himself. "S-Stay here. I'll be back." He growled.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas swallowed hard and nodded as he watched Ulric leave. He moved into the cart and quickly changed into his old clothes, ones he didn't particularly care about anymore.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He could hear Ulric groaning in agony as his bones broke and reformed into his lupine form, the change happening as quickly as his body allowed.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas decided it might be best to do what Ulric said this time, and waited by the fire. His heart was pounding.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Soon the soft whines stopped and Ulric lumbered out of the brush, shaking the leaves from his fur. He took a deep breath through his nose and sighed, "God, I feel so much better."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas swallowed hard. "I-I take it you feel better, dearest?"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Didn't I just say that, Sylas?" He asked, moving over and looming over him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I-I.. Well yes! I-I guess I just wanted to confirm.. You certainly seem to be much more relaxed..!" Sylas said, staring up at Ulric.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He moved and nuzzled him gently, "Aye, much more relaxed. But now, being so close to such a vulnerable prey, I'm feeling something else."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas visibly shuddered. "O-Oh..? And w-what would that be..?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Ukric snarled now in his throat, moving to trap Sylas between him and the grass, "The need to fuck, morsel."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas gasped and let a soft moan escape. Oh, that wouldn't do. He needed to hear more.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He snarled louder and grabbed Sylas' shirt in his teeth, giving a firm tug and ripping the fabric easily.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas gasped and moaned louder, looking down with already hazy eyes.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He dragged his tongue slowly up his chest and up his neck to his ear, where he gave a low growl, "Moan for me, little morsel."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas gladly obliged, moaning louder for Ulric's satisfaction.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He gave a noise of satisfaction as his claws ripped up Sylas' trousers, pulling them off easily, "You planned for me to do this, hm?"