Deadly Spire

[DarkEmpress]

Claire slept through the entire morning. She was utterly exhausted and when she woke at two that afternoon, her eyes fluttered open, staring at the ceiling for a moment, confused. Rolling onto her side, she winced, pain rippling through her body from her ankle.

She carefully sat up and was startled to find that she was still naked. Her fingers trailed across her bandaged ankle and she frowned. “Did Wolf...?” she whispered to herself, deep in thought, replaying the events from the previous night, trying to make sense of it.

Kendrick had kept both himself and Wolf captive in this house for a very long time, segregating them from society to hide the fact that he had two forms residing in one body. She wondered how it had happened. How long has it been going on for? They were both prisoners in this place, both incredibly lonely. Was she the only link between them?

Claire carefully pushed herself up to her feet, gingerly trying to step on her leg, which just simply hurt too much. Holding on to the few furnishings that were securely bolted down, she made her way to the door and was not surprised to find it locked. There was no way out and it disheartened her.

It was so cold.

“Kendrick!” she screamed, banging on the door. Maybe he didn’t know she was down here. Did the two of them even know what the other was doing? “Kendrick, I’m here,” she tried again.

A piece of cloth peeped out from under the door and Claire slowly bent down, digging it out. It was the sheet she had left at the bottom of the staircase the day before. It took about ten minutes, but she finally managed to wrestle the entire sheet into the room and wrapped it around herself to try and stay warm.

In the corner of the room, she spotted a security camera. Walking up to it, she waved wildly, “I’m here,” she said, her voice breaking. Spending a few minutes doing that, she finaly gave up and made her way back to the mangled chair. Sitting down, she pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, wrapping her arms around them, staring blindly at the floor. It was a hopeless situation.

The sun would set ... and he would come ...

 

[Erlind]

Light streaming in through his window told Kendrick it was late in the morning. The injuries the wolf had sustained weren’t nearly as bad after the change, but just sitting up in his bed seemed to make his whole body ache. The worst part however, was trying to remember all the beast had done out of his cage. As he focused shreds of memories came to him, but the only one that stood out with any definition frightened him. The wolf had raped her. He’d been brutal and unforgiving. Kendrick buried his head in his hands unable to look at the world around him. This had been why he’d tried to stop him. If he’d only been stronger and taken his own life years ago he could’ve ended all of this, but he wasn’t that brave.

It took him a couple of minutes to compose himself, but eventually Ken eased out of bed and went about getting dressed. The wolf had won at this point, but he felt he had to go on with his day in some way. Long sleeve collared shirt and slacks hid most of the cuts and bruises. Like each morning he did his best to look presentable even if no one was there. Except … there was someone. Had he killed Cliare, or was she still alive?

Kendrick tried to run, but mostly managing a quick limp down the hallway. To him it stood out like any other door, but visitors rarely found the false panel that led into the security room. A few of the cameras appeared to be down, but most of the black and white screens still glowed. His eyes quickly scanned across and found her. She was curled up in that prison chair, shivering with a thin sheet covering her. The cell was locked again. The beast was feral, but was still intelligent. The key would be hidden.

Kendrick left the door open behind him and rushed across to his sister’s old room where Claire had slept that first night. He pulled the comforter off of the bed and tossed it on the floor. Then he tossed the pillows on top and dragged half of the clothes of the trunk and threw them there too. Tying it up into a bundle he hobbled downstairs. His breathing was getting heavy as he rushed towards the slightly ajar door that led to what was now Claire’s prison. His was still tired and hurt, but guilt was a powerful motivator.

Knocking the door open with his shoulder Kendrick nearly stumbled upon entering the room. Claire looked up at him as he came in. “I’m sorry.” He made it to the cells bars and dropped the bundle. “I’m sorry.” It seemed to be all he could say. He hated the wolf and hated that he couldn't stop him.

 

[DarkEmpress]

She could hear something dragging across the floor above … footsteps. Her heart fluttered. The dimmest ray of hope … the smallest ray. Maybe…

The door slid open and Claire came to her feet. She watched as Kendrick entered and relief pulsed through her being as she gingerly walked closer to the gate, hope flickering in her eyes. “Kendrick…” she whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he said and Claire could see the guilt plastered all over his face like a sombre mask. It made a cold chill run down her spine as the memories came screaming into her mind. She stopped, and shut her eyes tightly for a moment, willing the memories away.

“It’s okay,” she said softly as she reached the gate, wrapping her hands around the steel bars.

He dropped a blanket of some sorts on the floor next to him as he reached her and once again apologised … it was all he could do. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. It was some cruel joke. This man would never harm a living being, but his counterpart was the complete opposite.

“It is not your fault,” she said, reaching a hand through the bars to gently spread across his cheek, smoothing along his jawline and lifting his chin so he would look at her. “Kendrick, it wasn’t you,” she said again, trying to console him while it felt like her heart would break. How could she possibly hold Kendrick responsible?

“I’m … I’ll be okay,” she said, nodding as she tried to get her emotions under control.

“You have the key, right?” she asked.

He didn’t have to say anything … the look on his face spoke volumes. Claire dropped her head against the steel bars as raw sobs tore from her chest. She gripped the bars with both hands and tried to pull them out of the wall … as if it would help … somehow. She hated feeling vulnerable, she hated being helpless.

 

[Erlind]

Kendrick put his hands on hers wishing he could help. He tried to remember where the beast had hidden the key, but they had grown too adept at blocking each other out. This prison had been built for the beast and with him released, there wasn’t a way out.

“I … I brought you some clothes and other things to keep you comfortable,” he told her shakily letting go to untie the bundle. He pushed everything up by the bars so she could take what she wanted. It felt like a terrible attempt at kindness, but he hadn’t known what else to do. The beast was never supposed to get out. It had been a fool’s dream to think he never would have, but they had just closed their eyes and pretended it was true.

“I’ll find a way out for you,” he promised her though he had no idea where to start. After a moment he quietly added to his promise, “and when I do he’ll never hurt anyone again.” He tried once a few years ago, but he’d spent all day working up the courage and by the time he went through with it dusk had been too close. Kendrick subconsciously put his hand on his other wrist. The shirt sleeves hid them for now, but they were the only scars that never seemed to heal. He didn’t know why.

 

[DarkEmpress]

She needed to get it out of her system … to let go, and by the time her tears subsided, she felt calmer. The situation was still pretty grim, but there was nothing she could do about it and she had to accept the fact.

Her eyes dropped to the bundle of clothes and it felt like Christmas morning. It was something so small … and yet so substantial. She slowly sank to her knees, her hands trailing across the fabrics. The sheet haphazardly hung around her frame, making Claire look like a Greek goddess. “Thank you, Kendrick,” she said as she slowly started working through the bundle, pulling the clothes into the room. “That is very thoughtful,” she added, giving him a wan smile.

She heard him promise to find a way out and she nodded as she continued to sort through the clothes, but when Kendrick said, “and when I do he’ll never hurt anyone again,” her hands stilled, and she found herself staring at the concrete floor, mulling his words over. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he meant, and Claire frowned.

How hopeless do you have to feel - or noble - to consider ending your own life, for the sake of others?

“No, you won’t,” Claire said as her eyes shot up to him, just in time to see him place his hand on his wrist, an almost haunted look in his eyes. She slowly rose to her feet and ran her hand across his, as she tried to hold his eyes captive. She could feel the little ridges beneath her fingertips at his wrist and her heart constricted with regret. “Kendrick, don’t even think it. We will find a way through this,” she said, trying to give him something to hold on to. She couldn’t bear the thought of him…

Another realisation hit home. If she wanted Kendrick to stay alive, she needed to make the ultimate sacrifice and stay behind this door, locked up and at Wolf’s mercy. Claire clenched her teeth together, her eyes dropping to the floor as she tried to hide the fear in them.

Fate had a sick sense of humour…

 

[Erlind]

“I just meant that … we’d find a way to trap him is all. That’s all I meant …” The excuse was weak, but after hearing Claire he didn’t want her to worry about him. He could understand why she felt like she did, but she hadn’t lived with the wolf like he had.

Quickly changing the subject Kendrick informed her of what he planned next, “I’ll get you some food in case he won’t feed you and then I’m going to check the workshop to see if there are any tools that might be able to get through these bars. I don’t think we could get enough done before nightfall, but I’m going to hide them. Just like beast hid the key from us. We can start in the morning.” Kendrick smiled at Claire trying to look hopeful and reassure her.

He disappeared upstairs and went to work. First, Kendrick went to the workshop. It was where they’d built the chair for the wolf and occasionally was used for other projects just to pass the time. His family spared no expense on anything even their black sheep. Ken made of cache of hacksaws, files, and even a small gas tank and torch. The cache was hidden under a bookshelf the wolf had knocked over in the back of his library. One task was over.

The kitchen was utterly trashed, but managed to put together a decent meal, one that would easily fit through the bars. Ham sandwich, little carrots, cookies, a thermos of chicken noodle soup, and a glass of milk were all placed on a tray. Kendrick carried it back down to where Claire was still locked away. He set the tray by the bars, so she could get to everything.

“I hope you like it. My … worse half tore the kitchen apart for God knows what reason.” He’d had too much trouble getting around with the remnants of the wolf’s injuries haunting him. The day had worn on much more quickly than he’d hoped.

“Claire is there anything at all I can do for you. We don’t have a lot of time left, but anything I can do I will before he … takes control.”

 

[DarkEmpress]

Kendrick had changed the subject a little too fast, which only confirmed Claire’s suspicions. His excuse didn’t hold any water and as he disappeared up the flight of stairs, she stood staring at the door for a moment longer, trying to find a solution … which was nowhere to be found.

Claire turned slightly and eyed the shower in the corner, pensively biting on her bottom lip before she threw caution to the wind and succumbed to the blissful hot water that streamed across her skin in rivulets of heat. She soaked it up, the water relaxing her aching muscles. Claire found a haphazard towel to dry with before she went about finding something to wear. She felt half human again by the time she pulled the jumper over her head, made of the most exquisite soft wool that went with a pair of faded denims that hugged her form.

She had just finished changing the dressing on her ankle when Kendrick came walking down the stairs with a tray of glorious food. Her tummy growled in anticipation, only realising now how hungry she was. When last did she eat anything?

“I hope you like it. My … worse half tore the kitchen apart for God knows what reason.”

“I love it, thank you,” she said as she sat down on the floor, and tucked in. It was possibly the best ham sandwich Claire had ever eaten … or she was just really hungry, either way, it hit the spot.

“Claire is there anything at all I can do for you. We don’t have a lot of time left, but anything I can do I will before he … takes control.”

She nearly choked on the sip of milk she had just taken, the cookie halted somewhere between the glass of milk and her lips. “No…” she said quickly, keeping her eyes studiously glued to the floor, feeling little tendrils of fear wrapping its cold hands around her heart. “No, I’ll be okay, thank you Kendrick,” she said, looking up at him and giving him a small smile.

At that very moment, she would have given anything to stop the sun from setting, but it was wishful thinking.

 

[Erlind]

No she wouldn’t. Not really, but she was telling him there was nothing more they could do. Kendrick walked to the stairs slowly, reluctant to leave Claire behind.

“I’m going to slow him down as much as I can, Claire,” he told her stopping at the door. “I know it won’t do much, but I want you to be able to be away from him all that you can. I will see you again in the morning. I promise you that much.” His words were choked with sadness. He’d suffered at the hands of the wolf. Alfred and sometimes strangers had too, but Ken cared about Claire in a way he hadn’t cared about the others. It hurt a lot knowing what the beast might do to her.

Kendrick went upstairs to his room and stripped. He changed into sandals and ratty clothes that should have been thrown out years ago. Then he left the manor and ran. He ran as fast as he could into the woods. The cuts and bruises that covered his body ached, but Kendrick ran on for how long he wasn’t sure.

Suddenly, pain shot through him and he tumbled onto the forest floor. He couldn’t see it through the tree cover, but the sun had set and it was beginning.
The injuries all closing up, the normal pain of the change, and his exhaustion from the running all swirled together into a terrible sensation. It was worse than he’d ever felt before and was certain if it were not for the sheer will of the emerging monster that he would have passed out. With howls that would have made the most hardened hunters shudder the beast arose where there had been a man moments earlier.

“As if I couldn’t follow his own putrid scent back to her,” he chuckled to himself and began his way back to the prison manor.

* * *

In the end Claire only spent forty-five minutes maybe a little more alone before his shadow filled the frame of the door to her prison. The key dangled from a string around his neck, nearly lost in his fur. Sharp teeth came together in a wicked grin as the beast stalked into the room.

“Have you missed me Claire? You talked of how you’d willingly give yourself to him, but the only things I can’t remember of the day are memories of the fool doddering around this old house. You couldn’t stand the thought of him after me could you?”

Her taunt from the night before had never left his mind. There was no way the brat was superior to him, not in any way. He’d dismissed her suggestion at first, but it had festered and grown in his mind.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Suffocating anxiety

The moment Kendrick disappeared through the door, Claire could feel her entire body going into overdrive. She had minutes, an hour or two, before Wolf would be in this room. He was relentless. She was some kind of conquest to him and it was driving her insane. She didn’t know how to approach him either. He managed to make her furious half of the time, and the other half he managed to incite a deep-seated fear in her ... she had to figure out ... what made him tick?

A blood curdling howl echoed through the forest.

Minutes later, Claire’s violet eyes riveted on Wolf as he walked down the stairs, his hulking form all but blocking out the door behind him. Claire was however fixated on the key that hung around his neck. Her eyes narrowed. If she could get the key ... she could lock herself in here and Wolf wouldn’t be able to get to her...

She looked up at him, putting on a mask to disguise her feelings.

“Have you missed me Claire?”

“No,” Claire said truthfully, although she would rather die than tell him that he was her only obsession the entire day ... and not in a good way.

“You talked of how you’d willingly give yourself to him, but the only things I can’t remember of the day are memories of the fool doddering around this old house. You couldn’t stand the thought of him after me could you?”

“Well it is hard to compare, I can’t exactly give myself to Kendrick through a locked gate,” Claire said conversationally, inspecting the chair in front of her intently, avoiding eye contact. She had positioned the chair between them, however futile, as a barrier. “But if you were kind enough to give me the key,” she said almost sweetly, “I’ll give you ample material to mull over the next day,” she added, lifting her eyes to his as blue sparks flared at him.

Claire had no idea how Wolf managed to goad these responses out of her, she even surprised herself. Physically, Claire had no recourse against Wolf, but his jealousy of Kendrick provided a way for her to blackmail him, which was her only defence. She hoped it didn’t push him too far...

 

[Erlind]

“Do you think I’m stupid?!” The wolf screamed at her and slammed himself against the bars. Claire jumped back, almost stumbling. “Do you think because I have the form of an animal that I’m stupid?” This time the question was asked calmer staring through the bars at her. He liked being on this side of the bars and liked even more seeing someone else on the other side.

“I’m just as smart as him Claire if not smarter. If I let you out either you two put me back in chains never to taste the sweetness of a real life again or you leave him, he loses a very strong reason to … look for other solutions. If I didn’t think you cared about him some I’d be worried. We can use each other Claire, or if you’d rather I can simply turn both your lives into a living hell. It all depends on how cooperative you can be.” As much as he tried to control himself the speach had been filled with snarls and growls.

The wolf stalked back and forth along the bars to the cell hungrily eying her. He could take her if he wanted, just like last night. As satisfying as last night had been though, he’d been left wanting more. Maybe, it had been her snide comments that had created the feeling, but even knowing that he couldn’t shake it. There was some grain of truth to it. As much as he wanted to think otherwise she would be willing for the brat and not the wolf. He would change her though. Make her belong to him and only him. She would learn to hate the brat as much as he did.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Wolf was volatile, and it scared her. At the moment there was a steel door between them, but Claire wasn’t sure what to do once that barrier wasn’t there anymore. He was the keeper of her prison and as she listened to his threat, she could feel a cold chill run down her spine.

He wanted her to be cooperative...?

Claire turned around, so he couldn’t see the debilitating fear in her eyes. Whether she was cooperative or not, Wolf would have his way, and it killed her. She clamped her hands together, trying to stop them from shaking. She knew quite well that he was highly intelligent and thus far, all her attempts at trying to dissuade him has flared both her own and Wolf’s anger, which wasn’t constructive.

Claire found herself poised on the edge of a knife’s blade. She cared for Kendrick and didn’t want to see any harm come to him. She also knew that being at Wolf’s mercy was the only reason why Kendrick was still alive. She was his only reason for living, and she had to keep it that way.

The truth will set you free...

She slowly turned around, no masks, no sarcasm ... fear in her eyes. “I am scared of you,” she said haltingly. “I am completely at your mercy and you have not given me a reason to trust you,” Claire stated the facts, taking another step back.

She took a deep breath before she continued. “Kendrick is planning to break me out of this cell tomorrow. He had left everything he needs somewhere close by, which is probably the part of the day he had blocked from you. I need you to stop him,” Claire said truthfully. “If he manages to get me out of this room, he will kill you both,” she said, clenching her eyes shut, realising that she was signing her own death sentence.

Tears were glistening in her eyes, when she made her final confession. “I need you to keep me locked in here...” Claire said with apprehension in her voice, "And if you block your memories of what you do to me ... from Kendrick ... I will ... cooperate," she choked the words out.

 

[Erlind]

The wolf laughed at her. “I can’t block it all out Claire. We know each other too well for that. I can tailor what he knows though. He’ll remember some of tonight, but he’ll only see me forcing myself on you. The brat won’t know a thing about our deal. “ He leaned against the bars of the cage and clicked his claws on the metal. He stared hungrily at her and hoped she’d still stay willing.

“Besides, what you rather he try to forget what I plan to do to you or try to remember? I’ve been conniving, but have I ever really lied to you? Even to get out of here I simply … left things out. I could have let you try to lie to him in the morning like I know you would, but this is what I want. I will keep your secret, Claire.”

The beast wandered over to the door to his cage. He twirled the key between two claws and his eyes flicked to her. “I can’t trust you either. I’d like a little good faith. If you can handle my terms I want you to strip for me and then stand against the wall. I’d let you out, but as reasonable as you’ve been I still don’t trust you not to run.”

It was easy to take someone by force. Making her see that she had no other choice though, he reveled in that. He didn’t want the brat figuring out yet that she was his now, but in time, maybe he could break the boy with it. All of this was coming together too perfectly. He’d play first and then search out those tools. He wanted to see how sincere the frightened girl was about her offer.

 

[DarkEmpress]

“I will keep your secret, Claire.”

Her heart constricted, just thinking what it would do to Kendrick. Resolve flickered in her eyes. She had to find a way to make this work ... somehow. What would it take for Wolf and Kendrick to co-exist in harmony? Could she somehow tame Wolf and find a way for Kendrick to accept his beastly counterpart?

She was however not ready for Wolf’s command that hit her like an ice cold bucket of water. He was expecting her to live up to her words, making it real ... here and now. Gooseflesh erupted across her skin, a chill running down her spine. Could she do this?

Claire’s hands were shaking so badly, she had a hard time getting a grip on her jumper. Slowly, she smoothed her hands up her body, peeling the jumper from her chest and across her head, leaving raven hair to tumble around her shoulders. She dropped the jumper to the floor, violet eyes riveted on Wolf.

She halted a moment, her hands hovering around her waist. Taking a steadying breath, Claire unfastened the button at the top of her denims, sliding the zipper down before she shimmied out of them. Stepping out of the puddle of material, she pushed it aside to join her jumper on the floor. Her whole life she had waited for a man to look at her with smouldering eyes ... commanding her to strip ... but she never – in a million years – would have imagined the eyes of a beast or a cage that held her captive. She always imagined something like this to be sexy ... but instead she was scared out her mind...

Seriously? She heard a horrified little voice in the back of her mind ask.
You want to look sexy?
... now?!

By the time her bra and panties joined the little pile of clothes on the floor, Claire was close to tears, but she would never give him the satisfaction ... ever. She had no other choice though. He had played his cards well and she found herself on unfamiliar ground. She had two options: She could rage against the inevitable or accept it. Either way, she had to sacrifice herself.

Claire stood back against the wall, her eyes turning a shade darker as she levelled them on Wolf, her pupils dilating, her heart hammering in her chest, completely stripped of her defences. She had to fight the urge to keep her arms pinned to her sides ... she wanted to turn around and hide from those eyes, but she had nowhere to run. Wolf had taken her freedom, her choices and now he was taking her free will too ... and something inside of Claire quaked at the realisation.

 

[Erlind]

Nothing could have torn his attention away from Claire in those moments. He had her. Claire would do anything for him now and he knew it. His instincts begged him to abandon restraint, burst inside, and take her as brutally as possible. The wolf did restrain however, knowing this was showing a different kind of dominance. Blood rushed to his thick member as he watched her. There was fear in the girl. A fear he relished and was ecstatic to know he could conjure it up in her at any time. He wanted something more though. He wanted what she had for the brat, supposedly had.

“Very good, Claire,” he praised her. It was part patronizing, but also to let her know she was keeping him happy so far. “You are far too nervous though,” he told her as he lifted the key from his neck.

“I know it’s hard, but you’re thinking about this wrong. You may have no choice in what you do for me, but in a way that can be more liberating than freedom.” The lock clicked open and the beast stepped inside.

“If you don’t have a choice you can’t feel guilt over any of this. I’m forcing you. Don’t answer me, but do you have something inside of you that wants this? Something that hates being a good little girl. Something that craves things the rest of your mind tells you are wrong?” Click. The door was locked behind him and the key placed back around his neck. Claire backed away a little as he advanced on the naked defenseless young woman.

“Claire,” he began as he placed a clawed hand on the wall above her head, “You don’t have to say a thing yet if you don’t want to, but if you can show me that little slut then I will fufill every little dark depraved desire she has.” He had moved closer her as he talked and she had shrank back. Out of fear or what else though he wasn’t sure. The wolf took a single step back leaving little room between him and the wall for Claire.

“Now, time to show your new master that you weren’t a waste of my time to save. Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

 

[DarkEmpress]

He unlocked the door and Claire was trembling as he stepped into the room. Wolf was even bigger, more imposing than she remembered.

“Don’t answer me, but do you have something inside of you that wants this? Something that hates being a good little girl. Something that craves things the rest of your mind tells you are wrong?” she heard him say as he locked the door behind him - sealing her fate - before he turned and started advancing on her.

She wanted to melt into the wall, disappear into thin air ... by the time Wolf reached her she stopped breathing. He placed a clawed paw above her head, absolutely towering over Claire. She felt small and helpless and utterly at her wits end.

His words were mulling around in her head though. Did she want this? Her senses were alert, taking in every detail with crystal-clear clarity. He had a musky scent about him and he was warm, she could feel the heat radiating from him being this close to him. She could not deny that exhilaration was pulsing through her veins, but she was not sure why though. Claire had no guarantee that he would not harm her. He had raped her the night before and she knew that on some level that changed the way she perceived him. He would take what she would not give, which left her with no choice. Wolf was hesitating though. He could have pinned her to the wall and taken her ... but he didn’t ... Why?

You may have no choice in what you do for me, but in a way that can be more liberating than freedom... show me that little slut then I will fulfil every little dark depraved desire she has...

She dropped her gaze, staring at his chest. He absolutely filled her entire line of sight, giving her no place to hide. She imagined being taken by him, her eyes glazed in ecstasy, her limbs entwined around him ... his howls echoing in her mind. That little strangled voice screamed for her to stop ... she wanted to beat her fists against his chest and beg him to stop doing this, he was twisting her thoughts, making her think about things she shouldn’t.

“Now, time to show your new master that you weren’t a waste of my time to save. Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Claire complied, sinking to her knees, gingerly keeping weight off her ankle. She kept reminding herself that Kendrick was somewhere in there ... he wouldn’t harm her. Claire wrapped her lips around Wolf, her eyes fluttering shut. She swirled her tongue around the tip of him before gently teasing the spot, just beneath, that could drive any man insane. Pushing her head forward, she took as much as she could of his turgid cock into her mouth, sliding her lips along him ... her tongue zigzagging along the bottom.

If I do what he says, he won’t harm me... a desperate thought crystallised in her mind.

 

[Erlind]

Claire went to her knees obediently. Her ankle was still injured and would be for a while. The wolf found himself wondering how much more she’d be able to handle when it was healed. The thought was cut short as she first wrapped her lips around him. When her talented tongue found a particular spot to tease, he let out a low whine that transitioned into a low pleasure filled growl. She had been so resistant that he hadn’t been sure how experienced she was, but the girl clearly skilled.

He watched with lust filled eyes as she sank further down onto him taking as much as she could. He would teach her to take more, but for the moment he was still impressed she was trying so hard for him. The beast trailed his claws along her shoulder and down her naked back. Then he wrapped his hand in her hair to keep the girl in place while he spoke.

“Look at me, Claire.” Unable to obey in any other way her eyes flicked up at him with his member still buried in her mouth.

“Such a beautiful sight,” he murmured before continuing. “I can’t believe you hid this from me, Claire. You know how to be just what I want. Make me cum and I promise to make you squeal in wonderful ways.” As he spoke the beast ran a claw along her jaw and then let her go, so she could go back to being his little slut in exchange for the brat’s peace of mind.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Claire could feel his claws trail across her shoulder and down her back, his touch almost gentle. She couldn’t help the gooseflesh that erupted on her skin. His hand moved up her neck before he tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head in place.

"Look at me, Claire."

Violet eyes darted up to him and for a moment Claire found herself simply staring. His dark eyes were lustful, devouring her with his gaze ... and yet there was something else glimmering there ... pride?

"Such a beautiful sight."

She could feel her cheeks warm as she tried to imagine what she must look like from his angle and as he spoke, the blush deepened on her cheeks. He ran a claw along the side of Claire’s face and then he let her go. For a moment she hesitated, finding herself at a cross road. Her body was reacting to him, regardless of her convictions. It frustrated Claire as she tried to reason that she had no choice...

Claire’s eyes fluttered shut as she focused on her task, sliding her lips up and down the length of him, as far as she could. She lifted a hand and smoothed it across his balls, gently massaging him while the other joined her lips in teasing and working his turgid cock.

Her hand was wrapped around the base of his erection, her lips and tongue sliding to the very tip of him, swirling around, before plunging back down the length of him. Her thumb followed her lips up and down his cock, trailing along the bottom. Claire’s touch was gentle, yet firm enough to push him over the edge.

She could feel his balls tighten in her hand as she steadily increased the pace, listening to his breathing ... the sounds he made ... and somewhere in the depths of her, she took pride in the knowledge that she could do this to him ... much to her own horror. He finally exploded in her mouth and Claire could feel Wolf shudder as he filled her mouth with his white, hot cum. She tried to swallow as much as she could as Claire fought her gag reflex, her lips wrapped around him ... milking him.

 

[Erlind]

Pleasure filled groans turned to growls turned to howling of utter ecstasy under her talented lips and tongue. His claws dug into the stonework of the wall behind her as he climaxed. Last night had only left him wanting more, but this was the satisfaction he’d been looking for and the beast knew it would only get better. Claire was eagerly drinking down all of him that she could take. It was clear to him. The wolf could see the lust beginning to burn in her.

A rivlet of his cum had escaped the corner of her mouth. He was surprised it wasn’t more, and absolutely enthralled by the woman who had absolutely abhorred him before now eagerly milking the last of his seed from him. She looked unsure again for the first time since she’d started as her lips left his quivering member. The wolf gently used his claw to collect the cum that had dribbled down her chin and brought it to her mouth.

“Just what I wanted Claire,” he told her, finally managing to speak in his deep raspy voice. “You did so well, I want to show you just how much you can enjoy this.” She looked like she was in a daze or he had somehow hypnotized her. It was wonderful.

“I can see the lust building in your little body. Will you let me satisfy it?”

 

[DarkEmpress]

Wolf lowered a claw and collected a droplet of his cum that had escaped from her lips. He held it before her and Claire swallowed as her eyes followed the movement of his hand.

“Just what I wanted Claire,” she heard him say, as she extended her tongue and licked the milky remnants from his claw. Claire’s stomach was on the verge of expelling its contents in a ‘not too elegant’ fashion. Her eyes glazed over in an attempt not to over-analyse everything that had just happened. She didn’t want to think about it ... the thought alone ...

“I can see the lust building in your little body. Will you let me satisfy it?” He asked in that deep baritone voice of his, that was always laced with growls and snarls. If she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn there was something gentle in that tone, which completely belied the Wolf she had come to know.

Did she have a choice? No

If she defied him, he would not keep her secret, would he? Claire wasn’t even certain whether he was capable of keeping his word, let alone keep a secret. Maybe this was all just a clever ploy to get what he wanted...

Claire clenched her eyes shut, in another attempt to silence her mind. She didn’t want to think ... at all. She was sure there would be ample time for her guilt to eat away at her in the morning.

“Yes,” she whispered in answer, hanging her head in shame.

 

[Erlind]

The beast was careful of her injured leg as he half pushed half carried her back. Leaning her back against the wall and spreading her legs wide the wolf gave Claire a toothy grin. He wanted her to be waiting for him each day. He wanted to pleasure her almost more than he wanted to take his pleasure from her, at least tonight.

On all fours the wolf lowered his head and his long flat tongue snaked out of his mouth and traced slowly along the girl’s sweet slit from bottom to top, lingering on her clit when he reached it. Her taste soon filled his mouth and her scent filled his nostrils as he lapped eagerly at Claire’s pussy.

Dark eyes flitted up to meet her and the beast stopped only briefly, “Are you enjoying Claire?” The words were a bit mocking, but the tone would tell her that he truly hoped she was. Her body was showing all the signs.

One massive clawed hand moved carefully along her thigh, to her hip, and to her smooth torso just below her breasts. He could feel the tension in her each time he moved it. The massive palm was partially placed against her to steady her body and partially out of a need to grasp the little body and make it his. His tongue finally pushed inside of her after so much teasing. Claire would be pushed up right to the edge before he stopped if he could help it.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Wolf effortlessly lifted her from her kneeling position and half pushed her up against the wall, spreading her legs wide. Claire could feel her tummy do an excited flutter, which surprised her. Why was her body reacting to him like this? She had tried her damndest to keep it cold ... clinical, but her body was traitorous.

Claire watched as Wolf lowered himself to the floor on all fours, a position that looked comfortable to him. She could feel every muscle in her body tighten as she braced herself. He lowered his head and as his tongue trailed along the length of her, Claire’s eyes fluttered shut. She rolled her head up against the wall, raven hair trailing along her shoulders and down the wall. As he honed in on her clit, violet eyes opened to blindly stare at the ceiling as she spread her arms slightly, palms down against the wall for support.

He stopped for a moment and Claire glanced down, only to have her gaze held by a pair of dark eyes that seemed to be peering right into her soul.

“Are you enjoying Claire?”

His dark and simmering eyes slowly started to melt her resolve, despite all the rage and all the fear she felt.

“Yes,” she breathed.

It was as if that one word unleashed the full extent of his clandestine intentions as Claire felt a warm hand smooth across her thigh and up her body to come to rest where the butterflies were milling around crazily. It was warm, gentle ... possessive.

As he finally broke the barrier and let his talented tongue slip into her depths, Claire moaned. Her body was trembling, perspiration glistening on her skin as her body worked to fuel the fire that was threatening to engulf her. Claire couldn’t fight him anymore. She surrendered her body to him, to let him drive her to the edge...

 

[Erlind]

The beast savored the taste, but slipped his tongue out of her quivering needy body. Claire was his, utterly his. He pulled her close under him, careful of her injuries, not wanting to draw her out of the bliss she was in for a moment. His thick length slid into her again, this time however he wasn’t forcing her. This time Claire trembled and moaned as he worked deeper into her with every thrust.

“Am I really so bad Claire?” She was in no state to answer him, and in all honesty he barely got the question out either. The wolf grunted and growled as he took his willing victim. And while he became lost in the lust some small part of him wondered something.

Did he need this even more than her?

 

[DarkEmpress]

His tongue left her and Claire’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze glazed, her mind still trapped in euphoria. She felt his claws tighten around her waist as he effortlessly lifted her off her feet and pulled her closer under him. She felt him penetrate her and Claire threw her head back, moaning against him, her hands buried in the fur along his upper arms.

Every thrust edged him deeper into her velvety depths, her body moulding itself to him, expanding to accommodate the sheer size of him. She was staring at Wolf through little slits in her eyes, her mind barely registering the hulking form above her. It was a far cry from her first encounter with Wolf and on some level Claire craved to have him.

She could hear the grunts and growls that were reverberating from his chest, her own cries filling the night sky, as he filled her over and over with powerful thrusts. She was certain there was something about Wolf that sent her into a drugged stupor, but Claire did not care. If this is what it felt like, then she would be his willing sex slave every night for the rest of her life. He awakened an almost animalistic need in her that pushed her higher than she had ever been before.

Every muscle in Claire’s body tightened as she sucked in a final breath and held it, teetering on the edge of total release. One more thrust from Wolf made her quiver against him, her own need driving her over the edge to freefall into the abyss of complete bliss. Claire groaned, an almost feral sound, as her body convulsed around Wolf in a series of earthshattering orgasms, her body glistening with perspiration as her breath raced past her lips.

 

[Erlind]

Massive hands closed over the flesh of her arms. She wasn’t going anywhere now, she didn’t even want out, but just the same he pinned Claire in place. He was bracing her, not trapping her.

Feral lust filled the beast as he took out years of sexual frustration out on Claire’s perfect little body. Instinct took over and the instincts of the creature were base and selfish. He felt like he might leave her seriously hurt with the grip he had on his new slave and the force he slammed into with, but he was past caring. He’d use her however he needed to satisfy himself.

Growls, groans, and howls filled the air to accompany her. His heart pounded as he felt her body clench around him and tremble beneath her. He could feel it as every part of Claire drowned in swirls of sexual release. It was more than physical. He’d taken her beyond anything she’d ever known and now she belonged to him in ways that chains and coercion could never match. He pounded furiously into what now belonged to him. Closer. Closer. Desperate words mixed in with the snarls and roars.

“Claire! Will never …” … let her go. Jets of his hot seed flooded into her depths. He had her filled completely and utterly, and she was his. As the beast slowly slid out of her spent body his cum immediately began to leak out of her stretched slit. Gently, he scooped her up into his arms and cradled her against his chest. Her breath was still labored and her eyes stayed open, but not by much. Bruises were already forming where he’d pinned her body to the cold ground, she was sweaty, and her hair was tangled.

“Such a beautiful sight,” he muttered softly as he carried her out of the cell and upstairs. The house was no longer his prison, but he still knew it perfectly. He made his way to the master bath and laid her in the tub, arms propped over the side. Every kind of bath soap and oil lined the shelf just next to the bath, even though the brat hardly used any of them. Wasted opulence, he really was a fool. Warm water began slowly rising around her.

“You had better get cleaned up.” He would keep the secret for her. If he didn’t his world could become much more complicated. Beyond that though he’d told her he would, and for some reason that meant something to him. She was his now and he could do whatever he wanted with her, but for some reason he wanted to see Claire happy. It mattered.