The Hunted (closed)

[saedo]

Corwin sniffed the air again. His lip curled up in distaste. The Humans and their cities always smelled dirty. He longed for the scent of the forests he called home.

But a deeper need called him - the need to mate. As much as he disdained the puny Humans, the Worgen could not entirely survive without them. As strong as they were, they still needed Human females to breed.

The tribes did not care to openly speak of it. To acknowledge imperfection was to acknowledge weakness. But the truth was that for all their physical prowess, the Worgen reproduction rate was abysmally low. Without Human females, the Worgen were but a handful of generations from irrelevance.

Nor would just any female would suffice. Only a small percentage could reliably counted on to successfully breed. The Wolven called these Omegas - a counterpart to the Alpha males that were allowed to breed.

That was the only reason Corwin had ventured this far into the Human city. Individually they were no match for his strength and speed, but Humans often gathered in the hundreds or thousands in their cities. Alone on their turf, he could be at great risk if his presence was discovered.

But somewhere in here was a young Omega. He'd caught the faint whiff of her two days ago. Her scent suggested a firm, luscious breeder - a prize worth the risk of the city. He'd been slowly tracking the scent back to the source ever since.

She wasn't far now. The scent trail was fresh; she'd passed this way little more than an hour ago. He grinned savagely. He'd soon have his target in sight.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Selene was going about her normal day, running a few errands before walking to class, only a few blocks away from her apartment. She generally loved the walk, especially this time of year when everything seemed to be blooming. The sky seemed bluer than before and the air smelt like rain.

She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear as she took a seat at her first lecture for the day, making notes as she went. Her handwriting became increasingly messy the faster the lecturer spoke, but hey, it kept her awake and made her pay attention. Five hours later she emerged from her third lecture, feeling more than a little frazzled and needing some coffee, desperately.

Selene had always been a very intense person. She knew what she wanted and how she wanted it, which proved to be more than a tad daunting to most suitors. It made her feel as if there was something wrong with her. No man was ever good enough. She always found faults or they landed up getting burnt by the inevitable flame that was Selene. She fought fiercely, she loved fiercely and did nothing in half measures.

The last few days Selene has had a nagging sense of foreboding though, which kept creeping up on her. It felt as if someone was following her, which often made her stop and look over her shoulder, half expecting to find some monster jumping out at her from the shadows. It reminded her of the times she did that as a child in a dark corridor. Selene kept telling herself that it’s simply her imagination running away with her, that there’s nothing to fear, and yet…

She was nursing the latte she had just bought at Starbucks as she contemplated the eerie feeling. Her thoughts turned to her studies as sky-blue eyes stared down at the walkway. Every turn took her further away from the hustle and bustle of the busy streets as she reached the tranquil neighbourhood she lived in, a rare gem in the concrete jungle.

The park she walked through was lush and green and she took her time, enjoying the slight breeze that was toying with her raven hair. Selene had a fair complexion, was average in height, but that was just about the only thing that was average about her. She had a unique dress sense and actively avoided conformity. Add onto that a wicked sense of humour and you had quite an individual to deal with.

The park was quiet today, not a single person in sight, which was a rare gem. Selene soaked it up and just about then that nagging feeling started gnawing at the edges of her mind again…

 

[saedo]

Corwin crouched in the tree, watching the Omega. Like most prey, she never looked up. Even if she had, he'd be hard to spot amidst the leaves and branches. One did not become an Alpha male without learning patience and caution.

He licked his lips and swallowed repeatedly. The mere whiff of her sent his salivary glands into overdrive. His lust throbbed along his thigh. Oh, how he wanted her.

Today was the second day since he'd found her. He'd transformed into his human guise half a week prior as he entered the city. Even his wolf form was likely to be noticed on the streets and he did not wish to delay his search by only hunting at night. He'd stolen some clothes and slipped into the unfamiliar human form.

Tracking her had still taken time, even hunting during the day. Feigning to be human took effort. But steadily her scent trail strengthened as he tracked it through the outskirts to the area she called home.

He'd very nearly lost control when he first spotted her. The luscious body he'd smelled was a marvelous collection of curves. Her prominent bosom narrowed to a slender waist before flaring to delicious hips. His desire for her was immediate and intense. The massive surge of blood to his groin nearly split his pants. He felt his ears lengthen and canines grow as the Change began unbidden. His urge to rush her and take her then and there was immensely powerful.

Fortunately he'd contained his reaction. Even with the lessened human population in the days since the Calamity, the streets were not deserted. A report of a worgen within the city would no doubt prompt a swift response by the local militia. Corwin could not risk that - not so deep inside their territory.

He'd been stalking her ever since. He had a good sense of her patterns thusfar - where she went during the day, where she ate, where she slept. He liked the latter. The building was mostly empty - the virus that had claimed nearly a quarter of humanity had made real estate cheap - and had thick walls. If he took her inside, the noise would likely go unnoticed.

He'd need to act soon. He could scent the impending onset of her cycle. She would be fertile in another day - two at the outset. He'd need to take her during that window.

Till then, he'd lurk out of sight. Patience and caution.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Selene increased her pace, as she headed home, trying to shake the creepy feeling. Her apartment block was considerably quieter than it was before … before the Calamity. It was a dreadful time, where people were dropping like flies. It took the CDC a few months before they found an antidote to the disease, but the damage was done.

A yellow barrier tape covered the door to the apartment next to Selene’s. Her best friend Angela had lived there, one of the first people that succumbed to the disease. There were many doors like it in the block of apartments. Homes that were vibrant with life, now stood empty and forlorn.

The effect on society was quite profound. People are a great deal less forthcoming than they were before, avoiding contact as far as possible and keeping to themselves. Thankfully they did not have to wear the masks anymore. It offered a thin veil of protection, but when you were terrified it was the only thing that helped. Selene had fled the city as many others did, to get away from the crowded population, to stand a better chance at survival.

As she pushed her front door open, she stood for a moment staring at the contents. Selene used to feel safe within these walls, but that had changed. Her views on life have shifted quite dramatically. The blooming park she had walked through is a stark reminder of how beautiful life is … how fragile it is too.

Selene pushed the door closed behind her and bolted it shut, leaning her forehead against it in a moment of silent thought for Angela and so many others that lost the battle during the Calamity. Fate had a strange way of forcing you down onto your knees when you least expect it, but Selene was a fighter who did not subjugate herself to adversary that easily.

 

[saedo]

Corwin watched the door. He didn't need a clock to know it'd been hours. The time didn't frustrate him. Hunting required patience.

The fur at the back of his neck hunched up. Being inside limited his movement and put him a half step closer to being trapped. His feral instincts preferred the freedom of the outside.

Still, he knew his risk was comparatively low. He'd sniffed out the entire building and discovered it was perhaps half occupied. He'd also found the humans vastly preferred using the elevators. Their aversion to the stairs let him hide near the landing undisturbed; having an escape route at his back calmed his instincts somewhat.

The male three doors down had risen at dawn and trundled off. The belt at his waist was thick leather and weighted with various metal tools. An hour later, the female with the two younglings opened her door and departed. Based on his observation, the only one human left on this floor was his target. That made this the best time of day to take her.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorknob turned. His muscles bunched in preparation. The door parted. If she behaved as before, she'd have her hands full with a bag, a ring of keys, and a container of hot, bitter liquid. She would shuffle these from hand to hand until she closed the door and locked it.

Now. The shift between forms was never pleasant, but he resisted the urge to give voice to the pain. He ignored the ache as muscles stretched and bones thickened. The prey was all that mattered.

He set out down the hall still on all fours. Though not as fast as in his wolf form, he could still outrun any human in his true form. He swept down the hall at rapidly increasing pace.

Perhaps she heard the muted thud of his bulk on the hallway carpet or caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned in the doorway and faced him. Shock and fear filled her eyes before flooding into the rest of her face.

Had she immediately turned to flee into her apartment, she might have succeeded. But she backpedaled into the door frame and froze. As her mouth opened in what was sure to be a scream, Corwin reached her.

His swift momentum readily bowled her over. He clamped his massive hand across her face to smother her voice and launched her back into the apartment. Corwin's weight bore her to the floor, pinning her beneath his muscular bulk. A kick of his leg set the door slamming shut.

He leaned over her, bringing his thick muzzle with its large, white, sharp teeth directly in her eyeline. "Scream and I will kill you." His voice was guttural and harsh in this form, but still comprehensible. He slid his hand down to her neck, pressing her gently towards the floor. "Do as I say and you will live. Tell me you understand."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Selene’s dreams were plagued by nameless and faceless monsters that were chasing her down corridors. She woke on several occasions gasping for air, flicking on the side lamp to put her frazzled mind at ease that there was nothing hiding in the corners of her room. The sense of foreboding that has been gnawing at her seemed to be intensifying.

By the time the sun kissed her pillows good morning, Selene was weary eyed and in desperate need of a long, warm shower. She let the liquid warmth seep into her soul before she hastily dressed herself and gathered the few things she would need for the day. Opening the door, Selene stood for a moment, fumbling to find the right key to lock.

What an odd sound, the thought occurred to her. It sounded like a horse, but she was in an apartment block … which made that thought impossible. Selene’s eyes flitted up and froze in perplexed disbelief. The thing that was bounding down the hallway was not what she was expecting … ever.

For a moment Selene thought she was still having the horrible recurring nightmare, but this was very real, and it far outweighed the deepest fears her mind could ever conjure. Horror registered on her features as she realised the bounding monster was coming straight at her. Selene turned to face it, the few things she had in her hands dropping to the floor – forgotten – as she braced herself against the inevitable impact.

The scream that was hovering on her lips was muzzled as she tumbled to the floor, a massive paw silencing her just before the entire bulk of the monster covered in fur, pinned her to the floor. Selene’s eyes were impossibly wide as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Her mind was not quite registering, what her eyes were seeing.

What the hell is it? She could hear her mind screaming. So many questions were tumbling through her mind, while the rest of her remained numb … in a state of shock. Dark menacing eyes were staring down at her, her entire view was filled with its hulking form. Teeth that glinted in the morning light were bared and then it spoke: "Scream and I will kill you."

An awful, animalistic sound that grated her senses. She was still trying to comprehend what the fuck it was, the fact that it spoke threw her completely.

"Do as I say and you will live. Tell me you understand,” the thinly veiled threat came from him as his paw slid down to Selene’s throat, applying just enough pressure to make her frantic breaths rasp past Selene’s lips. What could it possibly want with her? Other than perhaps eating her for breakfast? The thought seemed comical for a split second, before the horror of it sank in.

She didn’t really have a choice, did she?
Did she even want to know what he wanted with her? Probably not.
Could she get away from him? Selene doubted that sincerely.
Was there anyone that could help her? No

She remained absolutely silent as she nodded her understanding to him, not trusting her voice.

 

[saedo]

Corwin took her nod as true and eased his grip on her throat. The building had a solid structure, so the chances of her screams being heard outside the apartment were slim to begin with. Still, better if she just stayed quiet.

The female wore denim jeans today. Not for long, though. Corwin dug his claws into the fabric at mid-thigh. The cotton was tough, but it grudgingly yielded to the sharp edges. He shredded her left pants leg down to the ankle.

The resulting long strips were just what he wanted. Corwin flipped her over, eliciting an undignified squeak of protest from her. He bound her wrists together behind her back with the denim and repeated the process with her ankles. He had to shred a portion of the right jeans leg to get enough fabric to tie her thighs together just above the knees.

Satisfied, he heated her across his shoulder and carried her towards the back of the apartment. It took a few attempts to locate the door to her bedroom. He dropped her on top of the bed, prompting another squeak at his rough handling.

Corwin relaxed slightly for the first time in many days. He'd found the Omega and secluded her away from prying eyes. For the moment, he was safe.

He looked down at his prize. Her eyes stared up at him with fear and shock. No doubt she'd heard of his kind, but pictures were hard to come by. Their True Form took energy to maintain, so upon death, a worgen reverted back to a more basic form - wolf or human, depending on which the individual had the greater affinity. Consequently, she'd at most only seen artistic renditions of a worgen - none of which likely did the reality justice.

She looked and smelled delicious. Her breathing was heightened, so her magnificent chest heaved enticingly. Her eyes were wide and brilliant blue. Her lovely cheeks were flushed and she kept nervously licking her full lips. His libido thrummed with energetic desire. A few more slashes of his claws and he could take her.

But he was also tired. He'd been stalking her for days with almost no rest. Coupling with her would be exhausting enough already. Plus, the morning sun leaked in from the edges of her curtains; Corwin was just superstitious enough to prefer moonlight. Better he should wait.

He rummaged in the drawers of her furniture and found more of her clothing. Some deft work with his claws reduced this to shredded straps as well. He carried this to the bed and hovered over her.

"Open," he directed. The human words felt strange on his tongue; he wasn't used to speaking in this form. He gripped her chin and repeated the command. "Open."

She complied, though she squirmed a bit when he forced the rolled strip of cloth between her teeth. "Stay still. Or I tape it shut." He fit the gag in and tied it firmly behind her head. It wouldn't completely prevent her from making noise, but the muffled grunts she'd be reduced to wouldn't carry very far.

"Now stay still. And quiet." He found himself looking for short syllables - easier to manage in this form. He took the last strip of cloth and bound it around her eyes. She'd be easier to control if she couldn't see.

Satisfied, he stepped away. He dropped to a crouch, the most comfortable position for initiating the Change. He let the rearrangement of bone and muscle overtake him gradually; it hurt less that way. His lupine features became more prominent as his humanoid aspects disappeared, till only the wolf remained.

Corwin extended his front paws and bent low, stretching out his back. He wagged his tail with approval. He always found this form comfortable.

He circled in front of the bedroom door and curled up in front of it. There was no other exit to the room save the window; unless she could fly she'd not be leaving this room without opening the door behind him. Satisfied, he let himself drift off to sleep for the first time in days.

 

[DarkEmpress]

The room had gone quiet. Selene was listening intently and the only thing she could hear was heavy and levelled breathing. Was that thing asleep?

For the first time, since all of this had happened, Selene’s debilitating fear was replaced by rage. Clearly that thing was not here to kill her, otherwise he would have. So he bowls her over, struts her up like a stuffed pig and unceremoniously drops her on the bed so that he can take a nap?

Think Selene! Her mind was screaming. She had to get out of these restraints and the hell away from it. Furiously rubbing her head against the headboard, Selene tried to take the blindfold off. It eventually budged a good half an hour later, when her eyes found the hulking form curled up in front of her door.

Great!! That’s just fantastic! The little voice in her head said sarcastically. If I wanted a damn dog, I would have adopted one!!

She then went to work trying to get the gag out of her mouth. It left her mouth dry and made it hard to swallow. She eventually got the gag down and over her chin, to hang limply around her neck before she spat the rags out. Her heart was pounding in her ears and the ability to take a deep breath really helped to calm her nerves.

The restraints around her wrists and legs were a different story entirely. He clearly knew what he was doing. Selene’s eyes scanned the room for something that could help. The only thing she found was the bedside table that had a sharpish corner on it. The fact that he had tied her up with strips of denim didn’t help at all, as it wasn’t a flimsy material in the least.

Shuffling over to the side, Selene kept her eyes trained on the monster sleeping on the floor, as she set about grating through the material at her wrists. It took forever. She could feel her skin wearing away. It must have been a good two hours later, before Selene managed to wrestle her hands free. Gingerly running her fingers across her bleeding wrists, Selene went about untying her legs and ankles.

She was free … and yet not. Outside her bedroom window was a sheer drop of five stories, and the fire escape was outside her spare bedroom, not this one. She couldn’t escape through the ceiling either, as it was a concrete slab.

Frustrated, Selene’s eyes scanned the room. All she could think of that remotely resembled a weapon was a letter opener she kept in her dressing table drawer. Selene gingerly pushed herself off the bed for the first time, walking impossibly slow and as quietly as she possibly could. She slid the drawer open and took the letter opener, before she backed away to the on suite bathroom door, keeping her eyes glued to the monster.

Every time it moved or made a sound, Selene froze, not even breathing … waiting … before she made her next move. She backed up into the bathroom and quietly closed and locked the door, knowing that it would only buy her seconds. Her next move was to climb on the side of the bath and poke her head out the window. There was nothing there either that she could use, other than a very small ledge that maybe one foot could fit on.

Selene stuffed the letter opener into the back pocket of her shredded denim. God, she hated that thing right now. This used to be her favourite pair of jeans. She hoisted herself up and very carefully climbed out the window, hanging onto the window frame for a second before she found her footing.

Bloody hell, it was high.

Selene looked up and down the side of the building, trying to think where to go from here. Maybe she could just stay here and wait for him to go? But judging from its strength, he could find her and lift her up and back in through the window, effortlessly, which wasn’t an option. Biting down on her bottom lip, Selene found a balcony that was directly below her. The thought of having to climb down scared her, she was not the best at heights.

Shaking, Selene slowly lowered herself until her hands touched the ledge. She then awkwardly tried to move her feet down. Things were going well, until her left foot slipped and she lost her footing. A strangled scream escaped her lips as she fell, her hands flailing through the air. She half landed on her hip on the balcony and slid back over the side, before she grabbed the railing and held on for dear life.

 

[saedo]

A woman's scream awakened Corwin. He leapt to his paws, his pointed ears twitching as he pinpointed the direction. A snarl left his lips as his eyes and nose confirmed the reality: the Omega was gone.

Anger flared in his chest. Curse that damn human! And another one for his stupidity. He could readily have tied her up beyond escape, but a misguided sense of mercy had sought to spare her such discomfort.

He'd also foolishly underestimated how exhausted he was. The noise of her departure should have awakened him, but he'd been so tired that he'd slept right through it. Damn!

He rushed into the bathroom. The open window was clearly her point of egress. His bones and muscles ripped and reformed as he compelled the Change at a pace that was really unpleasant.

A glance out the window spotted her. The Omega had tried to climb down to a balcony on a lower floor. Judging from the intense fear in her big, blue eyes, her plan had gone awry. She now clutched the metal railing in both hands and was frantically trying to climb back up to the balcony. She did not appear to be succeeding.

Corwin glanced out to the street below. No one was in sight. Judging by the sun's position, the humans were most likely still at work in other areas of the city. Still, he adjudged it risky to clamber out in True Form in daytime with so little concealment. One passerby looking up and he'd have an entire militia hunting him within the hour. Corwin shifted into human form, again cursing the female for this additional pain.

He launched himself out the window and dangled from the lip. The building wasn't smooth, but had various little ledges and decorative stonework that he could find purchase with. Even in this lesser form, Corwin was still corded with muscle. Dangling by his fingertips wasn't pleasant, but it slowed not his progress. He alighted on the metal railing below and stepped nimbly onto the balcony.

The female now clutched the bottom of the railing for dear life. With no purchase for her feet, she was having to rely entirely on her arms and hands. Her muscle tone suggested she exercised regularly. Unfortunately, the vertical metal bars of the railing were smooth and she'd been unable to grip them tightly enough to reach the top of the railing. Unable to haul herself over the railing, she clung to the outside with all she had.

Despite her predicament, she still had presence of mind to look briefly shocked at his nudity. Corwin had stashed his clothes earlier and had deemed it prudent not to dress before attempting to rescue the Omega. Her eyes flicked from his face to the meaty shaft dangling betwixt his thighs and back for a few moments, momentarily distracted from her predicament. Corwin rolled his eyes. Humans.

Bracing his feet along the railing, he reached down and grabbed her arms just beneath the shoulder. Grunting loudly, Corwin hoisted her upwards till she was nearly eye level. As the weight on her arms diminished, she transferred her death-grip from the metal railing to his forearms, relief flooding her face.

This would prove short-lived. Rather than bring her in close to the balcony, Corwin kept his arms extended, his biceps bulging from the strain. She was able to plant her toes on the edge of the balcony, but he kept her body leaning outward into open space. Her magnificent chest heaved with panicky breaths as she realized that Corwin quite literally held her life in his hands.

"That was fucking stupid!" Corwin's voice lacked a bit of the rumbling bass from before, but articulating human words was far easier in this form. "Do you want to die?! Say so and I will drop you right here!"

 

[DarkEmpress]

Selene’s mind was racing. Death came to everyone, but this was not quite the ending she had envisioned. Her hands were slipping from the smooth stainless steel railing. For a moment her heart stopped beating as she lost her grip and slid down the railing, before her hands gripped around the bottom vertical bar of the railing.

She really didn’t want to die.

The next moment a man came hurtling out her window from above. “Please help!” Selene cried out, before it dawned on her who exactly it was. He made it look easy, as he landed on the balcony before her - as naked as the day he was born - with all his masculine attributes free to look at, or in this case, gawk at. Selene couldn’t help herself.

If she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn he just rolled his eyes at her.

The frown on her brow was replaced by abject fear as Selene slipped once more. Two powerful hands wrapped around her shoulders. She heard him grunt and the next moment he hoisted her up in the air. Selene grabbed his arms the moment she could, and held on for dear life. Her halted breaths were racing past her lips as her body screamed for oxygen.

Selene was staring down at the railing, just stepping onto it, when she looked up. The relief that was glimmering in her eyes died when she saw the expression on his face. He was livid. He kept her dangling on the edge between life and death, and Selene could not quite choose which was the lesser evil. She’d rather fall to her death than face the wrath she could see in his eyes.

"That was fucking stupid!" he snarled at her, menacingly.
She gasped for a breath and said the first words that tumbled into her mind, “I know, but you left me no choice.”
"Do you want to die?! Say so and I will drop you right here!"

Selene did not doubt that he would. She hesitated, her eyes flicking to the sidewalk below. She had done this exactly for that reason – survival – to escape her captor. She levelled her eyes on him, fear etched in them.

“I suppose it depends on you,” she said earnestly. “If you are going to kill me, then spare me the charade … and let go.” Her voice sounded braver than she felt, and she sincerely hoped that he would not let go. It seemed insane but she was safer in his hands than on this ledge.

 

[saedo]

Corwin rolled his eyes - one of the few human gestures he considered to have much merit. "You know what I am," he snarled. "If I intended to kill you, you'd be dead already." Stupid humans.

Much as he'd have liked to punish her further with the fear of falling, holding the female in this position was gradually taxing his strength. Having put considerable effort into finding this Omega, he would be foolish to risk letting her literally slip from his grasp. "Fucking stupid," he more spat than spoke, ending with a ferocious grunt as he heaved her bodily over the rail.

Corwin resisted the urge to slam her down on the concrete floor of the balcony. It'd be just his luck that he'd seriously injure her. She'd be a lot less useful to him with broken bones.

Instead, he held her upright and bore her into the brick side wall. His hands continued to grip her upper arms, pinning her upper torso and limiting her own arms' movement. He leaned in hard with the rest of his body, using his superior weight to hold her firm against the wall.

Corwin brought his face a few inches from her nose "Don't. Do. That." He could feel the muscles of his jaw clenching with anger. "Do not test me. Do as I say if you want to live." Only when she whimpered did he realize how tightly he was gripping her upper arms. He relaxed his grip and pushed back slightly, giving her a bit more space. The emotional tension eased slightly.

He found her eyes widening again when she looked down. He followed her gaze and realized what she was staring at. With risk of falling to her death now removed, the female could now be troubled that Corwin was still very nude and still quite visibly male.

"Bah," grumbled Corwin. "Hold still." He released his grip on her arms and shifted it to the neckline of her blouse. He grit his teeth and pulled. The muscles in his shoulders and arms writhed for a moment, then the fabric gave way. Threads ripped apart and buttons sprang off in all directions as he tore her blouse in two.

The female squealed as her blouse disintegrated. Corwin got a brief glimpse of a black bra and a wealth of cleavage before she spun away from him. This served him equally well. He tore a long strip from the blouse and used that to bind her wrists together behind her back. She struggled a bit, but he cuffed her roughly upside the head to dissuade her.

He added a second strip linking her elbows as well. This forced her arms higher and pulled her shoulders back in a manner that was undoubtedly uncomfortable. "Quiet. You shouldn't have tried to run," he responded to her wordless protests.

Satisfied she'd not be readily lifting anything or moving at any pace faster than a walk, he turned to consider their exit. Climbing back up to her bathroom was out of the question; he'd need to Change to bear her weight. He was no more a fan of trying to climb down either.

He turned to the sliding glass door on the balcony. The windows were dusty - no one had cleaned these in ages. He wished there was a chair or table to smash them with; breaking them with his fist would no doubt slice his fist to shreds. But the balcony was bare save for the two of them. There was no other option.

Unless..... Corwin reached for the door handle and tugged. The door squeaked as it slid aside. Of course; why lock a door to a balcony this high off the ground?

The interior of the apartment was bare save for the fixtures. It had no smell of people, suggesting it had been empty for years. Probably one of the dozens in the building whose front door was still draped with faded yellow tape warning that a disease victim had lived here. As a practical matter, anyone who was deathly allergic to the virus were already dead, but humans were notoriously superstitious about such things.

Corwin yanked the female forward, leading her into the apartment. He brought her to the bedroom matching her own. This time, however, he opened another door inside, revealing a walk-in closet. Save for some fixed shelves mounted above his head, the closet was held nothing but beige walls and gray carpet mwalls several. Even the single light bulb socket overhead was vacant. Most importantly, there was no window or vent; the only access was the door. Perfect.

Corwin slung her inside, forcing her to stumble against the back wall. He followed her inside and closed it behind him. The closet became pitch black. "Now we wait for nightfall," he declared, settling down against the door. "I suggest you rest. And before you get any ideas, remember: I see just fine in the dark."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Selene felt like she had just been hurtled back in time a few thousand years, cozy and snug in their little cave with her own, personal, caveman. She wasn’t sure which was worse, the caveman or the wolf. In both forms he had an unfortunate personality that made her want to gouge his eyes out. Selene truly hated him right now.

She tried one last time to wrestle free of her restraints, but this time he had left no room for error. Her shoulders were starting to ache from the strain and her wrists were throbbing, the strips of material gnawing at her already raw flesh.

It was so dark. The only light she could see was a thin slither of sunshine that glowed under the door, which left a dim silhouette of his hulking form, curled up once more before her only escape route. A menacing and constant reminder of the predicament she found herself in.

For the first time, Selene truly felt helpless, and it was suffocating her. Fear wrapped its cold tendrils around her heart as she replayed every word he had said, trying to figure out what he wanted. He didn’t want her dead, that he had proven twice already; and from the very vague references he made of her needing rest, Selene could only deduct that he meant to violate her, which scared her. Even if someone noticed Selene’s absence, they would never think to look for her here. She had unwittingly worsened her own situation, which irritated her even more.

Why me? The voice in her head asked incessantly.

The letter opener was still in her back pocket. She tried to use it to undo her bounds, but they were simply too tight this time around. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as Selene hid the letter opener, perhaps to use another time.

She finally slid down the wall and sat facing the corner, trying to alleviate the strain on her arms. Silent tears meandered down her cheeks while her mind raced to find a solution that simply would not present itself. She bitterly regretted the fact that he had pulled her over the railing; if she was lying dead on the pavement she wouldn’t be in this hell right now. Selene was hungry and tired and the constant fear was taking its toll. She had no concept of time and she had no idea how long she had been sitting in the blackness, before her body finally succumbed to sleep.

The last clarifying thought she had, was to run, the moment she had a chance – and if she couldn’t run … to pay the balcony another visit.

 

[saedo]

Corwin remained awake this time. His earlier nap had erased much of his sleep debt. He also did not want to give the female even a sliver of hope that she might sneak past him.

The door to the closet permitted a slim bit of sunlight from beneath the bottom edge. Probably enough for the human to make out the vague outlines of objects in the darkness. Corwin, however, could see considerably better - well enough to read her expression. When he chuckled without warning after nearly an hour of silence, the surprise on her face was writ plain.

Still, Corwin had to acknowledge that this Omega was had an impressive will. In his experience, humans were only brave when they significantly outnumbered and outgunned a worgen. This one was clearly scared of him, but she wasn't letting fear control her. She didn't cower in a corner and whimper. She didn't plead with him to let her go. She just sat there, breathing deeply as silent tears dripped down her lovely cheeks. Eventually she even fell asleep.

Time passed slowly. Corwin had no watch, but he had a general sense of when the sun had set. He waited a while longer before he adjudged the moment ready. He rose to his feet and opened the door.

The empty bedroom was now dimly lit with moonlight. It wasn't quite 3/4 full, but with his senses it might as well have been. Yes, this would do.

He turned and grabbed the female. She awoke with a start, clearly disoriented. He hauled her upright and shoved her ahead of him into the bedroom. Absent the grip on the back of her neck, she probably would have tumbled to the ground. He pushed her against one of the beige walls and leaned his shoulder into hers.

His hands reached for her waistline and found the button securing what remained of her denim jeans. The female recovered sufficiently to recognize his intentions and began to struggle. Unfortunately, with her arms bound behind her and his superior weight pinning her torso to the wall, she could do little to stop him. The button parted and the zipper followed. A couple of hard tugs slipped the snug denim over her rounded buttocks and down her thighs.

Corwin stood back and let her lunge away from him. Without her arms to balance and the jeans at her knees, she managed only two steps before losing her balance and crashing to the floor. Corwin grinned and pounced atop her.

He flipped her face up. His left hand grabbed her by the neck while he wrestled her jeans past her ankles. Undaunted, she lashed out as best she could with her legs, but to no avail. Corwin threw the ripped denim into a corner and then used his free hand to force her thighs apart.

If she held any lingering doubts as to his intentions, her unobstructed view of his groin soon dispelled them. Corwin's cock - already somewhat engorged - from their brief struggle - began to surge towards stiffness. The shaft thickened and swelled with each thump of his heart. The tip glistened with oozing drops of precum, gradually tilting ever more towards vertical as his cock grew and grew.

"Almost there," he murmured more to himself than her. He'd been waiting a long time for this. So, so long.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Selene was abruptly plucked from a deep and dreamless sleep. When her eyes fluttered open she was on her feet, being propelled forward into an empty room. It took her a second or two to register just who was ‘propelling’ her, when he unceremoniously rammed her into the wall and pinned her there with his shoulder, for good measure.

She could feel his free hand reach around and when he went for the button on what remained of her shredded jeans, Selene hissed and writhed against him, trying to break free. He had everything undone within seconds and yanked it down her legs before abruptly letting go of her.

Selene leapt back, but her balance was severely impeded with the lack of movement around her legs and her restrained arms. She came crashing to the floor, a moan escaping her lips, very thankful - for the second time that day - that the apartment was carpeted. That thought barely registered before the dog launched himself at her with, what can only be described, as a sickening expression of self-righteousness.

“Get off me!” Selene screamed at him, before his hand tightened around her neck, pinning her to the floor, while he removed the denim from her legs. Selene writhed beneath him, kicking as hard as she could to try and dissuade him before he unceremoniously pried her legs apart, eliciting an indignant shriek from Selene.

Her breath was racing past her lips and her heart was beating impossibly loud in her ears as she watched his erection harden. He was systematically tearing something sacred from the depths of Selene’s soul, while getting some perverse joy out of doing so. “Don’t..” she gasped, trying as hard as she could to wriggle out from under him, “…do this,” she implored.

"Almost there," Selene heard him murmur, as if he was paying homage to his member, urging it on.

“Please, stop,” Selene gasped, as tears glistened in her eyes.

 

[saedo]

Corwin ignored her pleas to stop. The desire he'd been banking for weeks roared in his soul. After so long a delay, it must be served.

He positioned his turgid staff before her bare lips. Her struggles intensified, but his hand at her throat clamped down until she began to wheeze. Muted cries for mercy bubbled up from her lips, but her futile attempts to resist waned.

The swollen head slipped inside, prompting a wordless cry from the female. While likely it expressed the agony at this unwelcome intrusion, it might as well be music to his ears. The feel of her warm confines was as tantalizing as he'd hoped.

He leaned into her, taking his time. Her pussy was tight, though whether that bespoke active attempts to resist him or just her natural state was beyond his ken. Corwin applied just enough pressure to inch ever deeper into her.

Having spent so long stalking her, he had no intention of finishing his victory quickly. Corwin made his second stroke nearly as slow as the first. Gods, it had been far too long since he'd felt the touch of a female. He grinned down at her with hunger in his eyes, teasing himself with every languid thrust.

Still, even an Alpha was not made of stone. The delightful torture of his libido soon has his groin tingling at the edge of release. Time to finish what he started.

Corwin withdrew fully from her. His cock bobbed in midair, angrily throbbing at early removal. The female gaped up at him, her beautiful face a twisted mask of emotions. He offered her no explanation as he flipped her facedown.

With her arms still tied behind her, she could do little to avoid smacking her face into the floor. She spat a a fresh series of curses at him. Even now, her will was only bent, not broken.

Corwin doubted she appreciated the kindness he'd offered. He needed to complete this next part in True Form. Experience taught him that some humans found observation of the Change deeply unsettling - even horrifying. He held her down as his muscles and bones writhed and stretched beneath his skin; better that she not see what was coming next.