The Wolf Pack

[chewbacca71]

Ian

Ian looked over at Timorne. "Excellent, I am glad to see that it is very easy to change back. I was concerned that it would be more difficult to go through the change. Should I change back, do we need to be as werewolves for this mission? "

 

[Mistress]

Hadley sank down deeper in the large tub, letting the steaming water encase her tired body. After jogging most of the morning she was in need of a shower but a relaxing bath won over her thoughts once she got back to her room. Groaning she ran the wash rag over her face leaving it there, feeling the hot water steam through her pores….

She had turned on her record player and classical music flooded through her open bathroom door. She glanced towards the door and smiled at the thought that she was locked up in her bedroom and relaxing in her large bath. “Mmm….Gods I love this Bathtub! Mental note, thank Timorne for installing this bathtub.”

She closed her eyes letting her mind drift, at first her mind was clear, then all of a sudden her emotions over whelmed her and she gasped suddenly sitting up, opening her eyes quickly. Her chest heaved as a pain ripped through her body, crying out she clenched up, her hands gripping the edges of the tub. Her nails dug into the porcelain, causing chips within the paint. After a few moments of constant pain everything went back to normal, she tried to catch her breath, tears flowing down her dark cheeks.

“Oh shit…..so it starts.” She said aloud to herself and slowly climbed out of the tub. She made her way into her bedroom and pulled a suitcase out from under her bed. Hadley began to fill it with clothes from her wardrobe and then locked it placing it by the door in the hall so Tim could see it. Turning she climbed into her bed and snuggled up into the covers. “Just one more sleep in my bed…then I’ll go.” Again her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep…..

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

"It is not nesicarry, but it will make scent tracking much easier, I leave it to your discression." Timorne stated to Ian, lifting his chin as he did.

 

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Ian

Ian looked over at Timorne. "Ok, I will change back, I would rather have my enhanced senses for this mission. " Ian closes his eyes and concentrates all his mental into the change. His eyes start to move rapidly back and forth behind his eyelids. Drool forms in the corners of his mouth and his body starts to shake . His body starts to sprout hair in most places and his changeover completes. He is pleased that he was able to change with so much less pain than the last time.

 

[faust]

Having finished drying his face with a towel, Syife took a seat on one of the wooden benches, feeling it sag slightly under his weight. "Ah, a hunt then..." he could feel the bloodlust rising once more inside him. "I'll find this little pussy for you. I'm guessing that you want us to take care of him... er, permanatly, right?" His heart began to beat faster at the prospect of another kill.

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

Turning toward Syifer, Timorne growled in the back of his throat. He knew this type, blood for bloods sake... "Yes, if he... It... Puts up resistance, that is what must be done..."

 

[bobo_daclown]

Wesley Side:

Starting to tire, Wesley puts the thought of sleep beside him and dresses when Timorne calls for them. Now ready, he listens to Syife's concern and thinks to himself that this boy really wants to kill stuff. Suddenly, Wesley realizes that a bit of that rage is within him as well. He too feels like killing something--or someone. Luckily, his former human life keeps him in check. "Well," he asks of the group, "what's keeping us here? Let's go!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

Stopping and turning in the door way to the barracks, Tim feels the urge to return to his quarters, as though he's forgotten something. Clearing his throat, he pulls out a small vile of blood, and tosses it to Ian. "I need to go and check on something, boys. Ian, thats a vile of Quinn's blood, sniff it to get his scent if you get lost. I am leaving YOU in charge of this tracking mission. Think you can handle it?" Timorne gave Ian barely enough time to answer before he started to walk back toward his quarters.

 

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Ian

Using his newfound reflexs, Ian grabs the vial out of midair. He looks over at Tim. "Sure, I will take charge of the group. I can not vouch for how clean the kill will be, but you can consider Quinn dead as of now. Wes, Syife, lets get a good whiff of this and start tracking. " Ian opens the vial and takes a hearty sniff of the scent. He is trying to zero in on this scent as he passes it to the other two. He hopes they have better luck, since his senses do not seem to be able to pinpoint the direction Quinn went in.

 

[Mistress]

Hadley's sleep is tormented with images of a wolf attacking her, riping at her throat. She cries in her sleep, her nails shredding her pillow....

She tosses and turns, the silk sheet tangling around her slim naked body. Groaning she battled the wolf in her sleep striking out with her growing claws, yet never able to touch the wolf. She gasped desperately trying to get away from her attacker yet not being able too, the wolf tearing her flesh as she struggled under it. Tears streamed down her face, eyes shut tight in her dream as she cries and shreds her sheets into pieces....

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

Leaving the pack to themselves as they track down the rogue member, Timorne is drawn back to his quarters. Instantly he see's Hadley's bag and without a thought calls out. "Hadley!" As he rushes toward her room. "Hadley!" He see's her tossing and turning in her sleep, ripping the pillow, the sheets, the very bed she's laying on to shreds. Moving over to her side, his eyes wide, his mind full of her scent, it was already near impossible to think... "Hadley!" He barked as he reached out to touch her bare shoulder.

 

[Mistress]

Growling she snaps at him; fangs protruding, her eyes coming open, the glowing green of a Wolves’. Her lips curl back as she snarls and strikes at him again, Tim jumps back out of the way but not before her nails sting the side of his neck. She struggles to sit up, her eyes wild, still lost in her dream. In a crouched position she growls at the man obviously not recognizing him right at first, all she can smell is the male scent of a wolf….

 

[bobo_daclown]

Wesley Side:

Wesley also takes a smell of the blood. "And, what good's this supposed to do. I can smell a little iron and a little of something else, but what am I supposed to do? Sniff the ground next?" Without really thinking about it, Wesley walks outside and starts to jog toward the west into the forest. Slowing himself enough to turn around, he yells at the others. "I don't know why, but I think he's this way." His bloodlust kicking in, he cuts short the wait for a response and jogs into the forest after a gut feeling.

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

Touching the slash wounds along the side of his neck, Timorne looks down at his hand to see blood on his finger tips. He growls, deep in his throat as he looks up at Hadley. Her eyes were wild, and her stance, on her hands an knees, feral. "Hadley?!" Tim growled at her, his body going tence as he drew another potent lung full of her scent. It made his very blood itch in his veins, he wanted to grab ahold of her, pull her by her hair to him and...

Tim clenched his jaw, trying to fight the animalistic carnal thoughts assailing his mind as he glared at Hadley, crouched there on her bed, bare as the day she was born.

 

[Mistress]

Another growl escapes her lips as she sniffs at him, adjusting the weight of her body she moves forward one step. Again she sniffs him, her mouth still snarled, rocking side by side in her position, she moves closer another step. Her eyes losing some of their glow, her fangs shorten, returning to her normal teeth. Small growls and grunts occasionally coming from the back of her throat as she moves closer yet again….

Finally she is right in front of him, her eyes blink once, the glow gone, blink twice, her normal pale green eyes return, on the third blink she focuses on the slash marks across his neck and her mouth opens as if to say something. Shutting it again she reaches out and rests her head on his chest, tears flowing from her eyes, whispering, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know who you were, I’m sorry.…”

Her eyes look up to his face, then focus on the blood dripping from his wound, they dart back and forth, from his eyes to his wound. She sniffs the air and can smell the blood, as well as his manly scent; she shivers and reaches up her hands to his shoulders. Pulling herself into a standing position she lays her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” She whispers again, her eyes glued to the wound, to the blood. Snuggling as close to him as she can get, she lifts a hand up to caress his cheek, “Forgive me?”

She repeats this over and over again; her lips close to his ear, her breath on his skin. Her body warm against his, shivering from his scent. “Forgive me?” Her lips touch his ear lightly, and then she moves her head back to his shoulder. Her eyes focus in on the blood, and then she licks her lips. Her nails scratch his back and a low growl comes from her as her tongue snakes out and licks along the wound……

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

Tim let Hadley come up, into his arms, instinctively wrapping them about her as she did. He was breathing in short shallow breaths as he looked down along her bare back. His blood began to itch more and more in his veins the longer he held her, the longer he took in her scent. In a moment he knew he would not be himself and he was torn between just giving into it and pushing her away, for her own sake, and for his.

"No..." He groaned, his hands on her shoulder, pushing her away, his one mistake, looking into her eyes. His words caught in his throat as he did, the thin line of his blood still on her lips. Without a word he drew her back to his body, crushing her lips under a violently passionate kiss as his hands scoured down along her back, along her dark smooth skin, until he clasped her hips in the palms of his hands, forcing her fully against him.

Breaking the kiss, he ran his open mouth along her jaw, down her neck, to bite and nip at her shoulder. "Hadley." He growled imploringly between nips.

 

[Mistress]

She gasped loudly, her fingers twisting into his hair and forcing his head back up, her lips hungrily seeking out his, her heart racing once more. In her mind she could see it all happening, she could see everything as if standing far away….

She watched the passion grow, the hunger, the need radiating off of both their bodies almost in a glow that only her mind’s eye could see. She was torn in thoughts, her head scrambled between what she should do and what her body made her want to do. She could hear her thoughts telling her to stop, yet at the same time she could feel her body pushing her to go on. She knew the only way they would be able to stop is if Tim gained control over the situation, but even then she knew that they had passed that line already. Her body wanted him, needed to quench the insatiable thirst that was consuming her. She cursed herself for not leaving and locking her own self up and yet at the same time she reveled in the feel of his body against hers, at the thought of what they were doing and she loved every second of it. She needed it, craved it, it was a high that only those with blood lust could understand. Hadley was in heat, and now her body was betraying her to her very own Superior. Tim was like a father to her even though in reality he was not….

She groaned closing her eyes, melting into him and the feelings over taking her body. She had one last concerned thought then basically told herself to Fuck Off and gave into the Heat.

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

Tim's blood sang with lust through his veins and he began to act on instinct. Ripping and tugging at his cloths, he had them off in mere minutes. Standing before Hadley, just as naked as she, he reached out and grasped her by her shoulders and roughly brought her to him again. His already enflamed cock pressed against the flat of her stomach and he growled from the sensual contact with her skin. His hands explored her body as he kissed her again, his tongue tracing over her lips as he did.

 

[Mistress]

Losing Control.

Hadley moaned, her body on fire, “Yes….” She pressed against him, sliding her body from side to side, rubbing her heated skin along his. Her nails scratched his naked back then her arms lifted to wrap around his neck to kiss him roughly. As he jerked her to him she laughed, a voice that sounded nothing like her own, “Mmm that’s it lover, take control baby.” A wicked grin crossed her face and she pulled away standing there looking him over.

“Why Tim, who knew….”She licked her lips and backed away climbing onto the bed and getting on her knees. She leaned forward and licked from his stomach up to his chest, playfully nipping at each nipple on her way up. Then she pulled back again and bit her lip,” What are you waiting for,” A growl fills the room, “Make me your Bitch!” Again she grinned, her eyes flashing….

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

A gutteral, sexually charged growl was Tim's only reply as he grasped Hadley by her hips. He forced her down onto her back as he lifted her legs up over his shoulders. With the intencity of molten fire in his eyes, he ran a finger down, over her slit, taking the moistness from it to coat his the head of his ridged cock. Once it was slick with Hadley's juices, he leaned forward and burried himself in her with one sharp thrust. His face hovered mere inches from her own, his lips parted, his teeth bared, his eyes still burning with the same fire-like intencity.

He withdrew an inch only to stab back into her depths with a short huff of breath, his hands clasping down upon her shoulders, to keep her from being pushed up along the length of the bed by his potent thrusts. Even as he began this pounding rhythem, he looked into Hadley's eyes with the flicker of a smile.

 

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Ian

Ian watches as Wesley bounds off into the tree line. He turns to Syife. "Well, I guess he has the scent lets follow him. " Turning and running without waiting for a comment from Syife, Ian is quickly on the tail of Wesley. He barely sees the landscape around them as their bodies quickly move through the forest. The trees form a green and brown wall that his mind barely recognizes as he focuses on following Wesley. They quickly come to a small town, the signpost at the edge of town proclaiming it Welton Village. They scout the edge of the town, looking for the missing soldier. They can hear a lot of noise in the town, as a crowd moves through the streets. It seems that they are holding someone that is all chained up.

His senses straining, Ian came make out the countanence of their fellow wolf brother. He has the look of madness, his eyes rolling as he is led through the streets. His matted fur shows a hint of a deeper red, and their noses bring the smell of blood to them all. Ian turns to the others. " It seems that our brother has been doing some killing and was caught. What do you want to do? "

 

[Mistress]

She cries out as he pounds into her over and over again, the voice alternating between human and then a not so human howl. Her hands clutch the shredded mattress beneath her for support and she looks up into Tim’s eyes. Their minds seem to connect at that moment, thoughts and feelings racing through the new channel created between both of them. She could feel his lust, thoughts that had lain dormant in him for so long only to erupt in a heated passion. He could feel the fire in her veins; how the Heat takes her over and turns her, a mad rush of intense pleasure and wanting, scorching their souls. She whimpers as her body starts to boil, the bed creaking, threatening to collapse under the extreme force of their coupling. The walls’ echoing their groans and howls of lust as Hadley starts to thrash around, the fire ready to explode within her…..

Gasping she calls out his name, and her own hand claws at her chest, leaving a blood streaked path across her breasts. Sweat glistening on her dark smooth skin, her hair soaked from it and plastered to her face. His strong body holding her down, unable to move yet not wanting to move, loving him as he ravishes her body in animalistic lust. She grips his arms, her nails sinking into his flesh, she lifts her head and tastes of it, another howl escaping her blood redden lips. Hadley groans, her eyes rolling back into her head, her body shaking, curse words flow from her lips as her body clenches then releases….

 

[bobo_daclown]

Wesley Side:

Watching the scene before them progress, Wesley answers Ian's question by saying to Syife, "Quickly, now, Syife! Go back to the compound and let Timourne know that we have located the fugative. Let him know that we will intercede only if he wishes it so. If not, we will watch to make sure that he is killed and then we'll return.

"That work for you too, Ian?" He asks Ian while Wesley thinks to himself, I should be leader of this gang of ruffians. It's quite obvious that I know what I'm doing. I will be alpha wolf... soon.

 

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Ian

Ian looks over at Wesley. " That is fine with me. I have not problem. Even though there is three of us, those people seem to have been able to take care of the fugitive very easily. We may not want to tangle with them too. Get back here as soon as possible, Syife. " Ian watches as Wesley tries to inch around the edge of the trees to get a better look.

 

[Ravenloft]

Timorne:

Bowing his head even while he penetrates Hadley to the core, Tim draws his tongue over the red streaks she had opened across her breasts. His hands cupped her breasts then, tightly, pinching and rolling her nipples under his fingers. He reached around her and drew her up into his arms, letting her legs wrap about his hips, he began to thrust his hips upward into her, locking his eyes with hers once more, it was obvious that he was about to cum, yet the tight clench of her release still preceeded his own. It flooded into her in hot, gushing waves as he sucked upon her lower lip.