He Loves Me "Knot" [Part Three]
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Jinki hadn’t lasted long on the ground. He was spooked enough as it was without any help, so when the first howl had gone up, he scrambled his ass so high up into the trees not even a cat shifter could reach him. His mind rationalized that the wolves were tens of miles away from him, that it was just an echo, but his mind could go fuck itself. Being outside on a full moon had never gone too well for him in the past, so it was best to just be smart about it.
At first it had been easy to make the ten, twenty feet jumps to other branches, making headway with ease, but the more strength he used, the more his powers became tapped. Damnit, why hadn’t he fed off of Taemin before he’d left? Stopping briefly, he noted the tree line thinned out a fair bit not far ahead. Maybe then he could get his bearings, though he’d never been too good with direction.
Ah, he remembered this place. A large field mysteriously devoid of any trees in a perfect circle, the moon shining so bright the grass practically glowed. Minho had let them rest here earlier that morning. If his memory was right then he was about one third of the way back. With that thought in mind, he gleefully jumped down out of the tree -though his landing wasn’t as graceful as he would have liked- figuring he’d make quick work of the run across the meadow and be back up in the trees in no time. It was the growl he heard behind him as he was getting up that made him freeze with fear.
He had a split second to hope it was a real wolf -he’d been known for attracting the smaller breed to the keep before, after all- but his heart sank at the exact same moment his pulse sky rocketed when his ears made out that this creature was walking on two legs, not four, and it was massive. His entire body shaking, he used all the willpower he possessed not to look behind him, because he knew the second he did, he was done for, a proverbial lamb to the slaughter. His body would lock up of its own accord and the rest, as they say, would be history. He’d seen what werewolves could do, there wouldn’t be a trace left of him, not even bone.
He’d been hoping that by this time the creature would have at least talked to him, but when the growl sounded that much closer to him, he realized this thing probably wasn’t even capable of human speech anymore. He looked up at the full moon balefully, but was at least thankful that he was the one in the clearing and not the wolf man behind him; at least, by the sheer weight of what this thing felt like, he assumed it was a man. Could he outrun a fully turned werewolf through a moon lit clearing? It was said the moon made them even stronger, but he had a better chance of making it without trees inhibiting his path. He could always try to jump back up into the trees right now, but this thing was so close to him it would easily snatch him out of the air before he’d even get close.
So why wasn’t it attacking him yet? The thing seemed to be waiting for him to make a move just as much as he himself was. He just wasn’t sure what the hell to do anymore, every option seemed like a losing one, but when the wolf’s jowls came close to his ear and bit at the air with so much force it was audible, instinct took over, his feet in motion before his brain had even thought to run. He wasn’t even half way through the clearing when his head began to turn of its own accord. No! The second you turn and look is the second you die, everyone knew that, and yet, he just couldn’t help himself. He shouldn’t have looked.
Well over seven feet tall, the thing was more wolf than human, the legs bent at an odd angle, more like what a wolf’s haunches would be like, the arms longer, thicker, the chest so much wider than normal. From head to toe it was covered in a thick, black fur, only scarce around the abs and… nether regions, which he didn’t need to be looking at anyway. That would be impressive enough without the beast being fully aroused as he very clearly was, and it was very obviously a he.
He turned completely, his feet frozen, and just stared at the creature now in front of him. If it had resembled a human at one time, it sure didn’t now, the face fully wolf from the pointed ears to the slanted eyes, to the growling muzzle. He tried to make out the eye color, praying to anything that would listen that it was somehow Minho, but the pupils were so blown nothing remained of the iris, his terrified red eyes staring into the black abyss that was this wolf. Not an ounce of color remained on the creature, it was literally a black shadow, illuminated only by the moonlight. He was grateful for that; he would rather not see every aspect of the beast before him in full detail.
The wolf man eyed him back, or at least, he assumed he did, the way his flesh was crawling now. He cursed the fact that he still wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, but refrained from covering himself up, if this thing wanted him dead, he’d be dead in a heartbeat, no point in covering up vital body parts now.
He licked at his dry lips, but it wasn’t much help, his lips trying to form words but his throat ignoring him. He tried a second time and managed to get a whispered question out. “M… Minho?” he asked uncertainly. The creature merely eyed him, though he noticed the ears twitch slightly. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? But before he had time to debate it, it was stalking towards him, which was when his legs decided to give out, his form falling to the ground in a heap of petrified limbs.
But then something strange happened, the wolf man grabbed him under the arms and hoisted him back up, letting go of him when he was satisfied he could stand on his own, and then, he stared some more. When Jinki did nothing but stare back, more than a little confused and terrified, the monster growled so fiercely he was sprinting away again, but only for a few seconds until he was tackled to the ground, the wind literally knocked out of him as the thing over three times his weight barreled into him from behind. It got off of him quick enough, though it felt like a tongue had slid up his spine briefly, he couldn’t be sure. He was pretty certain he was dead already anyway.
Regaining his breath, he turned slightly to see the creature once again standing over him, as if waiting. What the hell was it doing, playing with him before it ate him? And then it was growling again, his body yet again going on auto pilot and scrambling away, but he was closer to the tree line this time, maybe he could make it? Calling forth all the strength he had, he urged his legs to go faster, the thing behind him huffing, in amusement? He didn’t know anymore, but all hopes were dashed as one of his legs was caught easily, the claws digging into his flesh harshly as he was dragged back.
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He pinned him yet again, and was all too ready to play chase with him some more, when he felt the vampire’s body shaking aggressively underneath him. He leaned over, his muzzle inches from his mate’s face, and whined. Jinki, as he was commonly called by his human form, stiffened beneath him, but burrowed his head farther into his arms. When he went to lick him comfortingly, the man screamed.
The wolf rocked back onto his haunches, staring down at his future mate in confusion, but when the last bit of humanity tried to claw its way to the surface, he slammed it down. It was the full moon, and it’d been so long since he’d been fully in control of this body. Some wolves were more in tune with their human counterparts, becoming practically the same creature, but Minho had never been like that, always wanted to be in control too much, very rarely let instinct take over.
His wolf just didn’t understand, and didn’t understand why Jinki was so terrified of him now, not as if he would ever hurt him. But then he saw the gashes on his pristine skin, the blood marring his leg from where he’d grabbed him not moments before. He chuffed in annoyance. This kind of creature was so new to him, seemed so fragile, didn’t even understand a simple concept like playing a fun game of chase, but he had hunted him down, and now he wanted the prize every wolf got after a successful game: he wanted his prey.
Leaning down, he let his long tongue slide along the wounds, happy that the vampire’s immortal blood had already healed most of the gashes; it looked much better by the time he had licked the remaining blood off. Jinki was emitting a high frequency whine as he did this, and it only got worse when he made to work his way higher with his tongue, annoying and confusing him yet again. Wolves were so much easier than this, but this was his mate, and he’d make it work somehow. Shoving at the boy until he eventually turned over, he stared down at the tear streaked face of his other half, going to lick the salty tracks off his cheeks, but the idiot screamed again. Maybe he should have done some form of acknowledgment when the boy had called out to his human part earlier…
He backed off slightly, going to all fours, and merely stared at Jinki until he finally noticed his vampire eyeing him warily, biting back an indignant growl as he forced his tail to swish happily. When the vampire looked at his tail, he moved it more rapidly, willing Jinki to understand. You’ve stroked this tail before, you should know me, but Jinki continued to stare at him as if he were the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen. This would be so much easier with the bond, but he’d have to wait another entire moon cycle for that unless Jinki initiated it first, and he doubted he would. Probably didn’t even know what that was. He could tell Minho was aggravated beyond belief that he was mated with something other than another werewolf, but he didn’t care. Wolves were notorious for being tenacious in every aspect of their lives; there was nothing wrong with a little challenge.
Nudging his head under the boy’s stiff left arm, he positioned it so that it was lying beneath Jinki’s palm, his body curling beside the boy…. And he waited.
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Jinki sat up slowly, staring down at the creature that had moved its head to his lap, his frozen hand going along with it. When the wolf’s head tilted to the side to look up at him, he stopped moving, but it merely blew hot air through its nose, as if sighing at him. When his hand twitched atop its head, it let out an exaggerated noise, almost like a purr. He moved his hand slightly again, and it did it again, more held out this time. Was a werewolf easily twice his own size trying to get him to pet it…?
He let his fingers glide over the soft fur, amazed yet again with how silky it felt along his skin, his hand gliding from the top of its head to his neck, both hands now stroking the black strands. He could only reach to the shoulder blades to pet, the creature being much too large, which just confused him even more. He only had a few brief flashbacks of his attacks, but he didn’t remember them looking like this, and definitely not acting like this. This had to be Minho, but when the wolf man got up to stare at him more fully, he still flinched away.
The wolf bumped into his chest, nudging him gently, so he brought his shaking hands up to once again pet the creature, but this time all he could really reach was his chest, his hands small as he splayed them across the fur covered mass of muscle. The wolf leaned in, pushing him back onto the ground but did nothing more, so he continued to stroke at the beast warily. Maybe this was all they’d do tonight? But even as he thought it, the beast ground his erection against his leg. Maybe not. Which was worse at the moment, getting eaten by a fully turned werewolf or getting raped by one? He could always try to run again, but before his legs got the nerve to start moving, the wolf was flipping him over onto his stomach. Maybe if he was lucky he’d pass out…
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The wolf was frustrated beyond belief, but he couldn’t control it anymore. Thinking like his human counterpart was getting him nowhere, and he didn’t understand it anyway. This beautiful glowing creature was his, and he’d stake his claim for all others to see. Jinki was terrified, true, but he was also highly responsive. He’d been at the surface begging to come out the last time Minho had taken him, had looked out through half lidded glowing blue eyes. Oh yes, his little mate liked sex, and he wanted to mate with him so badly.
Sliding his cock between his mate’s cheeks, he was more than a little disappointed to find him dry, or wait, males didn’t get wet, did they? He growled in frustration, and wanted to growl again when Jinki tightened up underneath him at the sudden sound. It would be so much easier to let Minho take control, but this was his hunt, was his victory.
Determined, he slid his body down until he was above his mate’s tightly clenched ass.
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Jinki squealed when the first lap of the wolf’s tongue slid teasingly between his ass cheeks, the massive amounts of saliva that dripped from the creature’s muzzle sliding down to his balls, dripping onto the grass beneath them. When it repositioned over him, it merely held him down on the ground, its awkward legs bent on either side of him as the creature slid that massive cock against his cheeks, but made to do nothing more, seemed to merely like the feel of him slick and sliding between them.
The hand at his back was padded, he noted, as the thing rutted on top of him, the claws scraping at his flesh but not piercing the skin, the other arm pressed against his side tickling him as the fur slid along his hip. The fur pressed along his legs felt good too, he could admit, it at least helped the cold of the chilled night air. He was more susceptible to the cold when he was short on blood. He must be short on brain cells too, thinking instead about how good some fur felt on his skin when he should be worried about the one thing not covered in fur pushing against him instead.
He was more than a little surprised when the wolf man leaned back slightly, cum shooting out to slide along his lower back and ass. Oh, was that it? But before he could turn and see, his hips were being pulled up so he was on his knees, his face being pressed to the ground. Before he could protest, that huge cock was once again at his entrance, but this time pushing in, the mixture of saliva and cum helping some, but it still hurt like hell, tears instantly springing to his eyes. The monster above him stopped his thrust after only a few mere inches were inside, pawing at Jinki’s hand, pushing it under him. Jinki nodded into the ground, more to himself than anything.
Playing with his own cock, he willed it to become hard, instead trying to focus on the fact that he was having sex with Minho, even if this wasn’t the normal Minho, even if it didn’t act like Minho, but what did he know? Maybe this was the real Minho, and he had enjoyed having sex with Minho in the past. Okay that was an understatement, so was it really so bad that he was having sex with him again? And his cock was even bigger? Yes, his mind screamed, it’s bigger and so is the monster that’s pushing it inside of you, you’ll never be able to have sex again! Shut the fuck up brain, what do you know anyway?
When it was barely half way in, it was already too much, his mouth not even being able to close from the sensations, silent screams never leaving his tightened throat, his own saliva freely dripping from his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on the pleasure and not the pain, and then it was hitting that spot inside of him, it’d be impossible not to with the size it was now. He cried out, his own hand on his shaft squeezing tight. He shouldn’t have cried out in retrospect, it just egged the monster on more, the thing trying to push in deeper. Sorry wolf man, it doesn’t get deeper than that.
The hands that went to pull his cheeks apart farther scratched at his skin, but it was a welcome sensation compared to what was in his ass, his hand working furiously at himself to get as much pleasure out of this as he could, and when the wolf started a steady rhythm, his ass finally getting slightly used to the size, he found he could get pleasure from it. Not something he’d want to do every day, granted, but his body would heal fast enough from this one encounter.
The beast tried to lean down to, lick him? Pin him? He wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t happening, the angle forcing him deeper inside, making him cry out in pain and not pleasure. The wolf backed off immediately when he heard it, his thrusts much more shallow than before, claws scratching at his back slowly. Good to know he at least didn’t want to hurt him, not that he could really help it with his size.
When he felt the wolf get that much stiffer inside of him, he mentally prepared himself. If this was anything like the last time he and Minho had sex, there’d be that knot thing right? But the wolf merely came inside him shallowly, and when Jinki turned to look at him, the wolf tried to pressed his head down again, but Jinki got to see a glimpse of the muscles straining as he did, the tortured expression somehow still on the animal like face. Even covered in fur, he cums the same, Jinki thought to himself, his own hand giving him release as he, too, came against the slippery grass.
The wolf stayed seated inside him for a few more minutes before pulling out of him slowly. Jinki sighed in relief, turning over onto his back, noting that the knot was indeed still there like last time, but he must not have been deep enough to put it in, or he hadn’t wanted to hurt him anymore than he already was.
The creature looked up at him then, eyes scanning his body, as if checking to make sure he hadn’t hurt him too bad, perhaps? But then it leaned down and bit him roughly on the neck, teeth breaking skin, the muzzle shaking him around slightly. Jinki screamed out, fist coming up to punch the wolf in the side of the face. The thing merely shook off his attack, leaning back slightly to admire his work, it seemed, before it licked at the bite almost lovingly.
“God save me from full moons and werewolves,” Jinki muttered, coughing up when it nudged at his chest a little too roughly.
He fell asleep on a wide chest covered in soft black fur that night, not that he had much of a choice, he sighed. But he supposed he could get used to sleeping with someone else, fur or otherwise.
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As soon as Jinki fell asleep, the haze in Minho’s mind lifted, his wolf rubbing up against him in his mind before stalking back off into the shadows like it always did, but instead, it stayed visible to him, staring with glowing eyes, as if waiting for the right time to come out again. He scrunched his eyes in annoyance, but when he made to get up and clear his head with a run, the form on top of him mumbled in annoyance, grabbing as his chest, dainty nails biting into his flesh.
He slammed his head back onto the grass in frustration, but held him tightly to his chest. He wasn’t sure how he felt about his wolf wanting to take control more often, or that the vampire seemed to bring out his more feral side more often than not, but he could at least admit that it felt right to have Jinki nestled in his arms, his mind calming as he took in Jinki’s heady scent, before he too, was falling asleep.
A/N: Well. This is my longest update to date, and I'm really not sure how I feel about it *sighs*. I usually make my were animals like this in my stories, but yeah, to me, they're like, two separate creatures that have the ability to become one, always have been, so I hope that reads okay. I love how both Minho and Jinki are way more worried about the wolf when the wolf's actually like, a super cool dude.... did I just call a wolf a super cool dude? I'm so sorry. This story is getting to me *facepalm*
Also, I've actually started keeping up with my tumblr now, woot! If you want up to date information on what I'm writing atm, and little snippets of it as well, feel free to stalk me, oh do! http://fullmoonsyn.tumblr.com/
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