Mercury Falling ~ Chapter 1
Title: Mercury Falling ~ Chapter 1/?
Author: liveindesire
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~ 1, 130
Setting: AU - Werewolf fic
Rating: This chapter is rated R for violence, the whole fic NC-17
Beta: saar_fantasy Thank you so much honey. <3 I couldn’t have done this without you. <333
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the order of words. This never happened.
Warnings: m/m sex, angst, violence, biting, blood play, barebacking, knotting (Oops, was that all? Don’t fret, it’s not as bad as it sounds.) There will also be a whole lotta love!
A/N: I once promised my darling saar_fantasy that I would write Kradam for her. Here it is!
Summary: Kris is a human with a wolf-shaped mark on the skin of his neck; he is the one the prophecy foretold. He is supposed to marry the King of the werewolves, Adam, and by doing that, bring peace between the humans and the werewolves. But Kris is terrified. He has heard too many horror stories about the wolves and decides to hide, just for a little while, in order to clarify his thoughts. He isn't prepared when werewolf priests come and drag him violently into the castle, and chain him up. But, Adam hasn't given his permission to the priests' actions and he is very angry for what they've done to his mate-to-be. Kris finds out Adam isn't just the powerful King of werewolves, he is so much more...
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Amazing, beautiful banner by youkeyh Thank you, baby! <3
Chapter 1
Feel the end near. . .
This second chance I know won’t last
But it’s ok, got no regrets
And I, I feel the end near, I’m no fool
Getting closer
But I’m doing what I should
The sun was already up by the time Kris woke up in the hunting cabin. He spent the whole day fishing and wandering around in the woods nearby. The nature was harmonic, beautiful, and Kris wished from the bottom of his heart that he could stay there, live in the forests for the rest of his life.
He sat on a rock, his body weary and tired from all the stress, and then he took a deep breath, trying to decide what he should do. Kris knew he had no other choice than to marry the King. If he ran away for good, the consequences would be devastating; more people would lose their lives in the battles. He wasn’t going to take it on his conscience.
Nonetheless, he wasn’t sure how he could go through it all if Adam really was a monster. If the wolves were as gruesome as he’d been told, there would be a pure hell waiting for him. Sighing, Kris stood up, making his way back to the cabin again. He still had two days before he needed to return to the castle.
Another night passed by and when Kris woke up, he still felt apprehensive, almost scared to the bone. The second day elapsed too quickly, and before Kris was able to even notice, the sun was setting behind the horizon again, reminding him that he only had a little more than 24 hours left. He sat on the cliffs, watching how the mirror-clear surface of the lake glistened in the orange light.
Chewing his fingernails, Kris wondered what his future would be like. But, there was no way to know for sure, and Kris shuddered, feeling the wave of uncertainty wash over him more strongly than before. In less than a day, he’d be lying in the King’s bed, ready to be fucked. The werewolf would mate with him, would push his thick cock inside Kris’ body, making him scream in pain.
Losing his virginity, being fucked, would’ve been scary enough even on its own, but the knot made it even more frightening. A couple of weeks earlier, his friend had told him that male werewolves had a knot at the base of their dicks, an organ that swelled during an orgasm, tying the couple together. Surely, it would be sheer agony to have something so big inside him.
Moreover, he’d been told the mating involved biting. The wolves had sharp canine teeth, almost like fangs. There were four of them, two on each side, and the outermost fangs were a little shorter than the inner. Normally, the canines were hidden, but during an intercourse they descended into the werewolf’s mouth. And then the wolf would bite down hard, claiming his mate, inflicting wounds and drawing blood.
It sounded so violent, so rough, and so painful, that it made Kris’ heart skip a beat, adrenalin flowing through his veins. He squeezed his eyes closed, pulling his knees against his chest, and yet another tear fell down his cheek. Beneath him, the ground was cool, getting colder by the minute as the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the forest.
All of a sudden, there was a sound, something echoing in the depths of the darkened forest. The hairs on Kris’ arms stood up, feeling as if he’d just fallen into icy water. He got onto his feet, peering around himself in order to find out where the noise came from.
However, it was already so dark that it was impossible to see what was moving in the woods. Kris listened carefully, trying to figure out what was happening.
The rumbling, thundering sound got louder when Kris came down from the cliff, wondering what the fuck was going on. Abruptly, it dawned on him and horror flashed through his body, paralyzing him for a moment. He was supposed to be escorted into the King’s castle the next day, but it seemed that someone had come after him already.
The rumbling noise was the sound of horses closing in on the cabin. Terrified, Kris realized he needed to hide; to see who it was that had come to find him. Legs shaking, he ran to the dense bushes near the cabin, and dived under the branches and leaves, preventing anyone from spotting him immediately.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kris saw how black horses emerged from the shadows of the forest, slowly making their way towards the hut. His breath caught in his throat as he realized who the riders were. The werewolf priests had found his hiding place; Kris counted five people on their horses.
Clad in black, and heavily armed, the priests looked just as dangerous as Kris had imagined they would. He stopped breathing, forcing himself to be dead silent, and deliberated if he should try to run. He waited, listening how the wolves searched the cabin.
“He’s been here just minutes ago,” one of the priests yelled.
“When you find him, seize him. You can even rough him up a little, as long as you remember that he belongs to the King, that it’s him who gets to punish the boy.”
It wasn’t the words that made Kris’ heart pound even harder; it was the sound of swords being drawn. It was a nightmare, a horrible, ghastly display, and Kris didn’t know what to do. Most likely, it wouldn’t even matter; they were going to hurt him anyway.
‘Please, someone help me,’ he thought silently, bolting towards the forest.
Acting on instinct, he ran as hard as he could, panting as it felt like his lungs were going to explode. His muscles screaming, legs hurting, he kept running deeper into the forest. Turning to look behind him, Kris saw that they were after him, shadows getting closer, a steady sound of hoofs getting nearer every second.
It was almost pitch black, and Kris stumbled, leaning into a nearby tree in order to steady himself. When he felt sharp pain in his arm, he screamed, momentarily blinded by the hurt. Still, he kept running, trying to get away from the werewolves that were closing in on him.
Realizing something must have hit his arm, Kris glanced at it, noticing how blood was beginning to soak the sleeve of his shirt. They had thrown a blade at him. There was a large gash in his forearm, deep, wide laceration in his flesh, and seeing it made him feel a little dizzy.
He didn’t make it much further. Soon, something blunt made contact with his head, and his knees gave away under him. He collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily, trying to stay conscious even as his vision swam. It was a battle he couldn’t win; he was under in a matter of seconds.
~*~*~
This second chance I know won’t last
But it’s ok, got no regrets
And I, I feel the end near, I’m no fool
Getting closer
But I’m doing what I should
TBC…
Author: liveindesire
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~ 1, 130
Setting: AU - Werewolf fic
Rating: This chapter is rated R for violence, the whole fic NC-17
Beta: saar_fantasy Thank you so much honey. <3 I couldn’t have done this without you. <333
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the order of words. This never happened.
Warnings: m/m sex, angst, violence, biting, blood play, barebacking, knotting (Oops, was that all? Don’t fret, it’s not as bad as it sounds.) There will also be a whole lotta love!
A/N: I once promised my darling saar_fantasy that I would write Kradam for her. Here it is!
Summary: Kris is a human with a wolf-shaped mark on the skin of his neck; he is the one the prophecy foretold. He is supposed to marry the King of the werewolves, Adam, and by doing that, bring peace between the humans and the werewolves. But Kris is terrified. He has heard too many horror stories about the wolves and decides to hide, just for a little while, in order to clarify his thoughts. He isn't prepared when werewolf priests come and drag him violently into the castle, and chain him up. But, Adam hasn't given his permission to the priests' actions and he is very angry for what they've done to his mate-to-be. Kris finds out Adam isn't just the powerful King of werewolves, he is so much more...
~*~*~
Amazing, beautiful banner by youkeyh Thank you, baby! <3
Chapter 1
Feel the end near. . .
This second chance I know won’t last
But it’s ok, got no regrets
And I, I feel the end near, I’m no fool
Getting closer
But I’m doing what I should
The sun was already up by the time Kris woke up in the hunting cabin. He spent the whole day fishing and wandering around in the woods nearby. The nature was harmonic, beautiful, and Kris wished from the bottom of his heart that he could stay there, live in the forests for the rest of his life.
He sat on a rock, his body weary and tired from all the stress, and then he took a deep breath, trying to decide what he should do. Kris knew he had no other choice than to marry the King. If he ran away for good, the consequences would be devastating; more people would lose their lives in the battles. He wasn’t going to take it on his conscience.
Nonetheless, he wasn’t sure how he could go through it all if Adam really was a monster. If the wolves were as gruesome as he’d been told, there would be a pure hell waiting for him. Sighing, Kris stood up, making his way back to the cabin again. He still had two days before he needed to return to the castle.
Another night passed by and when Kris woke up, he still felt apprehensive, almost scared to the bone. The second day elapsed too quickly, and before Kris was able to even notice, the sun was setting behind the horizon again, reminding him that he only had a little more than 24 hours left. He sat on the cliffs, watching how the mirror-clear surface of the lake glistened in the orange light.
Chewing his fingernails, Kris wondered what his future would be like. But, there was no way to know for sure, and Kris shuddered, feeling the wave of uncertainty wash over him more strongly than before. In less than a day, he’d be lying in the King’s bed, ready to be fucked. The werewolf would mate with him, would push his thick cock inside Kris’ body, making him scream in pain.
Losing his virginity, being fucked, would’ve been scary enough even on its own, but the knot made it even more frightening. A couple of weeks earlier, his friend had told him that male werewolves had a knot at the base of their dicks, an organ that swelled during an orgasm, tying the couple together. Surely, it would be sheer agony to have something so big inside him.
Moreover, he’d been told the mating involved biting. The wolves had sharp canine teeth, almost like fangs. There were four of them, two on each side, and the outermost fangs were a little shorter than the inner. Normally, the canines were hidden, but during an intercourse they descended into the werewolf’s mouth. And then the wolf would bite down hard, claiming his mate, inflicting wounds and drawing blood.
It sounded so violent, so rough, and so painful, that it made Kris’ heart skip a beat, adrenalin flowing through his veins. He squeezed his eyes closed, pulling his knees against his chest, and yet another tear fell down his cheek. Beneath him, the ground was cool, getting colder by the minute as the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the forest.
All of a sudden, there was a sound, something echoing in the depths of the darkened forest. The hairs on Kris’ arms stood up, feeling as if he’d just fallen into icy water. He got onto his feet, peering around himself in order to find out where the noise came from.
However, it was already so dark that it was impossible to see what was moving in the woods. Kris listened carefully, trying to figure out what was happening.
The rumbling, thundering sound got louder when Kris came down from the cliff, wondering what the fuck was going on. Abruptly, it dawned on him and horror flashed through his body, paralyzing him for a moment. He was supposed to be escorted into the King’s castle the next day, but it seemed that someone had come after him already.
The rumbling noise was the sound of horses closing in on the cabin. Terrified, Kris realized he needed to hide; to see who it was that had come to find him. Legs shaking, he ran to the dense bushes near the cabin, and dived under the branches and leaves, preventing anyone from spotting him immediately.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kris saw how black horses emerged from the shadows of the forest, slowly making their way towards the hut. His breath caught in his throat as he realized who the riders were. The werewolf priests had found his hiding place; Kris counted five people on their horses.
Clad in black, and heavily armed, the priests looked just as dangerous as Kris had imagined they would. He stopped breathing, forcing himself to be dead silent, and deliberated if he should try to run. He waited, listening how the wolves searched the cabin.
“He’s been here just minutes ago,” one of the priests yelled.
“When you find him, seize him. You can even rough him up a little, as long as you remember that he belongs to the King, that it’s him who gets to punish the boy.”
It wasn’t the words that made Kris’ heart pound even harder; it was the sound of swords being drawn. It was a nightmare, a horrible, ghastly display, and Kris didn’t know what to do. Most likely, it wouldn’t even matter; they were going to hurt him anyway.
‘Please, someone help me,’ he thought silently, bolting towards the forest.
Acting on instinct, he ran as hard as he could, panting as it felt like his lungs were going to explode. His muscles screaming, legs hurting, he kept running deeper into the forest. Turning to look behind him, Kris saw that they were after him, shadows getting closer, a steady sound of hoofs getting nearer every second.
It was almost pitch black, and Kris stumbled, leaning into a nearby tree in order to steady himself. When he felt sharp pain in his arm, he screamed, momentarily blinded by the hurt. Still, he kept running, trying to get away from the werewolves that were closing in on him.
Realizing something must have hit his arm, Kris glanced at it, noticing how blood was beginning to soak the sleeve of his shirt. They had thrown a blade at him. There was a large gash in his forearm, deep, wide laceration in his flesh, and seeing it made him feel a little dizzy.
He didn’t make it much further. Soon, something blunt made contact with his head, and his knees gave away under him. He collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily, trying to stay conscious even as his vision swam. It was a battle he couldn’t win; he was under in a matter of seconds.
~*~*~
This second chance I know won’t last
But it’s ok, got no regrets
And I, I feel the end near, I’m no fool
Getting closer
But I’m doing what I should
TBC…