The Night Brings Changes
At the moment of his climax, as I was falling into the blissful abyss, savagely I bit into him, tasting the sweet, hot crimson life blood that we now shared.
I’d changed the course of his life hours ago with the first bite; he’d embraced it and me willingly. Never had I felt such affection for a human, and I had changed that almost immediately he was no longer human.
He’d wanted strength, had craved it; maybe that is what led him to me in the first place, time would tell as he would share his secrets with me. I looked forward to learning all of his secrets, finding out what made him tick.
Thick sweat stuck to my body, exhaustion wasn’t an option, I rode that cowboy hard as he played my body bringing it to such crescendo, and I wept tears of joy. For once the man with me was my match, and maybe I’d be happy or as happy as one such as I could. Being evil, I’d never felt these emotions, maybe my heart beat for someone else other than me.
Reluctantly, I left him to shower, as my body was renewed in these unfamiliar emotions, his body began the process of turning, turning into something more, something better than he had been when his life was draped around that mortal coil. This was not something I would ever understand, having been born Lycan. Caring for a half-breed was something, I’d learn to stomach. Previously the thought had been vile, but copulating with him had changed everything.
Always the over zealous one, I’d brought that passion to his bed and to his body as I had ravaged it. As his old body died to his new, I had to ensure that my new playmate would survive the night. The once and soon to be handsome again Lyndsey, looked as if he’d been mauled by a giant meat cleaver.
Not trusting his so called ‘loyal’ employees, humans knew nothing of loyalty, they bought and sold said loyalty through a variety of different means, they knew nothing of placing ones life in another’s hands, so I called in my trusted elders, to watch over him, in my ardor, I’d taken quit a hunk out of his neck, and even though it would heal - I’d just found him and I sure as hell didn’t want to lose him.
Making a fuss of what appeared to them to be my new mate, they gave him healing tonics, rubbed smelly elixirs over the cuts that now adored his incredible body.
Finally satisfied that he would in fact recover, I left to go and kill the young pup who’d betrayed me to him, regardless of the outcome; the pup had been treacherous, wasn’t born of clan and was one of the doubtful half-breeds who’d been turned without permission. After all, this was the time to show strength not a lack of it.
The pack was on edge, they knew something was different, they could feel the change, the air was full of electricity, and everything I’d ever wanted was now with the help of Lindsey, within my grasp.
I lived for the kill, and should have been more excited, but my mind was back at the penthouse with Lindsey. I suppressed a giggle wondering how much damage I’d done to that wonderful body of his and how long it would take him to recover.
As he slumbered and I waited the pack to come home, I spoke to him in my thoughts promising him things he had only dreamed of and the boy had the balls to speak back and challenge me.
Under the admiring eyes of the pack, I undressed, stood there naked in the moonlight, and slowly changed, ready for anything. Groveling, the young pup, attempted to run, but he didn’t get far. Looking at him I grinned.
I’d changed the course of his life hours ago with the first bite; he’d embraced it and me willingly. Never had I felt such affection for a human, and I had changed that almost immediately he was no longer human.
He’d wanted strength, had craved it; maybe that is what led him to me in the first place, time would tell as he would share his secrets with me. I looked forward to learning all of his secrets, finding out what made him tick.
Thick sweat stuck to my body, exhaustion wasn’t an option, I rode that cowboy hard as he played my body bringing it to such crescendo, and I wept tears of joy. For once the man with me was my match, and maybe I’d be happy or as happy as one such as I could. Being evil, I’d never felt these emotions, maybe my heart beat for someone else other than me.
Reluctantly, I left him to shower, as my body was renewed in these unfamiliar emotions, his body began the process of turning, turning into something more, something better than he had been when his life was draped around that mortal coil. This was not something I would ever understand, having been born Lycan. Caring for a half-breed was something, I’d learn to stomach. Previously the thought had been vile, but copulating with him had changed everything.
Always the over zealous one, I’d brought that passion to his bed and to his body as I had ravaged it. As his old body died to his new, I had to ensure that my new playmate would survive the night. The once and soon to be handsome again Lyndsey, looked as if he’d been mauled by a giant meat cleaver.
Not trusting his so called ‘loyal’ employees, humans knew nothing of loyalty, they bought and sold said loyalty through a variety of different means, they knew nothing of placing ones life in another’s hands, so I called in my trusted elders, to watch over him, in my ardor, I’d taken quit a hunk out of his neck, and even though it would heal - I’d just found him and I sure as hell didn’t want to lose him.
Making a fuss of what appeared to them to be my new mate, they gave him healing tonics, rubbed smelly elixirs over the cuts that now adored his incredible body.
Finally satisfied that he would in fact recover, I left to go and kill the young pup who’d betrayed me to him, regardless of the outcome; the pup had been treacherous, wasn’t born of clan and was one of the doubtful half-breeds who’d been turned without permission. After all, this was the time to show strength not a lack of it.
The pack was on edge, they knew something was different, they could feel the change, the air was full of electricity, and everything I’d ever wanted was now with the help of Lindsey, within my grasp.
I lived for the kill, and should have been more excited, but my mind was back at the penthouse with Lindsey. I suppressed a giggle wondering how much damage I’d done to that wonderful body of his and how long it would take him to recover.
As he slumbered and I waited the pack to come home, I spoke to him in my thoughts promising him things he had only dreamed of and the boy had the balls to speak back and challenge me.
Under the admiring eyes of the pack, I undressed, stood there naked in the moonlight, and slowly changed, ready for anything. Groveling, the young pup, attempted to run, but he didn’t get far. Looking at him I grinned.