Curse of the Lycan
First story ever. :O
Credit for the whole "slave" thing and the little speech a third of the way through goes to Miralage. Read up on Lycans a bit to see what I mean. The idea is very spiffy indeed.
Enjoy.
I.
Rath peered into the clearing. The large wooly bovine he'd been tracking was grazing peacefully on the soft grass. A fine meal, the cheetah thought as he raised his make-shift bow to eye level, aiming just above the creature's ribcage. The past week had been horrible for him. While being a skilled hunter, game was scarce and danger was common. This creature seemed to have survived through pure luck; and it was by pure luck Rath even found it. He thought back to his master's teachings as he pulled the arrow back, taking in a breath and letting half out before releasing his fingers. A threatening growl echoed through the forest as the arrow sailed through the air. The beast spooked and took off at full speed in the opposite direction, ignorant of the arrow embedded in it's flank. Rath cursed under his breath and turned to chase the animal but curiosity took over; he could follow the blood trail later.
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The lycanthrope snapped it's jaws at the masked assailants. More to buy itself some time to plan rather than as a form of attack. The four shady attackers jumped back in fear before slowly creeping back toward the lycanthrope with their swords drawn, each cautious step drawing them ever-closer to the powerful beast. Taking it alive was their second priority; staying alive being their first. The lycanthrope leaped at the closest attacker, grabbing his sword arm and dealing a mighty blow to his kidney. The three others jumped into action just after seeing his throat being torn out by powerful jaws. The beast picked up the fallen attacker's sword and blocked the first strike aimed to disable it's left leg. The lycanthrope moved toward it's target, putting distance between it and the two attackers behind it before grabbing him by the throat and unceremoniously hurling him at the two. They dodged the flying body but they might as well not have. The lycanthrope was on them with a choice to make: Who to kill. It drove the sword under the ribcage of the left attacker as the other found his single-edged sword facing the wrong direction. He saw his comrade being impaled and lashed out with a desperate attack, slashing the lycanthrope across the shoulder. The beast yelped in pain and failed to unhook it's sword from the newest corpse. It stepped back and fell over small incline as the last attacker brought his merciless blade up to land the final blow. The lycanthrope gasped and held her breath as her mind's eye took her through the short twenty-four years of her cursed life. With eyes held shut she imagined the wind whistling past the sword as it swung through the air.
The strike never came. She slowly opened her eyes and looked with jaw agape at the arrowhead protruding from the man's chest. She quickly got out of the way as he fell forward lifelessly and rolled down the small ditch behind her. She looked to where the arrow came from and saw what appeared to be a cheetah standing on two legs. He was well built and stood at a little over six feet, wearing a simple tanned vest and pants with various hunting tools decorating his attire. She couldn't help but admirer his yellow-orange fur and black spots despite his ability to take her life if he so chose. It was then that it dawned on her what he had done and what the curse of the lycanthrope forced her to do.
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Rath came up to another clearing. A cursory scan of the area revealed three bloodied corpses. The attacker, and likely the reason he'd be eating rabbit that night, was holding it's shoulder, blood leaking from between it's clawed fingers. It appeared to be an anthro wolf of about six feet in height but with exaggerated shoulders and heavy set arms. It had dark grey fur, matted in several places with small foliage and dirt impacted in various areas. Signs of infection across it's body were apparent; it looked to be painful. The medium sized breasts hidden by lighter chest fur and a lack of genitals told him it was female.
Rath toyed with the idea of saving this beast that had so viciously murdered three armed men. Perhaps there was a reward for her capture somewhere. His stomach growled as he remembered how close he was to eating good meat for a week. He looked back to the scene and began to hate this murderous beast for the trouble she had caused. No, he would be showing no mercy. He readied an arrow and lined his vision with that of the beast in case this last attacker was unsuccessful in killing her. He had injured her shoulder but she still had the advantage with him on the ground; sword or no sword.
Rath sighed in relief as he saw her stumble onto her back but his heart leapt to his throat as he saw the look of fear and sadness in her dark eyes. In that split second he knew he was wrong in judging the scene. The murderous beast wasn't on the ground waiting for the end, he was holding a sword ready to bring that end. Rath immediately moved his bow a quarter-inch to the left and took a sloppy shot at her attacker. The arrow landed in the attacker's back, piercing his heart and killing him instantly. Rath swelled with happiness and the prospect of saving a life gave him an ego boost. He sat there watching her for a moment before realizing that even now she may still present a large threat to his well-being. He knocked another arrow and moved slowly, holding his bow to the ground but ready to bring it up at any moment.
She stood up on shaky legs and sized Rath up as he stepped into the clearing. A half a minute passed in silence as they attempted to figure out what level of danger they were in. The lycanthrope suddenly tensed up and looked at him with wide eyes before dropping to the ground, conciousness slipping from her. Rath quickly shouldered his bow and rushed to her side, eyeing the gaping wound on her shoulder. The blood loss wasn't immediately life-threatening but the wound had to be treated quickly. He took out a few thin strips of leather from his vest and quickly wrapped them under her arm and over the shoulder wound, tying them in place. She was hoisted onto his shoulders as he began the long trip back to his camp; hunger forgotten.
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The lycanthrope's eyes shot open as a searing pain pulsed through her shoulder. She wildly tried to grab whatever it was causing her so much agony but her paw only grasped air. She sat up and saw the cheetah from the clearing standing across a small campfire; arrow drawn and ready. A quick glance at the ground revealed a crude sewing kit - he was trying to stitch the wound.
"Do you speak?" she asked. While still feminine, her voice sounded deep and throaty.
The cheetah's eyes widended. He had assumed she wasn't intelligent. Her question had caught him off guard. "Y-Yes." He replied with hesitation; the look of caution in his eyes replaced by curiosity. He took a tentative step back as she stood and grudgingly recited a short speach. It sounded prepared, reminiscent of a traveling salesman:
The ancient laws hold me to my curse,
I forever serve the one who saved my life.
By the ancient laws of magic,
My life is yours.
She couldn't help but grin at the dumbfounded look on the cheetah's face. Her grin quickly returned to a grimace when one of the loose threads in her partially stitched wound broke. She clenched her fists and teeth in pain, resisting the urge to hold her wound. She roughly slid down a small tree behind her, leaning against it and propping her arm on a rock to allow easy access to her wounded shoulder. "Please... finish." She pleaded. He stood cautiously for a few moments until worry took over. She would die without attention and her words seemed to repeatedly replay themselves within his mind. He slowly padded over to where she sat and picked up the needle, never taking his eyes from her. He removed the old stitching and resterilized the needle before wordlessly telling her he was going to start. She nodded quietly, bracing for the pain. He began, concern strewn across his face as he quickly worked to close the wound. "N-name?" she managed as the hot needle penetrated her hide. "Rath," he quietly replied. Thoughtfully he wondered what she would look like without all the dirt and grime in her fur. It was then that another, more prominent thought entered his head; one which he voiced aloud. "Did you say your life was mine?"
II.
Rath walked toward the hot spring he had frequented over the past week; the lycanthrope he had saved two weeks prior at his side. He had learned a lot about her over the two week time since they met, and although he still held an air of caution when she was around, he couldn't deny the company was a nice change; the help with hunting wasn't bad either. She told him her name was Laiv, cursed since birth as a lycan without the ability to change back into human form. Laiv told him many stories of lycanthropes being murderous untamed creatures of horror who would ravage cities, kill entire families and devour their children alive. Rath suspected exaggeration after seeing the small grins playing across her muzzle as she got into the more horrific details. That and she was a lycan herself.
They reached the hot spring and Rath guestured her in. Over the past week, he had been cleaning the dirt and grime that had embedded itself not only into her fur, but into the hide itself. It had been a tough job even looking for a place to start. They decided her arms would be a good start and began to scrub it out, but her hide had become more and more tender the longer Rath cleaned. After finishing she was bleeding in several areas; the job taking far longer than originally expected. He worked from the top down, avoiding her more private areas; mainly because they were clean (whew!).
He watched her as she walked into the warm water, the cleaned fur waving softly with each movement in an almost hypnotic fashion. He blinked and waded in a bit deeper, his member poking slightly out of his sheath slightly before being hidden within the confines of the dark, warm water. Mentally he wondered how these feelings could have ever crossed his mind; "she's a beast!" he scolded, his erection only getting larger as he scanned her body. He searched her eyes for any signs of discontent as she lay down on her back and closed her eyes. Rath had no problem with her trying to enjoy the experience; Having fur in that shape for that long could be nothing short of agonizing. She winced slightly as his hands began to slowly loosen the dirt and grime from her powerful legs. He mentally dismissed the thought of sex as the task at hand presented itself (despite the task at hand).
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Laiv relaxed in the natural bath while Rath carefully cleaned her legs. Despite being his slave, he didn't treat her anything like one. She felt more like a cabinmate or even a friend. The offer to clean her fur suprised her, but it didn't take much coaxing to get her to accept; her fur had been painful for years. The thought of being frequently rubbed down by the handsome cheetah wasn't a bad prospect either. Laiv was looking more and more like a female every day; a nice change from the appearance of a monster she held not too long ago. She still felt far from beautiful and secretly wished Rath's intentions were less noble.
"I want to thank you again for this.." Laiv began, "it feels amazing not having to feel pain every time I move."
Rath showed her smile full of fangs and rolled her onto her stomach. "Happy to do it," he chimed, "you'll look stunning after we're finished." Her ears perked up at this. 'Stunning?' She thought, 'What I would give to look stunning..'
She didn't notice his erection deep under water, nor his stolen glances under her tail.
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Rath worked silently to clean the last few spots of her fur that needed cleaning. Over those past couple of weeks, the change had been miraculous. Her fur was growing in swiftly as the Summer began to fade into Autumn. The dark grey fur was turning lush and uniform, a far cry from the matted, irregular fur it once was.
Despite her performed upper body, she was definately feminine. He would occasionally attempt to peak under her tail but mentally slap himself when he felt his erection grow harder. Over the past half hour or so, it had grown to it's full eight inches; he would definately be having wet dreams tonight. Thankfully the water masked his scent.
Thoughtfully he wondered what her reaction would be if he moved his hand those five tiny inches from her thigh. He moved almost subconciously, not thinking of the consequences. Four inches. His mind only heard her crying out his name in pleasure. Three. His erection throbbed as he pictured himself on her back, pistoning in and out of her with instinctual lust only a predator could achieve. Two...
"Why'd you stop?" She asked politely and looked back. He shook his head as if trying to get water out of his ears, hiding his erection further under the dark waters of the spring. If he didn't have fur to hide his embarrassment, she would have known. "I-I was just lost in thought." He began working on a new area of her fur by way of apology. She smiled with an amused expression and rested her head back onto the warm rock, resigning herself to sleeping through the dull pain she felt in her legs.
He knew he could force her to do it with an order; she was his to command after all. It just didn't feel right; like having a slave in the first place. The only order he had given her was to stop calling him master.
III.
Rath's eyes slid open but were immediately shut as the sun poured into them. The last few nights he had woken up sore with nearly ruined sheets from the near-constant dreams of a certain Lycan. 'Why is this happening?' He pleaded, 'Is this the curse?' His mind wandered back to his last dream. They were in a field; snow falling around them at every angle. The only dry spot on the field being the location of their carnal desires, their body heat warming the area. A smile crept to his muzzle as he thought how absurd the dream was.
"What are you smiling about?" Laiv teased, tearing him from his thoughts. He wordlessly told her it was nothing and watched her prepare some meat for breakfast. The thought of how beautiful she was came to mind. Her fur had fully grown back and was almost silver in the sunlight peaking through the open holes on the roof. It wasn't the type of beauty one would see and want to spend a night with for a few romps in a comfortable bed; it was the type that one would only notice after spending a good amount of time with, but once realized, couldn't be denied. Rath felt a sudden urge to be close to her; to feel her against him. Memories of the hot spring came to mind as he stood up and moved behind her.
"I was just thinking of someone." Answering her previous question with words. She was startled slightly, realization that he had gotten up and had moved close to her setting in. She turned to make room for him but was only welcomed into his arms. He kissed her fully on the lips and pulled her tightly to his body, dimly aware that this was not how he planned it.
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Laiv was taken aback by her master's sudden embrace, but wasted no time adjusting to the feel of it and kissing back with just as much passion. A few moments passed and she didn't want it to end. She mentally asked herself if he thought she was attractive; she didn't want to hear the answer. Rath pulled away and she reluctantly let go, but immediately pulled him back for another. She silently hoped she wasn't going too far as she pushed her tongue at his lips. He flinched a bit, nearing throwing her nerves out the door. She gasped through her nose as his muzzle finally opened, permitting her long tongue access. She licked along his sharp canines and moaned as she felt his tongue lightly wrestle with hers. The moments drew on almost endlessly, but it wasn't long enough. Again they reluctantly pulled away and looked into each other's eyes, searching for answers. "Gods you're beautiful," he whispered. Her eyes lit up and began to water.
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Rath couldn't have been more suprised. Not only did she accept his impromptu advances, she kissed back with more passion than he knew she had. The kiss was wonderful; her tongue like velvet gliding through his mouth. They broke the embrace and his knees almost gave on the spot. Her eyes showed happiness, adoration, and lust.
Without words, he quickly took her hand and offered the door. They stepped out and headed for their favorite place.
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Rath and Laiv arrived at the hot springs, almost panting from the brisk walk. They kissed deeply; Rath's hands gliding over Laiv's figure, feeling the lush dark fur that was once so hideous. They had shed their clothing on the way, feeling an urgency to make love as if they wouldn't get another chance. He began to kiss down her body, nipping softly at her neck and stopping at her chest fur, inhaling her scent deeply. He continued to her chest, lifting the dark grey chest fur to expose her soft breasts, briefly cupping them within his palms before touching his tongue to her sensitive nipple. He worked on each nipple tenderly, eliciting low moans and growls from Laiv.
Laiv moved toward the water, trying her best to act seductive as she slowly entered the warm bath. Rath's tail swished back and forth as he watched her sexy form, memories coming back as her lush fur made hypnotic waves under the water. He moved into her sweet embrace, slightly extracting his claws and raking her sides lightly. They kissed deeply, Rath's fully erect member sliding against her sex. A trace of uneasiness worked it's way into her features as she felt the his barbed appendage for the first time. Rath smiled reassuringly and licked her nose, laying her onto the warm stone so she was only halfway underwater. He kissed down her body and deeply inhaled the scent of her arousal. His mind began to cloud over as instinct took over, blocking most rational thought with a single command: Mate. He lightly licked around her folds, tasting traces of her arousal, clouding his mind further until he could barely control himself. It didn't matter; he didn't want to control himself. He dove between her soft lips, pushing his slightly rough tongue deep to taste more of her sweet nectar.
Laiv was in ecstasy. These pleasures were all new to her and having this wonderful cheetah giving them to her was more than enough to set her off into several small orgasms. Low growls and moans could be heard around the hot spring as he pleasured her, paying special attention to the small nub of skin above her glistening slit. He started purring, sending vibrations into her sweet folds, pushing Laiv over the edge into a heated orgasm, feeding the fire that burned within her.
She pulled him up to her, licking the juices from his muzzle before pulling him into a deep embrace, his member gently sliding against her sex. She spread her strong legs for him invitingly but clamped them around his hips in pain at the feeling of her virginity being taken. Rath barely fought his insticts to forcefully take her and shut his eyes tight to wait out her pain. A short time passed until she began to rock her hips against his, letting the pain work itself out. Rath started with slow, strong thrusts, barely touching her cervix before pulling out and entering again. Both growled in pure bliss as they slowly worked themselves into a fast-paced rhythm of pure lust.
The warm water splashing between them only added to the moisture and heat as he pistoned in and out of her, taking her through multiple orgasms, staining the water a murky white until the natural drain could clear it. He leaned down and took the scruff of her neck within his jaws; the feeling of being dominated by her lover sending her over the edge. She arched her back hard and roared, her walls clenching almost unbearably tight onto the invading member as the pleasure washed over her. His member began to twitch against her tunnel, quickly unloading his essence into the lycan. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deep inside; the soft barbs of his member locking them in place. She selfishly hoped she would have his cubs as his warm semen splashed against her cervix. Coming down from her peak, all previous doubts of her beauty were completely forgotten.
Rath collapsed to Laiv's side, pulling her toward him in loving embrace. Panting hard, they looked into each others' eyes with complete adoration. He began to purr as she snuggled up close to him, content to lie there with her old friend, and new lover.