Memento Mori -- Chapter 15
#3 of Eben Black Series -- Memento Mori
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I kissed Kane a third time, our mouths moulded together and the kiss deepened as Kane's hands slipped down the back of the bottoms and squeezed the mounds of my ass. He kneaded them and plucked them were skill, while I pulled him back and lay down on my back, my upper body pressed to his as I wrapped my legs around him and began to grind my most intimate area against his. He shuddered through the kiss and broke it, breathless for a mere moment. Adelheid looked up from that metaphorical ocean and smiled before turning and disappearing once more. This was what we both needed now, some form of stability. I ran my hands through the black fur and traced my thumb along the fine, slender scar that ran down Kane's eye. He flinched no more as he leaned down and began lapping and kissing down my neck. He worked his way lower and lower until he pulled down the waistband of the bottoms and freed me from their silken prison. I gazed down the line of my body as he exposed my member and squeezed it gently in one hand, while he pushed the bottoms down and off my legs altogether. I was nude under him as he raised my legs over his shoulders and began licking along my inner thighs, kneading them in his hands as he looked up and met my gaze with those ruby-red eyes.
He licked along my thigh line, working closer and closer until I was resting against his face. He turned and trailed one tongue over one of my furred orbs, the sensation of having him taste me with that flat tongue sent shivers up and down my spine, making me arch my back and ball the sheets in my hands as I moaned my pleasure. I ran hands through the head fur again as he drew me into his muzzle and suckled slow and deep. He took my entire thick length inside his mouth and rolled his tongue over the shaft, while his throat accommodated my member's head. Where had he learned this? I shuddered again as the beginnings of my orgasm washed over me and enveloped us in that delicious warmth that comes from excellent foreplay. I bowed again as he drew me almost out of his muzzle and then sank back, taking me again. He repeated this over and over again, each time adding to that orgasm, his technique, his suction, his tongue massaging my member, all of it made me feel intense with the pleasure as it racked through me.
He slipped me from his muzzle and crawled up my body, kissing me deep, his hands found mine and he pushed them back over my head. He held them one-handed in a vice-like grip as he crawled further up my naked form, he had slept naked and was now immense and hard. He crouched over my mouth and with his free hand pointed his member downward. He offered himself to me, and like a good puppy I opened my muzzle and accepted all of his length. He wasn't as large as Snow was, or Basil, but he was a close third, but then again he also had the immense thickness that they had, and deep down the bulk was more important than the length anytime. I sucked on him as he had pleasured me, slow and deep, using my tongue to caress the sides as I gazed up at him and watched him shudder as I had done. He looked down at me and his eyes had turned true crimson, flaring like they had when the beast inside him had overthrown him and his Level Three capabilities had maddened him. He was not maddened with bloodlust now though, just maddened with the desire and need of any mating werewolf. He thrust his hips, he gripped my headfur and pulled me against him as he fucked my mouth. I'd never had anyone do this before, and while I tried to accommodate his length and width at the same time, I had to swallow down the saliva build up. His hips bucked as if he were truly penetrating me. His thrusts ragged, desperate, almost animalistic. He released my imprisoned hands and knelt over my chest, he held me between his hands and fucked me again and again, pushing as deep as he could go. He growled deep and thrust twice more, I gazed up at him as rope after rope of wolf seed spilled across my tongue. I myself throbbed against my chest, but remained untouched, unsatisifed as Kane let go of my head and let his member slip from my mouth. I swallowed down his load and gazed up at him. I had never experienced anything like that before. I'd pleasured males orally to orgasm before, but had never been fucked like that. I crawled back a little, half my body still underneath Kane as he stradled me, looking down on me, his eyes still that furious crimson. He moved down my body, not breaking the eye contact we had until he was beyond my waist. It was then he turned me onto my front. He gripped me by the sides and lifted me, bringing my backside against his member. He was still hard and wet from his earlier orgasm.
I looked back over my shoulder as Kane smeared what was left of his seed over my exposed opening. He then raised one leg and pushed his member's head against my tight hole. He gripped my shoulder one-handed, while that other hand guided in that thick heat. He slipped inside thanks to the lubrication of wolf seed, and then sank deeper and deeper, that persistent growl deep in his chest as he penetrated me. I shuddered and actually whined with all the pleasure and pain riding me. My orgasm shuddered deep inside and threatened to overflow, as he began a slow pace, his hips bucking and those crimson eyes watching me with that bestial lust again. I wanted him so badly it was almost impossible for me to even comprehend him stopping. His thrusts became deeper and harder, each thrust almost trying to push right through me. His hands moved down my back and gripped the mounds of my ass. I moaned as he ground them together, making me tighter as he bucked like some kind of feral beast into me. He grunted and groaned, his dominant self penetrating and pleasuring me all the while. I ran my hands down the thick sheets and clawed at them as he pounded into me, making the bed actually shake with each push of his hips. His movements blurred as he truly fucked me, again and again his penetrations rocked me, made me daze a little. The wolf that had been depressed and defeated had traded places with this feral, dominant beast. I looked back and gave Kane the full weight of my gaze, he grinned, he actually grinned as he pulled me back to meet his thrusts.
The orgasm smashed into me like a battering ram, as Kane did the same. Rope after rope of spunk spilled across the bed under me as I bucked with Kane's penetrative thrust. He waited for the shudders to subside, and then that wolf lifted me, pulled me back against him, so that the line of our bodies were aligned. He ran one hand up my stomach to my chest, while his other trailed down and gripped me on the inner thigh where the leg and groin meet. He held me there as his thrusts deepened and stopped, he jack-hammered me with short, sharp thrusts and growled as he leaned his head against mine. His thrusts almost broke me in two when he finally let out a howl and for a second time spilled a thick, searing hot load inside me. He held me as he shook with the second orgasm, this one more fierce than the one before. The world swam as something else happened. The bed buckled and the walls of the room splintered as if a dozen blades had slashed across them. Kane released me and I dropped to the bed as he pulled out of me and kneeled there, lost for a moment in wake of his own abilities. He looked at me, his eyes it seemed had flared once more and then darkened to their original brown shade. He exhaled and his breath clouded. His beast had been raised and in turn Adelheid had also been raised. Kane let himself collapse and braced all his taller frame on his forearms as he looked at me from inches away. He considered me for a moment and then said something I never expected.
"I love you."
I looked up at him as he lowered himself and kissed me chaste and gentle. It reminded me of how Snow kissed me after sex, or how Donovan used to kiss me in general.
He pulled back and watched me with an almost content expression, then his eyes went serious and he looked up and across the bedroom.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"A new smell." His voice was still hoarse from his howl.
"A new smell?" I repeated, "What does that mean?"
"No. Not new. Familiar." He looked down at me and then sprang up from the bed. He went to the drawer and slipped on some black boxer-briefs, before walking back to the bed and grabbing the sheathed blade he'd bound.
"Kane, wait, who is it?" I asked as I rolled and spilled off the bed, yanking on my own bottoms as I watched him stalk toward the bedroom door.
He looked back and the look alone should've told me what was wrong. "I could smell her scent on you when Basil brought you all back from the penthouse a few days ago," he explained in a hushed tone.
I thought about that and then realised who she was.
Kane and I found the two armed tigers asleep in the corridor when we headed out. Both were deep asleep and we couldn't wake them up. Kane scouted the rooms where the others should've been staying but found nobody. The wolf even checked Maximillian's room. No Maximillian and no Nirvana either. He peeked round the corner at the end of the corridor and gestured for me to follow, that sheathed blade still in hand. I rushed to meet him as we let out identical held breaths. This was bad. No one was to be seen and Kane could smell someone dangerous in the manor house. I scented the air and could smell nothing. Some wereanimals had heightened smell, some of us had not acquired that, and had instead acquired the power to forge ice in our bare hands. Right now, Kane's abilities were much more useful than my ice sculpting skills. He lead me throughout the manor house to where the scent was coming from. The dining room. He stepped up to the double doors and the sound that met us was one of a woman moaning in sheer pleasure.
Kane and I exchanged a look and then he opened the door. The dining room had been trashed. The table lay in ruin and most of the chairs had been obliterated. The one chair that remained was sat in front of the fireplace, sat in the seat was Sawyer, bound, gagged and barely conscious. He was naked, hard, and the she-wolf Helena was riding him, taking him and effectively raping him. She trailed her hands along his bare chest as she threw her head back and howled with pleasure. She looked down at her barely conscious captive, who winced as she pushed a hand against the bloodied shoulder that she wounded again. She tossed her hair and looked back as we entered. I took a step forward, but Kane's hand braced on my shoulder stopped me dead.
"There's someone else here," he scented the air again and looked around, scanning the dining room. The only light came from the fireplace, but still corners were shadowed and darkened.
"I hope you don't mind me barging in like this. But I simply had to have some fun with this pussycat again," she grinned as she rode Sawyer slow. Each drop of his hips made her giggle, or squeal with pleasure.
"Sawyer? Let him go, now!" Kane demanded as he raised that sword one-handed.
"Hang on!" she demanded, raising a finger and wagging it at Kane, "He's almost done." And with that Sawyer tensed and moaned into the gag he'd been bound with. Helena sat there for a moment, then slipped off of him. She'd not worn underwear, but the French-maid's outfit she'd donned allowed her to freely fuck without losing any clothes.She'd worn the attire with spiked collar and six inch heels, all done in black. She tossed her hair again and ran a hand over her stomach. Her gleeful smile turned serious as she stared down at Sawyer and whispered, "Your gonna be a daddy soon."
Sawyer managed to wriggle from the gag and grinned up at the she-wolf in front of him. "Is that what your hoping for?" he growled.
She nodded and had an almost loving expression sprawled across her face. "I have heard about what you can do. I wanted to see what our children would look like. Our babies," she cooed.
Sawyer reared his head back and laughed, a deep, rolling laughter that I'd once feared, and even now found almost eerie to hear.
"What? What are you laughing at!" she snarled, looking shocked by Sawyer's laughter.
"Stupid bitch! I had a vesectomy a year ago. I'm as sterile as a fucking nun, bitch!" he snarled back.
Helena's hand swang outward, and in one slap sent Sawyer skidding across the floor, his body still bound and carrying the chair behind him.
"Foolish, fucking, animal!" she screamed as she stalked toward Sawyer, aiming for another blow.
"That's enough!" Kane shouted. He crossed the room in a black blur and stood between Helena and Sawyer.
"Oh my! Here to save your boyfriend?" she demanded with a high-pitched squeal.
"Something like that!" he growled back. He grinned and raised his sheathed blade. That pressure around him pulsated and the rope that tied his sword shut snapped. He slipped the blade free from its scabbard. He stabbed down with the scabbard and it pierced the carpeted floor, standing to attention. He turned his body and held his blade behind him. "You don't even comprehend what's going to happen, do you!" he snarled.
"I think it should be you, who doesn't comprehend what's happening! Haven't you wondered where your friends are?" she squealed. "The cheetah? The lions? The tigers?"
"The black tigers are all unconscious. How?" I demanded.
"Oh no, no, no, that was not me, but I know who did do that! And I know where your friends have been taken too," she grinned as she pirouetted and bowed like a true ballerina.
"Jasper took them," Sawyer growled as he looked up at the she-wolf with a furious glare.
She pouted and then said, "Spoil sport. I should've killed you a long time ago, you big meanie!"
He grinned and said, "Feelings mutual, trust me."
"She blocking your powers again?" Kane demanded.
"Yeah, the fucked up bitch seems to have taken...a liking to me," he growled.
"Good. I'll see if we can knock her concentration a bit!"
Kane launched and disappeared for a second. He reappeared standing behind Helena, he swung his blade outward and turned as blood blossomed from Helena's chest and spattered the ground. She doubled over as Kane turned to face her back. He looked down on her with a blank expression, and kicked the back of her knee. She dropped and wailed with pain as Kane crouched beside her and thrust his sword down. The blade sank into her hand and the weapon pinned her to the carpeted floor. She wailed in pain as blood swelled and pooled around her hand. Kane grinned and twisted the blade as she winced and screamed again. He glanced over at Sawyer and his bonds broke. I could feel that pressure swimming around the room, more tame than before, but still there, menacingly lurking invisible to the naked eye. Sawyer got to his hands and knees and yanked the gag from around his mouth. I ran to his side and helped him stand, I swung his arm over my shoulders and helped him stand.
"Has her control over you stopped?" Kane demanded.
Sawyer flexed his hand and closed his eyes. He opened them and that piercing yellow screamed freedom. He nodded and Kane grinned again.
He twisted the blade again, the sudden movement drawing another scream from the she-wolf's mouth as tears streamed down her face. "I need you to answer some questions for me. Where has Jasper taken them?"
"N-No! I can't tell you that! H-He'll have me killed!" she wailed back.
"And we won't kill you? You tortured and raped one of our comrades, one of our lovers!" he lied about the last part to stress her situation, "By rights we should behead you right now."
"P-Please! N-N-No! Jasper told m-me to!" she whimpered.
"Not a good enough reason to harm our people!" he yanked the blade free as he stood and kicked her onto her back. He stood over her and stabbed downward. I closed my eyes. I opened them to more screams of pain as that blade penetrated her shoulder. It pinned her as Kane released the sword and stepped back from her. "Now tell me where he took them! Or I let Sawyer handle you!" Kane snarled, "And trust me, you've pissed him off. He'll kill you good and slow!"
Sawyer grinned at the prospect.
Helena looked at us all in turn and glanced at the blade piercing her shoulder. She made to move her other hand to free the blade, but something rushed over her and her hand was pinned against the floor. Three deep wounds blossomed, one in her palm, one at her elbow joint and one at her other shoulder. Invisible blades. She screamed again, a blood-curdling scream that I couldn't bear to listen to. I considered leaving, but Kane must've noticed that doubt in my eyes.
"No, Eben!" he growled deep. He focused on Helena, but the warning was enough. This needed to be done to save the ones we loved. "You won't answer me? Fine. Sawyer!" Kane walked forward and yanked his blade free again as Helena rolled onto her side. She glanced at Sawyer and then staggered to her feet and ran.
Sawyer watched her and grinned again. He raised his hand and a second later an iron maiden rose from the ground, open wide and standing before Helena, she ran right into it and as she turned around Sawyer clasped his hand shut. The iron maiden slammed shut and Helena's screams filled the room. She thumped on the inside.
"The pool! Jasper took them to the pool! Please!" she wailed.
Kane nodded to me and Sawyer and ran for the door. He'd scout ahead while we followed. I helped Sawyer limp toward the door. Helena's screams echoed behind us.
"She's annoying me," he growled. He turned and snapped his fingers. A disturbing squelching noise filled the room, as Helena's screams stopped. Blood pooled around the iron maiden as Sawyer turned his back on the enormous metallic structure. I dared not ask what had happened, but Sawyer saw the question there in my eyes and answered, "That particular iron maiden has spikes that criss-cross and skewer whoever is inside. Pure silver. She's dead."
"Oh, okay then," I replied. We continued following behind Kane. I hoped Aleksander and the others were safe. I really hoped no one else had to die. Except perhaps Jasper.