Interval II: The Deer
#2 of Venator
Note: Story contains biting, blood-letting, and murder. Small amount of swearing. Interval II: The Deer Volchonik crouched beside a tree trunk, a bush pulled up in front of him, his knees pressed up against snow. He breathed slowly, exhaling through his nose so that the mist of his breath wouldn't give him away. His senses had slightly dulled over the past several hours, but he remained vigilant through the monotonous passing of time. The sun was starting to set and the entire forest had been cast in shadow. The fleeting rays of light were hidden behind gray clouds, and indeed, the sky today had turned gray in dense fog. The air smelled of rain, the chill had numbed his paws until they felt as if on fire whenever they touched something. For the most part however, he didn't move, as still as the snow beneath him. His coarse fur blended into the gray trunk behind him, his ears were alert, mind jumping to every sound. Not twenty meters from him was a well worn trail, packed hard by many hikers, travelers, and people in general. It certainly worked well enough for his purposes. Two others had already passed, neither suitable. And it was getting late now... The shadows lengthened, slowly darkened. The snow seemed to turn radiant amidst the dark-blue scenery. Somewhere, an owl called. A branch rustled. And finally, after remaining still for hours on end, he heard the distant crunch of snow. His heart instantly sped up with adrenaline, his mind focusing on the sound. It was faint, and somewhat slow, someone walking casually, somewhere to the South-East, to the left and behind his position. Volchonik slowly settled back against the tree, sinking lower, making himself smaller as his form blended down into the shadows below. Despite the beating of his heart, his breathing shortened, taking in short, minuscule breaths through his nose, rapidly breathing in breaths so shallow his chest hardly rose at all. He didn't sit down; his paws remained flat on the ground, ready to spring up at a moments notice. Minutes ticked by, the seconds passing slowly to him. The footsteps grew louder, coming up behind him with casual laziness. The crunching of snow vanished, replaced by the sound of impact on hard dirt. That wasn't the sound of bare paws-either hooves or boots, definitely following the trail. Maybe....maybe. The steps were maybe twenty, twenty-five meters behind him now, and twenty meters to his left, when he got the first whiff of scent in the air. Fur, flesh...feminine. He shrank down so low he was practically hugging the ground, and the traveler finally walked by the tree where he hid, still on the trail. Only his eyes moved, taking in the form, and his body instantly sped into overdrive with tension. He took it all in, the light brown fur over the back, sides, patches of lighter colored fur over the stomach and forearms, the short tail, flashed with white. Lightly clothed, walking upright, glancing around with the slight tension of nervousness, worried about the nighttime. Volchonik caught a brief glimpse of her light brown eyes, the curve of her covered breasts, and then she was walking past, her back to him now. Lucky...very lucky. She was young to be sure, the Doe. It was the young, energetic life in her that caused her to look around warily. She didn't wear much, not many people did out in the rural towns by the wilderness. Indeed, most people felt the need to wear only enough to make themselves decent. Hind paws were often left bare too. The Doe wore only a tan sleeveless shirt that terminated below the ribs, and a pair of light shorts. She was beautiful too. Slender, but not too thin. Her muscles were elegant beneath the skin, her motions bound by a fluid grace. Despite her uneasiness at her present situation, she still walked with a slight spring in her step, still relaxed for the most part. And though she didn't feel quiet safe at the moment, she had no idea just how right that feeling was. Volchonik's heart was beating fast, adrenaline already starting to surge through his system. He'd hunted hundreds, no, thousands of times before. But never on another person. Never on another intelligent being. There was people, and then there were animals, and though he lived on the edge and hunted to survive, he'd always hunted the dull ones, those that were prey in every sense of the word. Although the young girl before him was still prey by her race, she was alive and intelligent, just like him. He'd never been a sadist, not a killer--it made him uncomfortable. It wasn't enough to make him hesitate. He knew what he wanted, knew what he needed. But he wouldn't bring himself to harm her anymore than needed. Which was strange, considering that the very act he was about to do was something most would consider a grave enough sin to warrant execution. The Hell with it... Volchonik remained crouched in the shadow for several moments, letting the girl get some distance from him. He needed some room to work with, the farther away he was the quicker he could get to an advantageous position. He let her get about thirty meters away, and then slowly stood upright, his muscles numb from remaining in the same position for so long. He stretched slightly, his eyes constantly focused on the smooth curve of the girl's back. A second later he crouched down slightly and moved off, moving in an arc away from the trail. As he moved farther away, he picked up his pace, making slightly more noise, which was compensated for by his distance from the trail. The trees blended into dark stalks striped with faint light, hiding him. The forest felt good beneath his paws, a sensual massage of cold snow and hard dirt and twigs. The breeze snaked through his fur, rubbing against his body with fresh coolness. The old feelings were all coming back, and though is conscious was completely focused on the immediate task, his subconscious was already salivating, and in a different kind of hunger. He moved quickly, and in less than a minute was curving back along the arc, back to the trail. He slowed down a bit, moving with gentle, controlled motions. He brought each paw down gently, stepping onto the outside of the paw and slowly putting the rest of his weight on it, ready to step back the instant he felt a fragile stick beneath the tough pads. Finally, he stopped right beside the trail, ahead of the girl. He stood right behind a tree, crouched down low. The girl couldn't see him from the side because of other tree around him, and she wouldn't see him when she walked past either, because he was on the other side of the tree trunk. He was downwind. He could hear her walking steadily, coming closer now, blissfully unaware that her next few minutes would be the last remotely pleasant ones she'd feel. Volchonik's tension was practically pulsing. He felt everything pressing into his hind paws, all the coolness against his fur, the nighttime smells, the scent of the young girl. He felt his own excitement as well, his tongue licked up along his muzzle, his heart beat harder. It wasn't just the tension of such a hunt, however it might have been, but of what he was about to do. The girl was young, pretty, and very elegant. The near future was enough to elicit his own sexual excitement; he'd never even considered doing something so brutal before, it wasn't in his nature, but now he didn't have much of a choice in the matter, and he wanted her, bad enough to salivate, enough to start getting hard. Oh he wouldn't go as far as he could, but he'd definitely do it now. Any previous morality was dropping now, lost in the moment now that he was so close. He became a rather different person in those few moments. Desire was enough to do that, and his extended far beyond mere sexual gratification. It wasn't just lust for power or life, but it was a lust for blood, something he'd never wanted before. His claws slowly extended, the young Doe very close now. Just by the tree, and then she was level with him. Another moment and she walked past again, her back to him. He saw the curve of her shoulders, practically tasted the blood flowing through her. And then he moved. What happened next happened very fast. * * * He spun away from the tree, instantly stepping out onto the beaten trail. She heard, started to turn, saw the black-gray blur, and his fangs sank deep into her shoulder, her flesh instantly flaring in sharp, burning pain. His body slammed into hers a moment later. She yelped once in a mixture of surprise and pain, pushed back beyond her balance, and fell over onto her back as he tackled her. She reflexively tried to cry out in an instant moment of terror, but only managed a jagged gasp as his weight crushed the air from her lungs. The Wolf's arms were around her back, squeezing her in locked embrace, as his teeth bore deeper. Blood welled up around the ivory white, trickling down along the contour of her shoulder. She instantly struggled out of pure fear. A whirlwind of thoughts tore through her mind, she was attacked, she was going to die, a wild wolf, prey, bitten, eaten, swallowed, devoured--another second and those teeth would tear into her neck and-- She flailed underneath him, striking him on the side. He simply kept her in the painful embrace, his eyes squeezed tight with ecstasy, his canine fangs locked into her flesh. He didn't feel the blows, just marveled in that incredible rush of sensation as the crimson blood poured around his teeth, coating his pink tongue scarlet. In an instant, instinctual drive of lust he thrust his body against hers, pressing his weight onto her in a forceful shove, trying to bite deeper, to envelope her. She didn't cry out this time, she screamed in a mix of shock, pain, and fear. Her shoulder burned in a sharp pulsing pain, and it just hurt, hurt so much that she couldn't think anymore, could hardly feel anything but the hot, dominating weight on her. Her back pressed painfully into the dirt, struggling to breath, her body bucking beneath him. Her arms wrapped around his back in an impulsive motion, not thinking about it, not capable to think through the instant rush of hot agony. The writhing motion beneath him only enticed him further, his cock rock hard, rubbing against her inner thigh. She never hadn't even considered his actual intention, just thought that he wanted to kill her and tear into her and...and... The Wolf's eyes opened slowly, the pupils so sharp in the gold surrounding them, so intentional and powerful, so powerful they were practically evil. He slowly pulled his teeth from her shoulder, bringing an instant wave of pain to flow through the existing torment. She continually moaned in high pitched painful cries, her eyes already squeezed shut, tears welling up, resigned to her immediate fate. She heard a quiet chuckle, and then his muzzle pressed against her open jaw, his hot tongue sliding along her lips. His clutches were suddenly gentle, no longer so harsh and painful. She felt a paw slide along her back and slip under her shorts, clutching her buttock. He broke the kiss and leaned back slightly, and she opened her eyes, breathing in short, jagged gasps. Both the pain, and the sudden warm feeling spreading through her as his other paw ran up along her stomach and slipped beneath her shirt, circling over her breasts. Her vision was blurred, and then he squeezed her buttock, hard. The claws dug into the brown fur, puncturing the skin beneath it as blood welled up in five points. The pain was sharp, but with the kiss, and the massage of her breast, she felt the pain in a different way. Her vision focused for a second, and she saw the face of her attacker for the first time. The sight was frightening. His eyes were a beautiful gold, but so vicious, and his muzzle was soaked in red, dripping blood. Her blood. She didn't have the will to move. Her arms felt heavy, her willpower had been crushed with the tearing bite, and she didn't have the ability to build it up again. In a way, she didn't even want to. His paw slid further along her breast, turned upward, and tore back in a raking motion against the shirt. The claws shredded through the material and he flipped it aside, exposing her breasts to him. Her chest had been clothed in white fur, it was now soaked in a dark crimson. The Wolf didn't hesitate, leaning down and lapping at the bloodied breasts, the silky tongue pushing up against them, willing her into complacency as his other paw continued to clutch and massage her ass. Incredibly, she was growing wet. She understood what was happening, but her mind was dulled, as if hypnotized. He continued to lap up that bitter, metallic taste, her breasts tingled, and his paw suddenly jerked in a sharp motion along her hip. The shorts tore apart with a painful jerk against her hip, and then any pretense of gentleness vanished. His crimson jaws pressed down on hers, her moans turning into ones of hurt and scared arousal. She felt his silky tongue slip inside her mouth, loved it, and hated it. She tasted her own blood, his tongue smearing it inside her mouth. She didn't know how to feel, she was hurt, in pain, but being taken. She didn't know what she was supposed to feel, but she did know what her body felt, and that was an intense, terrible joy, arousal at this sudden helplessness. Her fur was growing damp across her thighs, her body wanting this powerful animal to take her. The moment lasted less than a second. In the next one, she felt something wet and hard press against her pussy, knew it, and he thrusted into her so sharply she yelled in pain, pulled away from his jaws. He pressed back against her lips, continuing to kiss her, to lick inside her as tears of sheer pain welled in her eyes. He shoved himself completely inside her, all the way up to his own body. It was big, such that she would have loved to fuck with him normally, but he was thrusting fast, and hard, pushing so deep inside her that every thrust wracked her form with pain. He didn't let him pull her mouth away from his, but she yelled in pain and instant pleasure, the moans muffled against his mouth. Blood trickled down her shoulder, streaming down across her stomach. She could feel him rubbing against the tissue inside her, pumping his hard cock into her again and again. It hurt in a stinging, burning way, but it felt so damned good, so big and he was so powerful. And her helplessness, she just wanted to be taken somehow. Every thrust brought a yelp of pain. Small trickles of blood were starting to leak around his penis, streaming from the scratched abrasions along her pussy, mixing with the clear liquid of her arousal. Slowly, surely, the pain numbed, faded, and was replaced by a sensation she knew all too well. Her cries turned from blissful agony to simple begging, her arms wrapped around his back, she kissed him back with force. Had she been able to speak, she might have yelled at him to take her and fuck her and make her his. Her body was practically gushing around the powerful muscle that was his cock, red blood and clear lubrication streaming over his buttocks, lubricating her tail hole. His cock pounded into her smoothly now, pushing aside the slick muscle as he thrusted into her wet body. Pre-cum leaked from him, flowing into the cocktail of blood and fluid inside her. His tongue worked over hers as her cries started to escalate. The Wolf growled in a pleasurable noise that might have been a purr. He could feel himself sliding closer to the brink, started to thrust faster and even harder. Her legs surely would have been bruised by now, the light brown fur along her thighs was so soaked it appeared black in the moonlight. She yelled out with every thrust and he liked the sound, liked to hear her scream in pain or pleasure, liked her body bucking beneath his. His paw pressed against her back, between the shoulder blades, and the claws cut through the soft fur and into her back, bringing fresh blood up. She yelled in a continuous moaning cry, and he ran his pawn down her back, the claws scratching deep along the flesh. He broke the kiss, licked roughly along her cheek, hugged her tight, and thrust himself into her with such force that her cries turned to ones mixed in agony once again. Her muscles contorted around his cock, he felt himself start to tip over as she cried out in orgasm, and he unloaded his hot seed into her body. The young doe spasmed under him in wave after wave of pleasure as she climaxed. She felt the heat inside her body, felt the pulsing spray as his seed splashed against her walls. Her front torso was completely covered in red, her thighs were too. His pink cock was now crimson and shining with her liquid lust. He continued to thrust into her throughout, spraying more semen into her with every motion, pleasure pulsing into her with it. Her eyes were squeezed shut with it, her mind lost in the mix of heaven and hell. The Wolf pressed himself on top of her, his maroon jaws closing around her throat. He squeezed gently, she groaned in it, he felt the desire, felt his own pleasure and love and lust. And there was just one thing he wanted to do so much, that he had to do, to complete his pleasure. He just somehow knew that if he did it he'd actually climax, not just come but practically bathe in something he wanted so bad, so pleasurable. He felt the pulsing of her blood against his jaws, his tongue lapped up along her throat as the jaws slowly pressed harder. He wanted it, oh how he needed it, needed that life-flow as she hugged herself to the source of what was easily the greatest pleasure she'd ever felt. He bit down, his canines sliced through the slender membrane of her skin, sinking right into the artery. Instantly an intense, un-definable tsunami of pleasure injected into him, spreading in a wave through his maw, down his throat, burning into his stomach. The girls eyes opened in a moment of surprise, and was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from her pussy as the muscles contracted yet again, milking his cock for every drops worth. She hardly felt the stinging pressure around her throat now. The blood poured in a river from either side of her neck, his tongue lashing against her throat, licking it up, swallowing it down inside. The ecstasy in his body grew, so much so that he felt nothing, not even the pleasure in his cock that now seemed so feeble. The blood streamed from the four holes in her neck with every heartbeat, pulsing out, and with every pulse, the flow increased for a moment, and so did his pleasure. He could feel nothing but the beating of her heart beneath him, and that liquid Heaven that his jaws were locked around, more powerful than sex ever was or ever had been, more so than it had been just now. He could do nothing but drain her of it, could do nothing but desire more. His eyes were closed the whole time, he saw nothing, heard nothing. But he smelled it and tasted it and his body pulsed with it. His jaws tightened, sinking still deeper into her neck, drawing more and more blood. His jaws continued to tighten, squeezing harder, his tongue whipping against her throat, drawing the blood down into his body as the Girl's sensations slowly grew dimmer. She felt numb, falling asleep. Felt the last few contractions of pleasure pulsing in her pussy, and she exhaled in one last quiet gasp as her lungs ceased to draw breath, her skin pale beneath the damp fur. The Wolf bit still harder, the prey's heart speeding into overdrive, struggling to pump the blood through a body that was steadily losing it. His entire body spasmed in what was practically an orgasm of it's own. As the prey's heart fibrillated, the blood pulsed through the punctures in her neck, rising up around the fangs and down into his own body with such speed it was practically a river. * * * Several minutes later, the Wolf opened his eyes. And raised his head up in surprise. The Doe beneath him was beautiful even now, her body practically painted crimson, her eyes closed, face pale. He slowly leaned up, staring at her with confusion. He moved back and his now limp cock slipped from inside her, letting a wave of crimson-white gush from inside her. She lay on a patch of virgin snow that they'd somehow ended up on, and the white snow was now soaked in lashed lines of blood, surrounding the girl in a portrait. He sat back, staring at the dead girl, stunned. Not at what he'd done. No, he felt no qualms about what he'd just done. He was stunned at what he'd just felt. He sat there for minutes, breathing rapidly, his tongue slowly licking up along his lips. What was his name again? What had it been? Volchonik had it? Yes, that was it. As he struggled with the situation, what to do next, what he felt, he realized two things. The first, was that there was more. All he had to do was do it again, and do it harsher, inflict more pain, bite more, claw more. There'd be more for him, more liquid pleasure. Just sink lower, deeper into the what you used to call filth. Cut down the morality, cut down the compassion, you'll get more of it, it'll be longer.... Something whispering to him, telling him. The second thing he realized, was that he wanted to do it.
- * * -Cervidae- /Corvidae, Felidae, Canidae, Viperidae/