Sweet Desires [Mature]

The shadows clung to the alley, cloaking it in misery as the young girl wept, and her feet dragging the ground. She could be no older than seventeen, her body ripe and full despite the blood that clung to her bodice. Darkness shadowed her bright emerald eyes as they dart to the graffiti crusted walls back to the littered ground, slender fingers pressing upon the cold stone for balance as she fled the demon that trailed her. The wraith that lingered by one ruby print, inhaling her perfume and feeding Resjvac. The giant beast roared against his skin, saliva pooling his massive jaws, as his eyes boar into the retreating figure of their quarry. He itched to dig into her supple flesh, to bathe in her fuchsia regret. Twisted smile twitches upon Tobias’s handsome face, the malevolence held within it a stark contrast to his beauty. "You may run my Dove but I shall have you." His tenor is smooth as it lilts upon the filthy air with the aging news prints.

A dark laugh bubbles from his full lips, the sound like a gurgle from a slit throat, eerie was it within the silence of the alley. His face morphs as Resjvac rams his bulk against his friend’s mental walls, causing Tobias’s face to form a shimmering muzzle before finally bursting into beast. Blunt claws click against stone as he races, heart hammering within his chest with the fever of the kill. The reverberations of her own organ pulling him like a puppet, and he unable to resist her allure. Blood tinged saliva coats his maw as she draws into sight, his own daggers clicking in order to give her incentive to run. They have chased her across town since assaulting earlier. He could still scent his semen on her and within her, he could practically taste her upon his wet nose and he wanted more. They never last. Tobias’s laugh echos within Resjvac’s ears and the corners of his mouth quirks. No, they never lasted long enough.

Gathering his legs beneath him, the beast is airborne as a low growl rips its way out of his throat, and then he is upon her. Her screams are moans to his ears and he cannot help but to groan in desire. Roughly he rubs himself against her back, pressing his engorged member against her rump, reveling in the way she stills for the time being. Yesss, be still and take it. Lowering his head he licks her neck approvingly, sending her into instant hysterics again as his back legs claw at her tights, ripping the delicate fabric as well as her skin. Ashen optics catching the way her nails dig into the filth they were in, her once beautifully painted nails chipped and bloody as she tried frantically to free herself despite her waning strength. He almost admired her gall…almost.

That brief break in concentration was all it took to bring into focus the heavy scents that saturate the air. A rumbling savage snarl rips its way from his belly as he restrains himself from violating the woman in the vilest of ways. Tail lashes across her booted feet, as his ears swivel in hopes of catching any sound of approaching footfalls or pawfalls. He would not be caught unawares, despite his folly of hunting to close to the pack borders. Tongue lashes out to lave at her neck once again, soothing in a twisted sort of way. He does not deign to speak to her, to calm her, for if no one shows he will rip into her like a kid on Christmas. For the moment however she would be his gift to the pack to do with as they pleased, besides he quite liked the way she writhed beneath his furry abdomen.

Axel, now Elite of Eternal Darkness, wandered along the borders. He felt the pride in his chest, his heart pounded with wisdom and courage, able to take on the world if he needed to. He had marked two wolves he needed to meet off his list, the former Elite and the tantalizing Doctor, Vitani. Their interaction could easily be matched with the same desire of the first. Fighting was amazing, but engaging in sexual acts was right there at the top as well. A long time ago, Axel had one women which he loved, their passionate nights got them kicked out of bars, broken objects in their house, and a couple close calls to pregnancy. But they had both dodged that bullet, wishing to travel the whole European countries, before making their mark on the states, or as it was called, the New World. Taking over his new rank, he was sure he was going to do the job to the best of his abilities. He patrolled the border in his beastly form, his massive paws took careful steps, keeping the upper paw on any that wished to bring harm to the pack, or his Alphess. Axel had come back for her, and was planning on staying until he took his final breath. His tail hung between his legs, swinging gently side to side. His head hung low to the ground, smelling the floor for scents leading to a visitor. His silver hues stared over the land, identifying every crevice and crack amongst him. "I hope we find something of interest, as this is growing rather boring, boy.." the wolf said quietly aloud. Axel shook his head to the other, giving him a glare. He did not speak, just focused on the noises around them. This late at night, the streets were buzzing with life, just as they were his first night here. His talented ears could pin point the differences between noises on the street, and ones close to him.

It was only then that he heard a scream, and it was approaching. His nose followed the scent of the woman, his ears tracking her every move. She was bleeding, possibly worse. A wolf was hunting too close to the border, too close for his own comfort. Angered by this action, Axel moved himself among the shadows, hiding behind city walls and buildings. As he finally neared closer, he could hear a male's voice. The female was fleeing from him, the male was a werewolf, while she a lowly human. Axel moved about the corner, watching as the wolf rested above her body. His eyes rolled over his form, watching his pelvis as a thick pink muscle attacked at her lower region. Axel did not care for the lives of humans, he had killed millions, possibly billions of them, but this was wrong on many levels. Never had he thought of using his wolf to rape a human. One could not take the girth or length of his rod, it would be complete torture and surely he would achieve his climax, forcing her to be dirtied with his own seed. Such a vial thought over a sickening display. But the wolf had entirely the opposite ideas. The thought of doing this to a human was invigorating, though he knew Axel would never allow it. It was interesting to watch for a moment, before Axel forced the wolf to speak. "Playing with your food are we? And oh so close to pack lands? Not the wisest decision..." he released a small chuckle, looking to the female as he could feel himself becoming slightly aroused, wishing to enjoy in the festivities before him. "But as it is so, I am required to ask you to kill the prey and state your reasoning for being so close to our lands."