Hunter
_Yay! A new story! It has been a while since I've done one, but I seem to be writing lots recently. Hopefully that continues as I really enjoy it. Anyway, I wrote this as a commission for my good friend Lunar. She likes porn. =) _
_E_xtra special thanks goes out to Drackir for giving this an expert edit. I suck at editing, so he probably made this readable.
Disclaimer: There's some nasty porn in this involving guys doing what guys do best. There's also a touch of violence, but porn isn't good without it! Enjoy!
Hunter
By Lykos Bane
The sun slowly sank behind the mountains to the west of the small village. The final orange glow cast a dark shadow along the street before the horizon devoured it. The town appeared to be stuck in that dark blue world known as twilight. It signaled the street-lamp lighter to appear with his pole and proceed to set fire to the lanterns that stood guard on every street corner.
Exhaling slowly, a lone figure sat down on a bench and blew thick, pungent smoke from his lungs. A hurriedly rolled cigarette rested between two fingers as he looked over the peaceful town. Rowdy commotion came from within a building behind him, but the man didn't react to it. With another drag from his cigarette, the man laid his head back on the bench to savor the burn in his lungs before he exhaled once again. The man closed his eyes when a door opened and released the noise from within the structure.
"Ummm...Gavin?"
Gavin opened his eyes and glanced over at the young woman looking down at him. Their eyes met and she smiled. The man lifted his head and regarded her with a calm smile before he took yet another drag from his cigarette. The crackle of burning paper and tobacco filled the silence for a moment.
"Good Evening Becky," Gavin said. His tone of voice had an arrogant edge to it. The man obviously didn't think he was better than all people or anything. Just these people. "How are you feeling?"
"Well met" Becky replied quietly, a bashful blush on her cheeks. "I...hope that I am not interrupting you."
Gavin shook his head, "Not at all, princess."
Becky could not help but blush at that. She did every time he called her that since the day the monster hunter saved her, "I just wanted to thank you again."
"It's all in a day's work!" Gavin grinned at her and then let his eyes drift over her form.
The young blond looked far better than she had less than a day ago. Her hair and skin were clean and a fresh dress hung loose over her body, subtly highlighting curves that had been far from his thoughts while rescuing her. Gavin almost didn't recognize her when he saw her again earlier that day. It was like he had rescued a completely different girl. Everyone knew how lucky she was to still be alive.
"Are you going to come back inside?" Becky looked hopeful, a smile on her face. She really did feel for the monster hunter.
"Of course," Gavin winked at her and lifted his cigarette. "Just getting a little break. I can't keep the adoring public waiting, right?"
Gavin took one last drag and then flicked the cigarette away. The butt landed hard enough to send a few sparks dancing down the street. A carriage rolled by and snuffed the embers left on the butt. The lone driver waved while guiding the horse and carriage.
The monster hunter waved his hand once in return as he stood. It looked like a wave at least. It was the easiest form of brushing someone off. It seemed that everyone in the small town now recognized him, and they should. He was Gavin DeMarkus, part of a long line of heroic monster hunters. He was a fucking celebrity!
Like all the first born males in his family, he was born with "the gift". It was always something different each generation. He remembered his grandfather could lift a fallen oak without any effort and his dad could run laps around a horse. Gavin's ability was far less physical.
The monster hunter could smell monsters.
This had made him even more arrogant because he'd been doing what his super powered forefathers had spent their entire lives doing, but without the super powers. And he had been quite successful. Even last night, he used his brain and natural strength to take out an entire pack of werewolves. Of course, his ability helped keep him stealthy. The scent of their blood was so strong it was easy to avoid them.
There had only been eight of them in all. Taking them out one by one had probably also made things easier. Without his father's speed or his grandfather's strength, he'd have been a punching bag for them. Sure, Gavin figured he could've defeated half that number by himself, but eight was pushing it. He might be a celebrity, but he was no god.
Needless to say, he was successful in ridding the town of their menace. It was the cause for the rejoicing in the pub behind him. He brought back eight tails and the young woman. Now it was time to reap the rewards of being a monster hunter. It wasn't the easiest job in the world due to him constantly putting his neck on the line, but the fame and the fortune made it worthwhile.
Becky smiled and took his hand. As she dragged him back towards the pub, the girl reminded him of the other treasures his job afforded him. Opening the door released a loud cheer, followed by the aroma of booze and smoke into the cool night air.
"Another drink for the hero!"
Gavin grinned as the door shut behind him. It was time to party.
Gavin stumbled from the bar about two hours later. A cool breeze caused him to pause for a moment and enjoy the sensation of fresh air. Everyone in the bar appeared to have a beer in one hand and a lit cigarette or cigar in the other. He rubbed his hands across his face and began to walk away from the pub. Before he could get much further than the edge of the building, the door once again opened. A stream of smoke followed Becky as she exited bar.
"Can I bring you breakfast in the morning?" The young woman folded her hands behind her back, rocking slightly where she stood.
The monster hunter couldn't help but smile at that. It was so cute, "Of course you may. But you have to eat with me."
"You know...it's late," Becky said, glancing down the dark street. A glowing flame elevated at the end of the road as the final lamp was lit for the night. "With everything that has happened, I am a bit nervous to be alone. Do you think...maybe you could walk me home?"
Gavin grinned and raised a brow on his forehead, "Of course! What kind of gentleman would I be if I left a damsel in distress?" He held out his arm, offering it to the young woman to take a hold of, "Come along, my lady."
Becky smiled and took a hold of the offered arm right around the elbow. She gently nudged her away against his side as they walked. The monster hunter remained polite. He didn't attempt to move his arm around the woman's shoulders. The last thing he needed was the Mayor getting mad he was flirting with his daughter. At least not be seen doing it. Once they were behind closed doors, it didn't matter. Once they were behind closed doors an arm was the not the only thing he'd wrap around her.
Gavin was used to this though. Most of the damsels in distress he has saved were more than willing to spend the night with him. Becky didn't seem any different. And the thought excited the monster hunter greatly. A quick glance over the woman's body got Gavin even more excited. Even with their slow stride, Becky's firm breasts bounced. It was only a quick glance from Gavin, but she was so pressed against him it was impossible for him not to feel it. They rubbed along his forearm with each step.
Blond waves flowed down either shoulder with the soft curls resting over her chest. The way her hair outlined her face brought more attention to the sharp curves of her cheeks and the small nose that rested above a pair of radiant lips. Her smile was attention grabbing and only added to the monster hunter's desire for her.
In due time, Gavin said to himself.
"How long shall we have the pleasure of your company in our humble town, Mister DeMarkus?" Becky asked while looking up at the man who had come to her rescue
"Unfortunately, I must leave tomorrow after breakfast," Gavin replied while he continued to guide the young woman toward her home. "There have been reports of zombies in a small northern town. I shall have to deal with that before it can spread. Get it while it is isolated."
"So that means you are leaving in the morning," Becky said, more a statement than a question.
The monster hunter only nodded his head and let the silence hang in the air. Becky appeared to be deep in thought, lost in her own little world. The rest of the walk was spent in silence as Gavin made sure the young woman made it home safely. At the gate, the young woman came out of her thoughts.
"My dad is going to be at the bar for another few hours, you know," Becky said with a blush. Gavin loved the bashful look.
"Well now," Gavin grinned, "What kind of man would I be if I left you alone?" He pushed the door open and held it for the young woman. After glancing up and down the street, the hunter followed the girl into the house.
Gavin buckled his pants as he left the mayor's large mansion, his strut a sign of his empty balls. Becky was a good fuck. It was a shame he was leaving tomorrow. He was sure he would be hard pressed to find another ride like him in this small mountain town. The hunter pulled his jacket tightly around him as the cool air flowed along his still sweaty flesh. The elements resulted in a shiver running down Gavin's back as he looked up and down the nearly empty road before walking in the direction of the lodge.
Coming to an intersection, Gavin stopped and glanced in both directions. The street remained clear. The man inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the cool mountain air, before he stopped. He kept his head tilted back and sniffed the air again. His nose pulled up in a cringe and he sniffed again...then again.
The stench of monster repeatedly filled the hunter's nostrils.
Keen eyes scanned the dark roads quickly in search of any movement. Gavin looked in all four directions and sniffed in each one to find the direction the odor cam from. He followed it slowly, keeping his wits about him as he hunted. Only a minute before, he had been in a balls emptied strut, now his footfalls barely made a sound as he walked down the center of the empty street. It was easy for Gavin to find its source.
An opening between two buildings created an alley. About twenty feet from the opening, the alley turned sharply to the left that prevented the hunter from seeing what was at the end. Gavin remained on the street and looked cautiously down the passageway. It was difficult to make out too much with the shadows that hung along either side of the tight corridor. He knew he was in a bad situation and the lack of vision wasn't going to help.
That had never stopped him before. Gavin slipped into the alley, moving silently to the turn in the pathway. The scent only grew until it was nearly unbearable. By this point, the odor had become quite familiar. Not just from tonight, but over the last couple days.
Werewolf!
His worries were made reality when he peeked down the alley. Around the corner the moon bathed this part of the alley in its soft glow and ended at a brick wall. A terrified man was backed against it by a large beast. It dwarfed the man, easily reaching a good three or four heads higher. The man stared blankly up at it, wide eyed with panic; the classic deer in the headlights routine.
Gavin's hand slipped into his coat, fingers leading the way to his concealed dagger. The leather sheath yielded its contents without a sound of complaint before the blade was out and at his side. Steady fingers gripped the handle tightly as the hunter slipped further into the alley.
A low growl echoed down the walls of the alley. The large monster leaned in and bared its fangs in a vicious snarl that sent foaming spittle into the smaller man's face. The man tried to push himself into the wall behind him, the hard surface not giving in to the pressure. The monster closed the distance until its muzzle was less then an inch from the man's face.
The beast spoke, or at least tried to. A muffled voice sounded as if it were choking on its tongue with every word, "I am going to kill..."
The blade was an afterthought to the man when he first saw it. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't a trick of his eyes. There really was the sharp tip of a blade sticking out from between the werewolf's eyes. For a moment, it appeared as if the beast's head forgot to bleed before a tiny trickle of crimson zigzagged through its muzzle fur.
Gavin's aim was perfect. The blade sank through the back of the werewolf's head with the ease of gin through a granny. The heavy handle stuck from the back of the creature's head and swayed as the monster did. A thick gout of blood shot forth when the blade was pulled back from the creatures forehead. The action made the beast's head bob once with the hunter's efforts. The hot fluid splashed onto the man's face and shirt before the werewolf fell to its knees. It swayed slowly as if drunk.
To Gavin, it looked like the man was getting a monstrous blowjob.
The monster slowly turned its head to look at the monster hunter. Its predicament had left it visibly confused. Its head shook as if that would save it. Eerily human eyes spoke volumes that the monster couldn't. An accusing and confused look held the monster hunter's attention.
Gavin held the monster's gaze and watched its head shake again. It whined long and low, the sound enough to actually make Gavin feel slightly bad. There weren't enough pathetic whines in the world to prevent him from his work though. This was an unnatural creature that didn't belong here.
The hunter's arm lifted suddenly, a cry coming from him. The deadly blade cut short the monster's yelp as it drove to the hilt right between the werewolf's splayed ears. Its eyes blinked a couple times before its chest heaved and a thick torrent of foaming blood vomited from the dying werewolf's muzzle.
It wasn't over yet. The dagger he had wasn't silvered, in his arrogance he hadn't thought to bring it with him. A werewolf could survive several mortal wounds that would fell even the mightiest of men. Gavin was only able to just dart back in time as an inhuman fist arced through the air, blindly moving through where he had just been.
The hunter took a few seconds to evaluate the scene and the condition of his foe. The dagger blow had left the monster bleeding profusely and the way his eyes moved told the experienced hunter that the thing was blind. Of course werewolves had beyond human senses of hearing and smell. At the moment, the werewolf would only be able to smell blood, which trumps everything.
With a flick of his ankle his shoe was flying through the air straight past the werewolf's head. He didn't miss, only amateurs miss and he was no amateur. The werewolf turned his head, tracking the movement, while at the same time Gavin sprung forward. He only had one chance at this but the killing move was as old as murder itself.
His dagger was held tight as he rammed against the werewolf and gripped the monster's shoulder with his spare hand. The dagger cut through the flesh as though it was barely there, silvered it wasn't but sharp it was, and the fist continued. The blade cut, sliced or eviscerated anything it came into contact with as his strength drew the dagger up towards its intended target. Even house wives knew that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.
He heard the creature's death cry and twisted the dagger just to be sure before pulling it back and kicking the werewolf away. The creature staggered back and then collapsed as it gasped and gurgled. He leant down and slit the beats throat from ear to ear and then gripped the muzzle and twisted it clockwise sharply until he heard the crack of the spine being severed. Ideally he'd want to use fire or silver to be sure but at the moment he had neither and the man left retching in the corner was more of a concern.
He cleaned the blood off his arm as best he could and then lifted the man up so he was face to face with Gavin.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he examined the man to see if he'd been hurt or, worse yet, bitten. It was all shock. The man nodded but didn't say a word.
"Tell me your name" Gavin commanded as he gently pulled the man's head back to look at his pupils. The man was about a hand shorter than Gavin and, while nicely muscled, didn't have the same mass that Gavin did from his constant battles. His hair was wild and silvery grey but not from age and his eyes a piercing green. Gavin would have to admit that the man was probably popular with the ladies, but not whilst soaked with werewolf blood.
"B..Ben" The man half whispered and half stammered before he blinked and came, partially, to his senses.
Gavin considered his options. He could just leave the man here. The beast was dead so that was no trouble. He wasn't getting paid for this and, well, it definitely wasn't a girl. He'd already emptied his balls before hand anyway.
On the other hand he could clean the man up and get some more word of mouth going. Publicity was publicity after all. Plus saving another man was better than some damsel in distress right?
"Ok. Let's go get you cleaned up. The name's Gavin. You may have heard it around," the hunter said with a grin as he supported the man against him as they walked out of the alleyway.
Gavin led Ben to the lodging he had been given for his stay in the village. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell. The blood coating the poor man was triggering his 'gift' like nothing else, but he ignored it knowing that the man would be cleaned up soon enough
Gavin opened the door to his accommodations. Even for a small village like this, they had gone all out for their honored guest. The place was almost like a fancy room you would find in a palace along the coast. Gavin lit an oil lantern in the entryway and it expanded into a single room apartment with an adjoining washroom. It was separated from the rest of the room by walls and a door, very ritzy for a town like this where usually bathing was done in an iron tub next to the fire. A large bed rested along one wall with a large closet beyond that. Opposite the bed was a small area with a cast iron oven and a cupboard.
Impressive for a small town.
Gavin helped Ben get to the washroom and lit another oil lantern, "You can use the tub to wash yourself."
Ben still seemed to be recovering from his encounter, but he smiled quietly at Gavin, "Thank you. I can never repay you for your kindness."
Gavin just grinned, "All in a days work." He held out his hand, "I'll take that shirt for you. It reeks of werewolf."
Ben looked at hunter's held out hand, then down at his shirt. He seemed to regard the mess for the first time and looked back at Gavin with a surprised smile, "Wow! I really did get messed up!"
The monster hunter laughed while Ben removed his shirt, handing the bloody thing to him. Gavin took the shirt and headed out of the washroom, "I will bring you some towels."
Ben, still apparently dazed, nodded his head, "Thank you Gav."
"It's Gavin," the monster hunter replied, leaving the room with a smirk. He was in a good mood.
Gavin walked into the lodging's makeshift kitchen which consisted of a cast iron oven and a sink. The place actually had running water which impressed the hunter who wasn't any stranger to 'roughing it'. He even made that look good. It probably made the bath his new friend was taking that much better, a soft pleasurable moan coming through the thin walls proving him right.
The monster hunter took the bloody shirt in his hands and tossed it into the crackling furnace. Gavin didn't care if Ben had a problem with it. It was torn and bloody and the hunter just couldn't take the stench anymore. He could replace it with a much better shirt. The stench of werewolf blood was quickly replaced with the odor of burning lantern fluid. It wasn't much better, but Gavin needed a change. He was sick of werewolf blood.
The hunter moved to a cupboard and searched through the contents until he found two towels. As Gavin closed the door, he heard the water in the adjoining room shut off, leaving the rest of the apartment in complete silence except for the sloshing of water as Ben slipped into the tub. The man set the towels on a nearby table and slipped his jacket off, tossing it over the back of a chair as he placed the towels under an arm. A blade slipped from an upside down pocket, prompting Gavin to make a mental note to pick up later and place it back in his jacket where it belonged.
Gavin walked toward the washroom door and knocked lightly on it, "Ben?"
"Yeah?" came a reply. It sounded relaxed. It was almost a whisper.
"I have your towels," Gavin continued. "I'm going to set them near the tub."
"Come on in, Gav," Ben replied.
"It's Gavin," the monster hunter said as he turned the door knob. He hated being called Gav. The door swung inward, the room beyond completely dark, "Huh. Your lantern went out."
Gavin walked into the room and dropped the towels blindly down on the floor. The washroom air was thick and humid. A layer of moisture coated his skin within moments and left the hunter feeling like he had been working up a sweat for ages. He laughed softly, "No wonder. You probably drenched the flame."
The hunter slipped his hand into his pocket again and pulled out his matches. Gavin cringed when he inhaled. The humid air reeked of werewolf blood. It reminded him that he needed to burn that damn shirt. He searched for the lantern in the dark, "I burnt that shirt of yours. It stunk like a werebitch." Gavin gave the tip of the match a flick, sending a small orb of light around his hand and the area around it.
"I don't think that'll do any good."
A large, black furred werewolf loomed up in the darkness right in front of the hunter. Ben grinned back at the unprepared monster hunter. Ben's eyes locked with Gavin's own, showing a silent satisfaction as if a plan had come full circle as intended. The werewolf's tongue flicked out and caught the match, snuffing the flame.
Gavin quickly stepped back as he was left in the dark, damp room. On instinct, he went for his jacket pocket, for his closest weapon, and realized his error a moment too late. The monster hunter's world went spinning as the monster's large fist landed squarely against his chin. The blow sent the man spinning with its inertia, tumbling through the door and into the well lit bedroom area. He landed hard on his ass and skidded to a stop next to the cast iron oven, close enough to feel the heat coming from its fiery belly. The burning shirt no long masked the stench of werewolf.
Gavin's breath came in quick pants, sounding more like the beast in the other room then the proud monster hunter he was. He pushed himself back, away from the dark doorway, until his back came up against the side of the cupboard. The hunter's eyes darted from the doorway to his jacket, then back again. His mind raced from both panic and confusion, dizzy from the strike that sent him from that dark hell. He fucked up, but he wasn't beaten. The monster hunter was kicking himself as he ticked over what went wrong.
Now isn't the time for regret, Gavin scolded himself. You're wasting time!
Gavin got to his feet and launched himself toward his jacket. It took him less then a second, but it was already too late. As he closed the distance from the kitchen to his jacket, the large beast rushed from the bathroom. The hunter's fingers touched his jacket, but that was all. Large paws closed on his shoulder and his hip. He was lifted from the ground with the effort a child gives a teddy bear, losing his grip on his coat and his salvation.
Ben roughly spun Gavin around and kept the monster hunter off his feet before he pushed the man hard against an empty table, bending him at the waist. The pressure against his midsection knocked the air out of the hunter and left him limp as he struggled for breath. He inhaled sharply as the paw closed around the back of his neck and roughly slammed his head against the table. Gavin coughed out his next breath, going even weaker under the werewolf's weight.
The monster hunter felt the numb warmth of unconsciousness tease the back of his eyes. The lack of air, the pressure on his neck, and the blows to his head left him nearly senseless. He could feel it in his arms and legs first, hanging loose on either side of him. The sensation traveled up his spine and the heat just built, lulling him into a false sense of security.
Fight....
Gavin let out a moan while his eyes began to roll back in their sockets, his hands and toes clenching and unclenching. The monster hunter's lips moved without making a sound. The werewolf's grip only tightened and squeezed off the last of his air.
Damn it! Fight back!
Gavin's arm came back in a futile swat against the beast's side. It bounced off firm mass of muscle and did little except gain a snort from the werewolf. His arm came back again and caught the beast's side as Gavin squirmed more in an attempt to work a bit of pressure off his neck.
Don't....pass....out....
"Mmmm," the snarl drew the hunter from the numbness swelling behind his eyes. The words were far clearer than the beast in the alleyway but still unmistakably made by a non human mouth, "You just gotta love when a plan falls into place. You come in here, slaughter those assholes who called themselves my pack mates....and left the omega alive."
Gavin gasped at the words. The omega? How!?
Ben eased up his grip a little and allowed the monster hunter to inhale. The labored breath brought a savage grin to the beast's muzzle. He started to pant. The control ignited something inside the large wolf. Something new. A sensation the omega never felt before. His tail flicked behind him as he once again took away the monster hunter's ability to breath.
"They planned to hunt that girl. They wanted to bring her into the pack, to be their bitch. I was getting sick of how they were treating me, never letting me into a better position and here they bring another member in over me? So I fucked up the mission. I got caught. Or at least seen. An alpha can demand obedience, but he can't demand perfection. I knew they'd call in the great DeMarkus. I knew you'd do your thing, it was only a matter of time."
Gavin could hear the anger in the wolf's voice, the paws gripping him tightly again. The monster's paw no longer squeezed the air out of his throat though, just remained firm and strong to keep him in place. The human remained quiet as the werewolf continued the story.
"I was just going to go my own way and live my life, but my plan backfired a little bit when you left another of my pack alive. In fact, they were going to kill me for betraying the pack and running away when they needed my help," the Ben creature growled again. "But you saved me. I couldn't believe you couldn't tell I was one of them. That's your thing isn't it? To sniff out monster blood?" Ben snickered, "And you actually invited me back to your place. I guess that blood you got on my shirt really did the trick, huh?"
The paw was on Gavin's neck again, cutting off the air from getting to his lungs.
"I'm going to kill you so slowly, hunter," the beast snarled into the pinned human's ear, a thick strand of drool running from his lower lip. The werewolf allowed Gavin to breathe again, just in time to get a lung full of the monster's fetid breath. The stench was worse then that of the beast's blood. Gavin needed the air though and inhaled just as deeply as ever. "I can't have you coming after me later."
...fuck.
Gavin struggled a bit again, finding his situation growing dire. He only grew dizzier with thoughts of unconsciousness. Once again though, the monster eased up at the edge of darkness to allow his body to force another gasp of air, another gasp of the werewolf's breath. This couldn't be how it ended. He couldn't let the DeMarkus name end this way.
At the paws of some lowly omega werewolf?
"And to think. You're the last one, just like me. It'd be poetic if it wasn't so fucking funny," the beast grinned, reminding him of his biggest fear. "Should I start with your eyes, hunter?" Ben thought out loud, continuing to pant that wet breath down onto the pinned man. "Perhaps your legs. Mmmm....I bet I'll have to cripple you so I'm not stuck holding you the entire time. Should it be slow? Fast?" The beast continued to talk with a psychotic glee behind his snarled words. "Perhaps I should give you a little nip..."
Gavin went completely tense when he heard that, then felt the sharp teeth at the flesh of his neck. He knew what a werewolf bite meant. Everyone knew what a werewolf bite meant. The monster hunter never felt as helpless as he did right then. He let out a sudden cry when he felt the jaws begin to apply pressure.
"Please..."
Gavin's voice even surprised him, lacking any strength or power. It came as a throaty rasp and he never heard his voice plead for anything. Desperation filled every ounce of his being. With the two options before him, he'd much rather die. To be turned into one of the things he has spent his life hunting was beyond anything he had ever imagined. The epitome of failure was to join the ranks of the enemy. The werewolf caught the sound and perked his ears forward. His jaw's released their grip on the human's neck. Gavin exhaled in relief which sent another shudder running through him.
"What was that?" Ben snarled again, listening intently.
"Please...." Gavin looked back at the wolf, desperation behind those eyes. He knew he was bested
The werewolf caught it like a rabbit running through the woods, and just like the rabbit it was a delicious morsel.
"Please what?" Ben panted and displayed his dangerous teeth with another wolfish grin.
"Please...don't do this," Gavin pleaded.
The monster hunter felt the grip lighten again, given him a chance for another breath. This time, the claws didn't close again, leaving the man free to breath. With the airflow came the blood flow and when the werewolf laughed at the hunter's plea, Gavin's cheeks flushed a deep red. He still couldn't escape, but the dizziness that proceeded unconsciousness quickly became a dull throb in the man's head.
"You can let me go," Gavin continued, his words rushed and slightly slurred in desperation. "I won't hunt you. I...I saved you!"
Ben stopped at that, just holding the bested monster hunter in position under him. He growled low again, "That you did, human."
"So...don't hurt me. Don't," A pause of fear and desperation "bite me," Gavin was sounding more and more desperate with each passing moment, "Don't kill me. Just...Just let me go. We can go our separate ways. I'll...do anything."
The once haughty monster hunter was reduced to a pleading wimp much quicker then he ever expected. He had never been faced with the very real threat of death or, worse, transformation. This wasn't the first time he's fought a creature with that ability, but all the vampires, werewolves and zombies he had killed over the years never came this close to be a very real threat.
He had let his guard down and it looked like he was going to pay dearly.
"Anything?"
The sound of the monster's question excited Gavin in a way. It seemed like his salvation was at hand after all. He might just get out of this. The human nodded his head quickly, at least as much as he could, "Anything. Anything you wish. Just....let me go. Please."
The laugh caught Gavin off guard. The black furred beast snickered down at the trapped human, that feeling of power swelling inside him again. He had the upper hand, all the control, and he loved it! It was more potent than a fresh kill or a bitch in heat and it stirred his soul deep down. Ben's paws still gripped the hunter, but not as tightly anymore, only working to keep the hunter in place. The once subservient omega werewolf was getting power drunk. To any beast, there is only one ultimate sign of control and power over another individual.
"Alright, Gav," the black furred wolf growled, knowing the hunter hated that name.
Gavin was panting again, the monster allowing him to breathe freely as the paw resting on his neck moved to the middle of his back. It pressed down and kept the human in place. The human grew a bit more optimistic as he heard the wolf's words. His relief was short lived when he felt the black wolf's paw land on his ass, giving the covered rump a firm squeeze.
"I'll let you go if you do me a favor," Ben said with a lecherous grin.
The hunter knew instantly what the beast was hinting at and the thought had him once again shocked into immobility. It was once again hard to get a breath as his throat went dry. The paw on his ass squeezed down and lingered there.
"What the fuck!?" Gavin gasped and pushed back against the paw that pinned him, doing anything to get away from the paw that molested him. The paw on his back pushed down again as the werewolf growled. The monster's large paw hit the hunter in the back of the head with enough force to leave the man dazed.
"You said anything," Ben snarled. "I either fuck the great Gavin DeMarkus....or I bite him. Tooth or cock, hunter. One or the other is going into you." The beast leaned in again, slithering his tongue along the human's ear, "I think death is too simple by this point."
Gavin stopped struggling when the tongue touched his ear. This time, the hunter held his own breath when those dangerous teeth once again drew close to his sensitive flesh. He shuddered under the weight of the large beast as he exhaled, shaking his head, "B...but... That's...That's not right..."
The beast laughed, "You have your choices, Gav." Ben's tongue slowly licked along Gavin's ear again before he took the lobe between two sharp canines. He began to apply pressure. The hunter's head tilted and he whined out as it grew. Both Ben and Gavin knew that any more would mean certain penetration.
"Ok! Ok!" Gavin called out, "Anything! Don't bite me!"
"Mmmm," Ben rumbled, almost seductively, "Very good..."
With that, the monster released the hunter. For a moment, anyway. Those strong paws lifted and spun him once more, the sensation he was nothing more then a toy in a child's paw came back before he found himself bouncing on the bed, facing the towering form of the black furred beast. Gavin quickly looked up into the grinning maw of the powerful monster before his attention was drawn elsewhere.
The werewolf stood on full display before the terrified monster hunter. There was no ignoring the werewolf's throbbing shaft, the spire of flesh jutting a good nine inches out of the black furred sheath. Gavin had killed his fair share of werewolves in his career, but this is the first time he's seen one fully aroused. The monster hunter had seen the sheath and balls numerous times as werewolves don't normally wear clothing, but he had never seen what was inside.
And now that he had, he couldn't stop staring as the alien shape and the size were mesmerizing. A tapered tip led down to a thickening tube of flesh with a black furred ring around the bottom of it. It's a different shape then his own....and easily much larger. The pouch of flesh bulged a little with whatever it still concealed. A sizeable set of balls rest against thighs made for running, thighs that could easily chase down the monster hunter if he were to make a run for it.
Ben's aroused musk easily overpowered the stench of monster blood from Gavin. The monster hunter wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. There was something wild and untamed about it, a pungent mixture of forest smells. There was something equally appealing about the odor. The monster hunter's tongue licked out to rub along dry lips, still staring.
The werewolf's paws rested firmly on his hips as he watched the hunter, "See something you like?"
Gavin slowly shook his head, each sway of his head took his attention more and more from the cock and back up to the large monster standing before him. The monster hunter forgot where he was for a moment, silently kicking himself for letting his guard down even more. What was wrong with him?
The monster hunter didn't say a thing. He just looked back at the werewolf defiantly. There really wasn't much he could do at this point. Stealth was always his best weapon. He didn't have the strength or speed of his ancestors, just his ability to smell. And now, all he could smell was the werewolf's cock.
Ben could not believe the sensations that currently bristled through his fur. For years he was used and abused by the rest of the pack; a plaything to relieve stress and frustration. The black furred beast finally understood it, realized why they did it, and why he should have fought back. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so aroused. The utter and complete defeat of the hunter at his paws and his surrender had the werewolf's dick an angry purple. A growl rose in the large wolf's chest as he watched the much smaller human. Neither male moved except for the slow throbbing of Ben's mighty phallus.
"Think about it as you doing what needs to be done to keep your precious human cattle safe," the black demon mocked, his paw reaching down to grip his dick, squeezing the still hidden base with an audible moan. His eyes meet the human's again, "And when we're done, we go our separate ways." The black wolf's tail was wagging now, the length working like a fan to send the wolf's musk flowing over the monster hunter, "I'll have my blackmail to keep me safe, and you'll have your secret that will keep you a good boy."
Gavin's head slowly nodded after a moment, lost to his thoughts and the heavy scent of the wolf's masculinity. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad if the beast was true to his word. He would be able to live and he wouldn't be dead, which is always good.
And he wouldn't be a smelly beast either.
The monster hunter remained seated, staring and awestruck as the beast moved forward. He closed the distance in two smooth strides, his paw once again on the back of Gavin's head. His other paw tilted his cock towards the mesmerized human and then eased his hips forward.
Gavin felt his heart pause and it seemed like time had frozen except for the werewolf. His gaze never left the large dick as it moved closer and closer; at one time feet away, then inches, and now centimeters. The hot musk was enough to burn away any sense of smell the hunter once had. As the slick tip touched his lips, Gavin jerked a bit, but the werewolf was ready for it. This time, when the hunter gasped, the sound was muffled by the invading tip of the lupine cock.
Gavin's eyes went wide as the length slipped deeper and deeper into his mouth, the human not giving up any resistance to the humiliating position the smelly beast was putting him into. Not only a couple hours ago, he was fucking the woman he saved from these beasts, and now here he was with one of their cocks in is his mouth, then down his throat. The hunter's eyes closed when his nose pushed into the coarse fur above the werewolf's sheath, those heavy balls now churning against his chin.
"I feel any teeth and I won't hesitate to tell everyone I come across how you looked dying with my cock down your throat," Ben growled, fingers taking a firm grip of the hunter's auburn hair. "You've already taken the plunge....don't get any ideas...." The werewolf mocked the defeated hunter with a rock of his hips, "Now suck, boy."
The stupid, smelly beast was right and Gavin knew it. Biting would only get him killed. And he was already beyond any points of return. The hunter hesitated for just a moment before he began to suck, as told. A satisfied growl greeted the monster hunter's ears and caused them both to practically glow a deep red. Then he swallowed and the motion caused the length in his mouth to throb and coat his tongue with a slick and salty fluid. The next swallow sent the fluid flowing down his gullet.
Gavin couldn't remember when he stopped being appalled at the idea of sucking the werewolf's shaft. He also couldn't remember when he began to bob his head. The intense musk was having a strange effect on the hunter, his sensitive nostrils forced to inhale more and more of it.
Ben grinned down at the human. It almost seemed like the hunter was eager now, like he was becoming his bitch. The werewolf almost lost it when the once powerful monster killer began to bob his head. The former omega wolf never felt such power or control and it was becoming an addiction. His cock only swelled more under his enemy's talented tongue. When Gavin's lips met his knot, he pulled the human back and growled low, "That's enough of that..."
The werewolf held the human in place long enough to send a strand of that clear pre-cum across his head, messing the deep auburn hair of the monster hunter, leaving a mark upon the man. Ben once again demonstrated his strength to the entranced monster hunter and flipped Gavin over on the bed, placing the human on all fours. It was all going so fast for the human, both creatures lost to their growing lusts.
Ben's paws hooked into Gavin's pants and roughly pulled back, lifting the human from the bed a couple times before the expensive fabric gave way and ripped down the seams. The monster hunter grunted with the force of it, yet barely heard the fabric rip away from his firm body, leaving him in nothing more then a shirt. In his haze, the human glanced down and wondered how his own shaft had gotten so hard, betraying his current situation.
The site wasn't lost on the werewolf either. He leaned back, lewdly stroking his engorged dick as he looked over the prone hunter. His eyes landed on the ass, enjoying how it was presented to him. It was something an omega wolf never saw except from a distance and always with the knowledge it's not for him to enjoy. The large monster licked his chops the moved onto the bed as well, this ass was his and he was damn well going to enjoy it.
Gavin started to move forward, a piece of him still resisting the beast. He started to crawl across the bed, but the attempt was weak at best. The werewolf's paws land on his hips and squeezed down firmly. The hunter isn't stupid. He's seen dogs fuck before. He tensed up, thinking the wolf's next movement would be to mount him. He closed his eyes and gave in, waiting for the monster to penetrate.
The cold nose against his hot ass caused Gavin to cry out in surprise and from the sensation. His hands clenched into the blankets over the bed when he felt the hot, paper thin tongue of the wolf trace the cleft of his rump. The next lick was rewarded with a moan. Out of all the women he had fucked, none had ever rimmed the monster hunter. It was an area that seemed so...taboo to the man. He didn't like touching his ass, much less have anyone else do it. And here he was, with a werewolf gripping his hips and eating out his ass. Each lick was like an electric shock and subsequent licks had the human squirming and moaning.
Worst of all it felt so good!
Ben feasted on the sounds of the human as much as he was on the ass he gripped in his paws. There was nothing strange about this to the wolf, having been used a number of times by his superior pack mates. He's had many tails draped over his head. But this was different somehow. He growled as the human moaned, flicking his tongue along the tight ring of muscle that marked the entrance to the hunter's body.
Both were panting heavily when the werewolf finally stopped licking. The beast's dick throbbed harder now, a growing orb having swollen at the base of the monster's shaft. He moved onto the bed. His paws never left Gavin's hips as his knees shimmied onto either side of the human's prone body. Silently, the werewolf mounted the monster hunter. Lewdly, Ben ground his hips forward, sawing his cock between the round globes of Gavin's ass a couple times, leaving a mess of slick saliva and pre-seminal fluid.
Gavin gasped at the sensation and realized what was happening in a moment of pure, uninterrupted clarity. He shook his head, eyes going wide as he leaned up. This couldn't happen! His back presses up against the werewolf's firm chest as Ben moved over him. The beast snickered into the monster hunter's ear, "Shhh...." Ben wiggles his hips, angling his cock just right...and thrust forward once again.
With a groan from both males, the monster made it official. The monster hunter was his bitch.
The tapered tip of the werewolf's member found Gavin's clenching asshole, hitting its mark just right. The abundant saliva lubed Ben and Gavin alike and made the werewolf's penetration easier then both expected. It was still painful for the virgin hunter, but the tapered tip helped to ease the hunter's ring open around the invading member. Gavin's back arched and pushed the back of his head against the crook of the werewolf's shoulder, changing the angle at which Ben's dick sank into him.
Gavin finally exhaled when the werewolf's lap pushed flush with his rump, as if to force the hunter to breathe. Ben held himself there and rolled his hips firmly against Gavin's ass, moving his doggy dick within the beaten human. Panting heavily, the human relaxed under the beast, letting his arms give out as he laid his head on the bed. Gavin moaned a soft "Fuck..." when the animal drooling on his back began to move his hips back and withdrew from within him.
Ben was just as lost as the hunter. This was amazing! The sensations, smells and heat. Oh god, the heat! It was so intense around his sensitive dick. The added pressure of the human's inner walls only added to the effect. No sooner had he begun to pull out, than he was sinking back in again. Gavin rewarded him with another moan as his lap pressed hard against the man's ass for a second time. With the human's head squashed against the bed and his ass elevated in the air, Ben was able to sink in deeper than before. A far different feeling flowed through both males.
Another thrust from the werewolf and they were fucking, both males accepting their place readily. Gavin rocked with each slap of the werewolf's groin against his ass, the beast's balls easily dwarfing his own as they swayed forward to press against the back of his own. The werewolf leaned back, pushing down on the human's hips to add a bit more leverage to his thrusts and held the hunter firmly in place for each rough motion of his hips. Ben drooled seemingly endlessly down upon the hunter's back where the human's shirt soaked up most of it and what was left ran down into the ass crack; soft squelching noises joining the grunts as the werewolf continued to fuck the human beneath him..
The werewolf alternated between long and short strokes of his hips, but never once slowed down. Ben raped the monster hunter with a feral rage not even he knew he possessed while Gavin was reduced to a mewling wimp under the large beast and rocked with each thrust, unable to do much else.
Suddenly, the human was empty. Ben pulled from the human with a swift motion that left Gavin moaning in its wake, his rump feeling even sorer now that the hot spear was gone. Paws roughly spun him around once again and laid him out on his back under the randy monster. Too dazed to do anything, his legs were easily grabbed and spread by those paws. The werewolf lifted them up and out of the way like they were made of string.
The tickle of fur on his inner thighs caused Gavin to tense up, his hands moving out quickly to grip the werewolf's shoulders. A grin spread across the wolf's muzzle, seeing the proud monster hunter in an even more submissive feminine position. He held the hunter's gaze quietly, not moving a muscle except to pant down into the human's face. The monster continued to hold that position with the hunter's legs around his hips and cock poised to sink back into that wonderful heat again.
Gavin tensed again when the beast pushed forward. The tight ring grew even tighter around the invading cock as the werewolf forced himself into the human for a second time. Once fully hilted, the monster wiggled his hips to get the human to cry out. There was no longer any pain for the human, just intense, hot pleasure. His body had accommodated the large cock better then he'd ever imagined possible.
Ben was beginning to become addicted to the sound of the monster hunter's moans. The beast leaned in to lick along the human's chin and only then noticed the firmness pressing against his stomach. A quick glance down only proved what he already knew. A cock that was nicely sized for a human but nothing compared to his own beast like prick was pressing into his stomach like a blunt dagger.
"Seems someone is enjoying this more then they're letting on," Ben mocked, making sure his stomach ground against the throbbing cock with each thrust.
"N...No..." Gavin shook his head quickly, only to follow it up with a moan as his cock was pressed between his smooth stomach and the soft fur of the werewolf's own. He didn't want to believe it; that he was actually enjoying this.
"Mmmm....yes..." The werewolf leaned in and snickered, never missing a beat as he continued to screw the monster hunter, "I'm fucking you until I cum either way. I won't tell anyone you enjoyed it...."
"No," Gavin whispered. This time he didn't shake his head as the werewolf continued to breed him.
The werewolf timed his thrusts and drew out slowly only to slam back in again. He tried to savor the human's inner heat as much as possible, but nature was quickly taking its course. He wasn't going to hold out much longer. Ben breathed heavily, taking in quick gasps with short rapid pants and Gavin matched him breath for breath.
"Hunter..." Ben began, leaning in again with that mocking grin on his muzzle, "You do realize...." He panted more, "That a bite isn't the only way for a werewolf to spread his...disease..." He licked his lips and watched the hunter under him, still driving his hips home with firm thrusts, "It's not the bite that spreads it....but the exchange of bodily fluids. And what's more" He paused and held his cock still and let it pulse right against the human's prostate, "A man changed by cum is always the submissive one. I should know..."
Gavin's blood ran cold as he heard the monster's words. He realized easily what the werewolf was referring to and panicked. The monster hunter pushed hard at the werewolf's chest as the beast continued to thrust into him, his strikes doing nothing but gaining a laugh from the large wolf that leaned over him, "N...NO!'
The monster hunter's attacks were futile though and the werewolf kept on fucking away. Each strike from the human was nothing more then an annoyance, but none the less the wolf's large paws each caught a wrist and pushed the hands down to the bed, effectively taking away any chance the monster hunter might have had.
"You...You said you wouldn't change me," Gavin whined and tried to pull his arms free.
"No," the werewolf growled, grinning still, as he corrected the human beneath him. "I said I wouldn't bite you."
Gavin struggled more, trying to shake the beast off of him. It was no use though, the cock kept him firmly lodged under the large beast, the paws only preventing him from hitting the large monster. He started to shake his head, "Let me go...you said you wouldn't do this..."
Ben began to laugh as his knot began to swell against the struggling human's ass. His thrusts began to grow more and more intense, rapid and erratic. The werewolf didn't need to say a word to let the human under him know what was coming.
Gavin's mind slipped into shock. This wasn't happening! It was one thing for a monster hunter to lose, but it was another to be turned into one of the enemy....and it was yet another to be changed in such a way. To add insult to injury, the humiliated monster hunter began to cry. The salty tears stung as they ran down the sides of his head. A million thoughts ran through his mind as he let the hopelessness of the situation fill his entire soul.
The werewolf stopped humping. The beast's hips slowed and came to a stop as his ears perked up. Gavin looked up at the wolf and noticed that Ben's gaze was turned toward the door. The monster rocked against the monster hunter one more time, "Oooh..."
With that same display of strength, Ben lifted Gavin from the bed, never once removing his dick from inside the human's body. With steady, rapid steps, the werewolf ran for the adjoining closet and slipped into the walk-in space. As the werewolf carefully closed the door behind him, there came a knock to the front door of the apartment. Both Gavin and Ben panted softly in the closet.
"Shhh," the werewolf hissed to the monster hunter, "You don't want to get caught like this do you?"
Ben slid to a sitting position, leaving the hunter to feel like a kid in his lap, so small compared to the large beast. The black furred wolf began to rock his hips under the monster hunter, slowly sliding his dick in and out of the Gavin's body once again. The human's legs remained around the werewolf's shaggy hips as the thrusting pushed the hunter to grip Ben's shoulders tightly, holding onto the werewolf now as he was screwed. Gavin caught his breath, as hard as it was to do, and let the monster continue to thrust into him.
Another round of knocks come to the front door before nothing but silence again. The werewolf continued that same slow, shallow thrusting into Gavin while the hunter tried his best to remain silent. The front door opened with a smooth creek before he heard a voice that made every nerve in his body ignite.
"Hello?"
Becky!
The blond woman slipped into the apartment as quietly as possible. The werewolf hissed into Gavin's ear again, "Well...look who it is. You had her smell all over you before..."
"Gavin?" Becky called out, "Are you here?"
"Call to her, boy," the werewolf teased quietly, a silent whisper in the hunter's ear.
Gavin pulled his head back and looked up at the werewolf. The beast only grinned in return, seeing the confusion in the hunter's eyes. The werewolf continued to thrust slowly, which caused the hunter to bite firmly on his lower lip, "W..what?"
"Call to your bitch, boy," Ben repeated. "She'll find us....I'll act startled and pretend like she scared me off....and you'll never see me again." The beast continued that slow, monotonous thrust, "Just call to her..."
Becky continued to look through the apartment, calling for Gavin.
"But...she'll...s...see..." Gavin struggled with the words and tried hard to remain quiet.
"Yeah," Ben said. "She'll see you getting screwed by a werewolf. She'll see how hard that puny cock of yours is over having a wolf cock deep inside you. She'll see her beau as a werewolf's bitch...but at least you won't get turned...."
Gavin's body shivered, the words only making the reality of the situation sink in even more. He heard Becky roaming around in the room outside the closet. He knew she'd be able to hear his call. He started to breath heavily, finding it impossible to find his voice.
"Mmmm," the werewolf growled, his hips still thrusting away. "You're missing your chance, boy..."
The cock in his rump continued its lazy sawing, mostly remaining deep within him. Gavin's mind was racing a million miles a minute. He wanted to call out to her, but his ego prevented it. What would she think, finding him in the closet with a large werewolf screwing him? She'd tell everyone.
"Going..." Ben mocked.
Gavin began to sweat, squirming in the werewolf's lap. He couldn't just let this happen.
"Going..."
Panic bloomed within the monster hunter, yet his mouth wouldn't work. Becky's foot steps moved toward the front of the apartment again, toward the front door. Gavin's mouth opened around the same time as the hinges squeaked on the front door, signaling the woman's exit from the room.
"Gone."
The werewolf pushed up on his knees and pushed Gavin back and through the closet door. The monster hunter landed on his back, under the beast that remained on all fours. A large grin spread over the muzzle of the monster as his hips gave one last, hard thrust, forcing an audible cry from the man's throat as a surge of white hot pain wracked his body starting from his anal ring.
The beast just tied.
The large orb of flesh at the base of the werewolf's cock forced itself into the tight confines of the monster hunter's ass. As Ben tried to pull back, he found the thick shaft lodge fully within the human...tied to his newest bitch. Gavin watched in quiet horror as the werewolf's eyes close partially, the furry body trembling. Like an explosion, Ben's eyes shoot open before he squirmed against the human under him, whining long and low.
The first shot of the beast's seed was like a cannon blast. The heat forced its way deep into the hunter. The next blast added to the first, and yet another one soon followed that. With each surge of the monster's vile, diseased seed, Gavin could feel a molten numbness flood his loins. It all became like fiery lava within him after the fourth violent jolt from the beast's dick.
Gavin lay under the trembling beast and began to tremble himself. The numb heat in his loins spread up through his guts and down into his thighs. His muscles began to tense and relax sporadically as that heat continued to rush through his form, uncontrolled and terrifying.
"Oh....god..." Gavin moaned, laying his head back, "What...the....fu..."
Gavin couldn't seem to form any words after that. His tongue twisted and mouth became impossible to use. The monster hunter felt a prickling in his hands, as if the blood circulation were cut off at the wrist. He lifted them, and stared in complete shock as a light dusting of auburn fur coated the back of both hands now paw, dark claws extended quickly from perfectly manicured nails. Each digit extended an extra joint, becoming gnarled and nasty.
The hunter's paws fell to his sides as he managed a moan out. Dizzily, he lifted his head, the shock his body was going through leaving Gavin dazed and confused. He watched as his shirt tore when muscles expanded on his chest and shoulders. His spine extended, extra vertebrae popping in among those already there, adding a good three feet to the human's height.
Gavin's gaze rested on his still hard dick. That same auburn fur that brushed along the back of his paws soon coated his balls as well, spreading thickly over his groin. It expanded a quarter of the way up his shaft before it stopped, leaving his dick hugged in a sheath similar to the werewolf that just fucked him. As his testicles descend in a new way, the sensation forced a climax from the hunter; a concrete sign of his defeat. The seed coated his now furry chest and quickly soaked into it. He whined, this time through his nose, like a dog.
The monster hunter shook his head again, moaning out once more, a sorrowful sound as the change continued. His mouth opened again, his teeth growing and pushing through the gums, forming heavy canines. They nearly ran out of room before finally his jaws began to push outward, stretching his nose along with it. Gavin squirmed in place as his snout formed, giving all those large teeth a permanent home. A dark, cold nose rested at the tip of Gavin's muzzle. Eyes that once sat fully in front of his head migrated slightly to accommodate the new shape of his head. The freely flowing tears coming from the once human monster hunter was quickly soaked up by the heavy fur lining the beast's face. With a low, almost whine howl, the monster hunter's change was complete.
From climax to change, the whole process took no longer then ten seconds, but it seemed like an eternity to the newly changed auburn wolf. He panted through a new nose. The odor of monster blood wasn't so unappealing anymore and the other odors...
Ben stared down at an auburn colored wolf, shaped much like him. The dark wolf grinned widely, licking his lips as he watched the beast under him. His hips wiggled again, moving himself within the still tied werewolf, gaining another gasp from Gavin.
With the physical change came the mental change as well. This time, when the black furred wolf began to thrust, Gavin wasn't being raped, but willfully submitting to the alpha male. What would be an assault to a human is a sign of dominance to a wolf. And Gavin accepted that sign fully.
As Ben came for the second time within his new packmate, the black furred wolf lifted his muzzle and howled out his conquest.
A second howl soon joined into his song.
Becky pulled her shawl tightly around her. The early morning sun was still tamed by the chill from the preceding night. Regardless, it promised a warm, pleasant day. The girl held a basket in one hand as she made her way to Gavin's lodgings. She was excited to see him again. The girl got an early start. The monster hunter had business to take care of and said he had to be off. She wanted to make sure he got his breakfast before he left.
Perhaps there would be time for a repeat of the previous night.
The thought made the right places tingle. She was certain he enjoyed himself. She was certain he'd want to do it again. Becky turned the corner, basket swaying with her movements. It was hard to contain her excitement; to stop herself from running the rest of the way.
Gavin's lodging was in sight. There was no sign that he left. Becky stopped to compose herself. She felt nervous. Her approach to the door was slow. What if he had already left? She didn't get to say good bye. The thought made her sad. He was there. He just had to be.
Becky stood at the door, regaining her nerves, and prepared to knock on the door. A sound caught her attention. A grunt.
Or was it a moan?
Someone was in there with Gavin, and they weren't just talking. Jealousy filled Becky with an unexpected rage that left her blood boiling. Her hand shook as she imagined the monster hunter with another woman. Becky wondered who it was as the sounds grew; the noise of love making. The closed door did little to muffle it.
At least the monster hunter hadn't left yet.
Becky wasn't an irrational person. She knew the hunter didn't belong to her or anything, but she felt some kind of possessiveness over the man. It was a crazy thought, as they hadn't known each other for long, but it was there and it only inflated her disdain. She was going to give this bitch, whoever it was, a piece of her mind.
Becky threw open the door and entered the apartment.