The Window of Heaven Gang is out in the woods to hunt for the Ghost Valley Beast. Unexpectedly the beast kidnaps Zhou Zishu and Director Jin is out for blood to rescue the only man he thought as his soulmate.
The question is , after spending a week...
The scent fired every neuron in his brain, jarring him from sleep. It traveled on the wind, a faint, exotic perfume. Every muscle was bow tight. His body was wet with sweat and his breathing labored; his heart, a hummingbird wing's beat in his chest. He'd changed form while he was asleep. How long had it been since that happened? Years. . . . A decade? He didn't try for his human form, in truth, he liked his half one.
He was his strongest when he became a monster scarier than anyone could ever imagine. It made for a tight fit in the den though. His large shoulders scraped the sides of it as he exited. He straightened to his full height (ten feet) when he cleared it. His head rose, his nostrils flared as he scented the air. He knew it wasn't male but he was an equal opportunity killer. He had no qualms about killing a woman. He went in search for the smell that had snatched sleep from him. The scent was like a siren's song, each step was auto-piloted as his nose led the way. His thoughts were grey, fuzzy static as he passed through the night, but even mindless he was silent.
As the scent became stronger he took to the trees, a graceful leap that was more feline than canine, and was just as quiet in the branches as he had been on the ground. The smell became potent with each inch forward until a low growl rumbled through his chest. His blood was lava in his veins, his vision sharpened, his breathing became easy and his heartbeat slowed. Killing was what he did and he loved it. The taste of flesh and blood was already in his mouth.
Man, beast and wolf stopped. Three in one. Deadly. Lethal. Unmatched.
The lantern hanging on a tree next to him was the only light. He didn't need it. Even in complete darkness he would have been able to see the figure The beast's massive head cocked to one side as emotions warred within him. It was a first. He still wanted to feel his flesh between his teeth, wanted the warm saltiness of his blood sliding easy down his throat but there was something else. And that something else had to do with what protruded from his body, thick and hard as stone. His human form may have been built like every man's fantasy but he'd never been with one. His work didn't call for fucking it called for killing .He was dumbfounded. The confusion led to the only emotion his current form allowed: anger.
He took a step, his human form trying to fight to the forefront as well as his wolf. All three wanted a closer look at the ethereal beauty standing below them. In his current state of befuddlement he took one step too many. The branch had thinned and could no longer support his weight.
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He had been heard.Taking a careful step backwards when his body screamed for him to go forward, he found sturdier footing. He'd never backed away from anything. Every fiber of his being demanded that he take the man. He wanted him, he needed him Dead...alive...his beautiful throat between his teeth or his cock between his thighs, his rattled mind couldn't settle. He wanted to howl in frustration. There had never been anything but the driving need to kill inside him. The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of the capture and anticipation of death were the only things that quickened the muscle that pumped blood through his body
Beast scented the air and listened to make sure no one was around. Its shadowy form stepped out of the clearing bent low, and ran on all fours the short distant to the side of it. He would come back for the beauty he needed to wait until it was nighttime.
Zhou Zishu heard a twig break. When he looked back he saw none one. He headed back to the camping site and prepared dinner with Director Jing and his team from the Window of heaven. They had come to the forest to haunt the Beast from the Ghost Valley. After dinner and a few drinks , he settled back in his tent and fell asleep immediately.
The dark was complete, so thick it could almost be touched. The campfire was a beacon in the near distance as Zhou Zishu got out of his tent and walked to a nearby bush, unzipped his pants to pee. Suddenly he felt like he was being watched. He butyoned up his pants and when he looked up,horror, of shock and disbelief, was stuck in his throat. The monster was straight out of a horror movie. He knew it for what it was the second his brain registered that—no—he wasn't hallucinating—there really was a giant wolfman standing in front of him.
He reached for the gun and had it aimed pretty fucking quick but there was hardly time to pat himself on the back as the beast was on the move. He squeezed the trigger. The werewolf moved like magic, he'd been standing ten, possibly twenty feet away and then he was right in front of him; snatching the gun from his hands and slamming him firmly, painfully against a tree. Holding him close to his fur covered body he stared into his face. A single word escaped his thin lips. The one growled word was: a command, a threat, a promise.
Kill.
His heart was beating in his chest like a drum. He could hear it in his ears, feel it on his skin. The beast lowered his face into his neck and took a breath so big his chest doubled in size. The growl that built in his body vibrated through him to his bones. The erection that pressed against him was long, thick and hot. Whatever life He had left, long or short, He knew he had to fight. Had to at least try to get away or risk being taken by this monster in more ways than one. He knew this was the beast they were all looking for. Director Jin and the Window of Heaven were so close. He just needed to yell and they would come to his rescue.
The monster's second word landed on him like a ton of bricks, or a boulder, possibly a mountain, definitely a mountain.
Mine.
He breathed the word into his skin, his breath a warm caress on his neck. He struggled in his arms not caring if the action brought death with it. He was pulled into a tighter embrace until his ribs felt ready to break. He struggled until the growl turned into a warning snarl and He stilled when his teeth pressed against his throat.
"Mine," the beast repeated. Then he bit him. Zhou Zishu screamed into the palm that lay across the lower part of his face. He screamed until his throat was raw and he was pretty sure he had no voice left.
He was then picked by the beast, cradled like a baby, and he ran faster than any person could. If anything could be worse than being kidnapped and bitten by the Ghost Valley Beast. He stared at it in anger and confusion.
"Quiet," the beast growled, but then dropped him on the ground. Wen Kexing could feel the heat of him as he crouched above,so hot that he was sure it could scorch his skin. The beast lowered the claw that had stopped centimeters from his skin when he had whimpered and it issued the warning growl and by the grace of God, Zhou Zishu's cries were silenced as he turned his head and licked the bleeding bite on his neck. With each swipe of its tongue the wound felt better and Zhou Zishu had no idea how long they lay like that.
The beast stopped licking him and sniffed along his neck, down his chest, crawled down his body, smelling as it went and his breath stopped when it went lower and Zhou Zishu tried to fight but his clawed hands pressed on his thighs, pushing them open. It buried its nose in his crotch and took a deep breath, then another. "Please," Zhou Zishu begged. It paused, giving him hope. They both were still for a handful of seconds. Zhou Zishu waited. The first lick was a long, slow sweep of his tongue up and down his cock and then moved to his sweet hole. Zhou Zishu shuddered and the beast growled.
