Trigger warnings: medical violence, needles, non-consensual horny drug, forced heat, mind manipulation, attempted sexual assault, violence and gore, full werewolf sex including werewolf dick, large insertion, body horror, cumflation
The tingling under Sabine's skin had returned by morning.
It felt unfair for her to wake up in such a state with Hans nowhere to be found. She could still smell his scent on her skin, feel his dried cum on the crotch of her panties. Her body craved his touch. Rolling onto her stomach, she groaned as the rough paper gown rubbed over her sensitive nipples. Her nails punctured the thin gurney mattress and she lifted her hips high enough to slide her hand between her thighs. She was wet like she expected, but touching the damp material sent a jolt through her body that was almost... painful.
The door swung open, startling Sabine out of her self exploration and she jerked her hand away just as the Doctor walked into the room. After a night of restless sleep he was the last person she wanted to see.
"How is the patient feeling today? Sore?"
Sabine wondered if he was referring to her fight with Zorin, or the rough quickie with Hans. Thinking about their last sexual encounter caused another painful throb between her legs and she masked her wince with an unfriendly smile.
"I'm feeling just peachy Dok. Can I go back to my room now?"
She lifted herself into a sitting position and tucked her unruly bedhead into a loose knot at the base of her skull. Despite the reflection from his glasses, Sabine didn't miss the quick once over the Doctor gave her. The look would have been sexual coming from any other man, but with him she felt more like a specimen studied under a microscope.
"Of course you can! After a quick follow up examination."
Sabine sighed as he entered the room and let the door close behind him.
As was their routine, her first test of the morning was a pregnancy test which, unsurprisingly, turned up negative. She still wasn't sure how she felt about being forced into motherhood, but after a month of unsuccessful attempts she was beginning to wonder if she was compatible with Hans, and what would happen to her if she was not.
The rest of the physical went as expected. Her wounds were healed, her bruises were gone. She felt perfectly fine despite the heat crawling through her body and even that seemed to lessen with the close proximity of the Doctor. He smelled like he hadn't showered and a quick look at the bags under his eyes told Sabine she wasn't the only one to miss out on a night of beauty rest. He even took her temperature three times before he was satisfied with the results!
As he reached for a syringe to draw her blood, he seemed practically giddy.
"Gee Dok, more blood? I'm starting to think you're selling it to the vampires under the table."
His smile didn't reassure her and she licked her lips before glancing towards the door. Where the hell was Hans?
"Nein. Though no doubt your blood would be highly enjoyed among the coinsurers. They claim each blood type has a distinct flavor profile."
Sabine looked back to the Doctor and wondered if he was serious as he pulled the needle from her skin. A few drops of blood seeped from the puncture wound and she fought the urge to lick it clean. She had tasted her own blood before through rough kisses with Hans, but never noticed if it was different from a regular human. Was that something he would know?
She glanced towards the door again.
"Hey Dok, do you know if Hans has come by this morning?"
"The Captain? No, I assume he is with the Major."
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Alone Wolf
Hombres LoboFated mates gone wrong. Warning: explicit smut, violence and horror. (Chapter 7 updated 9/13/24. 8-12 under construction) Brazil 1957 Nazi Captain Hans Gunsche is the last werewolf, or so he believes. Sabine is a cabaret girl who never imagined that...