White Wolf

Ch. 13

Rage and grief boiled Vilkas's blood. "Those dirty cowards!" "Damn them to Oblivion!" He looked to the source of the shout to find a trembling Kina at his side. One look and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop her from wiping out the offenders. He didn't want to. Aela's anger had shifted target at the outburst, "The rats have a base up in Driftshade Refuge along with the Fragments of Wuuthrad." "Kina, let's go make those bastards pay." At the moment, he didn't care how the redheaded companion knew where their base of operations was, just that the info was valid. He'd ask how she got it later.

He didn't have to drag Kina out. She was ready for the hunt...more like slaughter. He knew a regular werewolf was powerful, but a half Daedra? He had no idea. She shifted once they got a good ways away from Whiterun, and he had to follow suit to keep up with the white were, and didn't have time to stow away their gear.

It was a long, nonstop run to Driftshade Refuge, and he was surprised that he didn't feel any worse for wear when they got there. He thanked his lucky stars because the battle immediately began. Blood, guts and scraps of metal immediately started flying, painting the white snow red. Then they ran inside.

The humans and elves alike didn't stand a chance, even though they were the Silver Hand. Some of them managed to land hits on them, but the weres hardly felt the sting of silver through rage and bloodlust. They tore everyone apart in their crimson haze. They got to the last room and killed the chief before exhaustion got the best of them. Kina changed back first.

She was tired and sweaty, but the bloodlust still ran hot through her veins. She watched her companion return to his human form, just as naked as she was. He was also still lost to the call, and sniffed. She did as well, and growled. She could smell her own arousal as well as his from the previous slaughter. In a heartbeat, he was on her, pinning her to the floor, neither caring that there were corpses present.

His mouth was on her, lips, teeth and tongue. He pulled her body flush against his, and growled low in his chest. She whined, already wet and ready for him. She growled and nipped at his jawline, which was about as close to his throat as she could get. A warning. He nosed and licked her face in apology before easing in. She gasped and panted as he set his pace, relieved at finally being filled. She tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but the position wouldn't allow for it. He gripped hard. So did she. She smelled his blood, and felt it flow over her claws with his sweat. The smell of his arousal mixed with his blood drove her further, and she clenched harder around his pounding length. His pace grew faster, more frantic. He panted heavily, his breaths puffing across her face. She didn't care. She was lost. She tilted her head back in her pleasure and howled. He took the opportunity to mark her neck. Mark her as his. He came hard as he tasted her, and eventually had to detach to announce his own release. She felt her teeth draw blood as his had. A thorough mark. All will see. All will know.

Then darkness befell her vision.