Chapter 3 - Awakened

After that night, Ulrich sensed a subtle change in Alana’s spirit. Sure, some of her former vitality returned, which Ulrich was glad to see. But there was something else. Her appetite for one, had bounced from one extreme to the other. Where at first, he was barely able to convince her to take a bite, now he had to stop her to preserve their rations. At one point, he had to physically take food out of her hand. She had looked guilty but hadn’t further expanded on the incident. She had gained a quality in her gaze that made him somewhat uneasy. He thought it was hunger, maybe more than that. An unsatisfied craving, perhaps? He couldn’t quite read it, but it made her uneasy, which in turn caused him to feel increasingly unnerved. 
All of this he could have put aside as a psychological reaction to the things she had been subjected to, if there weren’t physical changes appearing on her body. It had started the day after her leg brace had inserted itself into her. The tips of her fingers had turned a maroon color. It wasn’t the cold air either, since Ulrich could see the veins in her fingers had taken on the same blush. It couldn’t be missed, contrasting on her pale skin. There were shadows around her eyes, which were also smoked in a reddish hue. But despite Ulrich bringing up the topic numerous times, her sheer effort to glance over the subject frustrated him. It seemed like, whatever happened to her, she was doing her best to ignore it away. This too, Ulrich could have dealt with, if it hadn’t been getting worse. 
Every day, the inky red veins grew longer. Her dissatisfaction grew stronger.


One afternoon, they stopped on a quaint creek, when Alana suggested they wash their dusty and sweaty skin and clothes. As they undressed beside the gently flowing water, Ulrich tried bringing up the subject again.


“Alana, you’ve got to acknowledge what’s going on here…”


“mmh…”


“I’m concerned, Alana…”


“It will be alright… I’ll be the one dealing with it, I’m sure you’ll be okay…”


Her back facing him, she pulled her dresses over her head. With growing discomfort, he could see red lines growing around her sides, like fingers stretching for her spine. 


“Alana!”


Annoyed, she turned around to face him. Ulrich drew a sharp breath, as he looked at her naked body. The purple marking had sent out a web of inky lines, covering her abdomen, reaching down below her waist. Something else caught his eyes. He was damn sure, her breasts had grown. There was an unmistaken swell to them, as they pushed into each other. She hadn’t exactly been flat before, but now he doubted he could have cupped her tits with his hands. The thought would have aroused him more, if her nipples hadn’t had the same plum shine to them as her fingers and toes, making them look sore and sensitive. And wrong, somehow…


“You want to know what’s going on Ulrich? Because it’s not the color of my fucking fingers, okay? You see all this purple shit? It’s about as sensitive as the head of your fucking dick. Every time I touch something, I feel sparks fly through my body. My nipples keep rubbing against my fucking dress. And you know what sucks even more than all that? I just got raped… twice… by who knows what and yet, all of the sudden, I can’t stop hungering for…” She looked down at his body. “I don’t know if it’s this fucking mark, or this fucking brace… or what, but every waking second, all I can think of, is getting pounded…”


Ulrich lifted his hands in capitulation. 


“Sorry… I don’t want to make it worse, I swear. I’m just scared Alana. And something is clearly affecting you.”


“I just want to wash up and sleep, okay?”


So Ulrich let her be and they cleaned the rugged dirt of the past days. As they were about to get back out of the water, Ulrich heard Alana curse behind him.


“Shit…I think it’s happening again…”


He turned around, as he heard her groan. Seeing her go limp and drop into the water, he rushed back to her with splashing steps, desperately fighting against the water’s resistance.
When he reached her, she was fully submerged in the water. Her weightless hair now swayed with the gentle flow of the creek, only the glaring whites of her open eyes staring at him. Panicking, Ulrich bent down, placing his elbows beneath her armpits and locking his hands around her back. With a sharp pull, he lifted her body out of the river. Pressing her naked shivering form close to his, he began treading back towards the water's edge. 
Alana’s head had fallen limp onto his shoulder, bobbing back and forth as he carried her, when she began moaning. Ulrich could feel the wet slithering of her leather bracelet, as her thigh was pushed hard against her side. With growing shame, he felt his erection building, as Alana’s lustful yapping intensified. He felt her legs shaking in orgasmic fits, her full huge breasts pushed into his chest. He could have sworn, there were liquids besides water dripping down his leg…


As he laid her down on the soft grass, he had clear vision on the leather string, once again, injected into her pussy, disappearing behind her outer lips. With effort, he retrieved it, just as he had a few nights previously. And just like then, Alana came back to her senses. 
She was still panting hard, as she registered him, kneeling next to her.
But there was none of the softness in her eyes this time. Instead, she met his eyes with an accusing glare.


“I wasn’t done…”, she hissed.


Ulrich was speechless. For a second, he kneeled there, dumbfounded.


“You like it?” He asked her, awkwardly after a brief silence.


“I don’t like it, stupid. I need it…”


Ulrich swallowed, pushing himself a few inches away.


“You’re fucking scaring me, Alana…”


He noticed her eyes shifting. She no longer stared into his face but had lowered her gaze between his legs. With confusion and humiliation, he realized, that his dick was still erect. 
Alana jumped to her feet and Ulrich couldn’t help but notice the jiggling of her full, lavish breasts.
With fletched teeth, like a wild predator, she bridged the gap between them quickly. One hand had wrapped around his throat, while the other grabbed his balls, squeezing them hard. Ulrich felt the air being pushed out of him, as the pain flared up between his thighs.


“I neeeeeeed… to finish…” She hissed, her lips still curled in an irritated snarl.


Ulrich was shocked and surprised by her strength, as she held him in place, pushing her body into his. He felt his iron rod pressed into her belly, as she swung him around, leaning herself into a tree behind her.
Ulrich, completely flustered and shocked, couldn't bring himself to utter a word. And so, he followed her lead, his brain hypnotized by the powerful concoction of fear and arousal that had taken over. With surprising agility, she jumped up, pushing her legs in his sides while placing her hands on his shoulders. More instinctive than conscious, Ulrich caught her, by placing his hands on either side of her cheeks. He felt her warm, soft flesh, as his hands pushed into the fat of her butt. Feeling this and realizing how close his dick was to her entrance, he felt his erection bob in anticipation. 


He shuddered as he felt one of Alana's hands leave his neck, her long thin fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock. Ulrich lowered her, as she began rubbing his swollen head up and down her slit. Throwing her head back, she released a feral moan. Fear and hot arousal, both nearly uncontainable, warred in Ulrich, although somehow the combination turned him on further. So he remained there for a while, feeling precum drip out of him, as she used his head to scratch her itch. Rubbing it around her clit at times, before letting it slide up and down her outer lips, her aroused breathing increased. With every inhale, rock hard red nipples on her swollen, heavy tits pushed up into his view. He felt her juices running down his shaft, the warm liquids feeling hot in the cold winter air. 
When he thought she had nearly finished, she grabbed him by the base, lowering himself onto him. Slowly, she impaled herself on his throbbing member. As he felt her incredibly tight, warm cave slide onto his erection, she threw her head forward in a greedy moan, biting hard into his neck. He cringed under the pain, feeling hot blood drip from the pierced skin. But before he was able to react, she began pumping him hard. Slipping up and down his stiffness, he heard the unmistakable wet slurping of her arousal. She took him all in, as he felt her lips on his base with every thrust. With furiosity, she fucked him harder and harder. For a time, he doubted that he could withstand her for long, as her pussy tightened around the swell of his head with increasing contractions. Then, he felt her hole pull together, squeezing his dick like a wet towel. They both spasmed, as he spilled into her with several pumps, filling her cave with his sticky seed.
Panting, he let her down to the ground where they both lay naked and sweating for a while, despite the freezing temperature.

