Chapter 1 - The Witch


A short, frustrated sigh escaped me as I swept away at the shards of glass.

An idiot Hunter just had to fall through the window I just cleaned. He just had to make sure every piece of glass was strewn about the place. He just had to bleed all over my freshly clean floor.

He was lucky I had a full belly and half a night’s rest, otherwise the fucker would have been skewered ten minutes ago.  Didn’t help that he was sorta cute.

Asshole broke my window though. He’d pay for that… somehow. 

I had to move him into the bathroom. I didn’t like blood all over my nice clean floor, and it was easier to clean tiles than it was floorboards. 

Ugh. Why do I even clean this shit?! It’s not like I’m going to have visitors. That Hunter would probably jump away with his lovely friends. Good thing they knew better to screw with me. I’d fuck their day up. I wouldn’t get taken down by some flimsy dicks with... unending stamina… rugged good looks… tasty red eyes…

I really needed something to fu-

‘Ok. Calm your shit girl. Control the beast that is our ovaries.’

Right. Thanks.

‘Now, judging from all that blood we panicked over coming out his arm. He… might be ok.’

Yep. He should be fine. I’ve seen a Hunter without a hand and still scamper off. But, that doesn't excuse the fact that, that fucker bled all over my-

‘We went over this!’

Right. Sorry.

‘Now. Let’s go over how we feel. We’re not hungry, but he might be. There’s some of that old meat that we grabbed from the freezer room in the sub-level. We’ll heat it up, feed the Hunter, and we’ll see what happens.’ I hopped up, grabbed the pork, unwrapped it, and shoved it in the oven. Turning the number dial to max, ‘We also have to figure out what to do with these dirty clothes. The monthly blood stuff can get annoying. And finding new underwear is tiring.’

That was true. Every time it happened, I felt like I needed something to shove in there. It was like an unbearable heat gnawing away at my insides, and the occasional stomach pains. 

This heat felt like it could only be calmed by… mating. Which wasn’t necessarily bad, but I didn’t want to force anything to happen. Maybe let my mate know that I wanted to have sex. Push him into the floorboards and ravish his mouth as I drag my claw down his-

‘Oh honey, we know we can’t get any. But we’re here too.’

I sighed. Loneliness had gotten to me a long time ago. All infected were fearful of me. Of my strength. I was unusual, even in the eyes of my sisters, who would all move from place to place, usually where sweets were. Other than the basic infected nearby, who just waddled about vomiting on, and beating the shit out of each other. 

I didn’t like the taste of sugar. Nor did I enjoy the being alone. 

So, an imaginary friend became my only voice.

‘Imaginary? Honey, we’re the recollection of memories of who we were before we turned into a smoking hot-’

Shut up. Me.

All those years of climbing and travel served my body well, muscles in all the right places. Fighting off everything from the survivors to Tanks. And five years of wandering around meant plenty of experience. 

Fuck yeah I'm hot, I’ve earned it. As opposed to those thin bitches who sobbed and cried for sugar.

I collected all the glass with a pan and broom, throwing it out the new hole in my wall. Turning back to see the small room, the walls and floor were both relatively clean, though, white walls were a pain to clean. The wooden floors had some blood stains where I’d make the occasional mess. Other than that, everything was clean. I’d remembered how to use an oven and stove, anything I couldn’t use or grab was thrown away. 
Well, the breeze was nice. But having an open window, well a hole, is dangerous and annoying. It was time to relocate anyways.
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I heard a jangle and light clinking come from the bathroom, and several grunts. I sighed lightly, knowing full well he was pulling out all my things. Seems like he could figure out how to heal himself just fine.

The bathroom door swung open. I jumped, a piece of pork dropping from my mouth into my open palm. The Hunter stood in the doorway, still holding onto the handle. His red eyes were wide in shock. His shaggy, brown hair had some blood splattered in it. The same could be said for his blue hoodie and brown pants. 

We stared at each other for just a moment. Before he slowly started closing the door. 
‘Well? Go get him. Just don't scare the poor-’

I dashed toward the door, my claws slamming into the wood. I widened my eyes and stared into his, struggling not to breath heavily. He stared back. I didn’t think he was breathing.

‘Congratulations. We scared the guy.’

Ignoring… myself… I stared into his fascinating red eyes. Hunters were the only ones who had those eyes. Everyone else was orange and white. 

He leaned back slightly. He was short, kinda thin too. There was muscle there, but nothing too impressive. He must have been the runt of his pack. Well, let's see how he acts then.

I poked him. No response. 

A moment passed and he hadn't moved. Well at least he understood that I’m in control here. I shifted my gaze to his wound, which now had a bandage on it. 

‘Hey, that’s mine!’

Yeah! That’s mine!

I poked the bandage, right where the wound would have been. The Hunter hissed.

Did that fucker just hiss at me?!

I crouched, my claw twitched in anticipation. He held his breath and hung his head low, sagging his shoulders and arms.

‘Oh, honey, I think he hissed because we hurt him. That bandage covers a wound, remember?’

Oh. Shit.

‘Just smile, guys like it when girls smile, right?’

Yeah! That could work. I smiled, but he was still looking down. Looks like I'll need to poke the fucker to get his attention!

‘Wait not there!’

I pushed the tip of my claw into his arm. Where his bandaged… wound… shit!

He did look up though. With the most adorable pout. Oh goodness I could just squeeze him. I hummed at the thought and poked him in the chest absentmindedly. He blinked once before looking around me. 

Huh. Did their ears always look so sharp-ish? Like the tip of their ears were pointed, and there were no ear-lobes. I remember five or so years ago when these guys looked like blister ridden assholes that would scream every four seconds. I eyed the bandage again. My bandage. True, I couldn’t use it, but still. Everything I take, everything I use or could use, is mine.

‘Well. If he’s using what belongs to us, then that means he belongs to us?’

Yeah! I like that idea. He’s mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Alright, let’s figure out how the mouth works again.

“Mi-ne.” I tried. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious that I was blushing, that would be embarrassing. Using words wasn’t something I did on the regular.

‘Yeah, but who says he can understand?’

The Hunter looked slowly back over to me, his sexy red eyes staring into mine. He tilted his head somewhat.
‘Well, we’ll be damned. He might understand.’

I poked the bandage, making sure to hit the end of it where he wasn't wounded. Then poked his chest. 

“Mine.” I repeated. I hoped that he would understand, it was amazing that he hadn’t jumped away. Let alone possibly understand. His head tilted a little more, his brow creased and he seemed to be deep in thought.

‘Alright. We might be getting somewhere. Try feeding him next?’

Don't make it sound so weird, me.

“Mine. Eat.” I said. I lifted up my palm where the cooked meat was in his face. He looked confused for a moment.
‘Ooh, much more fluent this time’

He reached out. His dirty bloody hand nearing the food! I shook my head angrily, and growled. I lifted up my hand further. I would not allow all that time spent cooking be wasted on dirty food!

‘Then how will he eat it?’

Oh. Good point. Uh…

His head moved down, eating off my palm.

‘Oooh oh ho ho. How SCANDALOUS!’

Shut up woman! Oh fuck, this was really hot. He took another bite, his tongue accidentally sliding against my palm. I held in a gasp. I couldn't hold back the wide smile on my face, there was definitely a blush now. He took another bite, sighing out in satisfaction when he swallowed. I bit my lip. He was really getting into it, must’ve been hungry this whole time. He continued eating out of my palm, clearly not bothered and concentrated entirely on the food. I couldn't stop smiling.He was extremely precise while finishing off the last piece. 

‘Chewing slowly, with his mouth closed too! Miracles do happen out here.’

As he chewed the last piece, I stared at my dirty claw. He finished off the last piece with a gulp. I looked up and smiled. 

“Clean.”

‘Damn girl, getting kinky eh?’

I moved my claws up, showing some of the juice left over. He blinked once, looked up at me, then leaned his head forward.

‘Is he actua-’

He ran his tongue up my index claw. My eyes widened. Muscles tensed. Shock ran through my spine. He dragged his tongue along it again. And again. And again… 

‘Ohhhhh fuuuuuck. What is thisss?’

He licked, always at the same pace. Always from the palm to the tip. Every touch of his wet tongue sent sparks and shivers through me. The heat in my stomach expanded throughout my body. I could feel something wet coming. Like when I played with myself.
I noticed his eyes travel down my body. Paying an unusual amount attention on my clothes. Sure, they were dirty, but that didn’t warrant staring.

“Clean.” I growled, he looked startled for moment. He moved onto the next claw.

‘W-wait we're not read- fuuuuck.’

His tongue ran up my middle finger. Flicking off the tip. I brought my other hand up to my mouth, stifling embarrassing noises. He didn’t let the grease drop away either. Every lick was followed by entering his mouth, and swallowing. The grease and blood that I could never wash off properly, was being cleaned off. He moved to the fourth claw.

I bit into my lower lip. My other hand spasmed wildly and dropped.  Toes curled into the floor. He seemed so absent minded about it too. Like he didn't see how this affected me. I rubbed my thighs together, a warm liquid dripped down on them. He noted my other hand, and his own hand grabbed it. A thumb pressed into my palm, the pressure was both comforting and pleasant. I nibbled my lower lip, smiling slightly from the pressure on both my hands.

My knees shook as his talons crawled up and down my arm. I couldn't hold my breath. It came out in small gasps. Each of his nails pressed softly in my sensitive flesh. They dragged from my inner elbow, down to my wrist, then back up.
He moved to my pinky claw. Still dragging his nails along.

‘N-no… any more and we'll…’

He dragged his tongue along slower. I groaned, not able to contain nor deny this feeling. The wetness between my legs too intense to ignore. My legs shook. I was close to something. Something that I had needed for a long-

His mouth wrapped around my pinky. His tongue swirled around the tip. I fell into him. My hips twisted as something was coming, it was a tingling sensation before. But now it was coming out more as an intense rumble.

He released my finger, preventing that feeling from reaching an apex. I gasped heavily.

Something amazing just shot through us.

Wait… ‘us’? I didn’t talk like that. My other usually does

‘Interesting. We haven't experienced that feeling before.’

He was looking at me again. Staring blankly. His red eyes delved into my own. My other, non-licked, hand stroked his cheek. I tried to take in every detail of his face. No blemishes or scars, a stark contrast compared to other Hunters.  Careful not to slice away at him with my claws, I ran my hand down his body and let out several sighs. He must bathe regularly to keep this clean. 

‘Why must you be so weird about being clean?’

I bit my lip and felt my cheeks flush in anticipation as my palm turned over his waist. My claws gliding over his pants and I pressed it into hi- I sighed happily.

‘Jackpot.’

Oh, damn he was well endowed. I made a few circular motions, before I looked over to the bed and waving my hand toward it. 
He looked back and forth between the bed and myself. The heat inside of me had grown unbearable. I wanted to strip in front of him and tear off his clothing. To lay atop him and tease and taste his body. Bite into him. Control him. Slam my hips as his dick pushes its way throu- He turned back to the fucking bathroom?!

That rude inconsiderate son of a bitch was going to pack his shit up once he was done eating my food and taking my stuff? Well, I may as well kill him right here and now. No way am I going to let something that belongs to me escape from me. He is MINE. 

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE

Before I could make a move, he grabbed his hood and stared at it for a moment. This was the part where he put it on and ran off. Though, Hunters must really value their clothing if they should-

He ripped off his sleeves. Then turned to me, still staring into my eyes with that blank stare.

‘Hey. You ever think we’re just wrong about stuff? I think this is the fourth time we assumed something wrong of him and either nearly hurt him or just… kinda hurt him.”

Shut. Up. Me. Well, he wasn’t running off. That was a start. Which pleased me more than I thought. It was surprising that he wasn’t going to leave immediately. It was strange, and oddly satisfying. That doesn’t explain why he ripped off his sleeves.

‘Eh, maybe he just wanted to show off the bandage? I mean, he did just tear both of them off.’

He did?

There were two sleeves on the floor, he had picked up his dirty blue hood and inspected it. I giggled somewhat, loving that he’d want to show off the bandage. It meant that he’d really be mine! I picked up both sleeves. They tore apart between my claws, I laughed in glee, loving the feeling of broken fabric. The shredded pieces of sleeves fell to the floor in a small pile. I looked back to him, he still showed a passive expression. He must always be in deep thought. The blue hoodie in his hands the focus of his attention. Blue. Blue is mine. I poked his hoodie, then him.

“Blue. Mine.” I purred.

His head tilted slightly, eyes scanned my face. Always thinking. Thinking about me? As I looked down at the pile of rags I noticed a small puddle of blood, and droplets strewn about from where I put him, and where he fumbled near the cabinet. I stepped over the puddle, gliding my ass over his crotch as a sort of hint. I pulled at the shower head until a long tube followed. The shower was extendable, and I'd had a lot of fun with it on high pressure and pressed into where it ached most. 

I turned it on and washed the blood down the floor drain and picked up the blue rags. The glass pieces were thrown them into the nearby bin. I turned off the shower and put the head back where it belonged.

“Clean.” I damn near squeaked out the one word he seemed to understand. I couldn't help but smile though. It was so much fun to have another person around.

‘Aww come on. We don't mean that. We love us.’

A grunt broke off my internal dialogue. Blue was removing his bandage. I wasn’t sure if stopping him was ok. He must have been doing it with a purpose. I growled, but not to threaten him, rather, it was more disapproving. He looked over and breathed out heavily. His arm rose as he took it off in front of me. Black blood oozed out of his wound, flesh seeming to weave together. This process must be a cleansing for the body, all that black blood the rejected cells of that process.

‘Sometimes I forget we’re smarter than we show.’

Fuck off, me.

‘Nevermind.’

He leaned over the sink, washing off the blood to reveal a layer of dull pink skin. He sighed softly, looking over to the shower.

Oh. Heck. Yes.

I wiggled my arms behind me. An attempt to unclip my bra so I could start the shower and join him. Most times I would just rip bras off. So much easier than tediously fumbling. 

Like what was happening now.

I sighed, probably ruining the moment. A presence behind me almost made me jump. With one hand, he clicked open the clasp to my bra. 

‘Keep him.’

I hummed, trying not to blush too hard. I wanted to look confident. Not like one of those thin bitches that run off. I looked over my shoulder and gave my best smile. 

“Re… move. Remove.” I whispered. A Hunter’s hearing should be good enough to pick that up. His hands grasped the thin cloth over my shoulders, slowly pulling them down. His knuckles brushing down my arms, a shiver ran down my spine. With the garment off, I put my arms under my breasts and turned to face him. I sauntered over to him, pleased with myself as he eyed my breasts with interest.

I pushed my boobs into his face, since he liked looking at them so much. I blushed lightly as soft breath passed over the skin. They weren’t overly large, but they were big enough to have fun with. I hadn’t realized that teasing and playing with another person’s body would be so much fun. I lowered slightly, leaning towards his pointed ear, the tingling feeling of my breasts gliding down his face was pleasant. 

“Clean.” I breathed out, hoping that he’d get somewhat aroused.

He stepped around me, I had looked at him in some confusion and interest. He started to remove his own clothing, causing me to blush in surprise. His pants and underwear came off, revealing a semi-erect dick flopping out and a ballsack that seemed to swing with any small movement. My efforts at seduction had not gone unwarranted. I licked my lips in anticipation, hoping to have him hard and excited to get down to naughty business. 

He put his clothing, and my bra, on the toilet seat lid. He entered the shower and pushed the shower head back into where it belonged. He had a cute butt. It was taut, but small and nice. He seemed nonplussed about what would have been icy water running along his body.

I removed my own underwear, hoping not to tear it. The water had grown warmer as Blue released a pleasant sigh. His body visibly relaxing as the warm water massaged against his skin. I joined in, hoping to press up against him, however, he moved to the side and smiled. I went under the water, letting it soak the top layer of my hair and run down my skin. I flexed my hands, wanting to try and clean myself, but it would only make more of a mess. 

I looked at him as he scanned the dirt on my body thoughtfully. Grumpy that he wasn’t looking at me in lust, I pressed my pillowy boobs in his face again, wrapping my arms around him as I did so. Hoping that it would garner a reaction from-
One of his hands ran through my hair.

I tensed at the stimulating touch. All I had managed was to scratch and cut at it, rather than wash it. He could probably feel all the dirt and grime in it. Yet, his fingers ran through and pressed on my neglected scalp. The touch of his hands was soft and delicate, yet they pressed firmly at the same time. They massaged and it made me squeeze him tighter. He stopped his ministrations and I looked down at him with a pout. His eyes trailed down and spent an unusual amount of time staring at my lips. I felt something bump into my crotch for just a moment.

Was he aroused by lips?!

Before I could think of saying anything, he slipped an arm from my grasp and reached for some sort of container. He looked back and forth from my hair and the container. I looked at it in interest, it was a container that was labelled ‘2in1 Shampoo & Conditioner’. He squeezed some of the liquid inside the container and ran it through his hair. I watched intently as his eyes remained closed, likely to keep the stuff out of them. His neck and body were extremely vulnerable, didn’t he realize? He washed out the substance in his hair that had started to foam up. Brown water flowed down the drain. So what he put in his hair was cleaning product. He picked up the bottle and pointed at it. I followed his finger as he pointed at my own hair. He squeezed more of the liquid out and ran it through my hair. His fingers pressed into my scalp, and I couldn't help but groan as they ran along the surprisingly sensitive skin. Eyes closed to avoid the foam travelling down my face. His nails barely grazed against my flesh, and my knotted hair slowly became free. I pushed against his fingers, have I been pampered like this by someone else before.

‘Or at all when we think about it.’

My head was under the water once more, the foam washed out as his fingers weaved through my wet hair. My hair smelled so nice, as opposed to that rotting blood smell that surrounded me. I turned to face him and hugged him again. He gave a small smile, indicating he was secretly pleased with himself. I was glad that he liked clean things, like me.

I leaned closer to him, trying my hardest not to give away that I was sniffing him slightly. While the both of us had used that soap stuff in our hair, that smelled flowery, there was another smell that made me nervous. It was a pleasant smell, but it made my stomach flutter in nervousness. I put my head next to his, I couldn’t help but hum. It was a quiet hum that I only let out in pleasant situations. 

We were face to face, he looked up to me and I looked down. His deep red stared into my orange. His features were sharp, no scars or blemishes on his face, but plenty over his body. Just a really handsome Hunter. The naked flesh of his warm body reminded me of how cold it could get. Of how alone I could be. 

I leaned just that bit more forward, my breath grew heavier and the nervousness within my stomach grew till it burnt. 
“Ugh, get in there already!”

I felt something push me, yet there was nothing behind me. That didn’t stop my lips from pressing into his own pair. I didn’t move, my breathing exited from my nose. This was my first time! I didn’t know how to do this!

“Actually-”

My first time! I squeezed my eyes shut, yet I could still feel his red eyes boring into me. A hand ran down my head and through the clean, white hair. His lips seemed to fold and caress over my own softly. A slow, tender pace. It felt good, arousing, even. 
But what was most important is that he wanted it to. 

His hand weaved through my hair and lightly pressed my scalp. Moving down ever so slowly as our lips ran over the others firmly. Nails lightly pressed into my neck, travelling down my back. My own claws shook behind his back, memories of his tongue running along them along with the treatment he gave now were stirring flames that were already there. Feeding them, threatening to make me act as a wildfire.

His nails scratched along my back. I shivered and pulled back from the kiss, not at all ready for him to decide the pace. Nuh-uh. No way. This is my place. This is my bathroom. This hunter, Blue was also mine. Mine. MINE.
My claws released from his back, and I forced him against the wall, claws now on either side of his head. He let out a small squeaky sound, I would have laughed, if it weren’t for the intense desire to grind my crotch against him. His eyes were wide in shock, and his body was still. Good, he knows his place. I smiled widely, revealing teeth as his eyes closed and body began shaking slightly.
“Are we scaring him?”

Hard flesh sprung and pressed into my sensitive crotch. My eyes widened and my toothy smile only grew.

“Hey, uh, maybe we should tone it down a bit?”

I pressed my body into him, the warm water made it easier for my boobs to rub against his chest. His dick rubbed against and between my thighs. I pushed them together, he made a small grunt in pleasure. His eyes opened a little, his breath grew laboured. His eyes trailed all over me. Probably taking in the smoking hot body that was me. Accepting that I was a good mate for him. That I was worthy of having children and could provide protection and food, so he can look after the children. How could Blue not accept me? I was perfect, and he was MINE.

A spark shot through where his member rubbed against, I lowered my head next to his ear in surprise and pleasure. My own breath had increased, thighs reversed due to height difference. All I could rub against now was his tip. But it was hitting somewhere good, like a small button was being pressed repeatedly that sent shocks through my back. He writhed against my body, obviously loving how my body resonated with his own! We were made for one another! Because he was MINE.

His hands grabbed onto my ass, I moaned out, one of my more pleasurable areas pressed into my his talons. Obviously egging me on, as his body tensed up in pleasure. I let him know that the gesture was good, turning to his neck to nibble on the flesh. Leaving a small mark, to claim him. To let all know who he belonged to. I hummed in satisfaction, hearing his voice come out in pleasured groans and high-pitched whines. I shook my ass against his hands, and hummed louder as my button was pressed into. 
I let loose a clawed hand, carefully placing an index claw and middle claw on either side of his dick. Ensuring I didn’t push the bladed edge in, I tightened and began jerking him off slowly. Judging by the pleased groans that had left his mouth, I had done it right. 

My teeth disconnected from his neck, and moved to the other side, sucking hard on it. His groans got louder, and I nipped every so often, trying to leave more marks on him. He writhed against me, the stimulation against my tits was welcome, but not overly enjoyable. I let go of his neck, a large red mark was left behind. I smirked and admired my handiwork, I jerked him off faster. The throbbing in his fully erect cock held promise for later, he must be very virile.

I turned to look at his face. There were trails of water that went from his eyes down his cheeks. But he hadn’t been in water for some time, and what was that salty smell?

‘-op! We need to stop!’

Huh?

‘That shaking of his wasn’t the excitement we thought!’

But he’s all hard and stuff… That means he’s aroused and wants this!

‘No, he’s being taken advantage of!’

Muscles tensed. Eyes widened.

‘Just like we were-’

SHUT UP!



Men had stolen me and taken me to a secluded area. A life before a life before a life before a-

A different face and a different name. They used me and took me and I couldn't fight back couldn’t fight back couldn’t fight back-

Only cry and scream when anyone touched or shone a light or shone a light or shone a light or-

When the green flu came all I could do was cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and-


I took a few steps back, water splashed on the soles of my feet. The heavy breathing of Blue was not in disappointment or panic. It was relief. His eyes stayed on my own. He didn’t say anything, the panic and tears in his eyes soon faded, and his passive expression returned once more. Embarrassed, I pointed to the bar of soap I had tried to use in the past, to no avail.

“Cleeeeaaan.” I whined, hoping that he wouldn’t run away. He picked up the cream coloured bar slowly. Which was odd, it wasn’t wet so it wouldn’t drop out of his-

‘Listen. We almost did something we’d regret, and made him uncomfortable. He’s moving slowly because he’s nervous.’

Shit. Right. 

I watched on as he got the soap wet. Focusing intently on the action, his gaze shifted over to me every so often. His hands firmly set against my arms, dragging the bar over them. Unfortunately my body was still quite sensitive to touch. The soap dragged up and over my breasts, and I couldn’t help but notice his lingering eyes on my boobs. He seemed interested in them, due to lingering on them and making sure they were extra clean. I bit my lip, the same throaty hum from before came out against my will. I looked down at his crotch, wmye his still rock-hard erection was twitching slightly.

He lowered down, getting to his knees and washed my legs. Beginning at my calves and going up to-

A shiver shook its way through my body as his claws pressed against my inner thighs. Soapy hands glided up and down, almost reaching to my the core that begged for attention. I gasped as talons tickled as he dragged his hands back down, only to repeat the process. His face grew closer, either to inspect my aching vagina, or to get a better look at what he was doing. I groaned as hands reached around and trailed up to my ass, massaging and groping naughtily.  

He looked up and locked onto my eyes, and let go of my butt. I smirked and went back under the water. He didn’t move, instead he stayed crouched and looked forward, directly between my legs. I blushed a little.

‘I get the feeling he’s as new to this as we are. Maybe we should take it slow and indulge him in what he wants?’
But how could I do that? He does one thing and then the responds to it wrong.

‘Well, that means he’s indecisive. We just need to be less possessive and let him decide. No-one wins if we kill hi- is he going to be staring at our special place this whole time?’

Hmm. Maybe he needs a closer look?

I walked up to him and pressed my crotch against his face. He made a short indignant noise, clearly surprised and wasn’t at all paying attention. He looked up as I stood back, holding out my hand. He took it and stood up. I quickly hugged him again, to which he merely stood there and took it.

We stood there for a moment, his head slowly tilted up and looked into mine cautiously. I moved in, pressing lips against his and trying to move them as he did earlier. He didn’t reciprocate.

‘No… No no no no-’

He stood there, unblinking and unmoving.

‘No no no!’

I tried harder, pushing against his lips and pulling him in tighter.

‘We don’t want to be alone again!’

Tears welled up in my eyes. My arms  began to loosen their grip, claws shakily fell down. Only to for everything to tighten back as his arms wrapped around my body and pulled me in and mashed his lips against my own. I gasped as his hands lowered to grab my butt for a moment. 

‘What a fucking tease!’

He disconnected and stuck his head in my collar bone. His breath grew heavy and his dick poked into my thigh. It was flattering, but the sudden shift in his mood and personality was somewhat disturbing. But welcome all the same.
He let go, much to my disappointment. 

He took a step back. I felt my face scrunch up, the tears that were already present threatened to fall out. If this was it, the final moment. He tested the waters and didn’t like what he-

He pressed his back against the wall and his arms outstretched. He had a small smile, his red eyes looked back warmly. I nearly cried out in happiness, the palms of my claws pressed against the wall on either side of his adorable head.
His cock pulsed.

‘What a kinky boy.’

He liked the treatment? I gave a wide, excited smile. A slow giggle left my lips. I leaned down to get a good look at those blood red eyes. He stared back, but aside from the occasional shudder, he didn’t do much else.
‘I think he’s giving us permission to be in charge.’

He looked away a moment, a slight flush on his cheeks and nose.

“I’ll give... in to you, Bee.” He whispered. But the words were there, and he could speak. And he gave me a name? A name… I like it. More than that though, there was an admission of acceptance, of ‘giving in’.

‘Well, if that wasn’t a claim of consent, then I don’t know what is!’

“I… like Blue.” I smiled, he looked shocked that I could speak nearly as good as him. I lowered down and pressed against his lips, my tongue pushed into his mouth. Twisting it around his own tongue as his tried to keep up. He made a short grunt and thrusted in between my legs, the right height for it to pass over my vagina without pain. Rather, it felt good. His shaft grazed along the sensitive area rapidly, our tongues battled for ownership over the other mouth. The shower was forgotten, a background noise that accompanied his soft thrusts. Hands slowly dragged along my back, the nails pressed pleasantly until he reached my ass. 
I groaned and squeezed his cock between my thighs, the friction was lessened from the moisture of the warm water, and my wetness made it much more pleasurable as he rubbed against sensitive flesh. It was nearly enough to want him in my now. 
His tongue managed to make its way into my mouth. The wet muscle licked and swabbed the inside of my mouth. I giggled at the ticklish sensation and pushed him into the wall further, my own tongue pushed back into his mouth to take control of the kiss. Messy saliva dripped from the sides of my mouth from our exploration. 

I placed my claws gently on either side of his torso - not willing to slice him. Our bodies pressed against one another, I leant down a little further, attempting not to laugh from the ticklish sensations coming from my nipples running over his. I moaned as a particular jolt of pleasure came from my crotch. The tip of his cock pushed against my vulva before passing over it. His hands rose from my butt, running along the sides of my torso and between my armpits to hang loosely on my shoulders.

The tip passed over again, threatening to shove itself in. His hips gyrated faster, my own thighs rubbed on either side. Filled with trepidation, my focus switched more to pushing my tongue down further in his mouth, tickling the back of a flesh wall, he let a small moan out in response, his hands tightening and claws sunk into my skin. My violation of his mouth continued for a few minutes. His hands grew weak, and he leaned into my body more. 

‘I think he might be passing out soon. All that excitement and crashing from before made him sleepy. Methinks we should be on top.’ 
I released from his mouth, watching in worry as he caught his breath. He pulled me back into him, hugging me tightly. 
‘Aww, isnt this cute-’
I gasped as his dick was pushing back into my entrance again, I bit down on my lip again, trying to hold in the noise. He looked happy past all that heavy breathing, yet he seemed exhausted and lost in thought.

Carefully, I moved out of his embrace to turn off the shower. Blue had turned to see the source of the noise, and made to say something. I beat him first, placing an index finger over his lips.

“Shoosh.” I whispered sternly, “Get comfy. Then we…. will see. Let’s… dry our… selves.”

He smiled happily, nodding as he reached for a white towel. He paused and turned back at me again. I blinked as his mouth hung open.

“You… can talk properly?” He struggled to get the words out. But other than that he… seemed to…

“You can talk properly to?! I thought earlier was a fluke? To think I’ve been talking slowly and saying one word this whole time.”
“Well you are… certainly more… fluent than I… am.”

‘Ohhh he can’t talk all that well then.’ 

I mentally told myself to be quiet. Then looked to see if he’d moved, to find that he was still standing in front of me, still soaked in water.

We stood still for what must have been an eternity-

‘Two seconds so far.’

And looked into one another’s eyes to find-

‘You’ve glanced at his dick four times now and he’s been looking at your crotch and tits at least two times.’

Understanding. We found understanding. And for the first time, I didn’t know what to say.

||


I had to hold onto his hand, awkwardly, to make sure he definitely didn’t pass out on the way to the bedroom. Though, he seemed much better after the little suffocating act I left him with. He didn’t really complain about it either. I figured him to be one of those kinky Hunters that does weird shit all the time with one another. I peeked down at our connected hands. His were much smaller, though that had to do with my claws needing the room to be there, yet that didn’t stop my face from growing heated. It felt like an affectionate touch, as opposed to a necessity to keep him standing. 

‘Well, that’s because it is an affection touch. It shows trust and partnership in romantic cases.’

That made some semblance of sense then.

We reached my bed, the large cushioned surface looked smaller as I placed him down on it. I licked my lips, crawling over the top of him and sitting on his toned stomach, which had his semi-erect dick resting between his abs and my wetness. Both of my claws landed against the wall to steady my position.

I tried to hold back a laugh as he let out a long breath of pleasure, holding a hand over my mouth. I bit my lip, deciding to tease him a little I leaned down to hover my breasts above his face. He groaned  as I rocked back and forth along his hard cock. I tried to hold back more of my giggling, yet it came out in short bursts as small jolts of excitement ran through me. It was satisfying to watch him struggle, a perverse sense of power washed over me. Knowing that a Hunter was below me, a creature of the night and of the hunt, who could escape me without a moment's notice… It was intoxicating. 

They could chase down anyone and escape from anything, and now that I have caught one… He will be mine.

I swayed my breasts from side to side, amused as his red eyes followed them. His hand slowly grabbed onto one of them, giving it a test squeeze, and soon followed with the other. Entertained with playing with the squishy orbs. The action was somewhat amusing, though there wasn’t really much behind the action in terms of pleasure. I grabbed his hands and put them above his head. He seemed to understand the notion and left them there. Both my hands now next to his head as I leaned in closer.

“Stay. There.” I ordered. The message was sent and received it seems, as he nodded once with a small smile and lidded eyes. I leaned back up and moaned aloud. His cock twitched into my lower lips. I rocked back faster back and forth, claws and hands trailing up my body and over my head, crossing over to rest on the other arms elbows. I shifted movement from side to side. Knees dug into the bed, my hips rose from the bed and I danced above his waist. His groan egged me on, I chuckled and licked my lips.
I let one hand lower and slid my tongue out to rest on my chin. The tip of my index claw touched the tip of the wet muscle, before running both my hands down over my breasts. Never stopping the dance of my hips.

I rested one hand under the sway of my breasts, halting their movement, and moved the other to rest on my face. I smiled sweetly as an idea formed in my head. He salivated upon seeing the oils of meat, therefore he should love what comes next. The arm under my boobs moved lower once more, my index and middle claw carefully pulled his dick up to the entrance of my-

‘Vagina. Not whatever you were about to say. That’s what it’s called, use it dammit!’

Whatever. He had a thing for being in control. Then he wouldn’t mind if eye put on more of a show. His eyes went wide in realization before-

I felt warm blood drip down the side of my chin.

His reaction was astounding. I felt his heart rate spike, his eyes dilated further and his breathing increase. 

Perfectly aroused. Perfectly. Mine.

I could feel the desire behind his hips, which he struggled to keep in control. It was enjoyable to watch him struggle. No words had passed between us, yet he still knew that I kept the pace. Whether he was in or out was up to me. I swayed my hips from side to side, licking up the blood of my lip.  I pushed it in slightly, the barest bit of the tip slid in, I let out a silent breath while he gasped out. I slowed my dance and bit my lip.

I released my hold on his dick, my hands flew up to my boobs, the edge of my claws flicked over my hardening nipples. A small gasp escaped me that I couldn’t contain. They moved up further to rest atop my head.
‘Let’s test his will, shall we?’

I closed my eyes. His body shuddered, a low whine resounded through the room. The sound filled me with enjoyment, and a hint of pleasure. I slid down a little more and moaned, while he grunted. I opened my eyes slightly, loving the feeling of something spreading me out. I swayed more and more, feeling the head of his cock push my walls out. The blood on my chin had hardened, yet his eyes kept dashing from my orange ones to my chin. His desire could not be more obvious.
‘Then we should give him a treat.’

“Go on. Touch my… ass.” I licked my lip again, the taste of metal taking my mouth. I held back a groan as pointed nails dug into my pillowy cheeks. Small shocks climbed my back, causing me to quiver and low down on his dick a little more. Oddly enough, the cock spearing me out was cold. A lovely difference in feeling as the pumping of those thick veins that covered his dick were easier to feel. He squeaked out pathetically, it made me smile in satisfaction.

“Why is there still more to go?” I muttered. I still couldn’t help but keep swaying from side to side. His length and girth weren’t something to kid about. It felt like any further would be pushing their luck. 

‘Then let him push.’

I lowered down, clawed hands pressed onto the bed on either side of his head. His open mouth was enticing me to act. I slipped out my tongue and traced his lips, making sure to have some red stained saliva drop onto them. If he felt degraded after that, he didn’t show it. He closed his mouth and stared up at me. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Fuck me, Blue.”

I moved just a bit closer as his eyes widened, and bit into his lower lip. I released as soon his the first violent slap of his hip made contact. His cock spearing all the way to my core, pushing against a certain place. I couldn’t breathe, he had already pulled out to the tip before violently slamming his way back in. His pace was fast, no doubt due to a Hunter’s powerful leaping ability. Every time he sheathed himself all the way inside felt like a punch to the stomach. But the spot he kept hitting…
‘That’s where babies are made. He gonna make us a mommy!’

But was I ready for a-

The tip of his cock pushed all the way in again and I closed my eyes. His nails dug in deeper, not enough to cause bleeding, just enough for it to feel amazing.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I couldn’t help but to scream out a series of vulgar words. The sensation was nothing I’d ever experience. Every thrust felt like he was getting bigger. His rhythm never gave in either, a constant bashing on my aching sex. I couldn’t hold my arms where they were. They slid out from under me, causing my breasts to cover his face. 

I couldn’t hold it in any more. Something felt like it was coming. But I wanted more.

‘Then tell him to slow down. Communication is key.’

“Slow!” The scream I let out was somewhat muffled by the bed, but the message was received. His hands released their grip partially, but still opted to stay where they were. His pace had decreased, yet he still managed to move in a set rhythm. His throbbing member stayed still for a moment, before pulling out to his tip. He would hold there before carefully sliding it back in. Muffled moans met my mattress. I turned my head slightly to meet his gaze, my breath came out in gasps and small moans.
“Good, Blue. Blue is good. Blue is very good.” I said huskily. He seemed happy with the compliment. Smile widening and his mouth parted. It was a stupid and proud smile. But very adorable. 

His cock pushed at the entrance of my special place once more. My eyes lidded and I began to meet his slow thrusts halfway. Every time he’d be in all the way, I’d sway my hips and he’d whine lightly. I moved faster, his own thrusts faded out as he took the pleasure. His cock pulsated faster and faster. He was close.

I stopped. He looked up in surprise, betrayal and a bit of hurt. I moved down next to him.

“Do not do it, Blue. Blue will get hurt. Blue has to wait.” I whispered. I didn’t mean I would hurt him. At least, not in a serious punishment sense. He panted heavily, nodding away in acceptance. I resumed my earlier pace. Hard and fast. His body shivered with every slap of my ass against his thighs. His hands gripped into me tighter once.

The bed shifted about beneath him. His legs twitched and our gasps and moans came together as one. I felt him swell in size again. But I wasn’t ready for him to be finished. I stopped my movement.

“Close, Blue. Blue has to wait.” I whispered out again. I could feel myself nearing a finish, and wanted to experience that feeling with him together. I pushed myself up again, claws on his chest. The rhythm I set broke, going into a mad frenzy of thrusts. My jaw slackened as one eye closed. His hands moved to the bed, his struggle for self control becoming more and more apparent.

“Move! Move fast! Bluuueee- ah!” I was interrupted as his hands gripped onto my hips. He pulled down hard and I crashed into his lap, his thick length spearing me out entirely. Every thrust and moan filled the room in harsh slaps and a symphony of voices. My body shook with every thrust, my breathing hastened and I fell down to be close to his face. My arms barely holding me up.

“KissKissKissKi-glmph.”

Our mouths connected in a messy kiss. His cool body pressed into mine. His cold, hard cock welled and I could no longer move anywhere but down. Grinding down onto his dick. My vision grew hazy and unfocused, my body tensed as every muscle tightened. His lips disconnected from mine, and a high pitch whine left me. I shuddered and shook as an orgasm ripped through my being. 
His thrusts turned monstrously powerful, as though he was leaping into me. His cum staining my inner walls, heightening my orgasm ever so slightly as I rode it out with every one of his thrusts. He eventually stopped moving, but I could feel the swelling and throbbing continue. As though a continuous stream of semen entered me. I whined, knowing full well that a baby would come with it.

As I came to my senses, I found Blue sleeping under me. I gave him a small smile as I slowly rose off his member, and fell to his side. White liquid dripped out of me, he must have let out a lot...

‘He’s had a big day. But we’ve got some energy left. Say, there was a thing people used to do before having a baby, wanna do it with him anyway?’

I ran my clawed hand over my stomach and gave a small smile.
What could be the harm.
||

I gave a small sigh as I pulled the white garment over my head. It was supposedly called a ‘veil’. The wedding dress I’d found in the cupboard when I first moved into this place was all tattered and dirty. The hem of the dress was tattered and didn’t go past halfway down my thighs, and the brown dirt had left it stained.  There was also a small silver tiara underneath the ‘veil’. But the hardest part had been the stockings. The devilish things were not made in consideration to those with claws. But the high-heeled shoes fit on nicely. The white clothing fit well with my pale skin.

I took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Blue was already awake, sitting up and looking at me with wide, red eyes. He closed his eyes and pinched himself in, what I assumed, to be disbelief. I smiled at his unusual antics. When he opened them, he still looked unconvinced I was real.

“Blue. Mine. Bee. Yours.” I smiled, placing the flowers on a nearby dresser.

Neither of us said anything after that. Kissing was a much better option. And napping. Naps were great.

