I've been in port as the ship undergoes repairs in the dockyard. It's been three days and I've attempted to lie low. This port of call is...well, it has a certain history for me.
Even as I've slipped out of sight from the other races such as elves, and dwarves, and many feral humanoids -including one very large Minotaur- it become clear to me I've had eyes on my back for the better part of the day. I've been careful not to make any sudden moves: I've walked among other people; I've talked to the merchants. I've even visited the local tavern for a drink.
All this time, I've been waiting. I'd like to say the risk didn't concern me, but I'm not sure if it was fear or anxiety.
Either way, I've done my best to remain relaxed while I wait and watch. I'm certain in my theory though -I think I know who it is that's trailing me.
"It has to be Latrice." I mumble, trying to keep within the shadows of various thick wooden beams. "She likes to play games like this. The old hunter and prey bit. Gods, hasn't she outgrown this by now?" I ask myself, hoping to shake off some of the tension I feel.
I have to remind myself that I'm not afraid of her. "I'm only worried about what she might do if she catches up with me.'
As I look around, I hear footsteps behind me. I'm already preparing myself for an attack when I realize there's no danger...for the moment, at least. I nod to a pair of elves that pay me no attention as they exit the boardwalk. Beyond them? Not much. A few tents and shops. It's isolated here. That's great for me; it's not ideal if l get trapped. I feel a chill down my spine over the fact that, if I'm right and Latrice has sniffed me out, I may not get out of here.
'Not too close,' I tell myself. 'Don't let her take the lead.' If you lose the initiative to a woman like her...you'll never see her fangs until she strikes. She'll outrun you, out fight you, and outsmart you... but only if she gains the initiative.'
With some force of will, I try to push away thoughts of what could happen if I get cornered here. No use stressing over it just yet. I would like the next hour to go without incident..and I nearly make it too.
Beyond a few other faces ambling about and drinking, the area remains practically empty. Once the sun fully sets and twilight begins I feel my time to exit has arrived. I try to calm myself but I can feel my heart pounding through my chest. I'm sure I'm sweating. I don't want to give anything away but that sensation of being watched has only gotten stronger. I slowly approach the end of the boardwalk, where the pier meets the water. Several dozen yards ahead, all wreathed in lamp-lit shadows cast from sea soaked beams.
I hear something and pause briefly to listen. It sounds distant, but I can distinctly sense the sound of metal against wood. My heart leaps in my chest. Was it just the wind?? Perhaps it was nothing more than that but I spin on my heels, searching for the source of the noise. It takes me a moment to find it. I almost miss it.
It's a small boat. Just a boat in the pier, making noise as the wooden hull knocks against the walkway. I sigh in relief. It's Just a fishermen returning home. I turn back to face the pier. 'You're safe,' I say to myself. 'No one-'
Something violently clamps over my mouth. I feel claws digging into my cheeks and skin. A muffled cry squeaks from my chest as another something wraps around my torso. A second arm. They both entrap me and yank me backwards...until I feel a wall of fur press into my neck..and two swells of warm flesh against my scalp. It's the sensation of being wrapped and smothered by a fluffy blanket. Even as my body reacts on instinct and struggles, I hear a throaty, husky chuckle from above, filled with razor sharp fangs. Latrice.
I just lost the initiative.
"Silly," a feminine voice giggles as a canine nose pressing into my hair inhales deeply. A perverse rumble vibrates into my spine. I struggle and flail but can't free myself. My arms seem to be clamped to my sides. "Thought I couldn't sniff you out the moment you stepped onto dry land again, human?" Her voice drips silky, sultry sex "I'm quite surprised to see you," she says. 'That don't still wear your collar. " Her voice is thickly accented, echoing and bouncing off the low walls of rock that hold the pier together. When she twists my head up I meet a canary yellow pair of slitted eyes Latrice: werewolf ranger, a foot taller than me, and hardly a scrap of clothing beyond her armaments. She has on leathers which are tightly fitted to her trim athletic form. A heavy chain of metal encircles her upper chest from shoulder to the base of her neck Her gray-silver fur is ruffled slightly with dust. She seems content to look down at me and lick her wolfish chops. The dust...she was hiding in the upper support beams? She'd been above me the entire time. "I snapped that lovely piece of leather around your throat for a reason, human. Eight months -did you really think I'd forget?" She rumbles, guiding my much smaller body into the deeper shadows "Life debts are life debts for a reason, human"
She says I'm trying to speak, but she shoves her muzzle into my mouth and muffles any sound I might have made. "I've been watching you since you first came ashore. You're still thinking you're such a clever one, aren't you?" Latrice whips me around and my back plants against a beam.The only thing I see is the dim glow of her wolfish eyes. It's enough to strike terror into my heart. Seems that I was the foolish one: she still loves her games. Looks like I'm the prey after all. "You...what? Thought you might come into my territory....and I wouldn't know? You'd have better luck hiding in your little ship next time, human."
One hand remains clamped over my mouth as she examines me in the darkness. The other details of her seven foot six inch frame become visible now that she stands before me. She's not a giantess by any means, but she's got the build of a gladiator. A slight sway to her hips and shoulders, full breasts that push aggressively against her leathers. 'Amazonian', even....but Amazons don't slink about in the shadows like this. I can also see an alluring amount of muscle in her thighs. Bodybuilders, or men and women that fight the pits, would die for thighs like that. And then there's that tail. It's long and wagging, waving back and forth in the air behind her.
"I've heard stories recently. " Latrice muses, trailing her claws down my bare arms. I shudder as she touches my skin. "Stories about a man who nearly loses his life in this very city...and then scampers onto a ship....seducing and sliding into every man and woman they can when a certain ship makes port. Good stories too," she rumbles, grinning viciously, "the raunchiest! You are, by far, a better inspiration for bardic stories than the bard's themselves."
Her claws slowly slice through my shirt as it trails down to my hips. "You actually had the guts to fuck a gorgon, huh? That must have been tense? All those snakes...the way their tails coil around your body..squeeze your ribs as hard as their scaly cunts milk you dry?" She chuckles again and hooks her claw under the hem of my shorts. My cock strains up against the fabric. I feel her warm breath against the head of my dick. "I'll bet you gave that snake-cunt a fine batch of eggs." She whispers.
Latrice manhandles me until I'm standing between her legs. "You really are a fool, human. A fool and a slut!"
"I'm sorry," I whisper desperately between her fingers. "I didn't know..I'm so sorry." I can't believe what I'm saying. I'm apologizing to a werewolf.
"Let me tell you, human, I am soooooo much more dangerous than any snake...and I'm gonna show you how unwise it is to put a life debt at risk." She rips the front of my pants open and reveals the bulge beneath. Her right hand shifts from my mouth to my throat, squeezing just enough to hint that she's very willing to hurt me.The left teases very sharp claws over the sensitive skin of my shaft.
Despite my fear, my body begins to betray me. It twitches under the dangerous tickle and begins to swell. 'Eight months out at sea, fucking around..but now I get to establish my claim again -smother you with my scent. This time you'll stink of me so much every woman with a proper nose will smell me and what I've done to you."
