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Chapter 3 - Clash
Asher took his time walking back to the compound. The abandoned factory had become his temporary base of operations, but his true home would always be among nature. He enjoyed the smell of the trees. The dew covered moss that grew up the bark brought to mind memories of his childhood. The small village had never known a plague like the Shadow Dog and in the passing of that great evil a new power emerged in the land.
Asher had spent much of the days working with his mother. He was sickly in that time, small for his age, and beset upon on all sides by the stronger and more aggressive boys. He had yet to make his first kill and though others looked down on him in disgust, he did not crave the sight of blood on his hands.
His mother - hands rough from weaving baskets and tanning hides - took his small hands in her own and comforted him with stories of good overcoming evil, princes finding their princess, and magic flowing from the heart of honorable men. Asher, then called Byren, had listened with rapt attention as his mother's voice soothed away his fears and chased the monsters from the landscapes of his mind.
Asher shook his head trying to chase the memories away before the sting reminded him of the cost of power. The true cost of magic.
The sounds of moans and screams of pleasure reverberated through the halls of the compound. Asher usually loved the sounds, the smells, the sights of it all. Tonight, the smells were acrid smoke to his senses. The women were dull blurs of splotchy hues. The men were fluffy mounds of putrid meat. All around the smell of sour sweat pressed upon him, suffocating, seeping into the pores of his skin.
He could feel his anger rising. He could feel the hunger - once so hard to fight - building within him. It had been so long since he had let the change take him over. True enough that he would allow parts of himself to succumb to the transition, but he had taken great care to keep his secrets hidden. Even from the pack.
He sat in the heavy armchair he had acquired. The massive rough hewn wood frame creaked beneath him. At 6'4" and 240 pounds, it was no easy task for anything to support him. He gripped the splintery armrests until the wood creaked at his assault. He clenched his teeth. Something was unsettling him. Something about this night had turned . . . sour.
He caught the eye of the raven-haired girl he had ravished earlier. She was beneath a svelte man with a tangle of blonde hair. The man gripped the sheets in his fists as he worked his hips against hers. The length of his erection slid free from her tight hole covered in a thick coat of her juices. The sight - normally welcome in this "brothel" - turned Asher's stomach. He crossed the room in three powerful strides and grabbed the man by the back of his skull.
With a shrug of his shoulders Asher flung the man into the hard stone of the surrounding wall. The blonde head smacked against the wall with a sickening crack. Some of the others in the room gasped or squealed in surprise. The girl with the jet black hair and wide-spread legs looked deep into Asher's eyes with hunger reflecting in her own.
"Ash'ara." Asher whispered, closing his eyes. He climbed between her spread thighs and freed the heavy weight of his manhood from his leather pants. The girl licked her lips and drew her long nails across the hard muscles of his lower stomach. He growled as he looked down at her. "Ash'ara Va'a'luc." My Prize.
He pressed the tip of his cock against her soft folds. Her heat fueled his hunger. Her soft lips were swollen, slick with her juices, and they fell open blooming for him. She took her lower lip between her teeth as he pushed his hips forward. The swollen head of him pressed against her opening, she moaned as her body tried to accommodate his prodigious size. Her muscles relaxed and he filled her completely. Each time he pulsed within her she could feel it just beneath her belly-button. She had never been filled so completely. She moaned for him.
The others in the room had ceased their activities. They looked on with growing interest as Asher began to saw in and out of his conquest. She begged for him, calling out as pleasure became all that existed for her. He did not hold back his orgasm. He welcomed the oblivion of release. His body did not long for the change. There was no passion in this moment, only ownership. He claimed her with every movement.
The familiar tingle started in the heavy weight of his balls. He forced himself deep into her as the sensations moved like a wave up the shaft of his dick. She felt him pulse hard within her, once, twice, she moaned wantonly as the first thick rope of his seed sprayed into her. Asher bit her shoulder to prevent the howl from escaping his mouth. The taste of blood danced across his tongue. She would be scarred from this coupling. He smiled knowing that she would be marked for the rest of her life. Ash'ara Va'a'luc.
A howl split the air. The call was full of pain. The call of an injured werewolf. Asher's skin prickled as the sound sent chills down his spine.
He pulled himself from the woman beneath him and raced from the room, naked, into the night.
***
Elizabeth Madison - Em to her family - held her niece on her lap. The family had gathered together for their annual summer reunion and the sunshine and warm air greeted them eagerly. She sat in a cushioned lawn chair feeling the breeze playfully ruffle her orange sundress beneath a large Maple tree, the leaves a dark, healthy green. Everything about the day bespoke of fun, love, and community.
Emily, freshly turned 5, tugged at her aunts thick red curls. Em laughed at the girl's playfulness. She wrapped her arms tightly around the little girl and cocooned her in a tight hug. She hoped the gesture could convey all the love and hope she held in her heart for this blessing of life. Her niece smiled up at her.
"I love you, Aunt Em." "I love you, Sweetie." She replied.
Her breath left her lungs in a rush. She gasped for more as her legs kept pumping. The cold air stung her throat and left her lungs burning. She wanted nothing more than to stop but the thought that she would never hold that little burning star of love in her arms again kept her moving.
The creature had dropped in front of her shortly after she had started her panicked run. She wanted to scream but her mind screamed, "RUN!" She took one last look at the wrinkled, pale-eyed creature as she slowly bent down and unclasped her high-heels and slipped her bare feet from the shoes.
The creature clicked at her. The sound like a card caught in the spokes of a bike wheel. It cocked its head to the side, its long multi-jointed arms swinging spasmodically as it moved. It opened its mouth far wider than should have been possible showing rows of round, dull teeth. The saliva dripping from the open maw was opaque like bile. It was colorless in the orange lamp lights. It raised one hand and pointed a crooked finger at her. It clicked once more.
Asteria ran with all her might her bare feet slapping against the concrete. All the while she could hear the creature moving behind her, clicking its tongue as if mocking her for her flight. She pushed herself to run harder, but she never seemed to gain any ground away from the monster which pursued her.
She turned down an alley as she looked over her shoulder. The creature was on her heels and having no difficulty in keeping up with her. She turned back around to focus on her path when things became a little too familiar for her comfort. Her fear intensified as she recognized the chunk of concrete which could only have been a parking barrier. The piece of re-bar that stuck from the top of the block chilled her.
Her footsteps slowed as she moved into the open area of the alley. She knew without looking behind her that the dumpster would have seven dents in the side forming a star. It could have been an accidental design but it always felt intentional to Asteria when she mentally returned to the scene. This was where they almost took her.
The creature walked after her matching her step-for-step. It knew that she couldn't escape. It was in no hurry to secure her, it was having far too much fun with the chase. It questioned her with the odd guttural clicks. Saliva poured from its mouth in dirty rivulets down its patchy chest. Asteria backed away from the creature.
