Stalked 5

Stalked

The forest stood silent, its silence deafening and unnatural. Amber ran, skirting trees, leaping over logs, barreling through vines, and avoiding pitfalls. There was an urgency in her movements even as the howls in the distance echoed across the valley. Her long brown hair flowed down her half-naked back like a cascading waterfall. Her leg and arm muscles flexed and relaxed in beautiful, fluid, synchronized movement. Her once elegant long red dress was tattered and torn, the hem frayed and ripped. The top of the dress hugged her chest, staying in place only by the strap around her neck. The sides bellowed out, allowing glimpses of the full, youthful mounds hidden within.

She came to a halt to listen and look. The waning light of the sunset would soon be replaced by the full moon, a Wolf Moon.

The smell of sweat drifted to her sensitive nostrils. They were close, and she had no time to lose as she burst into movement. She ran on through the forest, more urgent than before. When she spotted the fire tower, she smiled. The relic stood as a testament to a bygone era replaced by more modern structures. She mounted the stairs, making her way up to the top.

The door swung on its hinges with the soft flow of wind. Stepping into the sanctuary of the fire watch station, she turned to close the door. Locking it, she surveyed the interior. There were several cots, chairs, a desk, a kitchenette, and a chest marked "emergency rations".

Movement in the darkness caught her eye, and shuffling alerted her of another presence.

"I know you're there," Amber said, keeping her voice calm even though she wasn't.

"Amber, is that you?" A familiar voice cut through the darkness.

David stepped out from the shadows near the bathroom. She smiled until she saw the rifle in his hands. He saw her look and lowered the weapon.

"Is it chasing you as well?" He asked, and a chorus of howls filled the air from below as an answer.

"Help me move the desk in front of the door," he asked her.

"It won't keep them out.," she said matter-of-factly but helped move the desk.

David turned toward her, seeing her completely for the first time as the moonlight shone into the fire watch station. Her dress was barely covering her young, voluptuous form. Her green eyes sparkled even in dire circumstances like these. She was barefoot, but he admired the daintiness of her feet. Her creamy skin was slightly tanned. She appeared innocent and naive, but her eyes said something else. Her eyes held a secret, an untapped strength. He tried not to look upon her with lustful eyes and desire but failed. He followed the curve of her ankle, up her calf, over her knees, along her thighs, and hovered over her nether region. The dress was torn, revealing a pink thong underneath. His eyes focused on the slight strip of hair that pointed to her flowering womanhood. His eyes moved up, savoring her young, toned stomach. Upward his eyes went, taking in her nearly bare breasts and the quickening rise and fall of her chest. He could make out the outline of her nipples, pressing erect against the thin material, sitting on top of dark pink areolas. His eyes rose, following her chest to the delicate flesh of her neck and throat. Her jawline was soft but set. Her face was flush, and her blush was spreading. He looked into her eyes and realized she had been watching him with a sense of glee and excitement. Her lips curled into a smirk as her eyes narrowed.

David couldn't explain the feeling that took over his mind and body. He was riveted to the spot. Amber reached up, unclasping the material around her neck, releasing her perky breasts. His eyes followed the material and stopped as they zeroed in on her perfect globes. She lifted her breasts in her hands, dropping her head down to lick her left nipple and then her right. He licked his lips as she looked at him with predatory eyes. She shook her body, and the dress slid down her body to land on the floor. Her hands rubbed down her body, thumbs hooking in her thong. She pulled her arms out to her side, and the thong tore. She lifted the thong to her nose and sniffed.

She stepped closer to David, lifting her thong for him to smell her juices soaked into the material. He breathed in deeply, her scent intoxicating. She leaned in, slamming her lips against his, aggressively kissing him, her tongue invading his mouth. He returned the kiss with his aggression.

Her hands were busy removing his clothes. Her fingernails shredded his shirt, and the tatters fell away. Her hands moved over his pants, and soon, only rags remained.

A low growl rumbled from her chest. He felt and heard the warning in the growl.

"Run, little rabbit. Run," her sweet, innocent voice growled in his ear, barely above a whisper.

"You? It's you? You've been stalking me?" David was scared beyond belief.

"Me," she confirmed. "Run, rabbit. If I catch you, you're mine, and I'm going to eat you."

David looked for his rifle only to see it across the station in several pieces. He looked back to Amber. Her smile and the shaking of her head told him he was her prey, her toy to play with.

"Are you going to run, little rabbit?" Her voice was taking on an ominous tone.

"What if I don't run? What if I take you right here, right now?" He asked, kissing her and grabbing her exposed breasts.

"Oh, you are going to be fun when I catch you," Amber showed her lengthening canines. Her eyes began to glow.

David stepped back, released her breast, and pressed it between her legs. He felt her moist, hairy nether region, and she gasped.

"You are good," she whispered. "But that's not how this works. You run. I pursue."

He smiled and pushed two fingers up into her tunnel, his lips pressing hard against hers. She moaned, and another growl rumbled through her body.

David released her and bolted for the door. Down below, six huge werewolves stared up at him, waiting for him to descend the stairs. He rushed to the fair aid of the tower and threw a rappelling ripe over the edge. A moment later, he was zipping toward the ground. He hit the ground running. His bare feet and exposed skin took the abuse and injuries as he ran. He thought of the tale of "The Naked Prey" of how a warrior would hunt a lone naked enemy. If the prey reached the extent of the warrior's territory, he was free. If not, he was dead.

A howl tore through the air from the tower. The werewolves paused, looking up as a she-wolf emerged from the station above, her brown hair and green eyes were a blur as she grabbed the rappelling rope. She was in pursuit of her prey.

David ran in a seemingly random direction, yet he had a plan. He had been stalked for days since going camping with a group of friends, only to learn they were all part of a werewolf pack. He had escaped or had thought he had escaped, only to find out they had allowed him to escape. It was all part of the stalking game. Now he knew which one was stalking him. His next move was to find out why he was being stalked. If he was to be food, they would have torn him to pieces while at the camp. Instead, they had allowed him to run.

David circled through the forest in a long, lazy arc with a specific location in mind. Few knew of his past occupation. They knew of his time in the army, but they did not know of the special unit he had been tasked with, a unit that hunted and eliminated cryptid threats to humanity. He had ten years of experience in dealing with cryptids, yet he was missing something this time. She was stalking him, not hunting. He wasn't food, nor was he an enemy to be killed. That left only one thing. Then, an obscure myth came to mind. He latched onto that shred of knowledge and prayed it was enough.

Amber sniffed the air, her cunning mind knew David had a plan, knew he was trying to direct her in the direction of his choice. She wasn't just a wild predator, she had the cunning, analyzing the mind of a human predator as well. She was calculating his movements and anticipating his destination. She diverted her trajectory. She had a feeling he was headed back toward the original camp.

David altered his path. He ran further from the tower and their camp. The longer he ran, the less the night chill affected him. When he saw the lake and the red of the approaching sunrise, he scanned the lake shore for a long-forgotten cabin. He spotted it and increased his speed.

The door creaked open, and dust floated into the air. It had been years since anyone had stepped inside. David hoped the secluded cabin would be enough to give him an advantage. He immediately got busy preparing for his guest. His muscles hurt, and he was exhausted, but to rest was to die.

Amber approached the cabin. She felt the rocks and twigs her bare feet stepped on. It was one of the trade-offs of being a Lycan. As a werewolf, your body could handle the environment, but as a human, the body wasn't so resilient. She could smell the smoke rising from the cabin as well as David's scent. He was here or had been recently.

She stepped cautiously onto the cabin's porch. There was no sound as she moved to the door. Pushing the door open, she caught his scent, strong and fresh within.

"David? Are you hiding?" Amber called her sweet voice, teasing him.

A heavy weight fell on her, knocking her to the ground. Her strength was incredible, but in human form, she still had human strength. David was more than a match for her at this moment. She felt her hips lifted and his manhood pressed hard against her. Her legs were spread apart, and the head of his manhood pushed against her nether region. She moaned for a moment, considering giving in to him, but her she-wolf refused. But her she-wolf wasn't fast enough to take control. Amber howled as David penetrated her, holding her as she thrashed about. The more she fought, the closer she came to a climax. Then it hit. Her body jerked uncontrollably. David released her, her body falling to the floor. Her she-wolf whined, wanting the human's manhood to return. Instead, shackles were clamped on her ankles.

David knelt beside Amber, rolling her over. He kissed her with passion

"If only we could be together," David said before rushing out the door.

Amber howled in anger and anguish of unfulfilled desire and need.

Daniel ran faster, having found a pair of old boots in the cabin. He had another idea, one that was more dangerous than the previous one. He headed back toward the camp and the vehicle not far beyond. He knew the sun would be down before he reached the vehicle but hoped the shackles would give him a head start. Indeed, it did.

It had been three weeks since David had escaped from the claws of the young woman he had once called a friend. She had turned out to be a werewolf stalking him. He had managed her that time, but he knew it wasn't over. Therefore, he had gone on the pursuit. He had tracked her pack to an Airbnb in Mississippi.

He waited until nine in the morning before entering the building. He hadn't seen anyone coming or going, but his thermal scope had indicated ten individuals with elevated heat signatures inside.

David blew the door off its hinges with Semtex explosives. He tossed in knockout gas canisters before entering. The occupants were struggling to rise but fell. He located Amber in the living room, surrounded by four of her pack mates. He shackled and handcuffed her. Lifting her to his shoulder, he left.

He placed her into his SUV, injecting her with a powerful sedative his unit had used on numerous occasions. He attached a heavy chain to her shackles and handcuffs to keep her from reaching him if she woke up. He sped from the area, knowing he needed to put as much distance between them.

He kept Amber sedated for three days before arriving at an old military silo his unit had used. It had been decommissioned and sat empty of personnel. The cages and holding cells were still intact and functional. He placed Amber in one of the cells for the evening.

Amber sat on the floor of the cell. The clothes she had on at the Airbnb had been removed. She smiled as the door opened. David stepped in, closing the door behind him. She had caught his scent even before he opened the door. The sight of his nude form made her smirk.

"Have you figured out the game?" she purred.

He had the urge to go to her and hadn't realized he had until he was kneeling in front of her. He kissed her, pushing her roughly to her back. He spread her legs apart and penetrated her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms around his neck. He hadn't noticed that she was free of the restraints. She used her legs to pull him into her. He suddenly knew she had been in control the entire time.

"Pheromones," Amber whispered in his ear. "Not only mine but yours. I've been searching for my mate for years, and pheromones are the key. My pack has been guarding me against rival packs until I could find you or you find me. In the end, we found each other. You teased me before and subdued my she-wolf. Now, we consummate our relationship and solidify our bond."

David was spooked as she rolled over. She straddled him, her pussy tightening around him. He exerted his strength, rolling over again until he was on top. His entire being told him to run, but he knew if he did, he would lose the chance to subdue her she-wolf. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, entering her from behind. She howled out her pleasure as he pounded into her.

She orgasmed hard, and it triggered her transformation. His manhood was deep inside her when he felt her body changing. Hair sprouted all over her body. She grew in height. He knew if he lost control or at least lost his position as he was, he would be lucky to live.

He continued to pound her, and her she-wolf didn't fight. Instead, she worked with him. She pushed back as he pushed in. She howled as she orgasmed again. She howled even louder as he unloaded inside her for the first time. He continued to pound her as she whimpered. He was creaming inside her once more when she reverted to her human form. She fell silent, breathing hard as he pulled out.

Then the alarms went off. He jumped up and ran out the door. He slammed the door, locking it. He rushed to the control room, locking down five additional doors to Amber's cell. He looked at the monitors to see fifteen werewolves moving through the facility. They looked different. He pulled up the archives of the cryptids the unit had gathered. The group was identified as three different packs. The rivals that Amber had mentioned had found them. He had to get her out but to do so, he had to take out the Lycans invading the facility.

He dressed and armed himself. He grabbed clothes for Amber and a weapon. Amber may be a formable she-wolf, but firepower was the equalizer. He ran to her cell, automatically sealing the doors as he passed.

"I've got to get you out of here," he told her as soon as the door opened.

Amber was still in a state of bliss. She smiled at him, spreading her legs for him. He tried to get her to dress, but she was trying to undress him. He got a top on her, but she got his pants unfastened. Before he could react, she was on top of him, impaling herself on him. He struggled for a few moments before he lost the fight against the pheromones. He was inside her and didn't want to be anywhere else. He kissed her and felt her tighten around him. She pulled back, raised her face, and howled. The sound reverberated through the facility. David erupted inside her. She lowered her head and bit into his neck. She transformed with him inside her and her teeth biting in his shoulder. He felt the blood flowing and her tongue licking. The wound tingled.

He felt strange, and his body was on fire. His manhood was expanding, spreading her wide. The she-wolf released her bit and howled. He heard another howl mingle with hers and realized the howl was coming from him. He had never heard of a transformation occurring so quickly. But he was experiencing things he had never heard of before.

He was deep inside her, and his knot tied them together. He felt his cock pumping her full, and she whimpered.

The sound of ripping metal echoed, coming closer. David's mind cleared of pheromones. He saw Amber had a clear head as well. They were now in human form, yet he still had a knot. She smiled and kissed him.

"It's nice to see some things stay, whether in wolf or human form," she informed him.

The cell door ripped off the hinges, and fifteen werewolves moved into the cell. A moment later, three grenades landed in their midst. They turned in time to see another door in the cell close. The grenades exploded, shredding the werewolves while David carried Amber away.

Six months later, Amber sat on the couch, her two cubs bouncing around the family room. The two females played as their parents watched.

"To think this all began with you stalking me," David smiled.

"You think I was stalking you?" Amber asked.

"Weren't you?" David was confused.

"You still don't remember?" She asked. "Eighteen years ago, you were stalking a mate from my pack in the Sierra Nevadas. My pack and yours. I am the daughter of the pack Alphas. I couldn't simply submit to you until you proved yourself a worthy mate. You stalked me for three weeks and cornered me on a cliff overlooking a river. You got too close to the edge and it gave way under your weight. A military unit on a training mission found you and took you in. You nor they knew where you came from but they saw your hunting abilities. Our pheromones only work on each other, only our mate. I didn't change you at the facility when I bit you. I unleashed your wolf that had been locked behind your amnesia," she explained.

"All this time we were playing a mating ritual?" David was beginning to remember.

"We only stalk our mates," she said, kissing him. "Now that you know, don't you think it's time to give our girls siblings?" Amber said, straddling him.

"Babe, haven't you learned anything?" He asked.

Amber found herself flipped off and onto her hands and knees. David growled as he entered her and she howled from the excitement and feeling of him inside her.