5. The Scent
The Scent
MURDOCH
“ R aaaaahh— Ack!” The dragon roars as I smash me paw intu ’is head an’ sink me canines intu ’is scaly t’roat, rippin’ out its ore, the source of ’is power.
I spit it out, growlin’, lowerin’ me ’ead an’ snarlin’, sendin’ a warnin’ tu the sons o’ bitches who dared surround me, who back up an’ sprint off intu the dark forest as the rain begins peltin’ down.
I sprint off, drool, blood, an’ flesh flyin’ from me mouth as I continue my hunt, only tu stop in me tracks when a cool breeze comes ova me.
I pause in me tracks, sniffin’ the air, huffin’ when a leaf breezes by an’ my eyes roll tu the back of me head.
Again… t’at heat! Me cock unsheathes, leakin’ a profuse amount of cum as my belly grumbles so loudly the birds in the surroundin’ trees fly off in fear.
The scent is so potent, intoxicatin’… exhilaratin’. It’s a scent I’ve neva encountered in me life. Me mouth salivates, an’ the drool spills ontu the ground as me tongue hangs out the side of me mouth, breath growin’ hotter wit’ me rut.
Earth an’ wildflowers, soft an’ rich, tangled wit’ the sharp sweetness o’ fresh rain. Delicate, yet it sends warnin’ it won’t be tamed. It’s a scent t’at belongs tu the forest, tu the wild, tu no man... an’ yet I know it shall be an’ is mine. I snarl, hunger clawin’ tu the surface.
Evera inhale is torture. T’at rain-slicked perfume wrappin’ around me, draggin’ me under. It seeps intu me lungs, drivin’ me even more insane t’an I already am. Me body hums from it, me cock hard an’ aching cum leaks, makin’ me blood rush wildly t’rough me veins.
The scent o’ ’er heat… the wet pussy beggin’ tu be fecked even t’ough I know it’s untouched. I bet it’ll surrender tu the right Alpha…
I want ’er. Need ’er.
The hunger coils so tight around me cock it chokes me.
Me vision sharpens, tunneled tu ’er an’ ’er alone.
I can ’ear the frantic beat of ’er heart beneath the rain.
’er scent calls tu evera savage instinct I possess, a siren’s song meant fer me an’ me alone.
Mine tu chase. Mine tu take. Mine tu mark until t’at pussy remembers who she belongs tu.
I take a step toward her, an’ anotha, every muscle tense wit’ the fight not to lunge, not to tear away what little stands between us. I will ruin ’er with my need, an’ she will t’ank me for it.
I sprint after the scent, ravenous wit’ the need tu taste the bein’ it’s attached tu. I run so fast the ground shakes an’ the trees break, fallin’ over as I bound over tu the scent, salivatin’ heavily, killin’ any other Alpha in my way that had also caught the powerful whiff.
I dash t’rough the forest, crazed, t’at scent drivin’ me insane. T’at aroma is mouth-waterin’, an’ the hunger is extraordinary.
I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT!
I growl, feelin’ the poison in me veins drivin’ me even more insane by the second…
No beast, Alpha or otherwise, can take somet’in’ from me grasp when I deem it mine, an’ t’is Omega will be mine! Me ears prickle an’ the ’airs on me body ache. I hear ’er. No, I FEEL ’er…
It’s as if fresh flowers bloom ova the dark forest. Me nuts hurt, me dick aches, an’ me sanity cracks.
The world goes still, an’ it feels like it’s just me an’ ’er. Me Omega an’ me… me prey… an’ ’er predator. The moment she becomes aware, I see ’er reaction an’ take joy. She knows I’m here fer ’er… she knows ’er predator, ’er Alpha, is here tu claim ’er…
She falls tu ’er knees an’ crawls behind a tree, attemptin’ tu hide, but it’s no use. I’ve been locked in on ’er since day one. She has been mine since ’er scent reached me nose. The air still carries ’er sweet scent tu me on a platter, makin’ me ravenous. ’er heartbeat is like music tu me ears.
I step forward, ready tu pounce an’ claim wat’s mine, when she turns, peekin’ just once an’ so briefly I pause, perplexed that sumt’in’ could be so beautiful.
Green eyes wide an’ shinin’ like haunted jewels, skin a deep, healthy, rich brown, jus’ as the old tree trunks from this ancient forest. Voluminous black hair weighed down by the rain, an’ lips that send shivers down me spine…
’er age probably about twenty-three, a stark contrast tu me Lycan body o’ four hundred…
though in me human form, I probably appear tu be thirty-six or so…
She looks fresh an’ ripe… Dangerous…
Me lungs seize at the earthly goddess before me. She is devastati’gly allurin’. Somethin’ in me that ’ad long changed begins tu unravel, shakin’ me when it speaks.
“Mmmm, yu smell like yu belong to me, ” I growl, shudderin’ wen t’at heat ’its front an’ center. I can smell ’er pussy ova the rain… I can ’ear it clench tight, beggin’ fer me dick tu fill it wit’ cum.
“I… I w-will never gi ve myself t-to an Alpha!” ’er sweet voice is like candy… sugary feckin’ sweet… an’ I want tu feckin’ eat.
“Litt’l Omega… who said anyt’in’ about givin’? I’m goin’ tu feck the heat righ’ out o’ that pussy, an’ t’en an’ only t’en will yu know… yu were powerless from the moment I caught whiff o’ yu,” I warn ’er.
An’ I feel ’er body respond tu me, a feelin’ I’ve yet tu experience wit’ any other bein’ I’ve rutted.
T’is one is different… t’is one will an’ is undoubtedly mine .
So even when I know I should pounce an’ take ’er, fuck ’er, an’ tear t’at hot pussy t’at’s leaking fer me up, I dinna.
I’m still stunned by the wolf wit’in me rattlin’ its chains…
the beast in me is snarlin’ fer ’er hungrily.
CLAIM! CLAIM! CLAIM! MINE! MINE! MINEEEEEEE!
“RUN LITT’L OMEGA!… I LOVE A GUD HUNT.”
Me ’eart beats erratically, me ’ead spins an’ me dick drivels cum on the ground. I want tu chase after ’er, but I let ’er run. Strangely, I want tu let ’er believe she’s got a chance, but I’ve locked in on ’er. I can hear ’er heartbeat from over twenty paces, an’ it’s slowin’.
She runs like prey.
Like me prey
Wild.
Desperate.
Feckin’ perfect.
I watch ’er sprint through the trees, body slick wit’ sweat, rain an’ blood, scent clingin’ tu the night air like a siren’s song. The way she fights… evera stumble, evera breathless gasp stirs somethin’ primal. Somethin’ feral.
Oh, this is so feckin’ gud… the best hunt yet.