Author's note: This little mini story is dedicated JackMcCoy because he asked. It will only be three chapters, given that should be enough motivation for him to proceed with his very own story. And yes, I do take recommendations, just not many, but feel free to ask, I don't bite…anymore. ;D
Summary: Emmett has had his eyes on a certain werewolf, so what else is he to do when he loses his prey of antelope but so happens to stumble upon bigger game? He pounces and claims it of course. A very hungry vampire that gets his fill by any means necessary.
Warning:
Sex (more so rape than anything)
Pleasurable Abuse
Masochist's
OneShot/Twoshot
Try for no OOCness, I don't know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight related, except this piece here! Hehe, and the others that I write, other than that, I OWN NOTHING! ^_^
SRE (Sit Back, Relax, and Enjoy!)
The Hunter finds his Prey
Emmett stopped and looked around quickly, his breathing shallow. "Where'd it go?" He asked himself, his focus on nothing else but his prey. He concentrated his senses on hearing the antelope run, its hooves stomping the ground hurriedly, panicking for its life. It was far off by now. "Damnit, it got away," Emmett grumbled his brows furrowed. His huge chest heaved in and out of tempo with his quickened breaths. He looked down at himself, his white v-neck t-shirt dirtied from the chase, the material only showing off his handsome face and robust arms and biceps. His eyes were darkened with thirst.
Then he looked around, noting that he'd lost the rest of his brother's and sister's, having chased the antelope for miles. There was nothing more than trees upon trees upon bushes for the next couple of miles. It wasn't an area that looked familiar; it was a rather new setting. He grumbled again, cursing under his breath. He looked up to the sky. The clouds weren't black as they usually were. They were white, as the sun actually shone across the blue sky and through the white clouds, his exposed skin resembling that of a crystallized rainbow, a different array of colors reflecting every which way.
'At least it's a nice day'. He thought, dreading the walk back, but staying optimistic. He started walking back when a sudden rustle of leaves, or perhaps they were bushes. Emmett listened intently. They were definitely bushes with the way they filled the air less subtly than the rustle of a few leaves could.
At any other given moment, he wouldn't have been so intrigued by it, but with a second thought he ambled discreetly in the direction that the noise resounded from, considering that perhaps it was his antelope, trying to make a crafty get away, but the moment he wrestled through the dense thicket, that plausibility was cast aside, as an ungodly odor burned his nostrils, and he scrunched his nose.
The scent was recognizable, but it smelt different, smoldered with the scent of fresh pine. It was the stench of the wolves, but then again it was something completely alien to him. He pushed passed the thicket, and stealthily stepped closer to the narrow opening he created by parting the bushes with his hands, and he peered through the ingression.
His eyes broadened at the sight of two boys bathing in the small pond up ahead, completely naked as their chiseled muscles glistened under the morning sun, the water sparkling as an array or colors danced across the surface. He was certain that the stench belonged to these two men, the repugnance drafting more strongly in the air, and as for the alienated aroma, he supposed it was subdued by the scent of the soap they lathered themselves with. He couldn't discern their faces, their backs turned to him, but he could clearly distinguish the water from the pond rolling over the rippling muscles in their backs, cleansing flawless russet skin. His eyes no longer revealed his thirst, returning to their unnaturally golden color.
Emmett would've found out personally who they were, but his eyes refused to be torn from the sight before him, his groin stirring excitedly, slowly lifting with expectancy. He considered the two boys to be lovers, anticipating them to make love before his very eyes; an endearing touch maybe, or a lewd and aggressive smack on the ass, or perhaps even a little chaste kiss. He expected something to happen.
Instead, he noted the smaller one of the two grab a towel from the edge of the bank, and when he turned around to his lover, his face was disclosed. Emmett recognized him as Seth Clearwater, and his body ached in lust for the boy, whereas his mind thought otherwise. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself he didn't want the young wolf, his body argued, his groin stiffening just a little more each time.
He watched at the boy bounced back to the taller wolf, a grin spread across his face. "I'll do you first, Jake." He heard him say. He watched - wait! Emmett's eyes traced over to this acclaimed 'Jake', studying him.
'That can't be Jacob,' he thought incredulous, and began to speculate him more intensely. His huge, rippled back, his short cropped hair and flawless russet skin, with his inked tattooed arm, his naked ass that was visible through the transparently clear waters. His eyes widened. 'That is Jacob.'
He knew that dimpled ass anywhere, firm and strong. His ass was so perfectly rounded, not too big that it looked disgusting, but big enough so that when he slammed into it, it would jiggle from the impact of his thrusts. 'How could I not have - wait! Did I just say, when?' He looked down at the tent in his jeans, hardened at the thought of pounding into an eager little pup. 'Yeah, I said when.' He clenched his teeth, and took a deep breath. 'Damn I want that ass, so fucking bad.'
He cut his eyes back to the smaller of the two bathing in the stream and seen him bounce behind Jacob, and in an instant, countless fantasies sprang to his mind. 'Fuck!' He checked Seth out. 'He's cute too, but I'd rather have that ass.' He thought and lowered his gaze back to Jacob's firm cheeks, licking his lips licentiously.
He growled under his breath when his view of Jacob's ass was blocked by Seth. Lust dwindled in his honey-dewed orbs, his cock repelling against his jeans to be set free. 'What the fuck, are they about to…' his thoughts faded when he saw Seth caress Jacob's skin before biting his neck. His mouth hung pendulum, only able to watch the blissfully delectable sight before him.
He palmed his cock through the fabric of his jeans, thumbing the head against the material. "Fuck," he breathed out, precum smearing into the crotch of his pants. He stared wide-eyed and entranced at the two boys.
He heard a strained hiss from Jacob as he jumped away from Seth. "Ow! Seth, what the hell was that for?" He glared, but Seth only laughed and grinned. After all but two seconds, Jacob's anger placated and he smiled at the boy. "That's a weird way to wash someone's back," he laughed, and shook his head.
Emmett basked in all of Jacob's beauty when he turned around to scold Seth. He was so fucking sexy, his matted wet hair that stuck to his forehead, water rolling over his huge neck down to his broad chest that glowed golden under the fluorescence of the sun, and his perk little nipples. He wanted to suck on those nipples. "Oh, fuckin' hell." He groaned nearly inaudible, even to himself.
"I'm a vampire." Seth laughed, and put his hands in the air like Dracula. "I want to taste your blood." He imitated, and laughed wholeheartedly. Jacob chuckled. Seth could be so childish, but it was with such innocence that made it all worthwhile and bearable.
"In that case," Jacob grinned. "Since you're a leech now, then I'm guessing I should kill you." He took a step closer and Seth stop laughing, looking at him for a moment before realization dawned on him, but it was too late.
"What? Wait Jake, no!" He tried to bounce away before Jacob jumped on him, but that was futile, and he was lifted into the air before being thrown into the water. Seth laughed hysterically, Jacob pulling him back to the surface, just to dunk him again.
Emmett's libido twitched beyond his control as he watched the two naked bodies's being tossed and turned in the water, parts swaying back and forth when they were lifting into the air. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, biting down on it as he squeezed his cock tighter in his palm.
Jacob caught Seth by his arm before he stopped abrupt, Seth laughing all the while. When the younger wolf realized Jacob wasn't tugging back on his arm he turned to him, noting his thoughtful expression and his laughs died down instantly as he furrowed his brows in confusion. "What's wrong, Jake?"
Jacob's eyes were unfocused, utilizing his senses before his nose wrinkled in disgust. "Do you smell that?" He asked in a whispered tone, and Seth's stare became untamed on anything as well, honing his senses. His nose wrinkled the same as Jacob's, in disgust.
"Yeah." Seth answered, whispering. "But where is it?" He asked, moving closer to Jacob, their eyes scanning the area, meticulously. Jacob just shook his head, indicating he didn't know. "Do you think it's the Cullen's, or a new one?"
"I don't know." Jacob answered, furrowing his brows indignantly. "Whoever it is, they're on our land, so anything goes." He narrowed his eyes, searching through the thickets that surrounded the small pond.
Emmett's brows furrowed, his hard-on slowly deflating. He hardly heard what they were saying, for the most part it looked as if their mouths were moving just for the hell of it, but he managed to grasp bits and pieces. He heard; 'smell that', 'where', 'know', 'whoever', and 'our land'. The latter made him knit his brows.
'Their land? No this is -' and with a second thought, he calculated the possibilities. When he had lost the antelope he had noticed he was in unfamiliar territory, but had it been possible? Had you really cross the border that separated them? He didn't know, and he really preferred not to find out. He decided to leave, and he took a step back.
Seth's eyes darted to where he heard movement, and he narrowed his eyes, detecting motion. There was something white and brown moving in the bushes, but he didn't know what. The brown color camouflaged well with the trees bark. Perhaps it was a dirtied rabbit. No, it was far too large to be a rabbit, and with the stench in the air it was definitely a leech.
"It's over there." Seth pointed with his eyes, and Jacob followed the path with his own, noting something white in the bushes, and how it remained perfectly stilled.
"Get out," he edict to Seth, his tone still a whisper as he shrank down into the pond, causing the boy to turn to him and do the same. "Get out the water…slow." He said, and they both began to step back cautiously.
Emmett cursed under his breath, having heard he'd been founded. He turned back to the two boys, watching as they jumped out of the pond and onto the side of the bank, his cock springing back to life once he noted Jacob's own flaccid cock presented to him as he lifted himself out of the pond, his eyes never leaving where Emmett stood in the bushes, Seth doing the same.
He couldn't restrain his lust, and the desire to ravage Jacob's ass. He was sure his entrance was tight, and fervid, wolves' body temperatures exceeding exceptionally beyond that of an average humans. He'd fuck him until his back broke. The thought had his cock just as hard as it had been before, slightly throbbing from the anticipation.
After a short while silence filled the air, and Jacob growled, readying himself to phase. "Seth, leave." He ordered. The younger wolf turned to him with confusion in his eyes.
"What? Jake, we can -" he was cut short when Jacob's whispered, but stern tone interjected.
"It's not up for debate," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Leave, and warn the others." Seth stayed a moment longer, staring at Jacob disappointedly.
"What about you?" He asked softly. Jacob gave him a sideways glance, silently telling him that he would stay, and with a soft sigh, Seth nodded before taking off into the depths of the forest, and then phased.
Emmett stared objectively at Seth's departure, not wanting the boy to go, wanting to satisfy his own sadistic pleasure. He preferred Jacob above all else, but a piece of that young wolf's ass wouldn't have been denied if ever given the opportunity to ravish, well actually - 'Screw consent. I'd take it if I want it.' And in that thought alone, the wheels in his head began to turn, mischievously grateful Jacob sent the little wolf away.
He stared lasciviously at Jacob's naked body, his flaccid cock still hanging limply against his inner thigh, moving slightly only when he shifted. His russet skin glistening as water dripped from his muscles and the underside of his cock before falling from the tip. The wild hair above his cock shined like sleek leather boots, matted against the lower half of his navel.
Jacob's muscular thighs and legs, huge biceps, huge chest, and defined abs were making his member ache even more. He watched in agonizing explicitly how the water from the pond rolling over his muscles, following every curve, falling into every dip, and wedging between every crease separating his abs. His golden body magnetic as it attracted him like no others.
Emmett licked his lips and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it as his libido curled in his stomach, churning with his displeasured reluctance to mount, and claim his prey. His body was kicking his ass for not fucking him right then, on the spot, most particularly, his cock, throbbing and twitching with built up anxiety, and he squeezed it in his palm a second time, hissing from the hardness of it and the pain that shot through him.
He shut his eyes to try and rid himself of his lustrous goad, but futilely, it failed, and he opened his eyes, noting Jacob still stood defensively. He idly wondered why he hadn't phased yet, especially since he felt there was a threat near, but he figured it was unimportant. He tried expelling the need to fuck him raw, and bloody senseless, but again he failed.
His body trembled, and he couldn't restrain himself. His eyes flickered into obsidian again, succumbing to the thirst of tasting him, in more ways than just his blood. His sensibility was abandoned, but he still realized he was on enemy territory, so that was the first task to be accomplished before claiming his body. He snarled, releasing his cock from his palm.
Jacob held a growl in the back of his throat upon perceiving an animalistic snarl from beyond the ticket across the pond. He could've phased by now, keeping in contact with everyone. He was sure Seth was able to warn them all by now, but he was afraid that if he had phased he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from acting impulsively.
In his wolf form, his instincts acted for him, and he was certain that if he'd phased a fight would unravel, which wouldn't have been wise for him to ensue in, contemplating that he knew not whom this leech was, old or new, and neither did he know what they were capable of, so it was in his best interest to remain in his human form until everyone arrived.
Jacob turned, hearing a bark echo from behind him, indicating his reinforcements, and he smirked. But that smirk didn't settle upon his face for too long, feeling a jolting pain race down his spine, his vision blurring before he fell to his knees.
He tried to keep his eyes open, the silhouette of a darkening figure standing before him. As each second passed, he could discern less and less of this figure, whose frame was so huge, his constant visual being the crystallized array of rainbow colors reflecting from its face and arms. He strived to keep his visual locked, but in the next instant, the familiar jolt rode down his spine again, and he collapsed onto the ground, his face hitting the ground before his chest, unconsciousness taking him over.
Emmett loomed over his body after having stricken him unconscious, his expression void of emotions, his onyx eyes seething with thirst. He had to be careful not to bite him, but the temptation was a reckoning force, but he managed to ignore it. Another bark resounded, and he hurriedly hauled Jacob onto one of his shoulders and vanished in a blur, not wanting to be caught disregarding the limitations the treaty set between werewolf, and vampire.
He could hear the collective growls and snarling eliciting from behind him, but he continued west. He raced toward the smell of flowers; pansies, dandelions, and camellias, with the faintest scent of grim and rain water where he was sure the meadow of Forks resided, opposed to running in the direction where the aroma of pine, salt water, dirt and smoldering ash were eminent as he was sure that, that path would lead him further into the land of the wolves and onto their Reservation; La Push.
He didn't spare the malicious sneers a second glance, unwilling to take the chance to turn and possibly reveal his face, their growls growing closer, but his fret soon began to wane as he covered miles upon miles of land until he finally began to come across familiar nature, and he was certain that he was safely across the border now, but he refused to waver and continued to pedal forward, making an abrupt acute turn, heading further into the woods, but mindful as to not demur about nullifying the treaties compromise.
So tell me what you think! The next chapter won't be too far behind, I'm just adding a few more details and tightening it up, and then it should be ready. ^_^ Yes, it is sex, haha! And yes it basically fills the entire next chapter, and yes it is good! LOL! ;D You're all naughty… *wiggles finger disapprovingly*
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