And I've brought you another chapter... *snickers* I hope you guys will like it. This is the first time I'm putting up a warning in this fanfiction. This chapter contains of explicit sex and abuse, if you don't like it or can't cope with it, skip this chapter! I have warned you. :)

Sherlock eyed the small room to find the source of the purring but to no luck. He narrowed his eyes and his ears lay flat against his head in concentration, he took a deep breath and sucked up all the scents that circled around the room.
Blood, werewolf, steel, infection, sweat …. he did not smell of anything in particular. Sherlock sighed disappointedly, thinking he had just imagined the purring and decided to lie down again to wait for his death sentence. He could feel the deep sorrow inside his chest moulding into a hard ball, making breathing much more difficult than before. The thought of that he wasn't going to full fill his destiny was a big let down. With his death, his species would die out and there was no one who could take over his role after him. The pain of never meeting John again hurt him even more than the fact that he was going to die. He had finally found his mate after the nine years that passed since he arrived back to England, and they had finally started to get a bit close, but now he would die even though he had not even got his first kiss yet. Big, salty tears rolled down his furry cheeks, wetting them down. His whole body started to shake and the hard ball inside his chest got even harder, turning his breaths shallow and fast.

"John..." he thought sadly, seeing the man's smile and eyes in front of his retina, remembering their short but wonderful time together. The image of John made him keep sobbing even more intensely and he opened his mouth and let out a loud, heart-shattering whine. He tried to call out "John" but he wasn't able to form the words and it ended with the name coming out as a guttural snarl instead.

"I love you so much John... So much..." he thought, his heart skipping a beat when it started to hurt painfully. Sherlock let out another painful whine before a loud hiss caught his attention. He turned his eyes towards the direction where the sound came from. He saw the same pair of eyes he had seen before, but now they were more in a dark blue colour.

"Who are you?" he asked while opening his mind barriers, seeking out the other creature's mind with his own. He met a wall made off steel that was impossible to break through if the owner itself didn't lower it.

"Someone who will help you..." a voice soft as honey replied. From the thick darkness came a lean, dark brown tigress. The tigress sat down at the same place as John in front of the cage and looked at Sherlock with big, inviting blue eyes.

"Who are you?" Sherlock repeated, twitching questionably with his ears and finally reached the tigress mind. Her mind was like an unending song of delighting music.

"Just someone." she replied and her voice was like music to Sherlock's sensitive ears. Sherlock found himself thinking she was beautiful, not as beautiful as John of course but still very beautiful and almost enchanting. She smell like no other thing he had smelled before, he wanted to dig his nose into her soft fur and inhale her scent.

"We need to hurry, they are on their way to end your life..." she said and he could hear her fiddling with the thick padlock to his cage. She was in full concentration, Sherlock could tell and a sudden click told him that the padlock was open.

"Hurry..." she whispered inside his mind and the door to the cage flung open. Sherlock's ears went upright and he hurried they way out of the cage, careful not to touch the silver made door. The tigress ran gracefully to the door and got up on two legs to be able to open it. Sherlock thought she was very impressive and hurried after her when she had opened it, though he was a bit clumsy in his steps. His vision was limited to one eye and it made it a bit hard to him to concentrate to the environment around him.

"Hurry, they are coming." the tigress urged and Sherlock increased his pace. They got out to a larger room, a small breeze fanned through the room and Sherlock saw that it came from an open window. The tigress jumped up on a barrel close to the window and from there, she jumped noiselessly out of the window. Sherlock tried his best to move as gracefully as the tigress but he was larger and heavier than her and his loud, thumping steps made the two guards guarding the door to the cage room, waking up slowly.

"Hurry!" the tigress gentle voice screamed inside his mind and Sherlock clumsily got up on the barrel and took a big leap out of the window. He landed with a thud on soft grass , he saw the tigress waiting impatiently at him and he ran towards her. She started to run as soon as he had joined him and together; they ran almost invincible to the human eye through the streets of London.

"He has escaped." said Lestrade to John when the limping man came into his room. Lestrade had noticed that his limp has worsened since Sherlock mysteriously disappeared, his psychosomatic shivering as well.

"What did you say?" John growled at Lestrade, his eyes becoming darker with anger by each second. Lestrade wrinkled his forehead by the reaction. He wasn't used to see John like this, usually he was a nice man and a man to trust, but ever since Sherlock disappeared he had changed completely.

"The wolf escaped." he repeated and waited for John to explode in anger or anything similar, but the reaction the man made was unexpected. John slowly buried his face in his hands and Lestrade immediately understood that John was crying even though the man was completely quiet.

"John, I'm sincerely sorry but somehow the wolf managed to get out and-" John interrupted him with a punch on the table, Lestrade jerked by the sudden sound.

"It is not the wolf I'm upset about - I hope he go and die somewhere! It's Sherlock(!) I'm worried about!" he snarled angrily and removed his hands from his face only to stare at Lestrade with an intense anger.

"I know John and we are doing everything we can to find him." said Lestrade, trying to calm John down and the man did.

"I'm sorry for attacking you..." he murmured with a tired voice. "... but I'm so tired and so worried for him. I just want to know where he is and how he disappeared..." John added and ran his hand across his face, sighing deeply. "I just want him to come home..." he said with a thick voice. Lestrade nodded.

"I know... We want him to come back too."
John nodded and sighed deeply.

"Are you going to search for the wolf?" he asked and dried his wet cheeks with his arm sleeve.

"I don't know. If it keeps killing people, we will go out and search for it but right now we're going to focus on finding Sherlock."

"I see. Well, I guess that's good prioritizing." John said with a nod.

"Yes." replied Lestrade, he didn't know what else to say.

John blew his nose with a napkin and got up from his chair.

"I will... be going now... Gotta go home and eat something..." he said and Lestrade shook his head. "Of course. I will text you if we find something."

"Yes, thank you." and with that, John went home to meet a despaired Mrs. Hudson. She had been so down since Sherlock disappeared and it made John feel even more sad than usual. He hated seeing her so sad, she was always the one with the glad mood, but now she was the complete opposite.

"I'm home." he said to Mrs. Hudson and she replied with a short and quiet: "hello."

He went up to his room and slumped down on the bed, collecting Sherlock's ripped clothes and hugged them tightly to his chest.

"Where did you go...?" he whispered, Sherlock's smell overwhelmed him and he started to cry again, more heart-breaking than ever.

"We are here." the tigress said and the two beasts entered a large grove with green grass and tall, healthy trees. Tiny, red tents were spread all over the area and there was a big fire in the middle of the camp. The camp reminded him of his pack's camp although they didn't have red tents.

"This is my home." the tigress said and Sherlock looked over the place. He was impressed since the camp was so big and still so small.

"Doesn't Walking Meat come here?" he asked, the tigress shook her head in declination and chuckled at the name he used for humans.

"No, we're good at hiding, people just pass by. What they don't see, they don't know."

"That's right." he said and followed her way to the camp, during their way, Sherlock got weird looks by the other werecats and some of them whispered mean words.

"What is that butt sniffing dog doing here?"
"He doesn't belong here."

"Hide our children!"

"Watch out for the big bad wolf!"

"Don't mind them." the tigress honey-like voice said inside Sherlock's mind and Sherlock decided not to. He had stopped caring what people said about him since he had been hardened by Donovan's sly words through the years.

"Let's go to my camp and I will explain everything to you." she said and Sherlock followed her obediently. The tigress stopped outside a purple tent with red stripes, she turned around to meet Sherlock and nodded with her head, wanting him to go in there with her.
"Come in." she said and they went into the tent. Sherlock got shocked by how roomy the tent was inside. He looked around in it and saw small lit candles standing in different places everywhere he looked, in the middle of the tent, there was a big, black canopy bed and on top of the bed lay plenty of pillows in different colours and shapes. Sherlock felt the sudden urge to lay down in the soft bed and sleep through the rest of the night.

"No, no sleep yet. You and I need to wash and eat before we go to sleep." said tigress and Sherlock nodded, thinking it was a good idea.

"Of course." he said and the tigress showed him a way into another part of the roomy tenth. There was a big tub made of wood standing in the middle of the tent, it was already prepared with hot steaming water and bubbles.

"May I jump in?" he asked, longing for a long warm bath.

"Wait, I need to prepare myself first." she said and Sherlock frowned. "Prepare yourself? Aren't I going to bath alone?"

"No, we are going to bath together. Need to spare on the warm water." she replied before going out of the room. Sherlock could sense a tiny bit of malice in her voice.

"Alright." he said, putting on his stern mask and waited for her to get ready. He waited for about ten heartbeats, when his heart was about to beat again, she came back and Sherlock saw her in her human form for the first time. She had long dark brown hair that covered her bare breasts, well-marked cheekbones and long lean legs. Her body was slim, Sherlock thought her eyes stood out the most on her body and he couldn't help but think she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had a small scratch wound on her left cheek and it still bled a little, Sherlock felt the sudden urge to lick it away but he refrained.

"Hello." she said, now with her mouth. Her voice still sounding like music to his ears.

"Hello." he answered with his mind, looking into the intensity that were her eyes.

"My name is Irene Adler." she said softly, Sherlock's mind going a bit hazy by the impact her name had on him. His own world fell apart, and now it only circulated around her.

"Sherlock Holmes." he said and got up from the ground to look at her more close.

"I already know you, in fact, I know a lot about you." Irene said and Sherlock would have cocked an eyebrow if he had one.

"How?"

"I've been spying at you. Not just me, but others too and we know everything about you. We know that you live with John Watson and that you are some sort of a couple, we know where you live, we know who your brother is and where he is right now, we know the important role you have..." she said with a faked pitiful voice and she grabbed his chin and brought his face closer to hers.

"Now Sherlock... I would like you to transform to your human form so we can take a bath together, wouldn't that be nice?" she asked, staring into Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock felt like his whole being was controlled by her and he couldn't do anything else but obey. He closed his eyes and let the warmth take over him. The next second, he was standing on two legs as a human, naked, with Irene's finger still under his chin.

"Oh you're beautiful." she said between her teeth and stroked his right cheekbone carefully. "Sadly that you've got these horrible looking scares... and oh, your eye..." she murmured with a played worried voice, touching his left eyelid. Sherlock stood stiff as a stick, he didn't know what to say or how to act. "I could cut myself on those cheekbones..." she added and touched them with red nail polished fingers.

"Maybe I will fix these wounds of yours...but only if you're obedient enough..." she said, let him go and strayed down in the hot water.

"Come here now." she said and Sherlock obeyed instantly. He got into the water and Irene swam to his side, starting to massage his back.

"So Sherlock... Tell me about this... John of yours." she breathed against his neck which gave him goosebumps all over his body.

"John...?" Sherlock whispered and perked his eyebrows. "I.. don't know... about anyone called John..." he said and he could hear her chuckling. His mind was slow witted and lazy.

"That's good..." she murmured and kissed his cheek with her soft lips. She reached out for some soap and started massaging his back with soap.
"Mm... Good..." he murmured when her hands massaged his stiff muscles.

"Turn around... I want to shampoo your hair..." she said softly and Sherlock immediately turned around. She sprayed some shampoo in her hand from a pink bottle and asked Sherlock to lean forward, which he did, and she started shampooing his curly hair.

When she was finished, Sherlock put some water in his hands and rinsed his hair. She washed herself before suddenly tying him to the bathtub. '

"W-what are you doing...?" he asked, his voice sounding sluggish and slow.

"Tying you up..." she said softly and Sherlock smiled. "Sure sure... Do what you want..." he said, seeing Irene smile brightly when he said that. He couldn't believe he had just said that. Irene made a purring sound when she was finished with her tying and Sherlock just stared at her eyes.

"Captivating. Pretty. Beautiful." were words that swam around in his head when she saw her eyes. Soft, marvellously tasting lips pressed against his and he stared at her with a big eye.

"Irene... What...?" he muffled against her lips but she silenced him by gripping the lower parts of his body.

"Hush... Quiet... It will be alright..." she whispered and gave him an assuring smile. Sherlock wanted to get away as fast as he could now, she was going to use him, he knew it but he couldn't use his body, it was trapped by her spell.

"Now now Sherlock..." she whispered, kissing and nibbling at his lips, demanding him to give entrance. Sherlock reluctantly opened his mouth and by the second he opened it, her tongue was there, dancing through his whole mouth. Sherlock closed his eyes and gave in to the odd, warm feeling ravaging through his system. He knew what was going to happen and he surely didn't want it, not with her, but there was nothing he could do since his body didn't listen at his brain's commands. Irene dug her fingers into the back of his head and deepened the kiss, pushing her body hard against his, she slowly started to move the hand that was around his now hardened member up and down, and he moaned slightly at the sensation.

"Moan like that again..." she begged, moaning as well and moving her hand even faster. Sherlock let out a louder moan mixed with a growl, heat started to fill his abdomen and he let his body take over completely. Irene grabbed his lips once again with hers and started kissing him furiously, exploring his mouth with her wet tongue. Sherlock moaned and gasped for air when she started rocking against him, suddenly he felt something incredibly warm and wet around his penis, he gasped at the wonderful sensation and his eyes opened widely. The warm and wet feeling came from Irene when she slowly and passionately put his manhood into her vagina. Irene let out a loud moan like no other and Sherlock stared frightened at her while the heat in his stomach rose to a frenzy.

"Mmmmm Sherlock!" she moaned loudly and started moving her hips, causing him to moan again and his body to writhe in pleasure. The sudden movement made the hard tighten ropes around his wrists to dig deeply into his skin, making him bleed.

"Oh... Sherlock... move...!" she begged violently, sharp claws digging into the soft skin of his back.

"Ouuuchh..." he gasped and started rocking his hips. Irene screamed joyfully and that made Sherlock move even faster. A tiny voice inside his mind told him it was wrong, that he wasn't supposed to do this with her but he ignored the voice in his head, his mind and body was trapped by the beautiful woman abusing him.

"Ah Sherlock!" Irene screamed, moving even faster around his dick and digging her claws even deeper into his skin. Sherlock whined and moaned at the same time, giving her neck deep bite marks while he moved harder and faster inside her. Irene's whole body started to shake, she let out a loud hiss before collapsing over him. Sherlock growled loudly at the sight of her climax and came hard inside her.

Irene gave him a pleased smile and slapped his cheek with a pout on her lips.

"Good job little dog." she smiled maliciously, her eyes glinting with evil. Sherlock panted heavily, he wanted to hit her with something but he couldn't move. Her lips brushed over his before she slowly got out of him and walked up from the water. Sherlock wriggled in his imprisonment, wanting to get loose but to no success.

"I will get you up, don't worry." she said while she wrapped herself in a towel. She tied up the ropes and at the second Sherlock got loose, he growled furiously, wanting to transform himself but the well known warmth on his back didn't appear.

"Why?" he growled angrily and stared furiously at her with his one eye.

"Why not? I won't let you transform as long as you are here." she said, smiling viciously at him. Sherlock roared and jumped up from the water, splashing it all over the floor. When he landed, his legs folded under him and he fell down on the floor with a loud bang. The air kept in his lungs went out and he made an awful guttural sound to catch his breath again.

"Now Sherlock, we are going to sleep." she smiled and snapped with her finger. Sherlock, still panting for air instantly blacked out. . .

I turned Irene into a complete slut in this chapter. I'm so sorry Irene, I love you so much!
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