I'm stumbling to my feet when a glob of viscera mixed with partially digested food strikes me in the chest. My whine of indignation and protest falls on deaf ears as Aela continues to shake her feast apart in rapturous glee. More blood, flesh, and internal nastiness is thrown wildly around the clearing as I retreat into the basin of warm water to once again clean myself. I'm working the gunk loose from my fur when the crunching of bone and snarls of Aela make me brave a glance at the bestial woman. Aela has done a fine job of turning the elven hunter into a mess of meat and scarlet with the occasional glimpse of gleaming bone to give the pile a shambling shape of the boy it once was.

I go back to cleaning myself with the soap Aela left by the side of the pool and don't give my captor another glance as her crunching and snarling continues. Finally, after I'm once again clean, I have nothing to do aside from check to see if Aela is almost done with her meal. Unfortunately, it looks like Aela is still struggling to tear the man's leather armor into small enough pieces she can consume them. A small part of me pities the nameless hunter who will soon be nothing more than his inedible gear and a warm feeling in Aela's gut. A larger part of me is growing weary of waiting for Aela and starts once again towards her.

Aela flashes her fangs at me as I approach, and I offer her my upturned hands in a sign of peaceful intentions. My thorough fucking at Aela's hands coupled with the drugs coursing through my system and my ever-growing bastard have made me easily exhausted and in a near constant state of fatigue. The quicker I can get returned to my prison is the quicker I can take a nap and escape Aela in my dreams. I find the clasp of the man's armor buried between tendon and sinew and work it open. Leather and hide fall away to leave the elf's internal organs free for Aela's dinner. I work his trousers off his mangled legs as Aela pulls his heart free from his chest cavity and begins gorging herself.

The rest of his armor, helm, boots, and gauntlets are all easily slipped off and put to the side. Aela's meal goes quicker without her fumbling and struggling to free her meat from the armor previously encasing him. I'm forced to sit off to the side and watch the woman make short, bloody work of consuming the man from head to toe. She slows as she works and has far less gusto than before; still, it's only an hour or two before she's licking his blood from the ground and knocking his belongings she couldn't eat off to the side. All that remains of the elven hunter who intruded upon us is his bow, boots, dagger, and a few arrows.

His other armor and clothing were both edible and palatable enough for Aela to scarf down at some point. The beast before me, now sluggish and bloated, jerks her head at the elf's belongings and back at me. I get the idea and rise to my feet before scooping up the man's personal affects in my arms, then doing the same to Aela's belongings and the sack of bathing supplies she had stashed here. With the corpse, blood, and belongings all gone from the area there's now no proof the man even existed aside from Aela's slow, drunken stride as she struggles to keep down her dinner. I follow the werewolf's plodding walk back to our cabin with only the slightest dream of escape lingering in the darkest parts of my mind.

In her slowed state I might be able to outrun Aela for a moment, but the drugs still in me and the ache in my legs tells me I'm not going to be able to outrun her to civilization. Fleeing would only enrage Aela, and I still recall the last time she fucked me in her werewolf form and the unique agony it provided as I was forced to try taking a monstrous prick complete with knot. No, the best thing I can do at the moment is attend to my physical needs and pray I can find a way to escape later. My physical needs at the moment are a warm meal, a nice nap, and a day or two without drugs being constantly pumped into my system. I can't affect the last need, but I can do my best to make the first two happen.

The ramshackle shack that's come to be my prison is a welcome sight and the bed inside it is an even more welcome one. I drop the elven hunter's belongings as well as Aela's on the floor on my way in and return to the bed as quickly as I can. The sheets are still soaked with my vomit from earlier, so I let them join the growing pile of things of the floor as I wrap myself in the blanket and try my best to get comfortable with the chains on the bed rattling with my every movement.

Aela, still in her werewolf form, returns to the meal she was preparing before we left and lets her gaze go between the halfway done meal and me. I wave away her concern and try to wrap the blanket around me in a more comfortable way. My exhaustion and soreness are taking priority over my hunger. I'm closing my eyes and trying to get sleep to take me when the bed shudders and sags as a creature far too large for it begins climbing in. Lying on my back and with my arms and legs comfortably secured in my blanket, I open my eyes to see two dark, beady eyes locked on mine with a large, wet nose inches from my own.

I fear the worst and cast a glance downwards only to be pleasantly surprised that Aela isn't currently sprouting an erection that could prolapse me. The Nord huffs a puff of hot, wet air in my face in what I think is supposed to be offense as she lowers herself onto me. Hairy, muscular arms come to rest by my head as Aela does her best to keep her weight from crushing me while allowing her lower torso and legs to rest atop me. The weight is uncomfortable but bearable all things considered. I'm thinking about closing my eyes again when a hot, wet tongue suddenly ejects from Aela's mouth and licks my own lips in the closest thing Aela can call a kiss in her current form.

My glare of disapproval draws a huffing, snarling laugh from the woman atop me. Thankfully, she gives me no more kisses in favor of resting her head on my shoulder and snuggling closer to me. There's little I can do aside from allow Aela to lay atop me with her weight pushing me solidly down into the bed. I'm not sure how long it is before Aela starts to transform back to her Nord form, but I know I was just beginning to doze off and actually get some rest when it happens. Aela's weight redistributes itself into a more comfortable human shape as her fur retreats back into her skin and her limbs return to their normal proportions instead of her bestial werewolf length.

Once she's fully back to her Nord form, Aela captures my lips in a kiss tasting of the blood and guts she's spent the last few hours consuming. I gag and do my best to push her off me which works about as well as I anticipated. I'm still stuck kissing Aela and earn myself a gentle slap on the hip that warns me to stop squirming. I relent and allow the other woman's tongue to snake into my mouth and share the taste of a dead man with me. It's only once Aela has had her fill she retreats and pulls back in favor of lavishing my neck with spurts of kisses and nibbles.

I don't know what possess me to speak or try to reason with Aela. I'm not sure whether it's some primal urge to save the woman who previously saved my life or whether it's just because some secret part of me likes pissing off the woman who nearly killed me. Still, I find myself speaking against all rational thought that tells me to be quiet, allow Aela to do what she wants, and get a nap in before she decides I need to drink down some more of the potions she's procured for me.

"You're doing to do that to Danica Pure-Spring when she comes to check on me, right?". The sigh Aela releases tantamount to a husband who's having the same argument with his wife for the tenth time in the same day.

"Probably. She knows too much and there's no way she won't figure out something is off. Besides, all she needs to do is make sure our child is growing alright. After that, once we're off in Solitude or Markarth or somewhere celebrating our wedding, we can find someone else to check on them.". I ignore Aela's delusion that we'll one day be a happy couple in Solitude or Markarth in favor of trying to get some semblance of reason into her skull.

"Do you have to kill her? Can't you do something else?". The hardness that was growing between Aela's thighs softens as she pulls back with another exasperated sigh.

"Listen, I know you feel guilty because you got Danica killed, but there's nothing I can do! We have to go back to Whiterun at some point, and I can't risk her figuring anything out.". It takes a moment for me to process what Aela has implied.

"Me?! I-". Aela's right hand is a vice grip on my throat as her left presses hard on my torso to force the air from my lungs. Her eyes, once soft and caring, are far less kind that I remember them being a second ago.

"Yes, you. If you hadn't done this-". Her left hand leaves my torso in favor of allowing her pointer finger to highlight the five scabbing scars running across Aela's face from my now missing claws.

"I never would have had to hurt you. If I never would had to hurt you, then you never would have done this-". She turns her hand that's pointing at her face to highlight the light bite mark on the side of her hand I gave her as she was busy rearranging my face with her punches.

"Which means I never would have beaten you within an inch of your life. If I hadn't beaten you within an inch of your life, then-". The lack of air is making it difficult to focus as my legs start kicking and I start trying to pry Aela's hand from my throat.

"There never would have been a need for Danica Pure-Spring.". The grip she has loosens and air rushes back into my lungs. I'm left gasping and coughing as Aela rises from the bed in favor of returning to the meal she was making before she took me to the hot spring.

"Simple. Understand?". I mumble my understanding as I gather my breath. I allow myself to stew in my thoughts before being interrupted by Aela returning with a soup of meat and vegetables for me. Aela sits beside me in silence as I idly spoon my food around. Despite it all, I figure I'll give my idea of what to do next a shot.

"Can't you do anything? Please?". I give Aela the best begging look I can.

"For me? She saved my life.". Aela doesn't look convinced.

"Hircine saved your life, but I'll admit Danica helped. You probably would have died during the transformation if it wasn't for her.". A final sigh to end the night as she focuses on my pleading face.

"I'll see what I can do.".