The Fae Hunter Ch. 05

"You okay?" Teresa asked, looking into my face. Making sure I wasn't going to faint in fear. I smiled grimly at her.

"There is a fae out there," I said. "Probably a -" I didn't get to finish before a monster crashed through the window to the bedroom. It was curled up in a ball when it came hurtling through, but quickly elongated and stretched out as it rose to its hind legs with impossible speed. It was at least as quick as I was. If not faster. It seemed to tower over us in the small room as it reached its full height. Easily over seven feet, it was also incredibly bulky with hair and muscle. This was clearly a werewolf. It's huge hind legs ended in paws that were twelve inches in diameter and each toe ended in claws that were three or four inches in length. It had a thick fur covering its entire body - a natural armor as well as insulator against the cold. It had a large, erect penis that protruded out almost directly towards us. In battle, its common to see erections in men. I had never seen it in animals before. This thing, beast in appearance, had the adrenaline reaction of a man. Its hands were more human like than its feet, but also ended in huge, sharp claws. Its face was also a hybrid of man and wolf. Black, beady eyes glared at us over a half snout that still sported way too many teeth- longer and sharper than any wolf's. Saliva dripped from its open mouth. It scanned the room quickly, cataloguing and dismissing our swords. The small, black eyes stopped to appreciate Teresa's form. Another human reaction. Though one I completely understood. Standing behind her, I had a perfect view of her amazing ass. Tight and muscular and delicious looking.

"You are not our prey," it said. The words were formed with difficulty with that snout, but clear nonetheless. I don't know why I was surprised that it could talk. But it took my attention away from Teresa's ass. The werewolf was talking to her, not me. It sniffed the air. "You are not mated to him. You may leave. We want only the man."

"That's not happening," she retorted. "He's a guest in my house. I'm not standing by and letting you kill him." She seemed much more calm about meeting a monster than I would have expected.

"So be it," it said, bowing its head slightly. The almost majestic words were incongruous coming from the snout of a wolf man. My vision split again and I watched Teresa attack the creature with both speed and strength. Just as quickly the vision was gone. The werewolf stepped back and readied itself as Teresa launched herself at it. Both werewolf and I knew that the jab of her sword at his still hard dick was a feint and it ignored the faux strike. Instead, it stepped forward quickly and blocked the real attack by slapping the flat of her blade away before she could fully swing it at his side. Teresa grunted in pain from the sudden and powerful blow on her sword, her wrist bending backward almost to the breaking point. She held onto the weapon and swept it down to cut off the creature's foot. It stepped the one foot back, grabbed the blade with its two clawed hands and ripped the blade away from her. It casually tossed the blade behind it and back handed her across the face. Teresa went flying over the bed and landed in a heap against the wall. "I do not want to kill you," it told her. "Stay down." It turned back to me and smiled at me. Or snarled. It was hard to tell.

"Who sent you?" I asked it. It took a step toward me and I threw my sword at it. It reacted to the sword as if it knew I was going to throw it. Because it did. It stumbled when I didn't follow with an attack, clearly expecting me to engage it. I smiled back.

"You are a magic user," it snarled.

"Nope," I said, shaking my head, still smiling at it. I blinked and my fae sight kicked in. The monster was a bright beacon of brown magic.

"Your spells won't work on me, human," it said, rushing me with its impossible speed. I fell back, allowing the creature to land on me. I gripped its arm with my hand and released my hold on The Heart. Aberdeen had had an aura of blue haziness around him. This monster was filled to the brim with a brown aura. Aberdeen had been a small snack. This was a full meal. I drank the werewolf in. It tried to howl in pain and fear. Tried to flee away from me. I rose up as it tried to move away, never letting my grip go free. It fell to the floor and I followed down. Sucking and drinking in every last morsel of brown magic until there was nothing but a shell of a body left. Until the body shattered into dust.

I stood up. The taste of the werewolf in my soul. I had tasted this before. Years and years ago. I knew this taste. Loved this taste. My skin tingled and itched. I was ready to burst from my own flesh with the power inside of me. My senses were more acute than ever before. I turned my head at the small gasp from the woman gingerly struggling to stand up. With a thought I was standing before her. She had a pale and flimsy aura of brown surrounding her. Nothing like the fae I had consumed. But under that aura was a deep, delicious essence that was her life force. The fae hound had been only brown magic. But this woman had something different, but just as tasty. She was staring at my rock-hard cock in astonishment.

"I thought that wolf man was big," she said. "You put him to shame." I grinned down at her, grabbed her by her throat and raised her up. My mouth crushed into hers. My tongue forced its way into her mouth, owning her. I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were half draped closed in sudden arousal. Her pussy had started to flood. Her nipples, hard nubs in my chest. My cock was crushed between our bodies.

"You put him to shame too," I said. Outside the fae hounds howled their grief and rage, sensing their pack mate was now dead. I shook my head and reined in The Heart. I stepped back from Teresa. "Sorry about that," I said. "You okay."

"Uhh," she was still stunned and aroused by me. She tried to shake it off, but kept glancing at my aching and hard cock. "Yeah. I'm good. What did you do to the werewolf?"

"I drained it of its magic," I said. We both looked at the dust on the ground that had been the body of the powerful monster. "I guess fae are nothing without magic."

"Are you going to do the same thing to them," she asked, nodding her head to the outside.

"I'm guessing that they are going to attack all at once," I said. "I can't do that to all of them at the same time." I think.

"Do you have a plan," Teresa asked as she went over and picked up her sword. Her ass, round and tight, pushed out towards me when she bent down. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that she purposefully pushed her ass out towards me. But she wouldn't do that right before we engaged werewolves in battle. My cock, which had started to deflate, started to rise back up. Teresa looked over at me and down at my cock as she stood back up with sword in hand. She smiled at my reaction. Maybe she would do that on purpose. "I'll take suggestions," she said. "I've never fought magical beasts before."

"They know what you are going to do before you do it," I said. "Be as spontaneous as possible. Change your battle decisions as much as you can as fast as you can."

"Seriously," she said, mouth agape. "What the fuck? I've never heard that werewolves can see into the future."

"It's difficult to explain," I said. "Trust me. I -" We didn't have more time to talk. The werewolves attacked.

Two huge beasts jumped through the window, one at a time. They were moving fast, no longer wanting to talk. Each one came hurtling at both of us. I met mine head on, allowing The Heart to fully open and fill my body. My haünnting kicked in automatically, enhanced and impossibly fast as I automatically, unconsciously used the life energy of the dead werewolf that still saturated my entire being. I knocked it's claws away with my hands, knowing exactly where to place them and the exact force needed to stop the beast's attacks without hurting myself. With The Heart fully engaged, even the speed of the werewolves were laughably slow. I grinned at it as its attacks faltered and fizzled. The beady, black eyes stared at me in confusion and the first beginnings of fear. I grabbed the creature's throat with my left hand. This one attacking me was female. Its breasts hung large and loose, flopping around with its movements. Like the male werewolf that I had already killed this one was equally naked. With my right hand I viciously grabbed it by the pussy, three fingers sinking painfully inside of it. I lifted the huge creature above my head and smashed it down on the ground. I followed it down as it lay stunned from the blow, never letting my hands off its body. The Heart had flared into life as soon as I had contact with the werewolf's body, sucking at the magic force within it. The brown life force inexorably swept out of the soul of the monster and into me. As the beast crumbled into dust under my hands, I lifted my head and roared in triumph, heady with the power that I was suctioning up.

The human female was having a much harder time with her fae. The fae hound had her cornered against the back wall. The bed and her desperate sword defense the only things keeping her alive. I launched myself onto the back of the beast. I grabbed its head and wrenched back as hard as I could. It howled in pain before the scream ended in a gargle of blood as the woman punctured it through the throat with her sword. I dropped back so that the blade, shoved violently all the way through the throat, wouldn't stab me in the face. The beast flopped on the floor, trying to crawl away as it bled profusely all over the floor. The woman and I looked at each other.

"Thanks," she said. Her eyes opened wide. "Behind you," she shouted.

I turned as a third werewolf leaped on me. I fell to my back, pushing my legs up into its torso and launching it past me. It crashed through the wall as I leaped to my feet. I heard the woman cry out in pain but didn't have time to spare her any attention as my wolf came hurtling back into the room. I leapt into the werewolf meeting it halfway. My speed and strength countered its heavier bulk and the beast flipped over and onto its back. I landed squarely on its stomach and chest. I gripped the chest hair firmly with my right hand and pressed firmly down toward its heart. With my left hand, I jabbed a two fingers into its right eye and popped the eyeball out. It screamed in pain, but my left hand was already sucking up all of its life force, sinking right into the creature's body. It gave one last whimper before dissipating into nothing. I looked around for the woman.

She was on the ground, sword dropped beside her. A werewolf had clawed its way through the wall of the room and had attacked her from behind. It had not survived the attack. Its head lay a few feet from its body. Blood had poured from the torso, saturating the woman. I swept over to her. It would be so easy to eat her soul and add it to my power. The werewolf, before dying, had bitten her shoulder and swiped her side with its claws. Neither would have been fatal wounds if a normal beast had injured her. But the fae hound had infected the woman with a red magical poison with its bite and she would soon be dead. I desperately wanted to feed off the woman. I closed The Heart, feeling the power and hunger fade. And my humanity return.

I knelt down beside Teresa. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. With my free hand, I caressed her hair back and off her face. I wiped the blood off her face as best I could.

"Well, fuck," she said. "This sucks."

"You'll be fine," I said. The Heart inside of me pulsed and demanded to come out and continue eating. Teresa's aura was flickering in and out of existence. The ugly red magic that was invading her body from the bite on her shoulder started to travel toward her heart.

"Yeah, right," she coughed and gasped in pain. The red aura lurched and expanded. "No one survives a werewolf attack." Her body convulsed as she had another coughing fit. "Please," she begged. "I've seen a death by bite," she whispered. "I can't go that way." Her brown aura, a hazy imitation of the fae hounds brown magic, flickered back into existence and the magical poison receded a little bit.

"Your body is fighting it," I told her. "Maybe you will get better."

"No," Teresa said. "I won't. I can feel it." She held my hand as firmly as she could. Her breasts shook as she coughed again. "Please end it for me. I beg you."

"I have an idea," I said. "Do you trust me?"

"No," she laughed painfully. "Of course, I don't. But if you promise to kill me, I will let you do anything you want."

"Well," I admitted. "If this doesn't work, it'll probably kill you."

"Fine," she coughed, letting go of my hand. Too weak to hold onto me any longer.

I let The Heart open up. Her life force was being transmuted and changed. Changed or not, it was all the same to me. A tasty meal for my unending hunger. If I put my hand on her heart, I could more easily suck all of the energy out of her. It would be so easy. My hand landed on her wound. She moaned in pain, involuntarily trying to move away from me. I gripped the arm forcefully, not letting go. I ate up the magical werewolf poison. I reached in with my mind, gathering up all the red magic and vacuuming it into The Heart. Next came the thin brown aura surrounding the woman making her stronger, faster, and tougher than normal humans. So thin and easy to consume. I groaned and yelled. Screamed my defiance until I wrenched back control from The Heart. The Heart was filled with the brown magical energy of the fae hounds and of the human female - of Teresa. I started to push the magic in the opposite direction. Filling her up. Giving her even more than I had taken. Her body arched and convulsed with the power, levitating itself off the ground.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

I was gone. Disoriented and confused, I looked around. I was back in Drak's throne room. Before I could gather my senses, he was standing before me. The human mask that made him look vaguely human and vaguely fae had been ripped off. He was neither human or fae. He was a different thing all together. And that thing was every bad thought, evil deed, corrupt feeling that anyone had ever had coalesced into a single being. He was unadulterated evil. He reached down, grabbed me by opposite arm and leg, lifted me above his head and smashed me into the ground. The wind was knocked out of me. I wanted to groan or cry in pain, but I didn't have the breath. He kicked me in the face, opening my cheek up and breaking my nose. Blood splashed and poured out of me. He kicked me in my side and I heard the cracking of ribs.

"I will tear you from limb to limb," Drak roared. He stomped on my thigh, snapping my leg.

"What?" I gasped. The pain overwhelmed the confusion. I wanted to black out. He kept me awake with the force of his mind.

"You give to The Heart," He screamed at me, his face suddenly inches from my own. "You never take!" He leaned back enough to punch me in the kidneys. "You take from The Heart again," he swore. "And I will make sure that you are tortured for a thousand thousand years." I rolled over onto my side and started retching. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Do you understand me?" He let go of my head and it bounced painfully off the ground. I murmured an affirmative. "What!" he snarled.

"Yes," I croaked out from around the pervasive pain.

I was kneeling over Teresa's bloody body. She was staring up at me in shock. The pain from the beating Drak had given me was still in my mind and I keeled over, moaning and keeling. I gingerly reached for my face to feel the damage Drak had doled out. I was untouched.

"What the fuck," I groaned.

"Are you alright?" Teresa asked, struggling to a sitting position.

"Not sure," I said. I reached down and felt for the splintered remains of my leg. It was uninjured. "Guess I am."

"What did you do to me?" she asked. She brushed the blood off her side and watched the claw marks close and heal. She touched her shoulder where the bite was disappearing just as fast.

"I gave you some of the power of the werewolves," I shrugged. "I guess the healing comes with the whole package."

"Does that mean I will turn into a werewolf?" Teresa frowned at me. Before I could answer, we turned in unison to look at the werewolf she had stabbed in the throat. It was getting to its feet. It looked almost completely healed. Teresa snatched up her sword and before the creature could react, she chopped off its head. "Heal from that, asshole," she snarled. She kicked it. Teresa turned back to me.

"I don't know," I said, spreading my arms apart. I felt like I shouldn't be able to move, but Drak's beating was already fading from my memory.

"Fuck," she said, looking around the bedroom. Holes in the wall. Dead bodies. Blood everywhere. "I need to wash up." She started to walk out of the room. "Come on out to the living room. You can sleep on the couch." I followed her out of the demolished bedroom.

I found her standing in the kitchen and staring down at a bucket of water. She was looking down at herself like she didn't know where to start cleaning up. She had blood all over her.

"Hey," I said quietly, walking over to stand next to her. I grabbed a towel. I got it wet and started cleaning her body of the blood. I started at her feet and worked my way up her legs.

"I don't need help," she said, but didn't move away from me. I got up to her stomach before she spoke again. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she admitted in a soft voice. "I've been in plenty of battles. I've killed a dozen men. I shouldn't be reacting like this." She started to shiver. I grabbed a new towel and finished her torso and face. I didn't say anything. Just kept on cleaning. Her hair took a third towel. Finally, she pushed at me. "Stop. I can do this."

"We were attacked by monsters," I said, not backing away from her. "You almost died. It's okay to react to that."

"Fuck you," she said, hating her weakness. I grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. "Fuck you," she said again, muffled by my chest. Her arms snaked around me and she clung to me desperately. I expected her to start crying, but instead she reached up and grabbed each side of my head and brought my face down towards hers. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue pushing its way insistently into my mouth. My cock hardened and pressed into her body. She moaned in response.

"Are you sure?" I asked, pulling my head back. "This is a common- fuck." She grabbed my cock and gently but firmly rubbed along its full length. She started to kneel down so that she could get a closer look at my hardon, but I stopped her. I swooped her up in my arms and carried her into her bedroom.

"Aren't you strong," she laughed before capturing my mouth with hers again. I placed her on the bed, following her down and not letting our mouth lose contact. Her hand found my twitching cock and started stroking me again. She pulled back from the kiss to look me in the eyes. Her hand trailed from the base of my cock all the way to the tip. "I need this," she said. "I need to forget. Even if it's just for the night. I need pleasure."

I smiled in response and pushed her on her back. I gave small kisses on her cheeks. Trailing down to her neck, I took a moment to lick and suck on her there. Teresa moaned, reaching up to trail her fingers through my hair. I kept traveling south. I stopped at her breasts. They were small and tight. Her body was muscular and strong with not an ounce of extra fat anywhere. This made her breasts smaller than they would be normally. But, after teasing and licking her hard nipples, I discovered not any less sensitive. I opened my haünnting to give her extra pleasure. She loved her nipples played with. I complied. While I teased her with my lips and tongue, I allowed my hands to caress and drift over her body. As my hand flitted over her legs, Teresa spread them apart to give me access to her pussy. I skimmed along her lips, careful to bypass her clitoris that was starting to push up. I gently traced her lips and slowly, carefully pushed a finger between them. Not entering her pussy. Just resting my finger on the entrance. I bit down on the nipple in my mouth and pushed my finger inside of her. She yelped and moaned, her body arching as my finger penetrated her. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pushed my face harder into her breast. I went back to licking and sucking on the nipple as I pushed a second finger inside.