Then, with a swift thrust, he impaled her.
Bonnie cried out as he entered her, rough and uncontrolled, as she felt her hymen tear as her inner passage swelled and expanded around him. It was pain, it was pleasure. She couldn't tell. They mixed and mingled inside her like the most delicate of flavors, and she gasped as he withdrew almost immediately before setting up a sharp, pounding pace.
"Oh!" she said as he thrust into her. "Oh, oh, oh..."
She couldn't understand it. It felt so good. He was so full and thick and slick inside her, the pads of his hands rough on her waist, the fur of his pistoning hips abrading the soft skin of her ass as he thrust, over and over again into her writhing body. She felt the tip of his cock kiss something inside her that she'd never felt before, and the pleasure numbed her brain. The sac holding his huge testicles, filled to bursting with his seed, slapped against her clit with each thrust, hard and sharp, and her already sensitive flesh responded with a quiver, an ache. Blood rushed to her cunt as she felt another orgasm building up inside her. His strange, truncated legs crouched rather than knelt, and he had trapped her legs between them as he fucked her. She could only claw at the blankets on which she lay, trying to hold on. She felt as though his cock would fill her up and bear her away, sending her flying into the stratosphere if she didn't somehow cling to the earth.
"Bon-nee," he muttered behind her. "Bon-nee. Feel good."
"Four," she said. "Four feel good." And she moved, as much as she could, to meet his next thrust with her hips.
A howl ripped from his throat, and all the hair on her body stood on end. The haunting sound reverberated around the tiny shack, echoing off the walls, rebounding against her skin, and the shivers and shudders it sent through her pushed her to the brink. He was wild now, unleashed, a creature of feelings. She felt them pouring into her, making her the same. She strained against him, achingly full of him, the swollen lips of her pussy becoming rough and scratched on the fur at the base of his cock.
"Fuck me!" she cried out, begging, pleading, commanding, and he complied, picking up his pace, faster and faster, until she was certain she would shatter around him.
She felt his balls tighten against her, drawing up, his release coming closer. Desperately she shoved her hips back into him, seeking her own release, and then his claws tightened on her waist, pricks of pain against the numbing pleasure, and Bonnie came a second time as Four roared his release.
Her body clenched around his cock as he spurted thick, hot ropes of cum inside her. She felt it fill her up then overtop, slipping and sliding out of her passage, covering her pussy lips in thick cum, rolling in gobs down the insides of her thighs as her body milked him dry until at last they both collapsed, she bonelessly, he barely holding his weight from her smaller body.
Spread out against the blankets, Bonnie quivered and twisted with the aftermath of her orgasm as Four twitched above her, his slick pointed cock slipping and sliding in small jerks inside her. For a long moment she lay there, feeling his trembling body hovering over her, until she became dimly aware of a small, sad sound in his throat. A whine.
Distantly she frowned. Shouldn't he be happy? She certainly was. She could die right now and know that she had experienced one of the greatest things life could offer her. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling his cum coating them, and sighed in contentment. "What's wrong?" she said, though she was so tired and content that she felt as though she were speaking from a dream.
His head drooped, his furred cheek brushing against her smooth one. "Still..." he said. "Still..."
His very voice was tinged with agony, and the happy glow of their joining began to recede. "Still what?" she said, opening her eyes and pushing up onto her elbows.
His great paws roamed over her skin, restless, sad.
“Still this. Not man. Still this.” Deep in his chest, she heard a whine of despair, the keening sound of a wounded animal. It speared her straight through the heart. She couldn't stand it.
Reaching back, Bonnie wrapped her arm around the thick ruff of fur covering his neck and leaned her face against his, the downy soft fur pillowing her forehead. She closed her eyes in contented pleasure. “It's fine,” she said. “I like you just the way you are.”
She felt him grow still.
"True?" he said. "True?"
Bonnie nodded. "True," she confirmed, then craned her neck and kissed his cheek.
*
Four shuddered beneath the sweetness of her kiss, the grace and beauty of it. She was human, everything he'd lost, and she didn't mind this terrible form. Until he had come inside her, spilling his seed into her willing depths, he hadn't known just how much he longed to be human again. He hadn't known he despaired, ached for it, a desire perpetually out of his reach. And when it hadn't happened, he had felt as though he would drown in the gulf between what he was now and what he longed to be.
But her kiss...
Sweet. Soft. Gentle. It alighted on his cheek like a butterfly, and inexplicably he felt... saved.
Wrapping his arms around her, Four held his promised woman close. Bonnie. That meant beautiful. He'd known that, in his other life.
Bonnie.
For a long moment they lingered there, until she suddenly inhaled sharply and shifted against him. "Um," she said. "Your, uh, cock. I think it's growing?"
He blinked, confused. Of course it was. It was swelling to keep her tied to him so that no other male could spill his seed inside her. "Yes?" he said.
"Oh. Is that... normal?"
If he could have, he would have smiled. "Yes," he said again. "You mine. My mate. No one mate you but me." Well, he wasn't a man, but his words were coming more easily. It felt good.
She squirmed on his shaft. "Only... ah! It feels..." She appeared to search for the right word. "Nice?" she said at last.
He buried his nose in her hair, then snaked his arms around her, lifting her up until she straddled his lap, his cock still sunk deep inside her, her back to his chest. "Nice?" he said. "Nice good." Holding her tight, he gave his hips a little thrust.
His woman squeaked. "Oh! Oh, my god..." The bulb at the base of his penis filled her up just inside her entrance, keeping them bound together, but he knew he could give her more pleasure before the effect wore off. He held her tightly and moved her body over his, her shuddering cries encouraging him.
"You like?" he asked her. She felt good around him. He wouldn't come again for a while, but he would be happy enough to feel her clench over his cock once more.
"Yes, god, yes," she gasped. "Four—ah!" He cut off her babbling with another thrust, and she panted in his arms, her body limp with the aftermath of their first mating as he plumbed her heated depths, determined to draw out a final release. The scent of his seed mixed with the slick juices of her pussy filled him with a tenderness he had thought long gone from him. He set up a quick, tight pace, the base of his cock rubbing over her soft, sensitive insides, and when she reached down to rub her clit he firmly removed her hand and did the honors himself with the rough pad of his finger. Circling, flicking, rubbing, he teased the little nub of flesh at the apex of her cunt while she writhed on his thick cock and sobbed her pleasure.
"Four!" she cried, not his name, but name enough between them. "Four, I'm going to come, I'm going to—" Her words ended in a scream so loud it deafened him, and he thrust faster as her body suddenly took on a mind of its own, thrashing and flopping in his arms as he stroked her to heaven.
His woman was still riding high on her third orgasm, straddling him with his cock wedged firmly inside her when his sensitive ears pricked up. Outside, in the sky, he heard the throb of approaching helicopters.
Chapter Six
Bonnie was still in the throes of her release when her beast lover stilled beneath her, then swiftly ripped her from his cock. It slipped out of her tight passage with a pop that would have been comical had she not felt the loss like a knife in her gut. She wasn't done fucking him. She would never be done fucking hi
m. And besides, weren't you supposed to cuddle afterward?
But then he began to wrap her in blankets, quickly, clumsily, and she knew something was wrong. His senses were far more powerful than hers, and she realized with a start of fear that their pursuers must have found them.
How? she wanted to know, but it probably wasn't important. All that mattered was they were here now and Four was in danger.
Technically she was in danger, too, she supposed, but aside from the drugs and her unceremonious dumping in the wilderness, she had never truly been captive. In Four's quick, awkward movements, she felt his panic mounting. Then, in her gut, she felt rather than heard the deep whupwhupwhup of a helicopter.
Oh shit, she thought.
Reaching up, she grabbed the blankets and helped him, until she was mostly covered and only shivering slightly. "It's okay," she told him. "I hear them. You have to run."
"Come," he said gruffly. "You come."
Bonnie bit her lip. Even though the insides of her thighs slicked together with his cum, she knew they were essentially strangers, and she was nervous. Scared. What would going with Four mean for her? Would she never be able to return to her old life? Would she ever see her parents again? Her sisters? Her friends? All the dreams she'd had, suddenly fading into the distance. If they captured them both, would she be able to go back to the world?
She was a liability to him, she realized. And despite only knowing him for a day, he was a liability to her, too. She cared about him. Her heart ached for his obvious fear. Her pussy throbbed with the aftermath of their fucking. She was torn.
But her life... everything she'd ever known... being captured meant she might get it back. Going with Four meant they would run and run. Possibly forever.
Could she do that?
She needed time to think!
"We should split up," she found herself saying. "If they're tracking me, they'll go after me first. It could give you time to get away..."
"You mine!" he nearly shouted, and a swell of frustration rose in her. It was probably instinct, but it was stupid instinct! It was going to get him captured again!
She forced herself to be calm. "I know," she said. "I'm yours. But you can't escape with me, can you? I'll slow you down. They can't keep me." That was not a certainty, but she couldn't imagine being held indefinitely. She was a human being...
And so was Four, once upon a time...
Bonnie bit her lip, but she realized that her first impulse had probably been her best impulse. "No, we need to split up. You can get away."
The whine that broke from him, squeezed from what seemed to be the depths of his soul, pierced her heart. They were both standing now, she on two legs and he on four. His great head was level with her chest, and she reached out and embraced it. "Don't worry about me. I'm a fighter. I'll get away, too."
He made a grumbling noise that told her he didn't really believe that, and she didn't really believe it either, but it was better than sitting down and giving up. She could maybe take one or two down with her. She'd trained in the dojo. It was against her principles, but if she could pin someone, she could break their bones as well.
Her legs trembling, Bonnie forced herself to step away from him and move to the door of the shed. "We have to go now, quickly," she said. "I'll go right. You go left. Got it?"
He whined again, but he didn't say no, and she had accept that as good enough. Her heart filled with fear for him, but their captors had known enough about his requirements for a mate to pick her, so they must know that he wouldn't willingly leave her side. If she could get them to chase her, thinking he was with her...
She paused, hand on the door. "When you go, disturb as little of the landscape as possible, okay?"
He stopped whining at that, and Bonnie was left with the distinct impression that she had insulted him. She wanted to laugh, to apologize, but the heavy whupwhupwhup was getting louder, reaching her human ears now. The time to act had arrived.
Bonnie threw open the door and darted into the night.
Behind her, she heard Four whine again, but she banked a hard right and crashed into the surrounding woods, trying to cause as much noise and damage as possible. She didn't hear him follow her.
*
Four sprinted in the opposite direction of his mate and felt his heart ripping in two, as though she held one half and the other half were anchored in his chest, and distance was the only thing that could sever the bond. He'd felt it in the early morning hours as he'd raced to the nearest river, thankfully swollen with cold rain and the first snowy run-off of the season, and dumped the last traces of their captors into its depths. Leaving her for even that short amount of time had been horrible, an agony he could not lightly subject himself to again.
But she had been right. They would fare better split up rather than together. He hated that she had been right.
Silently, Subject Number Four slipped between the trees, gliding from shadow to shadow as swiftly as any deer, as silently as any cat. He had forced himself to practice, to perfect this method of moving when he first escaped the laboratories, knowing his life depended on moving as quickly as possible while remaining undetected. It served him well now, though he could barely suppress the whine in his chest that would give him away. He couldn't bear this separation.
Would she be all right? Would they take her prisoner? And if they did, would he be able to leave her?
He already knew the answers to those questions. His captors were ruthless, saw him as less than human, less than animal. Monster.
But he couldn't be a monster. Not if Bonnie had accepted his touch, opened herself to be parted by his flesh, moaned in ecstasy when he filled her with his seed...
The memories, so fresh and raw, caused him to stumble. How could he run from his mate? From his promised woman, who still reeked of him, whose thighs were still sticky with their coupling?
He slowed in his swift scurrying through the trees. A memory rose in him. Dim. Distant. A memory of peace and well-being. In all the time Number Four could recall, he had never felt that way, not even with Bonnie. Hints of it had filtered down to him while he watched her sleep, but the urge to mate her, take her, had overridden his contentment. But now something tickled his brain, bringing up recollections he couldn't quite grasp.
Four growled with frustration. What was he trying to remember? Could it be the life before? The time before?
He came to a halt and stood in the shelter of a small grove of oak trees, scrabbling inside his mind. What was he trying to tell himself?
Safety. Peace. Contentment. Things he wanted? Yes, of course. Things he could have? With Bonnie, maybe.
It was getting harder to think. Harder to process what was happening. A groan creaked in his throat, like the groaning of a ship tossed about on restless seas. The moon was encroaching.
The moon.
The moon...
Subject Number Four lifted his muzzle and looked to the moon. It stared down at him, hard and sharp in the dark sky. Growing. His mind would slip away, further and further. He would go mad, mad with the moon, until he was finally a true beast, a wolf, one night of the month, when the moon was at its fullest.
But for now, it was a slice of silver in the night sky. Just a fragment. Just a piece. Incomplete.
Incomplete.
Four turned and stared back over his shoulder, the way he had come.
The sound of helicopters filled the air.
*
Bonnie fled through the trees, reaching out, grabbing branches, desperately pulling them down behind her as she crashed through the undergrowth. She had no idea where she was, or where she was going. She only knew that the helicopters were on her trail.
Searchlights flashed through the trees from above, illuminating her path. They hadn't passed over her yet, but it was only a matter of time. Where a helicopter would land out here, she had no idea, and she didn't want to find out. Now that she was without Number Four, she realized just how small and human and vulner
able she was. Her feet were already frozen stiff, her teeth clenched together to keep them from chattering, her breath coming in painful gasps.
She'd always tried to maintain some level of fitness, but now, after a whole day with no food and three mind-shattering orgasms, she found herself as weak as a kitten. The cold robbed her of moisture as well, and her throat became sticky and dry.
She ran on anyway.
High in the air, the helicopter circled, going round and back, finding her trail, losing it, finding it again. They had all the time in the world to chase her down. Machines didn't become exhausted, and they were flush with fuel while she running on empty.
Bonnie stumbled, her foot—feeling just like a block of ice—catching on some exposed root and sending her pitching forward. Light fell across her, and her heart stopped.
They could see for almost a mile up there. They'd know exactly where to go, exactly where to land. They would be upon her soon. She prayed they hadn't yet found Four.
Heavy blades ripped through the air as the helicopter that had her in its sights came lower. Could they rappel into the trees? she wondered. She had no idea. But she rose up anyway, and continued on.
Only a few minutes later, she heard voices, high and thin and reedy, over the pounding of her heart in her ears. Men's voices. They were flimsy, breakable in contrast to Number Four's rich, deep tones. Even his growls were more pleasant to hear than the nasally whine of a man's voice.
I am sick, Bonnie thought. But if I am, I don't think I want to get well.
She needed to keep Four safe. As long as he was safe, they could maybe find each other again. She paused in her flight, her breath gusting from her like a gale, and glanced around.
Lights flickered in the forest like strobe lights. The helicopters filled the air with their choppy din, and above the sound were voices. Off to her right she could see flashlights bobbing between the trunks, and she took off, trying to run parallel to their path.
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