Run Rabbit, Run Rabid: Valko
Synopsis: The normal trek to Grandmaâs house is always easy. But an unexpected visitor makes the journey so much more dangerous.
Warnings: Non-con, mounting, Monster!fudging, knotting, mentions of death, dark fantasy, mentions of Big Brother Caleb.
A/n: ITS NOT MUCH BUT ITS HONEST WORK!
The forest path to Grandmotherâs house was one you knew by heart. It âs dirt path winded beneath the gnarled branches of ancient oaks, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves that were slowly changing colors with the season. You had walked it a hundred times before. Your basket had been patched up plenty of times from the weight of jars and fresh bread that had broken it once before.
Caleb stood in the doorway. His own basket of fjrewood was slung over his shoulder. He usually accompanied you on the journey, even though he knew his grandmother would bicker at him about something or the other. But he was the provider for you two. As a lumberjack, hell, the best in the village, it was up to him to keep a roof over your head.
But this journey felt different.
âTake the axe," he insisted again, pressing the worn handle into your hands. His calloused fingers lingered over yours, as if he could press the weight of his strength into you. You could feel his hands shaking. His hands rarely shook.
You laughed and simply waved him off. You adjusted your red cloak, patches where both Grandma and Caleb had sewn it brushed your boots. "Donât be silly. Iâve walked this path a thousand times. What could possibly happen?" You smoothed out the linen in the basket. âYou are simply paranoid.â
His upper lip twitched in a scowl, he looked out of your bedroom window, heavy boots creaking the floorboard. âThe woods arenât safe right now. Thereâs talk in the village. Something's been stalkinâ the edges, Pips. Paw prints too big for any wolf the men have ever seen.â
You couldnât help the knot that formed in your throat. Youâd heard the tales from the old drunks in town. Scattered animal carcasses, howls so loud they were deafening. But old drunk men told the funniest tales. Your grandmother hadnât seen you in a week, far longer than you wanted at this point.
But you were always a good little sister. You grabbed the ax, a small thing, but the edge was sharpened by Caleb so much, it could split hairs. You tucked the ax into your basket. âThere. Happy?â
Caleb let out a breath of relief , ruffling your hair like he used to when you were a child. "Good. And donât dawdle. Get to Grandmaâs before dusk."
You batted his hand away as you walked through the cabin. You adjusted the red hood on your head. The weather was agreeable at least, as you stepped into the crisp morning air. You waved at Caleb over your shoulder as you left, the tight red plaid clinging to his arms.
What you didnât see, was the fear clinging to his pupils.
The path to Grandmas was the easy part. What wasnât easy, was seeing the wreckage of what remained of her cottage.
The remains of your Grandmotherâs kitchen told the story. There were overturned chairs, flour dusting the floor like snow. Youâd tripped over broken plates, your mouth moving but not a single word falling from your lips. Youâd whispered a word. Her name. Her title.
Your shaky legs and the blood trail led you to her bedroom. The door had basically book town from its hinges. Your chest tightened so much you feared that your conscious would slip through your fingers. You braced yourself for the worst.
When you stepped through the shattered threshold, the bed was pristine. The handmade quilt was flat, like sheâd made the bed before leaving.
It happened too fast. Your basket clattered to the ground as an unseen force shoved you forward. The wooden bedframe that Caleb had crafted for Grandma, caught your knees. You buckled instantly with a cry of terror.
âS-Stopâ!" you choked out, fingers twisting in the sheets. A stronger hand pressed against the hood over your head. Tears and snot sneaked your face as you tried to struggle. Your breath quickened and chest burned from lack of air.
But the real fear started when claws ripped up the edge of your dress. The thin cotton undergarments against your puffy folds clung to the shape of your mound. âApplesâŠ?â A gruff voice from behind scoffed. A sharp claw traced your slit. âCute.â
Your sob was choked out as the fabric was torn from you. The crisp fall air tingled your flesh. Calloused fingers parted your folds, the hand moved from the back of your head to your lower back. You heard the floorboards creek, before two fingers spread your lower lips. A long, deep inhale that you could feel on your lower extremities made you sob, boots stomping on the floor as you buried your face into the quilt.
âPlease noâŠ.â You hiccuped.
The voice hushed you, the deep amber slithering into your veins. There was a long, heavy, dripping pressure against your slit, too grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves below. Your back arched, a boot flying back to try and kick the intruder off. But he simply caught it like an annoying fly. His tongue dipped into your hole and you felt your stomach drop.
A groan of satisfaction vibrated your core. The tongue fled from itâs meal, licking upon his lips instead. âDeliciousâŠâ
The movements were too fast. There was a rustle of your dress being pushed over your hips further. The hand fisting your hair through the hood. Your legs kicked wildly again, hands reaching back to grab at the wrist pinning you. âWhere is she?! Stop!â
You begged. You screamed and pleaded. But the heavy weight of the strangers length rested again your lower back. It made you freeze. It feltâŠhuge. You could feel it pulse against your flesh. A sticky feeling was left behind as he lifted it and slapped it against your body over and over again. Long, thin strands of fluid connected the tip to your back.
âYou remain untouchedâŠâ the voice grumbled from above. âI can smell it. I almost feared that brute of a brother wouldâve soiled your fruit by now.â The growl the stranger gave made your heart stop. He knew Caleb? He knew you?
You tried to turn your head just slightly. From the fading sun from a dirty window, you caught a glimpse of inhuman gold eyes. A catch of dark red hair that seemed to slick back into a dark hood. Your voice was shaky as you spoke. âJust let me goâŠI promise I wonât tellâŠâ
The man caught your eye over your shoulder. He grinned, and the sharp canines, still dripping in blood, made your heart stop. âOh Little Red,â he cooed, his free hand guiding the dripping head to your heat. âYou have no one else to tell.â
Youâd read about this in your fantasy romance novels. Ones that Grandma scolded you for reading and Caleb hid from you. But it was supposed to be sweet. You were supposed to be married on your wedding night. There was supposed to be soft kisses and words and promises of little ones.
The first push caught the breath from your lungs. You couldnât let out anything but a squeak. The massive man pushed the hood off of your head to smooth back the strands amid hair that clung to your flesh from sweat. âEasyyyy RedâŠlet. me. in.â
Each word was accompanied by a thrust further in. Your vision blurred, legs shaking as you feared it would never end. Your mind was hazy even as you couldnât help but let out whimpers of terror. His length split you apart. Your walls eased open little by little, yet it was still not enough. The man growled, nuzzling the side of your throat when half of his cock remained outside of those sweet walls he wished to know.
âOnly half? My poor pupâŠthatâs alright,â another hard thrust had another inch slipping inside. Your empty tummy, not filled with grandmaâs pie, felt too full. You stood on your tippy toes over the bed now. To stay flat-footed meant pushing his length even further inside. âI enjoy a chase.â
Youâd expected the intruder to take what he wanted with flesh and blood. You perhaps even prayed he would just take your throat out. But it never came. Instead he was patient. Your innocent blood had dried to the inside of your thigh and sweat did the same. It took far too long for an impatient old wolf like himself, yet to be able to inhale your sweet scent for so long was a blessing.
âAtta girl, RedâŠâ he whispered into your shoulder as he finally nestled into your womb. âAlllll in. You feel so-hey shhhhâŠâ he whispered into your ear. You could smell your musk and the coppery scent of blood on his mouth. His cock nestled deep in your stomach. When he pulled out a single inch, you sobbed in absolute terror. It pulled and pushed, like it was taking your insides with it.
Claws pricked your hips as he began to set a rhythm. It was so, yet deep. His encouraging whispers of words turned feral.
âSâ tight, feels like a fresh kill.â
âSmell sâgood RedâŠah fuckâŠâ
âIâve been waitinâ too long for this. Too fuckinâ-Ngh!âŠlongâŠ.â
The bed frame creaked while his thrust grew harder. You had plenty of opportunities to run. You could have grabbed the ax from the basket mere inches away, swung it at his head and been done with it. But your body pooled with a new heat that had your head spinning. Calloused fingers tangled in the back of your cloak. It pulled taunt, the strong knot Caleb had tied around your throat choked you as he yanked.
The voice chuckled, driving into your slick heat harder. âMy pretty mate. So eager for it.â His voice dipped off into a rough moan. âI never wouldâve let ya leave on that path alone. Didnât your big brother know that type of beast that lurks in the woods?â
At the mention of Caleb, reality cut through the tingling in your loins. You try to buck off the massive beast, but heâŠwhines in apology, nuzzling y our r neck as he hushes you again. âShhhh, mâsorry Pup. Easyyyy, just take it. Youâre close. SâcloseâŠâ his fingers dipped between your shaky thighs to rub your clit.
The contact made you cry out, that white heat blooming in your stomach again. âI-I donât want-â
The hand lifted only to slap your sticky heat. You instantly cried out and clamped around his cock. He growled into your ear, tongue tracing the sweat on the column of your throat. âBehave.â
His fingers were sweet back on your clit again. You felt him thrust harder, your hips knocking the edge of the bed. Your fingers had released his hand, opting to tear into the quilt instead. The fight drained from your body the closer your peak approached.
Even with all of the material you had read, youâd never once attempted to touch yourself. Even when the ache had grown so bad, youâd grinded your heat against one of Calebâs feather-filled pillows, you never reached this point.
âP-please I canât-!â You whined. âIt feels-! It feels-!â
The man simply chuckled. ThenâŠit was like he grewâŠ
The length inside info you seemed to delve deeper. A burning pressure at the base of his cock was growing. You scrambled on the bed, hair disheveled and drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. âY-you beast!â
Your own voice is cut off by the fingers drawing tighter circles on your swollen clit. He huffed a laugh, the soft âplap, plap, plap!â Filling the ruined cottage. âDonât stop on my account Red.â The pressure swelled his knot fully, the width catching on your already overstretched hole. âKeep goinâ, Iâm close.â
Your vision whited-out, body convulsing into pleasure. He took the distraction to pin your hips down, to press his knot justttt that much further and-
You thrashed as it popped inside. The pressure made your poor core gush, mixtures of fluid staining poor Grannyâs quilt. The man above you threw his head back, not to moanâŠbut to howl.
As your tummy filled with regret, with fear, with Lycan semenâŠValko filled with pride.
And Caleb filled with horrid anger as he stood in the bedroom doorway, axe held high over his head.
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