You lock the last heavy metal chain around Caleb's torso and step back. Caleb sits on the floor. His wrists, ankles, neck, and torso are secured against the restraint system he built himself. It's the evening before the full moon.
You look at him concerned.
"It's okay, Pips," he says softly. "Trust me, it's better this way."
You glance at his half-naked body. He’s wearing nothing but ripped knee-length jean shorts.
“Won’t you be cold though?”
“I usually overheat because of the fur, so... no. At least I can fit in these pants after the transformation, so I won’t be fully naked,” Caleb looks away, as if disgusted with himself.
After months of secrecy, you followed Caleb to an abandoned hospital in the woods and discovered why he kept disappearing for days at a time. Someone connected to EVER injected Caleb with an experimental gene product, and ever since, he's been transforming into a werewolf every full moon.
“I still can’t imagine it, Caleb.”
“And it’s better if you don’t,” he says quietly. “Please… I want you to remember me as your Caleb, not the merciless beast I turn into.”
“But I—"
“You should go now,” he says as the sun is turning red on the horizon.
“Can’t I stay and watch over you? You’ll be so lonely”
“Absolutely not!” he snaps, “Go home...,” he adds softly, “please!”
Halfway through your walk back through the woods, the sun has fully set and the moon hangs high above the trees. The longer you think about Caleb being alone, the more your worry grows… so you turn around.
You make your way back to the room where Caleb was chained, and carefully step inside.
“Caleb?”
The chains lie shattered across the floor. The entire restraint mechanism hangs open and broken. You’re about to search the room for clues, but suddenly something slams into you from the side. A burning pain explodes through your ribs as you're thrown against the wall.
As you struggle to sit up, your body being now severely wounded, a low whimpering echoes from the shadows in the corner of the room that sounds like a frightened dog.
“Caleb... is that you?”
Two glowing purple eyes stare back at you.
He continues to whine and you feel the urge to comfort him. You take a cautious step forward.
“Caleb, it’s me. Don’t be afraid. I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt me. I’m okay. I was just so worried about you...”
As moonlight spills through the broken windows, you finally see him.
His face is still recognizably Caleb’s, but his frame is almost twice the size. He has thick sideburns, slightly fuller eyebrows, longer and messier hair, like an untamed mullet. A faint layer of dark hair covers his arms, legs, and chest, along with a very prominent happy trail that he usually shaves. He also has… a fluffy tail?
You crouch down.
“Don’t worry. It’s me. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to prote—” You can’t finish the sentence.
In an instant, you’re thrown onto your back with terrifying force, pain shoots through your body as you hit the ground.
“I TOLD YOU TO GO HOME!” Caleb growls loudly.
His massive body moves on top of yours now.
“I smelled you,” he says, his voice much deeper than usual, “kilometers away. Your scent lingered in this room.”
He aggressively sniffs at your neck, your hair, your clothes, as if trying to memorize every trace of your scent.
His gaze turns predatory, even his teeth seem sharper. His claws catch your dress and tear through the fabric with a single jerk, leaving your chest and body exposed.
With overwhelming strength, he spins you around, forcing you onto all fours.
He doesn’t hesitate which means he also doesn’t prepare you like he usually would. He slams his now enormous large cock inside you with full strength, almost tearing you apart. His thrusts are so forceful and so deep, he’s severely bruising your cervix, ramming himself into you roughly.
Caleb’s only acting with his animalistic instincts and those instincts tell him one thing and one thing only: To breed you.
“I'm going to keep you full and bred, full of my offsprings! Would you like that? To be filled?” he growls as he fucks you relentlessly from behind.
You endure the pain and fear as best you can and despite it, you moan out an eager “Ngh—p—please, yes—I’ll carry your pups,” while you come over and over again, your privates all swollen and pulsating.
But don't call for him to stop, because beneath it all, it's still Caleb — your Caleb.
He merciless fucks you around the clock the entire night and following days, filling you over and over again, not letting you catch a break, since he can go for hours at a time now.
He keeps your body in his embrace, rubs his scent on you, licks your wounds clean, growls at anything that isn’t you, he treats you like a possession.
The next days, he occasionally brings you water by carrying it in his mouth and then spitting it into yours, so you can drink. For food, he kills a deer and brings you the fresh meat, but you refuse and decide to fast.
You catch a glimpse of worry in his eyes when he sees you refuse to eat — moments when you can still see your Caleb in them, even though he chains you up whenever he’s out for the hunt.
You said you wanted to comfort him, that you didn’t want him to be alone during the full moon, so you stay (not like you have a chance). For the next three days and two nights, you bear the full moon’s curse until your Caleb will return to you.
Little do you know that by covering you in his werewolf scent and marking you as his own, he has made you impossible to lose. Every trace of his scent left on your skin only strengthens his claim. No matter where you go or how far you run, he will always find you, and he won’t stop until he does. And when the next full moon rises, he will come for you again — whether you're ready or not.
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