Warning: sexual content, rape
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Contrary to Laris' belief, the kidnapping Wendigo wasn't really full of confidence. Rather, it was the opposite.
"Stop it, what are you doing?!"
Laris tried hard to free himself, pushing away the person that pressed him down on the nesting bed. Yet the other person stayed on top of him, looming over him like an immovable mountain.
The Wendigo stared at Laris' lips the whole time he talked, fascinated. The Wendigo didn't even budge after all the struggling that his mate had done. He moved only when he lowered his head and bit Laris' lips, as if he didn't even know how to kiss, just bite.
"Mmf!" Laris' muffled voice was heard. His lips were nipped, bit, and licked for a long while until it had become swollen with a glistening red hue. The Wendigo stared at his lips, bewitched that his mate's lips had become more tempting. He wanted something bad, however, he didn't know how to obtain it.
Desperation, the Wendigo knew. There days when he had almost starved to death when the food was scarce in the woods. But a different kind of desperation took hold of him right now; as well as fear...hurt. And a few it couldn't express. These were all foreign emotions he couldn't quite comprehend.
But surely, even he knew, that if he eased his hold on this person, he'll escape. The female counterparts of the beasts he saw in his hunts always ran away, aggressively struggled, or laid down to avoid the male's intentions.
Isn't it because they didn't like the male? Does that mean his mate does not like him?
The Wendigo felt a dull ache in his chest that made him more eager to corner the other person. He ripped the winter clothes on his body—they were in the way! He felt the need to mark his mate so other males will not dare to flirt! So his mate would have no choice but to stay with him…to stay beside him…
Does he really not like him?
The aching in his chest worsened at the vague thought. But why? Is he ill?
"Don't!" Laris wanted to stop him from tearing his clothes. Even if he had no choice but to go along with his mate, it was totally different to have no winter clothes. His wolf form may enough to live in winter, but his human form still needed the clothes. He couldn't even trust his wolf, that has been drowning in ecstasy at being pinned down since earlier!
Laris shivered. He struggled to hold his pants, but his mate grasped the fabric and pulled. Laris had no choice but to let go if he didn't want his pants to be ripped to shreds as well! Just looking at this Wendigo in his birthday suite told him that there wouldn't be any spare clothes here! Just nature and naked glory!
A low dissatisfied growl escaped from the Wendigo's throat. Laris froze, afraid to agitate the other party. Taking advantage of this, the Wendigo crept unto Laris' body and pressed himself on Laris, the heat of their skin and breaths mingling. Whenever the Wendigo moved, the friction between their bodies made it hard to breathe for the both of them, as the heat pooled somewhere below the lower abdomen.
Chasing after this feeling of pleasure, the Wendigo rubbed his body over Laris, like a cat spreading its scent on its most beloved person.
Having that region rubbed, Laris almost couldn't breathe. He wanted to cover himself, but that meant having to touch the other while shielding himself. When he did decide to move his hands, he couldn't even reach half-way when the Wendigo grabbed his paws and bit his wrists. Like caught prey, Laris lost hope in avoiding what seemed to be inevitable. Or maybe his wolf had surrendered that hope with its own paws and greedily anticipated what's next to come.
The Wendigo placed Laris' hands around his shoulders, almost as if offering himself. He bit Laris' jaw, his hands exploring roughly his mate's body like new territory he wanted to mark. He sniffed and licked every place so much that Laris' face burned red yet he kept quiet. He wouldn't be understood anyways. Even if he was understood, it didn't mean that his wishes would be followed. Laris gasped at the itchy and ticklish places that were licked.
He squirmed until a hard thing poked his in his abdomen, making him shiver. Inexperienced hands wandered upon his legs and in between as the mouth that licked his chest went lower.
"Ah!" Laris gasped. A thumb had poked inside. Then another finger. It was almost as if the fingers were probing and searching, testing the depths that they had access to.
Found it. The Wendigo thought it finally found the place to conquer. He sniffed and licked as if it was a ritual to memorize his mate's scent. And very soon, he couldn't hold back from burrowing.
Laris grunted loudly upon the intrusion, his claws unconsciously scratching the Wendigo's back like a drowning man clinging to drifting wood in the sea.
"S-Sudden-denly—nngh, stop", he whimpered. "Why...", he whispered as he glanced at his own member that stood despite the pain.
This has to be lie. He just couldn't believe himself. Was he such a person that got aroused by physical pain? Was it because it was his first coitus? Or was it simply because the other person was his mate?
The Wendigo leaned back and grabbed Laris' waist nearer, raising it higher to accommodate more of his length. He wanted to go deeper. It felt so nice inside of his mate. His mate also smelled so nice; tasted so nice. He couldn't stop sniffing and roaming his lips all over him.
Suddenly being pulled, Laris instinctively clutched at his sides and over his head to steady himself. Unfortunately, he was misunderstood by the Wendigo.
Dared to resist? Dared to try to leave again? Dared to deny him? Him—your mate?
If the Wendigo could only word out his emotions, he might've been vaguely understood by Laris at this time, and yet he lacked this skill. So to prevent Laris from moving away, the Wendigo gripped Laris' waist and his ankle, and pushed himself deeper in every thrust.
Laris screamed at the pain of his foot being squeezed. He felt he'd faint soon and yet he couldn't, because he wasn't as weak as the other races.
Sometimes, it was also a misfortune to be strong. He couldn't show weakness when he was with his comrades. He couldn't waver. There was so much he had to protect and keep up. There was so much he wanted to change. Even if he was strong, it didn't mean he could keep being strong every day for every minute and every second—
'I'm also human.'
"Ngh—"
Pa, pa, pa…
Again and again, the rhythmic pounding echoed within the cave. Disheveled and out of his senses, Laris could only pull the Wendigo by his neck and bite his face.
Eventually, he let go when he tilted his head upwards, back arching. A squeezing sensation overtook the Wendigo that he had to hug Laris and bite his shoulder while momentarily shuddering. Laris couldn't hold out in the end and had lost consciousness.
By the time the Wendigo was finished and the heat in his body had been quelled, he finally took heed of the outcome of what he'd done.