Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan...
The scent of blood had driven the aggressive beast wild as it chased through the wilderness in search of prey that had been wounded in the wake of a run-in with the razor-sharp claws that dug into the shallow earth beneath its feet as it moved swiftly and at ease amid the trees beneath the bright white glow of moonlight. The beast was well aware of the territories it roamed having claimed them some time ago and happily hunted until it had its fill and the sun arose. The wayward breeze had even provided a bit of a challenge as the snarling brute leaped across fallen logs and slick rocks to reach the location of the blood trail's end. He had not a care in the world as the excitement of being in mid-chase had gotten the better of him and he found himself throwing caution to the wind and pouncing on the wounded, but still very well-armed deer that had taken a direct swipe from his massive claws.
The black fiend growled as it clamped tight and powerful jaws along the throat of the whining deer as they both collapsed with the loss of the deer's ability to stay upright and the added weight of the starved werewolf who had no intention of letting go of the fast fading beast. One last gasp on the part of the deer as it kicked its legs up into the air filled the ears of the snarling monster before it tore out the throat and lapped up the gushing blood as if it had been water from a wellspring.
The fiend bit into the carcass of the deer and greedily chomped on its insides as if it had not a care in the world as it stood amid the vast number of trees and the late night chill wild and free while filling its belly.
There was a bit of noise in the background, the sound of someone calling for someone but it ignored it as it continued to gorge before catching a slightly familiar scent that got its undivided attention.
A low growl rumbled from the black-furred beast as its dark eyes narrowed and it flashed its fangs in a warning for any who had dared approach.
Another growl from another enormous brown-furred creature caught its attention before a swipe of razor-sharp claws sent it flying into a nearby row of trees and the deer carcass was swept up and carried off leaving behind the blood pool and bits of bone.
A small whimper came from the injured party as it attempted to no avail to weather the oncoming blow from the larger brute and failed to protect its freshly made kill from a larger more experienced hunter.
The smaller black fiend had not moved since being thrown into the nearby tree and landing on its back with its dark eyes closed. The larger brown beast didn't seem in the least concerned about the mess it left behind as it further disappeared into the darkness of the forest just as the moon began to become replaced by the sun in the sky and night gave way to the increasing light of day.
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Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan...
On the cusp of daybreak, Alarick Michael Channon found himself awakening in a good deal of pain to find he'd been naked and covered in dirt and blood. The morning chill was biting into his weary flesh as he slowly attempted to make his way onto his feet. The events of the previous night had been a haze for him until he recalled having been at The Peterson residence and that he was most certainly with Casey all night. A look of horror spread across his handsome face and the naked teen willed himself to make the long trek in the cold back toward Casey's house.
The last thing he recalled was being in the front room and eating whatever his mother had stocked up in the fridge for a few hours before he ended up awakening to the pale moonlight in mid-shift prior to trying his best to get as far away from the house as possible before everything went dark.
He worried that he might have hurt Casey, as his less-than-savory half seemed to be fixated upon the strange new arrival and his hormones had driven him to do what was necessary to claim him no matter the opposition.
The brooding teen groaned as he managed to stand upright despite the limp that occurred when he attempted to walk amid the broken leaves and debris beneath him. Flashes of him and Casey kissing and fumbling about on a hardwood floor, the kitchen, and the bed amid soft sheets flooded his mind as he continued to try and make sense of what happened the previous night.
"Shit," he said unsure of what to think. "Shit, what the fuck did I do?"
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The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan...
Casey had been at a loss as to what to think when he couldn't find even a trace of what happened to Rick Channon. It was as if the teen brute had just up and disappeared but he wasn't sure how that happened with Rick's clothes being on the floor of his bedroom. He had searched all over the house front and back but found nothing even as the first lights of dawn came up over the horizon. The confused younger lad was careful not to awaken his mother who had been sleeping in the master bedroom across the hall, but he had not been sure of his efforts before venturing back to his bedroom where he was suddenly tackled and pinned to the bed by Rick himself.
"What the fuck?" asked Casey annoyed as Rick's larger naked body held him down amid the messy bed sheets.
"Fuck is right." chuckled Rick in a darkened tone before pressing his cold lips into Casey's.
Casey gasped at the intensity and the coldness as Rick held him down with his larger and stronger body above him. It didn't escape Casey's notice that Rick was drenched possibly due to sweat or water as he set to work getting the younger lad out of his basketball shorts and maneuvered him onto the bed.
"W-Where were you?" asked Casey gasping as Rick pinched his exposed pale ass before parting his legs and impaling him via his impressive and newly aroused cock.
"Playing hide and seek," replied Rick in a near-on growl as he thrust his hips forward into Casey's pale ass and pinned him face down onto the bed.
"Shhh, she's sleeping," whispered Casey recalling despite being newly impaled that his mother was home and indeed sleeping in her bedroom.
"Guess you'd better get me off before she wakes up then," growled Rick in his ear before lowering his mouth and biting Casey's neck.
The younger lad let out a low moan as Rick began to thrust into him causing him to squirm beneath him. Casey pushed back against the larger boy's length moaning all the while as they slowly got into a rhythm.
"B-Bastard..." moaned Casey unable to ignore the sensation brought on by Rick's constant thrusting.
The larger teen gripped his slim waist and began to take full control of pounding the new arrival into the mattress.
Once again, Casey was helpless against the sensation from the bundle of nerves that Rick's enormous cock had drilled against causing him to moan again and again before covering his mouth via the closest pillow so as not to alert his mother to what was happening in his bedroom.
The younger teen had been at a loss for words as Rick seemed to pound any sense of verbal communication and rational thought out of him with each long hard thrust amid the bedsheets. Casey gasped reflecting on how his insides were being stretched and battered and the fact that he was enjoying it.
His own cock had bounced in reaction to his body jolting in the wake of Rick's movements and he could feel the pulsing inside and out as his own release splattered his chest and belly coating the bed and sheets as well.
Rick smirked against the flesh of Casey's neck as he took notice of how easily he made the younger lad spill with no hands and a few thrusts.
Casey moaned again leaning back into Rick's heated kiss as their collective bodies began to sweat and their mutually unkempt hair began to stick to their foreheads. Both of them had been so engrossed in their act that neither of them took note of the fact that Mrs. Peterson had been up and about moving along the house and getting ready for work.
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Downstairs, The Peterson Residence, 1345 North Grand Street, Fallon Creek, Michigan...
The lovely older woman was quite busy making a yogurt parfait for breakfast and monitoring the time for both herself and her young son. She had hoped he had settled into his new life in Fallon Creek a lot better than he had the city and it seemed he'd been making some friends despite his initial reluctance to venture to this place.