In his shack, the hybrid panther as they called him, managed a smiled on his sad face that knew no smile anymore.
They are planning to killed him. The two gun men want him gone. He would have killed them had he not find them very valuable to his plans.
Shilla watched from the open door way as the candlelight reflected on the smiling face of the Alpha, he rarely does that.
That only made the smile all the more sad, he is in his own reality. nothing can draw bthe man out of his diabolic melancholy.
She glide to the side of the bed, to feed him, to give to him her milk and blood, her very essence.
She does it whole heartedly, for she has chosen him, although her sisters thought he had choosen her.
The man chooses no one, he only have prefrences, and his preference are found in valor. Any sign of weekness from you, and he will push you to the side. Shilla cant afford to be a discarded thing.
But that's not the reason why she feeds him. The man is like a new born baby, lost in the power of something he didn't understand.
She will care for. this man like a mother caring for her new born, and no about of pain is worth the gain.
He sensed her presence as she approached him. He wondered how much she could endure. He had pushed her beyond the limits, yet here she still was…
He did sensed her candor early on the day of his rebirth in those caves… he did relished in the taste of her unique essence.
Her pride and bravery had fascinates him even more. she is worthy prey, he wants to break her resolve just to prove that he can do that.
He sat up and place his feet on the cold floor, stretching out his hands to her as she eased out of her gown.
Her lash boby and curves tantalizes his eyes as usual, and filled him with lust, but he never takes her.
Her arousal for him every time he feeds, in itself, is an appetizer. She cradles his head to her breast as she sat on his laps.
Her erectile discharge made the contact of her butt to his thighs slick.
He did something Shilla didn't never so coming. He picked and craddle her, turning to spread her on the bed.
A million invisible bees flew from her stomach and went down south to Nestle on her honey pot. She gulps down the little saliver she had in her mouth.
He saw the tension whirling up within her. Her breath coming in shot gasps. She is hell of a specimen. Her smooth skin tender to touch.
He has never taken her this way before, feed from her this way, he corrected himself as he took one nipple.
Shilla closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, waiting for the pain to follow. It never came, the pain didn't come. What is happening? Everything seem different tonight….
He was labbing on her injured nipples instead, licking away the pain.
A thrilling wave of pleasure crept down to the gate of her womanhood. She moan and open her eyes to look at him.
Her heart summersaults, he never looked at her, up this close, not when he is feeding.
But he is not feeding, is he? This was new to her…. When she first offered to serve and feed the hybrid, it was more of a qui pro quo. With his blood, she hadn't turned to a panther for life.
She did been grateful. The least she her sisters could do was to feed the man, for he had saved them all from a permanent curse.
Shilla had seen her mother turned when she was only ten, and so was many of the parents of her sisters.
The men impregnate them when they are maidens, and walk away not to witness the pain of seeing them turn.
Shilla had watched a man called her father walked away, with her brothers never to return.
But this man had changed all that in their time, and here she was on his bed for the first in nearly a year.
He never put her on his bed, and their eyes never met his eye when he is feeding or after he fed. Today was different.
There seem to be a glint in those hooded mercury eyes… that was new to her. She couldn't make out any meaning of anything.
He took the other nipple and started performing the same magic on it. All the puncture wounds around her nipples prickled with new blissful sensations.
This caused her body to spasm and twitch, bursting with prurient feminine energy.
Her nipples where leaking at their own accord, and he started to feed, licking away the milk before it trickled down.
Shilla squeezed her legs together as the hunger at the juncture of her inner thighs build up, her inner muscles twisting.
Oh, what is he doing? Shilla wondered.
Her response to this new torture he planned for her place her high on a nebulous cloud.
Embibing her energy and smelling the randy warm soggy need of her sex nearly made him bury his thickness into her sheath.
He wouldn't, something held him back. giving her pleasure whilst feeding her however is a Pilgrim he wanted to embarked on every night.
Is that amusement in his eyes? Shilla mused, he liked the way her body react to this new game he had in store for her.
She felt so wet, she feared the sheets will be drenched with her fluids. The effect filled her heart with mortification.
As he satiate his hunger, hers only grew to a point she couldn't hold on her sanity. No, not in that moment on the bed.
She found herself falling into an abyss. the explosion erupted in her brain causing her to sigh a long sigh of satisfaction.
She didn't know what it was but it felt like heaven.
The alien magnetic field had been growing within her the first time the man fed her. It did evolved to some kind of compulsive power that kept her snared to the man. A yearning, unsatisfied need, that ignites within the sting, whenever he feeds.
Shilla probed her flower gentle, almost involuntary. The sensation rocking her body at the touch filled her with shame and she avert her eyes from him when she noticed him looking.
He has stopped feeding. He sat up, with his back turned to her.
She took it as a dismissal. Crying in shame, she picked up her soft oval garb from the floor, and head for the door as she put it on.
She never cried.
Why is she crying to day? the Alpha mused. An alien emotion squeezed at his heart. What has the baby did to him? His was feeling the pain the baby inscribes within him.
What is the meaning of all this?
"You can let one of your sisters feed me in your stead, if the task worry you so. I free you from this bondage."
What is he talking about. She heard his words and froze at the door, cought in the clutches of indecision.
Is he exiling her from her role. Or he is alainating her, casting her out from a routine they have become accustomed to.
She knows he appalls emotions so much.
"I am going nowhere my lord, forgive my weakness. I will be strong for you. This is new to me, but I shall overcome."
"Then don't leave."
Shilla couldn't believe what she heard. What does he mean?
"I don't understand my lord?"
"Goodnight Shilla. Don't forget to lock the door, before going to bed," he said and spread on the bed with his eyes closed.
Shilla stood confused. There is only one lock, and it was inside and not outside. She can't lock the door from outside.
No, he didn't mean…. Oh, what twosted webs the lord weaved tonight? He had ransacked all their routines in just one night.
She bolts the door, and came to sit by the edge of the bed. She was tired, and drowsy but she couldn't go to bed. She yawned and robbed her eyes.
The hybrid wondered what was going through the mind of the damsel. Confusion. Her thoughts were in shambles, good for her.