Fan Fiction ❯ The Lycanthrope and the Assassin ❯ Blood, Lust and Memories ( Chapter 4 )

“Never forget who you are, Kami..” The overwhelming stench of burning bodies stung her eyes and throat. “Please don't die mama. Don't leave me alone!” A trickle of blood trailed out of her mother's mouth. “Don't forget Kami….ara…” Mama's eyes had glazed over, staring sightlessly at her eldest daughter, who was still clutching the limp body of her little sister. Little Kanna had only been three summers old; Kamiara had been nine winters old. But her heart had withered. On that day she hid that name deep in her heart, and let the world call her what they would….

 

Kiba watched the girl sink into memory, as if uttering her name had drawn her into a terrible recollection. Sahn, who was still at the girls' side whined deep in her throat, deeply distressed at the dead feeling that enveloped the girl, as if her soul were dying.

 

::Kiba!:: She barked sharply. ::Wake her! Lest she wills herself to death!:: Kiba nearly planted himself into the fire, in his haste to scramble to the girl's side, where he could see that the blood had drained from her face. Placing a gentle hand on her cheek, he felt her trembling violently, and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Lowering his head, so his lips were brushing her ear, he spoke gently.

 

“Wake little one. Your time is not yet come. Awaken to me, and accept life.” Kiba had not realized that he spoke the priestly words of resurrection, those used while healing children who were near death, until he felt her relax against him, and found that her arms had wrapped themselves loosely around his waist. Sahn sighed in relief and informed Kiba that she was now sleeping, and would not wake till her soul had regenerated its tattered bits.

 

Kiba was not quite sure what he should do next. He imagined that her current position could not be terribly comfortable, so he wrapped one arm around her waist, and slid the other under her knees and scooped her up so he could carry her to her bedroll. The girl…no…Kamiara snuggled against his chest, making him sweat. Not even when he was human had he been this close to a female. Of course back then he had been forbidden to….and then he had been bitten by Lyre, and his budding wolf instinct had kept him away from females because he was not an alpha male.

 

But…he rather liked this. He felt oddly protective of this slight girl…who, he realized, could be no more than nineteen or twenty years old. That is, until he saw the glint of a dagger peeking out of it's sheath on her boot. Then he smiled and remembered that she was fully capable of taking care of herself.

 

Gently, he lay her down on her bedroll and pulled the cover over her. But as soon as he stepped away she began whimpering and thrashing about. Sahn told him rather tartly that yes he -would- have to hold her as she slept, and she would consider waking him before the girl awoke, so he could keep his privates intact. Kiba glared at the old bitch and lay down against the girls' back, wrapping one arm around her waist, and letting her use the other as a pillow.

 

 

He bit his lip as the girl unconsciously wriggled against him, her buttocks grinding against his groin. Kiba swore mentally at Sahn who had returned to the rest of the pack, and was watching the fire burn down to embers. ::Bitch! You knew this was going to happen.:: Sahn chuckled mercilessly. ::Don't be silly Kiba. You're a sensible wolf…and what sensible wolf would mate with a human?:: She taunted, throwing his own words back in his face.

 

Kiba grit his teeth, and forced himself to think of the most disgusting things he could. ::Fish heads….slimy fish heads sliding down your throat….cleaning privies….:: Eventually Kiba fell into a restless sleep.

 

A few hours before dawn Kiba awoke to find that his hand had crept up past the girl's waist, and was cupping her breast. He squeezed it, unbelieving of his hand's audacity. The soft mound beneath his hand rose and fell with the girl's breathing, and he could feel the hardened nipple beneath her light tunic.

 

Daring greatly, he let his thumb caress the hard peak, and she moaned gently. Kiba felt his pulse quicken and realized that his member had hardened and was pressed against the cleft of the girl's buttocks. He growled in the back of his throat, frustrated beyond belief. He could smell the dampness between her legs, and resisted the urge to let his hand wander down there as well.

 

A feather touch against his mind warned him to Sahn's presence, and he blocked off all emotion as he opened his mind to her. ::The girl will awaken soon. You may wish to be elsewhere when she does.:: Kiba nodded and gently pulled away from the oblivious girl. Dragging his eyes away from her lithe body, he forced himself to take a haphazard path through the forest and followed the river for some time.

 

Finally Kiba found a small clearing around a bend in the river, and sank to his knees. Unlacing his leather trousers he freed his aching member to the gentle caress of the wind. Gently he wrapped his hand around his erection and began to stroke it, fervently imagining his hand to be the hand of that girl.

 

It quickly turned into a fantasy about the girl fulfilling all his aching desires. Tasting him with her mouth, and guiding him into her. Letting him caress her breasts and responding to all he did to her. Briefly he wondered if she ever pleasured herself, and got wrapped up in the mental image of Kamiara…beautiful Kamiara with her slender fingers buried in her mound. Teasing herself as each finger dived in and out of her wet pussy, flicking and stroking while the other hand teased her nipples. Kiba pumped his shaft harder and faster, entertaining the image of Kamiara with her legs wrapped around him, moaning with pleasure, reaching her climax just as he did…

 

Kiba opened his eyes and looked down at his member as it slowly relaxed, and allowed the blood to escape to the rest of his body. He noticed that his hand and a goodly portion of the ground in front of him were splattered with his semen. He couldn't recall ever having released that much cum while masturbating. It must be that damn girl, rubbing her bottom against him all night.

 

Kiba snarled and stripped his clothes off and jumped into the river. The shock of cold water threatened to freeze him as his over-heated body was rapidly cooled. Ducking his head under the water, he wondered what he would do if the girl came upon him while he was bathing. The wolf in him demanded that he take the girl as his mate, forcefully if need be. The part of him that was still human quailed at the thought of trying to force that girl to do anything she didn't want to. Deep down, hidden behind the man that Kiba used to be was the Houshii, who dubiously warned against spreading his lycanthropic seed.

 

Finally as his extremities were numbing, Kiba declared himself clean and pulled himself out of the river. Quickly he dried himself off with his linen shirt and laced himself back into his trousers. Shirtless he meandered back to the camp, wondering what the girl had thought of her arousal upon awakening.

 

His arrival back at camp brought little notice. The girl and Sahn were sitting nose to nose, with their eyes closed. The girl's face was scrunched up as if she was concentrating, and Sahn exuded her teacher authority. Oni made his way over to Kiba, nudging his thigh with a wet nose. ::Sahn is teaching the girl to speak with her mind. She is very inept.:: Kiba nodded, not too surprised.

 

Oni laid his ears back along his head and whined. ::Sheshouted inside my head.:: He said, sounding rather offended. ::She cannot control the volume of her mind, and hers is a voice one can not block out easily.:: Kiba reached down and scratched behind Oni's ears, dreading the headache he knew she would give him if she ever tried to talk in his mind. ::The woman is troublesome, I agree. But she is too dangerous to give back to the priesthood. Once she can speak silently all our lives will be easier::

 

Oni chuckled and nipped at the sopping shirt Kiba was carrying. ::She is frustrating you. I can tell. You usually bathe as a wolf.:: Kiba bared a fang at Oni and found a branch to hang his wet shirt from. ::Just because I didn't want to smell like you.:: He replied tartly. Still chuckling Oni returned to the rest of the pack and flopped down beside his mate.

 

Kamiara sighed as Sahn finally released her from her new studies. She had been quite surprised this morning when she woke and the old wolf was waiting for her. She had been even more surprised when the wolf started talking in her head. The lessons were hard, incredibly so.

 

Kamiara had always believed she had complete control over her body, but she was disabused of that notion twice this morning. The first time was when she woke in a state of complete arousal. The second time was when she realized that she could not control the `volume' of her own voice. It was a morning of frustrating revelations.

 

Opening her eyes she looked around the camp and realized it had only been two hours since she began her lessons with Sahn. As she glanced around, she noticed Kiba, who had his back to her, and seemed to be hanging a shirt from a branch to dry. Shirtless Kiba. Kamiara felt her mouth go dry, and the wetness surged between her legs again. He turned his head slightly to nod at the passing Sahn, and Kamiara bit her lip when his damp silvery hair glinted in the sunlight. She wanted to run her fingers through that hair…

 

Kamiara dug her nails into her palms, and stalked away from the campsite. Following the river, she shortly came upon the clearing where, unbeknownst to Kamiara, Kiba had bathed earlier. Kamiara plopped down on the grass and berated herself for lusting after Kiba. She could not help it though! Her dreams had been so erotic….damn the man! She knew nothing about him! How could she lust after him, like….like a bitch in heat!?

 

Sighing, Kamiara gave up the internal battle. He was beautiful, but untouchable. End of story. That did not mean she had to remain unrelieved though…grinning slightly to herself Kamiara stripped off her thin tunic and unlaced her soft woven breeches. Even before they had slid all the way down her thighs, one hand had begun to stroke her wetness, flicking her fingertips across her clit. Moaning softly to herself, Kamiara stretched out on the ground and continued stroking her nether regions. She began to tease her nipples with the other hand, dipping her fingers in the river, then trailing them across her taut breasts. Fingering herself, Kamiara reminisced that incredibly erotic dream she'd had the other night…

 

Kiba had finished hanging his shirt, and looked over his shoulder to see what the girl was doing. He nearly missed her swift exit from the campsite. Concerned, he willed himself into wolf-shape, and silently trailed her.

 

He quickly caught her scent and followed her, making no more noise than the wind. When she finally stopped, Kiba realized where they were and flushed inwardly. He watched as the girl flopped down on the grass by the river and heaved a pathetic sigh. She looked so frustrated, and slightly despondent. Kiba decided that he would confront the girl and let her know that he would help her with her mind-voice. Arching his back, Kiba willed himself into his man-shape, and was about to step out into the clearing when something stopped him dead in his tracks.

 

The girl was stripping. He could not help but watch as her sleek torso was exposed to the sunlight. He was so caught up in watching the slight jiggling of her breasts that he barely noticed she was removing her breeches. It was not until she stuck one of her hands down between her thighs did he realize that she was not here to sulk.

 

Kibas' breath caught in his throat as the girl began to masturbate. It was just like his daydream earlier. He wondered if he should leave her to her privacy, but her soft breathy moans drove him to distraction. The angle he was at allowed him to see her fingers deftly sliding in and out of her slit. The scent of her arousal wafted to him on the wind. His golden eyes narrowed, and a feral instinct came over him. This female was in heat, and other rivals would come if he did not claim her.

 

As if fate had conspired against him, right at that moment Sahn pressed through his mental state with her urgency. ::Kiba! Wake! The hunters for the girl have arrived. The pack has driven off their horses, but you must protect the girl. They come to take her back to the priests!:: The wolf raged inside of Kiba. These men came to steal his mate! They must die! Snarling, Kiba turned away from the oblivious woman, and sprinted towards their camp.

 

Kiba began to catch the scent of the men as the trees whizzed past him. He spotted the first one just before he broke cover. Gathering himself, he jumped, and landed on the shoulders of the first man.

 

Before the man could do more than shout in surprise, Kiba had wrenched the man's head around with such force that it broke his neck. Before the body could crumple to the ground, Kiba had launched himself from the dead man's shoulders, and was soaring through the air.

 

Just as Kiba had reached the peak of his jump, he transformed midair, and arrowed towards the second man he caught sight of. This one had only just enough time to draw his Katana uselessly as Kibas' powerful jaws latched onto his throat, and tore it out, dragging it to the ground with him.

 

The spray of blood splattered the silver wolf, and drove his bloodlust. There were still four more rivals for his mate! The four remaining men had drawn their katanas and were crouched in fighting stance. Kiba growled menacingly at them, and one took a step back, sealing his doom.

 

Kiba darted in, and hamstrung the uncertain man, whirling just out of range of his comrade's katanas. The man howled and swore at Kiba as blood spurted from a severed artery. The remaining three ignored the dying man as they advanced on Kiba, intent on catching him in a pincer movement.

 

Kamiara was deep into her fantasy, so she did not notice the rustling of leaves as Kiba left. She only had thoughts for the golden eyed, silver haired man who had invaded her dreams last night. He had come up behind her as she wandered in the forest, and wrapped his arms around her. Knowing it was him, she leaned her head back against his chest, and stroked his strong forearms with her fingertips.

 

He bent his head down to nibble at her exposed neck, and she gasped as his fangs gently scraped across her skin. One of his hands slowly slid up until it gently cupped her breast, and she inhaled deeply, pressing it firmly against his palm. She could feel him smile against her neck, as he rubbed his thumb over her peaked nipple. She groaned lustily, and he responded by letting his other hand trail down over her stomach, and down under the waistband of her pants, rubbing his fingers against her crotch.

 

Kamiara moaned softly, and clutched at the hand against her breast, grinding the palm against her nipple. He chuckled, and began to unlace her trousers, Kamiara assisted him, by untying the bindings at the throat and wrists of her tunic. Firmly, he pushed her trousers down, taking the opportunity to fondle her buttocks and thighs. Hastily she tore her shirt off, and turned towards him, ready to strip him. But in this dream, he was already nude.

 

Gently, he lay her down on the ground and began trailing kisses down her throat and across her breasts, taking time to pay special attention to each nipple. She arched her back, and he chuckled again, telling her what a shameless, lustful wench she was. Hungrily she grasped for his manhood, and found the smooth hard shaft straining towards her soaking pussy.

 

Just as she was about to guide her dream-lover into her, a man's terrified scream broke through her reverie. Startled, Kamiara opened her eyes, and withdrew her fingers from her wetness. Listening carefully she heard another scream, and the shouted orders of another man.

 

Swearing vehemently, she tugged her clothes back on and checked for her weapons. Her katana and tanto she had left back at camp, but she still had the two stilettos in her hair, and two boot-knives. Swearing again, she dried her fingers off on her pants, and started in a run back towards the camp.

 

Kiba had eliminated another of his opponents by sheer chance. The foolish man had tripped over a rock, and Kiba took the opportunity to crush his spine in his jaws. The remaining two were much too wary to try to close with the blood-crazed wolf.

 

::Try to steal my mate will you!? She is my mate! She is not for your master!:: Kiba snarled mentally. Eyeing the second man's unguarded shins, he dashed in, and snapped the leg bone, catching his teeth in the flesh. The first man swung at him with his katana, but Kiba had writhed out of the way, quick as a ferret.

 

However, where the first man had missed, the second man had drawn his wakazashi, and managed to slice at Kibas' face, the blade slicing down vertically over the brow bone and onto the cheek. Kiba yelped, and backpedaled, partially blinded by the blood running down his face.

 

Kamiara reached the clearing just as a downed man scored a hit on the silver wolf. Kneeling in the bushes, she snagged one of her boot knives, and aimed for the exposed ear of the first man. Flicking her wrist, the thin knife flew truly from her fingers, and buried itself in the first man's brains.

 

.As Kamiara's gaze moved back to the downed man and the wolf, she saw him dive in with incredible speed, and crunch the man's neck between his jaws. The man's body flopped lifelessly to the ground, and then the only noise to be heard was the low growling of Kiba, and Kamiara's short quick breaths.

 

Her nerves shaken, Kamiara stood slowly so she could take inventory of the dead bodies that littered the clearing. Before she had taken more than a few steps, she was thrust backwards by a powerful force that knocked the wind out of her lungs. When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes and froze.

 

The silver wolf was standing over her, with her throat gently being held by his teeth. She tensed, waiting for death from this unknown wolf. He growled and closed his teeth a little tighter on her neck.

 

Instinctively, she made her body go limp, and the grip loosened on her throat. A drop of blood fell from the silver wolf's injured face and splattered against her cheek. One golden eye stared back at her, with a strange glint in its depths.

 

Sahn stepped out of the forest into the clearing with the rest of the pack at her back. All were panting heavily, but they all stopped when encountered with the scene in front of them. Kiba raised his head and snarled at the intruding pack. They were in his territory! Sahn stepped forward and curled a lip at Kiba. ::Don't be a fool, young pup. She can not be your mate unless you are human.:: Kiba growled deep in his throat. ::She is mine! See how she submitted to me! I killed all the rivals! She is my mate!::

 

Sahn took another step forward, her hackles raised. ::Fool! She submits out of fear! You have violated courtship laws! She is not your mate.:: Kiba snapped at the air in Sahn's direction. ::No! She is my mate! She was in heat, and I killed the rivals!:: Oni barked to gain Kibas' attention.

 

::Do you smell the heat smell on her anymore pup? No? That is because it is drowned out by fear smell!:: Sahn nodded and added more gently. ::She will be your mate someday Kiba, but for now, she is a frightened human girl. And you are still a man on the inside. Remember? Remember this?:: Sahn sent him the mental image of himself, Kiba, as a man. Carrying a sleeping Kamiara to her bed. ::Now LOOK AT HER!!:: Sahn shouted at Kiba. Startled he glanced down at the woman, who was white and trembling. A spot of crimson on her shoulder informed him that he had broken open her arrow-wound.

 

Shock coursed through Kiba, and he began to back off, whimpering. ::Sahn…the wolf….he was raging in me….I couldn't stop him! I couldn't protect her from myself!:: Kiba let out a despairing howl, and dashed off into the forest. Sahn sighed and looked over her shoulder at Oni. ::Order the pack to leave him be for now. He will return…as a man.:: Oni nodded to her wisdom, and set the pack to dragging away the corpses.

 

Sahn trotted up to Kamiara who was gingerly levering herself up off the ground. ::Girl! Are you injured?:: Kamiara shook her head, and tried her best to speak quietly to Sahn. ::No, ONLY my shoulder wound HAS reopened what just happened? Please DON'T worry about me.:: Sahn pinned her ears back to her skull in an attempt to block out the erratic volume of the girl's mind voice. Kamiara hung her head. “I'm sorry.”

 

Sahn nudged the girl's cheek with her nose. ::Do not apologize. Merely gather up your things, and Kibas' things, and we shall move to a new ground that does not stink of blood.:: Kamiara sat bolt upright. ::KIBA! Oh I hope he is all right. WHERE is KIBA? Why do I care about him so much?:: Sahn whimpered, and scratched at an ear with her hind foot. ::Kiba is out battling some unanticipated demons. He will return in a few days most likely.:: Kamiara nodded, and moved to break camp.