No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 69: The Victim

The victim

The car abandoned crosswise in the middle of the road carelessly, the driver’s side door wide open seems to witness a great misfortune as the image it reflects is depressive and alert, an electric convertible passed at full speed, taking a slight detour to avoid bumping into the Porch like a vulgar sack of straw.

The driver slowed down and backed up to take a look at the car and then at its surroundings, piqued with curiosity the curious driver wonders what the little jewel must be doing in the middle of the road with its door wide open. If it was in a horror movie this one would already know that the car is the only key witness to a heinous act in these places almost deserted.

The driver’s mission this afternoon was to go prowling around like a tramp and at the right time ring at the Morgensterns’ doorbell and impose herself on their dinner tonight. If the twins don’t find it necessary and normal to invite them over to their place at times as friends or otherwise, then she will make sure that she invites herself.

She was fed up with the gossip and all the talking circulating at school and on the students’ platform about her relationship with the twins, saying that she serves as an accessory for them, a hole to dig when they are bored, nothing more.

It’s time for her to put an end to all of this masquerade and hard-to-get act. She knows their education and their father refused that they behave like wild hooligans, and vagabonds since Lucian is a wise gentleman himself. Never once was his name quoted in scandal or stuff like that, so they will have no choice but to let her into their home. The goal is to force herself on them.

Anyway, as the hound had said, the curiosity of humans is a virus that will eat their lives slowly like flesh-eating worms. She got out of the convertible in her turn curious to know why the car of the little beggar, the starving scum who prostitute himself for valuables they received at their high school is abandoned so carelessly in the middle of the street.

Normally the guy is very tidy, and neat as fuck even if he doesn’t own their fortune but he is highly noble in everything, he never leaves anything lying around on his desk in class and even less in his locker room, all his clothes are well arranged and hung up which doesn’t the case for everyone.

She walked around the car and bent down to check the interior to make sure it was the person she knew. The sweet, sophisticated smell that hit her nostril told her it was what she thought, and looked around before rushing inside like a thief, with a creepy smile on her lips.

"It’s crazy to leave your car here, unattended with the door wide open, let’s see how you plan to get home, after whatever you are doing around." She smiled wider when she finished cooing the words with a rather satisfying air. "He should come back from the Morgensterns, this disgusting and stinky rat, he does everything to always be in their paw when they categorically refuse to invite me to their place."

She got out of the car and closed the door after her inspection, with a happy step she walks towards her blue Cabriolet with a rather light step, very proud of what she has just accomplished. But there’s a saying that goes: small victories are always short-lived, and we don’t always have time to celebrate them because other problems always hit us before we can even blink an eye.

As she is about to pull her car’s door, a dull noise is heard near her. She was far too preoccupied with making Howie’s life miserable, sabotaging his car in the middle of nowhere to realize the sound of his fierce, violent fight behind the tree curtain.

She noticed with horror the rather pretty bodywork of her car writhing under the weight of this unequaled monstrosity which she did not know the name nor the appearance and even less the origin bouncing on its legs, as if it had not collided with the car hardly.

The hound growled in satisfaction at its luck, it’s providence to run into another one of those shitty little humans who think they’re superior to everything. How arrogant of them, hm?

He was already in a bad mood and in a bad position boiling with rage and anger, when he understood he had underestimated the two-legged thing that followed him like a black sheep behind the trees, it should have never waited for Howie to catch him up.

The lousy version of the wolf expected to make short work of the shitty human being but his surprise was more confusing than his own ugliness and monstrosity are to his new prey. The curious little human proved himself fearless and worthy of a great fighter. ’They are real plagues these critters who only live to kiss their fellow arses,’ said the latter to himself.

’Let’s see how he will act face a colleague in danger, most often humans are selfish and overrated, they only have for their arse and no one else. Even if sometimes they are impressive and pleasant with a big heart and an almost misplaced sense of duty. In what category can he place this worrying human who challenged him as if he were not of this earth? Even though he can’t identify the energy surrounding Howie, he knows there’s something different about him because he wasn’t horrified at all by the sight of it.

’He hides his game well for a human but one thing is certain this person is not normal.’ Before Kaeli could understand what is happening to her, the beast got on its feet vigorously the bristling, iron-hard hairs on his back grew sharper and more menacing, fiercer and sharper than ever as Howie ran out behind the tall wild ferns, and the curtain of trees. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide open and his mouth gaping blissfully and ridiculously.

He did not have this expression when he fell on the hunting dog a few minutes earlier, but the painting the hound represents with his new prisoner or prey tears off his impassive and impenetrable mask. He would have liked to ask, what the hell is she doing here? But as we can see it is a public road, so everyone has the right to move around peacefully.

Howie thought the ugly shady version had landed on his car in its fall but to his great astonishment, it was not his. Kaeli’s dented car represents the very image of an unthinkable misfortune that has just happened by stealing the show from Howie’s car, which seems much more peaceful and out of danger on the other side but it still keeps its role as a great eyewitness.

"dammit," the latter growled, it was too late to hide from the petrified gaze of Kaeli who doesn’t even dare to make the slightest noise and was too slow to react, once the moment of surprise has passed after seeing the thing hold its prisoner under its front paws, one on Kaeli’s back and the other resting heavily on her head pinning her to the ground.

Howie had engaged in a fierce fight against the hound who proved to be rather resourceful in attacking him by surprise. The attack did not give him time to create a barrier to prevent the latter from escaping or attracting the attention of humans if someone were to pass by.

Kaeli would have liked to believe she was dreaming, but seeing Howie tumble at top speed behind those trees and that look of surprise and shock on his face dissuaded her from believing this was a damn dream or nightmare. Howie begins to speak in an ancient language to address the hound who seems to want to make a deal with his chaser of unknown intent because the little brat is starting seriously to get on its nerves. The shady wolf should do something quick otherwise this snotty twp-legged thing will kill him mercilessly.

"Release her" Howie orders, "it’s between me and you. I am the one who stopped you from continuing on your way, although you were the one who attacked me first." The hound glared at H like he was saying "he got some nerves, hm" at the same time he couldn’t believe his ears. ’So I was right,’ he thinks tilting its head, ’this little brat is indeed a stranger, he knows the ancient language of the deities.’

’He’s even more dangerous than I think,’ he continues to ramble quietly, ’more than I obviously thought - I thought he was one of those power-seeking human explorers who would do anything to enter and be known to the supernatural world and impose their supernatural power and knowledge of the world to both entities, but this shitty little human is so much more than that.’

’This human is not like those others who seek power, he does not sweat evil and despair. He does not even take advantage of the situation to submit me to his power because he can have me as a slave. But he prefers to ask me to let go of this fragile and futile human who smells as bad as a well-kept flower garden.’ the shady ugly wolf doesn’t understand why the others especially those of the upper appreciate them and makes a big deal out of them, for him, these little things really smell like shit and make him sneeze to death when he comes close to them.

He takes advantage of this observation he has just made of H and perceives it as a weakness in Howie, to escape he just has to use the means he has at hand that’s mean Kaeli. He does not want to stand up to Howie and fight him recklessly when he has an escape right under his filthy paws.

Kaeli still lying on the ground under those monstrous heavy paws crushing her head against the asphalt sobs silently while praying that Howie could do something to help her get out of there. No matter what language he speaks and what he is saying, she doesn’t care. The important thing is that he gets her out of there as quickly as possible as if the latter owes her this favor.

The hound squeezed hard on the crying Kaeli’s head even more, who doubled in tears as her insides tore at the thought that she was going to die here because of that Beggar Howie who didn’t know how to park his car as any civilized being does.

With a sharp and precise movement, the hound flipped Kaeli in the air quickly before Howie could make out his intent, and bit hard into her hip, under the horrified gaze of Howie who rushed towards them but the latter tossed Kaeli’s bloody body at him Howie caught her to prevent her from receiving another shock more violent than the damage the ugly thing has just done to his body. Before Howie could understand the hound disappeared into thin air leaving the scene as if he had never been there.

But the gaping, ugly bite he left on Kaeli’s left hip and Kaeli’s dented car is proof that something non-human just went through it. He had malicious pleasure in ripping off almost all of her left hip. She couldn’t even scream as the thing’s sharp teeth melted into her flesh like there was no resistance like she was made of pout muscle and foam.

"These damned critters," Howie raged, "they have no honor and they’re unethical," as he gently set Kaeli down, taking every precaution in the world not to drain her of whatever was left and that he can count inside her. She begins to convulse, as Howie panics at not knowing what to do. The last time he had to go to extreme lengths to get rid of his pain, the twins lost something precious to them, and he still doesn’t know if he can help someone so badly injured.

When he helped his father it was by chance, for Theo and Alfred, it was easier he only had to eliminate the toxin in his blood to help him recover but there, he has to do something different and he doesn’t know if he can rebuild the membranes devoured by that stinky hound carrion.

He doesn’t even how to stop the bleeding, he doesn’t know how to do it except to press on it to prevent her from losing much more blood, but pressing on it will not help the situation at all since the vicious one has not only content to bite into the pulpit he tore it completely out and swallow it, it was his feast.

"Damn," he groaned as he watched Kaeli’s body convulse under his gaze, as he was soaked in panic and pressure he still tries to summon his power...but pressure, panic, and doubt are enemies jurors of his abilities. As he desperately tries to keep Kaeli alive, his mind begins to wander, recalling similar circumstances, making him even more lost and useless to Kaeli.

Like every time he finds himself in stressful situations, his mind begins to recall circumstances in which he lost someone dear to his heart, and fragments of the past come to haunt him, ravaging all his self-control. As if the time wasn’t enough bad like that, the mark on his forehead begins to glow.

While Howie desperately needs help and focus to reunite his healing abilities, his father and the Kerfs have finished shopping for the evening. The enthusiasm that Oliver showed when they arrived at the store magically dissipated to give way to an immeasurable gloom that gradually set in when he watched with wide eyes the tools that Marc came to buy to watch over him tonight.

He no longer finds these stories as marvelous and extraordinary as his father used to tell him in front of their large fireplace huddled together. He is just a wild and ferocious beast that is likely to kill and even harm the people he cares most about. If he isn’t able to handle it right, if he screwed to control his primal killer instincts, he might fuck it all up.

Does he have the makings of a werewolf? He doesn’t give a fuck about it, but one thing is sure, these pretty stories were just a facade to beautify the image of werewolves, they are all merciless murderers, nothing more.

He lengthened his steps to get away from the little trio they formed feeling his tears welling up in his eyes, feeling the concern of Oliver, Perth, and Marc who had not missed the change in his mood exchanged a concerned look before Marc beckoned Perth to follow his brother as he went to the cash register to pay for their most disconcerting purchase, chain, leather muzzle with soft interior to avoid damaging his skin, leather leach fitted with a chain, handcuffs and such... the cashier, who had noticed Marc with the two teenage boys, gave him a look full of suspicion which Marc ignored by keeping an inscrutable, disdainful and flat expression, making the curious cashier uncomfortable.

While at their villa things are more or less torrid, tense and complicated in fact no more complicated than Howie’s at the moment but each of the situations has its level of difficulty and stake... Theo fights like a poor devil against the needs that his body manifests under the poisonous caress of El who looks exactly like a puppeteer who makes him dance at his fingertips.

So, all Theo’s resolve to put an end to their little making-out session is more and more difficult to hold because his body and his hoop are not on the same wavelength, they each have their needs and their waiting which makes the Rufus Alpha will flicker like a candle flame at the edge of a wide-open window in a storm.

El’s mouth is a weapon that should be kept away from any living presence whatsoever. If his wandering hands are an instrument of sweet torture for Theo’s nipples, his mouth is ten thousand times worse than any devastating lethal weapon. His mouth knows no limits and his tongue is so skillful that it looks like it has a will of its own. It slipped nimbly into all the nooks and crannies of Theo’s body, his neck, his nape the spine, his ears which he licks and nibbles, the dimples at the bottom of his back, his round and firm cheeks buttocks which undergo the same treatment as his ears.

All his attempts to place a word in this torrent of sensation are vain and futile, El only listens to his bear who asks for more, when he slips his tongue between Theo’s buttocks the latter jumps out of bed as if he was never lying squirming in all directions. El was amazed at how easily the alpha got out of his grip while trying to figure out how Theo was able to jump out of the bed while lying under his stomach a little stuck between his body and the bed.

It was certainly Theo’s wolf who came to his rescue this time this slipping tongue was a little too much for them to handle, otherwise, there is no way that the latter could get out of his clutches so skillfully without him having time to trap him.

Feverish Theo went to lean against the wall not far from the door of the bathroom which can serve as an escape if necessary, but he could have crossed it directly if his cotton legs were not shaking like crazy, he needs to recover some strength and lucidity.

"We really need to talk, El," he uttered hoarsely and shyly, El straightened up on the bed sitting on his bent knees ready to listen to him. He ran a sensual hand through his disheveled hair and revealed his dark purple eyes to Theo who gazes at him with the same sensuality that El exhibits as their two pheromones begin to invade the room.

"No, No," Theo cried in his head as he felt that invisible force pulling him towards El who soon found himself in front of him. El picked him up in his arms, carried Theo to the bed, and gently sat him down.

"Why are you worried," the bear asked in a reassuringly deep voice with a kind of vibration that gives Theo goosebumps as everything about him begins to melt like sugar over low heat. "No, I’m not worried, but..." The sentence he wanted to say clung to the wall of his throat and refused to cross his lips, so intense and sexy was the look the bear lingered on him. . "I..., uh..." The Alpha loses all use of speech unable to concentrate and find the words he wants to express aloud.

"Come on, talk to me, you don’t like what we’re doing to you, is that it? The voice vibrates with a deafening frequency almost making the walls of the room shake which stuns Theo who pulls himself up to the pretty luscious mouth and purple eyes that are getting darker and darker and presses his lips to them.

After all, he came all the way here by himself to sort things out between himself and EL, he wanted to know where all these weird feelings that were going through him and preventing him from concentrating, and sleeping would lead him and here he is completely out of the game.

"I promise we’ll watch over you, neither of us wants to hurt you even less by making love to you" that’s not even what worries Theo and normally he is not in situations to explain to his partner that he is the active type or the top and never the passive. They all know it and accept it. It’s as if they see it in him or at least it’s his ability to lead the dance that has never left room for others to believe that he can be the receiver, he gives without ever taking, and there, now everything is falling apart and he doesn’t know how to explain it to the boy-bear who is making his head spin.

The bear and Bravael know only too well what Theo wants to say just as they know he really wants them now, the smell that emanates from Theo speaks for itself but the fact that he has never been topped by anyone before not even in a dream puts him in a more than delicate situation.

Hence his body is ready to accept this eventuality from the very moment El kissed him in the hallway. Theo had said to himself he will not leave this house without tasting El and now, it is definitely not him who will taste him. Let’s say not as he would have wanted it anyway.

A smirk tugged at El’s lips discreetly as Theo turned his attention to his hands which he keeps wringing like a child, the mischief in those purple eyes is unwaveringly trickery, they purposely changed their eyes to make Theo more malleable. Bravael is a fucking manipulator and this honey thief is even worse.

The devilish bear takes Theo’s hand and puts it on his bare bulky chest, which he has just freed from his t-shirt which prevents him from feeling all the heat emanating from Theo’s skin against his. Theo has stopped struggling, for now, he thinks maybe later when he is in the right state of mind he will discuss all this with El calmly. He is already lost in the lust of the moment and he wants so much to fill this void that he feels inside him.

El went to conquer his mouth, kissing him gently so as not to scare him he just wanted to make him his own not make him run away. Then his tongue becomes more and more exploratory and impatient. The moans begin to rise again in the bedroom as a soft melody, then it gets wilder and wilder. He laid Theo on the bed keeping his hands above his head as he kissed him, he explored the back of his mouth, he conquered his neck his nipples which snatched a violent hip thrust from Theo as the sensation was strong, and his nipples became tender to the touch and El plays very well with them.

The devilish bear went down deeper and harder freeing Theo’s hands to play with his nipples which he assaulted and abused as his mouth ventured further and further on Theo’s body, eager to have Theo all to himself and feel his stuff stuck warm in Theo’s belly....

As he sucked on Theo’s testicles with the passion worthy of a psycho who loves lollipops way too much, he collected saliva that fell from his mouth, using it as a lubricant, and slid his hand up to Theo’s exposed arse, the latter becomes tense as El approaches a little more to his heaven of peace, El feels his muscles stiffen like a thread.

The evil bear let out even more saliva which ran down the small wall that separates the testicles and the entrance to Theo’s little paradise like a small stream, which made Theo flinch before El’s wandering hand went to harass the entrance of his ass without entering it.

Theo jumped at his gesture and his whole body straightened up against this new sensation that wants to make him lose all rationality, this river of saliva flowing down between his buttocks is disconcerting. He wonders how can the latter have so much saliva.

And this relevant finger that threatens to enter his forbidden realm at any time and turn everything upside down is unbearable. But now he doesn’t know if it’s because El is taking too long before putting it inside him or if it’s because he refuses that something else enters that way.

This entrance for him has only one and only function, to poop twice a week, sure he use to wash it deeply once a day because he likes to stay clean, he never knows when he will come across a new ground to explore, a volunteer to give him a blowjob on the sly and quickly and such because these are things that happen to him every minute of his life. He is like that, it is natural for him, he attracts sex and people like sugar attract ants.

El is patient and cunning, he waits patiently for Theo to make him lose all resistance for the latter to beg him to finish this action. He started at the entrance to his kingdom, he does not want to impose it on him, he wants that Theo asks him to finish his action.

He had promised himself to make Theo his wife and he is someone who always keeps his word, moreover, his father is still waiting to hear from him.

Rationality and resistance begin to take flight from the muscles of Theo who gets angry and impatient to know what it feels like to have someone’s fingers in his territory and his hip begins to move to the pace of El’s finger, who makes little circles on his anus while the very sticky saliva runs over it. It’s unbearable and nerve-wracking.

The little moans Theo is trying to keep to himself start to be insistent in his throat forming a lump in the pit of his stomach as he refuses to let them escape. There’s no way he’s letting El know that he likes what he’s doing to his anus, there’s no way for El to know he’s driving him crazy just by doing so.

But El already knows it since his anus also expresses it, it keeps contracting and relaxing as if he wanted to yawn and swallow his finger every time it tickles him.

However, he can’t do it without Theo’s permission anyway, as much as he resists it’s as much as El intends to torture him. He let his testicles breathe for a moment and went to play a little with Theo’s ridiculously sexy rod, which is sticky. It is sticky from drooling so much while waiting for his turn.

He licked the erect penis proudly from base to head repeatedly, occasionally letting his tongue sweep over the huge head of the erect member. Theo groaned in exasperation, ran his hands nervously through his hair, and his hip kept betraying him, asking for a lot more than El was willing to give them.

"You’re gonna stop and put it in me once and for all, yes or no" he growled in frustration as he hid his face in the pillow he put over his head. "What should I put in you? El dared to ask him with an evil smile on the corner of his lips while using a soft and innocent tone. "Your damn finger that keeps harassing my arse, what do you think? growled Theo, more frustrated than ever.

The wolf and him are out of the game, their resistance has collapsed face to El’s demonic patience and persistence, they can’t believe that they are asking him to put a finger in their ass like a bitch.

"Anything you want" El responds enthusiastically, "I am at your service and do not hesitate to ask or modify your request if there is something else you want in it ok" the joy he puts to say his word does not escape Theo, sensible ears "what an idiot, why did I have to come across this brat" he cooed as if to himself.

"In your dreams asshole, and stop talking already and do your damn job, so that I can applaud you when you finish if possible, don’t forget I have to go home already to join my pack." if he stays focused on El’s annoying speech he might end up whacking his neck to satisfy his bleeding ego like they fight all the time when they cross paths. So it’s best to play it cool and aloof it’s safer for the moment and he needs to satisfy the wild thirst that this asshole has awakened in his nerves and every part of his body.

Joining gesture and word, gesture and gesture El takes in his mouth the flexible muscle rod in his mouth as he lets his finger venture further instead of distributing small vicious circles outside the anus, he introduces his thumb in Theo’s ass, this one arched as his breath caught in his lungs. El keeps moving his mouth back and forth to create a diversion in Theo’s mind, he wants him to focus on the strongest sensation and forget he’s taking his ass virginity with a greedy thumb.

It worked as Theo’s body returns to a less tense position and his body begins to burn with fever under El’s experienced mouth. Without waiting El replaced the thumb with his middle finger which snatched a little cry or rather a little satisfying howl from Theo who hastened to cover his mouth with his hand, his wolf indulges in this experience far too easily and it is not reassuring for him. El’s long finger began to make its merry way into the warm, slippery cavity.

"I had done well touching you so much earlier it’s all slippery down there, you wanted me so much, hm, I like it."

Theo only wants to make him swallow his teeth now and right away but he doesn’t have the strength for such an act of power and he wants to keep his cock in one piece too, he doesn’t want it to end up stuck or in pieces under El’s teeth.

"You talk too much, you have to stop listening to yourself like that, and use your mouth and your energy for something more useful" he whispered softly in a light breath El’s exploring finger is starting to get the best of him and his mouth on his penis doesn’t help the flood of sensation that is gripping him at the moment.

He moved slowly, inviting El to take more space and depth in him and this one accepts the invitation wholeheartedly since he adds without hesitation a second finger which shocked Theo, he bit his lips to avoid screaming once again. El lets him adjust and get used to the feeling of two fingers in his realm before he starts pushing them deeper until they hit the wrong spot.

Theo’s eyes popped out of their sockets and he gave a violent hip thrust before falling back on the bed, traumatized by what he had just felt, then he freed his body from El’s grip with a quick leap, curling up on himself at the other end of the bed. El had the presence of mind to release his penis in time otherwise he could have bitten him to death when the latter made this movement of surprise.

’What was that?’ Theo wonders as he feels a blanket of sham wrap over his body. El went up to him and pulled him into his arms to look him in the eye, but Theo refused to look at him keeping his eyes closed very hard like a child.

" What’s wrong? You didn’t know it was like that when you fucked your exes sweetie, hm? El teasingly asked him, stroking his face, with an adorable smile on his face. Theo doesn’t answer, he just wishes he could disappear like lightning in the sky from the surface of the earth.

He is too ashamed to have felt such a pleasant thing when he has never even in an erotic dream been fingered. "Come on, don’t be a baby, open your eyes and talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong," El continues in a soft, suave tone, his purple eyes drooping back to reveal his slick silver-gray eyes that light up like a cat’s eyes in the middle of the night.

He put his mouth on Theo’s since the latter doesn’t want to talk to him or look at him, he doesn’t need to force his way or persist in fighting against a wall of ice since Theo gives him immediate access to his mouth, he passed his arms around El’s neck who smiled at his gesture which seemed very innocent, childish and cute. He had no idea kissing someone you love could be so exhilarating. That said, there is someone he has to kiss, he has to see if there will be a difference.

"Look at me," he said to Theo, "we’re not going to do anything today we’ll take our time, I don’t want to force you" he whispered softly in his ear. Theo jumped at his words, they were sincere without any trace of malice and now he knows for real that his position has just been changed. He will not be the top of EL and this one treats him as he is used to treating his own conquests, with respect and tenderness.

’Wait, wait,’ he thinks, ’am I really becoming the bottom of this arrogant, devious jerk? But what the hell is happening to me?’ So as he internally questions his new position his arms involuntarily tighten around El’s neck, it’s like they don’t want Theo’s madness to affect them. Theo lost he must understand it, so if he intends to do something funny or such, he will know that they have already accepted that they have their top.

But before El can comment on the fight Theo is having with himself while cuddled up in El’s arms, a panicked voice is heard in his head, and he jumps thinking that the other occupants of the house are already back he jostled Theo a little in his start while rolling over freeing himself from Theo embrace.