Mohegan: Native Instincts, page 13
"Jake, you be er be careful with that mouth of yours." Shuey started wheeling his father away. "I don't know what you see in him. He's nothing but a back talking pup," Shuey's father grumbled as they disappeared from the doorway.
Jake unbu oned his shirt, throwing it off to the side. He sighed, wai ng for Shuey to come back through the open door. Loud voiced dri ed through the door from the other room causing Jake's ears to perk up listening to Shuey's voice. Shuey was arguing with his father.
"Dad please, just read the pamphlet."
"No."
"You said that the white man made you angry today. If you don't want to be taken care of, then why not at least try this?"
"Is rehabilita on gonna make me walk again?" There was a pause. "'Restoring the handicapped to useful employment'. What's that even mean!"
"Dad, please, don't yell." Shuey sounded hurt. "I want to take care of you, but over the last couple of years you've go en more and more dependent on me."
"So I'm a nuisance to you now?" "No, Dad, no." Shuey sighed. "Everyone has limita ons, but you also have an opportunity. I'll take you into Oklahoma City and bring you to their office. Whatever you need, I'll be here for you."
"You think two bum legs is a limitation? It's hell!" Shuey's father growled. "You think I want my son to see me like this? Helping me bathe, helping me go to the bathroom. I can't even get out of bed!"
"Dad," Shuey said quietly. "You know I don't mind taking care of you. It's just, now that Jake's in my life, I want to start building something with him."
"And your old man's holding you down like a sack of pa'taters?"
"Dad, you know it's not like that."
"Just leave me alone!" Shuey's father huffed out. "I'm just a broken down old man." "Dad, you're not." Jake could make out the sounds of the wheelchair on the wood floor, and he guessed that Shuey was taking his father to his room. Jake heard Shuey's voice again, slightly muffled now. "Call me if you need anything Dad, but I want to have some private me while Jake is here." The door clicked shut, and Jake could hear Shuey's footsteps getting closer.
Shuey came into his room, looking sullen as he closed the door. "Sorry about that." Jake sat up, wrapping his arms around himself, feeling suddenly self-conscious without his shirt on. "You all right?"
"It's just stuff with my Dad." Shuey sat next to Jake. "I don't want to think about it, I just wanna think about you."
Jake smiled, wrapping his arms around Shuey comfortingly. "We both had stressful afternoons." Shuey flopped backwards on his bed, pulling Jake down with him. "Yeah."
"I guess this means you don't want to do anything today," Jake said. Shuey turned his head to take in the sight of Jake lying half naked on his bed. With a smile, Shuey whispered, "I don't know about that." They both moved closer, un l their lips met and they were kissing. Shuey pulled away slightly, saying in between quick kisses, "I think… I might… yes… I am in the mood."
Jake laughed as Shuey kissed down his chest, but as Shuey became more in mate he felt himself becoming more serious. Jake's hand came up Shuey's shirt, enjoying the rock hard abs underneath the tank top. "Jeez how many sit ups do you do a day?"
"Two-hundred. Two sets, then a set of pushups." Shuey laughed squeezing Jake's tummy. "I'm guessing you do about the same."
Jake blushed as his flabby belly was pinched. "Hey!" He rolled over, trying to hide his embarrassment. Shuey grinned, taking the opportunity to pull Jake's pants down. Jake yelled as he felt the cold air across his ass. "Don't!"
Shuey slapped his bare, pale ass, enjoying the tan line. "Aww, poor baby."
"Don't look at me," Jake said, pulling the pillow over his head.
"You weren't so self-conscious before." "I wasn't thinking about you judging me," Jake said, his voice muffled under the pillow.
Shuey kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. "I'm not judging; I think you're cute." "Well, we can't all be supermodels like you," Jake grumbled. "Fucking prick."
"I told you," Shuey said, as he slid his underwear off. "We need to do something about that mouth." Jake looked from under his pillow to see Shuey standing near the bed jerking himself off. Jake's face turned even redder and his breath hitched. "You're perfect."
Shuey opened one eye. "I don't know about that. Open your legs; let me see you." Jake looked down at himself, sucking his stomach in as he opened his legs for Shuey to get a be er view of his private parts. "Do you… think I'm attractive?"
Shuey licked his lips, enjoying the sight. "More than that; I know you are." Shuey leaned down, kissing Jake hard. They made out, their tongues wrapping around each other and their hands groping bare flesh. "You're more beau ful than any woman, you're more handsome than any man, and you smell better than any flower. I love you, Jake."
Jake felt himself mel ng into Shuey's touch. He opened his legs wider, allowing Shuey to fall closer to his crotch. "You're making it real easy to give up my virtues."
"You had virtues?" Shuey laughed as his finger slipped inside Jake. Jake shuddered under his touch, unsure of how he felt about being touched this way. Shuey watched Jake's reac on, adding another finger to work on loosening Jake's ght opening. Jake swallowed, his teeth elonga ng as his body reacted to Shuey touching him.
"You're all right, Jake. Just relax." Shuey's fingers moved inside him, and then he added a third finger. Jake forced himself to focus, his teeth shi ing back to human again. "I want you, Shuey." Shuey smiled and licked his hand, slicking himself with saliva. He put the p of his cock at Jake's entrance and began to push in slowly. "You good?"
"Yeah, just go slow," Jake said softly. "Anything you want." Shuey kissed Jake's forehead, slowly burying himself into Jake's ass. Jake gasped as Shuey slid in deeper, gripping the sheet and groaning at the sensa on. Once Shuey was fully inside, Shuey pressed his lips to Jake's temple. "You want me to stop?"
"No. I wanna make this special. I want to do it." Jake wrapped his arms around Shuey's shoulders, trying to bring him closer.
"All right, I'm gonna move." Shuey li ed Jake's ass as he pulled out and then slid back in. "Oh… Jake."
Jake bit his lip, loosening his death grip on Shuey's shoulders as he became more used to the feeling of Shuey inside him. He opened his eyes, watching as Shuey's smile grew bigger with every thrust. As Shuey moved faster, Jake felt himself enjoying the movement more and let out a so moan.
Shuey smiled down at his lover. "Does it feel good Jake?"
"Yeah. It feels pretty nice." Shuey pulled out of Jake, making him whimper at the absence as Shuey got off the bed. "Come here." Jake followed Shuey's lead, raising an eyebrow when Shuey pushed him face forward against a bare spot of wall near the door. "What are you doing?"
Shuey nudged Jake's legs apart and pushed back inside, enjoying the ght, slick feeling of Jake's ass. Jake groaned, even as Shuey grunted, then pulled out and thrust back in hard.
"Oh, my god!" Jake cried out, shocked by the amount of pleasure shooting through him. Jake braced his arms further against the wall, unable to keep the noises escaping his mouth as Shuey thrust faster and faster into Jake. Shuey growled out the words, "Jake, I'm gonna explode."
Jake squeezed his ass around Shuey's dick, a small howl escaping his mouth. Shuey's head shi ed into wolf form and his jaws clamped down in Jake's shoulder. Jake's own head shi ed and he let out a long howl of excitement. Shuey came inside him, then pulled out, pan ng. He turned Jake around and jerked him off, stroking Jake's cock until he came. As pleasure crested over him, Jake bit down on Shuey's shoulder, bi ng deep as he climaxed.
Shuey slowly slid them to the floor, feeling the high of their ma ng bond taking effect. Jake licked Shuey's bruised and bleeding shoulder, whining in apology for hur ng his mate. Shuey shook his head until it was back to normal.
"Jake. Can we do that again?"
*~*~*
Henry took a deep breath, calming himself. "So are we leaving now?"
Mohegan sighed. "You are antsy as hell. Se le down." "I'm nervous. What if I turn into some kind of hideous monster with three arms and eyes where my nose is?" Mohegan looked at Henry, a startled look on his face. Henry shrugged. "What? This is all magic right? Anything could happen."
"It's not magic. It's just not science," Mohegan said, pu ng down another empty can of beer on the table. "Listen, if you don't want to…"
Henry sat down on Mohegan's lap. "Shut up." He kissed the big man. "Ready?" A so voice asked from across the room. Mala was watching them. "Or do you two need a moment?"
"Yeah. Let's do this," Henry said, ignoring his blush as he climbed off Mohegan's lap.
Chapter Ten
Henry's half lidded eyes flu ered as he moved his head from side to side, unsure what was really happening. Everything looked fuzzy, and when he tried to think, the thoughts slipped away before he could grasp them. He gulped, then called out, "Mo —Mo—Mohegan?"
A large wolf looked down at him, teeth bared and a frothy foam on its muzzle. Its words were gargled, incomprehensible to Henry's slow, fuzzy mind. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on why he was there, and what had happened to him.
A er Mala had rudely barged in on Henry and Mohegan's very in mate moment, they had le Mohegan's home. Henry had held on to Mohegan's back as he'd made his way to a secluded area of the wilds. Mala had taken the me earlier to set up a makeshi altar, with candles and a pedestal. Mohegan had bent over slightly to allow Henry to slip off his back onto the ground. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Mala dragged a strange looking contrap on towards them. It was comprised of leather straps on wooden planks. Mohegan raised his eyebrow at her. "Is that a breeding stand?"
"A what?" Henry asked. "No … well, yes, but no," Mala said, unhooking the buckles. "We are just using it to keep him safe. No breeding." She grinned, and added, "Unless you want to take advantage of him while he's defenseless." Mohegan huffed, shaking his head. "No?" She sighed. "You're no fun."
She set the stand on its side, making it more accommoda ng for Henry to lie on his back. She strapped Henry in, hois ng it un l he was at eye level. Henry lay so that two thick straps of leather secured his neck, a large harness wrapped around his shoulders and thinner straps around his arms, which had been stretched out, away from his body. His legs were open, his knees bent, and his ankles and waist secured.
Mala looked Henry over, checking to make sure that he was securely fastened. She tossed a large bowl at Mohegan, whispering for him to take it with him somewhere Henry couldn't see. Mala carried the pedestal closer to Henry, unfurling a scroll as she began her prepara ons. With a wave of her hand, the candles lit, illumina ng the dark area where they were gathered.
She set two large daggers on the pedestal and began reading the words on the scroll. "Hier unter dem Mond den Blick, ich Gegenstand dieser Stelle fur Ihr Vergnugen. Ich gebe Ihenen mein blut," Mala cut her hands with the daggers, spilling her blood onto the scroll. She slowly raised her hands, le ng the blood flowing down to her elbows. "Es ist das Leben wird dies Sterbliche zurück von den Toten bringen. Seine Seele zu Ihrem Phasen, deine Wellen gebunden. Ich opfere dieses Schiff, damit du ihn in dein kaltes umarmen." Mala took the knives from the pedestal, s ll coated in her blood, and approached Henry. The whites of her eyes had turned red, only her dark pupils standing out as she looked at him. With a quick jab Mala plunged one of the dagger into his stomach. Henry screamed in pain. The other dagger she stabbing into his side, so that the two daggers together formed a ninety degree angle. Henry coughed, feeling lightheaded and ill, pleading for Mala to stop.
She took out a syringe filled with an uniden fiable liquid, and she let out a small stream from its p as she watched Henry bleed from his wounds. Henry felt cold. His body was ge ng icy; his mind raced and his eyes fluttered. "Mohegan?"
Mala seemed hesitant on what to do as Henry's gasped his last few breaths. She grasped the syringe, seeming unsure of when to use it. Once his head fell forward, and his eyes had closed Mala injected the serum into his heart, causing him to jerk awake. He coughed, watching as she pulled the daggers out of him, quickly smearing her own blood into the wounds. Her hands grasped the lacerated skin, digging into Henry's flesh; they shook slightly as she made certain to cover every bit of the wounds. It felt like she was cauterizing his wounds.
"Mohegan, are you done?" Mala called, looking up at Henry. Mala took her hands off Henry and returned to the pedestal. "Just a li le longer, Henry," Mala said, her tone soothing. Mohegan was in his Lycan form, panting and carrying a large ceramic bowl. He placed it on the altar for her, but kept his eyes averted from Henry's.
Henry felt he was in horrible pain, and all he wanted was for Mohegan to look at him, to hold him and tell him he hadn't made a mistake. The mixture of blood loss, adrenaline and Mala's vampiric blood was making Henry woozy. When he tried to speak, nothing came out but a whimper. Mohegan went to move closer to Henry, but Mala snapped her fingers, reining him in like a dog. "We talked about this Mohegan." She took out the next scroll, pu ng out her bloody hand for him to lick clean.
A er reading over the next part in the scroll, Mala took the bowl, adding crushed leaves and yellow powder. She s rred it with her one bloody hand, then offered the bowl to Henry. "Drink this as fast as you can, spill as li le as possible. It was cause you pain, bu it will pass." She raised the bowl to Henry's lips before he could refuse, holding his chin in one hand as she lted the bowl. "Mit diesem Samen pflanze ich in deinem Schoß das Wesen eines Wolfes. Es ist brennende Flamme zu einem Teil von dir. Zwei sind eins geworden, und ihr werdet als Lycanthrope bekannt sein."
It was warm and slightly salty going down his throat. Henry wanted to gag. As it se led in his belly, he started to feel a sharp pain. It was as if something were growing inside him, tearing at his insides. He could feel himself trying to cough when Mala grabbed his throat, pleading with her dark red eyes for him not to. Henry tried to se le himself un l he had ingested all of the chunky liquid. Finally the bowl was pulled away from him, but the pain inside his body only got worse.
Henry looked down at himself, seeing white hairs popping up out of his skin. His jaws were popping as his teeth descended into large canines. With a wave of pain, Henry roared out, his bones feeling as if they were going to burst out of his body. His head rocked from side to side, his arms pulling against the straps. He wanted to rip his skin off, he wanted to tear at himself un l he could free his bones from his body. Above the ground he twisted and writhed in the wooden stand making it swing from the branches it was secured on.
Mohegan whimpered as Mala held him down by the scruff of his neck, forcing him into a submissive posi on. It was almost supernatural the way she was able to control him even in his emotional state. She had him on his knees, her hand on his furry head, forcing him to look down. Henry felt another wave of pain shoot through and he could hear Mohegan snarling and snapping at Mala to let him go.
Henry moved his head from side to side, trying to get used to the fuzzy feeling, the strange sepiatoned look of the world. His nose quivered and although he couldn't see Mohegan, Henry knew he was closer to him now. "M—Mohegan …" He felt his head go fuzzy again, the world melting away.
He had asked for this. He felt like he had been reborn, his mind feeling almost relieved as he was able to recollect how he had go en there. The wolf face was in front of him, but as he looked closer it wasn't a wolf, it was a coyote. It stared at him, its brown eyes reflec ng Henry's and he knew that the creature looking at him was his own reflec on. It no longer snarled as he realized this, but stalked closer to him. He felt its breath against his face as it became part of him.
A large tongue licked Henry's cheek. "I'm here.
Henry lay limply against Mohegan as he unchained Henry from the large stand. Mohegan carried Henry in his arms to the altar to lie down, whispering to Mala. "Did it work? He looks... he doesn't look like any Lycanthrope I've ever seen."
Henry looked at Mohegan's huge wolf head, then back to Mala. She looked completely different, from the lovely young woman she had seemed before. In Henry's sepia-toned sight she looked like a monster. Her eyes were like lights streaming out of her head bright white, and her face seemed leathery. She wasn't completely ugly, but she looked freakishly inhuman.
"He smells like a Lycanthrope, though he could use with a bit more fur." She poked Henry in the rib where he had no fur. "His face doesn't look right either." She pouted. "S ll, the smell should be good enough for the council. He reeks of you, but he smells more like a coyote."
"I'm right here you know," Henry said, rubbing his head with his hands. The pain and discomfort was fading, but he could s ll feel a dull ache all over his body. His hands were long and clawed. He felt his face; he didn't feel any fur, but his mouth was full of large teeth. Henry reached up to feel his ears, which were on top of his head and were pointed and furry.
"Even if they did suspect something, who can argue with this?" Mala grabbed Henry's fluffy tail, causing him to howl. Mala stared at Henry, even as Mohegan smacked her hand away.
"Don't just grab his tail!" Mohegan looked away, "It can be sensitive." Mala laughed. "Well, there you go. He may look a li le strange but he's a werewolf now." She smiled, her long fangs showing, "Now I'm off to do be er things then traipse around out here in the woods." She stroked Mohegan's chest. "I'm sure you two will want to do your bonding."
Henry sat up, looking down at himself. He had patches of fur, some over his shoulders and on his belly bu on down to his groin, but nearly everything else was s ll his natural skin. His arms and legs had changed to that of a Lycanthrope, but he didn't feel any bigger. Henry whipped his tail around, enjoying the sensa on of it moving like a new arm. The pain and fear he had earlier felt melted away at the excitement of his new body.
He leapt off the altar, running around the ground, his tail flicking in the air as he ran in circles around Mohegan, hopping as he got faster and faster. Suddenly Mohegan tackled him to the ground, pan ng hard against Henry's neck and pulled him closer.
Henry could feel Mohegan's arousal pressing against him, "I want to mate with you, right here, right now." Mohegan said, his voice deep with lust.
