twisted creatures

the quiver

Type woke up naked next to a dead chicken, rolling his eyes.
Getting up he placed his hand to his head, yawning. A month passed and he was debted to his pack. Looking to his watch it was 3 am.
Nodding, type got up wipping the blood from his mouth.
Shaking, his head Type could tell he wasent that far from home.
Every day it took him a lot to heal but he did in stride.
Walking back he was getting tired of this.
He had to run with his pack every day that month. Type had a his plate full with so many things now. He couldn't even hang with his human friends to have a bit of actual fun. The pack when he was with them goofed around at times but type wanted a break.
Type hesitated for a moment his body quivered. He hung his head cracking his head to the side.
Just two days til the full moon and, oddly he was wanting his fellow pack members.
After his body finished quivering he made a gagging sound.
"Oh god...why would i"
Walking again he was starting to think there was something about him not being a virgin this full moon had something to do with it.
Even his pack members were sniffing around him more then normal. However, why did it matter?
Type shook his head, the full moon does crazy things.
Going home he went straight to his shower to wash off the dirt and blood, he leaned his body slightly over placing his hands to the wall letting the warmth wash over him.
Some days type wished for a better life. Some days he wished he could be human and not be with this pack.
Sighing, that kind of thinking was going to get him in trouble.
"Aaah" type quivered in excitement.
Looking down he was hard.
Rolling his eyes he relieved himself in.the shower.
Once done he went to his bed to lay flat looking to the ceiling feeling confused.
Why am i feeling this way?
Type closed his eyes shifted to his side.
Where is that vampire when you need him?
He lightly chuckled then shook.His head.
That one night stand cost him a lot.
Even so, type knew it was a mistake but something made him wish he could see that vampire one more time.
Sighing, he fell asleep. Wishing isn't a good thing.
The next morning type did all the same things with a few quivers here and there.
Type dropped an egg shell.
Rolling his eyes he went to pick it up to gulp. Looking up his father stood before him.
Straightening up types eyes darted.
"S...sorry."
"Mmm, you always are."
His father took a swig of his beer. Type watched the action.
"Mmm get."
Types eyes narrowed confused.
"Your pack leader called. Your with them today. Now get."
Type nodded leaving placing the egg in the trash.
The whole day they were running about, not really doing much.
By night, they all transformed in front of a bar.
Stopping by a clothe store first, type looked up with wide eyes to then look at a few members. Type then walked to his pack leader.
"You...know what kind of bar this is right?"
He nodded, placing his arm around types shoulder.
"Let's scare some of those dead corpses." He smiled wide.
"Won't this start something?"
He shook his head.
"This bar might be off our territory but the bartender is a good friend."
He stopped looking back to each wolf.
"We will be on our best behivor."
They all nodded.
Types eyes darted. This was the bar he went too when...
He shook.His head has he was pulled in.
Later they were all drinking and laughing loudly.
There was not one vampire patrent.
Type was relieved.
Taking sips of his drink type quivered a bit.
Only a few members saw it.
One started to lick his lips.
Type automatically looked up to look with narrowed eyes to him.
God damn it!
He really wished what he did with that vampire made him less addictive to his pack but it just gets deeper.
Rolling his eyes he got up to.go to the bathroom.
Walking to it he looked to the side for a brief moment. His eyes widen, but he kept walking.
Type could have sworn he saw tharn.
Shaking his head, that couldn't be.
In the bathroom he relieved himself then went to the sink washing his hands.
Then he moaned.
He placed his hands to the sink gripping. A big quiver went through his body.
Type hung his head biting his lower lip.
Fuck!
He could tell he got hard.
What the fuck is happening to me?
The quiver ended and type looked up his eyes Widen.
Qao was behind him looking with lust.
Types eyes darted up and down.
Soon They were to the wall kissing.
He had his hands gripping qao back.
Qao had his hands palms face down to the wall.
They started to grind a bit.
Type didn't know why he seemed to want this.
However, he couldn't get hard. It wasent working.
Types eye brows furrowed confused.
His body seemed to want it but then didn't.
Honestly, in the back of his mind he was disgusted with himself however his body was responding slightly to this.
Slowly his tongue movement a bit Type started to want to stop this.
Somehow that was granted.
Types eyes opened wide, they darted.
Tharn was there with his hand wrapped around qao neck giving it a gentle squeeze looking straight in his eyes, enticing him.
Type gulped, he did not know what to do.
Tharn narrowed his eyes still locked on qao.
"Do...you wish to fuck your pack member here type?"
Type looked down.
"No..."
Tharn gritted his teeth.
"What's this one's name?"
"Why?"
"Do you want him to tell your pack out there a vampire stopped him?"
Types eyes widen.
"No."
"Then...."
Type took a deep breathe in.
"Qao."
Tharn cocked his head to the side.
"Listen...qao. You will turn around and forget you came in here. Also you will not try this again with type. Understood?"
Qao nodded.
Tharn let him go.
Type let a breathe of relief out when qao left.
He gulped.
Type looked to tharn.
"Um thank you..."
Tharn With his speed wrapped his hand around types neck eyeing him with anger.
Type kept his hands to the side, palms face down.
His eyes darted.
"Are...you getting passed around now pup since your de virginized?"
Type rolled his eyes.
Before he could speak his body quivered.
He brought up his hands to wrap them around tharns wrist.
Leaning slightly up to try and kiss him.
Tharns eyes Widen, squeezing his hand a bit more.
Type hit his head to the wall, shaking it stiffly.
Tharns eyes narrowed.
"Interesting."
Taking his hand to the back of types neck he pulled him along.
Type gulped but didn't fight against it has they went out the back.
Fuck! This is bad type.