U.O.T.W. Chapter 72 Sweet, Sweet Nectar

  • Darkness, silence and stillness... Then a spark of life...

    For the last twenty four hours Red battled against Aela’s natural resistance to the beast bloods transformation. When Aela was in the threshold of extreme pleasure, Red could partake of her body and they would truly be as one and share in the ecstasy but it would take severe pain, more than what Aela could stand for Red to break her hosts will and fully wrestle control from her.

    However for a few days in the year during spring, Red would be in season. Her energy, her desires, her very will are at this time all driven way beyond their normal limitations. Against such a force of nature Aela’s own will was nothing. Aela crumbled as she always did and Red tore Aela’s body away from her as easily as someone could wrench an apple from the safety of the trees branches. And that’s exactly what Red did, she transformed.

    Red’s eyes opened to find herself once again contained in Aela’s room although in her confused mentally unbalanced state due to the hormones flooding her body, Red didn’t recognise it as such. All she knew was that she was contained and she wanted out. The bed groaned as it struggled with Red’s weight but it quickly eased off as she pulled herself upright.

    Red bound towards the door and howled out as her nostrils picked up a scent of an Nord. If she was in a calmer state then she would have recognised it as Kodlak’s. If she was in control then she would have known he was an ally, but she had no control. All she could smell was prey and it drove her wild.

    In a frenzy like state she hurtled herself at the door. She knew it would resist, it always did. It resisted and contained her rage, her desire to be free. Red threw everything she had against the door determined to break out and hunt down the Nordic scent which blinded her with rage. This time though there was no massive bolt to reinforce the door, there was no catch to hold it shut, no lock to secure it. And still Red threw herself at it like a creature possessed.

    The door buckled for the scantest of a second then the weak latch flew off as Red burst out of Aela’s room taking the door with her. The momentum launched her across the corridor to collide with the opposite wall. She shook her head and turned towards the scent despite still being temporarily dazed. She howled out in anger and frustration as the scent flooded her senses, her desire to kill.

    There in front of her running away was her target, her prey. She bound up towards it and for a moment she felt odd that it was running so slowly. Adrenaline pumped through her body fuelling her muscles to an unprecedented state of perfection. Red’s claws lashed out at the dawdling man’s head but he ducked at the last moment causing Red to miss.

    His successful dodge however came at a price, it caused him to lose sight of her and it slowed him down slightly. Red however was still moving full bore towards him. And she was used to much faster, nimbler prey. Her claws slashed out a second time and tore through Kodlak’s armor throwing him to the ground. Red didn’t even have to look. She knew he was hers to devour at will.

    Before he even landed face first on the floor, Red had picked up two new scents. She refused to back away and nothing would make her relinquish her prey. He was hers, no one else’s and she would fight to the death if need be to claim him. She lifted up her hind paw and pressed down with her weight on to Kodlak’s back forcing him to scream out in agony. Most mere mortals would shiver at the desperate cries but Red seemed to be excited by Kodlak’s unholy song of pain as he was slowly crushed.

    Her new found prey stopped approaching her and watched with terrified looks strewn across their faces. Although she had seen Sotek and Vilkas before, she was too pumped up on adrenaline to notice or even to care. They were no different to the flesh beneath her paw. She stood up erect and howled out at them forewarning them of their untimely death and her most welcome meal.

    The Argonian however acted strangely. He grabbed a chair and swung it at her despite being out of her range. She slightly tilted her head in fascination at his conflicting actions but then he seemed to change to a blur as he howled back at her.

    “WULD”

    Red staggered sideways as a chair exploded against the side of her head, temporarily stunning her. The blow should have affected her for a good few seconds but she was too charged up, her heart was pumping well beyond the maximum causing her to shake off the blow within moments. Regardless as to how quick Red took to recover from the initial attack, the damage was done as she had inadvertently freed Kodlak. The very instant that the Argonian knew that the Nord was free he grabbed him and yanked him to his feet.

    By now Red had fully recovered and was enraged at the mere thought of losing her prey. She snarled as her mouth watered with anticipation of her meal. The taste of flesh and blood of which she longed for was now just a few seconds away. Her prey started running along the corridor as they yelled out. Fired up by their cries, she gave chase once more and rapidly caught them up. The older one was slower, she could almost taste his scent from the shredded armor which clung uselessly to his back. Just one swipe and it would be over. She drew near and her claws glistened in the lamp light as they prepared to kill.

    The Argonian hung back slightly as if to protect the older man. Red didn’t care about him, he would soon meet his fate. Blanking him, she closed in upon the Nord.

    Suddenly the Argonian pushed the Nord in the back, throwing him forwards out of Reds initial reach. Angered at the sudden loss of her target, Red switched to the perpetrator. She leapt up at the Argonian and bought him to the ground hard.

    As he screamed, her fangs punched through his armor and drew blood as her powerful maw closed tightly. Her eyes opened wide with the lust of her kill as she felt the bones crack then finally break. Blood poured in her mouth which she guzzled greedily as her fangs quickly released the pressure to just reattach themselves for a better grip of her prey.

    Moments later her head shook from the sudden hard hitting blow of a metal shield as it was slammed into the side of her head. Unlike the chair, the shield never gave way and applied the full force of the impact against her. She shook her head as a ringing filled her ears while her second prey was also taken away from her.

    Although she was temporarily stunned, Red still tried to press home the attack however the sound of a lantern smashing on the floor took her attention. A burst of heat rose up forcing her to back away as the flames formed a wall between her and her meal. All she could do was watch and growl as the three men disappeared from sight.

    The flames quickly started to die down so Red charged through the fire to be confronted by the door to the main hall of Jorrvaskr. She bashed against it and felt it start to give way as a woman screamed from beyond Red’s imprisonment.

    Red pounded on the door a second time but then a loud thud rang out from behind the doorway. She stopped and listened as various other thumps and crashes dominated the hall. She could hear voices call out to one another then after a minute a deafening sound of splintering wood rapidly followed by a great and a tremendous bang startled her, making her back away slightly.

    She soon recovered her bravery and pounded against the door again but his time she could feel the resistance. She knew the door was now solid and there was no way that she could break through it. Howling out in rage she turned around and prowled along the corridor in the search for food as her blood boiled and female hormones ransacked her body.

    Various smells drew her attention away from the now blocked doorway. One in particular smelt of mixed herbs and spices, despite that though she could smell the blood and meat from the supply store. The door was weak and feeble. A single crash sounded out as the doors hinges seemed to give up the moment Red turned towards it.

    She slowly moved in the darkened room. The lack of lighting proved to be of little consequence as Red’s night vision kicked in the very moment the flames died down. She sniffed at a few sacks out of curiosity and promptly tore one to shreds for no other reason other than ‘it smelt funny’. A cloud of flour erupted upwards like an upside down mushroom which caused her to choke. The second bag was thrown forcibly into the far wall and exploded in a large white cloud. Red stepped backwards but the cloud was faster and it rapidly enveloped her. Flour smothered Red’s fur giving her the appearance of a strange morbid ghostly werewolf. She coughed and spluttered as she was forced to withdraw from the fog which covered the entire storage room.

    Red dropped to all fours and shook herself down causing a third albeit smaller cloud of flour. She growled out at it like it was a threat and swiped at the air with her paw causing the cloud to initially dissipate as her claws cut through the air. She turned away in disgust as the cloud quickly bonded back together. As she headed along the corridor she left white paw prints in the fur rugs which Tilma had lovingly kept clean for years.

    The second smell which she decided for whatever reason to investigate was a strong sweet smell that came from a Companions room. The door gave no resistance and just swung open allowing unhindered access to Farkas’s room. A strong smell of a Nord radiated from the bed which had rolls of furs piled up on it. Red crept closer then rose to her full height before her front paws slashed out at the furs. The middle of the bed buckled from the weight as various supports snapped in half.

    One piece of wood shot outwards and impaled Red in her side. She bellowed out in rage and attacked the remnants of the bed like it was a threat to her existence. In the process of the ‘fight’ She inadvertently knocked into a chair. In a blind rage she turned to her new attacker and fought back albeit briefly. Within a few moments she emerged victorious while the bed along with a table and two chairs lay wrecked.

    Reveling in her victory Red ignored the wound which fortunately only slightly dripped with blood and turned her attention to her spoils. The sweet smell seemed to originate from a large round barrel which sat on two thick wooden supports. Red lifted herself up and rested her two front paws on the barrel as if to test its stability. It rocked slightly away from her as she pushed against it. She pushed with all her strength but nonetheless the overly large barrels weight outmatched her. She hollered out at its defiance before she rose up and dropped as heavily as she could on the barrel which was mounted on its side.

    The barrel was crafted to contain gallons and gallons of mead. Its construction was so it would withstand the vast amounts of pressure from within its confines. No thought was ever given to try to prevent a delusional hyped up female werewolf from pounding the sides. A loud crack echoed in the room as a burst of mead escaped from a slight gap in between two planks of wood. Red stopped as the spray coated her in the sugary nectar which she greedily lapped up.

    As the pressure lessened then so did the spray. Red who was feeling a bit weird to say the least had an overwhelming sense of loss from the lack of mead at her disposal and took it out on the barrel once more. The sides cracked a second time as timbers gave way along with the metal rings used to bind the wooden planks together. With a loud whoosh the barrel split open flooding the room and the corridor in mead which Red greedily lapped up.

    Reds head started spinning wildly so she stretched up to her full height just to see the ceiling disappear from view as she toppled backwards to land heavily in a puddle of mead. A small tidal wave of liquid rippled along the corridor as Red howled out from the room which span around wildly. She crawled to her paws and tried to head out to the corridor but all she managed to do was to walk straight into the wall. She missed the doorway completely. Howling out in a garbled cry Red fell on her side as the room spun around faster and faster. Red moved to her front then softly growled before she headed to an opposite doorway.

    Finding herself in a new room she sluggishly tried to make her way haphazardly to the bed. Although she had actually moved sideways to knock into a weapon rack. It fell on her and cracked the back of her head as various weapons dropped around her to land on the floor. With two vicious uncoordinated swipes she attached the rack smashing it to pieces.

    Having dealt with the immediate threat and feeling completely disorientated, Red lifted herself up to near instantly fall forwards onto the bed. Upon impact with Reds full weight the bed gave way and collapsed to the floor with a loud crash. Red rolled to her side as she tried to howl out but all she could muster was a growling slobber. She lifted her head up for a few seconds then vomited over the furs.

    Red rolled off the bed to end up looking at the ceiling. She watched as the room span around while she whined pitifully to anyone who could hear her.

    Sometime later Red awoke to find herself half drenched in mead. Her fur was matted and stuck together forming clumps and spikes like those you would find on a porcupine. However Red had bigger issues than her looks to contend with. Her head was pounding whilst her throat and tongue felt dry. Snarling loudly with every tread of her paws she left the confines of Vilkas’s room to find a much needed source of water.  

     

     

Comments

14 Comments
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  June 15, 2016
    Hello Relycs I certainly hope you do. You've given me some great feed back and more than a few terrific suggestions.
    You, Ebonslayer, Lissette, Orlando Taz and all the others are invaluable to me. I wouldn't be the writer I am without you guys 'n' gals.
  • Relycs
    Relycs   ·  June 15, 2016
    Just went through this again, I got to continue reading the story :D.
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  April 10, 2016
    I've added the comma to the title.
    Red's certainly set a new record for Jorrvaskr that for sure. 
  • Relycs
    Relycs   ·  April 9, 2016
    I know, but I didn't realize how I wrote it until it was posted.
  • Ebonslayer
    Ebonslayer   ·  April 9, 2016
    I asked that before, In U.O.T.W lycanthropy placed an alternate life force into your body so Red's count is separate from Aela's.
  • Relycs
    Relycs   ·  April 9, 2016
    I'd say add a comma to the title. "Sweet, Sweet Nectar".
  • Relycs
    Relycs   ·  April 9, 2016
    Very interesting to see Red's perspective. So, did she break her record of 10 bottles, eh?
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  October 26, 2015
    Fixed thanks for that.
  • Ebonslayer
    Ebonslayer   ·  October 22, 2015
    In paragraphs 8 and 11 you misspelled adrenaline
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  August 27, 2015
    Thanks Exuro I have to admit I had fun with this. More fun than Red did