Primal Urges Ch 04

(I noticed when I read an one of the earlier chapters and the comments you were all so wonderful to leave that I made a little typo. Tomas is over four centuries old, not four decades. Sorry about that guys)

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Bright sunlight shining directly into Candace's eyes is what woke her up a few hours later. Blinking against the bright light, she stretched and yawned. The soreness of her ass made her wince, but felt so delicious she couldn't help but giggle softly. The bell like sound sounded unnaturally loud in the silence of the room, drawing her attention to it. "Tomas?" she called, a frown furrowing her brow. When she got no response, she sat up, pushing back against the plush pillows behind her. Looking around, she got momentarily distracted by the elegant furnishing of the bedroom. She was lying in a large four poster bed, complete with velvet bed hangings done in dark red and gold thread, matching the bedding perfectly. Oak dressers and an armoire were pushed against three walls and two more of the large overstuffed armchairs were angled towards a fireplace in the fourth. Large, seemingly plush carpets adorned the wooden floor, all done in exotic designs and colors. All in all, it was a beautiful room, perfectly done, in her opinion.

Shaking her head a little, she swung her feet off the edge of the bed and stood up. As the cool air danced over her bare skin, she shivered and looked around for a robe or something else to cover up with. "Tomas?" she called again, spotting a robe by the door and crossing the room to grab it. Just as she had expected, the carpets were soft, thick and luxurious, cushioning her feet and muffling any sound she might have made. Slipping her arms into the soft dark blue terrycloth robe, she tied it tightly to her. It was too large on her and dragged on the floor behind her. Tugging the excess length up around her hips, she left the beautiful room and went looking for her werewolf. Her werewolf? Where had that thought come from? "Not a bad sound to it," she murmured softly, even as she looked around the outer room for the tall muscular form that was Tomas.

"What doesn't have a bad sound?" A masculine voice said on her left. She turned, a smile of welcome curving her full lips. Tomas was walking in the door, carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers. He smiled back at her and held the bouquet out to her. "I was hoping to be back before you woke up, but it seems I misjudged how tired you were."

"Oh, Tomas, they're lovely!" she cried, burying her nose in the center of the bouquet and breathing deeply of the sweet scent. He watched her with a small half smile, pleased at the simple pleasure infusing her beautiful face. She looked positively delectably wrapped in his robe, with her hair sleep tangled and tousled around her face and shoulders. "Thank you Tomas," she said, bringing his attention away from the naughty thoughts that had been running through his mind. Stepping up to him, she laid the bouquet aside and slid her arms around his neck, rising up on tip toes to press her lips to his. Sighing contentedly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her close, enjoying the sweet kiss immensely. It was one of innocent affection and thanks, one that mixed surprisingly well with his memories of her wanton behavior earlier.

"You're very welcome Candace. How did you sleep?" he asked when she finally broke the kiss. "Are you hungry?"

She nodded and picked the bouquet up, cradling it between her breasts, drawing his attention like a magnet. She giggled softly and turned, looking for something to put the flowers in, breaking the memorizing effect her breasts had on him. "I slept divinely, and yes, I'm starving. Is there anything to eat here?" she asked, finally spotting the small little kitchen nook in the far corner. Crossing the cabin, she filled a cup with water and arranged the flowers inside it.

"Of course. I'm only the wolf a few nights a month pet." Once again, color filled her cheeks and he grinned. She was so cute when she was full of color, whether if it was from him teasing her, or when she was getting ready to cum for him. Feeling his cock stir in his pants, he took a deep breath to calm himself; wanting to get her some food first, before he attacked her again. Crossing the room to join her in the small little kitchen, he started opening cupboards and pulling things out for a small dinner. "You slept most of the day away pet. It'll be moonrise soon," he warned as he started to prepare salad, steak and fresh vegetables. She sat in one of the kitchen table's chairs, tilting her head.

"So?" she asked, playing with the flowers as she watched him work. He didn't answer until he had joined her, their food steaming on plates before them.

"It's a full moon Candace. Think about it," he said softly as he started in on his mostly rare steak. With the full moon and the answering change lingering around him, he could only stomach meat; the bloodier, the better. He watched her eat her salad, waiting for it to sink in. Finally, he was rewarded with a soft "Oh," and a bright blush. "Exactly. The wolf will want to come out and play. The safest thing for you will be to stay inside the house, with the door bolted and windows shuttered until dawn," he added.

Candace chewed her lower lip, remembering the fearsome creature of the night before as she started in on her steak. "But...why wouldn't I be safe? It didn't seem to want to hurt me last night," she finally said, keeping her gaze lowered as she felt her face heat up another few degrees. Her pussy was already getting soaked just at the thought of being used by the wolf again. Squirming, she pressed her clit against the hard wood of the chair, making her moan softly. "In fact, I wouldn't mind another night like last night," she admitted softly.

Tomas stared at her in disbelief. He could smell her arousal in the air, mixing with the smell of his cooking, making his mouth water even more. "But..." he paused then tried again, closing his eyes to block out the erotic sight of her squirming with desire as she thought about the werewolf side of him, "But, it may not be like last night again pet. The werewolf likes blood, carnage. That's why I have to hide here in this forest, so no one gets hurt other then the occasional deer or other animal. And the one person I do not want to see get hurt is you Candace. Especially if you end up getting bitten..." He trailed off, part of him wanting to bite her, the other not wanting to condemn her to his lonely existence.

"'Cause, then I'll be like you, right?" she asked, brow furrowed as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. At his silent nod, she paled and nodded. "I see what you mean. Alright, I'll stay in here, safe and sound. How much time do we have?" she asked, finishing the last of her steak.

"A couple of hours, max. It's hard to be sure on the exact timing anymore. But, we have plenty to do before then." He stood up and gathered their plates and deposited them in the sink. "The phone is over on the table there. Call whoever it is you need to soon, before I have people in the woods, looking for you tonight. I'm going to go get you a bath started. I'm sure you could use one." Turning, he left her sitting there, gaping at him at his lighting quick change of topics. One minute, he was talking about hurting her, the next, about starting a bath for her.

Shaking her head, Candace stood up and moved over to the phone, briefly wondering how it was he had one when she couldn't see any wires leading to the small cabin. "Then again, I wasn't really paying attention, now was I?" she said to herself as she dialed her apartment number. She hoped her roommate was home, and not occupied with one of her many lovers as she heard it start to ring on the other end.

Just when she was about to give up, she heard a breathless voice pick up the other end and say, "I'm here, hello?"

"Susan? It's Candace."

"Candace?! Oh my god, where have you been Candy? I've been worried sick about you." Susan's voice sounded relieved, angry, and affectionate all at the same time. "I almost called the police when you didn't come home last night. It's not like you to stay out all night like that? Or to not show up at work. What happened? Are you alright?" The questions came one right after another, in typical Susan fashion and Candace couldn't help but smile.

"I'm fine Susan, perfectly fine. I'm not hurt, or sick; nothing at all like that." Candace paused, wondering what else she would say. Finally, she decided on the truth, or some of it. "I, well, met a man Susan. He's asked me to come away with him, and well, I said sure." She blanched a bit, not expecting her roommate to buy it in the least. And Susan didn't disappoint her.

"Come away with him and you said sure? Is this really Candy? Is he there right now? Is he making you say that? Oh Candy, don't worry, I'll find you and get you out of there," Susan automatically assured her. Candace pictured the petite buxom blonde pacing the small confines of their apartment in one of her skimpy outfits, planning a daring rescue attempt.

Laughing softly, she sat down and curled the phone chord around her finger. "Susan, Susan, relax. I honestly did...and yes, I know it's not like me. But well, you've been rubbing off on me. But, don't worry about me, I'll be just fine. I'll have my stuff shipped to me soon, and then you can find another roommate. I'll keep in touch," she said, hanging up the phone in the middle of Susan's continued protests and questions of whether or not she was being tortured. Standing, she shook her head and laughed again. "She'll find some guy at a bar tonight and forget all about kidnappings and torturing. I'm sure of it," she said aloud to the empty room. Then, remembering the promise of a bath, she started to look for the bathroom. But, despite how hard she looked for another door, other then the front door and bedroom door, she couldn't see it. "Well, where did he put it?"

"Candace? Over here pet, I don't have indoor plumbing yet," Tomas said, poking his head in the front door. She wrinkled her nose, expecting nothing more then an outhouse and an old copper tub for bathing. He laughed at the look on her face and took her hand, leading her out the door. "Well? How did it go?" he asked.

"Oh, she's sure I was kidnapped and am being tortured as we speak. But, she'll forget all about it later when she picks up some guy from some place. She's your typical blonde, not much between the ears, but a body to die for," she said absently, following him out into the darkening twilight. It was hard to believe it had been almost thirty-six hours since she had left her apartment yesterday. She had slept so much of it away, she was shocked. 'But, when you spent most of the time you were awake cumming harder then you have in your entire life, it's not so surprising,' she thought as they rounded the corner of the cabin.

Standing nestled against the tree line stood a smaller, just as sturdily built building. Hopefully, Candace followed him into it. Tomas flicked a switch, bathing the small area with lights. Gasping softly, Candace stared around greedily. This was about as far from outhouse and cold outdoor baths as a person could get. A large deep tub took up the majority of the room, already filled with steaming water and bubbles. Arranged along the side stood a shower large enough for two, a sink, complete with a well lit mirror, and a toilet tucked into the corner, with a curtain for privacy. It was as if it had been made with a woman in mind. "Oh wow Tomas. And you said you didn't have indoor plumbing..." she trailed off, already shedding the robe and heading towards the tub. He just chuckled and watched as she climbed into the deep tub.

She cooed with surprised pleasure at the steps on the inside of the tub, letting her step down to the bottom of the tub without endangering herself. There was also a seat circling the edge of the tub, letting her sit down in blissful comfort, which she did. "Mmm, this feels heavenly," she murmured, her eyes closing. Tomas watched her greedily, loving the fact that there was once more a beautiful woman in his life. He had dreamed and hoped for this for four centuries. He had even made his home woman friendly on the hope that one day; somehow, he would have one.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, he grimaced, feeling moonrise closing in on him. But, he just couldn't pull himself away from her, especially when she was lying naked in front of him. Standing, he shed his own clothes and climbed in with her, making the water slosh over the sides of the tub. She giggled and opened one eye, watching him come closer to her, a hungry, predatory look in his eyes. Feeling her body thrill at that look, she shifted and arched her back, her tightening nipples poking out of the water like little beacons. "Cumslut," he said, turning the crude term into an almost loving endearment as he waded through the hip high water towards her. She shivered, despite the hot water and sat up more. A part of her screamed at her to run back inside, but the bigger, more demanding part of her told her to stay right there, to submit to him again.

"Yes, your cumslut," she breathed, shifting a little on her seat. He groaned at her words and tugged her up into his arms, his mouth pushing hard on hers, bruising the soft flesh of her lips. One hand captured hers though when she would have twined them around his neck and instead pushed them behind her back. The position made her arch her back, flattening her breasts against the width of his chest. She moaned and wriggled a little, enjoying the friction of his chest hair against her soft skin. "Take me," she murmured against his mouth.

"Remember your manners cumslut," he said, breaking the kiss and tugging her hands down, making her bend back so he could lean down and lap hungrily at one rosy nipple. She groaned and stood on tiptoe, pressing further into the warmth of his mouth. But, that wasn't what he wanted and he reprimanded her with a sharp nip of his teeth, making her hiss in pained pleasure. Whimpering softly, she shook her head, not sure if she could turn back into that desperate hungry girl that he wanted her to be. "Say it Candace," he growled, pulling away from the temptation of her, making her whimper again.

Sighing in resignation, she nodded and bit her lip. Taking a deep breath, she shuttered the silver-gray eyes with her long lashes and said, "Please Master, take this cumslut." Instantly, she was rewarded with his mouth returning to her breast, suckling hungrily on her nipple. Crying out happily, she widened her stance, feeling the ache growing between her thighs with each pull of his mouth. "Yes, just like that," she moaned softly, writhing in his grasp. He grinned and nipped again, loving the response he got, the tensing of her body, the soft hiss of pain and pleasure. But, he wanted to feel that soft mouth wrapped around his cock first. Wanted to see her on her knees, pleasing him simply because he wanted her too. Pulling away, he released her, taking in the glazed eyes, parted, panting lips, and trembling body of his cumslut.

When she opened her eyes to stare up at him in confusion, he grinned lazily and sat on the edge of the tub, legs spread, the thick long length of his cock twitching against his flat stomach. "Kneel," he ordered. She blushed hard, remembering earlier and hesitated the tiniest second before doing as he told her. Kneeling carefully on the seat, she settled between his legs, hands rubbing at her sore wrists before bracing them on his thighs. "Now, be a good little cumslut and suck your master's cock. Show me how much you are glad to be my cumslut and I might let you cum," he said, causing her to blush hard and enjoying the shocked expression on her face.

Candace gaped up at him, not believing her ears. She wanted him to suck his... She shook her head in disbelief and denial. She couldn't do that; he whole upbringing had drilled it into her that it was wrong. "I c-can't. It's n-n-nasty," she murmured, wincing a little at the look of displeasure and growing anger on his face. "I'm sorry Tomas," she whispered, looking away, breaking the spell of the moment.

Tomas growled a little and tangled one hand in her hair, tugging her gaze back to his. "You will call me Master cumslut. And you will do what I ask. Now, open your mouth," he said, his voice cold and calm, which only scared her more. Shaking a little, she opened her mouth and he grunted approval before using the hand tangled in her dark brown tresses to push her head down, directing her over his cock. She fought him at first, until his hand twisted and pulled painfully. Whimpering softly at the pain, she went still, closing her eyes briefly. "I said suck my cock," he said, his voice taking on a rough quality, one she remembered from the night before. Shaking her head, she tried to pull back, but he just forced her farther down, until the head of his throbbing length slipped over her tongue. The musky male flavor and scent of him filled her senses and she whimpered again.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. But his insistent hand in her hair directed her down a bit more before pulling her back up. "Lick and suckle it, my cumslut. Like you do your toys in my clearing," his voice ordered, making her blush hard. And to her horror, she found herself doing as he ordered, her lips closing around him as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. She was rewarded with a loud groan of pleasure, which only made her suck again. Slowly, she started to enjoy herself, if only for the pleasure she was giving him. She was even starting to enjoy the flavor of him and the feel of him, hard, heavy and throbbing on her tongue. Before long, the guiding hand in her hair was loosening and she was bobbing up and down on his cock on her own.

Tomas fought the need to close his eyes, enjoying the sight of her willingly sucking his cock too much. She was so innocent and sexual at the same time. Despite her words that this act was nasty and wrong, she was lapping and sucking his cock like she was a child with a sucker. She couldn't get enough of it; for when he tugged her away a little, she whimpered and fought until he let her go enough that she could continue pleasing him with her lips and tongue. He could feel himself nearing his peak and he fought it. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. Especially when she finally opened her beautiful eyes and looked up at him. He nearly came right then and there, the sight of her with half his cock in her mouth, her innocent gaze meeting his as her dark hair lay over his thighs and tangled around one of his hands. "I think you like sucking my cock, don't you cumslut?" he said, wanting to push her to blush again. And sure enough, her cheeks filled with rosy color and she started to shake her head. "Don't lie to me cumslut," he warned.

Her eyes widened and she pulled back off his cock, licking her lips nervously before she said softly, "Yes...Master." Tomas just raised an eyebrow, waiting. Finally, she dropped her gaze and whispered, "Yes Master, I like sucking y-your...c-c-cock." He murmured praise and caressed one soft cheek before pulling her back over his cock, losing himself in the blissful pleasure she was giving him. Instantly, she started sucking, without any more prodding from him.

Moments later, he felt his release getting closer, and he made no move to stop it this time. Instead, he tangled both hands in her hair and pulled her down harder. "Swallow it all and show me what a good cumslut you are," he ordered, just before he let go and let euphoria wash over him. A strangled groan reverberated around his cock as the first taste of his cum bathed her tongue. But she did as he told, swallowing as fast as she could, despite the way her face screwed up at the bitter, salty flavor. And even though she tried her best, a bit dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin and into the water below.