The Lycan's Hunt

ANNATORIA

A lot of time passed in that darkness, so I ended up falling asleep. But the sleep was too short. And, it did not save me from the Lycan's intention.

And now that I am awake and in another room, I can feel myself crumbling even harder.

Right now, my hands are chained above me. Thankfully, the pain from that was bearable.

I turned my focus to the room. This one was not shrouded in thick darkness, so I could easily see the layout; simple yet mysterious, a little reflection of the Lycan's aura.

All that was in the room was a table at the far end of the stone walls and a large bed.

Oh, did I mention that I am in the bed? Yep. The hard, very uncomfortable bed.

Truly, I can't escape this. I am doomed. And about to be fucked by a supernatural being who I strongly feel is not merciful in the slightest way.

While my mind tried not to break down, I looked down to see that I had been changed into a black, skimpy gown. It exposed most of my lower body, and nothing I did to hide my thighs worked.

Then, the door to my right opened, and a stark-naked Lycan barged in, his unfeeling eyes feasting on everything I was trying to hide.

For a moment, I looked away from the prominent part of his body. But when he came to the end of the bed, my aching eyes could not escape the view.

The Lycan, with a smirk, then exposed a little vial between his fingers.

My eyes widened, and he laughed.

"Your human eyes never lie," he commented. And tossed the vial to the side. That one shattered, and the hope of my mission was lost.

"Your breasts." His knees pressed the mattress, and his heat was soon hovering above me. "Show me."

"No." My eyes quickly flared. I tried to shift away from him, but there was no escape. "Don't touch me, you... You fucking Lycan." My weak warning had no effect.

He ripped off my gown with one pull, and I shamefully became naked.

I didn't want to see the taunt in his eyes, so I looked away.

"Human. Look at me."

I refused to listen.

If I do that, I will become forever tainted. I will never be able to recover from the ache of this humiliation.

"I said..." He gripped my hair. "Look. At. Me." I still didn't look. "Listen to your master, you fucking human. You don't want to? Fine."

After a growl, he released my hair and forcibly lowered my body.

"No!" I screamed because of the pain from the chains, and he laughed while caging me between his thighs.

He then released a small gasp of desire when his icy hands swiftly held my breasts. He wickedly pinched my nipples to draw out another scream, but I muffled it this time and held on to my resolution to remain stubborn.

"Human." He lowered his head, his chest sensually pressed against mine. "You cannot win." His whisper was full of mockery. "You can never win in the presence of your master. Don't you know that?"

His mouth leaned toward my ear and moistened it with his wet tongue. My eyes tightly closed, and my breath ragged, I just lay there as he breathed me in.

The next thing I knew, he parted my thighs. "Warm," he snarled, his fingers hovering over my vagina. "Preciously warm. Perfect for breeding."

No...

Why am I not fighting back? I need to fight. I need to do something.

His voice pierced my thoughts. "My precious pet, should we find out what your little mouth can do first? Or should I taunt you with my mark?"

With force, he cupped the heat of my vagina. I hid my wince again as he separated his chest from my breasts.

"Maybe we should take it slow." He shifted to the side and used his grip on my pussy to lift my shivering body. "Till your body does nothing but beg for me."

He said some other things, but I did not hear him.

At that point, I was grasping for escape so much that I started to lose my soul. The only thing that kept me sane was a faint ringing in my head. Moments later, the ringing stopped.

My head felt lighter, and darkness overwhelmed me. I fell unconscious.

~~~

"Agent Annatoria. Can you hear me?" a muffled voice rang in my ears. "Blink if you can hear me."

I felt my eyes respond. Yet, I was still stuck in the realm of darkness, where it felt as if my body were dipped in a bath of ice.

Wait... Do these werewolves know my name? Just how much do they know about me and my mission? And who on earth did they hear it from?!

"Annatoria. Stay awake." This voice was different, and it sounded exactly like the voice of my Director, Secret Agent Hayes. My mind must be playing tricks. "You need to stay awake."

A grumble fell from my lips, and my legs twitched. However, I was still stuck in my mind, still drowning.

"Annatoria."

It is better to remain in this darkness. I can hide from that hellish Lycan in this place.

"Annatoria."

Ugh... Can these wolves stop calling me?! Why are they determined to destroy me? Why-

My eyes snapped open. For many seconds, I gasped and sucked in large gulps of air. Then, sweat formed on my body.

Feeling a little alive, I looked up. And great perplexity befell me.

The bright space before me was the medical centre of W.O.O.T.

But... how?

I turned to my right. Director Hayes, who seemed to have grown more grey hair, was standing there.

"Agent Annatoria," he said while motioning to the doctor to step aside. "Can you hear me? Do you recognise me?"

"H-how... Wh-what is going on? Why are you here?"

"Easy." He stopped me from leaving the bed. "You need to rest."

"T-the Lycan," I said, and my eyes widened with fear. I gripped the Director's hands and glared into his eyes. "The Lycan... Where is he? Wh-Where did he go?"

"The Lycan? Leader of the wolves?" His bothered gaze turned into pity as he sat next to me. "Annatoria, you never left."

What is he talking about?

"You never started the new mission," he further said.

"Bullshit."

"No."

"Director, I started the mission. I was captured as planned. I met the Lycan. I was almost-"

"Annatoria," he remained firm. "You never went there. After you left HQ yesterday, we lost track of you. Hours later, you were found unconscious in the cinema."

"Bullshit, Director Hayes." Is he trying to make a fool out of me? "I know what I remember. You probably lost track of me because the werewolf realm is a different world. Even the place the... the Lycan stays is crazy and cold and scary and..." My words started to shake, my forehead furrowed with terror. "And... And ... I don't know how I survived it. I..."

"You must have had a bad dream, Annatoria." Director Hayes's pitiful eyes became annoying. "Maybe you watched that horror film with the doll."

"I don't even watch movies!" Within my angry words, the memories in that realm plagued me; it felt as if I would soon be dragged back to that place. "Director, I am one of W.O.O.T.'s top spies because I don't entertain distractions. Why would I gain from going to the cinema?"

"Maybe you decided to change your hobbies. And I understand that. You neede a change in your life. The stuff you have witnessed since you joined the agency is-"

"I was in the werewolf realm. I met the Lycan King," I maintained my argument. I won't allow him to call me crazy. "I was carrying out my mission as planned."

"Doctor, please," Director Hayes signalled to the other man in the room, "I think she needs a scan. She keeps saying weird things."

"I am not!" I jumped out of bed. "I am not crazy! I know what I am saying!"

"Just calm down, Agent Annatoria."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" I grabbed the IV drip stand next to me and threatened to poke someone's eyes with it. "I won't calm down when you are refusing to listen to me!"

"Please, Doctor. Find a way to relax her. She needs to rest."

"Don't touch me! Don't -" I could not fight the hands that held me down and forced me to lie on the bed. "I said-"

"Please, Agent Annatoria," the doctor said. "You need to close your eyes for a few hours. Once you wake up, you will realise that you are back in reality."

Are these fuckers trying to say that I am mistaking imagination for fucking reality? When I know what I dealt with in that werewolf land?

These... fucking idiots.

Why are they not listening to me?

Why are they trying to make me look crazy?

Wait a minute...

I must be dreaming!

That's it. That Lycan must have found a way to reach into my subconscious.

Is this his way of crushing my soul bit by bit?

This means I never left that castle. Oh God. Maybe I am still between his icy thighs, waiting for my terrible fate to happen.