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Maybe it was an infection of some kind or just stress going to his head, but Ethan had been feeling a bit… Strange, since his first encounter with the lycans. Hungrier, more impulsive, weird feelings in his stomach at any less-than-painful contact...

It was easy to ignore at first, what with everything going on, but by the time he’d defeated Moreau, the physical changes were becoming too drastic not to notice- pointed ears, sharper canines, longer nails- even the beginning of a tail forming at the bottom of his spine, making it painfully obvious he wasn’t entirely human anymore.

Still, when had Ethan ever given a shit about himself? The only thing on his mind was getting his hands on that last flask and fixing his daughter- that was all that mattered.

And so he ventured on, ignoring the strange looks he got from the Duke as he set off once more. That bastard Heisenberg had pointed him in the direction of a stronghold on the outskirts of town, and while he didn’t trust the man for obvious reasons, he didn’t exactly have any other leads, so… To the stronghold he went, for better or for worse.

Despite the chilly winter air and his now ragged clothes, he was feeling… Unusually warm as he trudged along the path, wiping the sweat from his brow as he resisted the urge to take his jacket off. Maybe he had a fever, he’d been running around in the snow without any proper protection after all, it wouldn’t be a stretch… Something told him that wasn’t the case, but he ignored it- something he would come to regret.

Finding his way through the wooden walkways and tunnels, trying to figure out where he was supposed to go, he wasn’t surprised to run into his fair share of lycans. They were everywhere, always getting in his way for no real reason other than their unrestrained instinct for violence- but something was… Different about the lycans he met on his way to the stronghold. They still pounced, but there was a different kind of hunger in their eyes when they stared him down, their teeth seeming to try and find less lethal places to sink in.

The fire burning within him only grew more intense at each encounter, making it progressively harder to focus as his body seemed to want to just give in. It was like an itch he wanted to scratch, but he just didn’t know how. Not that it mattered, Ethan managed to blow their heads off either way, but it was a bit unnerving, to say the least.

Unfortunately for him, he would only run into more and more of them, and his condition certainly wasn’t getting any better.

By the time he reached where Heisenberg had directed him he had tied his jacket around his waist and rolled up his sleeves, trying his best to cool down without doing anything too unreasonable. He paused to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his face once more before properly entering, his stomach dropping as he realized where the final lord had led him- what he could only assume was the lycan den.

Fuck.

He was already running low on ammo, and he certainly didn’t have enough to take care of the swarm of monsters awaiting him. He couldn’t just stop now though, the life of his daughter was hanging in the balance here. He would go on, no matter how dangerous it was. He would just have to try and get out of here as quickly as possible, only shoot when necessary…

Pistol in hand, he braced himself for the inevitable onslaught of tooth and claw, heading down the stairs and making his way into the belly of the beast.

Of course, there were snarling lycans around every corner lying in wait for him. He was almost immediately overwhelmed by the sheer number of them, trying to push his way past as many as possible, putting a bullet in any that managed to get too close, but they just kept coming, seemingly with no end. It was a battle he wasn’t sure he could win, especially with how exhausted he was.

Fleeting hope sparked in him as he spotted a red barrel- a keg of gunpowder. If he could just shoot that, it might blow enough of them away to allow for his escape…

That hope died the moment he turned to aim, a tackle from behind sending him crashing to the ground, pistol skidding a few feet away- no possible way for him to reach it when he was pinned down like this. Ethan wasn’t the type to give up, even in the worst of times, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t wriggle out from underneath the heavy body on top of him, helplessly trapped on his stomach.

It didn’t help that his body temperature was rising to the extreme, feeling like he was burning alive from the inside out- blame it on overexertion or the body heat coming from the pack of lycans, but either way, the warmth coursing through his veins was making his muscles feel… Weaker.

“Gh… G-get off…”

He tried, but to no avail- lycans cared not for words, and the mass on top of him refused to budge.

God damn it, was this really how he was about to go?

He closed his eyes, waiting for a bite to the jugular, his skull to be shattered against the floor, anything- but instead, he found he was just held down as the lycan pressed its face to the back of his neck, a low rumble in the back of its throat as it took in his scent. Maybe it was just enjoying his fear before it devoured him, Ethan thought, until the hot breath on his skin was paired with something stiff pressing against his rear.

What. The. Fuck.

Under normal circumstances his blood would’ve ran cold with fear, but instead he only felt more feverish, stomach doing somersaults as he writhed and squirmed in weak attempts to free himself. What the hell was wrong with him…? Why did he almost want this? And why had the lycans suddenly changed their attitude to such a degree in the first place?

He managed to get one arm out from under him, stretching towards the gun, however the harsh grip that wrapped around his throat promptly froze him in place, silently threatening to crush his windpipe should he continue to struggle.

As much as his mind was screaming at him to fight, his body again just wanted to comply, going limp under the hand of the beast. It was better to endure this and live to see another day, he rationalized, trying once again to explain away the twisting heat forming in his gut. Just get through this, then he could go get that flask.

The lycan on top of him wasted no time in beginning to grind against his ass once he’d stopped resisting, and the friction only fanned the heat of the flames. He was disgusted by the flush burning across his face and down his neck- by the tent that was starting to form at the front of his pants. He shouldn’t be getting off on this, not when he looked up and saw the whole pack had gathered around him, their stares lecherous and glazed over with desire.

This was dangerous, not to mention the fact he was straight, or at least, he’d thought he was for his entire life. He was married to a woman, he had a child, there was no way he could be anything else… But here he was, unable to deny his arousal despite the cognitive dissonance surrounding it.

Of course, it didn’t take long for the lycan atop the blonde to decide that it needed more. It was almost a relief as he felt his belt being roughly tugged and the fabric of his jeans being torn down, the cool air feeling good against his overheated body.

His mind was so fuzzed over that he hardly processed the fact that the monstrous man had practically ripped his boxers apart in the process, but he didn’t have time to think about that- not when the other lycans had sprung into action, claws easily cutting through the obstructive hoodie and undershirt and leaving him stark naked.

Maybe he should’ve been worried about what the hell he was going to wear once he got out of here, but there were more pressing matters on his mind. With nothing more standing in the way, the lycan sunk his claws into the supple flesh of Ethan’s thighs, eliciting a quiet squeak out of the man.

Lying here, exposed and vulnerable under the intense gaze of a whole pack, the heat in his core burning hot enough to scorch out the last of his rational thoughts, leaving him with pure instinct and instinct alone- and his newfound instincts told him he needed this. Needed to put out the fire inside him.

The lycans were eager, but not entirely senseless- the one atop him seeming to sense his submission and move back a bit, sitting up and grabbing his hips. In one swift movement the entire lower half of his body was lifted up, the only warning of what was to come the hot, heavy breath alarmingly close to his hole. Ethan sucked in a sharp breath, before sloppy heat laved around his rim, a shudder running through his entire body at the feeling.

“O-ohh, fuck…”

He cursed, eyes fluttering shut as the beast lapped and sucked with abandon, digging in like it was starving and Ethan was its first meal in weeks. Pent up, the sheer enthusiasm of the lycan had Ethan unravelling beneath him in a pathetically short amount of time, healthy hand covering his mouth to try and silence the filthy moans being forced from his throat.

The squeak that left him as he felt its tongue push past his entrance was impossible to keep quiet though, pitiable and needy as he rocked his hips back against the intrusion, hiding his face in the crook of his arm. He hated how good it felt, hated the way the pleasure emanated through his entire body, making his head fuzzy and his toes curl. Hated the way every muscle screamed for more.

The lycan had made quick work of him, thighs and insides slick with spit- something Ethan was about to be very thankful for. His cock was throbbing and drooling pre by the time it pulled away, already so close to cumming from that alone despite his length remaining completely untouched.

With the brief absence of stimulation, he was allowed a moment to just breathe, but the reprieve was short-lived- the hungry lycans weren’t about to take it slow, after all. He knocked his forehead against the floor as he turned his head to look behind him, hearing the rustling of fabric. For a second he was snapped out of his haze, eyes widening at what he saw when the lycan discarded its own trousers-

Holy shit, it was big.

Still appeared to be human for the most part, so at least he knew what he was looking at, but he’d never done anything even close to this before. With Mia, things had always been… Normal, few and far between.

The panic it instilled in him was almost enough to bring him back to reality, but the tension melted away again as it began to rut against him, stiff cock slotting between his cheeks as it growled dangerously- in such little effort Ethan had been sent spiraling back into the depths of his heat, whimpering as he wordlessly begged for more, relaxing as much as he could.

The blunt tip pressed against the tight ring of muscle, a pathetic whine of anticipation rising from his chest, trying his best to prepare himself for what was to come, as impossible as that seemed. The lycan had no regard for his comfort, and as soon as the tip was allowed to pop in it yanked Ethan’s hips closer, forcing its entire length inside in one fluid motion.

The blonde practically screamed, jolting as its fat cock brute forced its way past his prostate, jolting violently as both pleasure and pain wracked his entire body.

“Fu-uuuck-!”

The lycan paused for just a moment, panting and drooling as it reveled in how tight his virgin hole was. Ethan was practically squealing, nails desperately trying to gain purchase on the floor- it was only a matter of seconds before Ethan came hard, crying out as he made a mess of the ground beneath him, his vision whiting out as he nearly saw stars.

He felt so full, stuffed to the brink of breaking… The lycan didn’t seem to notice or care though, pulling out a few inches only to slam back into him, retching another cry out of the man. The pace set by the beast was already brutal, fucking into him without any care for the other, leaving him squirming and gasping for air.

It seemed the other lycans were becoming tired of waiting for their turn in the meantime, a clawed hand tangling in his hair and yanking his head up, taking advantage of his open mouth and forcing its cock down his throat. It growled at the feeling of his warm, wet throat, the vibrations of his every noise only egging it on.

Ethan gagged and teared up, not expecting that and already completely overwhelmed from being fucked mercilessly from behind- all he could do was try and relax his throat as much as possible, moaning around the huge length in his mouth as he was pounded from both ends.

“Mmh..-!”

Despite the initial pain, there was a twist of shame in his gut as he briefly realized how easy it was for him to lean into the role he was given. How easy it was to just be a toy to these things, let himself become nothing more than a hole. Far less painful than everything else he’d experienced both today and in Louisiana, far less responsibility…

He didn’t have to do a single thing, just sit back and let himself be used. He could just… let himself go.

The thrusts from behind became shorter, and to Ethans surprise he could feel part of its cock begin to swell, making it harder and harder for the lycan to pull out without hurting him, having at last coaxed his knot to fruition.

Realizing it was close, it plunged itself as deep inside of him as possible, filling Ethan to the brim with hot seed, leaking down his trembling thighs before the lycan even pulled out. Satisfied at last, the first lycan at last backed off, leaving the man completely broken and thoroughly bred.

Not that Ethan was anywhere near being done. No, there were still plenty of lycans that wanted their turn.

He barely even had a minute to let his abused hole recover, still gagging as he was ruthlessly facefucked, before yet another lycan mounted him, not giving him any warning or further preparation- not that he needed it anyways, he was practically gaping at this point, greedily taking every inch.

What was worse than the nonstop assault, however, was how Ethan craved it, feverishly accepting everything that was given to him and more. Just once wasn’t enough, he needed to be bred over and over again- and that was exactly what he’d get.

There was so much going on that it was impossible to focus on any one sensation, hardly noticing the surrounding beasts clawing at his skin and lapping up the blood, just wanting a taste. Nor did he notice those that were getting themselves off to the sight, covering him in scratches and hot, sticky seed.

Ethan let out a muffled whine as he felt the cock in his mouth twitch, signaling that it was close to release, squeezing his eyes shut as the lycan forced him to take it to the base, choking on the thick ropes that shot out, trying his best to swallow every last drop- however it was a bit hard when the lycan behind him was slamming into his prostate.

Despite his best efforts, there was just too much, cum dribbling from the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips to catch the remainder of it as his mouth was finally freed, his voice completely ruined from the crude blowjob, if it could even be called that.

He was at least allowed to breathe and cry out freely as another orgasm ambushed him and shook him to his core, feeling as if his blood were boiling. The ceaseless pounding kept him from ever truly coming down from his high, tongue lolling stupidly out of his mouth as a constant stream of broken sounds filled the open air, eyes rolled back in perpetual bliss.

“A-aah- please f-fuck-!”

Of course, they couldn’t just let him sit back and enjoy it for too long- where was the fun in that? Rough claws yanked at his hair again, a feeling he was numb to at this point, taking advantage of his exposed tongue and forcing his face down, right above a puddle of cum.

They didn’t need to use words, Ethan knew exactly what they wanted him to do, and he complied without a hint of hesitation aside from the slight crinkling of his nose. His stomach was already full of it, after all, what was a little more? He lapped up the puddle like an obedient dog, eager to please the pack surrounding him.

It was a seemingly endless cycle, stuffed and filled over and over again, having become a mere cumdump for the entire pack- however many that was. Minutes and hours all melted together in his mind, brain completely fried by the constant overstimulation. He didn’t even mind the way he was being passed around, mind completely blank as they tested his limits, seeing just how much would fit inside him.

Ethan had no idea how long it was before he’d managed to satiate the rest of the pack, but needless to say he was exhausted, left on the floor as the satisfied lycans left the scene to go and rest, and the heat within him was finally extinguished.

Were he in his right mind he might’ve tried to escape, now that the lycans had let their guard down, however he couldn’t bring himself to even move, every muscle in his body absolutely drained of any energy he had left.

As unsafe as it was, he passed out right then and there, sleep hitting him like a freight train after the day he’d had.

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Heisenberg wasn’t exactly the caring type, but when he noticed how long it was taking Ethan to come and get the final flask, he was admittedly a little concerned. He knew Ethan was strong enough to overcome any of the obstacles he’d put in his way, after getting through the other three lords- so what exactly had stopped him…?

Whether the man was dead or alive, he at least wanted to know for sure- surprises were the last thing he wanted during his showdown with Miranda.

Tired of waiting around, he made his way to the den, figuring if anywhere would cause him trouble it would be there, with the mass amount of lycans just waiting to pounce.

He wasn’t sure what he expected to see- maybe the torn apart flesh and bone of the man, or if he were being optimistic maybe he was just resting- but the moment he stepped into the stronghold he knew something was amiss. It was eerily quiet, and when he sniffed the air it smelled less of blood and more of… Something dirtier. A scent he often caught wind of during spring, making this even more odd.

He furrowed his brows as he made his way down the stairs, eyes widening behind his sunglasses as he saw what happened, everything clicking into place. Those telltale lycan features, the now-slumbering beasts, Ethan unconscious on the floor…

He honestly felt a little bad- that was an extremely rough way for anyone to get through their heat, much less their first when they likely hardly understood the concept.

“Bit off a little more than you could chew, Winters?”

Heisenberg does his usual taunting, though his voice is much quieter than is typical of him. If he was in deep enough sleep that he wouldn’t wake up at Heisenberg’s presence, then he should just let him rest. He wanders closer, kneeling beside him as he looked over his body. He was absolutely covered in cum and claw marks, however… He was hard pressed to find a single bite mark. Interesting…

Calloused hands cupped Ethan’s face in a surprisingly gentle way, causing the blondes eyes to flutter open- conscious, but it was easy to tell that that the lights weren’t quite on upstairs, head completely empty. He cracked a wry smile, thumb wiping away dirt and seed from his cheek.

“Poor papa… They did a real number on you, didn’t they?”

He mused, tutting and shaking his head a bit as his eyes scanned over Ethan’s abused body. Even upon taking a closer look, he could see that none of the lycans had made a claiming bite on the man- just used him and tossed him to the side. He almost felt bad, but in the long run, it was better that way. Wouldn’t bode well to be claimed by some mindless beast, after all- and it meant that Heisenberg still had a chance.

“Though, not a single one of them tried to keep you. Guess none of them wanted a half-breed mutt, hm?”

He teased, enjoying the vague flicker of confusion on his otherwise blank expression. He wasn’t wrong, though, Ethan was only really half-lycan at this point, not a suitable mate for any fully transformed lycan. Heisenberg, on the other hand, was only partially lycan as well- lucky him. It was endearing, anyways, the pointy ears and the half-formed tail… Cute, even.

Looking at his bare and pliant body, Heisenberg would admit that he was tempted to take a bit of Winters for himself, however he had more self control than the maddened monsters that had gotten to him first. He could only imagine how tired the man was, how sore he felt- he was no angel, but he would let him rest for now. He wanted Ethan to trust him, after all.

Leaning down and lifting the blonde to meet him, he rested his face in the crook of his neck for a moment, nosing him in an affectionate, almost apologetic manner, before opening his mouth and sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of the junction between his neck and shoulder, claiming him for his own. Couldn’t very well risk the poor man running into a lycan with lower standards, after all- that, and the more selfish motivator of Heisenberg’s interest.

There was no response from the other aside from a quiet wince of pain, closing his eyes once again and tilting his head, giving the machinist better access to his neck. Something that could’ve been lethal if Heisenberg hadn’t grown to like him, or if he were anything like Alcina, but he got the feeling that Ethan couldn’t care less in his drowsy state. Made the lord feel a strange sense of protectiveness for a moment.

Those were feelings he could unpack later, though. For now, he needed to get Ethan somewhere safe- safer than here, at least. Letting out a light sigh as he watched Winters drift off to sleep again, he took off his own jacket, carefully slipping in on the other before picking him up, strong arms not struggling for a second, the smaller being incredibly easy to carry.

He’d help him clean up after he was more awake, but for now he’d just put him to bed once they reached his quarters- he deserved a good, long night of sleep for what he’d been through, and he would make sure he got it. He’d need it for tomorrow, anyways.