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Lyca’s been acting... strange lately. Well, more than usual anyway. Ever since you’ve been reassigned to Obscuary for a last-second case, his behavior has gotten more aggressive. You’re reflecting on the week while twiddling your pencil in the anomalous biology class. The distant chatter of an overtired Hyde is foggy in your ears as you’re clouded in thought.
“There are all kinds of anomalous creatures you can come across, so let’s start with something you all would know…” Hyde drags on.
Lyca has been so snappy at Rui and Edward but cold towards you. He’ll barely look you in the eyes. After every investigation for this case so far, he also stomped up to his room and slammed his door. Could it be the full moon that’s caught this attitude?
“Anomalies who have the biology of creatures in the normal world will normally take on their attributes. Werewolves would have similar mating cycles to their wolf counterparts, making them much more territorial-” The class makes a disgusted groan at the subject mentioned, earning a sigh from Hyde. “Or it could just be something as small as anomalies who share attributes with a flower would bask in the sunlight to regain energy, making them vulnerable…”
It has to be something with the upcoming full moon. Or did you act weirdly and earn the cold shoulder? Rethinking it, you don’t feel Lyca would even know what a cold shoulder would entail. He would be straightforward if something were wrong.
The bell pierces through your thoughts, waking you from your anxieties. You sigh looking at your phone, knowing it is time to head over to Obscuary to deal with the case. Packing up your stuff, you walk out of the class, heading over to the house’s woods.
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Walking through the dark woods to Obscuary always felt unsettling. Usually one of the boys would escort you from class, but both Rui and Edward had their excuses; Rui was making more plant wine and Edward was watching YouTube (you didn’t feel like trying to argue with him). Lyca wasn’t answering his phone though, which was frustrating because now you had to tread through the eerie woods alone.
You cautiously walked through the crunching leaves on the moonlit path towards the house. Fidgeting with your sweater, you tried to shake the feeling someone was watching you. It’s probably just these creepy woods getting to me… you think to yourself.
The beaten path filled with sticks continues ahead, with no sign of the house in sight. You’re glad you’ve memorized the diorama the professor gave to you; otherwise, you’d be long lost. You’re brought out of your thoughts to a stick snapping behind you. You whip your head around, your heart beating hard in your chest. Your eyes dart for a sign of something.
There’s nothing… All you can see are the bushes, tall trees, and leaves scattered around. You breathe a deep sigh of relief, pushing the anxiety out of your body with your air, and return to the path ahead. “No creatures or anomalies to eat me; I’m fine,” you assure yourself quietly, but something eating at you is saying to stay on guard—that you should hide now .
You chalk it up to the fright from earlier and walk a little faster. Cursing at the boys for leaving you alone, you try to think of the ways you could punish them. You could find a way to ruin Ed’s YouTube feed by logging into his account with his easy-to-guess password. Punishing Lyca would be easy; you would hide a speaker somewhere that plays little tapping noises, so every time he tries to sleep, it’ll drive him crazy with his hyper-sensitive ears. Lastly, you feel like punishing Rui isn’t fair though; he always does the work around there, and he had a genuine reason not to be able to.
Snap . You jump at the noise and look down to see the source of the sound. You’re the one who stepped on the stick this time. Laughing to yourself, you go to keep walking until you hear a low growl.
Ok, that was certainly something this time , thoughts racing around your head, searching for the source of the growl. You spot a pair of glowing golden pupils in the brush. You did not want to be anomaly food today, but what are you supposed to do? Do you hide? Do you run? All you know is that being frozen won’t help the situation.
You go to begin running towards the house, and something pounces to strike as you look away. That split-second view gives you enough time to duck. Grey fur leaps over where your body originally was, and the body lands a few feet away. The creature snarls at you, and all previous thoughts are replaced with one thought, one word. Run .
You scamper from your crouched pose into a full-blown sprint, refusing to become this creature's meal. Your chest heaves for air over and over as your feet push against the ground, breaking the leaves on the path. You refuse to look back to see how close the animal is behind you, only focusing on getting to the mansion of Obscuary.
You hear the quadruped feet get closer as you realize you may not be able to outrun the animal snarling behind you. The only way you’ll be able to make it out of this is if you wait for him to strike and change your path.
You wait for the footsteps to come closer, and then a growl of pride showing it almost caught up to you. It’s ready to pounce for its dinner. The creature leaps off the ground at you, and you duck again. The animal tumbles this time, not expecting to have been outsmarted, howling at you with his huge maw. You spend no time looking, only taking off away from the path, not caring if you get lost. You only want to survive.
You run through the dark woods, pushing branches away from your face. The further you go, the less moonlight shines through the canopy of the trees. Through your heaving breath from the adrenaline of running, you realize the sound of other feet besides your own has stopped. Running behind a tree, you lean against it, close your eyes, and focus on steadying your breath. You cough hard, having run far off the path to the mansion for a long time. I finally lost him. you breathe deeply in relief. However, letting down your guard now could be the worst choice to make.
Continuing to steady your breathing, you peek your head out from behind the tree back towards the direction you came from. You scan for any sign of the animal with your heartbeat in your ears. All you see in front of you are the leaves and the occasional fallen tree shed in pieces of moonlight.
Then you hear it... The sound of a panting creature above you. Slowly looking up, you see the gray fur coating its face and ears, but it also lightened the closer you got to its hungry, fiery eyes and drooling snout. You freeze in fear, your heart coming to a halt. You’re done. There’s no way you’d survive being its meal. It pins your chest against the tree, growling as you see the claws on each side of your head. Gazing at them, you finally see what you couldn’t while running: the black sleeves the wolf was wearing over a purple sweatshirt.
“Lyca…?” you shakily say. His hot breath comes to your ear, and he growls almost... with an affirming inflection? His fur-covered claws move to your waist, and you feel your heart in your throat. The sharp nails dig into your skin, and you wince in pain. Lyca makes a whining noise as he sniffs at your neck, then tosses you over his shoulder with a yelp from you.
"Lyca, put me down!” You smack his shoulders with your fists, which seem so tiny compared to him when he’s in his wolf form. He seems to make a strange laugh in response, as well as he can with a muzzle. It’s strange he hasn’t tried to attack you like last time there was a full moon on a mission, but he’s instead walking off with you thrown over his shoulder.
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Having given up on trying to wiggle out of his grasp, you lay over his shoulder limp. You can’t make much conversation with him either because he can barely say a word in this form. It seems he has taken you back to the path earlier, and you start to see the path change into a more familiar one. Curious, you lift your head to see where he has taken you, and lo and behold, the mansion is just up ahead.
"Ok, I know this has been fun for you, but it’s time to put me down! I can walk from here inside-“ Lyca’s snarl cuts off your sentence as he bares his teeth at you. “Or don’t! That’s ok too…” You know he wouldn’t eat you alive, but there’s still a chance he’s aggressive, especially from that reaction.
The door to Obscuary slams open as Lyca walks inside. A sweet voice rings out from the kitchen: "Oh, Lyca, you’re back! I was looking for our lovely honor student, but she’s nowhere to be seen.” Oh, maybe Rui can help me with this beast. But Lyca is walking away from the kitchen and up the stairs, growling protectively.
"Listen, I know you’re grouchy because tonight’s a full moon, but that’s no way to respond to me; come eat something-" Rui walks out of the kitchen trailing off his sentence as he sees Lyca carrying you up the rest of the stairs. You wave at him, scared to speak in case it would make Lyca angry.
“Hey! You can’t be taking her off somewhere! We need to finish the-“ Lyca bares his teeth and barks at Rui, who stops in his tracks, knowing that means to stay the fuck away; this one’s mine .
He reaches the top of the stairs and walks over to his room with you still over his shoulder, crashing open the door. Lyca throws you down onto what seems to be his bed, but it’s covered in clothes wrapped in a nest-like shape. His room is a mess . It feels like more of a den than a room right now, and you see him walking off to one of the corners of his room, digging for something in the piles of items.
“Lyca, what’s gotten into you?” You ask the beast, who seems to slowly go back to being human-formed now that he’s been entirely out of the moonlight for a bit. His gray and blonde hair is disheveled with his ears poking out of the top, twitching above the pile he’s digging through. You also see his blonde-tipped tail make tiny swishes from side to side in focus. His digging abruptly stops, and his head rises from the pile with a sweatshirt in his teeth.
Lyca walks over to you and drops it on your lap, where you're sitting in the middle of the nested bed. He stares at you, gauging your reaction with his tail still in curiosity.
“Thank you…?” You say holding the sweatshirt in your hands. It smells intensely of Lyca, which you have grown to enjoy with spending so much time with him in the past. He huffs in approval of your response and begins pulling off his clothes.
You scramble to cover your eyes and squeak, “Lyca, what are you doing?! Don’t start taking your clothes off!” You keep hearing him rustle to pull off his shirt, then you feel his hands roughly pull yours away from your eyes and pin them onto the bed.
You feel the intense heat radiating from him, inches away from you. His toned chest is rising and falling as you look up to see the crazed yellow hunger in his eyes. You then begin to recall what you half heard in class earlier today:
“ Werewolves would have similar mating cycles to their wolf counterparts, making them much more territorial.” Hyde’s voice rings in your memories. All the dots begin to connect as Lyca’s behavior becomes explained.
“Lyca… Are you in rut?” You gently say to him. His ears push back, and he scoffs at you, letting you go. He returns to digging in one corner of his room while you get up to go after him.
You have cared about him a lot ever since you found him after following Subaru to the cell he was being held in. You didn’t want him to go through anything alone again, whether it be dealing with the other judgmental students or this. Your heart almost yearned for him.
You walk over to Lyca gingerly and put your hand on his back gently. He whips around to meet your face growling, fear in his eyes. You put your hands up in response and say, “Listen, I just want to help you through this. Tell me how to help you.”
Lyca’s eyes wander, refusing to meet yours. He finally, in a deep tone, responds for the first time today, “I don’t think you want that.” He turns away with a huff, returning to his digging.
This time, you grab his arm and reassure him, “I do. Whatever it entails.”
His head whips and his golden eyes meet yours, with his ears turned downwards. His eyes display all the desire you could imagine and a tinge of worry as he puts his hand over yours on his other arm. “I promise,” you whisper.
That must have been the magic words, because as soon as those words ring out of your mouth, his ears perk back up and his tail begins to wag. His breathing gets heavier, and then he pounces on you, pinning you onto his nested bed. You hadn't realized before, but the nested bed has a couple of the sweatshirts you had thought you’d forgotten in class during the week. This had been a nest for you two all along, he had made.
His mouth meets yours in a frenzied kiss as he gropes you everywhere he has a chance to touch. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as you both kiss deeply. His sharp canine teeth dig into your lower lip for permission to kiss you further, and you oblige, opening your mouth for him to ravage with his tongue. His warmth feels heavenly as he covers you in his scent and claims every inch of your mouth.
You feel him begin to grow down there, even further against your own heat. You whine a bit as Lyca changes his attack to your neck, biting and sucking it in a frenzy. Your quiet moans fill the room as he humps against you, holding your legs open with his knees, seeking every bit of friction and feeling of your body he can achieve. His sharp teeth hurt when he begins to bite that sweet spot on your neck, but it feels wonderful at the same time, especially when he begins lapping up the spots in apology.
Both of you breathe heavily as the room feels hot and mixed with the scents of both of your sweat. You whine as you feel Lyca start to tug at your shirt, but he refuses to let you get up, still grinding against you. He huffs against your ear in frustration and just decides to rip open your shirt and bra with his claws.
"Lyca, those are my class clothes-” He cuts you off by sucking your chest, which makes you moan instead of keep complaining, your head tossing back into the bed. He’s still dry humping against you as he leaves welts in the shape of his mouth against your torso, growling into your skin. He makes sure to mark every inch of your body, claiming you like his mate. You feel his nails rip into your leggings, leaving red scratch marks on the skin under them. He leaves your clothes a mess, tossing the pieces to the side, and all that remains is your ripped leggings.
His hungry and dilated eyes meet yours for permission. He looks so perfect right now. His dripping muscles pining your legs up, his scarred chest, his messy hair. Every bit of it makes you want more. You nod your head in permission.
His nails rip open the center of your leggings, going through your underwear, too. You gasp as he practically picks you up to meet his mouth, folding you almost like a pretzel with your knees bent near your head. His claws sink into your thighs as he dives into your wet heat, lapping it up with his tongue. You moan loudly, not caring who hears, grabbing Lyca’s hair as he licks and sucks your clit like crazy.
You’ve never felt this good, feeling the gentle scrape of his canine teeth now and then while he licks it up and down like he hasn’t eaten for days. You’re moaning nonstop as you run your fingers through his hair, watching him eat you out. As you graze your fingers against his ears, you see his piercing eyes roll back in pleasure, and you feel the soft fur between your fingers. Lyca uses one hand to hold your bent body all the way across and reaches one hand down to his pants and unbuckles them, pulling out his length. The hums in pleasure, as he pumps his cock, feels heavenly against you. He’s getting off to eating you out, sticking his tongue into your hole, then licking back up to the clit. Watching him pleasure himself by eating you alive gets you closer to the edge.
“Ah, Lyca, you’re getting me close,” you whine, eyes rolling, and grab his hair tightly at the base. He growls, letting go of his length, and fully focuses on eating you out, dipping one finger inside you as he has you folded with your legs pried open. He thrusts his finger, curling it inside, being careful not to scrape you while fingerfucking you. The pressing of his calloused finger pads hits all of the right spots as your breath quickens. The combination of his mouth sucking hard on your clit and his lanky finger thrusting in and out of you is too much, as he makes sure to drive you over the edge as your legs squeeze against his head. Your eyes are filled with stars as you twitch against his mouth, moaning his name loudly as he laps up every drop of wetness that comes from your orgasm. He keeps licking, trying to earn more from you as you whine in overstimulation.
“Lyca, please, I need you," You whine, pulling his hair toward you. He lets go of the fold he had you pinned in and pulls your legs toward him as he moves to the edge of the bed, growling in hunger. He pushes your legs open again and licks his lips as he lines up to enter you. His toned body leans over top of yours, his hair sticking to his face as he pants. Only now do you realize how big he is compared to you and how big he is down there . His thick cock is twitching, leaking precum into his hand as he eagerly lines up to meet your opening.
“Wait, I don’t think that’s gonna fit-” you squeak as he pushes into you slowly and growls as it goes deeper in. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, and your hands search for something to grab as he tries to slowly fill you to the brim. Having eaten you out before making this a little easier, as he filled you and you moaned. His claws dig into your soft thighs as the base finally meets your opening. Your eyes water a little bit, and Lyca licks away the little tears that come from them, making you smile. Even though he may be a beast, he still cares about how you’re doing.
His beseeching eyes meet yours as you whine and grind against him to signal him to move. The first few slow thrusts stretch you to the brink, making you gasp for air, but then you start to feel the pleasure as he pulls out and slams back into you again. You whine out obscenities, dragging your nails along his back, making sure to leave your mark on him. He feels the shallow scratches and starts to thrust faster, pushing your legs further into you. He leans forward as he moans into your ear to get a better angle, which earns a loud moan from you. Seeing your response, he begins to pound that spot, pushing your legs up towards your head into a mating press. He pulls out his whole length and then slams it back in quickly, over and over as you chant his name.
Lyca’s growls in your ear become more needy and change to frustration. “Need more...” he huffs out as he takes your two legs, pulling them to the edge of the bed, and flips you around. Being so cock drunk, you don’t care how much he manhandles you as long as you get more , so you whimper in acceptance as he pulls you into the air from under your armpits, forcing you to wrap around him as he drops you on his shaft. The deepness feels even better than before as you see him stare at you, eyes glazed over with lust.
He’s growling and whining at the harsh movements and then begs, “Please let me breed you, please, please." His whining and hot breath in your sensitive ears make you shiver. You grab his hair to look into his eyes and breathe out a weak “Breed me, Lyca!”
His thrusts become deeper as you feel him grow inside you more. His growling is practically turning into howling as you feel fuller than before, and he bites down hard on your neck, drawing blood. You yell his name as he keeps trying to thrust into you with his knot, filling you with his hot liquid with every pulse of it. His cock is twitching inside you as he makes one final push, making you gasp for air and filling you entirely with his knot. His panting can be felt against your skin through his teeth as your eyes water at how stretched you feel.
Lyca’s pained growling from forcing his knot into you slows, and he drops with you onto the bed, releasing you from his mouth while his hands are wrapped around you. Both of your chests are heaving after the intensity of the sex the two of you just had. You go to remove him from inside you, but you whine as it hurts to move. Lyca’s eyes shoot open in worry as he sighs and pulls you close to his chest.
“Gonna be stuck like this for a while,” he says, nuzzling into your neck.