The predator grounds
Vilkas x reader
Warnings: Forced heats/ruts, gore, eventual smut, claiming, violence, AOB, Skyrim things, angst, intimacy
There’s nothing but sweet silence. You figure everyone’s either sleeping still or out and Farkas forgot to wake you up with his horrid singing. Usually the bed isn’t this cold, hell Jorrvaskr seems to be warmed everywhere even in winter, now though…
There’s a breeze over your body, wind, how in the divines is there wind inside?
“Wake up” you think you dream it the sound of Kodlaks voice echoing in your mind before it shouts again.
“WAKE UP!” You jolt upwards the sounds spilling in, your surroundings making you reach for your sword. You don’t recognise this place, no place in Skyrim has sky’s this eerie and green hued, the moon so full and big you could touch it. The wind makes you shiver, the scents on the wind make your nose scrunch. You stare at the on going forest in front of you, the eerie darkness the sounds of critters and howls. You check yourself for wounds and find none, surely you didn’t die in your sleep and Hircine has claimed you. You are healthy, were maybe.
“Arise” you freeze at the deep voice and look to the horizon on your right in the clearing. There he stands the father of beasts himself.
“Hircine” you mutter frowning as a butterfly goes by you.
“Your pack is here, join them” he gestures to the forest in front of you. Your bones begin to crack, your skin falls off to let fur come through. You break off your cry with a howl and take off into the woods. There’s warmth flooding you, the need for the hunt filling you and you chase those familiar smells of your pack. When you get there though it isn’t your pack, there’s a dead woman on the ground, her clothes are torn, her neck bitten and bleeding and the scent of an alpha on her body. You hear a laugh, evil and maniacal before a booming voice echos over the land.
“THIS IS MY REALM” you look to the sky an echoing book sounding out but nothing happening.
“Whoops” another voice echos in giggles, older and high pitched. Your body changes again the pain flaring as you end on your knees shaking and panting.
“I’m sorry my child” you hear in your mind as a searing pain hits your back. It feels like a hot metal against skin and you let out a small sob.
You take a moment to gather yourself, you’re sweating a lot, your thighs feel sticky. You crawl over to the woman wincing at the claw marks on her body. The scent of a wild alpha in rut sticking to her form. You hear soft growls behind you and turn reaching for your sword that isn’t there. You see the werewolf in front of you, dark brown fur, blue eyes a scar over the left eyebrow.
“Vilkas?” You question as he begins to change back groans leaving his lips as he kneels naked on the ground. He cries out too and you rush over to him seeing the mark on his back, a mark of Hircine. You lay a hand on his back instantly regretting it at the sharp look he gives you along with the tingling feeling going up your arm. You shudder at the intense gaze of the alpha and back away a little.
“Have you seen anyone else?” You ask covering yourself with your arms and hands awkwardly as the alpha adverts his eyes. You take a small breath, body shuddering at the scent of Vilkas, alpha in rut. Gods he smells divine.
“Just that poor soul” you say as he looks to the dead woman.
“What’s happening?” He asks and you struggle with an answer.
“I don’t know, I heard Hircine, saw him, then I was forced to change and came here saying you and the rest of the pack were here” you explain trying to keep your eyes off the naked alpha before you.
“Where’s my brother?” He mutters looking out to the never ending forest around you.
“I don’t know I woke up a few moments ago” you explain body shaking.
“Probably best” he whispers.
“Where are we?” He adds.
“I don’t know Vilkas!” You don’t mean to snap at him, but your body feels in overtime.
“It’s alright pup” he says in that ever calm voice of his and you want to punch him.
“I am not a pup, neither is any of this alright do not lie to me” you take a small breath turning away from the alpha and back to the woman. You feel bad for what you’re about to do, but she has clothes on, clothes that should fit you but probably not Vilkas. You say a small prayer before you take her shirt and pants, she still has her undergarments thankfully. You close her eyes giving a small bow of your head before you hear another howl. It isn’t familiar and it has you inching back to the safety of your shield brother. You hear footsteps and both you and Vilkas are on high alert before you spot a familiar shape. Farkas still has his clothes on apparently not being forced to shift like you or Vilkas.
“Brother!” He calls before his eyes turn to yours. The look Farkas gives you isn’t one you’re used to from him, the burning hunger, the smell of his rut.
“Stay there!” Vilkas growls, up and in front of you making you frown.
“Vilkas-“ you go to say but he hushes you quickly.
“Do not come closer, I-“ Vilkas visibly shakes, the kind of shake you give when your wolf is just under your skin. There’s a growl from Farkas not a playful growl, a challenge growl. He’s shifting quickly as is Vilkas before they’re charging at each other like bulls. It happens too quickly and you can hear the sound of claws and teeth ripping through flesh before you snap.
“STOP!” Your voice is shaky but there’s a pause between the two of them and the larger wolf backs down. Vilkas stalks back to you making sure his brother doesn’t come any closer.
“Why in the hells are you fighting!? We-“ you shiver again head spinning a little, something gushing down your thigh, That’s why they’re fighting.
“Ok, I’m- I’m gonna walk away real slow over here” you mumble pointing in a random direction before you hurry to hide behind a tree. Your minds fuzzy and it seems everything’s caught up in your brain of you being in heat. Gods help you, it’d been so easy with the supply of heat suppressant potions coming to Jorrvaskr you truely don’t remember the last heat you had. Being surrounded by mostly alphas and betas it was the safer choice, not that any of them would hurt or force themselves on you.
“Wolfling?” Vilkas calls and you shake your head despite him not being able to see you. You see something flutter by your vision and look seeing another butterfly go by and off into the forest, the same older high pitched giggle filling your ears. Divines help you.