「Heat」
Masterlist AO3 Link Pairing: Remmick x Werewolf Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.5k
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Summary: Remmick finds a werewolf in heat; her pheromones make it impossible for him to ignore her, and his venom makes her uncharacteristically submissive. ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: Happy Birthday @werewolfhousewife! 🎁 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, slight noncon elements, cnc, intoxication, predator/prey dynamics, mild violence, knotting, monster fucking
Remmick smells the forest on you long before the coarse fur slinks into his vision. The moonlight drapes over you like a second coat, practically glowing where the light hits.
The wind changes direction, and from his hiding spot, Remmick's nostrils flare as his brows pinch. He had wrongly thought a regular wolf was passing through until he noticed that you weren't entirely walking like one. You prowl about on all fours, but in a way that's obvious that you are caught between human and something more feral. The difference in how the musk clings to the winter air should have given it away first. He ought to have guessed it long before you stand to release a drawn-out howl that weaves through the cold night.
A werewolf.
The first one that Remmick has encountered in quite some time, from what he can recall. He remains as still as a corpse as he watches you, hungrily sniffing the air. Clearly, you could smell him just as well, if not better, given how your mouth curls into a snarl that screams 'territorial'.
That reaction breaks Remmick's daze, already feeling his fingers defensively extend into long claws. The popping of the bones shifting alerts you to him, and there's a low rumble of a growl aimed at the vampire in response. Remmick sinks lower at the abrupt sound, fangs bared and ready, although something succeeds in distracting him. There was something he could not place about your scent; he had assumed the woody notes were from your time spent in whatever you pretend is your land. The sweet redolence of it made his mind feel strange, murky, somehow.
The hackles on your back raise as your chest continues to rumble; the unmoving threat lurking out of your vision makes it clear it was not leaving any time soon. Whatever it was, you were in no mood to allow it to wander freely here. Your head lowers, followed by your upper half as you approach the unfamiliar sounds of pops; distantly, they remind you of your own transformation. Despite the prey being covered by shrubs and trees, you hone in on any sounds at a micro level that would give away the position.
You find it.
If you could grin, you would have as you pounce through the leafy barrier, jaw open and ready. The man before you lets out a grunt as he leaps backwards, far quicker than any human can. You waste no time in attacking again, eager to get his neck in your jaws. Between every aggressive snarl and strike comes a pair of long, pointed claws to deflect you. Each of you seems to land blows, not drawing blood until your own claws rake over his thigh. It doesn't cut as deep as you'd have hoped, but it certainly makes him stumble back enough to instinctively know his stamina does not hold up to your own.
A vampire.
Heavy breaths, the ferocious clack of fangs and claws in the throes of violence; it all culminates with near-misses that would have otherwise snapped him in two. You seem about even in strength, but his speed is unmatched. He proves it when he dodges a would-be nasty bite to the face, followed by a heavy swipe at your side that hurls you into the thick bark of a tree. The collision gets a sharp cry from you, and when you scramble to all fours, he's already taken off.
You see him just ahead, seeming to push off from the ground and soar upwards in slow arcs over the forest floor. It feels like seconds before you're already on his trail, the beast half of you working overtime to keep his scent as you close in.
Remmick winces at the effort to become airborne, only managing small bursts rather than flying as he had before. The adrenaline pumping through him seems to mask the damage you must have given to his leg. It was nothing a little blood wouldn't fix, but it was a hindrance to him nonetheless. Though it certainly was not as distracting as your scent that had grown stronger during the scrap. It makes it harder to concentrate than necessary, to the point where Remmick ceases trying to fly, and instead opts to take cover behind a tree.
His brows draw tightly together at the heavy warmth, now morphing into arousal, gathering in his stomach. It wouldn't be a lie to say that Remmick was nervous; he was so used to being the only threat out in the open that he never considered crossing paths with another one. But then, he also can't understand why your scent was making him dizzy, or why his skin feels tight and unbearably warm. Even as the thundering of paws and stretched fingers against the ground approaches him, it doesn't dissipate.
Until it clicks in Remmick's head.
You must be in heat.
The thought makes Remmick laugh, actually laugh against the bark of the trunk at his bad luck. To not only find a werewolf by chance, but to find out that you could even affect him in such a way. No sooner does he think it, there's a twitch of his cock as your pheromones stir it to life.
The laughter that rips out of the man, no, not a man… It causes something to seethe within you, enough so that your keen ears pinpoint him almost immediately. By the time he spots you, you already throw your all into pinning him to the ground. The thud against dirt is loud between you, but he's stronger than you expect, holding you back enough so that your gnashing fangs are just shy of his windpipe. Through some sheer chance, and using the heavy roots of the tree as purchase, he grips your pelt as he pushes up with his feet to flip you both over.
With some effort, Remmick immediately sinks his fangs into your neck. You let out a yelp at the icy intrusion, your body shocked and frozen from the injury.
The blurred edge to your vision is almost instant as you feel your rage and form begin to recede together. No.
Remmick gags at the bitter taste coating his tongue, spitting it out onto the ground and for the first time in his undead life, finds himself unable to drink blood. His attention is wrenched back to you, staring with awe at the way your body starts to writhe underneath him. Remmick's brows remain furrowed as the fur somewhat recedes, enough that a more recognisably human form is revealed to him; the overbearingly sweet smell is a strong punch to his gut.
He notices the source of it, leaking from your already slick cunt. The sight is enough to cause drool to start pooling in his mouth uncontrollably, until it seeps past the corners of his lips. The pull of you is too strong for Remmick to ignore, and he doesn't fight the wave of arousal your scent causes. There's a look to you bordering on desperate as you clutch at your neck with a small whine; he hadn't expected a werewolf to look so… submissive. Enough for something to shift inside of him with a different sort of aggression.
He tries his luck now that you're not attacking. A smug feeling washes over Remmick as his cock stirs in his pants, thick and ready in response to you. "Poor thing… Lost little bitch wanderin' around in heat… Just beggin' to be fucked, aren't ya?"
Alarm bells ring in your mind with how he purrs down to you, and you feel a blaze under your skin with how right he is. It was only the third day of your heat, and you had been miserable for having no mate in sight to help you. The man rolls his hips down against yours to prove a point, and you hate the way a cracked whimper slips out of you from it.
Remmick can't help but smirk as he undoes the front of his pants to pull his cock out. Although you internally panic, your eyes soften at the sight of it leaking already. Relief. Though only temporary, your body burns at the need for it. Even if your mind doesn't want him. You try to compensate for how powerless his fangs make you by biting back with words instead. "I'll tear you apart, tick." They come out gravelly and as full of hate as you needed them to sound.
His brows lift in amusement as he grabs at your oncoming wrists to pin them above your head. "Not in this state, you won't. Welcome to try, darlin'" He calls your bluff; you both know it.
You want to keep fighting him, shove him away, but your heat combined with getting bitten has you feeling dizzier in your less imposing form. He seems to notice from the way he smiles, eyes lowering as he moves to hold your wrists with one hand. You note that his claws are still elongated as he moves your thighs apart to settle between them.
Remmick takes the opportunity to drink in the sight of you, playing with his tip before slapping it against your slick hole with a smirk. The heavy feeling of his cock against you makes you gasp, and there's a last-ditch effort from you to kick away from him before he grabs your hip tightly. When he shoves the blunt head, getting his hips flush to yours in one rough move, you both choke on a breath. Your cunt already spasms around the tight stretch for more of him.
As Remmick slowly stuffs himself into you, there's a heavy groan that tapers into a darker laugh of disbelief. "Fuck, it slipped right in-" It sounds more like he's speaking to himself than to you, but you whimper back softly regardless. That is, until he lets go of your hip to lower himself to you more with a drunk smile. He huffs against your ear as his hips draw back to sink back in again slowly, mocking your reaction as he does so. "N'aw, did my venom make your little puppycunt all needy, sugar?"
You open your mouth to respond, but all you can do is whine into the cold air. It should anger you, disgust you, but it doesn't. Because of your heat, you can't pretend that it wasn't what your body had been craving for days. The fight in you slips away completely as your hips rock back against his, and you give in to your body's need despite the vitriol in your words. "Fuck you-" The needy voice that slips out isn't your own as you wrap your legs around the small of his back. "Stop teasing and fuck me properly-"
It's his turn to moan, not stopping to think why his body is so eager to please a complete stranger. By all accounts, he shouldn't care enough to have pushed inside you in the first instance. But Remmick can't deny the way his head swims with you; filled with the need to fuck you hard into the dirt and claim you for his own.
So he does as instructed, snapping his hips up into you with a more brutal pace. "Yeah? This what that she's been after? Bet this greedy thing'll take anythin'." The change has you both baring teeth and fangs, and soon, Remmick lets go of your wrists so that his claws dig into the earth. You shove your pointed nails into his neck and chest as you cling to him desperately. It's deep enough to leave marks over his flesh in a way that has him hiss with the pleasure-pain of it, drool seeping onto your bare chest as his red eyes bore into you.
You don't look away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how needy this week has made you feel. So, you take what you need from him while you can. "Yes- don't stop. Don't fucking stop-" Your eyes fall half-lidded at the way your walls grip his cock tight with every plunge, until the heated coil inside you twists impossibly tight.
Remmick nods, wanting to last for you but already feeling the base of him begin to swell gently. "She's squeezin' me so good- Gonna make me knot-" The way he leans close to groan it against you makes you shiver, and your ears prick up at the word 'knot'. If it weren't for being able to feel the thicker part of his base, you would never have thought that was possible. You had only ever heard of it from others with your affliction.
The realisation makes you whimper uncontrollably for him, feeling how much your body craves it.
He shifts to hike a clawed hand under your knee, and the angle has you gasp with each new thrust. The adjusted position feels more sensitive, his cock pounding into the spot inside you that makes your vision begin to blur white. A rush of something electric goes through your spine, and suddenly, that heated coil snaps with your release. As your walls clench rhythmically around him, your back arches off the ground. Although you let a growl slip, you force yourself to cover your mouth to at least stop him from having the full satisfaction of hearing you whine completely.
Remmick's eyes scrunch shut when you fall apart around him, already feeling moments behind you as his knot begins to pulse. He somehow gathers the resolve to remove himself, but to his surprise, you shove him enough that you both roll over. When Remmick opens your eyes, a choked noise erupts from him as you sink the warmth of your tight cunt back onto him.
"N-No-" With a whimper of his own, his claws dig into your hips as you roll them back down with your own rhythm. You peer down at him as he watches where you both connect, sounding needier than before as he lets his head tip back. "Stop or I'll-"
"Do it. That's what you wanted, right?" Your voice comes out saccharine, condescending in a way that has him pulse inside you. "Then take it." His jaw hangs open enough for you to admire the way he pants around his fangs. It only takes a few moments before the way that his stomach tenses up under his shirt tells you he's going to come.
Remmick moans beautifully for you, staggered and without any control. Music to your ears. With a release of warmth inside you, you feel him hit his peak as the base of his cock rapidly expands, large enough to lock you both into place. He clings to any part of you he can get a hold of, desperately, as his expression twists with pleasure, and you let a small moan go at how much of him begins to fill you.
For the first time since your heat kicked in, you finally begin to feel sated.
