12-21-2015, 08:03 PM
"Breathe, boy," Benny placed a firm but gentle hand on the small of the hunter's back after the man stepped under the streaming water. "Deep breathe in, slow breathe out." Panic had a very distinct smell and right now that scent hung around the human. "Come on, there you go. Keep breathing just like that."
He watched the young man with a belly full of growing shifters try to build up a wall of bravado and faux strength. The hunter had no idea what would happen to him, how quickly his belly would double, then triple in size as the six litters grew inside him. He had no clue that shifters were fiercely protective of the 'brood mares' or how they treated those mares. He knew that letting Scott know all this right now would probably just push him over the edge into madness. Benny would wait to tell the hunter all this once he settled down, had a shower, then got something to eat.
"Doubt you want to hear it, but you shouldn't be embarrassed," he offered an almost fatherly like smile as he rubbed the hunter's back. "If you try anything, you'll regret it," he warned before he set the vial down on the chest high ceramic wall that kept the water from ruining the entire floor. "And don't get any ideas, that shit only works on humans. You hunters really pissed off the fae."
He stripped out of his clothes even though the legs of his jeans were already soaked up to the knees. He folded his jeans and flannel before he placed them next to the vial on the wall then stepped completely into the shower. Benny placed his hands on Scott's shoulders then rolled the meat of his palm along the breeder's back trying to work out some of the tension. He completely ignored the signs of Benny's arousal deciding to let the hunter take the lead on that. "Just breathe for me, boy. Just breathe."
"So you decided that hunting down all the shifters, even those that didn't hurt your family needed to die?" Benny scowled but he understood the need for revenge. "I get it. Look at what we did to you. You killed a lot of our family, and you're using you to replenish the line. You want to kill us; we would to hurt you." His hands moved lower down to Scott's shoulder blades. "I know I would want to run if the roles were reversed but please remember that we are in the middle of the Canadian mountains and it's winter."
He watched the young man with a belly full of growing shifters try to build up a wall of bravado and faux strength. The hunter had no idea what would happen to him, how quickly his belly would double, then triple in size as the six litters grew inside him. He had no clue that shifters were fiercely protective of the 'brood mares' or how they treated those mares. He knew that letting Scott know all this right now would probably just push him over the edge into madness. Benny would wait to tell the hunter all this once he settled down, had a shower, then got something to eat.
"Doubt you want to hear it, but you shouldn't be embarrassed," he offered an almost fatherly like smile as he rubbed the hunter's back. "If you try anything, you'll regret it," he warned before he set the vial down on the chest high ceramic wall that kept the water from ruining the entire floor. "And don't get any ideas, that shit only works on humans. You hunters really pissed off the fae."
He stripped out of his clothes even though the legs of his jeans were already soaked up to the knees. He folded his jeans and flannel before he placed them next to the vial on the wall then stepped completely into the shower. Benny placed his hands on Scott's shoulders then rolled the meat of his palm along the breeder's back trying to work out some of the tension. He completely ignored the signs of Benny's arousal deciding to let the hunter take the lead on that. "Just breathe for me, boy. Just breathe."
"So you decided that hunting down all the shifters, even those that didn't hurt your family needed to die?" Benny scowled but he understood the need for revenge. "I get it. Look at what we did to you. You killed a lot of our family, and you're using you to replenish the line. You want to kill us; we would to hurt you." His hands moved lower down to Scott's shoulder blades. "I know I would want to run if the roles were reversed but please remember that we are in the middle of the Canadian mountains and it's winter."