Chapter 7: Solomon - Beast of the Bayou

I can hear Lila's soft breathing and the gentle thud of her heartbeat. She's sleeping peacefully. I close my eyes and listen—try to match my breath and heartbeat with hers. After several long minutes, I finally pull myself from the soothing sounds to walk to the balcony.

The moon is full and bright tonight. The gown Lila wore when she arrived is tucked in my hand. Ms. Lenora saved it for me. When I requested it earlier, she offered no protest. Just pulled it out of her wardrobe where she had it folded into a plastic bag and handed it to me. Then she touched my cheek, told me to be careful, and walked away.

I lift the gown to my nose. Lila's sweet scent is all over it. But the metallic smell of blood is mingled in on the drops on the front of it. I sniff those drops. A low growl leaves my mouth.

"Make him suffer," Edgar purrs behind me.

I don't respond. Taking off my shirt, I place the gown down as my body transforms under the glow of the moon.

My spine arches as heat floods through me.

My muscles tighten and expand.

My shoulders broaden as my arms lengthen.

My hands stretch, fingers elongating as thick claws extend from my fingertips.

Dark fur pushes through my skin along my forearms, shoulders, chest and the sides of my neck.

I brace myself against the stone railing as my legs lengthen beneath me, muscles twisting and reshaping until I'm taller, heavier and stronger. My feet double in size, thick padding covering the underside.

My jaw tightens as my upper and lower canines descend. I close my eyes. The night explodes around me. Insects moving through the grass. The rustles of leaves in trees. The distant splash of Dubois moving through the water.

My eyes open. Glowing gold now, as my pupils dilate until the darkness becomes as clear as daylight. I can see everything. Picking up the gown, being careful not to shred it with my claws, I leap  onto the balcony. A deep growl vibrates through my chest. With another leap—I jump off the balcony and land with a heavy thud on the grass beneath my window.

Then I'm off.

Running through the vegetation with a speed no human can match. The smell of a dead man walking is trapped in my nostrils. I know exactly where he is. Branches crack underneath my steps as I rush towards the small house. It takes me no time to arrive, and when I do, his scent is so thick I can almost taste his blood in my mouth.

He's outside smoking on the back porch with another man when I creep through the trees, camouflaged by the darkness. They're talking:

"Man you think that bitch gon' call the police?"

"Fuck no. It's my word against hers. I'm the one with my nose all fucked up. Crazy bitch." he grumbles.

He's not even regretful for what he did.

I can see her again, standing in my kitchen that day. Barefoot. Disheveled. Scared.

Rage surges through me. I step from the trees. Neither man sees me coming. One second they're talking—the next, my hands are around their throats.

Their eyes widen in terror but they don't have time to scream. I drag them both from the porch and into the woods, their feet kicking uselessly against the ground. Their fear floods my senses but it does nothing to satisfy the rage burning inside me.

He hurt her.

That's the only thing I can focus on. I carry them deep into the woods before dropping them on the ground. They scramble backwards, finally seeing what's standing before them. I don't give them time to beg.

The friend is first. I tear his throat out, tossing his windpipe on the ground. Warm blood splashes over me.

And the second one—I can hear his heart racing in his chest as he tries to run. I have something special for him though. He doesn't make it three steps before I grab him viciously by the back of the neck, my claws sinking into his skin.

He cries out in terror. "Please man! Please!"

A punch to his temple knocks him out cold, silencing his cries. I lift them both, one on each shoulder and carry them back to Mount Mourne. By the time I reach the house, Edgar and Lenora are waiting by the incinerator. The flames are already burning. I toss the friend's body inside and watch the flames consume him.

"Good riddance," Lenora mutters.

"And what about him?" Edgar asks glancing towards my feet.

I look down at him, still knocked out cold. "Dubois hasn’t had a good meal in a while."

Edgar smiles. Lifting him back on my shoulder, Edgar and I head towards the swamp. The moon reflects off the black water as we approach the bank. I stop and drop his body onto the muddy ground.

"Dubois." I call out.

For several seconds, nothing happens. Then the water moves and a pair of golden eyes breaks the surface. The massive alligator slowly drags himself onto the bank, his jaws opening. A deep guttural hiss awakens his meal.

The dead man walking begins to make a lot of noise. Crying. Begging. Trying to escape. All fruitless attempts to elicit sympathy out of me to save his pathetic life. I have none.

I place my foot on his chest to still him. "Dubois—been a little while, old man. I brought you a snack." I remove my foot, scoop up Edgar and retreat a few paces away.

Dubois doesn’t wait for a further invitation. He grabs him by the leg and drags him into the water. The man's terrified cries break the quiet of night, right up until the death roll begins.

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Then—

Silence.

When the water settles, I let out a deep breathe. Slowly, the transformation begins to recede as my body settles back into human form. I stare out into the still water.

Edgar's tail flicks. "You did what needed to be done."

"I know." I nod once. "And Dubois got dinner."

"Everyone wins," he purrs. "Now, let's go back to the house. You're getting blood all over my fur."

With a chuckle, we head home. I take a hot shower and clean Edgar's fur before we settle in for the night. Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds of the night to soothe myself to sleep. Until I hear my name being whispered.

"Solomon."

A soft moan follows.

Then again—

"Solo-monnn."

My ears twitch and my dick stiffens at the sound of my name dragging out of Lila's mouth. Tossing the sheet off of me, I step out of my bed, saliva already filling my mouth. That sweet, primal smell fills my nostrils again—stronger this time.

Instincts are taking over, and my feet are moving before my mind can process it. I step out into the hallway and move slowly, all the way down to her bedroom on the other side.

Her heartbeat is racing in my ears now. I can practically taste her. The wet sounds of her soaked flesh make me stumble the last few steps to her bedroom door. Her voice is crystal clear now. It feels like she's right in my ear, moaning my name. Her warm breath fanning over my face.

I don't even bother to wipe the saliva from my mouth, just let it drip down slowly and slide down my bare chest. My whole body feels hot. Overheated in a way I've never felt.

"Oh my God, Soloman," she moans. "Shit."

My dick is throbbing. My balls tight, and in desperate need of release. I've never known the pleasures of a woman because the fear of hurting them were too great. But I've imagined what it would feel like.

Thousands of time.

What would it feel like to plunge myself into warm, tight wet walls and settle in there? To feel soft hands caress my back, and warm tender lips to kiss mine. I've salivated over the idea of pressing my nose to slick pussy lips and filling it with the scent. Envisioned, sliding my thick tongue all around the tender skin, gently sucking a stiff clit and saturating my tastebuds with a woman's essence.

I've never been this close to one. Never desired one this much, and certainly never had one in my proximity as she moans my name. My canines rip through my gums, and my claws jut out. I dig them into the walls, bracing myself as her scent seems to get stronger by the second.

I can't help it any longer. I pull out my heavy, throbbing dick. The tip pulsates with need. Slowly, I begin to stroke myself to the sounds on the other side of the door. My body hunches over and my eyes burn with amber as the pleasure almost brings me to my knees.

She groans. "Fuck, Solomon."

"Lila…" I whisper her name, stroking harder.

"Yes…yes. I'm almost there."

My breath comes out in short pants. My release bubbles right at the tip. She sounds so wet. My tongue hangs out my mouth, and I desperately want to walk inside the room and lick up the wetness between her thighs. My claws dig deeper into the wall.

"Fuck me, Solomon."

I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. It's right there now. She moans out low and slow as she cums, chanting my name over and over. Biting back a growl, I let out a final jerk, and spurts of hot semen shoot out of me. It leaks down my fingers and drips onto the floor.

I close my eyes. Our breaths and hearts sync as we both come down. I don't move right away. Just relish the sound of our hearts beating in tandem. Everything in me is pulling me towards her. But instead, I just press my hand to the door.

Tucking my dick back in, I creep to the nearest bathroom and grab a towel to clean up the mess. When I look in the mirror, my eyes are glowing. Turning away, I ease back to her door and clean up.

Her breathing is steady now. She's falling asleep.

With a final longing look at the door, I retreat back to my room. My heart is heavy but full of one thing…

I desperately want Lila to be mine.