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It had been three days since Ivan\'s awakening, and he\'d decided to go along with Dayhunter and "just see" her pack. However, finding her pack was more of a challenge than it sounded "Ok, the camp\'s just over this hill."

"You said that at the last six hills Dayhunter!" Ivan said as he trudged behind her, the bag slung over his shoulder seeming to get heavier with every step, "Why don\'t you just admit that you have no idea where we\'re going?!"

"Because I\'d be lying," She looked back and smirked at him, "What\'s your problem anyway? The journey is half the fun."

"Easy for you to say," he retorted, " You don\'t have to carry the pack!"

"Why don\'t you just forget that thing? It\'s only weighing you down. We can get everything we need off the land."

"Maybe you can." The pack held his thieves tools, some maps and navigation instruments, a spyglass, about fifty septims, a flint and knife, a canteen of melted snow, some healing potions, a shaving razor, a deck of cyrodiilian playing cards, Ivan\'s journal, their tent and polls, a small kettle, and a few of the nicer things that had been in the ice cave, "Besides, shouldn\'t we make camp soon, it\'s getting late."

"You big baby, if it wasn\'t for you we\'d be there by now."

"Fine then, lets make this interesting. While you go ahead I\'ll stay here and set up camp. If you find your pack before sundown, you come back here with proof and tell me, and I get nothing. No food, no water...no sex, for the entire night. And if you don\'t..."

"And if I don\'t..."

Ivan smirked as an idea came to mind, "I choose tonight\'s ‘activities\'..."

"Heeey..."

"Within reason..." Ivan smiled, not intending anything mean, he wasn\'t the dominating type, in fact, he somehow always managed to be accommodating Dayhunter\'s whims when it came to those kinds of situations, although he bet it had more to do with him being attuned to feminine pleasures rather than any action on Dayhunter\'s part. "I think you\'re getting the better deal here though."

Dayhunter considered for a moment, "Deal," she said, shaking his hand before running off over the hill.

As Ivan set to work, he reflected on how he\'d changed over the past few days, he barely ever resisted his animal spirit anymore, mostly because he was in agreement with it and the awakening didn\'t seem to be impairing him mentally or physically, far from it. He hadn\'t been this clear minded since his first transformation. His strength was under control now as were his manual dexterity. But the thing he was most grateful for was that his senses no longer overwhelmed him. A way to describe it was that, where before he\'d been drowning in fine wine, he now could take a sip of it and enjoy it without loosing sense of himself.

Naturally, when she\'d found out about what had occurred, Nocturnal had been furious with Hircine. She\'d appeared to Ivan, after she\'d apparently given the other daedra a thorough tongue lashing, and gave his mind a once over to make sure that Hircine hadn\'t just made Ivan think that he was in control. To everyone\'s surprise, however, Nocturnal found no such thing. Part of me wishes she had, he mused to himself as he began striking the flint against the flat of his knife, sending sparks into the kindling he\'d gathered, I hate having to be grateful to Hircine for anything.

A rustle in the bushes caught his eye. Prey? He wondered, giving a brief sniff, No... Suddenly, something came bursting out of the undergrowth, yelling like a madman. "Holy Shit!" Ivan rolled to the side as a battle ax split the ground where he\'d just been. The berserker took another swing that Ivan dodged as well before shifting into werewolf form, letting out a snarl.

The berserker was startled and hesitated, giving Ivan enough time to lunge forward and force his assailant to the ground. The Nord was surprisingly quick for his size and he sidestepped Ivan easily, but didn\'t strike again, "Who are you and why did you attack me?"

The berserker remained silent until Ivan gave a low growl, " Answer!"

"I am Redclaw, and I was hoping to get some hunting done before moonrise, brother. Speaking of which, how is it that you use your gift while daylight still shines?"

-o-

After some explanations, and getting some directions to the pack\'s camp, Redclaw went on his way and Ivan got back to work on camp. As the sun set, Dayhunter came back with her tail drooping, evidently she\'d been unsuccessful, "I could have sworn it was right there when I left!" she said, sitting down on a log that Ivan had dragged next to the fire, "I just don\'t understand it." She sighed and after a while turned to him, "Well...guess there\'s no avoiding it." Ivan smiled, he\'d been waiting for this, "What\'ll it be? A handjob?" Ivan shook his head "Anal?" Another shake, Dayhunter glared at him "You have something sick in mind I just know it."

"Do you?" Ivan asked, "Is that what you really think of me?"

Dayhunter sighed, "No...just I\'ve had a couple of hours to let my imagination get the better of me."

"Well you\'ll be happy to know that I\'ve got no such thing in mind for tonight."

"What then?"

"We\'ll just do what we always do, spur of the moment. Except this time..." This is stupid, she\'ll laugh at me.

" This time?"

"It...it might seem silly but...I don\'t want us to shift." Dayhunter stared, confused, "We\'ve never made love as ourselves, even when it started out that way, we\'ve always let the wolves take over and well," he sighed, "Wolves aren\'t much for intimacy in the emotional sense. Do you understand?"

Dayhunter nodded, "Yeah, I think so. Besides...you won the bet."

Ivan smiled, leaning over and embracing her, as she drew him into a passionate kiss. As their eyes closed they began to strip each other, easy for Ivan (She was wearing only a leather brattice and cut off trousers), not so easy for her, "Could you wear any more?" she said, half annoyed as she struggled with his belt, before growling and simply ripping his cloths apart. Realizing what she\'d done, she started to apologize, but Ivan interrupted.

"Shhh, don\'t ruin the moment, I\'ve got extras," he chuckled, kissing her again. His hands moved to her shapely breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs rubbing the stiff nipples, making her purr, and she acted on an impulse. Till now they had still been sitting on the log, turned towards each other, but now Dayhunter moved to the ground.

She lifted her hands to his shoulders and gently pushed, "Lean back," he didn\'t resist, laying his back on the ground, leaving his nine-inch cock fully erect and strait up in the air. She moved between his legs and squeezed his dick between her breasts. She gently began to lick his length and ground her breasts together, causing them both to moan in pleasure.

As Dayhunter began to bob up and down, sucking on Ivan\'s head as her breasts stroked his length, she began to realize that something wasn\'t quite right. Her breasts had never, in her self explorations, nor in her repeated couplings with Ivan, been this sensitive. "Something wrong little bitch?" Dayhunter\'s eyes widened at the sound of the voice from behind her, but couldn\'t seem to stop what she was doing. She felt hot breath on the back of her neck as the feminine voice spoke again, "You know, it really wasn\'t fair for that bastard you call master to trick Ivan like he did," she felt slim, furry hands glide through her headfur, "And even less honorable for breaking his bargain with me!" claws sunk into her scalp, drawing blood as Nocturnal dragged them along her head.

Dayhunter tried to scream but it came out as a pleasant murr, even though there was no pleasure in it, only the sharp pain and the feeling of blood dripping from the cuts, "Tsk, tsk, wouldn\'t want to alert him that I was here now would we." The sinister voice of the daedra asked rhetorically. Dayhunter stared down at Ivan, his head was lolled back, starring either at the sky or the forest behind him, he was completely unaware of what was happening to her, "That\'s it, keep going bitch! You keep going while I do a little work on you. What shall it be? Has to be something ironic, something to get the perfect bit of revenge against him...and you." Dayhunter was shaking, both with fear and from the stimulation of having her breasts rubbing up and down Ivan\'s cock. She had to get his attention, had to get his help.

She wrestled for control of her body, slowing down her rhythm for a moment, before firm hands clasped over hers and sharp claws dug into her soft, well shaped, formerly perfect breasts, forcing her breasts up and down his length at the same speed as before, but now the pleasure was replaced by pain, "Naughty, naughty little bitch!" Nocturnal hissed in her ear as she pressed herself against Dayhunter\'s back, "He shouldn\'t have to see what I\'m about to do to you, even if he did help set it up." Dayhunter\'s eyes widened further, "Oh yes, just look."

Ivan leaned up, feeling the momentary lapse in Dayhunter\'s rhythm, wondering if something was wrong, but all he saw as he looked was his sexy feline lover stroking him with her breasts, gently sucking his head as she smiled at him. He returned the smile, "I love you," he said, laying back down and letting her continue.

Tears stung Dayhunter\'s eyes and ran down her face. It wasn\'t true, it couldn\'t be true, Ivan and her had talked so much, had so much in common, loved each other! And now, she\'d found out that he hadn\'t loved her at all, but the horrible daedra who was torturing her. Despite her lack of pleasure, her body had remained aroused, and that arousal had built and built and was about to climax. She moaned as a pleasureless orgasm rocked her body and Ivan\'s seed splattered up into her mouth and onto her face, mixing perfectly with her tears.

Ivan looked up again to the shock of his life, for the pleasure of climax...had broken the illusion. He didn\'t even think as he rocketed forward and slammed his fist into the face of his mate\'s attacker. He tore at her, bit her, clawed at her eyes, without even shifting to werewolf form. All he thought, all he knew, all he felt, all he was, was to eviscerate this being from the face of Tamriel.

Dayhunter stared, still bleeding, in disbelief as Ivan tore Nocturnal apart with his bare hands. And then it clicked, it had been a lie, a trick. Nocturnal screamed in pain as Ivan through her against a boulder, breaking her lower spine, "Please..." She begged, "Please Ivan I..."

"I\'ll have no comments from the likes of you..." Ivan roared, staring into his prey\'s eyes, " HIRCINE!"

The daedra\'s false eyes lost their assumed fear, a smirk traveling across the torn, effeminate face and blood matted fur, as a deep, masculine voice came forth from the soft lips, "Well played, young hunter...well played..." and Hircine vanished...

Ivan spent the rest of the night tending to Dayhunter, using his healing potions right away, and holding her close after that. As she drifted off to sleep, she saw the real Nocturnal appear beside Ivan, "I know it wasn\'t you," she whispered.

"I know child," she placed her hand on Dayhunter\'s healed scalp and Dayhunter felt a warmth pass between them, "Something to keep her safe."

Ivan nodded, "Thank you... If anything had happened to her I don\'t know what I\'d have..."

Nocturnal held up a hand, "Ivan, I know what my favorite thief likes..." Ivan held Dayhunter closer, "And especially what he loves..." Loves, Dayhunter thought as she closed her eyes, he loves me...