Species

Nightmare

Diego watched Claira leave without looking back, leaving a pain in his chest he couldn't describe. His cell was cold, dark, and empty, not to mention he was still chained to the floor. Diego was still hot and bothered by her, as her scent still lingered in the cell around him. It was faint now but it was still there. His pants were uncomfortable as his c**k strained to break free. He shifted again trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it was no use, he could only move an inch or two.

He sighed, as he pulled on the chains to his wrist looking down at them. He could only bring them us to waist, wait...He tested them out again pulling on the chains once more. When he fist got here, he wasn't able to move the chains at all, and now he was able to bring his arms up to his waist. Diego smirked to himself, as he inspected the chains. They didn't look any different, but they sure were looser then before.

"Kiss me then."

Diego looked around startled at first, he hadn't smelt anyone come in, so who had just talked. He forgot about the connection that was now growing between Claira, and himself. He purposely left out the fact that he would start to hear her thoughts once the connection was properly in place. If she wanted her questions answered, then he would get answers as well, all he had to do was concentrate on her, and it would be like watching tv, but from Claira's point of view.

He took a deep breath, and focused on Claira. She must be in her room because when he opened his eyes he was in a room filled with pinks and purples. Diego jumped back startled, Jason was in front of him kneeling getting closer to his face. What was he doing? Diego realized the mutt wasn't kneeling in front of him, but in front of Claira, and he was kissing her. Ugh and it wasn't very goo either. Deigo couldn't help but laugh, So much for this pup being in love with Claira. Jason mush have told her how he felt after all, or she must have asked him forcing him to answer her.

Would Diego's lips fill like this against hers? His lips looked soft, plump and pink, and his tongue. Thoughts of his tongue running down her neck made her shiver. It may not be his thought or his body but Diego was starting to feel what she felt. His breathing labored, she was dirty if she wanted him to do these things to her. He smiled to himself, he wondered if he really tried would she be able to hear him.

"Would you like to try some time little wolf?" he asked, hoping she would say yes and let him have his way with her. It was a long shot Diego knew that. Nothing could really ever come out of them being together, after all they were enemies.

"Diego?" She froze and stopped kissing Jason, her thought's raced, wondering if it really was him. She didn't believe she just heard him, but she did and Diego smiled to himself, it was going to be fun messing with her.

He tried again "Hello little wolf." but nothing, maybe they weren't fully connected yet.

Coming back to his own surroundings he sighed. He felt tired from concentrating so much on Claira. He only drank a little bit of blood from her so he needed to focus more on her then he normally would have too. He tugged the chains again tired and frustrated, all he wanted was to lay on his side.

There was a noise outside his cell door and scented the air, wet cement...or wet dog. Jason, the boy was back and alone. Diego heard the cell doors lock click and the door opened letting in bright light again.

"Back again?" Diego asked, he wasn't trying to push Jason's buttons it was just natural, he didn't like him and neither did Jason.

"What did you do to her?" He stepped into the room so he was facing Diego.

"Nothing she didn't want me too." Jason growled and Diego chuckled. He was so easy to rile up, and Diego got a kick out of it.

"Stay away from her. Answer our questions so we can kill you and get on with our lives." Jason grabbed the door, restraining himself from hitting Diego.

"I'm chained here in this place, what could I do?" Diego tried to lift his arms to emphasize his statement.

"Leach." was all Jason said before closing the door behind himself as he left Diego's cell. Was that all he had, just words? Diego was expecting a fight but I guess he was a coward after all, and only felt the need to prove himself in front of Claira.

Diego closed his eyes and tried to relax. He needed sleep, yes his position wasn't ideal to sleep in but he had to work with what he had. He hung his head resting his chin on his chest and tried to relax so he could get some semblance of sleep.

-----/

He was walking, his hand shaded his eyes from the sun. Looking down at himself, he wasn't wearing anything other then short. It was hot and the sun beat on his bare skin. Where was he? This wasn't a normal dream from Diego, his dreams consisted of darkness, and death, not to mention more cloths. He looked around himself and realized he was in a park, an open field if you wish, with only a few trees. There was a single bench, and someone was sitting on it. As he got closed to the bench he realized who was sitting on it. She looked like she was sun bathing, basking in the sun soaking it in. He froze as he notice there was someone next to the bench, next to her blocking her sun. It was himself, this mush be her dream.

She was dreaming of him, he walked over to one of the trees a distance from himself and Claira, and leaned against it rough bark. Diego was curious as to what she was dreaming about, to have dreamt of him. A soft feeling touched Diego's shoulder, and when he turned to look at what it was, Claira face shown bright. Wait! He turned back to the bench where Claira was sitting with, well him...but not him. He turned back to look at the Claira next to him, her hand still on his shoulder, as she squeezed him lightly. "His handsome." She smiled at him, her eyes were bright with excitement.

Was this his dream? He grabbed her hand from his shoulder and held her gently as he turned to face her. If this was his dream, how far could he push it?

He kissed her knuckles and she giggled, her laugh was sweet like ringing bells. He wanted to hear more sound from her. With his other hand he wrapped it around he waist and brought her closer. He let her hand go to caress the side of her cheek before wrapping around the back of her head and pulling her forward. She placed her arms around his neck, with out hesitation.. Did she want this? Did she want him? She had to, from her feelings earlier in the day Claira wanted Deigo badly, and here she was infront of him, not resisting. He leaned down and took her mouth in his and kissed her. Throwing caution to the wind he didn't care, if this was a dream what harm could it do?

The kiss was gentle at first, he was hesitant not sure if she would pull away from,, or worse slap him. But Claira tangled her hands in his hair while lightly tugging, kissing him back with the same amount of ferocity as he gave. She was sweet like honey, she tasted just as amazing like sucking on a cherry jolly rancher candy, and her lips were soft against his. Claira moaned into as he started to caress her sides, sliding his hand from the back of her head, down her neck to her breast. He cupped her breast his his hand as he thumber her n****e threw her shirt and bra. Why did she have to have cloths on Diego groaned internally. He c**k twitched at the thought of her being naked. He was starting to get a hard on, his pants too tight and restricting.

"Diego." His name on her lips was breathy and soft like a whisper sending chills down his spine. He pulled away from her to breath, while she greedily kissed his jaw,, down his neck, and over his chest. Trailing her fingers lightly down his chest like soft butterfly winds made him more excited. If she went any lover he would actually think he had died and gone to heaven if that were possible. But then he heard his name again.

"Diego please." This time she sounded scared. He look up to see Claira tracing her hand down to his waist band and popping the first button of his pants. She was licking down his abs now and He hissed in please and anticipation. But it wasn't her that spoke. Taking his eyes off the black hair beauty in front of him he watch the othere Claira, and himself on the bench. What was he doing to her? She looked panicked and frightened. She tried to push this other...well him off her.

"Claira?" her name was a whisper on his lips. Then he saw it, he was drinking from her. No a monster was drinking from her. It was him, but in his animal form, drunk on bloodlust and her fear. His eyes were a bright purple as he tore at her throat. "No." That wasn't him, he would never do that to her. He tried to move but forgot that another version of Claira was in front of him.

She was on her knees now her hair fell to either side of her face, her lips a bright red and swollen from them kissing. "Isn't this what you wanted?" She asked him while lowing the zipper of his shorts. Yes he wanted her but not like this, not now when another version of himself was ripping at another version of her throat. He grabbed her hands and tried to stop her but she was stronger. Grabbing both of his hands in one of hers, in a quick movement she had them both on the floor, with her straddling him. "You're mine." She growled out. But he wasn't having it, he hated to be dominated. He tried to get up but couldn't she was so strong.

This can't be happening, it's all a dream he had to tell himself. Diego heard Claira scream again and he tried to see what was going on. The other version of Diego had blood coating ever inch of himself as he liked his fingers of Clairas blood, she laid still on the floor as her blood pooled around her. The other version of himself, his animal side had just killed her. Diego began to thrash under this other version of Claira but she wouldn't let up.

"Let me go," he growled up at her, but she just smiled wickedly, and she looked at her fingers over inspecting her manicure.

"You leaches are all the same. Vile, rotten, disgusting things. I think I'll kill you now." Clairas nails extended and as she scraped them down his bare chest. while bending sown to whisper in his ear. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, blocking out everything around them. "I'm going to rip out your heart and slowly watch you die." She dug her nails into his chest and he screamed. Would she actually do it?

----/

There was a sharp pain in his chest when Diego woke up startled from his dream. A dream he though, was more like a nightmare. His breathing was ragged, and heavy, he was beginning to sweat. What the hell was that? This was all new for Diego, he had never had a connection like this with someone before, not to have a dream with them like this.

Closing his eyes he focused on Claira he had to make sure she was ok, if they had a shared dream he also wanted to know which version of her, he was with. She bolted up right in bed, panting, her heart was racing a mile a minute. She touched her neck as the panic she felt started to disappear when she realized it was all a dream. She was drenched in sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead. Looking for her clock it was 4am. She sighed falling back on her pillows. Why would she dream something like that?

She chuckled evilly to herself, yea that's how Diego gets women to bed him, make them feel tingly then eat them. She thought for a second of his name. Diego, and as soon as she thought it butterflies erupted in her stomach. What was making her feel this way? He was the enemy!

"I wouldn't hurt you." He whispered to her, trying not to frighten her. This part of the connection was new and he didn't want to scare her off, or have her mad at him.

"Diego?" She spoke out loud, looking around her room, a little startled, she clutched the blankets to her chest.

"Hi, little wolf." He chuckled, seeing her like this amused him, she was vulnerable, and not putting on a show for him.

But then her fetchers hardened, she was upset with him, thoughts of kicking him in the balls and ripping his head off fill her thoughts. Her eyes with a bright gold, showing her wolf was close to the surface. "Wow, aggressive much." He taunted her.

She sat up straighter in bed and watched her door. "How are you here? How are you talking to me?" Her voice was low and sharp.

"Calm down, I'm not there." Claira looked around her room again just to confirm what he said.

"How?"

Diego shifted in the chains he was still breathing heavy, feeling of Claira running her hands on his chest was still in the forefront of his mind. "The connection, it works both bays if your wondering. I can hear you, you can hear me, if you really focus you could probably see what I see, hear what I hear... feel what I'm feeling." The last part he wasn't sure he wanted to tell her.

She froze and looked down at herself, she was still wearing the oversize t-shirt while clutching the blanket to her chest. The thought of Diego seeing her like this mortified her. "Then don't look down." Oh God her thoughts. She looked up trying not to focus on any one thing. Closing her eyes she groaned in frustration.

"Go away I need to change." Clairas voice was harsh and getting louder.

"Lower your voice or someone will wake up and hear you." Diego sent her a mental image of Jason running in wearing only woman panties, freaking out over her.

"Oh god!" she closed her eyes and shook her head. She tried not to laugh because even though the image was funny, she had no privacy. "Leave! I need to shower and put cloths on, now that I know you can see everything on my end."

"Or I can stay and watch?"

"Diego!" Claira mentally screamed his name.

"Ok, ok, I'm leaving." Then he was gone.

Claira felt lighter then before but she wasn't sure if that was because Diego left, or from him making her laugh after the dream she had. She tested it out before climbing it out of bed. "I dreamt once that I had s*x with a sea cucumber." Nothing, no response back.

She climbed out of bed stretching her arms before she collected cloths and took them to her bathroom. She was fortunate enough to have a bedroom that also came with a on suit bath.

Diego hadn't actually left, and he tried to make sure she didn't notice it. He just blocked the connection enough between the two of them so she couldn't hear his thoughts. He chuckled when she tried to test if he was actually there or not, she was funny in a dumb sort of way. He watched as she walked into the bathroom, Claira looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. Why was she frowning? She was beautiful.

Clairas Black hair stuck up all around her head, knotted in some places but not all. She touched her cheek, and pinched her own nose. She looked tired, it was 4 in the morning, but something in her face seemed different. She shrugged her shoulders and turned to run a bath. Nice and hot just the way she like it, she wouldn't shower, not after the dream she had, no, she would have a nice hot bath.

Claira began to take her cloths off, first her black panties. Diego perked up, focusing now but still not trying to let her know he was still there. She pulled her shirt off, and to his surprise she was naked underneath. Her breast bounced as she lowered her arms to look her body over in the mirror. Claira's hand touched her neck where Diego had bit her in the dream, but trailed down her chest to her n****e. Diego watched closely, urging her to continue, he let subtle hints flow between the connection.

'touch your self, use your thumb to roll your n****e around.' Claira touched her n****e and used her thumb and finger to pull and roll it around, causing her to sigh. Her body started to warm, as the room started to steam around her from the bath. 'cup your breast and gently kneed them.' Diego's body shuttered with want, he wish he was doing this to her himself, but if this was all he could get right now he was going to do it.

She continued to touch herself, massaging her own breast in her hands, as she listend to that little voice in the back of her mind. She wanted someone to touch her, needed someone too. It had been a while since she had been with someone. her last boyfriend was a little over 7 months ago. The thought of they way he made her feel in bed, made her wet. She thought of the last time they had s*x together, trying to relive the moment while she touched herself. But when she thought of the guy all she could see was Diego.

He watched as she tried to replay the last time she had s*x, but instead she thought of Diego. That was the door he needed. He focused as much as he could, trying to control her hands, Diego wanted her to stop touching her breast and she did. Claira stopped what she was doing and looking at her hands. She couldn't control her own hands, what was going on.

Diego, feeling excited began to move her hands lower on her body, her body felt soft to him, while he used her hands. She caressed her own stomach, making a gasp escape her lips, while one hand started traviling lower. Lower till it found what Diego wanted, her core, her sweet, hot p***y. Claira shivered feeling her hand touch the most delicate spot.

Diego shifted in his chains, he had done this a couple of time, in situations where he needed to escape but never for pleasure. He was liking the fact that he was able to touch her and still she wasn't aware. Her right hand was now at her p***y, and she was wet. Diego shivered pulling at his chains, God his pants were unbelievably tight and the chains didn't give enough so he could touch himself. Diego tried to pull at the chains again, and when he did he felt the smallest pop. He'd worry about it later.

Using one of Clairas fingers, he touched her c**t, while rubbing it in circles. She moaned, and it was like music to his ears. He did it again and she made the same sound, yes this is what he wanted, but with his own hands. Using her other hand he slipped a finger between her folds and into her entrance. Claira's body gave a jolt and shiver as she gasped. That's right, he was making her moan like this. She then thought of Diego, if it were him with his fingers between her legs.

'Would it feel the same?'

'It would feel better.' His voice was low and husky, but he heard him. Her eyes were bright in the mirror watching herself.

'Diego?' he chuckled and used another of her fingers inside her. She gasped again in shock and pleasure. He began to work her hands slipping her fingers in and out of her slowly, after a few thrusts placing a third finger inside of her. She gasped again, moaning in pleasure. "Diego no." She gasped out, it was pitiful he knew she didn't want him to stop, it was just her realizing that she wasn't controlling her own hands but he was.

'No, moan for me, please.' Diego was panting now, it was taking a lot out of him to focus this much, and the pain from hi erection wasn't helping at all. He sat back on his heels pulling the chains again still focusing on Claira wishing their circumstances were different so he could have his way with her. He sent her a mental image of him flipping her over lifting her hips up so her ass was position just where he wanted her. He c**k in his hand he would trust in her hard so she could feel the full length of him, but his thrust would be soft, gentle as he pumped in and out of her.

Claira moaned at the thought he sent her, she was so hot and wet for him, her fingers moved faster, and her other hand thumbed her c**t. She was almost there, that sweet feeling of ecstasy that came from an orgasm. They both felt it and Diego rubbed her c**t harder adding a forth finger to her p***y.

"Oh god, Diego!" She moaned loader as her orgasm over took her. She clutched the bathroom sink so she wouldn't fall over as her knees buckled. She came hard and she felt it as wetness gushed from between her legs. She tried to catch her breath but couldn't.

Oh God, what had just happened? She looked at herself in the mirror, she looked better, but her face was flush from the after math. But how was he able to do that?

Diego panted, sweating now, like someone got a bucket and emptied it over him. He pulled at the chains again, frustrated that he had a hard on and wasn't able to take care of it. He almost came in his pant, when he felt Claira come it almost took him too. Her orgasm was so strong it vibrated threw the bond to him. But he couldn't his pants were so tight it restricted blood flow.

He yanked the chains again with more force then before and felt this right hand give a little. That's right he heard something pop, looking down he inspected the chains again. Where they had attached to the floor, one of the rings started to split apart. He had done it, four days but Diego was almost free. Now he need to to wait for his chance to attack.

His breathing labored still as he tried to gain control of himself. Diego heard hurried footsteps in the hall and listened closly. Light, determined fast steps, it was Claira, it had to be.

The door suddenly opened and light shown in his cell. It was her, in all her angry beauty, she quickly walked in and shut the door behind her. She had put cloths on now, a loose shirt and jeans. He hair fell around her and she breathed heavy, her eyes were a bright gold as she glared at him.

"I was wondering when you would show up." He smirked, his own breathing was heavy.