"Pastry delivery!"

"Oh! Isn't this a nice surprise. Thank you, Dear."

Wooyoung smiled kindly at the sweet, grey haired lady as she turned to fish her coin purse out of the table next to the door. Just as she did every week when he stopped by to deliver pastries her granddaughter ordered for her.

"I brought your favorite cherry tarts, Mrs. Lee." He said, opening his basket to show her the smaller woven one labeled with her name.

"You spoil me. I don't know what I would do without your sweet treats, Red." Mrs. Lee placed a hand over her heart.

Wooyoung ignored the nickname and handed over her pastries. It was something he'd learned to do ever since the people in his village started calling him by the color of his hair.

He'd been born with hair as red as the poppies that bloomed in spring all throughout their small village. No one could explain how or why, for no one had ever had a color besides brown or black.

So the village decided to look at it as a blessing, while Wooyoung... viewed it as a curse.

He couldn't hide, he couldn't pretend to blend in, his hair was like a beacon that drew everyone to him.

And the damn nickname...

But he tried to be a good sport about it. Truthfully, he responded to his nickname now more than his given name.

"Here," Mrs. Lee said after taking her pastries. She slipped several silver coins into the palm of his hand, then patted the back of it. "A little something extra for all your hard work."

"I can't take this." Wooyoung started to say, but the woman cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Yes you can. Now you be safe going home, alright? Tonight is not a night you want to stay out past sundown."

"Why is that?" He asked as he slipped the coins into his basket.

Mrs. Lee shivered, then leaned forward so she could whisper, "It's the Blood Moon tonight."

Now it was Wooyoung's turn to shiver. He'd completely forgotten that was tonight, although that was partially because he didn't believe in the supernatural legends passed down by the village elders.

Witches, fairies, vampires, werewolves... None of them had been seen for centuries. The only part of their stories that appeared to be true was the Blood Moon that occurred every twenty-five years.

It was a night the village didn't like to speak of. Everyone just silently prepared for it on their own, sealing doors and windows, finishing tasks early, and making sure they didn't have to leave their homes.

If they did, they risked disappearing.

Forever.

Just like Wooyoung's mom.

He had just turned one when the last Blood Moon had occurred, so he didn't remember any of it, but the villagers said they had watched his mom go outside to get one of his toys. A strong gust of wind had blasted her, ripping the small stuffed fox from her hand. She'd run after it, vanishing between the trees surrounding their precious homes... and never returned.

They couldn't find a single sign or clue of what had happened. She was just... gone.

And Wooyoung had been raised by the elders.

The theory was still witches. It was the only thing that could explain the gust of wind and lack of evidence.

As Wooyoung continued to make his deliveries, he was given the same grave warning time and time again. And they got worse as it grew closer to sundown.

He knew it was their way of showing they cared, so Wooyoung always smiled and thanked them, but he was starting to get a little annoyed.

When he got down to his final two deliveries, it was about an hour to sunset. If he walked fast, he could make it home just in time, seeing as the two houses were on the opposite side of the village from his own.

"Red! You need to get inside!" One of the little boys yelled while running past him. "Don't end up like your mommy!"

It took every ounce of self control he possessed to not say something rude to the boy.

Wooyoung was almost to the next home when a chill ran down his spine. He stopped in place and shivered, then looked around.

Nothing seemed out of place. Deeper in the forest was darker, but that was normal for this time of day.

But that's when he realized how quiet it was...

No bird song, no critters scampering around or chittering at each other, not even a breeze rustling the leaves.

Just his now ragged breaths that sounded like a wind storm in his ears.

Wooyoung scanned the dark forest, wondering if maybe a predator was lurking somewhere...

That was the only logical reason for why the forest was so suddenly silent. He refused to acknowledge the dark red moon peeking over the tree tops, bathing the area around him in the same ominous coIor.

"Stop it. Stop it, stop it, stop it!" Wooyoung shook his head and kept walking. He had two deliveries to make, just two more.

He chose to focus on the gravel crunching beneath his loved, very worn leather boots. It was a comforting, soothing sound that helped ease his nerves.

That is... until he heard a second pair of footsteps.

Wooyoung spun around, heart pounding in his ears, ready to attack with his basket if needed.

But there was no one there.

He started to chew on his lower lip, scrunching his nose with displeasure.

"Deep breaths. Just keep walking. You're wasting time." Wooyoung muttered to himself. His lifted a hand to ruffle his red hair, trying to calm his own nerves, then lifted a foot to start walking a again.

Only for it to slam against the ground when a light, raspy voice hissed, "What a pretty creature."

Wooyoung froze, eyes growing wide. He could feel each hair lift on the back of his neck.

Someone, or something, was watching him...

"Are you alone, sweet boy?" The voice asked, rich and sweet like honey, yet it was tainted... evil...

Wooyoung tried to will himself to move, to speak, to do anything, but it was as if he'd been placed under a spell.

"You are, aren't you? All these people around you, and yet you are always alone."

Scream, yell, shout, run, move! Do something, his mind begged.

"I've been watching you, Red." The voice hissed in his ear.

Wooyoung bolted.

Something about hearing his nickname had shattered the spell binding him. The rush was instant, adrenaline pumping through him and helping him push his body harder than ever before.

His basket was a hinderance, flopping uselessly and slowing him down, but he couldn't bring himself to drop it. He could also hear the treats and coins inside flying around, but that didn't matter right now.

All he knew was that he needed to get away. He'd be safe in his house. He could lock the doors, shut the windows, and go back to not caring what day it was.

He thought he heard someone, a child maybe, yelling at him to run faster.

Everything around him was bathed in red now. The moon was so bright, as if glowing from it's core, that it was erasing all other colors from existence.

"How cute, thinking you can run from me." The voice was louder now, yet it sounded exactly the same. Not winded, not strained, no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.

That thought fueled Wooyoung's terror, for he was certainly feeling the strain on his body.

"Tasty little prey. Fear only makes it better."

His house was close now. He could see the simple thatched roof. All he had to do was get inside, then he'd be sa-

Something barreled past him, grazing him just enough to make him spin in place and force his legs to twist together.

Then he was falling.

He tried to turn so he didn't fall on his basket out of instinct, but...

It was gone.

He landed with a hard, painful thud against the solid earth beneath him and a small puff of dust rose up around him.

Wooyoung looked around him, wondering if maybe he'd dropped it while spinning, but he couldn't find it anywhere...

He'd lost it... He'd lost one of the last things he had of his mother.

His vision started to blur as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. A strange emptiness took over, one that had always lingered within him.

One that would never be filled by a silly little basket, hand woven by a woman who haunted his dreams.

"Why are you crying, Red?"

The voice grated against Wooyoung's skin like sharp nails. He visibly shivered, then looked around in hopes of finally seeing the body it belonged to.

Only for his vision to swim as his eyes tried to focus on anything in the sea of endless red.

It hurt to look at anything and everything. The intensity burned his eyes, swirled everything together, made his body sway.

Wooyoung clutched at his stomach, suddenly worried that he was going to be sick.

"There's no need to cry, Little One." The voice was closer now, closer and deeper and raspier. "Not yet at least."

Before he could try to grasp what that meant, something grabbed Wooyoung by the back of his neck and started dragging him into the forest.

"No!! Let me go!! Someone help me!!" He tried to reach behind him, clawing at the arm he felt there, but it didn't seem to phase whoever it was.

"No one is coming to get you, Red." Another hand clutched the front of his throat and began to squeeze. "You've been abandoned, yet again." Wooyoung started to gasp for air. "Only I will truly care for you. Only I will satisfy your needs." He couldn't breathe... "You're mine now."

Wooyoung's world went black before the next scream began to scratch his throat.

---

When he awoke, the first thing Wooyoung noticed was that he was cold.

The next was that everything was still bathed in red, but it was slightly less intense now, and that was because of the third thing.

He was in a cave.

Right away that fact didn't sit right with him. There were no caves or even mountains anywhere near the village.

So... Where was he?

"Ah, you're awake."

Wooyoung yelped, his entire body tensing in preparation to defend himself as he turned to look deeper into the cave.

A pair of glowing, red eyes peered at him out of the void.

"Good. I prefer them to be awake." A dark chuckle followed those words. "I prefer to hear them scream."

Wooyoung rolled over, getting ready to push himself up so he could start running, when a hand wrapped around his ankle and pulled him away from the mouth of the cave.

He gave the creature exactly what he wanted, too. His scream echoed in the cave, high and shrill and utterly terrified. "Let go of me!!" He tried to kick back, but then his other ankle was captured.

With one fluid motion, much faster than any human could achieve on their own, Wooyoung was flipped on his back.

And he came face to face with what he would normally describe to be a beautiful man. He had a sharp jawline, smooth skin, freckles dotting his neck, but his eyes... his thin, piercing eyes glowed red as they gazed down at Wooyoung.

"You're not going anywhere." He growled, showing off a pair of abnormally long canines.

"What d-do you w-w-want from me?" Wooyoung whimpered, still trying to pull himself free.

The man above twisted his lips into a wicked smile, canines so long they didn't stay in his mouth. And... were they getting longer?

"Do you not know the legends, Little One?" The man started poking one canine with tip of his tongue. Then he began to laugh when Wooyoung could only stare at him with big, round eyes swimming with terror.

He lifted a hand to graze a knuckle against his captive's cheek, then twisted it around to drag a long, sharp claw down the same path.

Claws. The man had fangs and claws...

Wooyoung's entire body trembled uncontrollably. Every single instinct was on high alert with the hope he could find a way to escape.

But the man just smirked at him. "I can see your mind spinning, but it's no use. Even if you did get away, I'd hunt you down and drag you back by your hair. Although," He paused and twisted a few fingers though Wooyoung's disheveled red locks, "I would enjoy that very much."

Wooyoung couldn't stop the sob that tore from his throat. "Pl-please... D- Don't hurt me... I'll do an-anything!"

He regretted saying that the instant the words left his mouth. His heart slammed rapidly in his chest, his throat, his head... Each beat begging him to run, run, run.

All while the man's eyes narrowed with hunger. "Oh trust me, you will be. Is there any other name you go by?" He asked as he dragged his claws down Wooyoung's cheek again. "Or is Red your given name?"

"W-Wooyoung."

"Cute. You may call me San if you so wish. Although I don't know that you will be speaking more so than screaming."

San. A name so simple, yet so much power was captured within the meaning, for this man truly was mighty and someone who would not topple easily.

With a low growl, San dipped his head to run his nose back and forth against Wooyoung's neck. The action was so... intimate. Yet it quickly turned terrifying when he felt one of San's canines scrape against his skin.

"By the Moon, you smell divine. Have you figured out what I am yet, Little Red?"

Wooyoung hated now the combination of nicknames sounded coming from his captor. It made his stomach twist even more than it already was.

But he couldn't even focus on that. His mind whirled trying to think of an answer to San's question.

What was he??

For once Wooyoung wished he had paid attention to the legends around the Blood Moon. Maybe then he would stand a chance.

His long silence brought a flicker of joy to San's expression. "You have absolutely no idea. Oh this night keeps getting better and better. But we must hurry, Wooyoung, I must finish before the moon sets."

With quick, precise movements, San moved to kneel beside Wooyoung and dragged both hands along his clothes, tearing them to shreds in the blink of an eye.

Wooyoung didn't even have a chance to scream before he was naked and exposed beneath his captor's lustful stare.

"N-No! Please stop!" He begged, flinging his arms out in preparation to defend himself.

San just tilted his head back and made a sound that could only be described as something between a laugh and a howl.

"I can't stop. I won't stop. The urge to breed is much to strong." San's breathed. "It's been fifty years since I've found someone who's suited me." He grabbed both of Wooyoung's wrists and pinned them above his head. "Fifty years without claiming someone. I need this. And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Right as Wooyoung tried to scream again, San's other hand wrapped around his throat, cutting off all sound and air.

He tried to bring a leg up to kick his captor away, but San easily jerked out of the way before straddling his waist.

It was hard not to notice how nimble the man was, how much power was contained in his thin frame.

But looking at that also drew Wooyoung's attention to the noticeable bulge resting against his own soft length.

San shivered and licked his lips. "Be a good boy, and maybe I'll play nice." He warned before releasing his grip on Wooyoung's neck, making the redhead gasp and cough at the sudden intake of air he was allowed.

A sudden flash of light illuminated the cave, causing both men to look to the side.

The Blood Moon was perfectly framed by the mouth of the cave and the trees of the forest below them. It's light shined bright and pure.

And when Wooyoung glanced back at the man on top of him, he caught a glimpse of a different shadow behind him.

The shadow of a wolf.

"It's time." San's voice was even raspier now. Dark and thick and ragged. "Must breed. Hurts."

Wooyoung shook his head, desperately trying to pull wiggle out of San's grip. His captor had released his wrists, but his legs were so strong that he was able to keep Wooyoung in place using only those so he could rip his shirt down the middle.

And it felt like at the same time something ripped through Wooyoung's soul.

A low, animalistic growl came from San. His eyes started to glow brighter, his canines glinted against his lips, his claws pricked against skin and stone.

Wooyoung knew then what he was. It was a thought that had been flittering in the back of his mind, almost like it was too scared to make itself known.

Werewolf.

He wasn't getting out of this... He was starting to realize that now.

San wasn't going to let him go.

"Stay." San ordered, then slowly slid from where he was still sitting on top of his captive. He kept his eyes trained on Wooyoung the entire time as he stood and pulled down the slightly tattered pants he was wearing.

He sneered when Wooyoung's eyes immediately fell to his large, hard cock hanging between his legs. Wrapping a clawed hand around it, he started to stroke himself, smearing the precum already collecting on the tip.

Wooyoung took that moment to try and back away, desperate to save himself from what was going to happen next.

San's cock... wasn't human. It was tapered at the end, just like a dog's, and here was a noticeable bulge at the base.

"Where do you think you're going?" San chuckled. His footsteps slapping against stone echoed in the cave, alone with Wooyoung's frantic whimpers. "You're mine now."

The werewolf lunged.

Wooyoung screamed.

The second he tried to fight back, he was flipped onto his stomach, arms yanked uncomfortably underneath him so that San could hold them between his legs, which were forced apart by San's knees.

"Please! Please, let me go!" He squirmed in place, skin scraping against the hard floor and shoulders screaming from the uncomfortable position.

The only answer he got was one he never expected, nor wanted.

A harsh slap against his ass, the sting lingering long after San had removed his hand.

It was followed quickly by three more, totaling two for each cheek.

Wooyoung cried out with each one, his voice breaking every time. He'd never felt pain like this before... and he knew for certain that his ass had to be bright red.

Things got even worse when San forced him to raise his hips, arms still pulled between his legs, but putting his ass at a better position for San to bend down and start lapping at his entrance.

"N-No!!" The human squirmed in place, although it was barely anything.

San just ignored him, flattening his tongue and running it up Wooyoung's pernium to his hole and back down. Low, hungry growls joined each one. They sent a chill down Wooyoung's spine that made him shiver uncontrollably.

"You taste divine." The werewolf purred, his free hand moving to squeeze Wooyoung's ass. "Can't wait to breed you full."

"N-No... Please, I don't want-"

"It doesn't matter what you want!" San snapped, another harsh slap joining his words. "You have been chosen! You will be my rut partner. Forever. Or until you die like my last one." San scoffed as if that was an inconvenience to him. "The Blood Moon will make it so!"

Then a long finger pushed it's way inside.

The human screamed at the intrusion. He'd never done anything like that... It wasn't natural. He could feel his body trying to reject it.

Or he thought it was...

"Yes. I can feel your body giving in." San said, forcing a second finger in already.

It burned. Wooyoung couldn't seem to stop screaming, especially when one of San's claws dragged along his walls. They never cut him, but the undeniable fear that they would somehow made them feel sharper.

Or maybe it was because they actually were.

San's breathing and voice grew more animalistic as the minutes ticked by. Hunger, desire, triumph all wove into each growl, each word, each touch.

Then he was chanting... Wooyoung didn't understand what he was saying, but given the situation, he had a sinking feeling it was an ancient spell of some kind. And the way the wind started blowing leaves into the cave that then swirl around them confirmed his theory.

The moon started to get brighter, illuminating the cave with an intense, bloody glow.

Right as San started to press the tip of his cock against Wooyoung's entrance.

There was no stopping it. No matter how much Wooyoung begged, how much he cried or pleaded or screamed, San continued to sink into him.

Deeper and deeper and deeper.

The stretch was unbearable. So foreign, so wrong.

Wooyoung could feel how big San was. The two fingers had been nothing compared to this.

He hated it.

Until San grazed over something that sent a wave of pleasure through his body that was joined by a very involuntary moan.

San chuckled, then let his hand slide up to squeeze the human's waist. "Just give in. You'll enjoy this, too."

"N-No..." Wooyoung said, his voice more of a squeak from San slipping in even deeper.

The werewolf groaned and rotated his hips a little, as if to savor the moment. "Look at you. So wet for me." The statement puzzled Wooyoung for a moment until San continued, "The Blood Moon granted my wish, you're now mine completely, able to take my cock any time I wish."

Wooyoung felt it then... the trail of wet running down his thighs. Whatever it was, it allowed San to fuck into him with ease, which San started to do after only a few more minutes.

His hips slapped against Wooyoung's ass at a brutal, harsh pace, the sound echoing in the cave.

"Yes, yes! Your tight heat is perfect. Just what I need." San's voice was deeper, gruffer. He was loosing himself to his lust...

And all Wooyoung could do was take it.

At least the slide of San's length within him was smoother now. But the stretch was still unbearable, or was it just how deep he could feel San reaching?

Hours could have passed while he was fucked mercilessly against the stone floor, or maybe it was merely seconds... There was no way for him to tell.

Suddenly, San stopped moving. His hot, ragged breaths caressed the back of Wooyoung's neck. "Not enough." He growled. "Not enough!"

His big hands dug into Wooyoung's waist, creating white blossoms around each of his fingers. Then he pulled out of the human just long enough to flip him onto his back before San slammed his pulsing cock back inside.

The rapid change caught Wooyoung off guard and he screamed, arching his back off the cave floor.

His body jerked backed and forth, scraping against the ground with each of the werewolf's thrusts. The wet squelches that came with each jab into his hole seemed to fit so harmoniously with their skin slapping and Wooyoung's now constant 'Ah, ah, ah's'.

"Yes. Yes, my pet." San growled, then moved a hand from Wooyoung's waist to his stomach. His growl grew darker, more hungry.

And Wooyoung realized it was because he could feel his cock moving underneath his hand...

The human's eyes grew wide and he lifted his head. When San noticed, he sheathed himself completely and settled for rotating his hips in small circles. "Do you see? Do you see how well I fill you?"

He could... Wooyoung couldn't fully process it, but he could see the outline of San's cock protruding through his stomach.

"Oh gods. Oh... no..." Wooyoung shook his head, the desperate need to escape slowly coming back.

But San started to snap his hips again, doing it in quick, hard jabs that punched the air from Wooyoung's lungs each time.

The werewolf sneered in satisfaction. Then he leaned forward and grabbed Wooyoung's jaw in a bruising grip. He could easily break the human's jaw if he really wanted to...

Slowly, San leaned forward, bracing himself by planting his other hand by Wooyoung's head and bending Wooyoung in half.

His gaze was hypnotizing. Wooyoung just couldn't seem to look away. Those blood-red, hungry eyes bore into his soul.

"That's it. Eyes here." San's voice was softer now, almost like a purr... until he adds, "Look at me while I'm railing you."

A new door opened after those words, because the rate at which San resumed fucking him was faster and harder than ever.

He moved more like an animal now, caging Wooyoung in with his wide shoulders and long arms.

And all Wooyoung could do was lie there and take it.

Something large started to catch against his rim, getting bigger and bigger with each pass.

It hurt... It was stretching him even more, tugging and pushing at his fragile skin.

"Almost... time..." San groaned. Long canines dug into his own lips, piercing skin and drawing blood.

Wooyoung could feel tears rolling down his face and into his matted, red hair, released whenever he remembered to blink. Which wasn't often, given how his gaze was still locked with the werewolf.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light filled the cave, right as San gave one final thrust, forcing himself in fully and binding himself to his captive. He also dipped his head down and sank his fangs into the meat of the human's shoulder.

Wooyoung screamed.

He screamed so hard his vision turned white and his voice broke.

He screamed so hard, anyone passing by would think he was dying.

Which was exactly how he felt...

His body was being ripped apart and stuffed and destroyed.

Yet he still couldn't look away from San's hypnotic gaze when the werewolf lifted his head again, blood dripping from his fangs and running down his chin. It kept him trapped, unable to form coherent words, only continuing his whimpers and moans.

A knot... San had a knot and now it locked him in place as gush after hot gush of cum was pumped into Wooyoung's helpless body.

And it wasn't stopping.

The human lifted his head just enough to watch his stomach slowly expand...

San pressed on his stomach a little, then bent over to lap at the bite mark on his shoulder. He was still growling with every exhale, as if trying to calm himself down.

"If only you could actually give me a pup."

Wooyoung froze at his words, a new wave of nightmares flashing through his mind faster than he could comprehend.

"I c-can't..." He whimpered weakly.

"Oh, my pet, I know." San lifted his head and cupped Wooyoung's cheek. It was deceptively tender for what the werewolf had just done to him. "You may not be able to right now..."

Then the sneer returned.

Outside, the Blood Moon was setting. It's eerie red glow slowly vanished from the cave, bringing forth the shadow of darkness.

But San's eyes only shined brighter. The dark red reflected off his long canines, giving him a renewed, sinister look.

Wooyoung began to tremble beneath him... tears pouring down his cheeks once more. "Please... Please..."

San licked his lips and gave a deep, rumbling laugh, then his final words sealed Wooyoung's fate as he started to roll his hips, dragging his still hard cock and knot back and forth inside the poor human.

"But maybe the next Blood Moon will grant that wish too."