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scoobdawgg · 12 days ago

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Wicked Animas

Hiii so this is my first tumblr post and I have been writing this story on and off again for a while and I feel like the only way for me to actually stay committed to writing a story is knowing other people are reading it/ expecting updated on it so I have decided to just go ahead and post it on here to bring back that motivation of writing it. It is MFMMMMM and all OC's all characteristics/features by me so no stealing pls lol.

ALSO NO MINORS

Anyhow I hope you guys enjoy :))

No specific warnings for this chapter really other than some foul language lol

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One: Artus

“I swear to the heavens, Arty, please go get laid so you can stop being in this funk ass mood.”

I sighed, moving by body to narrowly dodge a pillow being thrown at my head, “Getting laid is not what I need, Azar and you know this.”

“Yea, if getting laid was what he needed, he could’ve just fucked you and gotten over it by now,” Sevran said unapologetically, ignoring the glare I sent his way as our dragons mood soured even more at his words.

“No one needs you to be a fucking dick Sev, yet you are anyways,” I growled at him, knowing it was pointless and ineffective as he is always unfazed by anything anyone says before reaching my long arms out to pull my dragon down on to my lap on the couch, “Don’t listen to his words, Z.”

“Oh I’m not hurt by him at all, he’s just pissed because I didn’t let him eat my ass last night,” Azar said, rolling his eyes and flicking off the shark as he stalked off, “But he’s not wrong, I’m not enough for you, hell none of us are enough for each other because we aren’t a complete pride. You are completely valid for feeling like something is missing, we all do. But you shouldn’t be in a mood 24/7 and close yourself off from all the good in life just because we haven’t found our omega yet.”

“He’s right brother,” My younger brother, Tavros says as he walks in through the huge entryway to the house, shaking off his mud and blood covered boots before walking towards the couch to give both Azar and I a kiss, “You’ve barely left the house in months, haven’t even let any of us touch you even longer than that. I get waiting on our omega but we’ve been searching all this time and still haven’t found them, you can’t keep closing yourself off like this. It isn’t healthy.”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. I-disappear-for-months-on-end-without-telling-anyone,” Rhys says as he walks into the living room, greeting Tavros by pulling his head down to his for a quick kiss before sitting on the couch next to me and automatically snuggling under my arm, “ I am surprised your back so early this time around, I thought work was always more important than us.”

“Watch your attitude before I fuck it out of you,” Tavros snaps back, his words only playing him right into Rhys’ hands as he laughs and winks at him.

“But, all jokes aside, you really need to get out more, Artus. Go find a pretty little beta or omega to take your troubles away for the night if you don’t want us to help. You know we won’t mind at all, in fact ‘Zar and I were just talking about how all of us should go to the strip club tonight. It’s supposed to be some major fun event going on there and it’ll be a good way for us to blow off some steam.”

“The strip club? I haven’t been there since my early twenties,” Leon, the leader of our pride and king, states as he descends the stairs, loosening the tie around neck, “I didn’t even realize they were still such a big deal really.”

“Way to sound like an old ass grandpa, Lee,” Azar says as he and Rhys laugh, causing our king to growl and roll his eyes at our mates, “ But doesn’t it sound like such a good idea though? We all get to get out, drink a little, find us some pretty cunts to share for the night.”

I gasp at his words, “Azar you don’t have to say it like that. Besides, why do we need to go searching for sex when we have each other?”

“Uh, excuse me, but didn’t Tavros just say how you haven’t let any of us touch you in months?” The mocking and disrespect in Rhys’ tone entices a growl from my chest but I stay quiet, no rebuttal for his claim. “My point exactly, we need to go find some women and get laid, all of us.”

“Especially me,” Azar pointedly says, “You all get to fuck me and blow off steam but would any of you guys ever let me bend y’all over and fuck?” The room goes so quiet, you could even hear a pin drop before Servan could be heard a few rooms over yelling ‘Fuck no.’

“Exactly. And as much as I love being a good boy for you guys, you all forget I am an Alpha too and have needs that none of y’all can fulfill, just like I can’t fulfill everything you need,” Azar keeps talking, turning in my lap to look at me, “So it’s ok for us to go find more with others, even if just for one night. It’ll keep us healthy and the animas within us stable until we do find our omega.” He finishes the sentiment with a sweet kiss, causing me to sigh and pull him closer as I stew over the fact that he and Rhys are completely right.

“I agree with the boys,” Leon says, groaning as Tavros leans down to pull him in for a kiss, “A night out is what everyone needs. We can get ready and leave in about an hour to go to the club they want to go to. All of us, including you Sevran.” This entices cheers from our fae and dragon while our shark yells curses before slamming the door to his room shut.

Rhys and Azar take off from the couch, practically sprinting to their rooms to shower and get ready. Tavros lets our king go before stalking off to his room, to shower the blood and gunk from his latest victim off his body before the night begins. Leon makes his way to the couch where I am sitting, taking a seat and propping himself against the arm of the couch before pulling me into his arms.

“Are you ok, Artus?” He asks, his deep voice soothing and calm as he rubs his large hands through my curls, the action causing me to fully relax in his hold.

“I feel like I’m failing, Leo. The bear in me yearns for its omega, it wants cubs and a complete pride to nurture and protect. My parents already had me and Armetus by my age, and Tavros also to care for and raise. I’m failing since I haven’t managed to find my omega or have cubs yet and I don’t know what to do.” I hate how vulnerable I sound, I am too big at 6’9 and 325 pounds to sound so pathetic at this moment. But I simply can’t help the yearn in my chest for more, for a family. All bear shifters have this strong yearn and urge for a complete family and cubs, and the older they get, the more intense it grows until that goal is fulfilled.

“Don’t ever feel ashamed for how you feel or expressing it to me,” Leon says, willing comfort through our mating bond towards me to ease the ache in my chest, “It does not make you any weaker for wanting more and fulfilling your anima. I also want nothing more than to complete our pride and start growing a family for all of us. We’ve got this big house and all the money in the world, we are finally in a secure and stable position in life so it’s understandable to want more. And we will one day, when the fates deem the timing right for us.”

I sigh, burying my head into his broad chest, “You’re right. I am sorry for pushing you guys away like that. I just felt guilty for wanting more outside of what the pride has.”

“Never feel guilty for wanting more for our future,” He says, finality in his voice as he presses a comforting kiss on my forehead, “I promise and assure you, we all do too. Now rest with me while we have time before leaving, I’ve missed cuddling with my big bear.”

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I winced, almost shutting my eyes as they slowly adjusted to the bright, multicolored stream lights within the dark room. My nostrils, incredibly sensitive, burned from the intense stench of liquor and weed that wafted through the air as we made our way deeper in the club. Everyone knows of Pridemore Co. and our pack, as we are one of the strongest and most wealthy packs in the Shifter Realm, so getting granted entrance into the club and VIP section seatings took nothing but a phone call from our alpha to make. We don’t use our power and influence on our connections often, but they do come in handy when we go into heavily populated areas and want space for ourselves. Not only because of how famous we are considered to be, but also because of how big each of us are and how much space we tend to take up.

We all trailed behind Leon as he and the owner of the club guided us through the crowd, club-gowers stopping and gawking at us as they quickly made a path for us to walk. It was not intentional, our presence just commanded attention wherever we went without us having to try. And I’m sure our outfits did nothing to help us stick out any less. Rhys and Azar were practically matching, both having on tight white slacks that left nothing from the front or the back to imagination, with Azar wearing a red silk button down that somewhat matched the fiery red curls on his head. He only bothered to button the bottom three buttons, leaving his chest and abs completely exposed. Rhys chose to wear the blue version of that shirt, matching our dragon in style as his shirt too left his chest bare for the world to see, no doubt wanting to show off his latest piercing as the small diamond rods surrounding his nipples glinted from the club lights. His long, dark silky curls were down instead of up this time, wildly done and parted to the side. He and Tavros were both obsessed with getting piercings, and showing them off whenever they could. Tavros and I were arguably the least dressed up out of the whole bunch, both in plain white v-neck t-shirts with black jeans and white shoes to go with. The bull dressed his look up a little with his signature black leather jacket and gold chains, earrings, watches and jewelry all over him. He even changed out the silver hoop he normally wears in his horn for a gold one for the occasion, and if you get closer enough to see his chest strain against the white shirt, you would see the gold bars he had embedded through his nipples as well. His locs, thick and long, were put up into a high bun that rested between his horns upon his head.

I was honestly surprised at how much effort Sevran put into his outfit for the night, fitted black slacks with a white button down that sparkled under the lights, the tops buttons undone to see the upper half of his broad chest, silver being his main choice for accessories with his earrings and chains. His silver hair was his normal slicked back style but it just added more to the look to make him all the more refined and handsome. Leon was the only member in this pride that did not change for the night, remaining in his black button down and slacks from earlier, but definitely more relaxed as he had his sleeves rolled up to expose his veiny forearms and top buttons undone as well. His long blonde hair was also down like Rhys instead of up like it normally is, thick golden waves falling just down his mid back.

We ventured forth until we made it to a slightly quieter section, one away from the main stage but still had a smaller stage with a pole and walkway connected to the main one. This section was guarded by a bouncer, by the black stripes streaking through his blonde hair I could tell was a tiger shifter, who after a sharp nod from the owner in our pride's direction, pulled the velvet rope back and let us in. My pride spreads out among the couches in this section, Rhys and Azar taking the slightly smaller loveseat as they immediately began entertaining the bottle girls that approached them. Tavros stood towards the back of the section, the protector bull stewing inside him as he sharply gazed around the cub. He always plays lookout and bodyguard for us whenever we all go out together, even though we are all more than capable of defending ourselves and easily end a man's life, doing this soothes the bull in him knowing he's protecting what he considered his precious jewels.

Sevran and I took a couch on the other side, bottle girls approaching us to offer drinks and flirt. Sevran accepted a drink from them, but ignored their attempts at getting his attention. I, on the other hand, politely declined both drinks and turned the woman away, pointing her in the direction of my fae and dragon who are more willing and susceptible to a woman's touch and attention. Leon was the last to take a seat, sitting in the center of the room on the lone chair facing the centerpoint of the stage, almost treating the chair as a throne as he man spreaded and let his presence be known throughout the entire club. Slightly copying Sevrans actions, he accepted a glass of champagne from the bottle girl but turned down her attempts at flirting much nicer than our shark did.

An hour or so passed in the club, Rhys and Azar having the time of their lives as the girls kissed on their necks and chest, not hiding their attempts at groping them and rubbing their bodies along theirs. Sevran, despite how cold and rude he was, ended up with a girl dancing and grinding on his lap, large hands gripping her waist and pulling her body against his. Even Tavros let somewhat loose, a pretty panther shifter constantly refilling his glass as she grinded against his hard body. Only Leon and I remained single with no pretty girls on our laps, just watching and observing our pack enjoying themselves along with the other club-goers. I could feel my chest constantly constricting, the feeling of anxiety and anticipation gnawing at me, like something was supposed to happen tonight.

“Ladies and Gentleman, I hope you saved room for dessert,” the dj’s voice boomed through the speakers throughout the club, causing me to turn my head towards the main stage as I saw the girls currently on stage cleaning up any stray bills and make their way off the stage, “Cuz we’ve got a real special treat for you tonight. We gotta bring out the big guns since we’ve got some real dope ass ballers in the house, everyone makes some noise for the Pridemore pack!”

Cheers and hollers sounded throughout the club as a spotlight shone in our direction, lighting it up just enough for the whole club to see us. I turned towards Leon, giving him a puzzled look that asked if he knew this would happen. He just shrugged his shoulders, a bemused look on his face, and went along with it, giving a small smile and wave to the rest of the club. Azar and Rhys cheered, their youthful minds loving the attention they and our pack was receiving. Even Sevran looked as if he were enjoying himself, the tiniest smirk cracking through his cold features as he tilted his head back and drank straight from a bottle of very expensive liquor.

“Glad we’re all on the same page, much respect to the Pridemore Pack and everything they do for the community!” More cheers and hollers sounded through the club before the DJ continued, “Now I was you to show just as much love to our main dancer for the night. The one and only, Enchantress!”

At the announcement of her name, the club suddenly grew dark as the music switched from the hype party music to a song, slow and sensual, creating a vibe of lust and sex throughout the building. One lone spotlight shone on the center stage, a dark green one lighting the pole up to reveal a dancer slowly walking towards it at the beat of the song. Each step the dancer took was calculated, filled with sexiness and confidence as she let her black platform heels carry her to the pole. She wore a black strapless lingerie set, the lace bodice wrapped tightly around her chest and accentuating her heavy and full breasts and small waist. She had a sheer black shawl draped over her arms, pointless to have as it did absolutely nothing to cover her body. It actually made her seem all the more tempting and exposed. Her dark melanated skin practically glowed under the lights, dark locs hanging in ringlet curls down to her waist. Something about her presence was so tempting, so alluring, it made the bear in me ache with need and want.

Enchantress let the music draw out some more, grabbing the pole and circling it slowly, doing a once over the whole club. Everyone’s eyes were on her, all the attention in the club was centered on the main stage and main stage only, and you could tell by the mischievous smirk on her face that she absolutely loved it all. She hoisted her body in the main, music changing to match her moves as she danced on the pole. I never thought I could be so jealous of an inanimate object before in my life, wanting desperately to be the pole her thick and luscious thighs were wrapped around. She was by no means a tiny woman, but the way she maneuvered around the pole high in the air before dropping down fast, landing into a perfect full split as the crowd went wild. Minutes, hours passed, only the heavens knew how long we sat staring at the girl, twisting and turning on the pole and she enchanted my pride and the crowd away, just like her namesake. Finally, I tore my gaze away from her to glance around at my pride, wondering if they were just as entranced with her as I was. The bottle girls that were once the center of my dragon and fae’s attention, long forgotten as they stared, eyes wide and mouths agape at the lone woman on stage. Sevran had fully pushed the bottle girl off his lap, bottle hanging between his fingertips as his eyes were glued to the stage. Tavros was still and rigid, ignoring the pretty panther's attempts to regain his attention as his eyes were trained solely on the woman dancing on the pole. Leons eyes met mine, a look of lust and knowing in them as he nodded towards the stage.

I turned my attention back to the stage as the woman grabbed a microphone from someone in the crowd and spoke, “It’s a lovely night tonight, right guys?” By the fates I never knew a woman’s voice could sound so damn sinful and innocent at the same time. She had a low and sultry voice, clearly breathless from the performance she just gave. Everyone in the club agreed with me unknowingly as they cheered even more, going more crazy at the sound of her voice than of her dancing.

“I heard we’ve got some special guests in the house tonight,” She says, taking long, sensual strides in our directions, “Ladies, I hope you’ve been treating these nice, fine gentlemen of the Pridemore pack alright.” She finishes, stopping at the pole that's on the smaller stage in our private VIP section, gripping the pole before dropping into a squat as she glances over each one of us. I could barely hear the bottle girls around us cheer and clap loudly as my eyes raked over her body, now much closer I could see more details along the lace pattern, tiny rhinestones embedded into the fabric to make her body shine whenever the spotlight hit just right. I took in the fullness of her hips, the thickness of her thighs and the ungodly amount of ass she was carrying behind her. There was nothing I wanted to do more than caress and kiss the pudge of her soft tummy before making my way up through the valley of her breasts to her slender neck and face. Even in the dim lights of the club and the dark spotlight that shone on her, I could easily tell that she was the most beautiful woman to have ever graced this planet, a true goddess among men. I took in her facial features slowly, committing to memory the full poutiness of her lips, her absolutely adorable button nose and those eyes. Eyes so beautiful and captivating that I could hardly tell what color they were. I lost all feeling and felt every single emotion at once when her gaze finally met mine.

There was nothing that could stop the loud growl that erupted from my chest, “Mine.”

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