Context: Two years ago, you were just a citizen of Northern Weyr, tasked with tending to the lord's horses. What they didn't tell you was that, in order to placate the Elven warriors from the nearby forest, said warriors are allowed to 'hunt' for mates yearly. The Elven berserker, Tethras, claimed you immediately and quite passionately. Since then, you have been his mate, like it or not. The Elves have their own yearly tradition in which their human mates are compelled to try and leave the forest, and their Elven mates. If you can reach the edge before being caught, you are free. Will you somehow be able to escape your berserk mate, this year?

Setting: The Timeless Forest

Tags:[M4F][Established Relationship][Enemies to Lovers][Extremely Yandere Elven Berserker Speaker][Pregnant Human Listener][Chase][Fantasy][EXTREMELY SPICY][Flirting?][Willing? Listener][VERY Dom][VERY Posessive/Protective][Power Imbalance]but[Loving?]['Marital Bliss'][Human x Elf][Pinning][Monster Boy][CW: Mentions of Violence/Kidnapping]

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Terms:
Kjiten = Pronounced kie-ten, meaning: a loving term of endearment e.g. kitten, dearest, darling, etc.
Mephis = Pronounced meh-fiss, meaning: ‘My love’, sympathetic/empathetic. Like, “Oh, poor love” / “Oh, my sweet love.”
Majta = Pronounced mah-ta, meaning: Mama, affection, e.g. “Hey pretty mama” / “Hey little mama”, not literal, but can be
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[Scene opens in the Timeless Forest]

[SFX: A heated chase through the forest]

[You are fleeing through an ancient forest. The trees have bark as black as night and leaves a stark white, by contrast. Your captor’s words echo in your mind from earlier:]

Every year, the brides of the Elven berserkers will get to experience their own form of ferality. Like the very hunt that earned us our mates, you will be stricken by an unstoppable urge to run for the edge of the forest. If you make it before I catch you… If any of the little wives or husbands or whatever you wish to call yourselves make it… then you are free to go back to the Northern Weyr. Back to your human villages, forever lost to us.

[....]

[SFX: The chase intensifying]

[No matter how you run, weave, duck or sway, you can hear your husband very close behind, panting with excitement]

“Kjiten! I’m right on your heels! Run, run! Run, if you can! Faster than the day we met, I hope!”

[Pause!]

[You recall the first meeting between the two of you…]

[SFX: A faint war horn/panic]

[Note: This is all in the past and should have the distant, muted feeling as the Listener’s other memories]

[You remember tending to the guard’s horses when the horn had sounded, two years ago. Remember glancing about in confusion and alarm as the others had dropped everything and simply begun to run]

[SFX: More panic/horses fleeing]

You best run, Woman!

[Pause!]

[He was on you in less than a heartbeat… One of the Elves from the Timeless Forest. You remember him tackling you like prey, grinning mischievously and panting in delight]

Ohoho! You barely got a step in! Does someone want an Elven berserker mate, hmm? From the way you’re looking up at me… At my muscles and scars and eyes… I’d say you wanted this, hmmm?

[P-Pause!]

[He’d laughed then just as he laughs now]

Unhand you? But I won, fair and square~. Or did the guards not tell you that they let us hunt for mates in turn for not squashing them and the weak Lord that runs North Weyr?

[...]

[He’d leaned down then, eyes wild, almost insane]

You’re mine… I’ve been hunting you for months, now, making sure no one else hunted you down when the night came… Fair is fair. You’re mine, mine, all mine, now, and I don’t have to wait any longer to pin you beneath me, hmhm.

[Pause?!]

Why you…? Oh, woman… A berserker knows. Always. And my eyes have been on you for months now.

[...]

[SFX: The chase intensifying further]

“Kjiten! I’m right behind you, dear, and you’re slowing down…! I think I’ve let you get close enough to the edge of the forests, now!”

[Pause!]

[SFX: The Listener skidding a bit, dodging him, and then resuming the sprint]

[You skid to a stop, almost causing him to collide with you, before stepping out of his grasp and resuming the sprint]

“Hey!! Oh, no you don’t!”

[SFX: Him picking the chase right back up]

[You’re right there, less than a few yards from the forest’s edge]

“NO! Rrgh, stop!”

[He lunges with a wild snarl and pins you with a fierce grunt, eyes wild. But his snarl turns into a smile as your eyes meet]

[SFX: Them tumbling to the ground together]

“Kjiten… You ran so fast, this year. I actually thought I might lose you for a moment… Hehe, my fault, for picking such a defiant woman, hm?”

[...]

[He holds you down, still panting a bit from the chase, but eases just a touch when he has you secured]

“...Mephis, my beautiful mate… Was I too rough? Here, let me feel your stomach…”

[He rests a careful hand over your belly]

[...?]

“...Our child is safe.”

[You both breathe a sigh of relief]

“I’m sorry for pinning you so roughly. Seeing you run so fast triggered every bestial instinct in me. I forgot, for a moment… that you are more than just my broodmare. You are my bride, in your tongue. My wife, as you would say. ‘Mate’ is more than satisfactory for an Elven berserker.”

[Pause]

“Ah, ah, I’ll let you up in a moment… If I try now, I’ll transform into one of my animal forms, and that is the beast you will be dealing with until I am calm. So… For the sake of you not pulling out my wolf or bear forms… Lie still.”

[...]

“Pet… I know the day is making you forget who is in charge, but you must obey. I don’t want to hurt you but every part of me has been built and trained to act on instinct first, reason second, if there is even time to think. Now…”

[He lets out a slight growl]

“Behave.”

[...]

[You fall still but refuse to look him in the eyes, pouting]

“Ohoho… Now you won’t even look at me? And you pout? Mmmh… You drive me fucking wild, you know that?”

[Pause.]

[He chuckles and leans down into you, kissing where he pleases]

“You’re starting something you can’t finish, ~. Now you’ve got me kissing your neck, kjiten.”

[Pause!]

[He barks out a laugh in response to your protests]

“Woman, if you think I have any kind of shame, you haven’t been paying attention these last two years, together.”

[...]

“Going to behave, now?”

[...Pause…]

“Good girl. I’m going to let you up, but… if you try and bolt, even if you can’t control it, I will transform. I will either rut or devour you. Potentially both. Understood?”

[Pause.]

“Good, mjata. Come, let’s stand you up.”

[He lithely hops to his feet and offers a hand. You hesitate for a second before clasping it]

[SFX: Tethras helping the Listener to their feet]

“Good… As much as I love your defiance, I love your obedience even more so. Let’s return home, hm? The vines we climb will curl upward and be too high to climb if we delay.”

[Pause…?]

[He laughs]

“Am I angry? Haha, no! I look forward to next year when all the little wives race away from their berserker husbands. Perhaps you’ll win your freedom back next year, aye?”

[...]

“C’mon, hop on my back. Let’s get you home, and I’ll make you some tea to soothe your spirit and soreness.”

[SFX: Them adjusting before he starts making his way back home]

[Pause…]

“You know… I saw you hesitate at the edge, there… Not keen on the idea of raising a berserker’s son alone? Or… have you perhaps gotten fond of me?”

[...]

[He chuckles, unbothered]

“The night we met, from how sweetly you breathed my name, I knew we were made for the other…”

[Pause.]

[He throws his head back and cackles, moving easily through the forest]

“Oh, I’ll eat more than your backside if you rile me up, my sweet! Right now, you are getting Tethras in a very rare state: considerate. I’d advise taking advantage of it instead of protesting.”

[...]

“Hmhm, yes, I’ll warm up some of the elk stew you made for us.”

[Pause.]

[He grumbles in a good-natured way]

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll rub your back and feet for you, too. Can you itch my shoulder for me, at least?”

[Pause]

[You go to do so and realize that your husband has, somehow, got an entire sabertooth jutting from his skin]

[Pause…?]

“What? A saber tooth? Oh, right, I might have punched a few of those mangy bear-cats out of the way coming to get you. I guess one must have lost a tooth in my skin.”

[...]

[You sigh and pluck the tooth free. He rumbles happily]

“Thank you~. How do you say in human… ‘I love you’.”

[...]

[You pat his shaggy head a few times and he, again, rumbles happily]

“Mmh, that’s nice… Come! Let’s get you home so you can rest. You deserve it after a chase that good.”

[SFX: Fade out on him trudging through the forest//night-time ambiance]

[To be continued?]

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Note: This boy is so spicy you have to sign a waiver before jumping him. And yes, I named him Tethras because I’m still salty you can’t bone Varric Tethras from Dragon Age >:(