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End of Season One, (but not really.)
There's no Enid coming to save her, and Tyler has ideas other than slash everything with claws violence.
Canon Divergence AU
The Hyde’s Out
“You’re like a cockroach.” He stalked closer.
She refused to give him an inch, even if her heart was pounding. “Please, Flattery will get you nowhere,” she shot back. Resisting the instinctual urge to step backwards.
Tyler’s fists gripped the front lapels of her blood-soaked jacket, a quick violent movement before yanking her forward. Taking part of her weight off the ground with a casual strength he'd never openly displayed before, just like the shackles in the crypt.
“This will not end well for you.” She warned. Ignoring her frantically racing heart and the clench of fear, and something darker in her abdomen.
His lips twisted in sadistic amusement. “Is that so?” he taunted.
Her knees nearly gave out as he wrenched the jacket off her with supernatural force, tossing it away and wrapping one hand around her throat.
“A little optimistic for someone already covered in blood, don’t you think?” His eyes dropped to her mouth, then lower, sliding over her body with a cruel heat as his hand started to squeeze.
“Guess Laurel doesn’t need you anymore, that makes you all mine.” His grin was wicked, his eyes deadly.
Her back slammed into the wet ground. The shock of cold and hard-packed earth stealing the air from her lungs before she could scream. She had scarcely managed a desperate greedy gasp for air before he was on her.
Tyler’s clawed hand tore through the heavy wool of her skirt like paper, exposing skin never seen by anyone else to the night’s chilled air with the same sting as a slap of hand. She shuddered, skin prickling, jolted out of her shocked, completely frozen state.
She kicked, twisted, desperate to wrench free—but his grip only tightened on her throat—squeezing until she felt lightheaded, before suddenly letting go.
Left her gasping at the rush of blood to her head.
One massive hand pinned her left wrists, the other her right, before yanking her arms down hard enough to almost dislocate a joint, contorting her smaller frame with force so he could also trap her ankles, and with a brutal stretch he spread her limbs wide.
Four captured by two.
Trapped.
This was a strange way to kill her—but she supposed he'd gotten off in the police station far too much at her stunned reaction. Now he wanted to humiliate her, torture her—not just kill her. Like a cat playing with it's prey.
His head lowered between her thighs as she panted, bucking against the hold, fighting for leverage that didn’t exist. It was worse than being stretched out on the rack back home, this wasn’t a game--this rack had teeth. Teeth very close to somewhere sensitive. Wednesday froze, sucking in a breath.
Tyler inhaled, deep and hungry, his grin cutting sharp against the dark. Bright white teeth like a Cheshire cat and the same cruelty.
“Does this turn you on, cockroach?” His voice was a growl, hot breath ghosting over damp cotton. “It does, doesn’t it?”
Tyler inhaled again, laughing cruelly at her expense and ground his face against the damp cotton separating her from his touch.
“Let’s take these off shall we?” He hissed, gripping the waistband in suddenly longer, sharper teeth and tearing them down the middle with a single, sharp jerk of his head.
He leaned back just slightly to view her glistening folds. She struggled, to no effect against his grip, mortified at how wet his gaze made her. The burning flush spreading up her neck deepening when Tyler used his Hyde strength to push back against her - easily over-powering her feeble attempts to close her legs around his head in shame.
“You look delicious cockroach, is this for me?”
He dipped his head and ran his tongue over her sex in one long, slow stroke. Ignoring her gasping protesting as he settled in for more. Worked the outside of her, then the nub, teasing and licking until the heat and slick lubricant of arousal coated his tongue, his chin, dripping from her lips. Teased and flicked until she was rolling her hips up from the wet dirt, into his touch even when she was trying not to. Unable to hold back her traitorous body's response.
Tyler laughed darkly and leaning closer, opens his jaws to seat his mouth over her sex and darts his tongue over once more---and then inside her.
Wednesday bucks and thrashes as his tongue suddenly spears deeper than any human tongue should reach. She gasps at the slightest sting of pain and Tyler moans, licking away the faint copper tang of blood from her slick entrance.
He draws back only long enough to mock her again.
“How does it feel to know you just fed your virginity to the tongue of a Hyde cockroach? It was delicious. I wonder how your very first orgasm will taste, let’s find out shall we? Be a good girl and open wide.”
She tried to fight, but knew it was hopeless. He was twice her size, even without Monster strength—she was at his mercy until he decided to kill her, or let her go.
He seats his mouth against her again despite the bucking protests. His tongue shifting and lengthening, driving deep to lick and kiss and swirl over every inner inch of her walls, but paying particular attention to the entrance to her womb. Darting his tongue in and out in a parody of a cock. It’s heavy length almost as thick as a human's member as he worked to coat her second barrier with his writhing swirling tongue.
The pheromones in his spit begin to take effect and she stops even the small fight she was giving him, and starts rocking her hips into his face, riding his mouth, begging and writhing under his thick tongue.
When he draws it from her depths to tease and flick her clit repeatedly, she orgasms back arching and gasping for air.
He laps at the nectar spilling from her overflowing cunt and flicks his tongue over her relentlessly working her body to a second and third completion…until her cervix is soft and coated in his spit, and her juices have tangled and intermixed with his in every cell of her sex leaving her engorged, hypersensitive—
Ready to be breed.
She long since stopped fighting him thanks to the combined effect of his spit and the orgasms flooding her bloodstream with her own chemical hormones. He can practically smell them, taste them on her skin. So she offers no resistance when he releases her limbs, ripping her shirt and bra from her body like the items are no more substance than tissue paper.
“I was just going to humiliate you before,” He flips her into her knees in front of him, already opening his pants and tossing away his coat and shirt. “But you taste so delicious cockroach—I think I’d like to keep your sweet little pussy all to myself.”
He grips his thick Hyde sized cock in one hand and her hips in the other. Even in his human form he's far larger than most.
“And that means I have to claim it. Are you ready?”
Wednesday felt the blunt wide head of his cock press against her sex. Bit her lip to hold back a desperate sound as he dragged the thick edge over slick skin. Coating himself in the gathering evidence of just how badly his touch was affecting her, whether she would admit it verbally or not.
It was a moot point anyway. There was no fooling the Hyde’s superior sense of smell. No mistaking the slippery flesh between her thighs luring him in for anything else.
“So wet, for me little cockroach? You really are filthy, aren’t you?”
She would never admit the way her insides clenched at the dark words, at the tone, the path of his hand over her side, gripping her hip and shoving her forward so her face pressed to the ground.
Her hips and ass presented to him like a sacrificial offering, like a gift. Like an animal ready to rut.
Wednesday sucked in a tight breath through clenched teeth as Tyler notched the thick head of his cock against her entrance and pushed. She did not yield easily.
The pressure built, even soaked as she was with her own lubricant, with the added heat and stretching from his tongue working her open; her body resisted.
Didn’t want him to fit. The size of him by feel alone was almost frightening in a delightful way.
He pushed against her, leaning her forward with the demand, pressing harder, before that first thick ridge popped inside her with a startled gasp.
Animalistic noise tangled up in Wednesday's throat, clawed up from deep inside, half distressed, half feral need.
“Oh cockroach, you have no idea what I’m going to do to this tight little pussy.” Tyler growled low and tight. His fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, keeping her still. Preventing escape. Though she hasn’t tried to move out of his grasp. Hardly struggled.
Maybe it’s the shock of it, she ponders breathlessly.
Finding herself here, on her knees with her mortal enemy's cock parting her swollen lips.
Body already humming after the feel of his tongue fucking through her slick heat. Preparing her with his mouth and tongue specifically, with the pheromones she knew from her research were found in a Hyde’s saliva and cum.
Chemicals designed to alter even her human body when he licked her there, so she would be ready to take him fully.
Tyler was going to breed her—not just fuck her. To fuck her he could have used his human tongue, his human cock. But the length of the tongue that had plunging inside her tight walls, flicking against her cervix deep inside leaving her panting and shaking…
No, Tyler is going to do far more than just fuck her. He’s already said as much.
He’s going to bury his cock inside her womb and knot her before filling her. She knows biologically, there’s no way this ends without her pregnant with Tyler’s seed.
She wonders with an absentminded detachment, fighting the chemicals floating through her blood stream, if the Tea her mother once advised she use to prevent pregnancy is potent enough to stop a Hyde Rut.
With a flush of embarrassment she realizes she’s going to find out. Assuming she's still alive to drink anything at all.
She’s ready to take him, All of him.
She just didn’t know it yet.
But even now, Tyler could smell it.
The change in her scent.
The effect his salvia had already started to inflict growing stronger. By the time he seated himself fully in her heat. Buried his knot inside her tight wet cunt her cervix would be open to him and his seed would pump right into her womb. Locked inside her fertile belly with not just one ring of muscle, but two.
He planned to rut into her tight little hole until she was pumped so full of his cum that even with his knot locking her to him, the excess would leak, spill down her legs and drip from her overflowing hole. Unable to take the pressure as he pumped rope after thick rope of his spend into her womb. He's been saving it for weeks. Just for her.
He’s filled with malicious glee as he considers using it to lubricate that tight little asshole while she's on her knees. His knot filling her. Finger fuck her to several orgasms to further humiliate her as he explained exactly what he was doing to her.
--How he wouldn’t be pulling out of her, like some teenage tryst. Wouldn’t be ending her torment until he was certain he’d fucked a new generation of blood thirsty Hydes into her belly.
Maybe he’d chain her up in the cave and keep her there, needy and open to him. Rut into her for weeks or months, until she was so round with his spawn there would be nothing anyone could do to stop it magically or otherwise.
Would her roommate come looking for her? Not that it would matter. He was certain he could handle the glitter bomb reject excuse for a wolf.
He’d take a perverse primal pleasure in watching her expel his first whelp in eight months, just to turn her over on her knees and pound another one right back into her raw empty holes.
Tyler couldn’t think of a better future, or a more fitting punishment for the snarky, stuck-up teen girl that tried to torture HIM, who acted like everyone else was so beneath her.
She’d have a hard time looking down her nose at him while on her knees, taking his seed, drooling like a bitch in heat.
Maybe she’d make it extra delicious for him? He could tell her his plans and then fuck into her while she cried, begging him to stop.
It would be the sweetest music to his ears imaginable.
Wednesday shifted on her knees, beneath him. Perhaps getting over some of the initial shock of feeling Tyler’s mouth lapping at her folds, at feeling his thick rough tongue. Clearly no longer strictly human flicking inside her, curling and coaxing her depths while she fought the whole time not to moan, not to take pleasure in what she likely viewed as a purely sexual act.
As if his only goal were to lick her to orgasm.
The orgasm certainly helped not just to humiliate her further, but it worked in tandem with the chemicals in his saliva to dilate her virgin womb.
He’d already felt her opening to his ministrations before the orgasm took place. Parting to make room for his full length so he can drive his knot past the tight ring of muscles still clenched in protest, clamped down on his intrusion after just his thick head.
He's going to ruin her with his cock.
And he’s going to enjoy every stroke.
Already delighted in watching her fight as he pushed her over the edge multiple times, opening his jaw wide and driving his tongue all the way through her to the fertile space. Caressing over her inner walls while she fluttered and spasmed and her ovaries prepared to release eggs for him to seed.
His mother may have taken a human lover--only produced one child. But Tyler is a male Hyde. He’s seen the few manuscripts Laurel tried to keep hidden from him, perhaps worried he might try to take her for the same purpose.
But Tyler has never wanted her. When he’s done here, he has every intention of slicing open the bitch's throat.
From the moment he caught her scent through the steam and scent of roasted coffee beans, he’d known. The first time he used his Hyde tongue, the first time he rutted and knotted filling a mate with his seed—it would be Wednesday. Could only be Wednesday.
The fact that she’ll hate him, fight him; Buck and thrash while he dominates her? Only makes it more perfect.
He’ll overpower her, as he’s already done, and pump into her, locking them together until it’s done and he’s satisfied with the outcome.
Her inner walls spasm and clench around the ridge of his cock and Tyler allowed his hips to press forward slightly, barely more than an inch past that first tight resistance.
His goal is to breed her, not rip her in two.
He keeps his thrust shallow, holding to just the very edge of her channel allowing her tiny body time to adjust to the stretch at her entrance where he knows she’ll have to stretch further around his knot.
Eventually she’s rocking back on her knees pushing herself just slightly against his cock seeking friction. Little whimpers and panting moans escape her lips as the full chemical effect of his tongue works through her blood stream. It’s designed to pacify a female Hyde, against barely 100 pounds Wednesday? The girl might allow anything to fuck her right now. Was, technically he mused, pumping his hips driving deeper.
He’s looking forward to her reactions once the initial response wears off and the horror of feeling his cock locked inside her strikes.
She keeps rocking her hips and slowly Tyler lets his cock slide deeper. Each new tight inch forces her to roll her spine, keen and wiggle away from the stretch. But she can’t go far and his hands keep her pliant and open for his slowly deepening intrusion.
When he’s halfway inside her she starts to pant harder, his girth is larger than anything she likely expected to encounter in the human world. And she’s small herself. Which makes the clenching fluttering sheath of silk closing around his length all the more exquisite.
Soon his short, stilted thrusting has worked her cunt soaked and dripping wet all the way down his base. His thick curls rest against her outer lips, and his heavy balls slap forward against her clit as he starts to pump inside her with his full length.
Pistoning his hips flush against her with every drive he fucks a steady rhythm. Against her, inside her, holding her hips to keep her pinned as he splits her wide open on his cock with every forward thrust.
Beneath him her keening and panting has turned to desperate moans, and her spine bucks every few thrusts in a halfhearted attempt to dislodge his cock as it punches through her sex and all the way to her innermost chamber.
The feel of the tight second ring of muscles normally closed and guarding her womb from mere human invasion instead rubbing the head of his cock, fluttering and squeezing around his thrusts its enough to increase his drive. He pumps harder feeling his cock start to swell as she starts to really buck against him in earnest.
But not back to meet him. Suddenly regaining speech, like a curtain falling in her mind, remembering to form words, gasping a litany of no, and stop, and his name. But she doesn't scream it.
She pants it with a throaty desperate need that turns every no into a yes. Working him up further.
He likes that she might still fight him, instead of submit. While he pumps harder and faster. Moving one of his hands to her swollen clit, slick with her juices to rub and pinch.
A powerful orgasm rips through her body regardless of her protesting as his thrusts become harsher, more violent--as his base swells with the start of his breeding knot. Glancing down to see it bumping up against the outside of her dripping swollen cunt even he’s not sure it will fit for a few moments. She's already taken so much.
But instinct tells him that his mate is made to stretch, to take his spawn and to lock around his knot as he breeds her.
“Tyler! No!” she’s almost shouting now.
He grips her hips tighter driving forward to the base of his knot. She whines, cries out, but his fingers on her clit and the steady pressure and force send him popping through the tight ring at her entrance.
Just like the first intrusion of his cock into her tight pussy. She spasms, fluttering frantically, clenching and moaning. He feels his cock swell further as he grinds his pelvis and hand against her.
She lets out a sob as his cock thrust one final time, shoving him all the way to her womb. Past her cervix, she clamps down in response closing around the thick head and he can feel his orgasm deep inside her.
The pleasure of breeding his mate, the knot pressed against her walls locking them together for the duration of his rut floods his entire body with endorphins. He rocks his body into her hips, hands holding her steady as jet after hot sticky jet leaves him in waves of euphoric bliss, each only increasing his pleasure.
Beneath him she whimpers, jerking and crying out in pain as he leans over her back shifting his knot deeper. Removing his hand from her clit to brace his weight so he doesn’t crush her before she takes all the seed he has to plant in her belly.
His free hand wraps around to grip the delicate column of her throat. She bites back a moan as he gently squeezes in primal warning. Holding his mate still until he’s finished filling her. It will take several minutes before his orgasm ends and the knot eventually subsides after, allowing the optimal time for her ovaries to release eggs in response to his ministrations.
“So good for me, look at you. You take me so well.” He growls against her ear. Tongue flicking out to trace over her neck, nipping at the tight tendons there.
She whimpers against his grip and Tyler smirks.
“What’s wrong my little bitch in heat, didn’t wake up today prepared to take my cock, my knot inside the tight perfect pussy?”
She shudders beneath him at the same time he shivers feeling another wave of cum pump into her belly.
“Feel that?” Tyler groans. “that’s the next generation of little monsters. I’m pumping you full of little Tyler’s right now. And I can smell it.” He buries his nose against her neck and inhales savagely like a wild animal. “You’ve already ovulated for me; you’ll be full of a whole litter of Hydes before we’re even done with this first knot.”
She shakes her head in denial, and he tightens his grip around the delicate column of her throat.
“Yes, Wednesday. There’s no fighting this, so don’t even try.” He growls teeth bared.
“Tyler ...” she gasps out shuddering. Her channel clenching around his knot tighter in her distress bringing him even more pleasure. So much that for a moment his eyes almost roll back in his head.
“Yes, my little cockroach? You know even if your fertile womb is full of my spawn after this first round…I think I should make sure it takes. It never hurts to be thorough, right? I think I’ll breed you the rest of the night, fuck, the rest of the week even. I’ll make you take my cock and my knot so many times you’ll be a mindless drooling mess for it. You’ll crave it. Beg for more. And I’ll give it to you.”
She whimpers his name again. Tyler releases her throat confident in the lock. There’s no way she could pull free from him now. Not even if he stood to his full height, she’d probably hang from his cock like a used sock, limp and whimpering. The possibility of using gravity to hold as much seed deep inside her is tempting, but Tyler has other wicked ideas.
He runs his fingers through the liquid coating her thighs, seeping from her and coats his hands in it before bringing his attention to her puckered hole.
She bucks in protest the movement triggered another delicious wave of seed to spurt from his cock as the motion jerks against their tie milking him harder.
“That’s it little, cockroach.” He can't help but taunt her grinning, “Suck my cock dry with that greedy pussy. I can’t ignore these other holes.”
He works his fingers into her asshole, finger fucking her rear while his other hand pinches and slaps her clit. She screams and moans, every jerk of her body tightening around his swollen dick. As he alternates finger fucking her hole, and gripping her breasts, savagely twisting her nipples until they’re raw the last wave of his own orgasm finishes.
She protests but can’t fight her reactions, orgasms occasionally startling her into shocked silence, while her cunt soaked up every drop of cum pumped inside her tight walls.
“That’s it Baby, milk my cock with your struggles.” He growls as he feels the knot start to release its death grip locking them together roughly ten minutes later. But he’s far from finished with her.
Sperm jets down her legs, gushes to the ground and she sobs.
“Shhhh, don’t cry my little cockroach. I’ll give you more. It’s okay if you couldn’t keep it all inside. Don’t you worry.”
She sobs harder shaking her head, face a snotty red mess from orgasmic release, hormones and crying.
The thick length of his cock twitches growing hard again even as the knot shrinks down--allows him to pump his hips into her again, the thicker base where his knot was rubbing against her sensitive inner walls causing her to buck and keen again, which only excited his Hyde instincts further.
“I think my little cockroach, I’m going to bury my cock inside this tight creamy pussy one more time, knot you real good, after I fuck as much of my cum deep in that belly as possible.
And when we’re done with our second knot, we’ll make it more fun. You like games don’t you cockroach? The third time--you run. I’ll give you a head start, and when I catch you? I’m going to pound my cock into this pussy so hard you’ll pass out.”
She whimpers against him. Trembling as he pumps his hips, driving his cock deeper into her belly, fucking his seed back up her channel and deeper into her already flooded womb.
“Such a good girl, you should see how well this sweet, wrecked pussy takes my thick cock.”
“Tyler no,” she rasps, pulling uselessly against his grip. “I’m not a Hyde,” she gasps as he leans over her again, squeezes her throat tighter for a moment before letting her draw in air again.
“Aw, are you worried about how many babies I’m going to pump into your belly? Don’t worry, Hyde babies consume one another even in the womb, until only the strongest are left. So you’ll have at most two, maybe three of my spawn inside this tight belly clawing around. That’s why I picked you cockroach, your perfect to take my seed, cockroaches are hard to kill.”
She sobs quietly while he pumps harder. Eventually spitting into his hand and using his fingers and palm to spread the moisture over her clit—letting the pheromones of his Hyde overwhelm her human body again—twisting her head to face him and demanding she open her mouth so he can lick and kiss her before spitting directly onto her tongue and ordering her to swallow. The rush of chemical hormones keeping her cervix open to him, ready to take another thick load of seed before it closes locking up tight.
Minutes later her sobs have turned to desperate noises again and she’s driving her hips back against his cock. When he knots her the second time, he can already feel the difference. She keens and wails, trembling and spasming in pleasure rocking back and grinding against his base until she orgasms almost in sequence with every new thick hot jet of cum he spurts directly into her womb.
The second dose must be stronger, or it’s a cumulative effect that lasts longer each time, he’s not sure, further research is clearly needed he muses darkly.
She’s still begging and writhing against him for the third knot forcing him to adjust his plans. Her knees pooled in a spreading puddle of their fluids, more trickling out of her even around the knot. But by the time that one receded she’s bucking and crying again.
Her boneless almost useless legs barely hold her up as he drags her to her feet—orders her to run with a slap on the ass and watches amused as she stumbles forward cum running in rivers down her legs.
She doesn’t make it far despite the three-minute head start he gives her, but after he catches her, forces her back to the ground---this time on her back and slams his cock back inside her tight wet hole she accepts her purpose and spreads her legs farther for him.
He’s surprised how pleased he is with her surrender.
The sixth or seventh time of filling her—this time with only his human cock, as her womb has closed tight already filled to bursting with his cum, she’s no longer resisting even without his spit.
She moans and rocks into his touch, fully converted to his ministrations, desperate for his touch. He expected disappointment at the lack of fight, but feeling her pliant and moaning, clutching at his skin is its own kind of victory. One that makes his Hyde purr in appreciation.
Her scent has already shifted again before the night is done. One of the eggs she’s released for his rutting is already implanting in her womb.
He sinks his teeth into her neck, ruts into her with the primal satisfaction of knowing he knocked up his mate, elitist Wednesday Addams, with his monster babies.
Laurel can go fuck herself with her petty plans for revenge. He’ll rip her throat out later tonight while his pregnant mate rests to take him again tomorrow.
She accepts what he gives like a good girl, and he can’t wait to see her whelp his babies so he can bend her over the second her belly is empty and fuck more into her all over again.
He might not even wait before he drops them into a surrender box for adoption. Scatters them as far and wide as possible, ticking time bombs, little seeds of chaos to wreak havoc on unsuspecting normies and outcasts alike.
Laurel’s plans are so uninspired. He can only imagine the dark amusement on his mate’s face as she watches his chaos unfold.
He'll spend the rest of his life fucking her on her knees and pounding his seed into her. Fuck anyone else’s plans.
Tyler is his own Master now.