Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  “No, Suzie, you were begging me to fuck you a minute ago and that’s what I’m going to do just now.” Ben said, in a low husky voice. He came just an inch closer to me and ran the wet sticky head of his cock against my pussy. Taking the wet from me and running it along himself too, groaning out a little as he did so. The heat and the slick wetness of my pussy was perfect against him, he closed his eyes a little and pressed himself lightly against me as he continued the rubbing. The pressure of him was amazing, and I was dying for him to finally just slide that rock hard cock deep inside me. I opened my legs wider and tried to budge my hips forward to invite him to start fucking me. He knew what I wanted and took hold of my hips to steady me, he leaned forward and slowly let his thick cock fill me up, nice and slowly and deep. I gasped and held my breath as he went all the way into me. He felt amazing, causing me to moan out as his hips started to quicken their speed. He gripped me hard and grunted as he pulled out as far as he could and then slammed himself into me. He repeatedly did this to me, the deep thrusting and pulling out, as he kept his eyes closed tight and I moaned into his ear. The pounding started to quicken, his hips moved fast and hard, bashing against my thighs and forcing his hard cock into me, pounding pleasure over and over up my body, sending waves of tingles up my spine hardening my nipples with each and every plunge. His hands moved up from my hips and he grabbed my tits, holding one firmly in his hand and taking the other hand on up to my throat and lightly placing his fingers round my neck, this vulnerable position he had me in made me feel like I would explode and come very quickly. I begged him not to stop and closed my eyes as he increased his pace, slamming his cock over and over against my G spot and continued to squeeze and pinch my tits and nipples and increased the pressure on my throat to just a gentle squeeze. It was amazing and I was incredibly close, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

  “You guys okay? The garage was empty when I came back and I shouted for you but I got no response.”

  It was my husband Ryan, he had come back home and was stood right outside the door where Ben had his cock deep in my pussy. Where Ben had me right on the edge of a body shaking orgasm.

  “Yeah, honey. Ben just badly cut his hand on the car, I’m helping him clean it up.” I replied, hoping I didn’t sound too breathless and odd.

  “Sorry, we’ll be down in a second bro,” added Ben, helping me out with my lie.

  “Oh right, haha” laughed Ryan, “I’ll just get these tools set up for us then Ben.” He said as he walked back down the stairs.

  Coming that close to being caught was ashamedly a massive turn on for me. I whispered for Ben to continue, pleading for him to pound me hard. He forced a few of his fingers into my mouth and told me not to make a peep as he banged and pounded me harder than I thought I could bare, my legs were shaking and sweat was dripping down my back from the intense pleasure I was receiving. I wanted to moan, I wanted to scream but I knew with Ryan in the house I had to be silent. It was perfect, Ben’s pounding brought me to a fast orgasm and I gurgled and drooled on his fingers, letting my eyes roll back into my head. I shook and I rocked as the waves of my orgasm rippled through me. Ben wasn’t long behind me, the pulsing and tightening of my coming pussy drew him to his own climax. He whispered that he was going to come and then pulled his cock out, rubbing it with his hand and letting his hot come shoot out over my stomach and tits. It felt amazing and all I wanted to do was rub it in over my nipples and skin. It was perfect, Ben was amazing. This had been everything I had ever imagined and more, I felt so ashamed but also so happy, I knew I would need it again.

  I wrapped up Ben’s hand in a bandage in order to keep our story straight and then we quickly dressed and went downstairs. Ryan didn’t seem to think anything suspicious had happened but as we all went back into the garage Ben and I shared a clandestine little glance and I knew this was only the start.

  The Wolf Brothers

  Chapter One

  Elizabeth

  Leo had always looked down on his younger brother, because the truth was, he was stronger than he would ever be. It ate him alive that his younger brother was more respected than him, that all the wolf packs wanted him, that all the women desired him, including me.

  Leo and his brother, Dante, were both wolf shifters. They had the Lukas blood running through their veins. Their father, Demetri Lukas—may he rest in peace— was one the most respected man in all the lands. And now that he was gone, his eldest son, Leo, was now the ruler of the North.

  Leo Lukas had snow white fur. The purest white of them all. A true breed of the Northern Lukas bloodline. And I would call myself lucky to be in the presence of such a man, but it was not luck, it was fate. I was put here by the Gods.

  Dante, his brother, was something the North had never seen before. His fur was jet black, something that was not a part of the Lukas bloodline. Strange as it may be, there was no doubt that he had the Lukas blood running through him. He was fierce, strong, quick-tempered and his human form was just as bold as his wolf form.

  He had a chiseled body, alluring eyes and tender lips. What a man. What a beast.

  “Look at him.” Leo had a face of disgust towards Dante.

  “What about him, Your Grace?” I asked while I wrapped the cloth around his wrists.

  “Elizabeth, don’t tell me you approve of his foul behavior?”

  “He is a man. A Lukas. He can do whatever he pleases.” I held Leo’s hand. “Not every man is bound to a responsibility such as yourself, Your Grace. While you work, some men prefer to play.”

  Dante grabbed the red head girl’s ass and squeezed. Leo turned his face. He could no longer look at him.

  I tried to comfort him. “Worry not about him. There are far greater things that should concern you.”

  He nodded. “You are right. I am a leader and I have people to lead.” He gave me a warm smile. “Pardon me. I must go.” He got up and left.

  A man’s ego is terribly fragile. One small crack and it all comes tumbling down.

  I sat and watched as Dante buried his face in the woman’s breasts, and just when you thought he had had enough, he called a second woman over, this time a blonde. This was a dining hall of nobles, and he treated it as if it was a whore house. He had no respect for ancient rules and people his senior, he was his own man.

  There was a rumor back then, back when he was only a boy, and I was only a few years younger. The town’s witch, before she was exiled, claimed that Dante’s black fur was no accident. It was prophesied that from the North will come a black wolf and it will be the bringer of death. The baby would be immortal and his bloodline after him would be the strongest of all.

  And ever since, Dante was a feared by many, and at the same time, every mother threw their daughters at him in hopes of having his offspring.

  Dante’s hand slid under the blonde’s dress, and she allowed him. Of course she did. She closed her eyes and let his hand roam wherever he wanted to. She licked her lips as he fondled between her thighs.

  Dante turned and looked at me, then back to the blonde before him. He sat back and watched as she stripped naked. She did have admirable features; plump breasts, meaty thighs and a firm ass. His hand slid into the wetness and out, and her body shook as he took control of her clit. Her shrieking moans echoed into the Dining Hall. The walls and I were the only witnesses.

  I was a spectator and an obvious one, yet they didn’t seemed to mind. Dante had let me watch him for whatever reasons. Maybe to boast.

  He stripped himself of all his clothes and stood with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. The blonde saw the thick manhood in front of her and fell to her knees. Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth immediately then began licking along his shaft.

  I was amazed of how she took all his cock into her mouth, slurping and sucking all along his length. My own body was beginning to get sweaty from all the heat. I had a sudden urge to slip my hand between my thighs and tend to my urges. With powerful will, I managed to ke
ep my hands far from its desires.

  Dante lifted the blonde as if she weighed no more than a feather and dropped her on the table. He then spread her legs wide and jammed his cock inside her, savagely and without grace. The blonde screamed as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him all the way in.

  I watched as he thrust deep into her sex. My lady parts got wet—more than just wet, it was soaking. I crossed my legs to subdue the urge but the sight of the wild Dante pushing into her made my body weak. I let out a soft moan, but not soft enough, Dante turned and looked at me then started fucking her harder.

  He made deep grunts as he slammed his cock into the screaming blonde. She was squirting nonstop as Dante charged into her.

  Was he imagining himself with me? What was that look all about?

  He bent over and took her nipples in his mouth, sucking like a starved beast. A low growl rumbled through the hall as his ass cheeks clenched and thighs tensed for his oncoming release. He fucked her with vigorous force, like an animal unable to control himself. Her eyes widened and jaws dropped as she felt his load shot deep into her. The blonde wrapped her legs tighter. She wanted to drain everything from his cock.

  After he was done, she thanked him and went off. She would pray to the Gods that his seed was planted inside her. A child for Dante Lukas would be her ticket out of a common life.

  Under my dress was a mess with my juice flowing down my thighs. Dante never took his eyes off me while getting dressed and he never said a word. After, he took one more drink from his cup and left me inside the dining hall.

  I was relieved he left, for I felt myself weak. And who knew what terrible things I would have done. His manhood never left my mind, and I needed it to go away. He was the brother of the King. It was in my best interest to take my thoughts elsewhere. I drank a cup of wine myself, to calm my nerves. I felt the stickiness between my thighs. Off I went to a well needed bath.

  Chapter Two

  Elizabeth

  The evening was calm, and barely anyone said a word. Usually, the Snake’s Head, a hall where all the common people—the humans— ate, would be bustling with dancing and laughter after a hard day’s work. Ben threw a bean at Sia, as if he were no older than five years old.

  “Stop it, Ben!” Sia barked.

  Ben was only trying to lighten the mood, and it did work, for me at least. I laughed. “Relax, Sia.”

  Benjamin and I were close ever since we were kids. We would chase each other through our village and fight all the time. We were inseparable, and after all those years, we still were. Ben was the closest thing to family I had.

  Every year, the North kept what they called The Harvest. They would go to all the villages in the land where humans resided and collect all the best talents that they deemed useful. In my village, Mud Gallows, there were only so many of us. Everyone knew everyone and all our families were safe and at peace. To keep this peace, however, every year they must offer good talents that pleased the Lukas so they may breathe a sigh of relief until the next year.

  From the moment of my birth, my fate was sealed as a healer. My mother was a healer and her mother before her, and a wealth of secrets and generations of knowledge was passed down to me. I was curing villagers before I could even read, and with the talent I possessed, it was only time before the word reached the North. At only ten years old, I was the youngest person to ever have been harvested by the North. No one could believe it, and Demetri Lukas, the King of the North himself had to travel to our humble village to see for himself.

  A ten year old girl leaving her parents and village behind to travel lands unknown. I cried for days. The only I comfort I had was that Ben was with me. Fifteen year old Ben at the time was a promising blacksmith, and we both left our old lives for a new.

  Demetri Lukas was a strict but kind man. He had certain expectations of me, otherwise I would be useless to him. I hated him then, the man who ripped me from my family. I hated his sons, Leo and Dante, two young boys who were born into privilege, while I, a human, a commoner, lived like shit. I knew my hate was misplaced, they didn’t choose that life, it was given to them, and when I released myself from the hatred, love filled the emptiness. I met other kind humans and I grew to accept what is, and be happy. I swore to myself that I’d never cry again.

  I broke that promise. I was seventeen years old when I received news that a wolf pack from the East known as the ‘The Deadly Ten’ raided and killed everyone in my village. I remembered my mother’s eyes as the North took me away. The redness from her crying eyes. The weight and pain of knowing she would never see her daughter again.

  I cried again at the age of twenty, when Demetri Lukas fell ill and died. The tears that fell from my cheeks surprised me because for so long I had been denying what was true all along. I loved Demetri Lukas. The man who took me away. A father figure I thought I didn’t need, but I was wrong. I would never say it, but he was a father to me.

  Leo Lukas was the new King of the North, and immediately the ritual of harvesting was no more. “These are new times,” he said, “Every skilled human shall be paid for their work.”

  Sia tied her dirty blond hair in a bun. “I’m not in the mood,” she told Ben.

  “Heard anything about tomorrow?” I asked Sia. She was the go-to person for any new information. Sia was a—how could I put it—a masseuse? She calmed and pleased all the men of the pack. When men are relaxed, they talk a lot, sometimes they talk about important information, and she used this to her advantage. She was not shy about her profession. “There is nothing more beautiful than sex, so why not get paid for it?” That was her motto.

  “I was with one of the men today, the poor fella climaxed in a matter of minutes. Anyways, he mentioned something about Leo’s plan to take out a neighboring pack that has been closing in on our territory. We’re leaving tomorrow.”

  My appetite left immediately. If the pack left for war, then they would take Sia, Ben and I with them. I was the master healer, my place was certain. They would take Ben to repair their mesh armor and their wolf grill teeth that dug deeper into our enemy’s flesh. The pack would certainly bring Sia along for nights when the stress of war was too much and they needed a moment of escape. Sia would even charge three times what she normally charge.

  Ben was the only one who didn’t seem affected by the looming war. He was calm and smiling, and I was grateful for that. A glimmer of hope that maybe we would all come back alive and well.

  Ben poured a glass of beer for Sia then a glass for me. “Fear will never help you.” And he was right.

  Sia drank her glass in one chug and slammed her glass against the table. “We are the North! They are the ones who should be afraid. Not us. With shifters such as Leo, and the powerful Dante, we will wipe their pack clean.”

  Ben laughed at Sia’s speech. “That’s the spirit!”

  I drank my glass and slammed it on the table also. “We are the North!” I shouted. Murmurs began filling the hall as everyone turned their heads at our table. I stood on top the table, with everyone’s attention on me, and I reminded them. “We are the North!” The murmurs and rambles got louder. “We are the North!”

  “We are the North!” Ben stood and shouted.

  “We are the North!” Sia shouted.

  “We are the North!” voices shouted from the back. Soon, the entire hall joined in. A reminder of who we were and what we could do to anyone who stood in our way. The hall erupted with voices of proud people. And although everyone in the hall were no more than commoners, we stood behind our leader. This was our home now.

  Chapter Three

  Elizabeth

  I gathered all my essential belongings and packed them. I wasn’t a high maintenance girl so I didn’t need much. I imagined Sia’s bag would be the biggest of us all.

  Everyone was moving about, getting ready for the sendoff. When the pack leaves for war, people line the path with Guata leaves as it brings good luck to the warriors. And wives whistle a melodic tune. A s
ong of the birds. So their mates may come back to them in piece. Young boys that have not yet mastered the art of shifting, held their heads high and howled, pledging that they too, in time, will fight for the North.

  I had all my herbs and cloth ready. I breathed a sigh. It was really happening. I sat on the edge of my bed and sat in silence, taking in everything around me. My finger played with the necklace around my neck, the only thing I had of my mother.

  There was a knock on my door.

  “Coming!”

  It was one of the King’s servants. “The King wishes to speak with you. Follow me.”

  I followed him as he led me the King’s chambers, opened the door for me then closed it behind me.

  The king stood by the window looking out, not once did he turn to acknowledge my presence.

  “You called for me, Your Grace?”

  “Come here,” he said without looking at me.

  I went beside him, joining his gaze outside on the people below. We watch as they sang and cheered as members of the pack got ready.

  “Look at them,” he nodded to the howling kids. “They think it’s a game. That going to war is enjoyable while men risk their lives. They see us and want to be us, and in their naivety, they think we are heroes.”

  “Can you blame them? A pack of wolves leading out to defeat the enemy. Sound like tales to me.”

  He looked at me for the first time since I entered the room. The sun hit his blue eyes and lit his blond hair with a heavenly glow. “Some men wish to become tales on people’s tongue, but not me. I don’t lead my pack out there for glory. I go to war so that we may have peace.”

  I could tell without a doubt that he was sincere, something I hardly ever see in a man. He had love for his people, and I could tell how heavy his burden was. It was clear to everyone that he was not like his father. He was a different king. Some would argue that he was soft, and that Dante would better fit for the throne, but I disagree. What he was doing, changing how things were, took unimaginable strength. To go against what was, and shaping a new future, was courage in my eyes.