by Lacy Dae
Shadow pulled my head back by my hair, and latched his teeth into my throat. He gnawed at me, and sucked hard, obviously wanting to leave a mark. I was his property, and he wanted to remind me of that fact. Scar-face bit into me on the opposite side, both wolves marking me as the pack property, leaving their tooth-marks on my flesh. I could feel blood start to run down from the bite-marks, and knew that they had broken my skin.
The two cocks pushed hard against my g-spot, and despite my pain I could feel an orgasm starting to build. I didn’t want to cum from this… it was too vicious and too angry. Unable to help myself, I wrapped my legs around Shadow’s waist. The wolves groaned as my twat and ass clenched hard around their cocks, the muscles in my belly and legs tightening as I neared the peak. Together, they thrust hard and fast into my pussy and ass, and I jerked and shook as I came, the orgasm harsh and sharp-edged, ripping out of my twat and asshole and burning down my legs and toes. The convulsions of my pussy and ass threw them over the edge, and they howled as they came again, their hot cum spurting deep inside me.
They pulled their cocks from my ravaged holes, and then dropped me unceremoniously to the floor. Standing over me, they each wrapped a large fist around their stiff cock and began pulling and tugging on it. They developed a rhythm, and their breathing became harsh and fast as they jerked their rigid dicks. I cringed on the floor at their feet, feeling shamed and dirty, wanting this whole experience to be over. Shadow came first, aiming his jizz onto my hair and face. I could feel the hot liquid dripping down my cheek, from right below my eye down to my lips. Then Scar-face came, and his semen splashed across my breasts and belly. Satisfied that they had fully claimed me, the two men quickly changed back into their wolf shapes: Shadow sleek and black, and Scar-face large and grey, with a streak of scar-tissue cutting through the fur on his face. They huffed at me, and then left me, naked, bloodied, covered in semen, alone in the ranger’s cabin.
I lay there, shuddering in cold fear and shock, for a while. I don’t know for sure how long. Eventually, when I was sure they weren’t returning, I pulled myself to my feet. I sure as hell wasn’t going back to the wolves’ den, to be the plaything of those two vicious monsters, but I couldn’t stay in the ranger’s cabin either. Now that I was alone and calmer, the smell of blood from Bob’s attack became over-powering, making me nauseous. I shut myself into the bathroom, twisting the doorknob lock (like that’d keep a werewolf out!) and took a long, hot shower. I wanted to feel clean again. Then I searched the cabin, looking for clothes and supplies. I was leaving.
I dressed warmly in some over-large clothes and a parka. The only hiking boots I could find were far too large, so I padded my feet with multiple pairs of socks to try and get a better fit. I wouldn’t be able to go far with them before my feet blistered, but I could get at least some distance from this place. I purposefully did not look for Bob. I was sure he was dead, and that I had been fucked by his killers. I didn’t need to see it, too.
It was getting dark outside when I left the cabin, but I could still see surprisingly well. The forest seemed alive with smells. The pine trees had their distinctive odor, and I could still smell the other animals: mice, deer, rabbits. How had I never noticed how rich the scents of the forest were? I walked for a long time, maybe a few miles, before it became truly black outside, a moonless night. That’s when I realized that I should have found some shelter for the night. I didn’t even know where I was going! Was I trying to find a road? My mind felt foggy and confused.
I huddled up against the trunk of a pine tree, its lower branches hanging almost to the ground, creating a natural tent. The temperature was dropping fast, and I started shivering under my layers of clothes. I knew I could die out there, from the cold and exposure, and I wasn’t even sure that I cared.
Suddenly, I heard a sniffing sound down the path I had been following. One of the wolves?! My heart skipped a beat, and I felt like nauseous and clammy. I curled up tight into a ball, and started to pray. I couldn’t bear to be found and used by those killers again. I could hear the padding of paws coming towards me, and the branches of my tree shook as something large pushed against them. I screamed in fright and anger.
I heard a huff of breath, and the branches stopped moving. A wolf’s muzzle and front paws pushed slowly through the pine needles of the lowest branches, as the wolf inched closer in to my shelter. I recognized the pale-grey fur and brown eyes of the wolf I’d dubbed “Blondie.” He had fucked me on our previous encounters too, but had been gentle and tender with me. His warm scent reminded me of the sweet embrace we had shared, and tender cuddling in front of the fire. I started to cry in relief. He wasn’t a monster, not like Shadow and Scar-face were. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
He whined quietly when he saw I was crying, and crawled the rest of the way under the tree. His fur felt silky and warm against my shoulder as he leaned into me, and I laughed weakly as his long tongue licked the tears from my face. I buried my face into the soft fur of his shoulder, and hugged him to me. We slept under the tree as a human and a wolf, as he curled around me, and his silky coat kept me warm.
The next day, he led me out from under the tree and urged me to follow him, by tossing his head and lightly grasping my sleeve. I was concerned at first that he was heading for the den where we’d met, but instead he went south, towards the mountains. He must have another destination in mind. We walked on nearly all day, covering at least ten miles. I limped more and more as the over-sized boots rubbed blisters into my flesh, and envied my companion. He could be human at will, but mostly stayed a wolf, in tune with his environment and perfectly suited to it. What would that be like? How free he must feel!
I rubbed at my neck, which itched where Shadow and Scar-face had bit me. The scabs fell off easily, leaving smooth skin behind, without even a scar left to remind me of the horrible event. Slowly a realization began to hit me: the quicker healing, the heightened senses. Had I been infected by the female alpha’s brutal attack? Was I becoming a werewolf? Was that why she had attacked me? My body was changing and I was confused and afraid of what I would become.
By nightfall, we reached a cave in the foothills of the mountain. Blondie changed into his human form, and helped me start a fire with the lighter I had taken from the ranger’s cabin. He was lean and lanky, with a swimmer’s build and shaggy blonde hair. He teased and played with me as we built the fire, acting happy and care-free. I admired the muscles of his back and ass as he leaned over the fledgling fire, poking it with a stick and breathing on it. As the cave warmed up, I stripped off the bulky layers of fabric, until I was in just a t-shirt and jeans. Taking off the over-sized boots, I dabbed gingerly at the blisters on my feet. Would they heal quickly, too?
Blondie watched me for awhile, and then came over to sit beside me. He took one of my feet in his strong grasp, and began to rub it. I sighed and leaned back on my arms, enjoying the relaxing sensation. He pressed firmly against the sole of my foot, and gently across the bottom of my toes. Then to my surprise, he lowered his head to my foot. He licked and then gently sucked on my toes, which tickled me at first. The heat and wetness of his mouth started a soft pulsing in my tight pussy. I moaned and lay completely down on the smooth dirt floor of the cave.
Blondie put down my foot, and leaned next to me on one arm. He brushed his hand against my hair, and then leaned in for a kiss. His mouth tasted wild and smoky, and his tongue tangled playfully with mine, before he pulled his head back. I sank my hands into his curly hair and pulled him down to me again. This second kiss was hotter and fiercer, as we pushed our mouths together in growing lust. I could feel his hard erection pressing against my side, hot through the thin material of my t-shirt. I sat up a bit, and reaching down, lifted the hem of my t-shirt over my head, freeing my breasts. He pushed me gently back down to the floor, and leaned over to press his hot mouth against them.
I moaned as he suckled on first one nipple, then the other. They hardened in the cooler cave air, and he lightly teased t
hem with his teeth. My hips lifted and jerked in involuntary response, and he brushed his mouth further down my belly, towards the edge of my jeans. I undid my jeans, and raised my ass to push them down my hips, freeing my legs. He took that invitation, and slid his wet mouth further down my stomach, pausing for a second to lap and nibble at my bellybutton. I pushed an impatient hand against the top of his head: my pussy wanted attention, now!
Blondie sat up beside me, grinned down at me for a moment, and then re-settled himself lying down between my legs. His hot breath against my wet cunt made me squirm. He let me wriggle for a second, teasing me, before touching his velvety tongue to my tender clit. I moaned again as pure pleasure swept through me, and he swirled his tongue around my clit in quick circles. He lapped his tongue further down, towards the aching hole of my twat, and sucked on my inner labia. I jerked and shuddered as he pressed a long finger into my tight wet pussy, and returned his hot mouth to my sensitive nub.
The pressure of his finger deep inside my cunt, combined with the actions of his clever tongue on my clit, quickly pushed me towards orgasm. I gasped and held my breath, as the tension inside me rose, and he responding by pressing harder inside my hot cunt, and lapping more quickly on my clit. I came suddenly, the orgasm washing over me with pure tingling delight, rushing down from my pussy and tickling my toes. He groaned as he felt my pussy clench around his finger, and bit down on my thigh until it was over.
I sat up and reached down for him. He crawled up beside me, his hard cock bobbing against his firm stomach. I wanted to taste that firm flesh in my mouth. I pushed him down, onto his back, and straddled his chest. Leaning forward, we kissed and I tasted my pussy juices on his lips. I slid slowly down his body, rubbing my hot wet cunt along the length of his torso. He groaned at the sensation. I continued moving down, sliding his hard cock along the cleft in my body, and then moved past it, until my mouth reached his dick. It was large and hard, fully engorged, and drop of glistening pre-cum was visible at the tip. I brushed it off with a finger, and looking up at him, I licked my finger clean. He moaned again and let his head drop back down to the dirt. I licked the head of his cock, and he jerked in involuntary response. Opening my mouth wide, I took his dick deep inside, brushing the back of my throat with his swollen head. He grunted in surprise, and then trembled as I ran my tongue along the shaft. Returning my mouth to the head of his cock, I pressed my tongue hard into the sensitive spot underneath, where the glans met the shaft. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and his response delighted me. But my pussy ached with emptiness, and impatience filled me.
Moving back up his body, I reached down and grasped the base of his cock. I guided the head of it to the entrance of my throbbing cunt, and then sank down onto it, abruptly. The feeling of his thick cock stretching my pussy made me moan, and he too cried out at the heat and warmth. Raising myself onto my knees, I rode his cock hard, rising and sinking onto it. He thrust upwards as I came down, pressing his rigid dick deep inside my hot pussy. I moaned as the head of his cock pressed up against my g-spot, and fucked him harder and faster. He gripped my hips to pull me more forcefully against him, and the tension rose in my legs and belly as I approached another orgasm. With one last hard thrust, we both came, at the same time, my convulsing pussy milking the cum from his throbbing cock. It seemed to last forever, waves of pleasure that poured through me, peak after peak, until I moaned and melted against him, resting on his sweaty chest. I could feel his heart beating against my cheek, its rapid pace a testimony to the moment we had shared.
Then, embarrassingly, my stomach growled. I looked down at him, and started to giggle, helplessly. He laughed too, and his body shook under me. He wrapped his arms around me, and rolled us over, pinning me underneath him. We shared one last kiss, sweet and tender, and then he jumped to his feet and pulled me to mine. He looked at me, held my hand for a moment, and then stepped back and changed into a wolf. In an instant, a pale-grey wolf stood where my lover had been, and he tilted his head inquiringly. The question was clear: Can you do this?
I closed my eyes. This last week had been alternately terrifying and wonderful, sexy and scarring. My life had changed forever. Had my soul as well? Was I a wolf? I felt a bubble of wilderness, dancing with fierce energy, in the core of me, and urged it to the surface of my mind. Suddenly I was falling, my body melting and shifting, and I stood on four feet instead of two. I stumbled, and then caught myself, finding a new balance in my new body. Blondie threw his head back and howled and I joined him, in wonder and joy. Our voices rang through the cave, the cry of our new pack, and then he led me into the forest, to run and hunt as wolves.
By the Pack Series 2
Taken by the Pack
I sat in the Jeep, drumming my fingers nervously on the steering wheel. Glancing over at my partner, Rick, I asked, “So what do you think? Is it haunted?”
He looked out the windshield, studying the ranger cabin before us. In the fading light of evening, its dark windows seemed to be staring at us. “I don’t believe in ghosts, Cassie. You know that.” I did. We’d been partners, rangers in the national forest, for a few years, and we’d seen some spooky shit. Abandoned campsites strung with animal skulls, massive pits full of bones and worse. Sometimes weirdos came to the forest, to escape their troubled lives. It didn’t really work out for them.
What had happened in this cabin was well known, an unsolved murder mystery. The previous ranger, Bob Campbell, had been mauled to death by… something. Something that had bitten viciously like a wolf or bear would, while clawing savagely like a lion or a tiger. Something strong enough to throw furniture around like it weighed nothing. They’d had to bleach the walls to get all the bloodstains out. And they’d never found the killers. Another person, Amy Chase, had just vanished into thin air that same night, never to be seen again.
Now Rick and I were going to be stationed here, alone, for the next six months, through the harsh Montana winter. We sat in the Jeep for a moment longer. Finally, Rick grunted and opened the door. “C’mon, let’s check this place out.” I reluctantly climbed out of the truck. Together, we headed to the front door, thankfully still locked from the cleaners’ last foray.
It creaked open slowly and noisily, sending a shudder down my spine. Rick flipped the light switch on, and the living room was revealed, looking… normal. We both sighed in relief at the sheer mundane look of the place: a table and chairs, a cheap couch and a small TV. No shrieking ghosts or bleeding walls. We went room to room, turning on every light in the place, checking out every nook and cranny. Nothing but the old log books from the previous occupants, and a few expired cans of green beans. The place was clean and empty. “Alright, let’s shut some of this down. The solar panels seem to be working fine, but we don’t want to drain the batteries.” Rick said, turning off all the lights except in the kitchen and living room.
We brought in our gear, unpacked a bit and then dug out some canned soup for dinner. I hauled in some firewood from the stack outside, and soon had a cheerful blaze going in the fireplace. Then I lit a few candles, and turned off the lights. “Saving electricity.” I told Rick, when he arched an eyebrow at me. The flickering candle-light made the living room shadowy and creepy, and I struggled to forget what had happened there half a year ago. We ate our soup, sitting on the couch next to each other, watching the flames dance in the fireplace.
We were talking about nothing much, when a howl suddenly rang out, lonesome and wild. It sounded close by, within a few hundred feet of the cabin and I shivered in involuntary, instinctive response to the hunting call of a predator. Rick patted my leg, comfortingly. “It’s ok, it’s just the local wolf pack.”
“I know that,” I returned, annoyed at showing my nerves. “It just startled me, is all.”
“Well, I know how to take your mind off of it.” He turned sideways on the couch and pulled me in closer, my back leaning on his firm chest, with his hands wrapped around me and resting on my belly. Kissing my neck, he ran his han
ds up my sides to cup my breasts. I purred and arched my back, pushing my tits against his big hands. He responded by pinching my nipples lightly and gently biting the side of my throat.
I wriggled my ass against him, feeling the hard outline of his erection through his jeans. He groaned against my neck, the deep vibration sending a pulse of heat down to my pussy. Turning to face him, I swung my legs up on either side until I was kneeling above him. I reached down and pulled my shirt off, up over my head. My breasts, revealed in a lacy black bra, swung in the cool air right over Rick’s face, and he leaned forward until he could reach my hardening nipples. He caught one firm peak in his hot mouth and I gasped, loving the contrast between the rough lace and his velvety warm mouth on my breast.
Rick slid his hot hands down my naked back, flicking open my bra strap with a practiced move. His hands continued down until he could grip my ass, kneading the cheeks through my jeans. He thrust up hard with his hips, grinding his rigid cock against me. I moaned to feel his swollen dick against my throbbing pussy, frustratingly separated by our pants. I yanked my bra off quickly and grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head. I needed to feel his hairy chest against my smooth skin. He got stuck with his arms bound up in his t-shirt, over his head. “Hey!”
Laughing, I decided to take advantage of the situation. I brushed my breasts against his face, teasing him as he tried to catch a hard nipple in his mouth. Then I sank further down on him, rubbing my tits down his chest and belly, until I could nuzzle at his flat nipples. He winced as I caught one hardening peak between my teeth. “Ouch!” He yanked his arms free from his t-shirt, and grabbed my hair, giving a warning tug. “Be careful!”