She shook her head. Now was not the time to think about that.
Kimberley threw her head back, giving Aaron ample room to nuzzle forward and sniff at her neck, the way he always did when he was newly transformed. It was like he needed to remind himself that she was still the same person. She needed no such reassurances; despite the gray fur and wolf-like muzzle, she recognized his face. His eyes were yellow but their shape hadn’t changed. And he still looked at her like she was the best thing he’d ever seen.
With a low growl, Christian grasped her dress in his claws and ripped it apart like it was made of tissue paper. He tossed the shreds aside, leaving Kimberly completely naked. Aaron crouched down on the mossy ground, and Kimberly widened her stance a little, knowing exactly what he wanted. The sweet, musky smell of her arousal filled the air, and Aaron let out a low rumble of approval. He leaned forward, sniffing her so closely that his exhales tickled her sensitive flesh. She squirmed. Behind her, Christian had crouched down so that his swollen cock was poking at her slick entrance, silently begging to slip inside. She angled her hips just right, giving him the only permission he needed. And just as Christian filled her up, Aaron leaned in even closer and licked her with his big, flat tongue.
She let out a moan that was ripped from deep inside, her eyes rolling back in her head and her inner muscles clenching around Christian’s cock while Aaron’s tongue worked its magic. It was a complete overload of sensations, coursing through her veins and leaving her breathless and shaking. She came quickly, her knees buckling, but Christian’s hands around her waist held her upright. Aaron stood upon his hind legs, drawing himself up to his full, fearsome werewolf height.
As a man, he was tall - but as a wolf, he was massive, so tall that she could have easily leaned down and licked the glistening red tip of his cock, if he’d wanted her to. Instead, he grasped it in his furry hand, stroking it long and slow in front of her.
She watched, enraptured, as one twin gave her a show while the other fucked her from behind, each thrust so forceful it almost lifted her off the ground. The head of Aaron’s cock was leaking, his shaft growing slippery with tiny dribbles of come. Down at the base, Kimberly could see a unique swelling begin to form, even as she felt the same thing happening to Christian’s dick inside her. Finally, his movements stilled, and he buried himself deep inside of her with a feral howl.
Aaron snarled, his breathing heavy and uneven, and Kimberly watched the sticky ropes of his jizz shoot out, hitting her on the stomach and coating her milky skin in the moonlight. She moaned, her toes digging into the dirt. The swelling of Christian’s cock inside her was almost more than she could take. It grew larger and larger, stretching her more and more. She felt impossibly full. As Aaron started to catch his breath, his absurdly swollen shaft bobbing between his haunches, Kimberley panted and groaned at the incredible feeling inside of her. The knot was growing still larger. Bigger, she could have sworn, than ever before.
This time her climax was long and slow, creeping up from her toes and settling in the base of her spine. She clenched and shuddered. Her moans were long and loud, but here in her forest, there was no one to hear.
And with that, Kimberly woke up.
“That’ll be four ninety-seven with tax.” Kimberly pasted on a smile.
“Here you go, sugar. Keep the change.” Red leered at her, shoving a wrinkled, sweaty five-dollar bill into her hand. She bit back a sigh, smoothing it out and laying it in her cash drawer. She took three pennies out and dropped them in the jar for the animal shelter.
Red watched her, his forehead suddenly crinkling. “You rolling your eyes at me, Kim?” he demanded, his tone suddenly threatening. Kimberly’s breath caught in her throat. Obviously, she hadn’t done as good of a job at hiding her contempt as she thought.
“Of course not, sir,” she said, forcing her voice to be steady. “Why would I do that?”
He planted his hands on the counter, leaning forward until she could smell his foul, beer-tinged breath. “Listen, sugar,” he said. “You always been a nice-looking little girl, but lately you been walkin’ around with your nose in the air. You think you’re too good for this town? You were born here like everybody else.”
“I know that, sir,” said Kimberly, her fists clenched at her sides. Her eyes darted around the store. It was completely empty - just her and Red and nobody else.
“What are you lookin’ at, girl?” Red looked over his shoulder, scanning the tiny aisles behind him. “You scared? You got no reason to be scared.” He lifted a water bottle to his mouth, half-filled with noxious brown liquid, and spat another long stream into it.
“Of course not,” said Kimberly, feeling bile rise in her throat. The owner had guilted her into taking the late shift, and she was deeply regretting it now. This time of night, the convenience store could go for hours and hours without anyone walking in.
“Somebody ought to teach you proper respect for your elders.” Red’s mouth twisted into a humorless smile. “I don’t wanna have to see your daddy tomorrow and tell him you been sassy with me.”
He was close - so close she didn’t even have a chance to reach for the old revolver under the counter. He’d see her movement right away. It would only make things worse.
“What the hell’s wrong with you, girl?” Red snapped. “Why don’t you try smiling? You’re so much prettier when you smile.”
Ding. Ding.
The bell on the door. It was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.
She took a deep breath, meeting Red’s eyes with a steady gaze.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, Red?”
His smile twisted into a grimace as he turned, looking at the customers who’d just walked in. Kimberly wasn’t taking her eyes off him, but she could tell out of the corner of her eye that there were at least two men in the store with them now.
And then, the scent hit her.
Her heart stopped beating for a moment, and then started again at an alarming rate. She swallowed thickly, trying to see over Red’s shoulder to confirm what she already knew.
The men had their backs to her, but that didn’t matter. There was no doubt in her mind as to who they were, as improbable - as insane - as it seemed.
“You have a good night, now,” Red muttered, backing away from the counter and hurrying out the door, averting his eyes from the two men. She’d never seen him look so cowed. The pair wasn’t even looking at him, but it didn’t matter.
Christian turned around. She knew it was him, because of the cowlick.
“Am I dreaming?” she asked, numbly. Every detail of his face, down to the angle of his jaw and the plumpness of his lips, was intimately familiar.
“Not tonight,” said Aaron. He was smiling too. “We were starting to think we’d never find you.”
She swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry?”
“Those dreams you’ve been having,” said Christian, drawing closer, leaning on the counter just like Red had. But this time, she wasn’t shivering from fear. “They’re not exactly…just regular old run-of-the-mill dreams.”
“Well, I could have told you that.” Kimberly managed a smile. She must be dreaming. She must. Somehow she’d finished her shift and gone home and fallen asleep without remembering it, and her brain had managed to smooth it all over into a single event, melding the events in her dreams with reality.
That had to be it. Because the alternative was just too bizarre to comprehend.
“Well,” said Christian, “what I mean is, there’s more to them than meets the eye.”
“Okay,” said Kimberly. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Aaron was fiddling with something by the door. She looked over in his direction, and realized that he was throwing the deadbolt and flipping the “OPEN” sign over to “CLOSED.”
“No,” she heard herself say. In spite of how sure she was that this was all a dream, she still wasn’t going to take the risk of losing this job she so desperately needed. “I can’
t close up early. I’ll get in trouble.”
“You absolutely will not,” said Aaron, turning around and blocking her access to the lock with his body. “Nobody’s going to find out.”
Her eyes darted from one to the other of them, and even though she knew she ought to be afraid, she wasn’t. As a girl, she had always loved those stories and fairytales about the one person who was chosen, destined for something, and she’d always tried to imagine how it would feel. Now, she didn’t need to imagine anymore. Everything in her life so far had been leading up to this moment. She was born to meet these men, to…
What, exactly?
“We’ve been tracking you for months and months,” said Christian, slowly straightening up and walking towards her, his hand shoved deep in his pockets. “You’ve probably noticed the dreams got more frequent as time went on. More…lurid. That’s what happens when we get closer.”
“This is crazy.” That was as close as Kimberly could possibly get to verbalizing the insanity swirling inside her head.
“You know our scent, don’t you?” Aaron asked, smirking, still leaning back against the door. “It’s the same with us. Except we can smell you from much, much farther. We were a thousand miles away when we first got a whiff. We’ve been tracking you ever since. The problem is, the closer you get, the stronger the scent. We had you narrowed down to this fifty mile radius, but we were starting to give up hope of ever actually finding you. Then we found ourselves in need of a late night snack, and here…” He stepped forward, pulling his hands out from behind his back and cracking his knuckles. “You…” He grinned. “…Are.”
“Here I am,” she agreed, feeling distinctly lightheaded.
“I don’t know if I’m hungry for snack food anymore,” said Christian. “What about you, Aaron?”
“Nah.” Aaron reached out and touched the side of Kimberly’s face, ever-so-lightly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “I can’t think about food when this little vixen’s right in front of me.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
The two men were caging her in, backing her up against the drink cooler. Her eyes kept darting to the door. It might be locked, but anyone who pulled into the parking lot would have a perfect view of everything that was going on inside the store.
“I can see she’s not going to be able to relax as long as we’re on display,” said Aaron. “Come on, let’s find ourselves some privacy.”
“Bathroom’s too small,” said Christian. He was headed towards the milk room door. “What’s this?”
“Got to be the big cooler,” said Aaron. “Should be plenty of room back there.”
Christian tugged on the handle, the muscles in his arm rippling. “It’s locked,” he said, looking at Kimberly.
She swallowed with an effort, shaking her head.
“Oh, come on now,” said Aaron. “Just tell me where the key is.”
She stayed frozen in place.
“Don’t fight it,” said Christian, smiling at her knowingly. “I can smell how bad you want us, little vixen.”
Trembling, Kimberly reached down the neckline of her shirt and pulled out the chain where she kept the important keys. Her hands were shaking too much to do anything more, but Aaron stepped forward, reaching around behind her neck and undoing the catch. “The big brass one?” he asked, and she nodded, her eyes tightly shut.
“Good girl.” Aaron unlocked the door and Christian pulled it open, each of them laying a hand on the small of her back and guiding her forward. Inside, it was chilly, but not quite chilly enough to cool down the heat in her blood. Aaron shut the door behind them, and then they were both on top of her, pressing her between their taut, muscular bodies.
Kimberly sighed, finally letting herself relax a little. There was no use fighting it, even if she wanted to. She’d wake up soon enough, a little disoriented, but sated.
“You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this,” Christian murmured in her ear. She could feel his cock growing harder and thicker between the cheeks of her ass. “I just wish we could have you tonight, the way we want.”
“But the time’s not right,” Aaron put in, the back of his hand sliding down her stomach until it reached the barrier of her jeans. “Tomorrow night, it’s the full moon. That’s when the ritual takes place.”
“The ritual,” Kimberly repeated, faintly.
“You know the one,” said Christian. “You’ve dreamed it plenty of times.”
“I don’t see how that’s a ritual,” she managed to whimper as Aaron undid the button on her waistband and slid the zipper down.
“Oh, it’s a very important ritual,” Aaron said, his fingers reaching the top of her sensitive mound. “Once a month, we get a chance to…perpetuate the pack’s genetics, if you will.”
“To breed,” Christian clarified, grunting softly as he tilted his hips, rubbing his stiff cock against her. “Much as we’d love to do it tonight, it would just be a waste.”
“Breed?” Kimberly froze again, her heart beating in her throat. “I don’t think…what do you mean, breed?”
“He means exactly what you think he means,” said Aaron, his fingers dipping between her swollen folds. Much to her humiliation, she was dripping wet already, throbbing and over-sensitized to the lightest of touches. She moaned as he slid them further down, brushing against her clit.
“This is where you belong,” said Christian.
Coming on a little strong, she wanted to say, laughing at her own ridiculous imagination - because that was all this was - but all she could do was pitch forward against Aaron with a little sob. He’d found just the right spot to touch her, sending ripples of pleasure through her whole body. All three of their breaths were coming out and hanging in white clouds above their heads.
“With us,” said Aaron. “Both of us.”
“I can’t,” Kimberly gasped. “I can’t…”
“You can,” said Christian. “And you will.”
Kimberly squeezed her eyes shut, on the verge of losing herself in the sensation of Aaron’s fingers on her swollen flesh. Her dreams had never been this unnerving…or this felt this real.
But no. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t.
“Come meet us tomorrow night,” said Christian, his hands snaking up her torso to grab and squeeze her breasts through her loose peasant blouse. Her nipples, already stiffened into peaks from the cold, grew even harder under his fingers. “In the woods.”
“You’ll know the place,” Aaron rumbled. “When the time comes.”
Her body seized up to him, a hot gush of fluid spurting out of her and coating his fingers. She screamed, collapsing against him as her body jerked and shuddered in pure ecstasy.
They pulled away from her at almost the exact same time, leaving her weak and shaking on unsteady legs. Their eyes were burning with an identical passion, and the outlines of their long, stiff cocks were clearly visible through their well-worn black jeans.
“It’s up to you, vixen,” said Aaron, his voice rough as he adjusted his belt buckle, like he thought that could somehow hide his straining erection. “But I know we’ll see you there.”
Kimberly spent the rest of her shift in a haze, and when she finally got home and stripped out of her work clothes to shower, she kept on telling herself the only sane thing: it was a dream. It was a vivid, waking fantasy, but no more real than what she experienced late at night when she was in her own bed. It made sense that the dreams would still come to her, even when she was forcing herself to stay awake at the store. They were awfully…tenacious. Maybe it was some kind of half-waking fantasy, or maybe she really had just fallen asleep at the counter for just long enough. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t remember a moment when she felt she had “woken up.” But it didn’t matter. Obviously, the encounter with the twins couldn’t have really happened.
Despite her best efforts, Kimberly slept through most of the day, only waking up in time for supper. She dragged herself down to the table and ate
with her father and sisters, listening to Laura and Jenny prattle on about their boyfriends and the other guys who were always after them. Try as she might, Kimberly had never been able to drum up most interest in the local boys. That was why she was still a virgin, and now that she’d graduated it seemed there were fewer and fewer opportunities to meet anyone. She certainly wasn’t going to end up with someone like Red.
“How was work last night, honey?” her dad wanted to know.
“Fine, I guess.” She shrugged, poking at her instant mashed potatoes.
“You know I don’t like you working so late,” he said, more to himself than to her, it seemed. “All alone out there.”
“Hardly anybody comes by.”
“Exactly,” her dad said. “You know, I can always talk to the foreman down at the site and have him take you on as a secretary, or something. I’m sure he’d find a spot for you.”
Kimberly made a face, but she kept looking down at her plate to hide it. Red was one of her dad’s co-workers. She’d rather work the graveyard at the convenience store for the rest of her life, than be harassed by him every day. “Thanks, dad, but no thanks. I don’t much like answering phones.”
“Hardly get any calls,” he said.
“Well, I’m no good at paperwork either.”
Laura took that opportunity to jump in with some disparaging comment about her boyfriend, which mercifully ended that line of conversation. Kimberly was running out of gracious ways to tell her father “no, thank you.” She knew that she wasn’t exactly on a path to success and financial freedom with her current job, but if she took a position from her dad’s boss “as a favor” she’d feel even more trapped in this town than she already did. Without a college degree or any career training she knew she wasn’t going anywhere fast - but she still liked to imagine that her options were somewhat open. If she ever managed to scrape enough pennies together for a bus ticket.
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