Sara had not entered the mine thinking she would be having a foursome with three strapping guardians of the totem. Then again, she’d ended up having sex with some sort of guardian more times than she could count. These three were at least handsome with their well-muscled, reddish-tan skin and deep, soulful eyes.
They fucked like beasts once things got going. She was bobbed her mouth on Red Feather’s cock while she bounced her slick pussy on Red Sky’s twitching tool. She kept one hand wanking Red Feather’s cock as she looked over her slender shoulder at Red Sky. He was doing a bit of his own wanking to the sight of her with the other two warriors. She wet a finger in her mouth, locked eyes with him, and reached down to push her slick digit into the tender pink ring of her arsehole.
“One spot left, Red Sky,” she purred, fucking her arse with her finger. “Show me what a brave warrior you are and shove that spear up my bum.”
Red Sky stared transfixed by the sight of Sara round bum bouncing up and down on Red Hand’s cock. The warrior beneath her stretched her pussy with his mahogany manhood and reached around her to squeeze her plush rear. His hands spread her cheeks wide, giving Red Sky an even better view of her arsehole.
“Ohhhhhh, by the Great Spirit, it feels so good,” groaned Red Hand as he thrust his cock up to meet Sara’s eager ride. Her tits bounced with each slide her clutching cunt took on the warrior’s fat cock.
“Ohhhhh, yes, fuck me, Red Hand!” Sara cried and she returned her mouth to Red Feather’s cock, moaning around it, “Mmmmmmhmmmm!”
Red Sky could take it no longer. He squatted behind Sara and rested a hand on her slender back. He used his other hand to guide his cock between her spit-wet cheeks. His cockhead rubbed against her arsehole as she bounced atop Red Hand. He stabbed forward, impaling her pink pucker on his hard shaft.
“MMMMMMMMM!” She cried around the cock in her mouth. Red Feather cradled her head, holding her to her task of pleasuring him with her lips and tongue. With Red Sky drilling his stiff cock up her arse, she was filled in all three holes. It felt amazing!
She arched her body and threw her bum back against both cock, impaling her stretched arsehole and her tight pussy onto the spears of the warriors. She flicked her tongue along the shaft of the cock in her mouth, her moans muffled by the twitching shaft between her lips. It was difficult to keep it in her mouth as Red Sky bucked beneath her cunt and Red Hand rammed his hard length up her arse.
“Oh, Great Spirit, forgive me,” cried Red Sky, his fingers tightening on Sara’s bum.
He thrust deep into Sara and his mighty spear throbbed into her clutching cunt. He remained frozen mid-thrust as his cum spurted upwards in warm pulses. In that same moment, Red Hand groaned, his hands around Sara’s waist and his cock twitching deep in her arsehole. The hot pump of his seed into her bum finally pushed Sara over the edge.
“MMmmhmmmMMMMMM!” She moaned and slurped messily on Red Feather’s cock as powerful spasms of pleasure rocked her body. She jerked her hips, fucking back against two spurting cocks in the same stroke. She was filled with warm warrior cream until it dripped from both her holes and her tremors of ecstasy receded.
Red Hand and Red Sky were spent, their cocks growing flaccid as they slumped to the floor of the chamber. Red Feather’s cock was still stiff and almost purple with need. Sara slid her lips from him, feeling the cum of his comrades dripping from her freshly-fucked holes.
“Are you going to fuck me, Red Feather?” She purred, stroking him against her full, pouty lips.
“I have no choice,” groaned the elder warrior as his cock twitched in Sara’s grasp.
She chuckled at how easily she had bested the three warriors. She pulled the elder atop her and wrapped her muscular legs around him. She did not even need to use her hand to guide his hardness to the creamy folds of her cunt. He thrust between those slippery lips and filled her in a stroke, groaning so loudly that she felt the vibration through his cock.
“Ohhhh, Great Spirit, you are wet,” he groaned as he began to move his hips and fuck in and out of her creamy cunt. Each thrust sloshed lewdly in her freshly-fucked pussy and churned the spunk in her depths. He seemed unable to relent, holding her hips and pounding his cock with rapid, desperate strokes into the clutching channel of her cunt.
Red Hand and Red Sky moaned listlessly, their heads lolling as they watched Red Feather fucking Sara on the floor of the cavern. The elder warrior let out a ragged cry that echoed from the stone walls and his cock burst deep inside Sara. She moaned with pleasure, squeezing her walls around him as he emptied his hot load into her pussy. His thrusts slowed and he collapsed heavily atop her body. She let him catch his breath and then pushed him off of her.
“You have battled us and won,” groaned Red Feather. “We will offer you no more resistance.”
“Good,” said Sara, pulling on her shorts. “I’m glad we could settle the matter as friends.”
“Is that what you call friendship?” Red Sky rasped as he tried to sit up. He was too weak. He abandoned the effort with a groan and flopped back down again.
“Another spirit guards the final sanctum,” said Red Feather, his voice hardly more than a whisper. He lifted a hand and pointed to a small tunnel. “The spirit of the Red Wolf is the final defense against interlopers. He has never before been called upon to protect the Totem of Change.”
“Red Wolf?” Sara finished lacing up her boots. She shot a wary glance at Red Feather. “Does this happen to be a giant wolf?”
“He does run… a bit large,” croaked Red Feather before collapsing back onto the floor. Sara saw she would be getting no more answers out of the well-fucked guardians.
She set off into another maze of tunnels that led her deeper into the earth. She would have lost her way completely – crawling in one passage and wading through the water of a half-flooded tunnel in the next – without the drumming. It began just as she was beginning to fear she was truly lost. It started as a faint vibration she felt when she pressed her fingertips to the walls. It grew louder and louder and the tunnels grew hotter as she ventured deeper.
It became the unmistakable beating of a hand drum by powerful hands. It thumped and echoed through the tunnel like the heartbeat of the earth itself. She followed it deeper, the sound thumping around her, a faint ruddy glow ahead.
Red Wolf sat with his furry legs in the Lotus position. He was taller than a man and had the broad, furry head of a wolf. His body was wolflike but bipedal and his arms and hands were like a fur-covered, crude version of a man’s arms and hands. A bushy red tail curved around his hip. Sara emerged slowly from the last bit of tunnel and stood before him. The sound of drumming, so overwhelming in the tunnel, was suddenly gone.
There were candles lit in alcoves all around the room, but most of the light was coming from Red Wolf himself. His ruddy glow colored the chamber and Sara along with it a distinct red color.
His eyes opened and revealed two brightly glowing orbs with no pupils. He regarded Sara with those inhuman eyes and for the first time she realized the Totem of Change, the so-called Skinwalker Totem, was hovering in the center of the room.
It was about the length of a human arm bone and looked as if it might have been carved from one. It depicted dozens of animal and human faces seeming to blend from one into the other as if masks made of wax were being melted in a cauldron. The intricacy of the carvings and the horrific, dead-eyed expressions of the faces sent a tremor of fear up Sara’s back.
“I have not seen a human in over 600 years,” boomed a voice directly in Sara’s mind. “Why have you come before me? Do you seek my council or do you try to take what is not yours?”
“I have come to protect the Totem of Change,” said Sara, stepping cautiously closer to Red Wolf. “Too many know it is here. They will come to take it.”
“They will fail,” said Red Wolf. “As you will fail.”
“I have defeated the warriors,” said Sara and she took another step towards Red Wolf. She began to unbutton her sh
irt. “I will defeat you.”
“That…what are you doing?” Red Wolf cocked his lupine head to the side and stared at her as she removed her shirt and bra. The bright light of his eyes flickered as he blinked at the sight of her ample breasts.
“It is so hot in here,” she said, which was not a lie. “I am only trying to cool off, Red Wolf. You don’t mind me removing my clothing, do you?”
The giant wolf man stared in disbelief as Sara undressed. She was sticky with sweat and exhausted after her long journey deep into the earth, but she made as much of a dance of it as she could, kicking off her boots and stripping out of her trousers. Red Wolf sniffed the air with his lupine snout.
“You are in heat,” he said. “You have been mating with males.”
“Three males,” said Sara. “Four if you count my mortal cowboy friend.”
“You defile this sacred place with the stench of sex?” Red Wolf shifted where he sat and Sara saw the glistening reddish length of his cock sliding from its furry sheath. A depraved pang of desire stirred in her core. Red Wolf was no beast, he was an ancient spirit with intelligence beyond most humans, yet his body was so similar to his namesake.
She thought, Am I really going to fuck an immortal wolfman spirit to get the Skinwalker Totem from him?
“You must leave this place,” boomed the voice in her head. “Leave it or I will be forced to, um, destroy you.”
The hesitancy was all the permission she needed. Sara ignored the threat and approached Red Wolf close enough to touch him. He did not try to get up from his Lotus Position, but he leaned his shoulders back as if flinching away from her. She smiled. He was afraid of her and her naked lovely bottom. The smell of sex clinging to her had driven the poor old spirit wild with lust.
“Six-hundred years is a long time, Red Wolf,” she said and stroked his furry face and sleek pelt. It tingled beneath her fingertips as if alive with electricity. “Even you must have desires. Do not resist your urges, Red Wolf. I am here for you. Sheath your cock inside my warm, wet folds.”
“You are not human,” his voice whispered in her head. “You are touched by gods from before the Great Spirit.”
“I am human,” she said, her hands sliding down to wrap around his immense red cock. “But you are right, Red Wolf. I have mated with gods before. I’m something of an expert.”
She pressed her naked body forward, cradling the hot, slippery length of Red Wolf’s cock against her toned tummy and between the soft mounds of her breasts. Red Wolf’s tongue lolled from his mouth and he began to pant. Squeezing her creamy breasts, lubricated with sweat and a bit of his beastly precum, she began to give him a vigorous wank. His furry chest rose and fell rapidly and his loud panting blew across her face, blowing loose strands of hair in the hot current.
“It feels so good,” moaned the voice of Red Wolf. “What are you doing to me?”
“A bit of a titwank, love,” she said, working her shoulders and hips and riding her squeezing breasts around his hot, throbbing length. The beastly smell of him was growing stronger by the moment as his warm pre spilled down his shaft. The sound of his panting grew louder by the moment.
“I must mate,” moaned the voice in her head. “I must… mate with you. I cannot stand this pleasure!”
“Oh, of course,” giggled Sara, releasing him from between her flushed mounds.
His glistening cock was huge. In her many depraved travels she had experienced bigger cocks. Still, Red Wolf was an immortal spirit that had not had sex in hundreds of years. She was afraid of letting him take control. She stepped back from him, cradling her breasts in her hands and squeezing them.
“I should destroy you for tempting me,” he growled in her mind.
She had to do it. She had to let him take over. She turned her back on him and lowered her body to her hands and knees. She knew he had a raunchy view of her recently-used ass and pussy. She looked back over her shoulder at the wolf-headed spirit and asked, “Are you going to fuck me, Red Wolf, or not?”
He snarled and leapt at Sara’s hindquarters with animal urgency. His clawed hands gripped her shoulders as he thrust frantically at her cunt, his cock grazing her thighs and smearing her with precum before he finally caught his tip against her entrance. A single stroke buried the entire length of his beastly cock deep in her pussy. He leaned over her, rutting her to her core, his furry balls slapping against her clit as his massive cock smashed its blunt tip against her womb.
Sara was in shock. She could hardly breathe and she felt stretched to bursting. The beast held her shoulders and her fat tits swung and shook with the ferocious pace of Red Wolf’s thrusting. The ancient spirit licked her neck and shoulder. His breath snuffled in her ear and his claws bit into her shoulder as he pounded faster and faster.
“Great Spirit! It is wonderful!” His voice was a roar in her head.
She tried to cling to the stone floor, but she was so sweaty her hands slipped and she fell face-down onto the stone. Her tits mashed beneath her, but her ass was still raised high and Red Wolf continued to furiously fuck her stretched cunt. She was trapped somewhere between ecstasy and agony and completely helpless to stop what Red Wolf was doing to her. She moaned and grasped at the slippery floor as it felt like her womb was being fucked into her chest.
“Awwwwwwooooooooo!” Red Wolf howled, at last giving actual voice to the words he was speaking in Sara’s head. “I am going to seed this woman! I am going to fill her with my cum!”
She whined desperately, trapped beneath his powerful body and stuffed with his cock. She felt a new swelling at the base of Red Wolf’s thrusting member. It stretched her folds even wider and sealed her stuffed cunt with the remaining length of his cock wedged deep inside her. Sara’s eyes went wide as she felt the ancient one’s cock throbbing in her depths. It pulsed again and again, spilling out tingling spunk that bulged inside her sealed cunt. There was so much of it stretching her channel and dammed against her womb that she felt like a balloon on the verge of bursting.
It seemed an eternity was spent tied in a knot with the ancient guardian of the Totem of Change. Her cum-flooded pussy shuddered and squeezed around his massive cock. Finally, he pulled free of her and the plentiful cum poured from her sopping slit. She gasped to catch her breath as Red Wolf stood above her, looking down at the spreading pool of cum between the knees of the beautiful treasure hunter. She lifted her flushed, sweaty face from the stone and looked back up at him.
“Give it to me, Red Wolf,” she said. “I will protect it. I will keep it in a vault no man can ever penetrate.”
He growled and sat back on the stone floor. Still breathless, fairly sure she had not suffered any permanent damage, Sara crawled to him and knelt between his furry legs.
“You would take what I must protect,” said Red Wolf, his glowing eyes flicking their gaze towards the floating shape of the totem.
Sara stroked his furry thigh and rested her head against the side of his sheath as his cock retreated.
“I would join you in your duty,” said Sara. “I would place it in a vault with doors of steel as thick as my arm is long. I would guard it with weapons and measures you can scarcely imagine. And I would never use its corrupting power.”
“How can you guarantee others would not take it?” Red Wolf asked her and he set a hand upon her head and stroked her hair from her sweaty face. “You are mortal and your watch would end.”
Sara found herself stymied by his argument. Red Wolf had a point. Many powerful artifacts were protected by humans for one or two generations, but when a third generation fell on hard times or no longer valued the artifact, well, that was when such objects fell into the wrong hands.
“I see your point,” said Sara. A thought occurred to her, “But what if you came with the totem?”
“Leave this place?” Red Wolf looked at the dark tunnel out of his lair.
“Yes, come with me,” said Sara. “I will bring you to my vault and you can become its guardian. When I grow old, yo
u will still stand sentinel over the totem.”
She ran her hands over Red Wolf’s furry sheath and down to the heavy stones of his bollocks. He grumbled audibly at her touch.
“I would come and visit you in the vault,” she said, squeezing his maleness in its sheath. “I would spend time with you and bring you treats from the world of humans.”
He seemed to consider her words. As he did, his cock began to slide once more from its sheath. Its blunt, inhuman tip slid out first, lewdly red and marked with tiny dark capillaries. Sara lowered her face, breathing in his beastly musk as she took him into her mouth.
“Great Spirit,” moaned Red Wolf as the comely treasure hunter began to suck.
She emerged from the maze of tunnels cradling the Skinwalker Totem wrapped in a hide pouch. It was far heavier than she expected and seemed warm to the touch. That heat continued to radiate through the pouch along with an inchoate need to unwrap it, grasp it in both her hands, and command its evil power. It was the power to take a life and become that person or beast. She could change her body and her voice into any creature. The more she killed the more power she would have.
She felt a pulse on the back of her hand and the tattoo of a wolf’s head glowed faintly red. She had expected Red Wolf to turn into a normal wolf or perhaps an idol or piece of jewelry. Instead, he had transferred himself into a tattoo on the back of her hand. It throbbed with his power.
Sara passed through the chamber containing the warriors that had guarded the way to Red Wolf. The men were dozing and did not stir as she stepped gingerly over them and continued through the tunnels. He climb up the mine shaft back to the surface was perhaps the most arduous part of her journey. She was already dehydrated and exhausted when she began and she nearly lost consciousness before reaching the top of the shaft.
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