A hot mouth pressed against Sophie’s and her breasts were groped and fondled. Sophie was a writhing, groaning mass and quickly she felt herself rise to the brink and fall over the edge. Crying out from her release, she shook as the men pushed and shoved one another out of the way to taste her wetness and rub their fingers in it. Sophie moaned, a slave to her body. She panted, feeling the cool stream lick her legs.
She felt the energy begin to shift, and she noticed more wolves were perched around the stream now, watching. Sophie was hoisted out of the water by two men, and felt two cocks enter her; one from the front and one from behind. Sophie cried out in disbelief. She felt water sloshing around her, and she tried to look at Rylan but the sensations were too intense and she squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel the cock inside her ass pushing its way in and out with speed as her tight asshole wrapped around its girth. She heard a man behind her call out in ecstasy and she knew someone had come.
Sophie began to lose sense of time as she felt herself passed from man to man in the stream. She stared into dark eyes and light eyes, knotting her fingers in both long and short hair, brown to blonde. Sophie arched her back again and again pressing her breasts into different hands, seeing the shades of skin change over and over. She looked over to see Rylan explode and shudder on the rock, stilling himself before shifting into a wolf and running away to the safety of the woods.
Slowly, she felt the numbers dwindle around her. She was sore and tired, and had not been able to come since Crofton had pressed his hot mouth to her groin. Sophie refocused her eyes and saw that it was only Crofton who remained.
“Crofton?” she panted.
“Yes,” he said softly, fondling her breasts with one hand, as his other hand circled her pussy. “Everyone else is gone now. I stepped aside. I wanted you all to myself.” Something about Crofton’s words, rekindled Sophie’s desire, and she kissed Crofton passionately, pushing her tongue between his lips, devouring his mouth.
Crofton groaned into her mouth and wrapped his arms around her thighs, before bringing them around his waist. Sophie locked her legs around Crofton and began to grind against his body. Her clit made contact with his growing erection, and Sophie thrust herself against him again and again. Crofton stumbled backwards, until he reached a large flat stone jutting out of the water.
Crofton sat on the stone; Sophie straddling him across his lap. Crofton wrapped his hands in Sophie’s long pale blonde hair, and twisted her hair down the length of his arms, before tugging her head back. He trailed his tongue down her chin, neck and collarbone, before trying to swallow her breasts whole.
Sophie felt her breath coming in shallow gasps. The sun shone down on her and Crofton, and the stream quietly gurgled over the rock they were occupying.
“Can you handle any more?” Crofton asked, eyeing his erection.
“Yes, please,” Sophie murmured, positioning her body above Crofton’s. Slowly, she lowered herself onto Crofton, groaning as she felt him fill her. She worked slowly, savoring Crofton’s fullness. Crofton stared down at their groins, enjoying Sophie’s every movement as she overtook him again and again. He reached up, grasping her ass, and began to thrust himself into her, forcing Sophie to move faster.
The pace continued to increase, and Crofton reached up to grab Sophie’s breasts. Sophie arched her back allowing her breasts to fill Crofton’s hands. Faster and faster Sophie went, feeling Crofton reach deep inside of her each time. She could feel her orgasm building, and she panted as she brought her hand to her clitoris, to further stimulate herself. Crofton reached down, squeezing her ass and controlling her movements. His hands squeezing her behind undid her, and Sophie cried out as she came around Crofton, repeating his name over and over as she convulsed on top of him. Crofton came too, grabbing onto her flesh as he shook, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.
Sophie rested on top of Crofton as she slowly sank back to reality. The sunlight on her skin, reminded her of her life before. Sophie felt as if she had been away for months instead of days. How different she was now. No longer the pristine virginal young woman who read fairy tales, but now a full-blooded woman, with sexual desires and needs, and living among these creatures of fantasy.
Sophie eased herself off Crofton and sank into the water, kneeling so that the water reached her shoulders. Feeling of sex, Sophie washed herself clean again, knowing soon enough she would be made dirty by more of the pack. Crofton lazed on the rock, watching Sophie bathe herself.
“You are magnificent,” he said smiling. Crofton flexed his arms and legs, “I feel stronger already! Usually it takes a few rounds,” and then he blushed at his words. Sophie shrugged and smiled as she paddled a bit where the stream became deeper. “Sophie! Quick!” Crofton suddenly called out, a note of panic in his voice.
Sophie turned hastily to see a large grey wolf racing towards them, with a screeching owl flying alongside. Sophie scrambled out of the water and hastily began throwing her clothes on, not caring as the water from her skin soaked through the material. Crofton came to her side, pulling on his pants, and stepped protectively in front of Sophie.
Before her eyes, Sophie saw the wolf transform into Linwood, yet the owl flapped nervously above his head.
“Where is Rylan?” Linwood demanded, panting.
“I- I don’t know,” stuttered Crofton, “He was here earlier but – “ his voice trailed off.
“No time! Get her to the caves – now!” Linwood ordered. The owl began to screech.
“What-“ Crofton interjected.
“NOW!” he roared, before phasing back to wolf form.
“Let me take you,” Crofton said quickly, and without waiting for a reply, he scooped Sophie into his arms as if she were a small child and began to run toward the caves, flanked by Linwood and the owl.
“What’s going on?” Sophie asked fearfully. It had been less than a minute since Linwood and the owl approached them, but Sophie knew something was very wrong.
“I have no idea,” Crofton panted as he ran swiftly. Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck, staring back into the forest behind her. Sophie wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she swore she saw black shapes weaving in and out of the trees. She clutched Crofton tighter as they approached the caves. Sophie saw some of the pack begin to run alongside Linwood and the owl. Rylan, as wolf, skidded into focus and raced to Crofton’s side.
Once safely inside the cave, Crofton put Sophie down, and doubled over trying to catch his breath. Rylan phased quickly, grabbing Sophie’s hand and dragging her deeper into the mouth of the cave. Crofton followed, and Linwood and the owl brought up the rear. Sophie imagined the rest of the pack staying outside the opening.
Quickly, Linwood transformed into his human self and Sophie watched in awe as the owl transformed into an old woman. She was small and hunched over, dark scraggly hair hanging in her face. Sophie’s stomach turned as she noticed one eye was milky from cataracts.
“What the hell is going on?” growled Rylan, “Why is she here?” he asked angrily, gesturing towards the old woman. “She’s nothing but a crazy old hoot!”
Linwood gave Crofton a pointed look and he took the hint, leaving the group.
“Sophie is in grave danger,” Linwood warned, “Bathilda has been a great help.”
“What kind of danger?” Rylan asked, his body rigid.
“Bathilda has reason to believe that Sophie is not entirely human.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Sophie exclaimed, “Of course I’m all human! What else would I be?”
Rylan tugged on her hand, silencing her, and Linwood continued.
“It makes perfect sense. In fact, I wondered the same myself, as I’m sure you did, Rylan. She smells different, sweeter. She is slight in stature, pale in skin and hair. Not to mention her eyes. She looks like the Dwellers.”
Rylan nervously rubbed his chin. “Is she?” he asked in a clipped tone.
“We cannot be sure. But that would explain your speedy stre
Sophie listened to this exchange, not understanding a word.
“What is a dweller?” she asked, exasperated.
“The Forest Dwellers,” Rylan snapped and then his voice softened, “They consider themselves the rightful inhabitants of the forest; the pure ones who have the right to make their lives inside these woods. They tolerate us at best,” Rylan scoffed. “They consider themselves superior due to their magic. They are compromised of different forms, yet all are magical in their own right.”
“And you,” Sophie said looking at Linwood, “Think I am a Dweller?” Sophie felt as though she were losing her mind. Three days ago she was a carefree virgin visiting her grandmother, two days ago she lost her virginity (not to mention loved every minute of it) to a man who turned into a werewolf, and one day ago she was fucked by a pack of werewolves. Now, she might be a magical forest person? Sophie sank to her knees, overwhelmed by this discovery.
“No, I do not believe you are a full Dweller, my child, but I do have reason to believe you may have Dweller blood in your veins. Bathilda brought this to my attention, and she has noticed the dark creatures of the wood come alive over the past few days.” Linwood’s eyes darkened as he mentioned the creatures.
“What does that mean?” Sophie asked, burying her head in her hands. She wished nothing more than to lose herself in Rylan at this moment. Bathilda cleared her throat, and when she spoke it seemed as if she had used her voice in a very long time.
“There is legend of a maiden who was born of Dweller and Human blood. ‘Tis a powerful combination,” she rasped, “Very few Dwellers have ever had relations with humans. It was believed there was one relation where the human woman carried a child. This child continued their bloodline. This maiden would have great powers, and would probably be unawares of them due to living in the human world. She would be intoxicating to magical creatures, especially males. She would make creatures stronger if she mated with them.” At this Rylan turned away, maybe embarrassed, Sophie wondered.
“This maiden would be a threat to dark creatures of the forest as she would have the power to rid them of these woods, should she draw on her powers. She would be stronger in the presence of her kindred Dwellers.” Bathilda paused, “Dark creatures would do anything to stop her,” she whispered.
Engulfed by confusion, Sophie looked up at Bathilda through her fingers, “And you think it’s me? That I am this maiden who came from a bloodline of some forest dweller person and a human?”
Bathilda nodded solemnly and Sophie let out a strangled sob. Rylan was at her side in an instant, taking her into his arms and soothing her. Sophie felt heat course through her body at Rylan’s touch. She clung to Rylan, needing him in the only way that could obliterate these outrageous tales.
“I need a moment,” Sophie managed and Rylan pulled her into a tight tunnel off the room. He guided her down until the tunnel became so narrow they could hardly fit. Sophie collapsed into Rylan’s arms, her mouth finding his, and she kissed him urgently, frantically, hungrily as her hands climbed up his naked arms and fisted in his hair.
“Rylan,” she breathed, “Make me forget.”
Rylan exhaled sharply, pressing his body against her as he yanked her skirt up with desire. Sophie moaned and Rylan covered her mouth with his hand.
“Shhh,” he whispered, “We don’t have much time and they will have no tolerance.”
Sophie panted at the sexiness of needing to be quiet. Rylan deftly moved his hands along her pussy, inserting a finger and moving it around slowly. Sophie whimpered quietly, so only Rylan could hear, and she pressed her hips into her hands, feeling the jagged wall of the tunnel press into her upper back.
Rylan groaned softly feeling her wetness. “I know you have enjoyed being with the other members,” he whispered as his touch made her wet beyond belief.
“But nothing compares to you,” she breathed, reaching for his pants and pulling them down so that his cock emerged, ready and waiting to fill her. Sophie ran her fingers along it, savoring its feel. Rylan made a deep sound and brought his hands to her shirt, untying it and grasping her breasts.
They were so close that Sophie only needed to move her hips a fraction closer, and she was grinding her pussy along the tip of Rylan. Rylan’s cock was grazing just the right part of Sophie and her breath came in quiet rasps from the pleasure. Rylan pressed his mouth to Sophie’s again, and then pulled Sophie’s legs up around his waist. Sophie felt the rock dig into her ass, and she took pleasure in the sting.
With one quick thrust, Rylan was inside her and Sophie clung to his back, feeling Rylan drive away her angst. In and out he moved, filling her only the way he could, as her worries and fears fell away around her. This is where her world made sense now. She rocked her body with Rylan meeting each thrust as he stretched her deliciously.
“Can’t. We. Run. Away?” Sophie panted as Rylan moved powerfully inside her.
“No. Use.” Rylan panted back, “Oh fuck, Sophie! Why do you feel so incredible?” he moaned quietly. Sophie clenched her muscles around Rylan’s cock, watching him come undone inside her.
“Come for me,” he croaked, “I need to feel you come around me again. I need to remember you like this.”
Giving Rylan what he wanted, Sophie came fiercely, bucking against Rylan as her body scraped into the wall. She bit Rylan’s shoulder to stifle her cries of ecstasy, as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her. Rylan let out a groan as he came with her, gripping her ass tightly as he poured himself into her.
They clung to each other, breathing hard and knowing they were nearly out of time.
“We have to get back,” Rylan said pulling his pants up. Sophie wiped a stray hair from her face as she re-tied her blouse and yanked her skirt back down. Rylan smoothed her hair and gazed into her eyes.
“Is this the end?” Sophie asked in a small voice.
Rylan took a jagged breath, “I think our time together is coming to an end.” Sophie clutched his arm and Rylan led her back to Linwood and Bathilda.
“Better?” Linwood asked shrewdly assessing Sophie. Flushing, Sophie nodded and stared at the ground. “Good. We need to move.”
“What?” Rylan snarled, “We aren’t taking her into the woods. Bathilda just told us every dark creature is circling this place vying to tear her throat out.”
“Precisely,” Linwood said, “We cannot risk waiting for the Dwellers to come to us. Who knows how long that would take or if they would even believe us? The creatures will find a way to break through our enchantments soon enough. We cannot keep her protected here.”
Rylan’s shoulders sagged knowing Linwood was right. “When? How?” he asked, resigned.
“This evening, at nightfall.”
Rylan’s head jerked up. “Are you insane?” he roared.
“It’s the only way. We are strongest then,” Linwood stated.
“And the most dangerous,” Rylan bellowed, “We’ll kill her!” Sophie shrank at his words.
“We will be careful,” Linwood said steadily, “the full moon makes us stronger and many of the pack have already been made stronger by Sophie. We must take advantage of our numbers and strength.”
Bathilda was nodding with Linwood’s words. “Linwood is right; your pack is most powerful tonight.”
“Rest my dear,” Linwood said quietly placing his hand on Sophie’s shoulder, “Tonight we will need your bravery.” He slipped outside the room, followed by a hobbling Bathilda.
“Rest now,” Rylan whispered, “We will stand guard. I need to speak to the others about tonight.” Rylan disappeared behind Bathilda, leaving Sophie alone. Exhausted and spent, Sophie curled up on the earthen floor and drifted to sleep.
Sophie awoke to Rylan gently shaking her awake. She sat up dazed, and then remembered what had happened earlier.
“It’s nearly time,” Rylan said softly. Sophie threw herself at Rylan and tried to kiss him, but Rylan pushed her away. “No, I need to keep my focus.”
“Please,” Sophie pleaded, “I don’t know what is going to happen now.”
Rylan’s face hardened, “We are going to move you to the home of the Forest Dwellers. We all have different duties such as protect, watch and fight. Once we deliver you, the Dwellers will be responsible for you. They will determine if you are in fact one of them, and they will protect you.”
Sophie searched Rylan’s face, “And you and I?” she questioned.
“Are no more,” Rylan said bitterly, “It’s all my fault this is happening to you. Of all the women I decide to pluck from the forest’s edge, I choose a possible Dweller-slash-Human hybrid.”
“Please, Rylan,” Sophie asked softly, pushing her body towards Rylan. Roughly, Rylan pushed Sophie onto her back, spreading her legs apart. Pushing her skirt above her waist, he brought his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply. Sophie grabbed Rylan’s hair, feeling his silky strands between her fingers. Rylan trailed his nose up her inner thighs, continuing to inhale as he went, as if to imprint her smell.
Sophie pushed her hips towards Rylan’s face and he groaned softly, before parting her with his hands and pressing his mouth to her pussy. Sophie arched her back as she grabbed Rylan’s hair, feeling her body wake up under Rylan’s tongue. Rylan made slow circles before quick flicks of his tongue. Sophie did not hold back now and she moaned loudly, repeating Rylan’s name as he devoured her.
Rylan grasped Sophie’s thighs and pushed his tongue in her opening, feeling the wetness that was now so familiar. Sophie’s thighs quivered as Rylan continued to bombard her senses. He reached his hands up her smooth, taut stomach until they grazed her breasts. Rylan let his fingers run over her breasts, caressing her nipples and bringing them to life beneath his hands. Sophie felt each nipple harden, as Rylan continued to work her with his mouth.
Sophie was melting beneath Rylan, and she felt Rylan’s desperation, as he knew their time was drawing to an end.
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