Whore for the Wolves (Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy Part 3)

by Bree Bellucci

  WHORE FOR THE WOLVES:

  Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy Part 3

  By

  Bree Bellucci

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Bree Bellucci on Smashwords

  Whore for the Wolves: Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy Part 3

  Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Adult Reading Material

  The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

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  WHORE FOR THE WOLVES:

  Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy Part 3

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  Sophie stepped out of the cave and into the cool night air. She felt the coolness on her skin as her eyes registered the plentiful light of the full moon. Before she could even take a good look around her, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and she could feel the formidable energy in the air. Slowly, Sophie gazed around her and the sight was frightening.

  Teeming around Sophie were all the wolves, yet they were different. Their forced-phase from the full moon altered them slightly. Their eyes seemed more yellow and slanted at a greater angle. It gave a certain wild quality to the wolves that made them even more terrifying. Their fur stood up at strange angles and appeared scruffier. Sophie noticed their teeth looked sharper, and some of the wolves were snapping their jaws together in a sickening manner.

  Sophie noticed Rylan, looking more menacing than normal, pawing at the ground a few feet away. Linwood was close, and Bathilda flapped anxiously above them. Rylan came to Sophie and bowed his upper body towards her, clearly motioning for Sophie to climb on top. Unsure, Sophie swung her leg over his body and righted herself by grabbing his fur tightly. Rylan the wolf let out a low moan, and Sophie thought it sounded vaguely erotic.

  Once Sophie was grasping tightly to Rylan’s fur, he began to run at a steady pace. The wolves closed in making a tight circle around Rylan and Sophie. Bathilda flew ahead of the group and a handful of wolves ran in front of Sophie and Rylan, leading the way. Sophie noticed as some wolves dropped back to run behind them, as well as a number of wolves flanking out to the sides beyond the circle. It was clear to Sophie that she was well protected.

  They were moving northeast and Sophie realized there were more woods to the side of the mountain, as well as beyond the mountain. The wind was cold against her face and she was grateful of her travel clothes. Suddenly, one of the wolves running flank lunged towards the tight circle, eyes focused on Sophie, growling and snapping his jaws. Sophie let out a muffled scream and buried her face in Rylan’s fur, expecting the worse. Four wolves from the circle fought back, bringing the wolf to the ground and sharp barks and yipping could be heard from the scuffle that ensued. The circle closed in once more, as new wolves stepped in.

  Sophie felt a low growl resonate from Rylan’s throat. So this is what he must have meant by being dangerous. Maybe some wolves want to attack her because of the full moon. Quicker than Sophie’s body could register the attack, another snarling wolf threw himself at her. She shrieked and clutched Rylan’s fur as he dodged the encroaching wolf. Rylan began to move faster, weaving between trees and the wolves followed in their strange formation. Sophie could see the hunger and desire etched in the wolves’ eyes. These wolves were under the control of the moon.

  Rylan skidded to a stop, as did the rest of the wolves, and he bowed down onto his front paws, causing Sophie to slip off. Another wolf stepped forward, and Sophie recognized Crofton. Rylan pushed Sophie with his snout, and Sophie climbed onto the now kneeling Crofton. While his fur was more bristled than normal, he still felt silkier than Rylan. Again, Sophie righted herself and Crofton began to run.

  A terrifying screeching sound broke through the sound of paws hitting the earth. The wolves all skidded to a stop as their ears pricked up in alert. Sophie fearfully glanced towards the sky and saw a large winged creature crashing through the trees. The creature was black and skeletal looking, much like the other dark creatures Sophie remembered. It gnashed its pointy teeth, while it’s dead eyes bore into Sophie. Time seemed to slow down as Crofton threw Sophie to the ground and he and Rylan jumped on top of Sophie as a barrier.

  The creature swooped down, lunging at Crofton and Rylan as it shrieked in anger at their protection. Another wolf from the circle jumped up snapping at the creature, but it soared above his head, circling the group of wolves. The other wolves began to pace and howl softly as they waited for the creature to come closer to the ground.

  Again, the creature swooped dangerously low, baring its teeth as it shrieked. Sophie curled tightly into a ball on the ground, her arms covering her head as she cowered beneath Crofton and Rylan. She suddenly felt angry. She hadn’t come all this way, or been through as much as she had the past few days to be pecked at by some freakish demon-bird. She meant to stand and right herself, but Rylan caught on quickly and growled, pushing her down hard with his head. If Rylan wasn’t in wolf form, and Sophie wasn’t in fear of her life, she would have found being slammed to the ground slightly exciting.

  The movement did not go unnoticed by the creature, and it plunged to the ground again, but this time more careless as it dipped too low, and a wolf locked his jaws around the creature’s neck. A hideous wail escaped the creature’s throat as it thrashed on the ground. Three wolves attacked, tearing its limbs from its body and tossing them to the side. Sophie turned her head so she wouldn’t see the creature being torn apart, the sound of rending flesh was nauseating enough.

  Crofton kneeled to Sophie and she clambered back on as he took off at an even faster pace. The wolves continued to run closely, and Sophie watched in horror as yet another wolf lunged at her and was taken down by more pack members. Sophie gripped Crofton tighter, not unaware of how their numbers were slowly dwindling as wolves tried to attack her, and other wolves were forced to restrain those.

  After a few uninterrupted minutes, Sophie was switched onto another’s wolf’s back, and Sophie recognized this wolf as Arden. Sophie felt a sexy pull in her groin as she remembered Arden from her first gang-bang with the pack. Arden was the fastest so far, and Sophie could tell they were making good time now despite their few setbacks.

  Just as Sophie thought they were in the clear, two large, scaly black creatures leapt from the bushes, making a beeline for Arden and Sophie. Arden dodged to the right, as the other wolves attacked the creatures. Sophie looked back to see four wolves in a tangled heap with the two creatures. Sophie could hear the snarls and screeches as they continued to run, leaving the attackers behind. A loud howl escaped the group behind them and Sophie whipped her head back behind her to make out which wolf cried out. She was unable to tell and she hoped that no wolf lost his life tonight in trying to protect her.

  Their dwindling group continued on. Sophie could tell the landscape was changing now. They appeared to be moving at a higher elevation, and the air felt cooler against her cheeks. The trees loomed even larger over the rest of the forest, and Sophie could tell these trees had existed for centuries upon centuries. Some were so tall, that Sophie was unable to make out their tops. The brush and bushes appeared to glow and Sophie wondered if it was a trick of the moonlight.

  Not only were the surroundings beginning to slowly change, but Sophie also felt as if t
he trees were humming around her. She inhaled sharply and the air tasted faintly sweet. Sophie could tell they were beginning to slow down now. Curiously, the wolves seemed to have a harder time moving. They continued to move swiftly, yet Sophie had the vague sense that the wolves were moving as though they were in quicksand.

  Before Sophie could dwell any longer on the strange movements of the wolves, Arden came to an abrupt stop as if his legs would no longer carry him. The wolves in front of them, as well as to their sides and behind them, also came to this strange halt. Arden kneeled and Sophie knew she was to dismount. She clumsily came to the ground, while Arden, Rylan and Crofton formed a small ring around her body.

  Bathilda came flapping back into view and she perched on a nearby tree branch, hooting softly. The sound was reassuring, and Sophie felt her body relax, even though the wolves still poised tensely. A small glowing caught Sophie’s eyes and she watched in fascination as a glowing ball of light began to move towards her. The light grew stronger and stronger as the ball grew larger and larger as it came closer. Sophie squinted against the bright light and then saw a shape take form on the ground in front of her.

  A beautiful woman (or was she?) emerged, slightly smaller than Sophie, with long white hair that hung down to her waist. Her skin appeared to glow in the darkness, and Sophie could see her skin was milky white otherwise. She had large, round bright blue eyes and petite features. Sophie could immediately see the resemblance between her and this woman, though this woman was clearly ethereal in every sense. Perhaps the most striking feature about the woman was her large, glistening wings. Sophie corrected herself; this was not a woman but a fairy.

  “Leave the girl, wolves,” the fairy spoke, and her voice sounded as soft and light as a dewdrop. “The Forest Dwellers thank you for your service.”

  Arden and Crofton cast longing glances at Sophie before running off with the rest of the pack, but Rylan stayed by Sophie’s side, whining softly.

  “Leave dog!” the fairy ordered, and her voice was still as sweet as a song, but the authority of the command was not lost on Rylan. He nudged Sophie gently and turned swiftly before galloping back into the forest. Sophie stood their alone, in her dark travel clothes, feeling abandoned. The fairy looked at her compassionately and held her hand out to Sophie.

  “Come, my child. Let us walk.”

  Sophie timidly reached out and grasped the fairy’s hand; it was as warm and silky as a rose petal.

  “I am Aurelia. We will let you rest this evening. Tomorrow we will examine you and search for answers to our questions,” Aurelia paused thoughtfully, “and your questions, as well,” she added. Sophie walked in step with Aurelia and gasped as they passed a small lake. The water shone a vibrant blue as if there were light coming from within. A thousand white lights sparkled within the water, tiny specks dancing.

  “Ah, yes. The light minnows. They must look very strange to you.”

  “They’re beautiful,” Sophie said quietly, watching the small fish swim through the water with ease. Upon closer examination, Sophie could see that the lights were coming from the miniscule fish, swimming back and forth in the water.

  Aurelia stopped at a small, grass cottage, not unlike the wooden one Sophie had known at her grandmother’s house.

  “There is a bed and sleeping clothes within. You will be protected here. Rest and I will collect you in the morning.” Aurelia spoke with a quiet authority. She opened the door for Sophie and then a large glowing light consumed her before drifting away in the same manner she arrived. Sophie stepped into the cottage and made out a soft, cushy bed in the corner. She eagerly approached it, not having slept in a soft bed in days.

  Sophie luxuriated in the plush mattress and though she was ill at ease for what was to come the following day, she kicked off her boots and socks, pulled off her skirt, and removed her cloak. In only the long-sleeve shirt and underwear, Sophie crawled into bed and succumbed to her desire for sleep.

  Sophie thought she heard a door creak and she wondered who was entering her room. She stretched in her bed, wondering if it was Brandon playing a joke. Sophie could tell it was still dark without opening her eyes. She felt someone move closer to her in bed and suddenly her eyes flew open remembering where she was and what bed she was sleeping in.

  Sophie let out a small shriek at her intruder. A man was standing, or rather glowing at the end of her bed. Since he was glowing, Sophie assumed he must be a fairy, though she could make out just a small glimpse of a wing. For some reason, his wings were smaller than Aurelia’s. The fairy held his fingers to his lips in a sign of silence as he moved towards Sophie on the bed.

  He was the most glorious specimen Sophie had ever laid eyes on. He was shorter than Sophie, which made Sophie think maybe all fairies were small since Sophie was already short herself for a human. He had white-blonde hair to his shoulders and bright blue, smoldering eyes. His face looked chiseled from marble and his lips sat in a permanent sexy pout. He was bare-chested, and each pectoral and abdominal muscle was clearly defined, as were his biceps. He wore brown shorts, which accented his sculpted ass.

  Sophie gulped as he moved towards her, unable to take her eyes off him.

  “I am Liam. I have been sent for your first examination,” he whispered. Sophie felt his warm breath against her skin, and she felt a familiar tug in her groin. Liam stared at Sophie seductively. “You must sleep with a fairy to help us better determine what you are,” he stated softly.

  Sophie’s mind swirled with confusion and desire as she tried to find the right words through her muddled thoughts. Liam was so gorgeous that she could barely put two thoughts together in his presence.

  “Sleep?” she asked, unsure of what he meant.

  “Fuck,” Liam said slowly, rolling the word around in his mouth as if it were something delicious.

  Sophie felt a shiver down her spine. This was a task she was certainly up for, and gauging from Liam’s promising bulge, he was up for the challenge as well. Liam crawled onto the bed with Sophie and reached his glowing arm around her back, wrapping his hand in her hair, before bringing his mouth to her mouth. Sophie kissed back fiercely, feeling a burning desire within her limbs at Liam’s touch.

  It was as if Liam ignited something inside of her, and Sophie pressed her body into Liam with a crushing ferocity. Liam groaned deep in his throat, as he used both arms to pull Sophie’s shirt over her head. Sophie glanced down at her skin and it seemed to be glowing as well. It was a very soft glow, so perhaps it was the close proximity to Liam. Liam reached for her exposed breasts, and began to massage them and lightly pinch her nipples. The sensation was mind-blowing and Sophie couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that escaped her mouth. When she glanced down she saw Liam’s hands working at lightning speed, blurred from their quickness. If Liam could do this to her breasts, Sophie wondered what other magic he could do to the rest of her body.

  Sophie grazed her fingers over Liam’s soft, silky skin feeling every inch of his chest. His skin was smooth like a baby, yet underneath Sophie felt hardness, like a rock. She ran her hands in his long hair, careful not to touch his wings. Sophie was unsure how to handle wings, and she realized how bizarre this thought was.

  Liam pushed Sophie down on the bed and moved from Sophie’s breasts, down towards her belly and Sophie moaned knowing where Liam would touch her next. Liam pulled her underwear down slowly, grazing her skin with his teeth as he went. His teeth felt sharp, and Sophie felt a small stinging pain, yet it was pleasurable. Liam pushed her legs apart to further expose her most delicate area. Sophie panted with desire as she watched Liam hungrily eye her.

  “Oh yes,” he moaned, “I have always dreamt of fucking a human female,” he breathed as he reached a hand delicately to her pussy. He moved his fingertips across her skin, feeling every groove.

  “Ahhh,” moaned Sophie, arching her back in pleasure.

  “Female fairies do not have the same anatomy as female humans,” Liam said huskily, “Please may I explore?�
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  “Yes. Yes!” cried Sophie, having difficulty in her state of frenzy to process what Liam just said about fairy anatomy. Every touch of Liam’s fingers sent electric jolts through Sophie’s body, as if her nerves had been turned up to a notch she never knew existed. Her skin was buzzing with an all-new heightened sensation.

  Part of Sophie ached for Rylan, but another part of her was intoxicated with Liam. She was drawn to him as if her body felt some metaphysical pull. Liam gently slipped a finger inside of Sophie and she moaned pushing her hips up to meet his hand, begging him for more. Liam swirled his finger inside of Sophie, feeling her soft spongy spot. Sophie whimpered with lust as her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably.

  Liam realized he had found Sophie’s sweet spot, and he began to rub his finger against it, while he brought his other hand to her clitoris. Liam’s eyes blazed with desire and need to please Sophie; he began moving his hands at lightning speed again and Sophie’s eyes rolled back into her head. The rapid pleasuring was so intense that Sophie’s body could not handle it. Sophie felt the buildup of a powerful orgasm, as her thighs continued to shake. Sophie let go as her orgasm ripped through her body, sending wave after wave of pleasure. She rocked and moaned, screaming Liam’s name as she convulsed under his swift hands.

  Liam pulled back to watch Sophie surrender to his work. Sophie’s body shook and her breasts bounced up and down as she panted. Just as Sophie began to drift back down to earth, she felt Liam grasp her ankles and quickly flip her so she was on her belly.

  “Oh!” she gasped in surprise. Liam spread his body on top of her, and Sophie felt his erection press into her back. The hardness made her twitch with desire.

  Liam roughly pulled her legs apart and, Sophie pushed her ass into the air, allowing Liam better access. Liam’s hands roamed over her buttocks, exploring, before he began to play with her asshole. Sophie, who was finding anal more pleasurable by the day, groaned from the sensation, and Liam in turn, continued to fondle her.