by Cara Adams
Tor shifted back to human form. He wanted to thank the other wolf for the special moments they’d shared. “Thank you. And thanks for the games. I’ve never been free to play as a wolf before. I enjoyed our time together.”
Once again Tor became a wolf and ran in the direction he’d been told. This time Tor started sniffing for scents before he reached his destination and soon found a strange but strong scent to follow. Stretched out on a low branch of a tree was the biggest, blackest panther Tor had ever seen. It was huge. It could eat him in one bite. He was a wolf, but not a huge wolf. In a human setting, that was a good thing as he didn’t stand out too much from a big dog. But this panther? There was nowhere such an enormous animal could hide, and certainly not in a tree. Tor stopped about twenty feet from the tree, sat down, and gave a polite yip. The panther yawned, showing a great number of very large, sharp teeth. Uh-huh. Fine. Tor waited.
After maybe five minutes, Tor tried again, uttering a polite yip, trying to show he just wanted the next instruction. Once again the panther ignored him.
Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?
When a third attempt had no more success than the previous two, Tor decided he had to assume this was a person. It couldn’t possibly be a wild animal. He was here to pass a test, after all. So he changed into human form and said, “Excuse me, please. Can you direct me to my next destination?”
The panther dropped from the tree, giving Tor a huge fright. Tor managed to hold his ground, although he hoped he wasn’t shaking too obviously.
The black panther changed into Omar, the man who Gaynor had told him wanted to marry Ramona. The one who’d acted really possessively of Ramona at the basketball match.
“Took you long enough to figure it out. Two miles north, and you’re late, hurry up.”
“Thank you.”
Tor hurriedly got back into wolf form and ran as fast as he could in the direction he’d been told. This was uphill, but he wasn’t tired and managed to maintain his speed. When he reached the top of the hill he looked all around, his tongue hanging out and his sides heaving from the long, fast run. He was pretty sure it wasn’t quite two miles yet, although it wasn’t like he had a handy pedometer with him to check. Still, should he go down the hill continuing north or go along the ridge a little way? And if he went along the ridge, should he go east or west? Damn, there was no obvious or easy answer here.
Tor placed his nose close to the ground and sniffed for clues. He couldn’t locate any unusual scent. He could smell various grasses, the earth, live oak, and willow. Wait. Willow? Willows only grew near water, and he was on a hill not in a valley.
Encouraged, Tor followed the scent of willow, losing it time and time again but always managing to find it after a search. There were too many rocks up here to make tracking easy. His nose took him along the ridge for maybe a quarter mile. He stopped at a pile of willow branches. Attached to them was a note reading, “Well done, Tor. Go back to the office now.”
Tor grabbed the note in his teeth and began to run again, back the way he’d come, conscious only of Omar’s voice telling him he was too slow and he ought to hurry.
I hope Gaynor and Cameron are doing okay in their tests, he thought guiltily, aware he’d scarcely spared them a single thought while he’d been running around the property.
After he arrived back at the main building and had gotten dressed, Tor was simply told they’d be informed of the results of their testing in “a few days.” His belly clenched with fear. What if Gaynor and Cameron had passed and he hadn’t? Had he been too slow? Had he missed something he ought to have found? Should he not have played with the other wolf?
And what the fuck kind of test had this been anyway? A test to see if he could get on nicely with the arrogant big cat? Larry had said it was a personality test, so could it be he was supposed to play with the wolf and be polite to the panther? Or perhaps he’d done it all wrong and was supposed to act like the Dom and demand obedience from the others. This was a BDSM community after all.
Fuck if I know.
* * * *
Although it was late when they arrived home, Gaynor was desperately in need of some sexual time spent with Tor and Cameron. She needed Tor to take away all her fears and worries and to guide her through a scene. Him in total control of her life once again. The way it should be. She needed pain and pleasure. The more pain the greater the pleasure. She needed to forget the tests and the fact they had to wait to find out if they’d be accepted into the community. She needed to be fucked harder than she’d ever been fucked before.
As always, Tor seemed to understand exactly what she needed. Once they were naked on the bed, Tor got out the jar of lube and said, “Tonight you need to be completely and utterly possessed, don’t you, Gaynor? And Cameron needs to be in charge for a while, don’t you Cameron?”
“Oh yes,” said Gaynor.
“You always understand me so well, Tor,” said Cameron.
“Cameron, you’re going to fist Gaynor. You will do exactly as I tell you, and you’ll both achieve more pleasure than ever before in your lives.”
Gaynor gasped. Fisting? Wasn’t that particularly extreme? Was she ready for such a step? No, likely she wasn’t, but she did trust Tor—well, in the dungeon she trusted him—so… “All right.”
“Lie on your back. Open your legs as wide apart as they’ll go, and put your feet flat on the mattress.”
Gaynor wiggled around and got into position.
“Cameron, fold your thumb inside your hand and curl the fingers in on each other a fraction.”
Cameron did as Tor said, and Tor moved his fingers this way and that until he was satisfied.
Gaynor stared at Cameron’s hand. He didn’t have a broad hand. He had long fingers, just as he had long legs, but even with the thumb folded in, his hand looked much, much wider than the fattest of cocks. She wasn’t at all sure this would work. Still, it wasn’t her place to agonize over the hows and whys and strategies. All she had to do was trust Tor. Trust that Tor knew what he was orchestrating and that he could see it through. And she did trust Tor. She’d trust him with her life. She’d put her sexual pleasure into his hands, and he’d never let her down. He delivered on his promises every single time. And as for him being a wolf? She realized she completely accepted that part of him. She’d accepted that he hadn’t been ready to tell her and Cameron about his shape-shifter side. And she’d also accepted that he was grieved he’d hurt their feelings and betrayed their trust. She had moved on. That drama was behind her. Once again she trusted Tor completely and utterly.
Gaynor let her muscles relax and watched as Cameron lubed his hand, his fingers, his wrist, rubbing the gel into his skin then smearing more and more on, until every inch of his hand was thickly coated with lube.
Meanwhile, Tor began to kiss her. He didn’t kiss her all that often, and not usually during a BDSM scene, but tonight he proved what a totally awesome kisser he really was. His lips were soft but determined, dropping the sweetest and gentlest of kisses all over her face, along her eyebrows, her jawline, across her cheeks. Then he moved over her face with gentle nibbles from his lips, not his teeth, making her smile. Finally he kissed her mouth, plunging his tongue inside and possessing her, sucking her tongue, running his tongue along the roof of her mouth and behind her teeth, marking every inch of her as his.
Finally they drew apart to breathe, and Tor said, “Begin to penetrate her now, Cameron. You need to go very slowly so that she can dilate to accept you.”
Before Gaynor could assimilate his instructions to Cameron, Tor was kissing her again and her brain ceased to work. Never had she been kissed so romantically, so thoughtfully. Tor dropped his head to her breasts, kissing each nipple, drawing it into his mouth, palming the globes and teasing the undersides with gently stroking fingers.
Desperately Gaynor pushed her breasts up into his mouth, wanting more, welcoming Cameron’s fingers now at the entry to her cunt.
Cameron was stroking
and teasing her pussy lips, gradually inserting his fingers deeper and deeper, and everything the two men were doing felt so good, so very good, she never wanted it to stop.
Gaynor felt her cream dripping onto Cameron’s hand and fingers and tried to widen her legs even farther as he pushed his knuckles inside her. God, his knuckles were wonderful, touching her walls, feeling knobbly but sexy.
“Oh God, don’t stop. You feel so good. Go deeper, stretch me more.”
Tor was still playing with her breasts, making them ache with need of him. Her nipples were harder than diamonds, and when he pressed a nipple to the roof of his mouth and sucked hard on it, Gaynor almost came on the spot.
“Tor, do the other one, please. Feels so good.”
“What a bossy little sub you are,” he said, but he sucked the other nipple into his mouth and stretched it with his teeth, tugging gently before using his tongue to push it against the roof of his mouth.
Her cunt rippled and cream flooded from her. At that very moment Cameron forced the widest part of his hand inside her. It burned as he stretched her to her limits, but she was so wet, so aroused, that she climaxed around his fingers.
Cameron twisted and turned his hand inside her, stroking her walls with both his fingers and the palm of his hand. Then he made a fist and rubbed his knuckles on her walls, stretching her farther. Gaynor was still climaxing hard around, him, groaning with pleasure. “Yes, yes, more,” she whimpered.
Tor kneeled beside her head and pushed his cock against her lips. She could no longer think, but she licked his head then sucked him inside.
Gaynor tried to give Tor a blow job, but her brain was scarcely functioning anymore. She was overwhelmed with the pleasure, so deep inside her, of Cameron’s hand, pushing, stretching her, touching her everywhere, driving her crazy.
“More,” she mumbled around Tor’s cock.
Tor pushed her head back, and she opened the back of her throat for him, licking along his shaft as he guided it in and out of her mouth. He must have been highly aroused, because she could scarcely focus on pleasing him but as she sucked him he orchestrated the movement of his cock, pulling it out to let her breathe deeply and moan with pleasure then nudging the back of her throat until she opened it for him.
An even stronger wave of release rolled through her as his cock was down her throat. Gaynor groaned, her throat gripping Tor, and he came, exploding his semen into her mouth. Quickly he pulled back up, letting her swallow. Even as she shook in release she was aware of hot cum splashing on her belly. Cameron was holding his cock with his other hand, bursts of essence jetting from its head onto her.
Oh yeah, she hadn’t even thought about his release. Poor Cameron, after he’d given her such amazing pleasure, too.
After he came, as her orgasm died down, Cameron gently slid his hand out of her cunt. It seemed to come out much easier than it’d gone in, likely because she was stretched. She still felt stretched, well used, but didn’t care.
“Best orgasm ever,” she whispered, smiling at Tor and Cameron.
One after the other they bent over to kiss her.
“Hell, yes. This is one scene we’ll definitely do again,” said Tor.
Chapter Seven
Tor led Gaynor and Cameron into Larry’s office at Carnal Connections, this time to find out if they’d been accepted. His belly was crawling with tension. No matter how many times he’d gone over and over the so-called “personality test” in his mind, there were only two options. Either he’d passed, or he’d failed. And if he’d failed, he was terrified his future with Gaynor and Cameron would never come true. Already he’d fucked up big time over the wolf, and a second fuckup could only be the end of their trust in him forever.
But surely they wouldn’t have been invited back to be told they’d failed. Unless only he’d failed, and Cameron and Gaynor could live here, but not with him.
Oh hell. He hadn’t felt so sick with worry since he was eleven years old and shifted into his wolf the very first time.
Larry waved them to the chairs placed in front of his desk.
“Right. You’re in. You’re all very compatible with us. However, there are still a lot of decisions to make. Where you’ll build your house, what role you’ll play in the community, and other things, but you all passed the tests with flying colors, and we’re happy to have you join us.”
Tor felt part of the tension in his muscles and back relax, but there still seemed to be a mountain or two to climb yet. He was just so relieved he hadn’t let his subs down. Well, not so far, anyway. “I was looking at kit homes, modular construction units. They’re portable and easy to assemble, nice, solid constructions, but they’re not very big,” he said.
“Hmm. Let’s talk to JB. He’s a builder, and he’s figured out some layout or other with some of those modular construction units. With the rogue panther group prowling around, JB is going to have some emergency housing set up here for a group of cat-shifters in case of need.”
“Ramona’s going to live here, too?” asked Gaynor.
Her voice sounded quite excited, and Tor guessed she’d be happy to spend more time with her friend.
“We’re just discussing emergency accommodation at this stage,” said Larry dismissively. He pushed a map into the middle of the table. “These are the existing houses.” He tapped a finger on a series of little black rectangles. “These are the areas we want to remain untouched.” This time his finger ran across a broad oval area shaded green. “The road is here, the main entry here, and the main building here.” His finger rested on a pale-yellow block.
Tor stared at the map, needing to make a fast but good decision. “I think we’d like to be a bit away from the other homes but still with easy access to the road and the main building. I’m assuming we’ll need to lay a gravel track to drive on?”
Larry nodded. “Yup.”
Once again Tor scanned the map. Gaynor and Cameron were looking at it but not giving him any signals, so he assumed they were okay with him making the decision. “How about here? It’s not all that much past the last house but not too close, either. We’d need to grade what, three hundred feet of track. And it’s also not far from the rough land, which I’m assuming is where I’d be permitted to run.”
Tor turned to Gaynor and Cameron. Both were nodding and seemed happy. So he looked at Larry. Larry scanned the map then said, “Not a bad choice. I don’t see a problem with you settling there. Let me call JB in and you can talk about your house.”
JB was a stocky man with dark hair, very businesslike. He spouted a stream of figures. Angles, dimensions, square feet, and more. Tor almost felt like he had to run to keep up with the man’s explanations. But it was very evident JB was an expert at this, and Tor was inclined to let him deal with it. “Basically, what we really want is an extra room for Cameron to use as a home office and a much bigger bathroom. Maybe more storage space, too. With three of us, the closets in the original design likely won’t be adequate.”
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. No problems. If we use a standard module here and the advanced module here, join them here, which places the two wet areas together to give you a double-sized kitchen and a double-sized bathroom, that should work. We’ll take out these walls—they’re non-load-bearing—and you get this extra space here. Now, if we partition this off here, that will make you a storage room and an office for Cameron. Sound good?”
JB’s pencil flashed over the diagrams, drawing a wiggly line over the walls to be removed and a dotted line where the wall would be added. He pointed to everything as he mentioned it, and it was suddenly all so easy and obvious Tor was amazed.
“That’s excellent. I can’t believe how simple you made it seem. I reckon that’ll be perfect. Gaynor? Cameron? How do you feel about this layout?”
“Is there a tub in the bathroom or just shower?” asked Gaynor, peering at the diagram.
“There’s a shower over the tub in the module. What we can easily do though, since we’re putting two
bathrooms into one, is leave this tub here and have only a shower here but make it larger. We can put in an extra-large shower base and a glass door if you’d like,” said JB, sketching in the changes.
“Oh yeah. I’d like.”
Tor laughed. He could just picture Gaynor naked in a tub of hot water, surrounded by bubbles. What a scene he could build around that picture!
“My office would be this room, right? And that’s the window, and that’s a closet? What’s the Internet reception like out here?”
“Yes, yes. High-speed cable to your house. Wi-Fi inside and for maybe ten feet all round it. You can check Facebook sitting on your deck. We like to be connected to the virtual world here,” answered JB.
“That looks ideal to me. Everything’s coming together really well. It’s only about a half-hour commute for me from here, which is no big deal.”
JB stood up. “Good then. I’m about to order the modules for the emergency accommodation, so I’ll add your house to the order. I might be able to wrangle a bit of a discount with such a big order. I can’t promise, but there’s a good chance. Delivery shouldn’t be too long. Couple weeks maybe, a month at the max.” He nodded and left the room as Tor called out, “Thank you,” to his retreating back.
“Any questions?” asked Larry.
“I’d like to talk to the other wolf who lives here. An older man. I don’t know his name, but he has a sandy-gray coat in wolf form.”
“Kurt. I’ll get him to call you.”
“Thank you.” Tor stood and shook Larry’s hand. Everything was going so smoothly he could hardly believe it. So many things he’d been worrying about had neatly fallen into place. Even their finances weren’t going to be an issue as, with his and Cameron’s assets, they could get loans to cover the rest of the cost of buying a modular house, even a double-sized one, and paying their expenses would be no worse than where they were living already. Besides, living in a community like this would be a dream come true.