by Sage Domini
I could not say how long our journey lasted, but the sky had long since gone dark when we finally stopped. I fell from Rocco’s back, coughing in the dirt. The wolves ignored me as they entered a low splintered structure which had suffered a great many neglectful years.
I glanced around. There was no moon and no lighting save a harsh glow of fire from inside the cabin. No roads were visible, nor any other manmade structures. As the trees whispered in the wind I realized escape would be impossible. Presently two werewolves emerged. They wore only dark pants and sported chest tattoos identical to Marcus’s. Wordlessly they each gripped me by an arm and dragged me into the cabin.
I blinked as my eyes struggled to adjust inside. A deep fire pit burned in the center of the dirt floor. The windows were without glass. As many as a dozen fierce werewolves lined the perimeter of their pit. Rocco stood at the far side of the room with his back to everyone. I had known him as the alpha from the moment I saw him. As he turned my stomach lurched with fear once more. There was a cruel set to his face which nearly knocked the wind out of me. Marcus had never terrified me like this. No one had.
His two brethren did not release my arms. Their rigid grips were terribly bruising but I would not give them the satisfaction of crying out. Utter silence reigned as the Iron Jaws waited for their alpha’s next move.
“Jessa of the Caprese,” he intoned darkly, “you are the last alpha queen.” His smile was evil. “And your body is now the property of the strongest of the western packs. Iron Jaws!” At the shout the entire pack beat their chests and howled heavenward. I felt more desperate when I realized our location must be so remote they had no fear of being heard or observed.
Rocco’s narrowed eyes flashed at me. “You will serve me and be my mate. You will breed until your body gives out.”
I’d had enough of his theatrics. With a flash of desperate bravery I spat at his feet. “You are nothing but a vile coward and a sore fucking loser. The Dark Claws-“
He roared. “The Dark Claws! Domesticated little zoo animals! House dogs, not a wolf pack!” He surveyed his grim brethren and nodded. “Iron Jaws!”
I closed my eyes as the terrible howls arose once more. I opened them when I felt Rocco’s breath on my neck. He warning was quiet. “You will be punished if you challenge me again.” I gasped as his hand reached into the bodice of my gown and cruelly twisted my left breast. As he returned to his place at the head of the room, I noticed several of the other werewolves had begun idly massaging their swollen pricks with looks of glowering desire. I glanced down and realized Rocco’s rough seizure had torn several buttons from my gown and released the breast he has savaged. Instinctively I moved to cover up, but the Iron Jaws minions still gripped my arms, making it impossible.
“When are we gonna do it?” A bored female voice complained from a dark corner.
I had not noticed her before. She was pretty and dressed provocatively. As she swayed to her feet I realized she was likely drunk or high. She ambled over to Rocco and placed a clumsy hand on his crotch. As her head lowered to suck him he glared at her with disgust, kicking her away. “Hey,” she protested.
One of the other brethren hauled her to her feet and smiled. “Soon,” he promised, and roughly stuck a finger between her legs. Her eyes instantly rolled back into her head and she moaned as his hand slid in and out. The other werewolves shifted restlessly. Some threw their clothes down and stroked themselves openly as the girl approached her climax.
Rocco was watching me. His gaze moved to my naked breasts and he ran his tongue over his lips. I felt as if I would vomit. Whatever he had in mind would happen soon. And it would be bad.
He nodded to the two minions holding me and they dropped my arms. I covered my breasts but knew the futility and instead tried to blot out the sounds of the girl’s pleasure. I knew I would feel nothing of the kind when Rocco forced himself inside me. I longed desperately for Marcus with every fiber in my body.
The girl gave a little mew of disappointment when the werewolf withdrew his hand. “I was close!” she whined.
Rocco stepped over to her and placed a hand on her blond head. “My sweet, you will have the honor of being a key player in a very old, and very important ritual.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know already. Why the hell you think I agreed to come?” She hiked up her short black skirt, exposing her carefully shaved pussy. “I’ve been fucked by more crazy shit than you can guess,” she said confidently, playing with herself and glancing around at the werewolves to ensure they were paying attention. Though I was terrified, I could see their bodies were magnificent, all with large exposed hard cocks now as they had unanimously discarded all clothing. “But this, to be fucked by this pack,” she said softly, “yes, that would be goddamn amazing.” She pulled her tank top over her head and exposed pert breasts which were curiously pocked with a series of twin red puncture marks. She lay on the dirt floor in front of the fire pit and spread her legs wide, smiling. “Now. Fuck me good. Who’s first?”
It was one of my former captors who reached her prone form first. He seized her around the hips and slammed himself into her. She arched her back and groaned. Another of the Iron Claws straddled her neck and pushed his dangling dick into her open mouth. She sucked greedily as the rest of the pack grunted and howled with lust.
The first two did not take long to finish. Immediately another werewolf pushed himself into her, rolling until she was on top. She gripped the flesh around his tattoo and squealed with female pleasure as she rocked on top of him. Meanwhile, another from the pack came from behind and pushed her downward until her breasts touched the chest of the Iron Claw between her legs. This newcomer spread the cheeks of her pink ass and found a place for himself there. It went on and on like that.
Rocco did not watch the spectacle, nor did he participate. Once I tried to inch backwards into the night but one glance at him told me there was no point in trying to escape. His cold eyes were glued to me and I knew what he was planning. He would rape me there in front of the pack, filling my womb with his evil seed again and again until it took and spawned his fruit.
My ears were filled with the grunting orgasms of the Iron Jaws, punctuated occasionally by the girl’s feminine shriek. There seemed to be no limit to her capacity as she eagerly took on each member of the pack in all ways.
Except Rocco. He made no move towards her. I knew why. He was waiting for me. But even in the depths of all my horror over the moment, I could never have guessed the next pitiless turn of events.
The girl lay writhing beneath the last Iron Jaw. Rocco caught his eye and nodded and the werewolf flipped positions so she was straddled across him instead. She moaned rhythmically, stretching her arms upward as she reveled in her moment.
Rocco stood before the fire pit and spoke. “Brothers. Tonight in this place your leader will take his mate. You have all celebrated the event by sharing a moment of pleasure.” His voice grew low. The girl was oblivious, her groans of ecstasy continuing. “Now we will share a moment of blood. Iron Jaws!”
At the last, the werewolf being ridden by the girl shuddered his climax. Then, he sprang into wolf form. The others, except for Rocco, followed immediately. The girl opened her eyes. She screamed, falling backward onto her bare ass. She tried to scramble to her feet but one of the wolves pounced on her. His paws held her down and tore at her skin with his sharp claws. The others quickly circled, snarling. They were ready for the kill.
The girl’s desperate eyes found mine, pleading. Large gashes ran down her face and her eyes bulged. “Help me!” she screamed but the wolves closed in further. I shut my eyes at the first bite of her flesh, feeling the bile rise into my throat. I could hear the crack of her bones as they ravaged her. Above that were her last screams and finally, I heard the dreadful sound of Rocco’s laughter.
When I finally opened my eyes the floor by the fire pit was a pool of blood and gore. The wolves milled about the cabin, licking their mouths clean. Rocco knelt before me
, his chest painted with the girl’s blood, and held out a hand. “Now my queen, shall we?” I recoiled backward and he chased me. “I’m sure your high minded Dark Claws never shared this quaint little custom with you. But this is our history, and yours too. The alpha’s claim to his queen must be sealed with the blood of a ravaged maiden.” He clucked regretfully. “The ritual wasn’t completely correct as she wasn’t a maiden,” he said. “But then, so few are these days.”
Though I knew it was foolish, useless even, I slapped him. It was a hard hit, rocking his head backward. But in my head I heard Marcus’s words, telling me of my strength, my importance. That strength had been bred into my bones and coursed through my blood. I would not let this wicked beast have me easily.
The look he gave me was deadly. He abruptly grabbed a handful of my dress in each hand and ripped savagely. I had been wearing no undergarments and was now completely exposed. He pushed me backwards and put a knee into my soft belly.
“It was always going to happen,” he said softly. “But now I will make sure it is painful.”
The wolves paced excitedly in the background. Rocco tore his pants off, exposing the rigid cock which I looked at with revulsion. I tried to kick my legs, but he held me down easily.
“Iron Jaws!” Rocco yelled and the pack rose in a unanimous howl.
His hard arousal pressed into my thigh and I fought mightily. He still managed to get my legs apart. The wolves came closer, panting and jostling. I bit, I scratched, I tried desperately to squirm out from underneath him, though I knew I had nowhere to go. Rocco played as if I were a mouse he was toying with. I had never hated before but I knew I would rejoice if he were to die horribly. “Here boys, behold the scent of your new queen!”
My legs were spread so wide I thought my hips would crack. A wolf promptly sat on each of my ankles to keep me still. Though I tried to force them back, tears burned my eyes as the pack sniffed at my most tender places and licked their chops. Rocco’s eyes were merry as he rolled his thick dick roughly into my breasts. “I think the queen is too dry, boys. Solve this problem for her.”
A new level of disgust seized me as I felt the lap of many tongues inside me. I opened my mouth and screamed, a long shriek of outrage and loathing the likes of which I had never known. Rocco’s slap silenced me. I felt blood running out of my nose. He leaned in close. “Had to return the favor,” he whispered. He knelt between my legs, shooing the wolves away, and I knew the horror was just beginning. He gripped one of my thighs in each hand, growling.
“Now you’ll learn what it really means to be a bitch!”
Suddenly the cabin erupted in a circus of snarls and snapping teeth. “Fuck!” Rocco screamed and I realize all the Iron Jaws were intently focused on whatever lay beyond the door in the dark night. The wolves crept to the doorway, hair bristling.
And then I heard it. The sound of a dozen strong werewolves howling their fury, searching for revenge. The Dark Claws. “Marcus,” I whispered.
“That mother fucker.” Rocco pulled me by the hair until my face was inches from his. “Come watch your beloved die.” I shuddered as he licked the side of my face. “I will fuck you in the pool of his blood.” He dragged me out the door by my hair as I tried to kick away.
The Dark Claws stood in a fierce line. I glimpsed Marcus in the center before I was tossed to the ground. I had managed to grab the ruins of my dress as I was being hauled out and I clutched it to my bare body. Marcus’s snarl of wrath at the sight of his abused bride was unlike any sound I had ever heard from him.
Rocco laughed again. “Now let’s see who wins the claim this time.” And with that he sprang forth as the largest of the white wolves.
I inched away from the deadly Iron Jaws as they pushed together, snapping and snarling. None seemed interested in me anymore as they were intently focused on the fight at hand.
Then I noticed the sinister shadows. They were lined up behind the Dark Claws, taller than most men. The wraiths made no noise, but moved closer.
Rocco’s animal sneer dropped when he finally glimpsed the figures standing behind Marcus and the Dark Claws. The wolf melted away and the man roared with rage. “You called THEM? Cowardly little shits crawling to bloodsuckers for help!!” He swore and spat.
Marcus threw his head back and then stood straight in his human form. His voice dripped with violence. “Fuck you.” He clenched his fists with fury. The sight was surreal; two mighty alpha werewolves utterly unclothed and on the verge of death blows as their wolf packs waited behind them.
One of the creatures in the shadows stepped forth. He removed his dark hood and smiled terribly. He was slender with alabaster skin. His sharp white teeth shone in the dark night. “Rocco. We are not here because of the wolves.” He tapped a long fingernail against his teeth and nodded to the Iron Jaws. “You will recall the girl, the one whose blood you’re wearing.” The creature sighed. His eyes glowed red and his voice lowered dangerously. “You see, she was something of a pet...”
Rocco swallowed. It was a lovely thing to behold the terror in his eyes.
The vampire took a step forward. “I warned you. “ Another step. “ Rocco.”
What happened next was unclear. Rocco and Marcus burst into their wolf forms at the same instant. Howls rent the air as the wolves of both packs leapt for the throats of their enemies. The lead vampire signaled to the other shadows and the sky was filled with terrible shrieks and dark shapes.
The wolf Kiko, Marcus’s brother, found me there on the ground. I wrapped my arms gratefully around his strong neck and he carried me out of the melee. We had moved several hundred yards but I plainly heard the thrashing, and the screams of animal pain. Kiko stood in front me, still as stone, his face pointed towards the battle and I understood. He had been ordered to protect me.
It was over quickly. An ominous silence reigned. My shaking hands clung to the ragged remains of my dress. Kiko did not move.
I gasped as the first wolf burst through the brush. “Marcus!” I cried. He approached me gently, softly keening his sorrow over my wounds as he licked the blood from my face. “I’m all right,” I whispered as I buried my face in his shoulder. “I’m all right now.” My arms went around him and I wept.
The other Dark Claws followed momentarily. The stood back on their haunches and eyed me with sympathy. I looked at each of them. My pack, my family. “Thank you,” I said.
Then Marcus’s strong arms were holding me and I cried out with joy as he lifted me from the ground and carried me deeper into the woods. “There is a stream nearby,” he said.
The other Dark Claws hung back as he brought me to the water. He set me down softly and cupped water in his hands, urging me to drink. All the peril of the last few hours caught up to me and I struggled to clear my head as Marcus smoothed my hair and whispered endearments.
“What happened?” I asked, referring to the fight.
Marcus grinned wryly, his look far away. “The vampires move more quickly than we do. They tore open those wretched bastards before we could blink. Except Rocco.” His eyes narrowed. “I got to Rocco first.”
I took his warm hand and put it to my lips. “He didn’t hurt me much. I mean, he didn’t get to…” My voice trailed off and Marcus looked at me with such a searching tenderness I wanted to weep again.
He pushed a curl from my forehead, the way he had done the night we met, the night he claimed me. “My brave girl.”
The water was cool. I eagerly sank into the stream and let it wash away the night’s humiliations. Marcus watched me. I stood up straight. Water dripped from my body as I touched myself lightly. He read my intentions and smiled.
As I sank down into the soft ground I pulled him to me. My legs eagerly wrapped around him. I was open. I was ready. His arousal matched mine and I could barely stand not having it inside me. It needed it desperately. The throbbing rhythm of his thrusts, the hot spurt of his orgasm. I needed him to cover me with his scent.
“Take me,” I commanded.<
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The werewolf did as he was told.
THE LAST WEREWOLF BRIDE 3: With Wolf
Languidly I rolled over and began to stimulate my mate as he slept. A small smile played on Marcus’s lips as his eager body responded to my touch. The creamy warmth between my legs was a known companion after all these months and surfaced more frequently as my belly swelled.
He was ready momentarily and I swung one leg around and straddled him. Marcus opened a dark eye and groaned as I buried him in my moist depths. His large hands reached for me, rolling the lacy black lingerie over my tender breasts. My hard nipples relished the feel of his tongue as my body rocked over his in a familiar rhythm. He stroked the large belly which rested on his chest as the inhabitant within rolled gently.
I reached climax so much more quickly as my pregnancy progressed. The hunger in my body grew with the child it hosted. I never tired of the shuddering bliss of an orgasm. I wondered if anyone did.
Marcus let me ride him to conclusion. The warmth of his body’s release washed through me. But that seed would not find a place. The position was already taken.
I reluctantly allowed his spent organ to leave my body and climbed from him, rolling back onto the bed. I did not replace my nightgown or cover myself, enjoying the morning breeze sifting through the open bedroom window. Several of Marcus’s brothers were nearby on the other side, arguing playfully over the repair of an old transmission. Our nude condition would be visible to passersby and in fact it was likely our early passions were overheard, but I didn’t mind. The werewolves were overtly sexual creatures. It was part of their daily lifestyle and I had learned to abandon the modesty which had governed my life until this year.