by Jools Louise
Hannah moved restlessly, holding her breath when Paco gently moved her dress down her waist before removing the garment entirely. She stepped out of it, sighing as he stroked her hip delicately, his hand warm on her skin. He traced the curve of her ass, cupping it in his palm and squeezing lightly. Onawa rubbed her other nipple firmly and she stared at him helplessly, whimpering slightly. She felt a throbbing begin between her legs, and she shifted restlessly. Her thighs parted slightly, trying to relieve the ache.
“Do you desire us?” Paco asked, his voice deep and gruff.
She nodded in response, flushing at her wanton behavior. She had never felt her womanhood so intently before, had never felt so in tune with her senses. She definitely desired the two braves, and felt incredibly naughty knowing what was about to happen. She was about to lie with both of them, and wanted them to devour her, make love to her for hours until she belonged to them completely.
She felt a soft kiss on her breast, and looked down to see Onawa’s dark head close to her chest. His lips opened over her nipple, tasting it delicately as he licked at the taut bud. Paco kissed her hip, stroking her backside at the same time. He took the cloth from Onawa’s hand and took over the cleansing ritual, swiping the damp rag over every inch of her, from her toes to the soft skin of her throat and everywhere in between. Her skin tingled from his attentions, her attention split between the hand on her butt and Onawa’s mouth at her breasts.
“I want to taste you,” Paco said, his fingers stroking closer and closer to her damp core. She spread her legs further, inviting his touch, and he smiled seductively. Kissing her fingers, he dipped between her thighs with his other hand and fondled her moist folds. Gasping, she shuddered in pleasure, her body responding to his gentle ministrations by producing more cream. She was slick and hot, breathing hard now. Paco stared up at her, licking his fingers greedily before lifting one of her legs over his broad shoulder. Her eyes narrowed to slits, and she couldn’t look away when his tongue darted out and he licked at her most intimate places.
“Paco,” she breathed, her hands clenching, finding the silken veil of Onawa’s long hair. She clutched at him, holding him against her as he continued to lavish her breasts with long licks, sucking at her nipples avidly as Paco drank from her woman’s core.
Unable to stand, she shuddered at the overwhelming pleasure flooding through her, and sank to her knees. Paco moved with her, his gentle hands urging her to sit on the narrow bench that had been converted to a bed. A thin covering lay atop it, the wood hard beneath her bare buttocks. She ignored everything but her lovers’ hungry mouths on her body. Paco draped both of her thighs over his shoulders, pushing her back against Onawa, who knelt behind her on the seat. Cupping her breasts, Onawa pinched and tweaked her nipples and then bent over her, sucking at her avidly. She wanted his kisses, and reached upward, grabbing hanks of his hair and pulling him up to her hungry lips. Moaning, they kissed hungrily, open-mouthed and scorching hot. Paco lashed her clit with his tongue, tugging at it with his teeth before sucking on her with hard pulls. She bucked against him, her pleasure so intense she felt light-headed; her legs pulled him against her more firmly.
A second later, he knelt between her thighs, his face damp with her dew, cock swollen and dripping, as its mushroom head, a dark purple, pulsed with urgency. Gasping, she shoved her hips forward, and he accepted the unspoken invitation. Lifting her hips, he pushed the blunt head of his cock to her opening and thrust inside. He fell to his haunches, and she sank down onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he sheathed himself inside. His cock was thick and warm, stretching her moist channel and felt incredible inside her.
Lifting up, she felt Onawa’s fingers tweaking her nipples, and found his mouth again, kissing him. He groaned and moved to the side, kneeling upright on the bench and turned her head. Tapping her lips with his cock, he groaned again when she opened for him, sucking on his thick cock greedily. Humming with pleasure, Hannah tasted her lover’s unique taste, feeling his flavor exploding on her taste buds as she sampled him.
Paco began to move, lifting her slightly to give him more room, and then began fucking her, his thrusts smooth and powerful, bouncing her up and down. He buried his face between her breasts, sucking at her nipples, and she arched her back as her lovers moved in tandem, fucking her pussy and face with skillful abandon.
“I won’t last, cousin,” Onawa panted, his features contorted with ecstasy.
Hannah moaned, bobbing up and down on his cock, and then had to swallow fast when he came, his thick seed splashing the back of her throat. He jerked in her mouth, grunting in pleasure, then grabbed her face, and cupped it with both hands as he withdrew, then fused his mouth to hers, sharing his own cum with her. She came hard, undone by the wickedly erotic act, and writhed atop Paco’s heaving body. Her pussy milked Paco’s thick rod, and he moved faster, pummeling her clit with his fingers until she came again, and then felt him jerk inside her. He groaned, jerked again, and then pulsed inside her, releasing his passion into her clutching sheath.
Whimpering, exhausted, Hannah slumped against her lovers, her eyes closing tiredly. They moved her gently, and she felt them use the damp cloth to cleanse her again, then lay her down on the floor of the wagon, snuggling in on either side. With the heat of them surrounding her, and their arms keeping her safe, she slept.
* * * *
Paco looked at his cousin in the darkness, smiling. “We’re keeping her,” he whispered, kissing Hannah’s cheek tenderly.
“Yes, cousin,” Onawa replied quietly, almost reverently. “We won’t leave her behind.”
Paco gathered Hannah closer, sighed, and then nodded. Wherever they went, they would take Hannah with them.
Chapter Seven
Bly’s nose quivered, scenting a familiar, deliciously arousing aroma. Firelight flickered through the trees ahead, and her tired feet picked up the pace. It had been a hard journey, made more difficult because they’d had to lay a false trail several times to put off the war party behind them. Laying low meant losing time, but better that than having to fight off twenty of Taima’s braves.
“You smell something good?” Wynono asked, eyeing her with a slight smile. He and the others knew about her bloodline. She had a wolf living inside her, and keeping it quiet as a child had been practically impossible. She had been kept a prisoner, virtually from birth. Her totem was a powerful one, and her people had thought to protect her. She just wanted her freedom.
Bly smirked back. “My mate,” she replied, jerking her chin at the camp in the distance.
Wynono looked a little disappointed, and then resigned, and she smiled at him. “You are more of a brother to me than a mate,” she said quietly, not wanting to hurt him. Her wolf chose its own mate, and had been restless for a little while. The urges inside her were growing stronger, her clit already throbbing in anticipation. She needed to claim her mate. It was a burning desire that had every nerve ending tingling with excitement and her wolf doing cartwheels.
“Soon there will be a mate for me,” he said wistfully.
She patted his arm. “I hope so,” she replied, then corrected herself. “I know so.”
He smiled back, arching one brow. “What does it feel like? When you know?” he asked.
Bly thought about it, frowning. “It’s like an invisible thread is pulling you toward some unknown person, a force stronger than anything you’ve ever felt. And your body tingles, your wolf going crazy inside you the closer you get to that person, wanting to get a taste.” She flushed as she realized what she had said, and ducked her head as he laughed softly.
“Do you bite?” he teased, and she punched his arm, laughing, as well.
“Only when I’m hungry,” she retorted, hearing laughter from the others.
“My mate is nearby,” Chatan said, the yearning in his voice sending a similar emotion through Bly. She glanced at her brothers dragging Flo behind them on a travois. She was healing, thankfully, and faster than any had expected
. Today she had opened her eyes fully, and Bly had seen that same intense hunger in her eyes as she’d looked at her mates. Etu, Wakiza, and Iye were intensely protective, not letting anyone else near Flo. Bly had cuffed Wakiza’s ear when he’d growled at her for offering to help. Taa, their adopted sister, thought it amusing, seeing their brothers so completely besotted. They had, until Flo’s appearance, acted like young bucks, posing and strutting around the women of their village. Now that they had found their mate, their focus was completely on her.
“I’m glad she got away,” Etu said.
Chatan nodded, looking distractedly at the flickering firelight dancing off the trees. It gave a welcoming glow. Etu sighed tiredly, and Bly couldn’t help but yawn, aching in every bone in her body. She was fit, used to running and riding, and physical labor, but three and a half days of hard travel took its toll.
“Chatan!” came a female squeal of delight. Chatan grinned widely, and Bly watched as a petite blonde came running fast from the camp. Without pausing, she leapt at the alpha, wrapping her legs around his waist, and began kissing him wildly.
Bly heard soft laughter as everyone passed the passionate pair, who were ignoring everyone now that they were reunited.
“We’ll just introduce ourselves, shall we?” Etu said dryly.
Bly sniffed the air, homing in on that arousing odor that had reached her nostrils a few moments ago. As she entered the camp, she spied two large males, their skin ebony dark, their hair plaited into intriguing braids, secured with brightly colored bands. The scent had her panting and she stalked closer, her pussy moistening as she viewed the immensely powerful men who were to be her mates. She was tall for a woman, at least five feet and nine inches, and needed a tall man to take care of her. These two giants would be perfect. She had grown used to the idea of a ménage relationship, since Chatan had found Mary, and shared her with his brothers. It was a wolf thing.
“What happened to you?” Bly asked boldly, standing in front of the largest of her mates. He was huge, a big bear of a man, with huge biceps and his legs like tree trunks. Clad in only a breech clout, his body was displayed to perfection as he rested on his side on the ground, his upper torso bandaged, as was his companion.
“Ma’am,” the man said, struggling up.
Instantly she kneeled, urging him back down, positioning herself between both men. Her wolf went wild at being so close.
“Bly,” she said, earning a confused look.
“My name,” she added. “Is Bly. We are mates.” She wasn’t one to frolic around a subject, preferring a more direct approach. She saw the dawning recognition on each face, and their eyes studied her with growing admiration.
“Bly,” Etu chided, rolling his eyes. “At least be a little subtle.”
“I am Harmony, and this is Raven,” the biggest man said, smiling seductively. “I take it you are part wolf?”
She blinked in surprise.
“We had a little trouble here,” Mary said as she returned to camp, walking closely beside the alpha. “Buffalo hunters were whipping your mates,” she continued, smiling at Harmony and Raven. “Dustu, Kata, and Maska took care of them, though—with some urging.” She rolled her eyes at the last statement, eyeing Maska balefully. “For some reason, our beloved Maska thinks this deserves a spanking.”
Bly burst out laughing at Mary’s audaciousness. Maska was big and strong, a Comanche warrior through and through, and would certainly not appreciate Mary’s provocative remarks. Mary winked at her, and they shared a knowing look. These men were dominant and just a little over protective. Keeping them on their toes was a number one priority. Bly thought she would have a good friend in Mary, and looked forward to talking to her. When Mary was a fully-fledged shifter, they would have fun tormenting their mates.
Bly felt a light touch on her shoulder and shivered, looking at Raven. His touch was featherlight, his fingers a little rough. She trembled, staring into his eyes, seeing the raw desire there. Her nipples perked up, her pussy weeping as she felt Harmony touch her thigh, feeling the heat through her buckskin trousers. She scented their arousal and licked her lips.
“I can help with the injuries,” she whispered, their touch firming as they stroked her. “If you can manage it, we really should…”
Before she had finished, Harmony was on his feet, his eyes raging with lust. Gathering her in his arms, as though she weighed nothing, he kissed her cheek. “We are to be converted?” he asked.
“Yes, when I claim you, it starts the transition.”
Raven stroked her back, following close behind as they left the campfire, and headed into the woods. “We would be honored to be claimed by you,” he said, his deep voice caressing her eardrums, sending shivers through her.
“We don’t have long here,” Chatan called after them. “Taima is following us, and we will need to break camp soon.”
Bly almost cried, whimpering in disappointment. If there was danger, especially from that monster Taima, they needed to leave soon, and use the cover of darkness to give them an advantage. In these unfamiliar woods, Taima would be blind, whereas with the advantage of wolf sight, their pack would be able to move a lot faster.
“We will return soon,” Harmony promised. “We want to acquaint ourselves with our beautiful mate.”
Bly rested her face in his neck and breathed in his scent, memorizing it.
“We will have plenty of time on the way to get more acquainted,” Raven whispered, stroking her ass and squeezing gently.
Harmony chuckled hoarsely when she moaned, panting with need. Her legs wrapped around his thick waist, her clit rubbing against the hard ridge at his groin. She wanted to mark him all over, cover him with her scent, so all would know who he belonged to. Cupping her ass, he ground her against him as he walked away from camp, the coolness of the night air soothing her heated skin.
Raven was close behind, stroking her back and cupping her breasts in his big hands. They came to a stop about half a mile from camp, Harmony’s mouth finding hers, and groaning as their lips met. Trapping her between them, the men rubbed against her, allowing her to pleasure herself. Raven removed her tunic, draping it over a low hanging branch, and began kneading her breasts.
“Turn her this way,” he requested, and Harmony complied. Bly felt his strong hands lift her, and she was turned so that her back was against Harmony’s massive chest. He parted her thighs, and Raven made short work of her trousers, leaving her naked within seconds. He hung the rest of her garments neatly beside the tunic.
Bly groaned as they stroked her all over and explored her body, learning every inch of her. Her breasts felt full and achy, her nipples taut, begging to be touched. Her clit throbbed almost painfully, and she arched her back, reveling in the rough texture of work-worn hands caressing her. Raven knelt, shoving her thighs wider, and buried his face between her legs. His nose was cool against her heated flesh, and then he went to work with his mouth, licking and sucking at her voraciously.
Harmony tilted her head back, cupping her jaw as he turned her face toward him. His lips found hers again, his mouth hard against her as he kissed her. Their tongues swirled together, and she bucked in his arms, shoving her pussy harder against Raven’s ravenous mouth. The heat increased, her moans continuous as she was ravished, unable to think, the only thing of importance was claiming them. She nipped at Harmony’s tongue and then sucked on it, soothing the sting. He growled, lifting her legs onto Raven’s broad shoulders, leaving his hands free. Pinching her taut nipples, he stroked her belly and then began teasing her clit with one hand, rubbing firmly. She came apart in his arms, undone by the erotic friction, and cried out her pleasure as her first climax hit.
Raven went wild, his tongue stabbing into her pussy over and over, lapping every bit of juice as she came. Instinctively, she lifted her arm, pushing Harmony’s head to the side, and bit into his strong neck. He yelled in surprise, his fingers rubbing harder on her clit, and she came again, shaking in bliss. Before Harmony could r
ecover, she wrenched from his arms, tumbling Raven backward, and claimed him, as well, her fangs biting deep as she slid down his body.
His cock landed in a perfect position, thick and warm, lodging at the entrance to her pussy. Not thinking, she sat down, sinking onto the thick appendage. A sharp pain cut through her, her maidenhead breached by Raven’s cock, and she rejoiced. She was a virgin no more, and she had just claimed her men.
Raven’s arms went around her, and he sat up, resting one hand on the ground behind him as he winced in pain. Instantly, Bly tried to get off, realizing she’d forgotten about his injuries.
“No, it’s fine, I can do this,” he said grimly, but he was in obvious pain.
Bly pulled off him, crawling to hands and knees, her pussy craving his cock. Instantly he moved to kneel behind her, and slid slowly inside her again. She bucked, shoving back at him, wanting a hard pounding. Gripping her by the waist, he complied, fucking in and out, his tempo steady at first, but moving faster as she urged him on, wild with need.
Harmony crouched in front of her, naked, his giant cock black and beautiful, its tip glistening temptingly. He gripped her head in both hands, stroking her hair gently, and tapped her lips with his cock. Opening wide, she sucked him in, his girth making her jaw ache. He tasted a little spicy and earthy, and all male. Thick veins along his length pulsated as she sampled the spongy head, exploring every texture with her tongue.
Raven had slowed his thrusts, watching as Harmony began to fuck her mouth, and soon began to up the tempo again. The sharp slap of flesh meeting flesh blended with the suctioning of Bly’s voracious mouth around Harmony’s thick cock. She hummed with pleasure, moaning as her pussy was pounded from behind, loving being sandwiched between the two massive cocks. Her pussy ached from being stretched wide, Raven’s cock huge, at least nine inches. His powerful thrusts bounced her onto Harmony’s even longer, thicker cock with each stroke.
Within a short while, overcome with pleasure, Raven came hard, his hot seed lashing her pussy and filling her. He didn’t stop thrusting, his hands stroking her back as he kept up the pace. His cock was still hard, and she whimpered as a second orgasm raced through her, convulsing around him. He yelled out, and blanketed her back, his blunt teeth nipping her neck, piercing the skin as he claimed her instinctively.