by Deva Long
Karl’s fingers dug into me and his strong arms rocked my hips back and forth. My knees dug holes in the sand and I turned my body over to his rhythm. He pulled and pushed me with one hand on my side. Keeping his fingers touching me while he moved them, he reached his right hand around my waist and found my button with his fingers. He tapped and rubbed in time with his thrusts and my conscious mind sank into a haze of lust. The bug, the sand, and the beach grass before my eyes blurred into an impressionistic wash of flashing moonlit blue.
I couldn’t breathe fast enough with the cotton wad of my ruined panties stuffing my mouth so I spat them out. “Karl, harder, yes, my clit whack it, pinch it, Oh yes.”
He obliged, slapping my pussy to the beat of his piston-driven hips. Then he grabbed my eager nub between his fingers and pulled and rubbed. The shocking pain sent me over the edge into a rushing waterfall of white foam and green sparkling trees. I sank into balmy water and swirled around, lost in a foaming maelstrom. Sand filled my mouth, blocking my shrieks and sending them internally to join a whirl of sensations carrying me into the perfect essence of azure.
Riding over all my orgasmic sensation was fear of being seen by strangers. I imagined lights and flashes and headlines.
Well Known Blogger Caught Having Sex on the Beach! with my face plastered all over the morning papers. The thought terrified me and my kinky mind turned the terror to lust. The ease by which we could be discovered and our crime broadcast excited me. Imagined headlines and news interviews floated through my breath starved brain as I rocked through wave after wave of orgasm. Terror of discovery converted to desire and I spat sand out and moaned, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
With my sand-filled mouth and dry throat, my cries were muted but Karl had no such limits. His rigidity increased and his cock crashed deep inside me. He jerked his hips with tight short motions and his huge shaft grew thicker inside me. Like it was inflatable, the head of his cock swelled and pulsed.
“Grace, I’m coming too,” he shouted and I heard his voice echo off the glass faced condos at the edge of the beach. Karl bathed my insides with warmth as his come poured out in geyser strong gouts. Despite the plug of his engorged cock-head his cum spurted from me and poured on the sand like desert rain.
Both his hands gripped my hips, digging into my plush love handles. Ten bites of fire shot up from my soft sides.
Must be his claws emerging.
Then, his iron arms reached under me again, lifting my torso to meet his. His wolf breath scorched my neck and I cringed.
He’s changing and those long fangs will soon be fully emerged.
My misgivings about being bound and helpless with him behind me rode forth, but they charged in vain.
There’s nothing I could do if he lets himself go and bites my neck now.
Local Girl Killed on Beach by Wild Animal the headlines would read.
Karl’s teeth sank into my soft and tender skin. Pain rushed through me as he bit, but the hurt was just what I needed to push me into coming again.
“Yes, bite me Karl, sink your teeth in, harder!” I can’t believe I said that to a wolf taking me from behind, but thankfully he had more control than I did at the time. He bit hard enough to break my skin, but not hard enough to rip my flesh from my bones.
“I’m coming again, Grace!” and he erupted again into me.
How did he have something more to give me so soon after coming the first time?
Karl spurted and spurted and his cock grew, expanding my tortured pussy. His dick head must have been the size of a coconut and I screamed again into the sand.
Again Karl topped my noise with his own, opening his throat and releasing great long howl, reverberating from the condos and letting the Moon itself know its chief son was ejaculating wildly into his human mate. Karl’s bay went on and on. Waves of vibration from his deep and his voice splashed through me and made my clit and nipples pulse to his tune. I came again, rising on his howl up through the night and looking back at our naked forms, muscle’s rigid, freezing time for a precious second as we came together and merged together into one mated soul expressed in a pure tsunami of sound.
I hung bound in the moment, holding Karl’s spirit, and his spirit holding me, floating above the beach, above the condos and the parking lots, bathed in Luna’s pure light. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment that hung like a star kissing the horizon. Karl’s lips formed words but his long howl left no space for consonants.
I read his lips and his words shone in my head.
“You are mine.”
“And you mine,” I mouthed back.
Then, with the abruptness it began, Karl’s howl ended and he sank onto my back, his torso shaking as he sucked in ragged breaths.
I collapsed under him and rolled to my left. We lay next to each other in the sand.
I enjoyed the afterglow, letting pink waves wash over me.
Then, I tasted sand and tried to wipe my lips clean. My hands were still bound next to my neck.
“Karl? Wake up, you need to untie me.” I poked my elbows at him.
One sea-blue eye opened and he winked at me. “Did I get your number yet?”-
twenty five
A man wearing a tight red shirt stood next to his green Prius, staring at the sky.
“What was that?” Asked the woman in the flowered dress standing beside him.
Four men in black leather’s had just pulled up and shut off their large American motorcycles, leaving a hole in the noise of the night that the distant howl filled.
“Don’t worry,” grunted the tallest of the four, a man with straight black hair shooting skyward like he’d undergone a recent shock.
“My friend here lost his dog. That’s him, that’s his yip, right Hector?”
None of the other leather clad men spoke, instead they stared at the moon riding low over the ocean beyond the narrow beach.
“Right?” The tall one threw an elbow at his companion, moving him several inches to the side and making the chains connecting different parts of his leather’s clink.
“Sounds like the bastard.”
“I hope you find your doggy.” Flowered Bikini sang, her brunette hair blowing in the breeze.
“You two should stay here. He’s a bad dog,” the one called Hector said.
“Bad. He’s got a disease. We’re gonna hafta put him down when we find him,” the tall one sneered.
“Jesus, Mary, let’s go. We can take our walk another night.”
The couple slammed back into their car and spun its tires on the sand covered asphalt.
“Let’s find your little friend, Hector.”
“OK. Look boss, he’s not so little. There’s a picture of him in the paper. He had a jacket. With a hammer painted on the back.”
“Anyone can paint a hammer on their jacket,” a third man who hadn’t spoken yet said.
“Under the hammer it said Sons of Thunder. It would be death to put the hammer on your jacket if you—.”
“It would be death. Unless he is one,” the tall one cut in.
“Those Sons hit our compound in Parrish. Ten of our brothers died.” This was from the fourth man.
“Died?” The tall one spat when he spoke this.
“They used swords. Great long swords.”
“They killed Alfredo with a silver knife in his brain,” Hector said.
“The sea killed Alfredo. He drowned before he could heal,” growled the tall one.
“Canales, who is this man we are after? What’s his name?”
“Karl Norman,” Hector spat. Then the tall one named Canales slapped Hector in the ear, knocking him to his knees.
“Norman? He’s not just a Son.” The third man glared at Canales “He’s the pack leader of the fuckin’ Sons!”
“He’s out there naked, with some bitch he picked up. You heard him, he’s out there now…very relaxed.” Canales winked and elbowed the fourth black clad being. “You know how it is after you take a woman.
He’s going to be all sleepy and peaceful for a while.”
“It’s a good time to find him,” Hector whined, getting back to his feet.
“It’s the best time!” Canales lifted his phone. “Look, I’ll text Sammy. Have him bring a few more riders up from the south.”
Canales put up his black gloved hand and closed it with a snap. “We’ll catch him. Crush him. He’s all alone. Got no sword. No bike. Just his sandals. And his lover-girl. We’ll cut him. We’ll bleed him dry, and then we’ll see what she’s all about.”
Fangs too long for a human face flashed when Canales smiled, and matching fangs flashed back.
Evil laughter broke out from the foursome and they broke into a trot for the beach.
Moonlit sand shimmered, making long shadows where their feet dug holes in the sand.
Bare feet, and the prints showed each toe ended in a claw.
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