Bound By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1)

by Bree Bellucci

  “You underestimate me,” she said, growling into his pointed ears. Dropping her voice so it was closer in tone to his. “You think you’ve seen all my tricks, everything I have to offer you. But you’re wrong.”

  He was growing angrier, but looking down at his pubic region she saw that he was also getting more aroused. She shimmied down the tree and swung her body around so she was repelling down his body, dragging her soft skin and hard muscles down his equally ripped chest, caressing the fur on her way down.

  “Don’t you want to see what else I can do?” she said.

  He said nothing, but his growing erection answered for him.

  She wasn’t just trying to save herself from his strength. She wasn’t just trying to conquer him, like she did her other adventures. He wasn’t just a picture or a thing to cross off her bucket list. It wasn’t just about finding someone to ravage her body until she was cast away from it. She had seen the moon he could conjure, she had felt the energy of the earth invade her body, absorb into her from the inside out. She had a taste of what the wilderness was like when it consumed her and she wasn’t going to let that go. She had found her man. She had found her womb’s ultimate counterpart. She would show him just how fit she was to carry on his seed.

  Rachel grabbed the pick from out of the tree and walked over, stopping directly in front of Rannulf. She sat on the ground in front of him and spread her legs wide, exposing the pink folds of her pussy, introducing the wet cavern of her insides to the lively mountain air. She leaned forward and spread herself out further, letting her gaping lips show him where he had been and where he undoubtedly wanted to go again.

  She played herself like a harp. Plucking her folds and rubbing her pearl in rhythm, mesmerizing more than just Rannulf. His member was swaying along with her movements, though his body was tied securely to the tree. The entire forest seemed to come alive as she warmed up, buzzing with life and sex and new sounds that she had never heard in all her years of outdoors exploration.

  “How do you like this,” she said. “Getting a closer look. I bet your other conquests never gave you such a show.”

  He looked down at his own body then back at her.

  “Just wait,” she said, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  She reached for the pick and slowly entered herself again with the rubber end, lubricated by the remnants of his sperm. She kept going in, knob by knob, wrapping both hands around the top of the pick, and lifting her legs for him to see just how far in she was going. The tree he was tied to began to quake.

  “Oh fuck,” she said, pulsing in and out, stopping only to tease him more. “Look Rannulf. Look what you made me do. Look how hungry you made me, with your wild cock, you made me so hungry I may never get full enough again!”

  She was going to try something wicked. Something she had only ever done once before, and even then only by accident. She started fucking herself faster and faster, feeling her orgasm begin in the twitching of her toes and then her leg muscles, and moving upward into her cunt. She took one hand and put it in her mouth, wetting all of her fingers, tasting herself and what was left of Ranulff. Oh, what she would give for another taste. A real one. What she was already giving! She planted the soles of her feet into the ground, tough as trees, as if she was growing back into the earth. She reached her long, tan, muscular legs out as far and wide as they would go, opening up for him - for them.

  She moved her fingers back to her clit, rubbing hard and fast, in violent unnatural figure-eights. She spread her legs further, opening her slit and inching her body closer to her wolf, her mate. He was shaking the tree so hard now that the leaves were beginning to fall like the first day of Autumn. She pointed her pelvis towards him, and plunged the handle in as hard as she could, with all the energy of the earth and the sun and the moon and then, with a mighty push of her most intimate musculature….

  Whooooooooooshhhhhh. She exploded with orgasmic juice, ejaculating with ferocity all over Rannulf and his huge, pulsing, shaking, animal phallus. She had never seen such a rush, never felt so much like a victim of her own masturbation. She saw it all as if it was in slow motion, the rush of fluid raining through the air covering his fur, falling down in glorious droplets on the forest floor. She thought she saw stars, rainbows, the whole world was made of moon rock and she and Rannulf were the only bits of living flesh that mattered. She could never have done it without her audience. She was soaked to the bone, and so was he. She laid back on the mossy ground until her muscles recovered some modicum of strength, and then she looked back up at the wolf man. His human eyes bore holes right through her.

  “How did you like that,” she said, crawling on all fours over to him, running her hands up his hind legs, towards his tight round sac. She put her fingers through the fur, grasping his source of reproduction, his vitality. Wanting even more of what was waiting inside of them to be inside of her.

  “I can do so many things, things I bet you’ve never even dreamed of.”

  She reached her hands around his member, needing both to grasp its full girth, fingering the curves and veins that made him the perfect hybrid of man and beast. Her juices were still soaking him, and she used her party trick as her lubrication, running her hands up and down, looking up at his snarling face that began to soften, to open wider, to look back down at her.

  She opened her mouth and ran her warm tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the meld of his metallic skin and her own remnants. She opened her mouth wider, taking his whole head into her mouth, sucking on the warm pink cock as if it was the last one on earth--because for her, it was.

  When she closed her lips around him, she could almost hear his insides, hear his heart beating faster and faster. Rachel could hear his growls and moans issuing from deep within his hulking body. She wrapped her hands tightly around his shaft and ran them over the flanking double curves again and again while she sucked at the head.

  “Woman,” he cried out to her, the vibrating tenor of his voice wrecking havoc on her own still sore pussy, “you vile creature, you cannot tame me! You cannot--”

  His voice grew raspy and thin and the trees began their violent rumble. She saw his face soften, and the paws of his hands grow sweaty and she felt, through her fingers at the base of his pole, the familiar rush of cum coming from his cock. This time it was like a tidal wave hitting the back of her throat.

  Instead of moving her face away or clamping down her lips, she moved her mouth further onto the head of his manhood, pushing him deeper into her throat so she could feel the full force of his ejaculation shaking her to the very core. She would show him how much of him she could take, and then take even more. As the taste of him washed into her mouth, she swallowed again and again, keeping her mouth wide around him and lapping at him with her tongue.

  She felt a weight on the top of her head, and only then did she remove her face from his loins. It was Rannulf’s paw, resting gently above her forehead, and stroking down her matted hair, now covered with the musk of their overlapping juices. She looked over and saw that the ropes were laying placidly on the ground beside them, while Rannulf stood upright leaning unbound against the tree.

  “You were free the whole time?” she said.

  Rannulf smiled and she saw again his glisteningly sharp teeth, imagining the strength of his jaw, but noting for the first time his relaxed and open demeanor.

  “The strength of the blow must have knocked off the ropes,” he said. She could almost swear she had seen him wink at her when he said it. “Nice work. You might be more useful than I thought."

  “But if you’re going to stay with me, you’re going to have to prove you can keep up.”

  By then it was actually night time. The moon, if it was even out at all, was hiding somewhere above the trees, providing no light to their path. Rannulf took off in a quick trot, looking behind himself only once to see that Rachel was still there.

  She followed Rannulf closely through the forest, down the side of her conquered
mountain and back up the crest of another, even higher, mountain. He ran instinctively, cutting through the underbrush and darting between the trees with nothing to guide him but his nose. She was panting, but the harder they ran the more she felt the pure mountain air running through her veins.

  They ran for miles, cutting off other animals, sending flocks of birds flying out of trees in a solid mass, terrified for their lives. But Rannulf wasn’t there to hunt tonight. Tonight he already had his trophy, and he was taking her home. They ran through streams, over creeks and up and down the craggy face of the mountainous terrain.

  He wanted to be sure about this one, to make certain that she was fit to be his companion. He had mated before, with humans and werewolves alike, but they all disappointed him in the end. They all grew tired and sore when he was only just rare and still ready to go. They all lacked the energy and enthusiasm he had for the climb, for the mountains, for the pleasures of the flesh. This one, he could tell, was different. Since he sensed her presence in his territory the night before, he could feel something in her that was closer to anything wild he had ever seen in a female creature. And she was passing all his tests with flying colors.

  When they got to the edge of a river valley, she saw a wide-mouthed cave just beyond them. It was guarded by two other werewolves, they seemed slightly smaller than Rannulf. She hesitated near the entrance, waiting to be questioned by these warriors, but they simply looked her up and down and nodded at Rannulf, motioning with a nod of their snouts for her to follow him deeper into the cave.

  Inside, it was nearly pitch black. She held onto Rannulf’s thick coat as they walked into the cavernous wolf den. There was no light at the end of this tunnel, but Rachel wasn’t scared. Though she was walking into unfamiliar territory, she was the opposite of scared; she felt like she was home.

  She heard sounds, familiar and unfamiliar, reverberating echoes bounced off the walls. There were sounds like water flowing, the clapping of hands, the clopping of paws. Her eyes began to adjust to the darkness slowly and she began to sense motion ahead of her, but she couldn’t quite distinguish any individual shapes. Then, she heard a familiar sound. It was a human voice. And not just any human voice.

  It was the same sound she had heard the night before, what seemed like years ago, back in the cabin. She heard the sound of Emily’s voice, the soft crying puppy sound she had made in her bed, but this one was louder, fuller. More at home. The closer they walked to the noise, the more she could distinguish all the sounds. She heard Katie’s muffled intensity and finally Michele’s song, metered with the grunts and growls of three other werewolves.

  Of course there were more of them! And of course her friends had been close behind her this whole time. She had underestimated their prowess just as Rannulf had doubted her. Now, they were all there together, finally, where they belonged. The echoing sounds of the others having sex reverberated into Rachel’s body as Rannulf nudged her towards his corner of the cave. They were all in for a long, hard night.

  This time there were no ropes, nothing holding either of them in place, nothing between them but their own flesh and hair, nothing below them but the cold grey rock, with the smooth welcoming texture Rachel felt with every pore of her bare skin. She got down on all fours, putting her hands and knees sturdily into the ground, and turning her head to look at Rannulf, his grey coat still glowing in the darkness. She beckoned him over, and waited for him to mount her from behind. This time, she would make the moon come to them.

  * * *

  A few months later, there was a new generation of young wolf children running around the cave. Emily and Katie and Michele and Rachel had all given birth in the same week. One after another the werewolf pups came into the world. They were a family now, or something even better than a family, a pack. They would live here in the true wilderness as they had always been intended to, as they had trained for and wished for. They would raise their wolves together, with the males close by, and teach them all the ways of the forest and the things they had learned not to do in their other worlds. They wore the skin of lesser animals, covering their milk-filled breasts with pelts that made them more familiar to their young. Even as they were sitting there, talking and watching their offspring play in the forest clearing beyond their cave, they were all once again bearing fruit.

  Every now and then, the women thought of their old lives. They thought of their cars and the men they dated and the computers and the jobs they had. Rachel thought about her old apartment and her other friends back in the city. But just as she began to feel some form of homesickness, she remembered that first time with Rannulf in the forest. The moon he created almost out of thin air, how the moonlight bowed as if to worship him. The way the trees bent to the will of her mate, and how many times he had made her truly howl, and brought out the beast inside her. There was nothing like that where she came from. Nothing like that anywhere else, with anyone else on earth.

  “Do you want to hear a story,” Rachel said to her friends, her sisters. “A story I’ve never told anyone. Not even my old therapist. Not even Rannulf.”

  The other women nodded. “Yes!” They said. “Yes we do!”

  So she began.

  “Once, when I was a very young child, my family and I rented a summer house up in these mountains. My parents were always busy, having sex with each other and making elaborate meals for the adults, but more than that, they wanted us to experience the wonders of the natural world for ourselves. They sent my siblings and I out into the forest every day with only a canteen of water and a book with a list of edible berries.

  “I was young, and curious, only just learning about my body, learning about my own sex and my own truths just as I was learning about the truths of nature. Which plants would harm me, which animals would let me chase them. I was fearless and I wanted to be born right in nature, so every day as soon as I was outside I shed my clothes and went exploring in my own natural fur.

  For days, I saw nothing. I sat on logs and touched myself, the smell of moss and moist wood making me feel like the only thing I could do was go right inside myself for adventure. One day, I came across the most gorgeous creature. It was a young wolf. His fur was as mute and soft as the softest gray winter evening. His bright blue eyes pierced something in me that had never been reached before, and never were again until a few months ago when we first climbed this mountain. I sat down slowly, so as not to scare the wolf.

  I wanted to keep looking at him, for him to look at me, as long as we could. Instinctively, I began to touch myself. The wolf kept his eyes on me, and then, for the first time, I brought myself to orgasm. I kept my eyes fixed on the wolf, and where I should have been scared, terrified, running for my life, I went to town on my own flesh until I exploded with a rush of ejaculating fluid that ran right back into the creek below. When I finally opened my eyes, the wolf was nowhere to be found.

  “I’d been looking for that feeling ever since,” she said. She looked up at her friends, their faces soft, attentive but transfixed in the space just behind her. Just as Rachel was about to turn around, she felt Rannulf’s massive paw rest gently on her shoulder.

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  The following is an excerpt from Bred By Wolves - Impregnated By Wolves Part 2

  Trouble arises for Jane while she and her friends are camping in the wilderness. The pack of wolves can smell her sexy young body and raging hormones from miles away. The wolves stalk closer while she is taking a late night dip alone in the nearby river. The beasts capture her and have their way with her tight human body, Jane is reluctant at first but soon she craves the fullness and savage lust that she receives from them.

  Read on for a small taste of what's inside:

  “Todd, is that you?”

  There was a rustle, but no response. She started to get mor
e sensitive. She felt her hairs standing on end, a wave of sensation going up and down her body. Like the wind, if the wind had large soft hands.

  “George? Manny? It’s not funny anymore.”

  Still no reply. Her scalp began to tingle. Every hair on her tiny body stood on end.

  “Ok, you win. Seriously you guys, come out already. I’ll do whatever you want. You really win this time.”

  Jane turned around in circles, and saw three massive shadows moving towards her. They were too big to be any of her friends. They were too big to be any human, she thought. And as they moved closer, they became bigger than any animal she had ever seen.

  “Who are you,” she said, trembling. “What do you want?”

  By the time they were in full view of the moonlight, standing on their hind legs, Jane was too scared to say anything at all coherent. She looked them all up and down, thinking she was hallucinating or something even worse. But even in her fog, in her nakedness and fear and chill, she knew what they wanted. She could tell just by looking. Leading them forth, in front of each of the brothers, were their massive werewolf erections. They moved slowly inward towards her, until she could only gape open her mouth at their size and their clear intention.