by Silver Lake
“Hey Jeremy, lay back and let the bitch ride you so she can use her hands and her mouth. I want to see those pretty tits bounce.” A bright blush flushed her cheeks, but Melissa’s embarrassment was quickly forgotten as she felt Jeremy shift behind her, grabbing her hips tightly and pulling her back, keeping her impaled on his shaft as he shifted positions so she was straddling him, her ass facing him. She moaned as his fingers grabbed and kneaded her ass, lifting her up and letting her fall back down his length, driving herself down onto his cock. Then his hand landed with a hard smack across her ass and she yelped, trying to jerk away but his hands again holding her in place.
“Come on, I’m sure you know how to ride a cock.” He growled. She moaned and slid her slick sex slowly up his shaft, feeling him leaving her empty until the flared head was just spread her entrance, then she shoved herself back down onto him, reveling in the feeling of him slamming back into her cervix, filling her completely. She opened her mouth as Brian brought his cock to her lips, swallowing his shaft down. He was slightly smaller than Mark or Sam had been, so it was easier for her to take him all the way down to the base. She relished the feeling of him just brushing against the back of her throat, swirling her tongue around every inch of skin she could reach.
The other brother grabbed her wrist and wrapped her soft hand around his shaft. She shivered, letting her fingers explore all of the throbbing veins and the soft skin of his cock before she wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke him. Her other hand was claimed by Sam, his cock raging hard again. Surrounded by these four fierce men, she gave herself up to them. Strong hands guided her up and down as she rode the cock between her legs, sliding her mouth along the cock in front of her, trying to milk every bit of cream from its hard length.
Her hands pumped feverishly. Suddenly the cock in her mouth spurted cum down her throat, filling her stomach with even more seed until she thought she might burst. With a grunt beneath her Jeremy filled her now stretched cunt with his hot cream, giving a few last hard, shot thrusts to make sure he coated every inch of her insides. The cocks in her hands followed a moment later, spurts of their jizz landing in her hair and coating her skin. Melissa collapsed, rolling off to the side as her own orgasm spasmed her body, suddenly crashing over her and taking her by complete surprise. The werewolves watched her in feral anticipation, only the faint flash of yellow in their eyes reminding her of the danger she was in.
Panting she looked up at them from the grass, looking at the slowly hardening shafts all around her. Already they were hard and eager again, the scent of sex and musk thick in the air. She lay on her back, limbs spread wide as her breasts heaved with every deep, ragged breath. Her eyes were dark with lust as she reached down between her legs, running her fingertips through the cum seeping out of her hot, sloppy sex, letting her fingers slide over her sensitive clit.
“Please, fuck me.” She moaned as she pleasured herself, back arching until she felt her hands roughly pulled away, pinned above her head. Someone knelt over her, pressing their cock into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily, moaning and squirming until she felt the hard press of another hot body between her legs, shoving another thick cock into her sloppy cunt. They grunted as they skewered her again, hard hand pinning her down to keep her from moving too much though she was in no way trying to flee.
Though she’d been trying to keep them from turning into beasts, they fucked her like animals, like she was nothing but a bitch in heat. It drove crazed noises from her throat as one exploded inside her cunt and was soon replaced by another. The one in her mouth pulled out to spray his seed over her face and chest. Then Robert was straddling her chest, and someone else was kneeling behind her, and they’d let go of her hands. She reached up to take their cocks, working her hand along their slickened lengths and licking at their heads together, tasting her own juices mixed with their seed.
She couldn’t fit both their cocks in her mouth though she dearly wanted to, instead alternating between one and the other, giving little moans and gasps in between as her cunt was pounded again. A delicious ache was growing her hips from being so roughly used but it felt so good and all she could do was buck her hips into each thrust, driving the hard shaft deeper into her.
Melissa couldn’t tell who was where anymore. Every time one came, another was there in its place. They never seemed to get hard, but pounded her with equal vigor every time. She was moved again, pulled on top of someone so she was straddling them. Someone else came up behind her, pressing her forward. She felt the head of their cum slicked cock against her virgin ass and she pulled away from the cock in her mouth.
“Wait, I’ve never-" There was a growl and rough hands buried in her blonde hair, gagging her with his thick cock once more. Sam’s voice growled quietly in her ear as he pressed his hard meat against her ass.
“Shut up and take it. You’re our bitch now.” She shuddered at the fierce possessiveness in his voice. It pushed her over the edge, wracking her body with yet another orgasm. Somewhere amidst the waves of pleasure she felt that hard, flared head pushing on her tight ring, shoving past the resistance. There was a brief moment of pain, and stars exploded in front of her vision as his sex slicked shaft drove itself deep into her ass. Between the cock in her cunt and the one in her ass, she felt impossibly full, like she’d be torn apart.
Then he started to thrust, and any ability to form words abandoned her completely. Two mouths were on her breasts, one sucking and biting each tit. She pressed them to her, burying her hands on their hair as she encouraged their rough treatment as she was pounded from behind and from in front, her cheeks sore from all the sucking though she couldn’t bring herself to stop, suckling and licking and bobbing her head on the fat cock presented to her lips.
Bone chilling howls rose up around her as the pack exploded inside of her, dumping her ass, sex, and mouth full until it seeped out onto the grass of the clearing. It felt like she was being filled with fire, burning from the inside out with the heat of their seed and her own pleasure. She cried out and spasmed as they abruptly pulled free of her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting after being so full. She lay sprawled on the grass in a haze, unable to stop trembling as her body shook with her last orgasm, exhausted from fucking but still longing for the full feeling of their cocks.
Dimly, she registered that it was no longer completely dark. The day had brightened to the gray of early dawn. Without all the bodies huddled around her she shivered in the cold, grateful when strong hands gently helped her sit up, wrapping a flannel shirt around her shoulders.
“Hey Melissa.” Mark crouched down in front of her, tucking her shirt around her. “Are you doing alright?” She nodded, gradually beginning to register the sounds of people dressing, zippers being pulled up and buttons being fastened. She looked around and saw them stoking up the fire and pulling food out of the cooler, rolling sleeping bags out on the grass.
“What now?” She asked quietly. Jeremy came over to offer her a hand up, and between him and Mark they pulled her to her unsteady feet. He grinned at her as she stumbled into him, her hands flattening on his bare chest.
“Well first we’re going to eat and sleep, and then I can take you back to your car and take a look at it for you. Then you can continue on your way.”
“Or,” Sam’s deep voice startled her as he came over to join the conversation. “You can stay with us for a couple days. The full moon lasts two more nights.”
She shivered at the implication of his words, but she looked between the men, and her nose twitched as the smell of frying bacon came to her. A slow smile curved her lips and she pressed herself against Jeremy, feeling his cocking starting to rise in his jeans again as she rubbed her body against him.
“I’d love to stay out here, if you think you can give a repeat performance.” A sharp smack on her ass made her yelp and she cast a scandalous glance over her shoulder at the chuckling Sam.
“Oh, I think we can manage that, girlie.” His eyes flashed feral ye
llow as he grinned and she felt the heat growing between her legs in anticipation of the night to come.
Drowned
Afternoon sun beat down on Adela’s bronzed body as she lay sprawled on the deck of the sail boat. A jolt of electricity ran along her spine as Daniel’s hot tongue lapped over her bare toes. Slowly, torturously, he licked the length of her left sole and she let out a small moan. She tingled with sensation, and arched her slender back as he playfully nipped at her heel.
“That feels wonderful darling,” she purred in a throaty voice.
Daniel sucked hard at her big toe and she moaned again, carried away by the wet heat of his mouth. A warm heat suffused her belly and pubic area. His mouth left her small feet and moved on to her smooth, slender legs. He trailed kisses up to her flimsy bikini bottoms and he nibbled at her thighs. Adela reached down and played with the soft tresses of his thick black curly hair.
“Oh darling,” she sighed again closing her eyes. “You’re wonderful. Keep going, keep going.”
His mouth sank between her legs, sucking at her labia through the material of her swimming costume. She felt herself swell at his touch and luxuriated in the flush of wet heat. He parted the bikini thong with his fingers, exposing part of her shaven cunt to the air. With agonising slowness, he began running his thumb along her outer lips on the left side of her vagina.
Adela’s breath caught in her throat, and she had to remember to breathe slowly and deeply. She knew short breathes and holding your breath deadened the feelings of pleasure. Breathing properly helped to oxygenate the blood and heighten sensation throughout the body. She closed her eyes and focused, making sure she enjoyed the experience to its fullest. Pleasure was very important to Adela and she meant to squeeze as much of it out of life as possible. It was only fair, she reasoned, after the misery and suffering of her childhood.
Daniel hitched down her thong, and caressed both her outer lips with his thumbs. Sticky heat welled from her aching cunt and she writhed on the deck, engulfed with desire. Daniel brought his head down between her legs and sank his tongue in to her vaginal opening. Her cherry bright clitoris had swollen from beneath her hood and as his mouth enveloped it, spikes of sexual energy shot up in to her chest. Daniel sucked and licked her vigorously, with all the eagerness of youth. His enthusiasm certainly made up for his relative lack of experience.
“Oh fuck,” Adela said huskily, encouraging his efforts. “Ah lick me darling, lick my tight wet pussy.”
Obliging her to the best of his abilities, he sank his index and middle fingers in to her, crooking them in to a ‘come hither’ gesture. She’d taught him this particular trick during their night together in the chateau, and Adela was pleased he’d remembered. He explored her, finding the rough tissue of skin that marked her G-Spot. Adela let out a ragged cry as he started running circles round the swollen bump. Daniel was a quick student. It was a crying shame he had to be killed today. She would have liked more time to enjoy his body.
As it was, she still had this afternoon for one last tryst. As he fingered her G-spot, his tongue thrust in and out of her vagina, driving her clit in to a savage frenzy. She screamed out again, genuinely feeling herself edging toward orgasm.
“Ah yes my love!” she gushed. “Lick me! Lick me! Finger my tight hole!”
Daniel obeyed, not letting up on his ravishing assault. The thought of his smooth lean body, and deep mica bright eyes tipped Adela over the edge. The sweet relish of orgasm cascaded through her slender body and she panted hard, the sweat coating her golden skin.
“Oh fuck! Yes!”
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Daniel gasped, surfacing from her wet cunt. Adela opened her eyes, and looked down at his cute, elfish face. A pang of regret tugged at her heart. He really was quite delightful.
“You know just what to say my sweet,” she replied sleepily.
“I mean it,” he said emphatically. He pressed his iron hard body against her in a tight embrace and nuzzled her short strawberry blond hair. The erection in his shorts pressed hard against her exposed cunt. “From the moment I saw you at the party, I knew you were the one,” he murmured. “The moment I saw your face, I realised you were the girl of my dreams.”
Adela returned the embrace with enthusiasm, caressing the small of his back. She felt a thrill of perverse pleasure at the thought of how easily it had been to dupe the silly boy. He thought she was the girl of his dreams exactly because she had been geno-sculpted to fit his fantasies detected by the dream probe. Her masters in the Red Serpent Society had made her to order, shaping her to match the object of Daniel’s desires.
As Daniel hugged her, she began idly caressing the erect nipple of her left breast. Of all the forms she’d taken this was one of her favourites. She liked the sweet, girl-next-door look of her heart-shaped face and snub nose, and the bright sparkle of her sapphire blue eyes. Her body had the suppleness and sleek elegance of a teenage gymnast and her tight little pussy was ripe and sensitive, giving her several heart stuttering orgasms as she masturbated herself before starting this mission. You had to give Daniel credit, he certainly had good taste.
“I can’t wait to introduce you to mama,” Daniel said, trailing kisses along her gazelle sleek neck. “She’s going to go absolutely crazy over you.”
“I don’t it’s a good idea to introduce me to your family,” Adela scoffed. “I’m not the right breeding stock. I’m a poor roturier, while you are a high and mighty chevalier. Think of the scandal that would be caused, if it were found out you were dipping your prick in to the lower class.”
“I don’t give a fuck about all that crap,” Daniel spat, his face darkening. “Just because I was born with a silver spoon up my ass, it doesn’t mean I can be told who I can or can’t be in love with.”
Adela laughed again, though his words made her feel uncomfortable. “You’re not in love with me, you silly boy! I’m just some passing fancy you can screw until it’s time to marry some princess or other.”
“I do love you!” Daniel said hotly.
“How can you?” retorted Adela. “You’ve only known me for two days.”
He dipped his head and began slowly licking her nipples. Adela closed her eyes and let out a throaty murmur. “It doesn’t matter how long you have to know someone,” he whispered as his tongue did its magic work. “If you feel it in your heart, there’s nothing else that matters.”
Adela thought back to another time, many bodies and many years ago. She’d been in love then, with a dark-haired boy called Selon. They were going to be married, even though they were dirt poor, eking out a meagre living in the under-towns of Imperial Paris. He had been her first, and as they curled up together under the blankets of their pallet in the dingy garret, they’d planned their future together. Selon would get work in the vineyards down south, and they’d move in to a small-holding and raise lots of children. The future had been dreamy and bright for Adela, and then a pack of drunken chevaliers whoring in one of the upper districts had set upon the couple while they were out enjoying an evening stroll.
They had dragged Adela in to an alleyway and had taken their turns on her while they made Selon watch. Consumed with fury, he had struggled free and thrown himself at the bastards like a wild animal. Even now, after all these decades, Adela still saw the flash of the dagger in her mind’s eye. The chevalier who slashed open Selon’s throat had grinned at her as her true love’s life blood leaked away in the garbage infested alley. He’d still been faintly alive as the chevaliers beat Adela to a pulp.
She should have died that night, along with Selon, but somehow she survived. They’d left her for dead and carried on with their carousing, and she’d crawled away in to the night. From then on, love had died, leaving behind an icy vortex of hate and a visceral hunger for revenge.
“Don’t you feel the same?” Daniel suddenly asked, bringing her back to the present.
A dark, bone deep anger coiled around her chest like a serpent. She looked at him with her most dazzl
ing smile and stroked his cheek. “I think you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met,” she lied. Suddenly the sentimentality she’d felt earlier had crumbled to dust.
He grinned broadly, oblivious to his fate. “You’re wonderful,” he murmured and leant in to kiss her. She parted her luscious lips, letting his tongue slip in to her mouth. His breath smelt exquisitely of oranges and champagne, and she melted in to his kiss, putting aside her emotional animosity for the sake of physical pleasure.
His hand moved down her spine to caress her bare ass. She sank her teeth in to his upper lip as his thumb pushed in to her tight butt crack.
“I love you,” Daniel whispered again as their lips parted. She wished he’d shut the fuck up, but smiled at him sweetly. “You’re wrong you know.”
She frowned. “What about?”
“The chevaliers. Not all of them are stuffy and obsessed with land and prestige. Mama is very open-minded. She doesn’t give a fuck about scandal and gossip. If she knows I care about you, she’ll take you in to her heart. My happiness is all that matters to her.”
“You’re very lucky,” Adela said, this time telling the truth. “Not everyone gets to be loved unconditionally.”
“We can get married,” Daniel said eagerly. “Mama can arrange it all. You’ll say yes won’t you?”
Adela laughed again, finding his enthusiasm infectious. “Slow down, darling. You’re galloping way ahead of me.”
“I don’t want to slow down,” Daniel answered, passion bright in his dark eyes. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”
Oh you’re going to get your wish, my darling, she thought cruelly. It was a shame really. Perhaps if he was given the chance, Daniel could grow to become a decent man. The night of the brutal attack on her and Selon returned to her mind with a vengeance. The only decent chevalier was a dead one.