HOWL and HUNT the HEIR: HOWL 1-3 (Dark World)

by D. S. Wrights

  Once more snarling and growling, but this time it was further away. Liala smiled in her brief moment of triumph, as she figured that they must have thought that they had gotten to her, smelling her pajama top.

  Shame that I can’t get rid of my pants as well, or should I take the time to stop?

  A howl right next to her made her abandon that thought. It was only one of them and Liala just knew that it was the big black one. The sound was still a whiplash to her spine, which made her almost fall, but again she caught herself, just to slide on something again, twisting her ankle. An unwelcome and unwanted whine escaped her mouth and another snarl was the answer: Right behind her.

  It’s him, the big black one.

  Liala’s heart was beating wildly against her ribcage that didn’t hurt at all, despite her crashing against the steering wheel of her father’s Jeep earlier. Her heart felt as if it wanted to jump right out of her chest, and run ahead. Tears of pain and strain ran down her cheeks, as Liala forced herself to continue running, but it was so much slower than before. The brush seemed to get denser and denser, too, but she couldn’t change course. The twigs were tearing at her skin, leaving a burning pang, slowing her down even more. Again, she fought the urge to turn around, or look in the direction from where the howl and snarl had come from. The cracking, breaking twigs drowned out every other sound, apart from her breathing and the noises he made, to let her know he was there. She was certain of that. Her entire body seemed to hurt and ache, but she forced herself to continue.

  Fight, Lia. Fight! The voice in her head sounded just like her mother, and suddenly the brush was gone. Surprised, she almost slowed down instead of speeding up, but she clenched her fists, rebelling against the weariness that was threatening to take over her body.

  Run! Show them you are a fighter.

  There had to be at least a cabin out there, or a stream or river, or anything that might lead her out of the forest. Once more her own panting drowns her ears, but everything else is silent. Even the rustling and cracking next to her, seemed to have vanished.

  Did he give up?

  Liala knew what false hope felt like and it felt exactly like this. The very thought made her lose focus enough to stumble again. Her ankle hurt like hell but at least her feet seemed to have turned numb: The only part of her body that didn’t ache, or hurt, or both.

  Then, suddenly, something struck her from behind, throwing her forward, made her lose her balance, stumble, as her torso moved faster than her feet could follow. Liala fell, face first onto the ground, hard. Instinctively her hands snapped forward, trying to catch her fall, only for her to tear up her wrists and palms, her right cheek sliding over the damp ground. The second her body came to a stop, it ached. Pain in her spine, in her muscles, in her bones, absolutely everywhere.

  Get up! Up!

  Despite everything, Liala tried to struggle up onto all fours, but at the very same moment, she wanted to sit up, something struck her right between the shoulder blades, pushing her face back into the dirt, while still kneeling.

  Then a snarl drowned her hearing right behind her.

  He caught me. It’s him.

  It was a mixture of hope and fear. Liala was scared out of her mind that she had been struck and caught, but for some strange, sick reason, she hoped that it was the big black one, because he hadn’t participated in raping and killing Brenna, and because of another reason she denied herself to really admit. She wanted it to be him, because he made her feel something: Something new, and different, and definitely forbidden.

  Liala could feel his callous clawed hand against her skin. Her heart galloped in her chest, her lungs ached, her muscles refused and in any other order, but it was his skin on hers that reminded her, that she wasn’t wearing her top anymore. Despite her silent protest, heat returned to her body, but this time an anxiety attack was probable. Liala closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, chanting just one word over and over in her head.

  Fight against it.

  Suddenly she felt something wet against her left cheek and she tore her eyes open, as she tensed. Another snarl was the response and Liala held still. Wasn’t he going to throw her over his shoulder and bring her back to camp to be raped by everyone? Including him this time? She stayed still, feeling the warmth radiating off the black werewolf’s body down and onto her. He was standing right behind her and as if he was confirming her thoughts, he placed his other hand on her rear. It didn’t stay there long, but slowly snaked between her cheeks, leaving a burning trail in its wake, and slid lower between her legs, pressing against her most intimate skin.

  Liala gasped for air, unable to protest, and the strange warmth from before rapidly came together in her clit. She wanted him to pull his hand away, just as much as she needed his hand to move, to rub, to increase the pressure and along with it, this plea this forbidden pleasure made her nipples perk, for a completely different reason than the cold, and she almost begged to be touched.

  “Stop,” she exhaled impulsively, ashamed of how her body reacted.

  Her skin was burning and wetness gathered between her legs, against his hand. There was no way that he wouldn’t feel it on his fingers or smell her arousal. Slowly he removed his hand, instead, pressed something hard and ominous against her pubis and the sensitive flesh below it.

  Oh fuck, it’s huge! … Why doesn’t he do anything?

  Once more, as if he was hearing her thoughts, he moved, bending down over her, and suggesting his movement how far he would reach inside her, brushing his hard erection against the thing fabric that left nothing to the imagination. And Liala’s body instantly bullying her mind, shivering in pleasure. She closed her eyes in defeat.

  Oh fuck, I want him inside of me.

  Much to her surprise his hands moved, stroking across her back towards her tailbone, and back down along her spine to her ribs and then, eerily gently enfolding her freezing breasts and needy nipples. It wasn’t cold anymore. Liala’s body was feverish and burning with a hunger she hadn’t felt before.

  Somehow, she expected him to yell at her, demand her submission to him, as he did in her dreams. But that was all that it was. A dream, nothing more. And this was real.

  What is he waiting for?

  Although her heart was hammering wildly in her ears she could hear the other werewolves approaching, slowly. As if it was his signal, he snapped the band of her pajama pants, like it was nothing, and pulled it down. The cold air instantly claimed the wetness between her legs, sending a delicious pang through her nervous system. And he leaned down even further, bringing his mouth to her ear.

  “Tell me, you want this,” she heard him speak in a deep voice, sounding not quite human, but doubtlessly clear.

  Her eyes widened taking the flood of information in, this little sentence, this request told her. They could talk; they were somewhat human, a smart creature.

  But, why?

  All the other werewolves had arrived, she could hear them grumbling, snarling and snapping at each other. They seemed to wait, but they sounded as if their patience was growing thin quickly.

  “I know, you want this, Lia.”

  What? How does he know my name? He must have heard it, you idiot!

  Liala couldn’t think as her mind went down the ringer of confusion, panic and arousal. But one movement made it freeze: Him rubbing himself against her clit again.

  Oh, fuck. It feels so good.

  “Fuck me,” Liala breathed out, not knowing if it was just an explanation or a real order, but the noises around her stopped and the forest went dead silent.

  The blink of an eye later Liala could feel the head of his thick cock at her wet entrance, moving in a tiny circle to spread her and she whimpered involuntarily. Yet, she felt as if he was telling her to relax and she did her best, but her thoughts were running wild again, as she could see at least one of the others around her, stroking themselves.

  He pushed inside her just a little, but it had to be at least two inches already, spreadin
g open her pussy, making her ache, as he now was larger already than anyone she had had before. And it was delicious, but tormenting.

  “Fuck,” she breathed out, involuntarily wiggling her behind, trying to press him deeper inside her.

  An approving grunt from him and the murmur of the others made her realize the situation she was in and, a wave of shame washed over. Liala was reminded of the atypical form of his cock and her position, her nakedness, and yet it just seemed to increase her arousal. She closed her eyes, telling herself that she was just dreaming.

  You can enjoy it, it’s just a dream.

  She relaxed and his cock slid in deeper, increasing the tension inside of her, and made her body tingle in need and excitement. But with his movement, she could feel the hairs of his hind legs at her thighs, as he was now kneeling behind her, and he still wasn’t completely inside of her. Yet, this was the depth she was used to.

  No, I can’t do this! He is too big! He’s not…

  Another push and he completely sunk into her, making her see stars and fireworks explode on her skin and inside of her. He filled her up entirely and more. It hurt.

  It’s perfect!

  He growled, panting and she gasped for air, moaning, as a dramatic shudder shook her body, making her forget absolutely everything, the shame, her surroundings, the aches, and who was actually inside of her. He felt weightless and radiant.

  Is this what an orgasm is supposed to feel like?

  As if her captor exactly knew the moment when Liala returned to earth, he started moving and she lost the ability to think straight. Pain and pleasure mixed into a cocktail she was eager to drink, as she could feel his every move. Liala could tell that he was careful, but he hurt her anyway due to his sheer size, and the tips of his claws were pinching her skin, where they hug into her hips. Although she felt as if she was continuously riding on an orgasm, she wanted more.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed out, opening her eyes, seeing the other werewolves gawking and beat their meat, some even drooling at what they saw.

  It made her flinch and clench, sending her into another orgasm as the black one growled as a response, pushing into her harder than before. Just once, but it was enough.

  Liala’s heart raced in her chest, drowning her ears, her vision blurred again, and she could feel her head beginning to ache, and her skin to crawl.

  Not now!

  Another anxiety attack was coming. It happened to her before as she had sex and she had to stop before she had had a chance to learn what an orgasm could feel like. But this time she didn’t want to stop.

  Harder, she begged silently, hoping that there was this crazy chance that he really was able to hear her thoughts, and she arched her back, pushing her behind towards him. Fuck me harder! She needed, no she wanted the animal inside of him, hoping he would fuck this anxiety attack away before it struck her.

  Whether it was telepathy or her movement, she didn’t care, because he obeyed, leaning into her, pulling himself out completely and plunging back with his full length. He was so big, she could feel his head, his form, and every single vein and it made her eyes roll backwards in pleasure.

  Liala could hear the others egg him on to fuck her hard and she bit her lips, clawed her hands into the dirt beneath her, doing her best to meet his hard thrusts, without being crushed into the ground. It was nearly impossible. And then, he took her by surprise as one of his arms wrapped around her body, pressing her upwards towards his chest, easing the strain on her back. She didn’t care that it was furry, all she did care about was that the change of position, made him enter her in a new and different angle, that made her come again, hard. Her pussy was stretched wide like it never had been and she was incredulous that it hadn’t torn yet.

  “Fuck,” she breathed out again.

  Suddenly she flew back and her legs were spread open wide, tearing a loud moan from her chest that prolonged as the cold night air reached her wet pussy and clit again. He had lay down on his back, forcing her to ride him, lifting her up and plunging her down onto his cock as if she was nothing but a puppet, making her breasts jump from his forcefulness. Liala had no idea if she had held back any sounds until now, but if she hadn’t she couldn’t care less. The strain on her pussy had increased, and on her clit even more, so much that it felt like someone was licking her harshly, when there wasn’t. The orgasm that took her turned painful and she tried to change the position, to get back on all fours, but she couldn’t and instead she came even harder, losing her breath, and seeing stars. When she came to, she was back on her hands and knees, digging her fingertips deep into the ground, as well as her toes, panting, struggling for air.

  He wasn’t inside her. Liala felt empty, worn, and cold, and her muscles were trembling, her arms and legs were wobbling, as she tried to not drop herself.

  Growling and snarling was all around her, so she tried to look, sitting back on her ankles she watched in surprise and confusion that the black one was keeping all the others away, including the twins. He was taller than most of them, but not the bulkiest, and yet no one had dared to touch her, yet. It was almost as if she was able to understand what they were saying, maybe just because the situation was obvious.

  They all want a piece of me, but he doesn’t want to share me, does he? She thought to herself and her head dropped to her chest, as weariness threatened to consume her. I could just leave right now, they wouldn’t notice, would they? But I guess I can’t even stand straight, let alone run.

  Staring at the ground between her legs, she still was trying to sort her mind, noticing that there wasn’t anything suspicious dripping out of her.

  He hasn’t come? Am I missing something? Why is that important?

  A noise that was spoken in a familiar voice made all the ruckus, stop in an instant. Liala wasn’t sure if she had heard it right, but it sounded suspiciously like: “Mine!”

  She didn’t get a chance to turn around and look at him or the others, because before she knew it she was pushed into the dirt again, with her pelvis lifted and this time he plunged himself into her entirely with the first push pressing all the air out of her. In just a heartbeat her body was on fire again and she desperately tried to suck in air. This was what she had expected it to be like when he first entered her, hammering into her so forcefully and fast that his balls slapped against her clit so that her entire body felt as if it was touching a live current. From his groan and moans she could tell that his orgasm was building up quickly, but her body seemed either too worn or too surprised, to catch up to him. And just when her worried thought had formed itself in her head he came. She could feel it, deep inside her and it made her orgasm, too. This time, it felt as if it came from where he was filling her up, more and more, until she thought he would push himself out of her, but he didn’t.

  Instead his clawed hands toppled to her left and right shoulder and she could feel his furred chest against her back. He was catching his breath, staying inside of her, still twitching, making her flinch.

  Upset noises were coming to life all around them, as moments passed and he still didn’t move or pull out.

  He is trying to claim me, isn’t he?

  Is that how it works?

  By impregnating me?

  Liala didn’t feel quite comfortable with that thought. She didn’t want to be pregnant, even though her mom had been pregnant with her at this age.

  But I have plans, don’t I?

  Suddenly reality came crushing down on her with its entire weight. This wasn’t a dream. She just had been taken by a werewolf, a real eight-foot werewolf, a creature that shouldn’t exist; a creature whose pack had wounded her father severely, and killed four people.

  “No, no, no,” she started to stammer, trying to move away from him, but he was still inside of her.

  Her skin started to crawl and burn, her head hurt, badly, and her heart was racing so fast that she could hear her blood singing in her ears and the muscles in her body started cramping. An anxiety attack was c
oming and she didn’t have her meds. Even worse, she was too worn and too freaked out to calm herself down.

  Crap, crap, crap.

  The last time she had one without meds was the first time she could remember. It was shortly after her mother’s death, which the doctors believed to be the reason why she had them in the first place. She tried to distract herself with her memories of sitting with her father, listening to the explanation on how and when to take the pills. But her memories were a jumbled mess.

  Fright, flight or fight, what you are decides how you act.

  Your father and your little brother will need you.

  Be brave, Lia, be strong, be rational.

  Don’t be afraid. He won’t hurt you. He just wants to get to know you.

  I’m here. I’ve got you. I’m here. Close your eyes. It’s going to be fine.

  “Mom…” Liala whimpered.

  Tears gathered in her burning eyes, taking away the last bit of blurred vision she had left.

  She missed her terribly, wishing that she was with her right now, holding her tight, rocking her, telling her that everything was just a bad, bad dream.

  Liala wanted to cry, but she couldn’t.

  The pain in her chest was unbearable, as if someone was trying to crush her bones.

  Trying to gather what strength was left inside of her, she pressed her breath through her teeth.

  But the sound that broke from her lips didn’t fit. It was much too inhuman, but she ignored it was something her anxiety would make up, as if her mind began to panic and her body started to shake like a boneless doll that is shaken by an angry toddler.

  What followed was pain, excruciating pain, that made her cry aloud, but it sounded so much more like a howl in her ears. Her own voice seemed to be drowned out by snapping noises and it sounds so much like when they mauled Brenna to death.