by Sam Hall
There was still that kind of 'strange' feel to him. We'd certainly added a whole lot of stuff to our sexual repertoire since getting together, trying out lots of things just the two of us and with the other guys, but I knew him the least. It was comforting to lay my head on that big beautiful body, but it was also...intriguing. The prickle of interest I felt down my spine felt natural and organic, not thrust onto me by paranormal forces, so I slid my hand down his stomach.
The muscles immediately bunched, turning to cobblestones under my palm, then his hand slapped down on mine and stopped me from going any farther.
"Jules, it’s fine. You don't need to do that."
"Don't I?" I rose up on one shoulder. "What if I want to?"
"You've had a tough day and had to endure—"
"I know what I went through. Thanks for being considerate of that, really. There's plenty of blokes who would have just cornered me in here and started pushing their dick at me, whining about how long it'd been since I got them off. But you're not like that."
"I'd fucking hope not. My nana would kill me."
"I don't want to have sex. I'm definitely not relaxed enough, and if I ask the guys to help out there, this'll turn into some huge thing, and then I'll be woken by Kelly hammering on my door in the morning, covered in all of your cum."
"Fuck, Jules, don't talk like that."
"Why?" I walked my fingers down his abdomen. "Because you're aching?"
"You make me so fucking hard, you know that. Especially when I've been on roster." He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "I spend the week stroking my cock non-fucking-stop, thinking about you until my bunkmate made me take the bottom, sick of hearing the springs creak. But we'll get there. Even if it’s not until my next leave, or the one after that. Keeps my calluses well maintained."
He grinned and showed me those massive paws of his, and sure enough, there were calluses across the tops of his palms. Though, I was willing to bet he got them in a much more prosaic way.
"What would you be doing right now if you'd been sent down to barracks?"
"Now?" He glanced at his watch. “It'd be lights out, so I guess I'd be starting to take care of the hard-on I'd been sporting all day."
"Yeah? And how would that start? Gentle or rough?"
His eyes sparkled in the gloom of the bedroom, the only light the diffused moonbeams coming in through the curtains.
"How would I...? Well, it depends. If everyone's out to it and I've got the energy, I like to start out slow, make the whole thing last a bit."
"Like this?"
I sat up beside him, dislodging the blankets, and then reached over and gripped his cock lightly.
"Fuck..." he said, fingers digging into the sheets.
"Like this, Aaron?"
I let my fingers brush against him as I rubbed my hand up and down, only just tight enough to register. As if I was holding the most fragile thing. His feet shifted on the bed, knees pulling up as he groaned.
"Yeah, just like that."
"And then what?"
"Mmm?" Aaron's reply was strangled, his hips moving in small little thrusts along with my hand.
"And then what would happen?"
"And then..." I slowed my stroke, loosening my grip until he could probably hardly feel it.
"And then I'd probably start focussing on the head. That spot right under it." I tightened my fingers and then pushed my thumb down lightly on the spot before working it up and down. "Yeah, that's it, Jules. Just like that. God, love, that feels so fucking good."
I swallowed down a cruel smile when I pulled away and watched him collapse on the bed, panting, his dick twitching for more, before I rolled over to the bedside table. Ever the sexual pragmatists, the people of Sanctuary; there was lube and a few other intriguing items in there. I fished a couple out and then rolled back to him.
"Get on your hands and knees, soldier."
He shot me a quizzical look, but a hard dick was obviously a suitable incentive for him to do as I wanted without questioning. Something settled inside me as I saw him do as I asked. This was all for fun, and I'd never make him do anything he didn't want, but seeing him follow my orders helped replace some of the sense of agency I felt I'd lost today.
He looked beautiful like this. His muscles taut and quivering under my hand as I rubbed his back and glutes, not a scrap of fat on him.
"Spread your legs," I said, slapping my hand down on his butt when he hesitated. He jumped, but I saw the spasmodic twitch of his cock. Was he into that? Did he want me to smack his arse until it was red? I sat back on my heels, undoing the lid of the lube and meditating on his splendid form. I'd read plenty of BDSM mummy porn over the years, but never in a million years thought I'd be in a position to indulge with someone like Aaron. I rubbed my hand over the spot I'd slapped. A conversation for another time, I thought, and then poured some lube on my palm.
His groan was long and low when my slick hand grabbed his cock. I worked it in slow corkscrewing motions that had all the muscles in his legs and back popping with the effort of holding still. His breath came in short pants when he let it come. Then I shuffled closer and brushed my other lube-soaked fingers over his arse.
“How about this? Would you do this?”
"Jules..." he pleaded, and I knew what for.
He gasped, going very still except for the twitch of his cock. I circled that sensitive bunch of muscles in smaller and smaller circles, waiting until I felt it all relax before pushing the tip of a finger in.
The sounds he made were something I'd never heard from him—part surprise, part joy, part sensual surrender. They got louder as I ventured in deeper.
Brandon and I had chatted about it, one post-coital moment a while ago. He and Aaron got it on rarely, but I admit, it fascinated me. Particularly when they had hands free orgasms with startling regularity. Was it just the sensation of a dick in the arse that made it so hot, they blew spontaneously?
"The prostate, Jules. You master that, and any guy will fall at your feet. The most mind-blowing, eye crossingly, 'come like a feckless teen' type of orgasm a man can have. You girls can keep on going, but we can have super O's, if you know how to manipulate it right."
He'd talked me through the process with a twinkle in his eye, the two of us too tired to do much about it at the time, but I had been curious. I thrust my finger in and out in time with my strokes of Aaron’s dick, pulling back as his grunts got louder and louder. I pushed another slick fingertip against the tight ring of muscle, listening to his babbled pleas before pushing in.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he yelped.
"Are you OK?"
"Good, so good. Yes, Jules, like that."
I tightened my hand on his swollen length, which just pulled more languorous cries from him, the lube stopping my palm from grabbing at his skin and providing a tight sleeve around his dick. Then I moved my fingers inside him, attentive to what Brandon had told me.
"A tight bundle of nerves. There's no way you won't know when you hit it. Seriously, if the guy you're with doesn't start praying to whatever deity he follows and seeing the gods themselves, there's something wrong."
"That good? Is that why you like being on the receiving end of anal?"
"I like being on the receiving end sometimes, with someone who actually knows what they're doing. Some like being just used as a cock sleeve, but not me. If you're going to split me open, make me see stars or I'm out." He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Something you could do if you have a mind to."
"That a suggestion or an order, Doc?"
He rolled over until he loomed over me on his hands and knees. "Whichever one you want it to be, sweetheart."
Bingo, I felt something swollen under my fingertips. He yelped when I brushed over it, then cried out as I curled my fingers and stroked. I smirked as Aaron went completely offline. He made noises more like an animal, unable to form any sort of words anymore. I glanced at the door, worried everyone would come stampeding in. He was letting loose, an
d it was kinda beautiful to see as he just gave himself totally up to pleasure. His hips jerked spasmodically now, and then his cock began to drool.
"It's an entirely different process than coming," Brandon said, a little shiver going down his spine. "It sounds gross, but your cock leaks cum. It oozes out as you just build and build and build to the most insane orgasm. It's like the cum is sucked out of your balls."
Aaron was rigid within my grip, the veins along his length clearly picked out, rubbing against my palm as I sped up. We were racing now, the wet patch on the bed growing and growing. I pressed down harder on the swollen gland inside him, making sure my fingers circled the whole thing.
"Jules...coming."
His entire body shook as the cum jetted out of him, spraying all across the bed. He flinched when I pulled my fingers out—which worried me a little—but he jerked away and threw me down on the bed, covering me with his body. His mouth smashed against mine, his tongue forced between my lips, his hands tangling in my hair. He drew back slightly and said, "That's was fucking intense."
"I wanted to make you feel good."
"It did. I felt like my nuts were exploding. God, Jules, you can do that any time you like."
I looked over at the sex toys I'd pulled out of the drawer.
"Had some ideas, did you?" He picked one up and took a look. "Don't put these in anyone's butt. No flared base, and they're likely to go missing." He twisted the base and smiled when we heard the low rumble. "Perfect for you, though. You don't smell scared anymore."
"I'm not."
He smiled as he worked his way down my body.
19
"Finally."
The metal gate clanged shut behind me. I spun around to see the black wolf lounging against the wall, thankfully provided with pants now. He watched me quickly scan his body with a grin.
"I was starting to think I needed to induce a community wide orgy to get you here," he said. "You know, all 120 Days of Sodom."
"You’ve read the Marquis de Sade?" I said, my eyebrows shooting up.
"I'm impressed you know. I'm Sylvan, by the way." He tried to put one hand through the bars for me to shake, but he jerked it back when the barrier started to spark. He wiped it on his leg, instead. "Our relationship has developed in quite the topsy turvy fashion. Bonding first, then learning each other's names."
"I haven't given you mine."
"That's right, Julie, you haven't."
"Bonded?" We all turned to see Kelly, Ophelia, and Nancy at the gate. It was unlocked, and they were ushered in. Their eyes went from me to Sylvan.
"Why yes? What did you think my little attack was about? I was on my own, not leading a vanguard. I had to bide my time, waiting for just the right moment to make the little woman mine."
He said the words with a carnivorous smile, his fingers wrapped around the bars, ignoring the fact the metal was beginning to spark. The tiny flutter of his eyelids made me wonder if he liked the pain. I frowned, taking an involuntary step back. Bonded? My hand went to my neck, the women's eyes following it, which brought them near. A quick inspection both confirmed his assertion and ratcheted the tension in the room higher.
"Black wolves don't bond," Kelly said, shaking her head, her voice beginning to rise.
"We kept him locked up here in case of this eventuality," Ophelia said. "This is not unexpected."
"You say you laid in wait for this girl, wanting to bond her," Nancy said, drawing nearer, the deep purple of her dress trailing over the floor. "Why?"
"Because together she and I are going to save this place from imminent destruction."
Silence fell over the room like a thick blanket. I stared at the man in the cage, part of my pack, apparently. Or was I part of his? He was beautiful, as they all were. Even the black wolves seemed to possess this peacock gene that made them look like supermodels. But he was an alien presence here, moving restively in his cage now, as the three Council members communed via Vulcan mind meld or something. I wanted out of here. I wanted out, the scar gone, our connection broken. I wanted to be free of his influence.
Not going to happen, my dear, Sylvan said as he shot me a look. And you'd do well to listen to me, if you want to keep those pretty men of yours safe.
"You're raving," Kelly said. "The black wolves haven't made a serious attempt to break through the gate in centuries. The gold we harvest isn't useful to them, and I scarcely think you'd try to force yourself in here to steal televisions and microwaves."
"Which begs the question—why? If what I say is true, why would my people be coming?"
When Sylvan's eyes slid over to the council women, mine followed. They were curiously calm. Ophelia cleared her throat, and said, "They come for what we have, and they lack. Men."
Sylvan's grin spread wider.
"It has always been the way, it appears. As a warrior culture, we've produced a distressing surplus of women since the time of the curse."
"Curse!" Nancy spluttered. "Of course, one of you would see the fact that our forebears survived and took Tirian form as a curse. It was a blessing!"
"For you. For my people, it heralded a great change. The history books say we didn't take women as mates, kept none in our camps or settlements. We roamed the land, taking what we needed, killing the men and children, raping the women, and then leaving once we knew they swelled with child. When they gave birth, they always produced sons. Sons that grew up to be Tirian, taking nothing from their mothers except for perhaps colouring. The sons returned to us on instinct, and we trained them to be the next legion of warriors."
He scraped his hair back from his face.
"And so the cycle repeated. Over and over, until you."
"The goddess transformed us, made us a symbol of strength,” Nancy snapped. “We rose from the ashes—"
"Yes, yes, I know. I've read your histories too. But the problem is, you have what we need. Male births have been declining for years. We solved this problem by assigning the many women we now produce in groups to the men, giving each one an embarrassment of riches to slake his lust upon. All in the hope of producing more sons, more warriors, only for them to be few and far between. You've kept my people placated somewhat, by sending through your males who refuse to kowtow to your matriarchal rule. But this was a blessing and a curse."
His blue eyes slowly moved around the room, taking in each and every one of us.
"Mine are a primitive people, preferring the arts of war to those of learning, but even those lunkheads couldn't help but see the differences in your beasts when you shift. The white, the grey, they brought something to the gene pool, something that turned the rising female child tide a little. Your men, when put to the women, produce exponentially more sons. They don't want your gold or your technology or your learning, they want your men."
"And what is your role in this? Why would you fight your way past our men to get through the gate and bite an untried girl?" Kelly said.
"Could we send them more men?" Nancy said, stroking her chin. "Perhaps we could instigate a swap. It would keep the peace on both of our ends."
Ophelia just stood there, arms crossed, eyes boring into the black wolf's. He snorted and then began to pace, tugging his hair back into a ponytail, his fingers scraping against his skull.
"Always so fucking short sighted," he muttered. He turned back to the bars, slamming his hands down on them, causing the men around us to jerk up their weapons. The electrical charge started to build as he stayed in contact with the steel, his hair beginning to lift in response, but he remained unmoved. "You don't understand. They won't be appeased. They have always thought that this was an act of aggression by your goddess, that she struck out against us for our 'crimes'. That the declining numbers of our warriors, that we drown in female children, was a deliberate ploy to reduce our effectiveness, to weaken and soften us. You could send half of the men here to them, and they would not be satisfied. Those men you send, by the way, would be caged and moved from one group of women in heat to
the next, fucking and fucking until their dicks are raw. They don't want breeders, they want to eradicate every damn hint of your existence. Your goddess can't use you as the mechanism with which to punish us, if none of you exists. They are gathering a force—mercenaries mostly—and are going to fight their way through your meagre little gate and massacre every single woman and child here. The men will be fucked until they're dead, and then the male children our women bear will be brought up in the proper manner. The Volken, my people, will rise again as a bloody and violent force, and no one will be able to stop them."
"And why did you bring this information to us? Surely anyone within your host would see it as an unforgivable sin to warn us of this attack?"
"Because I am their seer, and I know what's going to happen. They won't fucking listen to me, so I hope against hope that you will. I bit Julie because there was no other way for me to get into your community without a bullet to the head. You respect mate bonds in ways we don't. Let me out of here, let me take my place by my mate's side, and let me help you avert this threat."
Kelly crossed her arms across her chest and stared at Sylvan.
"Goddess, seers, visions. This is just a mystical load of bullshit."
She looked around when her pronunciation got no response from anyone else, her brows creasing when the two matriarchs stayed as they were, regarding the interloper. "Mum?"
"You haven't been made privy to this information," Nancy said. "You're not old enough, and we thought it would harm your performance as alpha."
"What? What the hell are you going on about?"
She demanded answers from the older woman, but Nancy's eyes went only for Ophelia.
"You've done your best, as we always knew you would," Ophelia said, her voice much gentler. "We needed someone to bring the pack into the 21st century, adapt to the outsiders returning, and you have done well in this."