by Loki Renard
He moves around behind me and I feel something warm and soft against my pussy lips. It is Maverick, chief of the tribe, and he is licking my sex. It feels incredible, gentle and arousing and as the brew begins to sink into my bones, and my mind begins to fly, all sensations are muted and simultaneously heightened. I feel desire spiraling up my spine like a serpent, reaching into all the different parts of my body.
“Open your mouth,” Ice orders.
I half expect him to slide his cock inside me, but instead it is a thick piece of leather that is slid between my teeth.
“Bite down on it,” Ice says. “It will help.”
Just how much will these marks hurt? I quiver with the anticipation, my clit tingling as Maverick’s tongue laps around it and then traces up the seam of my lower lips. I am totally vulnerable, utterly exposed. My once clear skin is about to be covered with the marks of the tribe. Ice will impose himself on me indelibly for all time. That thought makes my inner walls clench with desire. I want this so badly. I want this final, undeniable proof that I am theirs and they are mine.
The sharp tip of a chisel is placed against my right shoulder blade. Tap.
I feel a little sting, like that of a bee, and then another, and another.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. This is the sound that will follow me through many hours to come.
Between the brew and Maverick, I can’t focus on it as pain. My teeth sink into the leather as Maverick’s cock spreads my pussy. The brew has made me braver and taken away the sharpness of the sensation. I feel pleasure and pinching as Maverick fucks me long and slow, careful not to jolt me in a way that will disturb the marks.
“Beautiful,” Stryker murmurs as Maverick’s cock slides in and out of my soft, willing pussy. I can feel each of them around me, each one of their unique spirits with me on this journey.
Maverick takes me first, because he leads us in all things. He sets the pace and the tone, he owns me to my very core. He was not the first to ever be with me, but he is the first among my savages. I feel his hands on my hips, locking me in place so he can stroke harder and faster.
At first Ice works while I am taken, but the tapping stops as the chief begins to grunt and growl above me. My breasts are pushed into the furs as Maverick ravages my hole. My upper back burns with firewater as Ice passes a solution over my skin and I cry out in pleasure pain. Ice brings torment, but there is always a point to the suffering I endure with him.
Maverick is pounding between my spread thighs, urging himself to a climax that will once more seed my pussy. My arms contract, tugging at the ropes as my body attempts to respond, but I am held firm. I must take the marks, and I must take this fucking too.
“Good girl,” Ice murmurs, brushing my hair away from my face. He cradles my cheek in his hand and gives me his thumb to suckle on as Maverick roars in orgasm and fills my cunt to the brim with hot savage cum.
I keep my eyes on Ice as the next savage takes his place behind me. It is Hans, the loving, sweet man who broke my virginal walls down and made me ready for my men to take and to fuck. His thick cock plows through the creamy cum and plunges deep inside me, all the way to my womb.
“Such a good little bunny,” Ice murmurs, keeping me focused on him, my lips and tongue desperately suckling at his finger as Hans seats his cock deep inside me and keeps it there.
A soft whimper escapes me as Ice returns to giving me the marks, depriving my mouth of his comforting digit as the sting reignites against my skin. Unlike Maverick, Hans doesn’t fuck me, he just holds me on his cock, my soaked pussy stretched nice and wide around his hot throbbing dick.
Occasionally, he gives me a gentle thrust or two, but for the most part, I am simply kept filled. The brew makes me lose track of time as my hips roll in small motions back against the thick rod.
“You’ve come a long way, little rabbit,” Maverick praises. “From taking the marks on your ass, to receiving them on your back.”
I let out a little giggle, my pussy clenching, making Hans groan.
“I have to fuck her,” he rumbles.
Ice moves the tools away and a moment later, Hans unleashes an hour of potent desire on my poor pussy. He grabs my ass and fucks me as hard as I’ve ever been fucked, rough strokes forcing Maverick’s cum to foam inside me as he gives me a second potent dose with a roar of masculine release.
My pussy is aching as Hans slides out, and I feel the twinge of protest of my inner walls as Stryker follows immediately after him.
“I know,” he murmurs softly. “It hurts to take the marks and our cocks, but you must take both, little bunny.” He strokes my hair gently, and starts to fuck me again, not as I want to be fucked, but as I need to be fucked.
Ice’s markings are still being tapped one sting at a time into my skin, and between the two sensations, I start to whimper and whine a little. These savages will fuck me raw.
“Does it hurt?” Ice stops and asks me.
“Yes,” I squeak softly.
“Good. Bear the pain, little one, breathe through it. Stryker, fuck her harder.”
At Ice’s bidding, Stryker gives my sore little pussy a hard thrust. I yowl and moan at the same time.
“There is pain in this life. Pain that must be borne,” Ices lectures as Stryker ravages me, my pussy gripping his cock with every punishing thrust that stretches my already well fucked cunt a little wider than before.
Stryker knows more than anyone what it is to leave the city and become savage. His rod punishes me because this is what I need. I need a sore little pussy. I need a cum-soaked cunt. I need to know that discomfort is not death.
He pulls his cock free from my hole and slaps it against my swollen pussy lips. I gasp and yowl when he roughly shoves it back inside me, and then out again, thrust, slap, thrust, slap. And all the while the sharp tools bite against my skin until I want to cry with the pleasure, and come from the pain.
In the end, Ice must pull back, because the tremors of my orgasm are too persistent. Stryker fucks me roughly through one, two, three climaxes, his cock demanding that my cum-soaked hole service him no matter what.
Finally, I collapse against the furs, spent and sobbing. My pussy is nearly as sore as my back, but it feels so good. It feels right. And it has broken my sensation of pain, left me floating on an orgasmic cloud.
The tattoos take hours. The sun rises and falls and rises again. I lie in a contented state of semi-consciousness, pleasured throughout it all, only stopping for brief breaks to relieve myself, wipe the semen from my body and then return to the bindings.
I am not the girl I was in the city. I am a woman of the wilds, mate to the savages.
Somewhere in the midst of the mating, I sense the moment life sparks deep in my belly. There is a ripple that plays through every part of me, a glow deep in my belly. I know I should not be able to sense this, but the brew has changed the way I see the world. Surface flesh is irrelevant. All is energy. There is something inside me, a reaction that has been initiated and will roll on through the night and the day and then the day after that and then burst forth into the world and a long time from now, my son will stand here and look upon these wilds and know that they are his. He will be linked through me and through the spirit that brought me here.
Ice’s tales are more real than any concrete building. I understand that the city truly is a town of ghosts, because not one person there can see as I do. They are locked to their screens, living in worlds of limited imagination. They do not know what they are, even for themselves. They do not know that even inside the city, they are part of all that is. There are no walls to reality. When one bird takes flight, we all do.
I orgasm through these revelations, rough thrusts plundering my sensitive holes when Ice takes a break from the delicate work of the marks. I do not know who is inside me. It could be Maverick, Ice, Hans, or Stryker. They are all one thing to me. One perfect masculine entity with four phalluses and eight arms who holds me and uses me and fills me, who has thrust life inside m
e and made me the vessel for so many generations to come.
I can feel myself, not as an individual, but as part of a line of life that flows all the way back into the very genesis of time, and all the way forward into a future unknown. I am not a single person. I am a part of a lineage that is greater than myself alone.
Do they know what is happening? Can they feel it too? Or am I the only one who knows that deep inside my body, there is a little life unfolding, fluttering with division after division, building itself according to a template old as time. Perhaps I am delusional, but it feels real to me. It is my secret. A woman’s knowledge. They will know soon enough if it is real, as will I.
I came to the woods to find my father. I didn’t find him. I found more than him. I found the family I have been yearning for all my life. And I found the animals of my spirit, the timid rabbit and the powerful bear. Both will live in harmony on my skin for as long as I do, carved into my skin by the careful artistry of the one man I know will never, ever let me get away with a single thing.
Finally, Ice passes a warm cloth over my back and sets his tools aside. The others are in various stages of exhaustion around us, but he is wide awake, as am I.
“Is it done?”
“It is done.”
He drops a kiss on my forehead and draws me up from the bed. For the first time, he shows me the marks in a piece of polished glass. They cover my shoulders and run all the way to my waist. The skin is red where the ink is sinking in, but I see the bear rising rampant above the small figure of the rabbit. I see my weakness, and I see my strength. Around them are four wolves facing the four directions of the wind.
I have my pack, my protectors, and inside me, new life grows. Our future cannot be certain, but I know that I will be loved by them as long as I live. These marks are testament to the bonds that were forged in battle and lust, in pain and in sacrifice. These are men I would die for, and these are the men I will bring new life forth for.
They gather about me, caressing me, praising me, kissing me, their hands roaming my soft curves. Separately, we are a madman with no fear of pain, a cruel dominant sadist, a city runaway, a mere hunter, and a lost little girl. Together, we command the spirits of bears, overthrow corrupt chiefs, and we will create a lineage and legacy unlike any the wilds have ever seen.
The End
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