“This dumb shit hasn’t heard the news,’ he said, then addressed Gedah again. “The prophecy has been fulfilled, there’s new management at the gathering, and they really don’t like werewolves. We could probably get paid a bounty for your fucking pelt. Welcome to the golden age! Now shove that tail between your legs and get going.”
Gedah was released and he rose to his feet warily, his eyes shifting from side to side as if suspecting a trick, then he ran, shifting to his wolf form as he did so, heading back towards the Roar bar. The tall biker turned to me and stepped in my direction.
I was so dumbfounded by everything I had just seen that I didn’t even realise my legs were parted, giving him full view of my uncovered slit. When he was right in front of me, I closed them with a slapping of my inner thighs that would have been almost comical under other circumstances.
“W-who are you?” I asked.
“My name is Leander, and I had a dream about you.”
He held out his hand to help me up and I took it, scared about the monster he contained inside but drawn to him nonetheless. When I regained my feet I was standing right in front of him, so close. A heady scent of leather, engine grease and animalistic lust radiated from him and I couldn’t help but take a deep breath that made me sway on my feet a little bit.
Perhaps thinking I was going to fall over, Leander swept me up in his arms and took me back to his bike. In the distance, back in the direction of Roar, I heard another bike and saw what must have been Gedah riding at top speed in the opposite direction.
Leander set me down on the seat, nearer the front rather than the back, and climbed on behind me, kicking the motorcycle into life. I yelped in surprised pleasure, with my legs splayed on either side, the vibrations of the engine hummed a strange kind of ecstasy straight on to my bare pussy.
For less than a minute I felt like I was riding down the road on a rocket powered pleasure toy, then we pulled into the same car park I had fled from so recently. I’d had about enough of this place though.
“Can’t you just take me home?” I asked.
“Soon enough, I need to claim you before you drive the rest of the pride crazy though.”
“Claim me?”
If Leander had any intentions to answer, the moment was cut off when the bouncer stepped out of the hole where the front door used to be, a slightly exasperated look on his face.
“I think we’re closed for the night, guys.”
“Then go home,” said Leander.
“Fuck it. They don’t pay me enough for this shit, go nuts.” The bouncer went to one of the last remaining bikes in the lot and rode off without looking back.
“Come on,” said Leander
I’d been guided up the steps and back into the bar before I thought to ask my question again. It was spooky in there, so quiet after how noisy it had been only fifteen minutes ago.
Some of Leander’s gang went behind the bar and started pouring beers, others got the sound system going again and in the few seconds it took me to gather my thoughts, the place was almost back to normal. That was, if you ignored the knocked-out old biker under the smashed hole in the bar.
“What do you mean ‘claim me’?” I asked again at the foot of the steps.
“We’re gonna fuck, then everybody else will know not to try anything with you.”
“What? No! I… I didn’t come here for that!”
“Yes you did. If you had the same dream I did, you came here because you need me as much as I need you.”
“I came here for answers.”
“You’ll find them up there.”
When it didn’t appear that I was ascending the stairs by myself, Leander swiftly picked me up and draped me over his shoulder. I beat my fists against his back, achieving precisely nothing as he calmly took me upstairs.
Roar seemed to have a few rooms available to patrons, but Leander didn’t seem interested in entering any of them. Slinging me forward off his shoulder, he forced himself between my legs as I was pressed against the wall, still held off the floor.
I tried to push back, but it was like pushing against a mountain, his muscles were as hard as bedrock, his will unbreakable. A distinct bulge pressed against my virginal sex through his jeans and his scent filled my head, clouding my thinking, clouding all my reasons for why this wasn’t what I wanted.
“Stop…” I whispered, hardly able to get the protest out around my need for him.
“Why?” he growled back.
He pulled away from the wall a couple inches, pulling me with him, then pushed until my back hit it with a thud, shaking a picture loose and sending it crashing to the floor. His bulge pushed against my opening even harder, smearing the front of his jeans with the undeniable evidence of my lust.
“I’m not like this…” I said.
“You are now.”
“I’m not like you…”
“Yes you are.”
“Stop!”
In an instant, his hand was around my throat, squeezing firmly but not cruelly, forcing me to look right into the deep pools of his eyes.
“Enough. Your old life is over. When you do as I say you’ll be treated like a queen in this pride, fight it and you’re right at the bottom. Do what you were born to do, Jayna,” he said.
With that, he pulled back and let me go. I taken by surprise, I crumpled down to a squatting position right in front of him and tried to get up, but he pushed me back down with one hand and tugged at his zip with the other. I was simultaneously enthralled and terrified when he pulled out his huge cock right in front of my face.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Hanging down but twitching, presumably in time with his heartbeat, the size of it was truly intimidating. There was no way that thing could ever fit inside me, mouth or otherwise. I was about to tell him so when…
Smack!
His hand rocketed across my cheek, sending my head turning to one side as I reached up to cover the burning fire that had erupted. I looked up at him, hurt, scared… and for some reason ashamed that I had displeased him.
“I’m not gonna ask again, Jayna. Learn your place, you do as I say now.”
I gulped, straightened my head, licked my lips and opened my mouth as he commanded. Leander gently stroked the cheek he had just struck and then fed the end of his cock into my mouth, the head coming to rest on my tongue.
“Good girl, Jayna,” he whispered.
I felt a blush rise on the cheek that wasn’t already red from his slap, and a tiny jolt of electricity seemed to tingle from my clit to my belly. It felt so good to make him happy… but everything I’d been told while growing up told me that what I was doing was bad.
“Close your lips on it…yeah… and flick your tongue across the bottom… mmmmm, yes.”
My lips and tongue seemed to obey his commands without my conscious intervention, and to my surprise I felt him hardening even further in my mouth. Every twitch seemed to make it grow until I had to open my mouth almost as wide as I could to avoid touching him with my teeth.
Leander slid his fingers through my sleek hair, pulling it back from my shoulders and revealing the small swells of my breasts pushing against my top. When he had bunched it into a single ponytail in the grip of one hand, he began slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth, pulling back until the bumpy ridge of his cock peeked out from my lips and then driving it in until I thought for sure it would hit the back of my throat.
I put my hands on his thighs, as if I had any chance of controlling what he was doing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of Leander’s gang come up the stairs with a girl before mumbling some apology and hurriedly disappearing again.
I turned a deeper shade of red, humiliated at being seen like this the first time I had laid eyes on what was between a man’s legs, let alone had it roughly shoved into my mouth. Leander didn’t seem to care at all and only picked up the force and pace of his thrusts until the inevitable happened, and he did hit the back of my throat.
Coughing and spluttering, I pushed as hard as I could against his thighs and found it approximately as effective as I had thought it would be. Leander maintained the rhythm of his rough face fucking and only gripped my hair harder, tugging painfully at the roots with every outward thrust of his cock.
Time and again that hard dick hit the back of my throat, making me gag, making me struggle to breathe. I was scared I might pass out, but with an iron-clad effort of willpower, I forced myself to accept it, even meeting his thrusts with a bobbing motion, as if daring him to fuck my mouth harder.
“Good girl…” he repeated, and I heard myself moan with base lust for him, a sound I was surprised to hear come from my own body.
Every thrust of his manhood into my mouth brought forth a wet squelching sound as the head impacted against the back of my throat, and Leander began to let forth little grunts of pleasure. The thought of pleasing him was driving me wild, my pussy was almost screaming for me to touch it, there was nothing I could do to stop myself.
Reaching up my skirt, I almost came the very instant the tips of my fingers touched my clit. I slid them down to the slick opening of my tight teen tunnel and pulled up again, spreading my natural lubricant over my most sensitive spot.
As I had done in my room earlier in the evening, I stroked my clit from side to side. Slowly at first, and pausing every now and then to pull more slippery nectar from my honey pot over it, I became lost in my own mind.
The feel of him, the scent of him, the flavour of him filled my world as he pounded away at my mouth, taking his pleasure from my body. I didn’t know if he was aware or cared how much it turned me on to be used by him, but it really didn’t matter. Like he said, I was his to do with as he pleased.
With one hand busily engaged between my legs, I squeezed my perky little breasts through the thin material, feeling my nipples poking through into my palms. My sensitive pink tips rubbed against the inside of my top and added to the electrical storm of bliss that was building inside me.
Leander released my hair and placed both hands on the wall as he continued to jack-hammer into my mouth, seemingly confident that I would no longer try to get away. He was right.
Without the guidance of his hand, his thrusts sometimes banged my head against the wall behind me, but it was just drywall and didn’t hurt much. I was too far gone to care, my finger was moving at a frenzied pace now, driving me towards ecstatic heights that I had been unable to achieve when alone.
A flush rose on my chest as I gasped in as much air as I could around Leander’s thick cock, I was close… so close…
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned as the release of my most powerful climax of the day washed over me, seeming to make my entire body vibrate with shivers of pleasure. I closed my eyes and let the sensations consume me, a small rivulet of pussy juices coating my hand as I lost my coordination and continued to rub frantically in the general area.
Leander pushed forward deeper than he ever had and I felt the head of his cock pop into my throat, which made my eyes fly open again. Shocked as I was, I couldn’t take my hands away from my breasts or pussy, the pleasure was too great to be ignored.
I stared up into his eyes, seeing the golden glow that had first teased me in my sleep the previous night. His lips were pulled back in a snarl of dominance watching as inch after inch of his long cock slipped down the throat of this virgin girl in front of him until my lips almost disappeared inside the open zip of his jeans.
With no air, my face went even redder and somehow it only intensified my pleasure. I held his gaze with tears of effort streaming from my eyes, doing exactly what he wanted. My master, my… Alpha. The word flittered through my mind and I knew it was right.
Leander reached down and pulled at my arm, raising the hand that had been between my legs until it was high enough for him to bring my fingertips to his mouth. He sucked each one of them in, slowly, seeming to savour the taste of me as much as I had appreciated the orgasm.
As he cleaned each of my fingers I swore I could feel his cock swell in my throat, and I knew he could feel my tightness all around him. I couldn’t take much more, a brown fog was creeping in at the periphery of my vision, but I had to do whatever he wanted… it was my duty, my destiny.
Leander looked at me again, his eyes more animal than human, and pulled me up by my hair, his cock sliding out of my mouth as I rose. I gasped for oxygen and the brown fog only intensified with the head-rush from rising so quickly.
With almost my entire weight supported by a fistful of hair, I felt like a ragdoll. This didn’t hold Leander back, seemingly strong enough to do whatever he wanted with me whether I was compliant, fighting him, or limp.
Scooping his arm around my ass, he lifted me in the air again and once more I found myself pressed against the wall with the powerful Alpha between my legs. The difference was that this time his cock was out of his pants, and rock hard.
As the fog cleared, I felt the shaft of that magnificent cock sliding along the length of my sex, grinding against my clit in an incredible way. I raised my head and looked into his eyes as he positioned the tip of his cock at my virgin entrance and let my own weight slowly force the giant shaft inside me.
I bit my lip until I thought it would draw blood and yelped when I felt my hymen give way to his masculine invasion. Another tear trickled out of the corner of my eye and I dropped my head to his shoulder seeing another member of his gang stride up the stairs with a female mate, only to swiftly descend again when he saw that there was no way to get to a room without disturbing his alpha.
The good girl in me, the one that I had grown up as and always been until I woke up this morning wanted to make me feel ashamed again, guilty, sinful… but I couldn’t touch those emotions at that moment, not with the effort of accommodating my master’s thick cock. Everything was as it should be, it was right that the claiming of my virginity was witnessed by somebody in Leander’s pride.
Down I slid until there was no more of my Alpha’s cock to take, he was as deep inside me as he could possibly go. It felt like the entire area between my legs was on fire with the effort of taking him, but Leander was in no mood to break me in gently, immediately beginning to fuck me as if I was a seasoned pro, instead of the virgin I really was.
Despite my squirming, despite my squeals, he fucked me against that wall until something was fundamentally different about that fire between my legs. It still hurt, but there was some hint that if I could only stoke that fire a little more, it would transform into something that would change my world, that would leave all the pleasure I had ever felt up to that point seeming like almost nothing at all.
With one particularly powerful thrust, I felt my ass get pounded through the drywall so I was half-sitting in the dent and still Leander fucked me as if it was our last day on Earth. The lion shifter tore my top off as easily as Romaeus had removed my panties and my soft chest pressed against his jacket, the leather rubbing on my nipples.
Grabbing my hair again with a powerful fist, he turned my face towards his. I winced at the pain and sucked air in through my teeth for a moment before he kissed me, deep and hard, forcing my mouth wide open.
So strong was the kiss that it was almost like he was sucking the very essence of my soul out of my body, mingling it with his and making us as one. I’d never imagined a kiss so powerful, so deep and meaningful in my entire life.
I was being taken in every way a virgin girl could be taken and I knew that everything was right in the world. Every thrust of his thickness in my tight slit stoked that fire just the way I needed it and it wasn’t long before I was on the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm.
“F-fuck me hard,” I begged.
Leander had told me I needed to do as he said, but on this one thing at least he followed my direction and somehow found the strength to pound my pussy like he was some kind of fucking machine. I couldn’t have held my climax back if my life depended on it.
As a humming wave of bliss spread out from my pussy to
the very tips of my fingers and toes I heard a deep rumbling come from Leander’s chest and his cock seemed to swell for a moment inside of me before splashing my most intimate depths with spurt after spurt of hot fluid. Images flashed through my mind, motorcycles being ridden down a long straight road, a safe place with his pride, a future of being fucked like this as often as I could handle.
Caught in the power of his own climax, Leander’s strokes in and out of me became slower but harder. Each thrust pounded me slightly deeper into the dent in the wall until we were both done, a pair of exhausted, panting, mates caught in a mutual afterglow.
“You are mine,” he repeated.
“Yes…”
*****
When I had asked Leander to take me home, he said ‘soon enough.’ I had meant the house of my father, the house where I grew up, but when we did leave Roar in the middle of the night, we rode to The Pride Motorcycle Club headquarters.
At first I was obviously apprehensive but, like Leander told me, as long as I did what he said, I was treated like a queen amongst his gang. It had been a long day, I didn’t have any energy to spare for thoughts of how I would deal with my father and say my goodbyes to my old life. I cuddled up to Leander, my alpha, and fell asleep with him in his private room.
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