8 Panty-Melting Werewolves & BBW Witches Collection (Pagan Holidays)

by Liv Brywood

  “Mmmmaaaa…”

  A trickle of sweat slid down her back. The woman’s arms rose to channel the energy into Delia. Although she had attended the ceremony the previous year, she had no idea how terrifying it would be to be the chosen priestess.

  The energy slammed into her. Heat rushed up from her feet to blast through her chakras. Swirling bands of red, orange and yellow formed a tornado around her. Vibrations wracked her body. The women’s cries reached a feverish pitch.

  Morgana took her hand and led her up the long path past the flickering candles and chanting priestesses. When they reached the top of the damp boardwalk, Morgana stopped.

  Her voice boomed. “Behold, the entrance to the underworld.”

  Dragon’s Mouth Spring hissed and spit boiling water into the pool surrounding it. Sulfurous steam curled up as an offering to the inky-black night. The constant roar of gas, steam and water infused the geologic feature with dark magic.

  Delia gasped as an ethereal maiden cloaked in a white, gossamer gown emerged from the forest. She recognized Kore, Maiden Goddess of the underworld.

  As the Goddess strode toward Delia, she took a step back. She wanted to turn and run, but the power of the coven’s chant kept her firmly rooted in place.

  Kore floated toward her, a look of concern flared in her eyes. “Has she been prepared?”

  Morgana responded. “As a maiden. As instructed.”

  “And she’s a virgin?”

  “Yes.”

  Kore nodded. “Good. Amarok will be pleased.”

  The Goddess’s hypnotic blue eyes turned toward her. Locked in an unbreakable gaze, Delia could only wait as the Goddess moved to claim her body.

  As the two became one, Kore’s power flowed into Delia. The Goddess’ magic would keep her safe until she returned. At least, it was supposed to. But the novice priestesses told tales of a witch who hadn’t returned from the underworld. She was supposedly trapped and unable to return to this world.

  Delia steeled her spine. She could stand up to any God, regardless of his power. As long as she was imbued with Kore’s magic, she’d survive.

  She turned toward the cave-like entrance to the spring. The pool of water boiled. Without the Goddess’ protection, Delia would be burned alive if she touched it.

  She took a deep breath and climbed over the rail along the boardwalk. As her bare feet touched the water, she held back a scream. Instead of scalding her, the water warmed the goosebumps on her legs.

  She waded toward the mouth of the cave. When she reached the opening, she took one last look at her coven sisters. She wouldn’t see them for six months. She’d have to endure whatever the Wolf God had planned and she wouldn’t be able to escape.

  A puff of steam and splash of water drew her attention back to the opening to the underworld. No one knew what happened down there. The priestesses who’d returned never spoke of their time with the Wolf God. Rumors and speculation flowed through the coven, but specific details had never been confirmed.

  She took one last look at the night sky. Stars twinkled messages of warning, but she had no choice but to continue. The world depended on her to appease the Wolf God. If she couldn’t win his affection, the entire Yellowstone super-volcano would erupt. The single, terrible act of nature would destroy humanity.

  As she waded into the darkness, the chants and songs sung by her coven faded. The cave opened into an underground river. It wound around huge stalagmites and curved into a dark void. The hungry lap of water against the narrow shore beat in time with her heart.

  Although she squinted, she couldn’t see deeper into the cavern. She inched forward. The gossamer dress clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. Liquid heat coiled around her thighs. The river suddenly reversed direction. A tide surged behind her and swept her off her feet. She yelped and fought for purchase, but failed.

  As the raging water carried her into the subterranean world, she struggled to retain some semblance of control. But it was no use. She couldn’t break free from the river’s wet embrace. When she realized she was completely helpless, she stopped struggling. The river relaxed its grip slightly, but still carried her.

  The roof of the cave gradually opened until it stood three stories tall. Up ahead, a candle fought the encroaching shadows. The soft notes of a harp drifted over the gurgling water. The scent of rain-drenched earth battled the ever-present sulfur.

  As the river curved around a bend, she gasped. The stone wall had been cut into a throne. A semi-circle of torches surrounded it. Wolves of all shapes and sizes lined the riverbank. Some bared their ferocious teeth, while others simply stared.

  The river stopped its forward motion. She eyed the shore. No way in hell was she going to step onto it without some assurance that the wolves wouldn’t eat her alive. The witches hadn’t mentioned a pack of wolves, not even in the rumors.

  She waded to the shore but stayed in the water. The wolves stilled. Some turned to look behind them. She stood on tiptoes, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever they’d spotted. Then, she saw him, the Wolf God.

  Silver-tipped fur rippled along the Wolf God’s back as he approached. In a few powerful strides, he stood at the edge of the river. She’d never seen a wolf this big in her entire life, and she’d seen plenty of werewolves. Standing five feet tall, his paws were the size of her head. Long claws poked out from his toes. His teeth glistened in the low light.

  She wanted to scream, but she’d been instructed to stay calm. If she showed any fear, he’d tear her apart. She couldn’t force her body to stop trembling as his gaze ran up and down the length of her. At five feet, six inches, she stood eye level with the wolf. Sparks of green light shimmered in his eyes.

  She licked her lips to moisten them. In the strongest voice she could muster she said, “I am Kore, Maiden Goddess of the fertile fields. I’ve come as an offering to the Wolf God.”

  The wolf’s bones snapped and twisted in a grotesque display of transformation. The fur on the wolf’s body receded as his paws morphed into arms and legs. The elongated snout shifted into a strong, Roman nose. Long black hair hung against his broad shoulders. The ripple of muscle along his arms, chest and abs made her dizzy with unwelcome desire.

  As her gaze dropped to his long, thick cock, she sucked in a breath. “Oh, God.”

  “You will address me as Amarok, God of the Underworld and Father to the Black Wolves.” His voice echoed throughout along the enormous cavern.

  She didn’t know if she was supposed to bow or kneel. Before she could decide, two other wolves shifted and approached her.

  Amarok addressed them. “Take her to my chamber and prepare her.”

  “Prepare me for what?” The question exploded from her lips before she had time to stop it.

  The Wolf God narrowed his eyes. “You will speak only when spoken to.”

  She bristled. She’d mentally prepared herself to spend six months underground. But she hadn’t prepared herself to be treated like a slave. “If you expect me to stay here, you need to treat me with some respect.”

  The earth quaked as his laughter shook the room. “A spirited witch. I like her already. Take her.”

  Two naked men advanced. Before they could put their hands on her, she lifted her chin. “Show me the way.”

  The older of the two men arched a brow. “As you wish.”

  Hum, maybe she did have some power here. Not much, but it was something.

  As she followed the wolf with short brown hair, she noticed his tight ass. God, were all the men here hot and hung? Maybe she’d like spending the winter down here after all.

  The wolves led her through a series of stone passageways. At the end of the final passage, they approached a tall, wooden door. She wondered how they’d constructed all of this. But then again, they had been down here since the dawn of time.

  Without warning, the younger wolf with shaggy blond hair grabbed her upper arm. Before she could protest, the older wolf seized her other arm.

  “
What the hell are you doing?”

  “Preparing you.”

  “For what?”

  The younger wolf snickered. “They didn’t tell you?”

  “About?”

  “About your initiation into Amarok’s bed.”

  She stilled. “Right now? But I just got here. I thought—”

  “Silence!”

  Her eyes went wide as she spotted what they were dragging her toward. A giant “X” made of logs had been bolted to the wall. Leather straps hung from the tops and bottoms. They didn’t intend to lash her to it, did they?

  In response to her unspoken question, they pushed her back against the logs. The young wolf quickly wrapped the straps around her ankles while the older wolf bound her hands.

  Spread wide, she struggled. “I’m not ready yet.”

  A knowing smile passed between the men, but the older one spoke. “Don’t worry. By the time he enters you, you’ll be begging him to do it.”

  “Oh God,” she whispered. What did they mean?

  The men left her alone in the room. She took in the massive chamber. Four stone walls lined the cavern. Every few feet, ancient wooden torches hung on the walls. Across the room sat a huge bed covered with a thick, black blanket. She eyed it warily. The Wolf God would take her to his bed eventually. But would she truly be ready? Or would he force her to do unspeakable things?

  Before she could wallow in the rising panic, the door swung open. A huge dark shape loomed just beyond the threshold. As the Wolf God stepped into the room, the trembling she’d fought to keep at bay returned with a vengeance.

  His muscles rippled as he stalked toward her. “Are you comfortable? Are the bonds too tight?”

  She huffed. “Am I comfortable? This is one hell of a way to greet the woman you’re going to hold captive for the next six months.”

  He stopped mid-stride. “Captive? You can leave at any time.”

  “But then you’ll wreak havoc on the world.”

  He rubbed the devilish beard on his chin. “Probably. But I assure you, my intent isn’t to ravish you.”

  He closed the distance between them. As he held his hand up to her cheek, she froze. His gentle caress held the pressure of a feather. “I promise to treat you well, as long as you don’t try to escape.”

  The peppermint scent on his breath surprised her. She’d expected to be repulsed by him, but she wasn’t. Instead, his relaxed countenance intrigued her. What kind of man was he? No, not a man. He was God of the underworld and she’d best remember that. She could let him think he’d charmed her, but she’d steel her heart against him. No matter what he did, she’d leave the second the six months was up.

  “I’m not going anywhere. Not that I could anyway.” She frowned. “You can untie me now that I’ve promised not to leave.”

  He chuckled. “It’s for your own good.”

  “I don’t see how.”

  “You will.”

  He trailed his fingers across her collar bone then down the outer curve of her breast. Her lips parted as sparks of desire trembled along the flesh he so gently caressed. How could that be? Was she under some kind of spell?

  A knock at the door drew the Wolf God’s attention. “Enter.”

  A young woman hurried into the room. She held a crystal decanter of blood-red liquid and two champagne flutes. She bowed when she reached him. “My lord.”

  He turned to Delia. “Are you thirsty?”

  Parched, but she eyed the drink warily. “What is it?”

  “Pomegranate wine.”

  “Anything else?”

  “No, just wine.”

  “All right, I’ll have some.” She waited for him to release the ties around her wrists, but he didn’t.

  Instead, he took the glass from the woman. “Thank you, Monique. That will be all.”

  The servant slipped out and closed the door behind her.

  He help the glass to her lips. “Drink.”

  She tongued the drink, testing to see if she could detect anything poisonous. The tart taste of the fruity wine played across her tongue. If there was anything else in it, she couldn’t tell.

  He tipped the glass back slightly, just enough for her to take another sip. The liquid drew a line of warmth from her mouth to her belly before sinking lower. Heat radiated up from her core. Her muscles relaxed in incremental progression. Her head rested against the wood for the first time since she’d been trussed up.

  Her tongue grew thick. As she spoke, her words slurred. “What did you put in it?”

  He grinned then took a huge swig of the drink. “Just a little something to relax you. It’s not every day that you end up in the underworld tied to a wall with a God at your feet.”

  She didn’t want to laugh, but she couldn’t help it. Peals of laughter rolled out of her throat. Whatever he’d put in the drink was making her giddy.

  He set the glasses on a small wooden table. “How are you feeling?”

  “Warm.”

  “And?”

  A tingling sensation between her thighs drew her attention. Damp heat coiled along her pussy lips. He stepped closer. He fisted his hand and grazed the insides of her thighs with his knuckles. She moaned. Oh God, what was he doing to her?

  “Wait,” she whispered in half-hearted protest.

  Her gaze locked with his. Sparkles of green light glittered in his irises. “You’re so beautiful, and so innocent. I’m glad they sent you.”

  He unbuttoned the front of her gossamer dress. As he pushed the fabric away from her breasts, her breath faltered. The rise and fall of her chest transfixed the God for a moment. His fingers grazed the taut peaks, coaxing them into hard little pebbles of need.

  The sensation of falling made her stomach lurch. Every touch of his sensual hands shredded another thread of control. But she hadn’t completely relented until his mouth captured her lips.

  Warm. Wet. Demanding. His tongue licked along her bottom lip. She stopped breathing for a second as pure, unadulterated lust rocketed straight to her pussy. He’d barely touched her and she was already half-wild with erotic hunger. She’d kissed the occasional man, but she’d never given herself to anyone like this.

  She moaned as he parted her lips with his tongue. His leisurely exploration of her mouth ratcheted up the tension in her thighs. Whatever relaxation benefit she’d gotten from the wine had been brief.

  She kissed him back with fervor. Their tongues danced around each other until they melted together. She strained to get closer to him, but the bonds held her tightly.

  “Release me, I need to touch you,” she begged.

  He closed his hand over one breast and gently squeezed. “Not yet.”

  “Why?”

  “I want you desperate and ready to do anything I ask.”

  “I am. I will.”

  His fingers walked down from her breast to her belly. When he reached the thin thatch of hair above her sex, he stopped. “I want you dripping.”

  She shivered. His filthy mouth descended to capture her nipple. His sucking, rolling, swirling tongue was too much, too intense.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Call me Amarok,” he murmured against her breast.

  “Please…” In the back of her mind, she couldn’t believe she’d been reduced to begging so quickly, but her untouched body thrilled to his touch. She never imagined such intense pleasure could exist.

  As his mouth drifted lower, his tongue encircled her bellybutton. But she didn’t whimper until his lips grazed her mound. The witches hadn’t prepared her for the cacophony of emotions raging in her body. Lust and fear of the unknown proved to be a heady combination. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if fighting for freedom.

  When the Wolf God’s mouth dipped even lower, she screamed. The electric shock of his tongue on her clit jolted her out of the blissful state.

  “Oh God, no. Yes.”

  “Which is it?” he asked in a wicked voice.

  She couldn’t form a coherent thought, n
ot with his mouth on the most private part of her body. She writhed in an attempt to escape his fiendish tongue. He licked the plump lips of her pussy from the bottom to the top, stopping only to tease her clit.

  Her hands clenched into ineffective fists. The pressure building inside her formed a tight ball of energy. It settled into her sacral chakra, the energy center residing within her sex. His tongue worked magic on her clit. His lips captured her and coaxed and prodded until her eyelids fluttered closed.

  “Oh God.”

  The first wave of orgasm undulated through her like wildfire. She rolled her head from side to side, a dark keening spilled from her lips. She parted her lips to beg him to stop, but she only managed to expel a hiss of air.

  Her head lolled down. She met his dark, lust-filled gaze. “Ohhhh.”

  He slowed his kisses before finally standing. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Cock,” she whispered. “I want your cock inside me.”

  ***

  A smile spread across Amarok’s face. He’d never had a woman fall so quickly under his spell. Not that he used magic, not in the traditional sense, at least. Normally, the witch would resist for hours, forcing him to use every seduction trick he knew. But not this one. Even now, she skewered him with a demanding gaze. She wanted him. She was begging him, but it wasn’t enough. He wouldn’t untie her until her body went limp from a wave of orgasms.

  The effort it took to maintain control only served to inflame his own desire. His cock stood at attention, thick and hungry for her virgin pussy. He had no doubt she was untouched. The look on her face when he’d coaxed the first orgasm from her body told him everything he needed to know.

  He stalked in a semi-circle in front of her. “I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

  “I am. Please, take me down. Take me to bed.”

  The desperation in her voice made him harder. He loved teasing his consorts. As God of the Underworld, he wasn’t always in the mood to cause death and destruction. Sometimes, he just wanted a good, long fuck. Like now.

  The witch arched her hips toward him. “You can’t leave me like this.”

  Yes, he could. In fact, he could do anything he wanted to the vulnerable girl. He crossed the room to grab a candle from a shelf. After lighting it on one of the torches, he approached her.