by Lacy Dae
I gave his nipple an apologetic lick, and then slid the rest of the way down onto the floor, kneeling between his legs. Holding his eyes, I pulled open his fly. He lifted his ass from the couch long enough for me tug his jeans and boxers down, until his firm cock escaped its cotton prison. It was long and hard, with a drop of pre-cum already gleaming on its swollen head. He groaned again as I dipped my head, my quick tongue lapping against his hot prick, up and down the solid length of him. “Cassie…” he moaned, “slow down!”
“No, you speed up!” I stood and stripped off my pants and panties, until I was naked with the flickering candlelight gleaming on my skin. Straddling him again on the couch, I slowly sank down on his throbbing dick, pressing it hard against my twat. I wasn’t really wet, yet, and the delicious friction of his cock against my tender folds made me gasp. The tugging on my labia as I slowly forced his large dick into my tight pussy was painful, but it mixed with the pleasure as his thick cock stretched me. I shivered above him, leaning back holding his shoulders, until his throbbing dick was fully imbedded in me.
“Ouch, Cassie! Not so rough!” Rick grumbled a bit, but then got into it when I started rocking my hips. My pussy moistened as surges of pleasure spread through me, and his straining cock began to slide more easily in and out. I grabbed his hands and pressed them to my breasts.
“Pinch my tits!” I told him, and he did so, reluctantly. “Harder!” I moaned and pushed down roughly against his cock, feeling it rub on that special spot deep inside of me. He groaned too, and moved his hands to my hips, gripping me and shoving me down against him as he thrust up in me. The angle wasn’t very good though, and I pulled free of him, sliding his dick out of me. “Fuck me on the floor.” I demanded.
I knelt on the smooth wood floor, feeling the heat of the fire on my skin. Rick kneeled on the floor behind me, and then his solid cock was shoving deep into my throbbing cunt. I moaned and clawed at the floor, pushing my ass back against him, urging him to fuck me more roughly. His gasping thrusts built a tension in me, as my twat tightened around his pounding dick. As he shoved his cock in my dripping pussy over and over again, the delicious tension spiraled higher, making me writhe and moan, arching my back. But something was missing…
I reached a hand down and rubbed my clit hard, pinching the tender flesh between my fingernails. That flash of pain mixed with the pleasure sweeping out from my wet pussy, bringing me a new level of sensation. The coiled tension suddenly crested and broke, and I screamed as molten waves of pleasure surged out of my clenching cunt, rippling through me and making my toes tingle and curl. My pulsating twat threw Rick over the edge too, and he groaned as he came, his cock spurting hotly in the depths of my pussy. He sagged against me limply.
“Jesus, Cassie, you’re a man-eater.” He muttered as he rolled off of me, onto his back on the floor. I huffed in annoyance. So I liked it a little rough, too bad for him! I got to my feet and headed to the bathroom for a shower. ‘Breaking in’ the furniture had dispelled a lot of the creepiness factor of the cabin, and I was ready for bed.
In the morning, Rick got ready to drive around and scout the edges of our assigned territory. “I’m probably going to be gone all day, the roads look pretty bad.” He told me as he grabbed some emergency supplies and packed a lunch. “How about you stay here and catch up on the logs? See whose living in our neck of the woods.” I nodded, glumly. I hated paperwork, but it was critical that we knew what animals were supposed to be living here, so we could track and monitor them. He kissed me goodbye and then drove off.
I stood on the porch, watching him leave. Suddenly I shivered, and turned to stare into the dark forest surrounding the cabin. I had the uncanny sensation of being watched. Getting off the porch, I circled the cabin, looking out into the dark woods. I jumped as a flock of birds took off from a tree, with loud calls and rustling wings, and then relaxed when I spotted a deer, watching me curiously from the dense underbrush. The park was closed to hunters, and so the animals were much braver than usual. I waved, and she twitched her large ears, then turned and ran gracefully, dodging between trees. Sighing, I mourned lost opportunities. It was a beautiful late summer day, and I would have loved to have gone hiking, but instead I had to stay inside and read the logs. How unfair!
Heading back inside, I flipped open the most recent logbook and started to read the reports of the unfortunate Bob Campbell. Most of it was very boring: counts of owls, hawks and deer, dealing with the odd lost tourist, and other normal ranger stuff. The last entry, though, gave me chills. He detailed spotting smoke in the back-woods, and heading out to assess the danger of a forest fire. He found a campfire in a wolves den, and two wolves inside viciously attacking a woman. He recognized them as the alpha male and female of the local pack, apparently defending their den from an intruder. He had no choice, though and shot the wolves, to defend the woman and himself. He then brought the lost tourist back to the ranger cabin. There had been lots of blood in the den, and he thought she may have been seriously injured, but could only find tiny scratches on her. The entry ended abruptly there, raising many questions and answering none.
I closed my eyes and imagined the scene: the horror of a possible forest fire, then having to shoot two protected wolves to save a stranger’s life. Who turned out be mostly unhurt, oddly enough. Then what had happened to Bob? Who or what had killed him? And where had the girl gone? I hated mysteries!
I decided to go check out the scene of the original incident. It seemed safe enough; with the two alpha wolves dead, the pack most likely broke up, each individual wolf trying to join other nearby packs. The den would be empty. Investigators had probably already been there, if they could find the place, and I didn’t really expect to solve the murder. I just had to see for myself, where Bob and the girl had met, and where two wolves had died. It would make the whole spooky thing a bit more mundane. Wolves were utterly normal in this forest, and whatever had happened to Bob was probably unrelated.
The den was marked on the local map, just a few miles north of the cabin. I packed myself a hiking kit, put on my good boots and headed out. I almost forgot to leave a note for Rick, but my training wouldn’t let me. A good partner keeps in contact, and lets the other person know where she’ll be. Then I closed and locked the cabin, and headed into the woods. The creeping sensation of being watched returned, but I ignored it. It was just more stupid deer, no doubt.
I reached the den in the early afternoon, after a peaceful, easy hike. It was located in a small clearing, dug into a barren hillside. The opening was surprising large, big enough that I barely had to duck my head to walk in, and the darkness inside gave me pause. Anything could be in there! I turned in place, studying the edges of the clearing while I gathered my courage. Pulling out a flashlight, I flicked it on and followed its thin beam into the pitch black interior of the den.
The entrance tunnel led roughly seven feet into the hillside, and then opened up into a large round den. The remains of a fire blackened the dirt floor in the center, and maroon streams of dried blood were flung out in every direction. I could see drag marks where the bodies of the wolves had been removed, and a large pool of dried blood with a vaguely human outline. That was where the girl had been attacked. No wonder Bob had thought she was dying. And all that blood from a scratch? Bizarre. There was no answers, here, though, only more questions. I sighed and headed back out through the long tunnel.
Leaving the grim den behind, I walked back into the bright light of the afternoon. My eyes were dazzled by the glare, and I paused, just outside the den’s entrance, wiping away the tears my eyes released in protest of the bright light. Then I stopped moving, abruptly. In front of me stood two wolves, silently staring at me, heads low and eyes intent. One was huge and pitch black, his coat shining darkly in the sun, while the other was a bit smaller and brown-coated, with a wicked scar cutting across his muzzle, parting the fur. A low growl trickled from their throats, triggering an ancient instinct in me: that of the hunted. My heart in
my throat, I cautiously stepped to the side, maintaining eye contact with the wild animals. A mistake. The scarred wolf laid back his ears and lunged for me, teeth bared.
Panic took over, and I ran, dodging to the side and into the woods. A hunting howl soared upwards behind me, and then the chase was on. I plunged into the thick underbrush, breaking branches and tearing my clothes in my frenzy to escape. Fortunately, I stumbled onto a deer trail that gave me surer footing and let me go faster. My harsh breathing and pounding heart filled my ears, but I could still hear the howls of the wolves, on either side of me now. I sprinted down the trail, stretching my legs and trying to think though the adrenalin haze that clouded my mind. How could I get away? Climb a tree? The trunks flying by me were all skinny, new growth that wouldn’t hold my weight.
A glimpse of black fur to my left made me veer wildly to the right, and then I screamed as the scarred wolf burst onto the trail in front of me. I darted off to the side, between tree trunks, running hard along the top ridge of a hill I had unknowingly climbed in my panic. I was gasping now, breathing hard as pain stitched between my ribs and threw a hitch into my stride. Then I saw it, through the brush: a cave opening, tall and dark against a rocky outcropping. Maybe I could hide! Or at least block the entrance so they couldn’t get in.
I ran straight for it, hoping that the wolves had fallen back a bit since I hadn’t seen either of them after I topped the ridge. Ducking between the cool rocks, I barely squeezed through the boulders framing the cave entrance. Inside, the cave opened up into a larger room, dark and shadowed, with a patch of sunlight in the center from some unseen opening in the roof. The walls were made of pale limestone, and the floor covered in piles of leaves that had blown in over the years. I crouched against the wall, opposite the cave entrance, and tried desperately to silence my ragged breathing. Long minutes passed, and I began to relax, catching my breath, my heart slowing its frantic beat in my throat.
A shadow crossed the cave entrance, projected onto the wall beside me. I bit into my hand, hard, trying to prevent a scream from tearing loose. I could make out the four legs, and lowered head of a wolf, sniffing the ground, tracking me. Hot tears left scalding trails down my cheeks, and I shook my head in helpless denial, trembling with terror. Then my hand fell to the floor and I gaped as the shadow started to change.
The shadow wolf reared up on its hind legs, and then higher, impossibly high, stretching and twisting. The legs of a wolf became the arms and legs of a man, in a slow metamorphosis in the shadow on the cave wall. Then it vanished, as the light from the cave entrance was blocked out by a large form, blurred by my tears and gilded around the edges by the setting sun. It was a naked man, who approached me with his hands held open, in a gesture of peaceful intentions. He was muscular and dark-skinned, almost ebony in the shadows of the cave. Another man came into the cave, also naked, with a scar that cut across his face, giving him a rakish look.
The wolves were… werewolves? That was impossible, insane! Yet it was the only explanation. They approached me, slowly, hands level and open. It seemed like they didn’t want me to be scared. When the scarred one brushed past the dark-skinned one, though, the tension level rose dramatically. They snarled and snapped at each other, until the scarred wolf dropped back a step or two. Apparently, the dark-skinned one was dominant, but being pushed by his subordinate. They paused on either side of me, looking down where I cowered in the leaf pile. The alpha male huffed, seemingly in frustration, and then grabbed my hand. I yelped, embarrassingly, as he dragged me to my feet. Then I cried out again, as the scarred one ran forward the last few paces and grabbed my other hand. There was a brief tug of war between the two wolves, pulling me from side to side, until they stopped to glare at each other.
I yanked my hands away from both of them, and they turned to glare at me, instead. Gulping, I looked down, avoiding their hot gazes, an instinctively submissive gesture. That’s when I realized that both werewolves were aroused. Really aroused. Their cocks were standing at distinct attention, nearly flat against their rippling abs. Under my gaze, they hardened even further, their swollen heads darkening to shades of purple. It was quite clear what the wolves wanted from me. Perhaps if I fucked them, they’d let me go?
I reached for the scarred one, as he seemed the most volatile and aggressive. But the dark-skinned wolf intercepted my hand in a fierce grip, painfully grinding the bones against each other, and growled threateningly at the other male. He yanked me towards him, and I stumbled, falling against his hard chest. His skin was smooth, and hot under my hands. Sinking a fist into my hair, he pushed me down onto my knees, asserting his dominance over me. A flicker of hot lust shot through me, as his rigid cock danced in front of my face. These werewolves were wild and fierce, taking what they wanted, and God help me, I wanted them to take me.
I opened my mouth eagerly and licked the head of his swollen cock, tasting the salt of his skin. The black wolf moaned, and shoved his dick against my face, wanting more than that teasing touch. The head of his cock brushed against my mouth, and I willingly accepted it, until I could feel it brush against the back of my throat. He was so huge that barely half of his hard cock was in my mouth. I raised my hands to circle the rest of his length, as I slowly pulled that solid flesh out of my mouth, until only the ridged head remained. Pressing my tongue against the sensitive spot where the glans met the shaft, I ran my hands over his velvety skin, feeling the heat and pressure contained within. The wolf groaned loudly, and pressed himself back into my mouth, using his hand in my hair to set a rapid pace.
Whining softly, the scarred wolf stepped up to me, keeping a wary eye on his alpha. He seemed to be feeling neglected. I moved one hand from the dark cock in front of my face to circle the other’s paler, throbbing dick. He pushed himself eagerly against my palm, a heavy weight that promised pleasure. I could barely close my fingers around his massive girth. I moved between the two lusty wolves, taking each dick deep into my wet mouth in turn, as I used my hands to caress the other. Feeling the two cocks in my fists made me hot, and my panties dampened as my juices began to flow. The wolves could tell, their nostrils flaring as the scent of my arousal began to fill the air.
After giving the dark wolf one last deep tug in my warm mouth, I released them both and started to pull off my clothes. I wanted a proper fucking from these magnificent wolves! They recognized my urgency, and stepped back, watching with searing eyes as my pale skin was exposed to the cool cavern air. My nipples hardened instantly, jutting out proudly from my flushing breasts. I took the dark cock back into my hot mouth, and drew it in deeply, feeling his swollen head nudge the back of my throat. With my hand, I urged the scarred wolf to move behind me. He sank to his knees between my legs, and I gasped around the cock in my mouth as his thick dick was shoved hard into my wet pussy.
I rocked back and forth on my knees between the two wolves, my pussy filled nearly to the point of pain by the scarred wolf’s thick cock while the dark-skinned wolf fucked my mouth. I moaned loudly around the cock in my mouth as the swollen prick in my pussy sank in deep and hard, rubbing against my g-spot. A sweet tension began to build in me, and I sucked harder on dark wolf’s dick, reaching down between my legs to rub my slick clit between shaking fingers. I was on the edge, riding a cresting wave of pleasure, when both wolves suddenly pulled themselves away from me, leaving me whimpering in frustration.
While I’d been occupied, they’d apparently been pissing each other off, somehow. The two werewolves, still erect, were snarling and snapping at each other, maintain fierce eye contact. They circled and shoved each other, waiting for the other to back down, growling horribly.
“Fuck this shit!” I jumped to my feet, and stepped between the circling wolves. I shoved a finger into each of their chests, glaring indiscriminately. “Stop it! Just fuck me, for God’s sake!”
The dark alpha male did not appreciate this treatment. With shocking speed, he lunged at me, lifting me and pinning me against the cave wall. I gasped from th
e impact, all the air forced from my lungs. He wrapped huge hands under my thighs and lifted me, scraping my back against the rough cavern stone. Lowering me, he impaled my throbbing pussy with his rigid cock. I moaned as I sank down, my tight cunt stretched by his thick girth. He grunted in response, and then lifted me again, sliding me up and down on his dick. The rock abrading my skin added a frisson of pain to the pleasure I felt, and the combination was twisting that tension in the core of me, tightening the muscles in my legs and belly.
He fucked me with hard, deep strokes, pounding his solid cock into my dripping pussy, each thrust urging me closer to the peak I could feel building. After a few more hard strokes, I could feel the head of his dick swell inside me, and then he threw back his head and howled, baying loudly as hot jets of cum spurted into my throbbing cunt. I squirmed in disappointment. I’d been so close! But the dark wolf wasn’t finished yet. He turned me, his cock still solid in my twat, and leaned back against the wall, holding me up by his grip on my thighs. Before I realized what was happening, I felt a solid nudge against my asshole.
The scarred wolf had stepped in close behind me, and now his rigid cock was demanding entrance to my back door. The wolf holding me shifted his grip to my ass, helpfully spreading my cheeks and exposing my tender ring to the merciless pressure of the other wolf’s cock. I whimpered as my asshole slowly gave way, painfully stretching to accept the thick cock of the scarred wolf. I bit into the shoulder of the alpha wolf holding me, to stop myself from screaming, tasting the coppery tang of his blood. Just as the pain became unbearable, though, it faded into a dull ache. That huge cock was fully imbedded in my ravished ass, and then waves of pleasure poured through as the two cocks began to slide slowly in and out of me.
The wolves alternated their thrusts, one cock sliding in while another pulled out. The slippery feel of the two dicks inside me, separated only by a thin membrane, made me moan. I could feel the swollen heads of their cocks pressing deep inside me, against that special spot, and the tension began to wind through me again, pleasure spiced with pain. They fucked me faster, their dicks moving rhythmically in and out of me, and the muscles of my belly and legs tightened as I approached the crest of an enormous orgasm.
