Pursued by the Pack

by Lacy Dae

  The scarred wolf behind me sank a fist into my hair, and pulled my head back and to the right, painfully arching my neck. The dark wolf took advantage of that opening, and sank his teeth into my throat, right over the rapid pulse flickering under my skin. The pain of the bite, and from the rough pull on my hair, tipped the balance, and I screamed as I came, a huge crashing orgasm that shook my body and blanked out my mind with light. The searing pleasure swept through me, tightening my skin and curling my toes, and the throbbing convulsions of my ass and cunt squeezed the cocks inside me, until they came too, howling and baying as their hot loads spurted deep into me.

  I was suspended between them for a moment longer, their twitching cocks buried deep in my wet pussy and tight ass. Then they pulled free, sliding their cocks from my clenching, twitching sheaths. I moaned again, and they lowered me to the floor, the three of us a tangle of legs and arms, cuddling together like puppies. Exhaustion hit me like a fist, and apparently the wolves too, as we lay there, tangled together on the floor of the cavern, on a crinkly bed of dried leaves. The sun had nearly gone down, and the dim red light was peaceful and calm. I drifted off to sleep between their hot, hard bodies, listening to the rhythm of their hearts.

  I woke up when the wolves on either side of me stirred, rising to their feet. Their cocked heads and listening expression made me strain my ears, in the silence of the cave. Then I heard it, faintly, carried on the wind. “Cassie! Cassie, where are you?!” It was Rick. He’d gotten my note, from when I left the cabin, and followed me to the den. Then he must’ve tracked me to the cave, following my trail from my panicked flight. “Cassie?” This time it was from right outside the cave entrance.

  A sudden snarl made me bolt to my feet. The two werewolves had returned to their lupine shapes while I was distracted, and white teeth glimmered in the moonlight as they bared their fangs. They would kill Rick if he came in here! I had to warn him.

  “Rick! Look-!“ was all I got out, before the black wolf slammed into me and knocked me onto my back. He gazed down on me with cold dispassionate eyes, a nerve-rending growl trickling out between closed jaws. I threw my arms in front of my face and screamed, the sound lost in the vicious snarls as the scarred wolf attacked Rick. Rick’s startled yell warped into a shriek, rising upward in fear and pain for a long moment, before ending in a horrid wet gurgle. I couldn’t see him, but my imagination painted a vivid picture of his throat torn out by the wolf, blood steaming in the cold night air.

  He was dead, he must be, from the silence outside the cave. I pleaded with the wolf looking down on me but he ignored my cries. With shocking speed, he lunged for me, catching my arm between his deadly jaws. His fangs pierced my skin, painlessly at first, and my blood showered down on my face, coating me in sticky warmth as I shook my arm wildly, struggling to get free of the wolf. He released his hold, and the pain hit me from my torn flesh. I sobbed in agony, cradling my wounded arm to my chest. This gave him the opening he’d been waiting for and the black wolf went for my throat, locking his jaws around my neck. I beat at him weakly with my good fist, unable to breath and feeling more hot blood spraying across my body. My last thought before everything went black was that I had found Bob Campbell’s killers. And they had found me.

  Torn from the Pack

  I woke up, warm and cozy, snuggled in tight against two hard, muscled bodies. For a brief moment, stark terror shot through me, as my hazy mind tried to alert me to some danger. But the smooth heat of their skin against mine and the warm scent of their bodies drove it away in a flood of tingling lust. I recognized the men on either side of me, their faces imprinted on my mind’s eye by the events of the day before. They were a pair of werewolves, whose den I had intruded upon in my curiosity regarding an unsolved murder. As wolves, they’d chased me to this sun-speckled grotto. Then, to my utterly dumbfounded surprise, they had shape-shifted into men.

  Sexy, lusty men, naked and aroused. Silently, they had stalked me, their purpose obvious in the hard cocks thrusting upwards from their rippled abdomens. The dark-skinned man on my left had thoroughly dominated me, pinning me against the wall as he had fucked me. The scarred man on my other side had taken me in the ass at the same time, two hard cocks pounding deep in me until my orgasm shook through all three of us. My pussy woke with a surge of liquid heat as the memories of that rough encounter flooded my mind, and I moaned and squirmed recalling what they had done to me, what we had done together.

  Something else had happened that evening, though, something that had involved my long-time partner, Rick… I whimpered, still half-asleep, as a dim memory of pain and blood began to surface. The men next to me woke at my cry, as one turning towards me and pulling themselves up onto an elbow on either side of me. The dark man reached for me first, resting a large hand on my face. I gasped as foreign images and sensations began to flicker through my mind: the seductive warmth of fur against my skin, lust and need, the comfort of home and the smell of the pack. Surrounded by that blissful mental touch, buoyed by a feeling of acceptance and belonging that I’d never known, I let the pain and dread fade away, and reached for the werewolves, sliding my hands down their flat stomachs until I could feel the velvety hardness of their erections against my palms.

  They groaned at my touch, pressing themselves eagerly against me. The alien touch in my mind flooded with fierce pleasure, and I moaned as I felt each tug on their dicks as a pulse in my moistening pussy. Partially sitting up on the smooth sandy floor of the cave, I turned fully towards the dark-skinned wolf, pressing my breasts against the rough hair of his chest. I draped my leg over his, and shifted upwards to let his thrusting cock slip between my thighs, its firm length rubbing against the tender folds of my pussy. The scarred wolf behind me moved in closer, pressing me tightly between their hot bodies, his firm cock pressing against the cleft in my ass, then sliding down to join the other between my legs.

  The friction against my labia made me groan, as my pussy developed an aching hollow that demanded to be filled. I leaned back against the chest of the scarred wolf, and felt him tangle a fist in my hair, pulling my head back and down, exposing the vulnerable line of my throat. Reaching down, I grasped the huge cock of the wolf in front of me, his darkening purple skin like heated silk in my hand. Opening my legs wider, I pushed the swollen head of his cock towards the soaking entrance to my throbbing cunt. He took the hint, and started to slowly push his cock deep into me, grasping my hips to tilt me against him. I moaned and pressed my hips against him, urging him fuck me harder. He responded with a forceful thrust, burying his cock deep into my grasping, greedy cunt.

  I groaned at the fullness, feeling my pussy stretch around his rigid girth. Then I gasped loudly as I felt teeth sink against my neck, holding me in a firm grip. A rippling growl vibrated against my skin, sending shivers down my spine, as the scarred wolf pinned me against the dark one with a firm hand in the center of my back. This tilted my hips further back, and the dark wolf shifted to accommodate the change, keeping his thick cock deeply imbedded my tight pussy and moving down slightly until his face was even with my tits. He began to nip and nuzzle at my hardening buds, each grazing brush of his teeth make me yearn for a firmer touch. I grabbed his hair and pushed his face against my breast, wanting him to stop teasing me. He chuckled and sucked my flushing nipple deep into his mouth, the wet heat making me moan.

  I was distracted from that delicious pleasure, though as I felt the broad head of the scarred wolf’s cock pressing against the entrance to my pussy, and I whimpered in pain as he forced his cock into me, stretching my opening painfully. The pain merged with the pleasure as the dark wolf teased my nipples, his hard cock moving with small thrusts along-side the second one still pushing into me.

  The spiraling tension of my orgasm began to build as the scarred wolf continued to painfully wedge his engorged dick deep into my tight pussy, now aching from the pressure of two cocks. I whimpered again as he fully sank himself into my throbbing cunt, stopping only when his hard cock was
pressed firmly against my cervix, deep inside of me. Both wolves paused for a moment, letting my pussy adjust to the two swollen cocks stretching it, and the pain faded into sheer pleasure as they began to move inside me, gently at first, and then more roughly as the tightness eased and my juices soothed the friction between them.

  The two cocks pressed firmly against my g-spot, which began to swell and soften in response, each touch deep inside sending waves of pleasure through me. The wolves fucked me hard, thrusting their cocks in turn with one another, one dick sliding in as the other pulled out. The alternating thrusts spun the tension in my core higher, the muscles of my belly and legs tightening uncontrollably as each cock shoved hard against the special spot deep in my dripping cunt. I reached a hand down and began to rub my clit roughly between two fingers, feeling each thrust against my g-spot as a spike of pleasurably pain twisting through my body.

  The scarred wolf leaned back further, and I whimpered once more in protest at the loss of his heat against my back. Then I felt a thumb press hard against the tight bud of my asshole, and I groaned as he slowly worked it in, creating an unbearable tightness as he pressed it against the cocks in my pussy. The pleasure from my stretching asshole pushed me over the edge, and I screamed as I came, my orgasm a tingling rush that swept outwards from my throbbing pussy and down my legs, curling my toes. My pussy clenched on their cocks in rhythm with the pleasure pouring through me, and the men fucking me howled wildly in response, pumping into me for a few more hard strokes. They came at the same time, their hands clutching me tightly as their swollen cocks twitched and jerked inside my pulsating cunt. The heat of their loads deep inside of my pussy pushed me to another screaming orgasm, which shuddered through my body as I clutched at them in return, the three of us a tangle of limbs and nerves that echoed with pleasure.

  The mental touch of the wolves had shared the pleasure of each orgasm between the three of us, and my mind whited out from the sheer sensory overload. I slumped back to the smooth floor, sand sticking to my sweaty skin. The wolves gently pulled their cocks from my aching pussy, and then cuddled down next to me, holding me tightly between them. Warm, peaceful pleasure and a feeling of belonging filled my mind, as they brushed their fingers through my hair and on my face. I was home.

  We drifted back to sleep, and my dreams were odd, filled with flashes of the forest, hunting deer and running on four legs. My pack-mates were beside me, and we played and howled in the snow, the sheer joy of existence pouring through us. Then horror filled us as the leaders of our pack were killed, the mental bonds painfully broken in hot blood and the coldness of death. Our newest pack member was abducted by the killer and we tried to rescue her, but she rejected us and stole one of the beta males as her mate, leaving the pack forever. Sadness and depression followed in waves, as our pack-mates left us one by one, until only the two of us remained, hunting together but with no pleasure, no home to take our kills to. Then a sudden surge of hope as we encountered new people, potential pack-mates.

  I woke then, sobbing from an emotional pain that wasn’t my own, at a loss of a family that I’d never been a part of. Reaching out mentally for the wolves, I held them to me, wanting to sooth their pain. Then the final memory I’d shared sunk and I paused. Potential pack-mates? That would’ve been me and Rick… I glanced around the cavern idly, as I struggled to absorb what I’d learned in the shared dream of the pack. A dark splash against one wall caught my eye, some dark maroon substance. I cried out then as my memory of the previous night finally returned to me, flooding my mind with terror and pain and the knowledge of my own death at the teeth of the werewolf lying beside me.

  I violently shoved myself free of the wolves, and they let me go without protest. Running over the blood-stain on the cavern wall, I touched it gently. It was still tacky, newly dried, and I shuddered hard as hot tears leaked out of my tightly closed eyes, dripping to the sandy floor below. I could see the attack so clearly, the white fangs glistening as the black wolf had gone for my neck… Gasping, my hand raised to my throat, protectively. The skin there was smooth and unblemished, no wound, not even a bruise. But the pain, that horrible feeling of teeth breaking my skin… what had happened? And what had happened to Rick? Suddenly my last memory of him, his calling voice, panicked screams and finally his horrid gurgling breath, came to my mind, in gruesome detail.

  I peered around through teary eyes. “R-Rick?” I whispered, my voice harsh and shaking. “Are you here?” Silence echoed back. I turned back to the wolves, still lying on the floor where I’d left them, their blank faces giving nothing away. “Where is he?!?” I screamed at them, shockingly loud in the hush of the cavern, with the scent of our passion still in the air. The mental touch against my mind returned, tentative and gentle, trying to sooth me. I sent a determined question back, demanding answers. The dark-skinned wolf stood then and sighed, apparently deciding to leave the cave. He brushed past me with a gentle touch on my face, which I batted away, furious and scared. The scarred wolf hesitated, and then got to his feet, coming to stand before me.

  I had wanted answers and he gave them. His mental touch was filled with regret and the image of a steaming spray of blood on a cave wall. The taste of blood filled my mouth, and horribly, the memory of crushing the throat of a screaming man, feeling the cartilage crackle and break between my fangs. Nausea lurched in the pit of my stomach, and I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to vomit. Then I sensed a watchful patience, waiting for the man to heal his terrible wounds, and a dawning realization of failure when he didn’t. Regret for a lost opportunity, and a wasted life. The sin of a kill that couldn’t be eaten.

  I fell to my knees, sobbing, as understanding of what had occurred filtered through the haze of emotions and shared memories. The scarred werewolf had attacked Rick in attempt to turn him into a member of their pack, as the dark-skinned wolf had attacked me. For whatever reason, it hadn’t worked and Rick had died of the injuries the wolf had inflicted. His body lay in the forest somewhere, uneaten, but also unburied, and his death would be another mystery for the park rangers who had sent us here.

  The scarred werewolf moved closer to me, kneeling at my side. His mental touch offered comfort and sympathy for my loss, but I jerked away. “You killed him! You…” I sputtered, angry and anguished past thinking. “You freak! You fucking monster!” He put his hand on my arm, and I slapped it away. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me!”

  He growled, baring his teeth, and his mental touch turned dark and ugly for a second, as my rejection sank in. I held his eyes, and my breath, feeling the tension rise between us. After an eternity of waiting, he dropped his gaze, and then turned and left the cave. I was alone, physically and mentally, and I sat and cried for the loss of my best friend, my partner, and my old life. What was I, now? What would happen to me?

  After an hour or so, I sat up and wiped my face. Rick was gone and I couldn’t bring him back with tears. I needed to figure out where I was and make a plan. I gathered up my clothes from among the leaf litter and got dressed, the comfortably worn fabric oddly scratchy on my bare skin. Weirdly, I’d barely noticed being naked with the werewolves before, but now I felt vulnerable, and the clothing was a symbol of my humanity. I could still feel the wolves, hovering at the edge of my mind, but I resolutely shut them out. I was human, damnit, and I was leaving.

  As I sat to pull on my shoes, however, that hovering mental touch changed tone, from concern and regret to worry and then fear. A sharp, sudden red spike of pain arced through my mind, and I heard a baying howl of fury from outside the cave. The mental touch took on a slippery feel, and I got a flash of pain and confusion as the werewolves changed shape, dropping down to four legs. I dropped my shoe and ran for the cave entrance, desperate to know what was happening. Loud snarls and unearthly growling came from a chaotic mass of wolves outside, which soon resolved into the two wolves I knew, and four strange ones. The two packs fought viciously, teeth gleaming, and blood spattering the ground from a scattering of small w
ounds among them. My two … my mind shied from pack-mates, but that was clearly what they were… were losing the fight, getting pushed to the edges of the clearing surrounding the cave, fighting for their lives against over-whelming odds.

  The black wolf locked his eyes onto mine, and made a desperate lunge to reach me, but was driven back by a huge brown wolf, who tore at his neck with sharp fangs. With a last despairing mental touch, the two wolves retreated into the forest, running for the safety of the deep woods. I was left there in the cave, trapped by four strange wolves, and my mind reeled in echoing emptiness from the loss of my pack’s mental touch. I hadn’t realized how I’d come to depend on that contact, the reassurance of belonging, until it was gone, and I shivered in a cold more emotional than physical.

  The biggest wolf turned then to face me, and his form melted and stretched until a huge, naked, burly man stood in his place. I shied back fearfully as he started towards me, and he paused, looking me over, and then laughed. “Look what we’ve caught! A newly-turned pup, left on her own, abandoned by her pack. How sad.” The other wolves didn’t seem sad. They howled, triumphantly, a wild harmony that sent chills down my spine.

  Shock crystallized in me and words erupted without any interference from my brain. “Werewolves don’t talk!”

  “Hah! Those two probably don’t, they’ve spent too much fur time, gone all feral. We’re not that lost to civilization.” He grinned at me, a hard gleam in his eyes making a cold ball form in my belly.

  “W-will you help me get back home?” I asked timidly, although deep down I already knew the answer. My worst fears materialized as he threw back his head and howled with laughter, with the baying of the other wolves a sinister background.