by Lee Savino
Brokk’s face tensed as he fought not to come in her mouth.
With impressive control, he stepped back. “You will learn to take me in your mouth. For now, just watch.” He stroked himself before her until he spent his cum on the ground. “You have not yet earned my seed.”
Willow licked her lips, and I couldn’t help myself. I gripped a handful of her dark hair and drew her to face me.
“My turn.” I wanted her hands, though. I stayed seated and let her explore. She touched my turgid shaft and the sac hanging below it.
“Ahh, lass. We will never let you go.”
She gave me a small, quick smile. My cum boiled in my balls. My toes curled. “Now, lass, you’ve been so good, I will allow you to take it in your mouth.”
Willow nodded and sucked the head. My hips surged up, but I caught myself in time, barely keeping from fucking her face.
“You have a wicked mouth,” I told her. “Devil-blessed.”
She drew off with a pop. The hard sucking action made me spurt. I splashed onto her face as she sat there, blinking.
I swept my thumb across her cheek and fed some to her.
“You did well.” I smiled. “I think we will keep you.”
Brokk came with a cloth to wipe her face. He unbound her gently, washing the sweat off her slick body and rubbing the marks the bonds had made.
“You did well,” he repeated. She reached for him, but he rose, cast a glance my way. “Leif will tend to you.”
When he walked off, she watched him go.
Willow
My muscles ached as Brokk strode from the keep. Leif wet a pelt and washed himself before tucking his cock in his pants. I kept my head averted, blinking back tears.
“Willow? What’s wrong, lass?”
“Nothing.”
“Do not hide from me. We will not punish you for honesty.”
“I gave in. I was weak.” Brokk did not want to be seen with such a wanton creature. Hunching my shoulders, I hid my face. “Please, leave me.”
Setting the wet pelt aside, he gathered me in his arms. “Do you know why we torment and tease you?”
“Because you like it.”
His fingers trailed down my legs. “Are we the only ones?”
I twisted in his grip, but he held me fast.
“Let’s check, shall we?” His fingers found my cunny and dipped inside. “You’re close aren’t you, sweet rabbit?”
My head thrashed against his shoulder. I tried to free myself, but he gripped me harder and somehow kept his hand between my legs, light touches pushing me towards the cliff edge.
“Please…”
He showed me his glistening fingers. “Do you know what this makes you?”
I shut my eyes and waited for him to say it. Dirty, wanton, wrong.
“Perfect. It makes you perfect.”
His fingers delved deep, calling my climax with a come-hither motion. He held me as I went over.
When I finally stilled, Leif took my wrist and bound it to his with leather ties.
“We will sleep,” he said. “Unless you are not yet sated.” The moonlight glinted off his yellow eyes.
“I am…. satisfied. Thank you, Leif.” We lay down, and the giant warrior tucked me against his body. This was what I’d always wanted. A man’s hard muscled chest under my cheek, his fingers playing over my back. A warrior ready to protect me from the world.
I shivered.
“Cold?” He pulled a pelt over us.
“No.” I raise my head. “Does Brokk not like me?”
Leif sighed and propped his head up on his arm. I wanted him to keep touching me but dared not ask.
“Brokk’s always been an odd sort. Satisfied with being a lone wolf even before we were Changed.”
“How did you two meet?”
Leif grimaced. “We fought over a woman.”
My eyes widened.
“That was a long time ago,” Leif said with a forced laugh. “I’m sure he’s forgotten it.” But he did not sound so sure.
“You say I am your mate. Will you share me?” I traced the smooth dip between the powerful muscles of his chest.
“Thinking of mating us?”
I nodded, shy.
“Oh, lass,” he groaned. “You don’t know how enticing you are.”
I was relieved to see the easiness return to his handsome face. Even if Brokk had left, Leif and I could share a moment.
“Brokk and I are bound together with an unbreakable bond. We saved each other’s lives and kept each other alive over these years while we waited for you.”
“Can the bond break?”
“Only in a fit of madness. That is why we fear the beast. What gives us strength is also our greatest weakness.” His fingers slipped under the pelt to swirl again over my bare back. I held my breath, willing him not to stop. “When the time comes, we will take you fully, and you will belong to us forever. Your submission allows the beast to rule peacefully, its hunger sated on your flesh.”
“And Brokk will stay with us?”
He frowned. “We will share you. The three of us will be linked.”
“He does not seem to want me.”
“He is afraid of caring for someone. Long ago, the people he cared about betrayed him.”
That night, I dreamed I stood on the shore of the lake. The moon cut a silver trail over the endless black water. I stepped forward and instead of sinking, I walked over the watery expanse as easily as I would dry land. My feet carried me to an island I hadn’t noticed before, emerging from the mist in the center of the lake.
When I arrived on the shore, something drew me on. I walked to the center of the island, pushing through the small bushes and ferns. A willow tree leaned over a circle of stones. I stood among them, turning slowly, wondering at the feeling I had been there before.
When I woke, the sunlight shone across my face. My loins ached from last night’s climaxes, my lower lips puffy and well used.
“Up you come, lass,” Leif called. “You slept half the day away.”
I stretched. I’d grown used to my captivity. The days spent with these wild but gentle warriors. A strange new life, but I did not mind it anymore.
“Come,” Leif repeated. “There are apples for breakfast. Let’s get you fed and washed. Brokk has brought you something.”
He took me to the lake and rinsed me well. I pressed my face against his fine chest, blushing. My flushed cheeks seemed to fascinate him. His fingers played over them, and I kissed them. Too late, I realized he was naked. His cock brushed my thigh and set me aching again.
“Leif,” I breathed.
His thumb brushed over my mouth, but he drew away and washed himself while I went back to shore.
Remembering my dream, I paused and squinted, but, even in the bright day, I could not make out an island.
When we returned, a pile of new items lay on a large rock.
“What’s this?” I asked when Leif handed me a jug.
“Mead.”
“I went to market,” Brokk said. He sat on a nearby rock, watching me. Not for the first time, I admired his broad shoulders, the powerful arms and torso, the rough fingers that bound me so cleverly last night. The memory made my cheeks heat.
Leif held up an overdress I could wear over my shift.
“It’s beautiful. For me?”
“It won’t fit me.” Leif laughed. “Nor these.” He passed me a pair of small boots, lined with soft squirrel fur. I held them, too overcome to speak. The rich cloth matched the color of an oak leaf in summer, and they were lined in silk. The needlework was as neat as Sage’s, and golden threads shone amid the green.
“Is this—?”
“Cloth of gold,” Brokk grunted, and I clutched the garment tighter, lest I drop it. I’d never seen such finery, much less touched it.
“Put it on,” Brokk ordered. “I will give you the rest of your gift.”
My heart overflowed with happiness as Leif helped me dress.
> When I finished, he touched my face. “Beautiful,” he said, but he didn’t mean my dress.
Brokk called me over. He had a pelt at his feet. I knelt before him like a fine lady come to the church altar. Leif took off his arm ring and handed it to the stern-faced warrior before lifting my hair, and letting Brokk fit the band around my neck.
“There. Now you will remember you belong to us.”
I rose, and Brokk caught my hand. “Not so fast. There is one more gift.”
“It is less a gift to you than a gift to us,” Leif murmured.
Brokk held up a metal circle, large enough to fit around my hips. Another half circle attached.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Raise your skirts.” he said. Puzzled, I did, but once he lay the metal harness on the ground and motioned for me to step into it, I realized his intent.
“Oh no.” I dropped my skirts and backed away. “No, no, no.”
“You do not like your gift?” Leif caught me as I backed away, his arm banded under my breasts.
“I do not want to wear that thing,” I said.
The warriors did not give me a choice. Brokk knelt while Leif lifted me. My legs went through the holes, and the metal circle wrapped around my waist cinched tight. The piece running between my legs covered my sex. I could move easily and freely but could not touch my nether lips.
“How long must I wear this?” I asked.
“Until you learn not to touch. I ran to a village and woke the blacksmith. He spent all night crafting it to your measurements and smoothing the edges.”
The belt fit perfectly.
“You should be grateful,” Brokk told me. “This will keep you from touching. You will have control.”
My thanks felt heavy on my tongue. It seemed they were mocking me, dressing me like a fine lady, harnessing me like a slave.
“Would you rather the leather strips?”
“No.” I shuddered, remembering how they cut into my throbbing folds, binding and heightening my arousal at the same time.
“Come. There is something we wish to show you.”
If any man or beast had been out on the green hills around the abandoned keep, they would’ve seen a strange sight—a young woman in the garment of a queen walking between two warriors almost twice as tall as she. Under the beautiful dress, the metal belt did not chafe, though I had to beg to be let out to relieve myself. By the time we reach our destination, my cheeks glowed bright red, and not from too much sun.
We crested a hill, and I gasped. A purple cape spread over the land, as far as the eye could see. Acres and acres of wildflowers.
“The bonnie heather,” Leif murmured. “On the rockiest soil, the goddess grew a carpet fit for a queen.”
Brokk rolled his eyes. “Come, Willow. Time to break in those boots.”
Leif held out his hand. “Let’s run.”
My heart thumped as I put my hand in his.
The redheaded warrior and I raced between the flower patches. Soon, we were laughing, skipping, dancing like crazy folk.
Brokk followed, and when I grew tired and went to sit with him, he pointed out the birds, the little rabbits, and mice who made their home in the fragrant heather. Leif dug in a pack and handed out dried meat, cheese, hard little apples. When I’d nibbled to his satisfaction, he let me have a little mead.
The day seemed endless, stretched out under a blue sky.
“Why are we here?” I asked.
“Are you not enjoying yourself?” Leif countered. “Perhaps we need a new game.”
“All right,” I said slowly, not liking the mischievous look on his face.
“I think it’s time we gave you a chance to escape.”
“What?”
“Unless, of course, you’ll admit you don’t want to go.”
I glanced at Brokk, but he remained solemn, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Brokk, will you play with us?” Leif called to him.
“This doesn’t sound like a game.”
“Oh, it is. And there’s a bonnie prize for the winner.”
“Do you mean you will let me escape?” My heart beat hard. For some reason, I felt anxious at the thought of leaving the warriors. I should be relieved, but I was not, and that only troubled me more.
“Let you try to escape,” Leif corrected. “We will give you a head start, but don’t doubt that we will easily track you. Whoever catches you first, gets a kiss.”
“And if I win?”
“You will not. But if you manage to elude us until sundown, we will throw away the metal belt.”
Brokk snorted.
“Or”—Leif raised a finger—“you admit to us now that you no longer want to escape. We will remove the belt and reward you for telling the truth.”
I gnawed my lip.
“I didn’t think so.” Leif chuckled. He rose, and I scrambled to my feet. “I call this game ‘wolves and rabbit.’ You’re the rabbit, Willow.” He packed our lunch away and lifted the horn. “We will sit and drink the rest of this mead, and then we will be on the hunt.” His eyes glittered. “If I were you, I would run.”
My heart beat louder than my footfalls on the soft turf. I made for a stand of boulders, hoping they would hide me. Once I passed them, I changed course, heading down a ravine. A brook ran between the rocks. I paused for a moment. The water would wash away my scent, confuse them, but it would soak my new clothes.
Behind me, an eerie howl rose from the hills. The hunt had begun.
I raced to the stream and followed it. The water soon soaked my garments and weighted me down, but I kept running. The bushes grew larger here. I could hide. I made the mistake of glancing behind me and caught sight of a muscled figure following me. The warriors must have stripped before starting the hunt. They flowed down the side of the hill, coming faster than I believed possible. Their forms seemed taller, misshapen somehow. I caught a flash of fur as if they were between the forms of man and wolf.
I couldn’t outrun them. I threw myself under a prickly bush and hoped for the best.
The crunch of footsteps came closer.
I darted up, flushed from my hiding place like a desperate bird. One of them growled behind me, and I ran smack into the other.
“Got you, little Willow,” Brokk breathed in my ear.
I screamed, kicking and fighting as he bore me to the ground. Leif had laid a pelt down to cushion my body, but I still struggled. Brokk turned me to my back, roughly, and I calmed somewhat, seeing their handsome faces. They now looked like men, but I’d never forget the sight of them hunting me down in the shape of a wolfish monster.
“You wet your lovely boots,” Leif said.
“No matter,” Brokk rasped. “Take them off.”
They stripped me quickly but with care.
“What now?” I was trembling, frightened and excited at the same time.
“You lost, sweetheart. You owe us a kiss.”
I nodded and moved towards Brokk. He caught my hair in his fist. With a firm but gentle grip, he guided my head down. “Not on my mouth, sweet lass. On my cock.”
I unlaced his breeches. Humming with pleasure, I took him down to the root, my tongue lapping the underside.
“Odin’s staff,” Brokk cursed. I grinned to myself.
“Good lass.” Leif chuckled.
Brokk did his best to hold off, while I did everything I could think of to tempt him. My small hands grasped his giant thighs, holding him captive as my mouth worked over him.
In the end, he spurted so much seed, some dribbled out of my mouth. He wiped it up with his thumb and fed it to me.
“Well done,” Leif said.
Brokk kissed my forehead. I glowed with pride.
“Now.” Leif tugged a lock of my hair. “It is my turn to kiss you.”
I turned on my knees, but Leif eased me down, my back on the pelt, my head in Brokk’s lap.
“I need this belt off,” Leif muttered. Brokk helped him lift me and slide it o
ff. I gasped as the cool air hit my wet nethers.
“She’s a bit cold,” Brokk observed, toying with one of my pointed nipples.
Leif draped my dress over me and dove under it, between my legs.
“What—” I cried out as he kissed the inside of my thigh. His lips worked up towards my pulsing cunny. My legs strained to close, but he held them down. I panted, ready to climax by the time his mouth reached its destination. Brokk restrained me as I writhed, helpless under Leif’s lashing tongue. My heels dug into the ground, back and belly tightening with pleasure. I moaned his name as I came. Once I relaxed, he emerged, wiping his mouth.
“Good game, lass. Shall we play again?”
We played “wolves and rabbit” for the rest of the afternoon. I never got to be a wolf. The stakes grew higher, and, after a time, they made me play naked. As soon as I got away from one, the other would catch me, grope me, and kiss my mouth until I gasped.
Once, I refused to run.
“Spank her and put her back in the belt,” Leif suggested, and Brokk tipped me over his knees, turning my bottom red before locking me up. Then he tied my arms around my back and made me march to where Leif waited with the pack.
“We should bind your legs, too,” Leif laughed. “So you have to hop, like a real rabbit.”
“No.” Brokk ran his hand over my bare flesh. “She might hurt herself.”
They had me kneel and fed me their cocks again then had me eat more meat and apples. I sat first on Leif’s, and then Brokk’s lap. For all Brokk’s concern, his fingers were merciless, running up and down from my hips to my breasts, tugging my nipples, kissing my neck, and nuzzling me with his stubble-roughened face.
“Please,” I said when Brokk fondled the slippery flesh around the metal belt.
Again, the warriors released the belt and laid me down on the springy heather.
“You will not touch yourself. Only we may touch,” Brokk told me, and explored each curve and crevice until I writhed and shivered with pleasure.
A smile crossed his stone face when he brought a glistening hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.
“My turn.” Leif put his mouth between my legs. My hands dug into his hair until Brokk pried them free and held my wrists down.
