Sven bumped into me. “Come on Helmut. The rolls will get cold.”
I turned my head towards the door and sniffed again. This was where the girl from the ticket line was staying. I could smell the subtle bouquet of her sex through the door. She was in heat. She had a burning need to be mounted, filled by a strong male and his seed. My cock twitched in my jeans, eagerly filling to get the process underway. But she wasn’t here. No sound came from beyond the door. “Clarissa,” I whispered.
“Oh?” Sven said, turning towards the door. “Oh,” he said, his head turning slightly. I could see his pulse quicken, his carotid vein pumping faster along his neck. He met my eyes. “The chase continues,” he said, sauntering off down the hallway towards the dining car.
“Welcome to the dining car, madame,” the waiter said. His black ensemble and white gloves were impeccable. He had a thin pencil mustache and black parted hair. “Will you be joining us?”
The train car was completely empty. “Yes. Am I early?”
“No, madame. You’re simply the first!” he said with a flourish.
I giggled.
“Let me escort you to our very best table,” he said, offering his elbow.
I took it, feeling like a princess at a royal ball. Beneath us the train trundled along the tracks with a steady thrum-thrum vibration. He lead me to a table set up against a window to offer the eaters a view of the countryside.
“Wow, this is beautiful,” I said. Outside, I could see the moonlit landscape rushing past. Sleepy little hamlets, and every now and then a farmhouse with a chimney piping up smoke. A full moon blanketed the whole vista with a blueish light.
“As you say,” he said, pulling out my seat for me. “I will return with the menu.”
I’d always heard my friends in high school talk about their trips to Europe and how amazing it was. I always thought they were full of shit, but now I could see how magical it was. The kind of place where anything could happen.
The kind of place where your sails could find wind.
I heard footsteps approach from behind me, and I reached my hand back to take the menu from the waiter. My hand brushed up against thick denim, stretched taut over a prominent bulge.
I looked up and saw Helmut standing over me. Scandalously close. His gold eyes looked down at me, hotly. Locked onto me. The same feeling I had back in the ticket line came over me now. The fear of the rabbit that sees the wolf. The fear of knowing that you’ve been seen, perhaps for the first time in your life.
“Hello, Clarissa.” He said, still looking down at me.
I realized my hand had frozen in place, touching his crotch. I snapped out of it, my face burning in embarrassment, my pussy burning with excitement. “Hi Helmut,” I managed. I felt a presence on my other side. “Hi Sven,” I said without turning.
“You look lovely, Clarissa,” Sven said.
Both men took seats to either side of me. I did not invite them, but it seemed like we were past that point. I was sandwiched between these two gorgeous studs. My legs wanted to clamp shut. My legs wants to fall open. It took all my might not to squirm in my seat.
“So how have you found Norway so far?” Helmut said.
“It’s wonderful. I haven’t seen much of it yet, though. So it’s all very mysterious,” I said.
“May it continue to be so for as long as possible,” Sven said with a wink. Eyes like two gold coins that burned from the inside.
“What’s it like? Being a Shifter?” I said.
“I don’t know. It’s all we’ve ever known. What’s it like not being one?” Helmut said.
“It’s complicated,” Sven said.
“Everyone says their life is complicated. That’s a cop-out.” I said.
The two men looked at each other, puzzled.
“Cop-out?” Helmut said.
“Like an excuse,” I said.
“I don’t make excuses,” Helmut responded. “Though what you say is fair. We live our lives with all the same responsibilities and desires as you. But on top of that we’ve also got our pack to worry about.”
“Eh, it’s just a big family,” Sven said, taking a sip of water.
“But a family that needs leadership,” Helmut said.
“What happens if your pack doesn’t have leadership?” I said.
“We descend into chaos. That’s what we’re trying to prevent,” Sven said. His smile had faded. “Clarissa, Helmut is my pack leader. He is the Alpha, the first among all of us. He comes from a proud heritage, strong blood.”
“You are too kind, friend,” Helmut responded. “Sven is my Omega, my rock of stability and reflection. As well as my Seneschal.”
“Your what?” I asked. This was all so exciting. My pulse was racing, my heart beating in my chest. Not only were these men gorgeous Shifters, they were nobility!
“A Seneschal is someone who takes on the…physical obstacles on behalf of the pack,” Sven said. He unbuttoned his sleeve and pulled it back. His black tribal tattoos ran from his wrists all the way up his arm. Deep white scars ran all over his arm. Slices of flesh missing. Deep gouges. Fang punctures.
I gasped.
A chuckle came from the other side, “You’d think Sven had a tough time of it, but you don’t want to see his foes. Our pack’s position is always under threat. Challengers are only replaced by more challengers. He is my shield.”
“But our trinity is not complete, Clarissa,” Sven said, buttoning his sleeve.
“Your trinity?” I looked down and was shocked to see the menu in front of me. The waiter knew when to make himself scarce.
“Clarissa, every pack needs three leaders. That was our mission. We had to find…” Sven said, trailing off.
“A mate,” Helmut finished.
That word sent shivers down my spine and lightning through my sex. A title so perfectly direct. So straight to the point. “That does sound complicated. Did you find someone?”
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter said, appearing out of thin air. I made to wave him off, but Sven spoke before I could.
“Three deluxe dinners, please,” he said, handing the menus back to the waiter, who walked off.
“But I wanted a salad,” I said, lying. Whatever they were cooking smelled amazing. But a lady has to watch what she eats in front of men.
“Nonsense,” Sven said. “You’re going to need your energy.”
I looked over to Helmut, and his eyes took me in hungrily.
My nerves were a mess. I knew this was inappropriate. I knew Sven and I were intimidating. I knew everything we were saying was just too much to handle. Too much to understand. It was overwhelming for a Shifter female. For a normal female, it must’ve sounded like madness.
But the bestial part of me didn’t care. The words came out of my mouth, the sounds we make in civilized society to communicate. But in the deep forests, away from all this, we communicate with our bodies. With our scents. With our actions. The hunter did not lie to his prey: they both knew the stakes.
This part of me was on edge. It wasn’t like the last few women we’d found. Shifter females, practically princesses from other packs, all raised on expectations of greatness. None of them had been a fit. None of them had called out to my bestial side. None of them had that special quality.
As we ate our conversation turned to more mundane topics. Clarissa had a defiance in her, a bravery. This was a special trait, a fierceness that every pack leadership needed. But I could sense that it was buried, hidden beneath layers of social norms and expectations.
I couldn’t keep my mind straight. I tried to follow the conversation, but it was useless. My mind was dominated by my primal need. Her scent filled my nose, and in my mind I could picture her puffy sex, wet and eager for us.
“Hahaha! Seriously? Lady Gaga?” Clarissa couldn’t contain her laughter.
“Her music is wonderful,” Sven said, trying to be brave in light of her rebuff. “At least I think it is.”
“You poor guys ne
ed some real musical education,” she said, turning to smile at me. Her eyes held so much happiness. So much carefree joy.
I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met, electricity arcing between us. I grabbed her head and pulled her ear next to my mouth. “We need you, Clarissa. If I can’t have you, I’ll die.” My knee pressed in against hers, and hers pressed back against mine. Her legs spreading, the smell of her excited sex wafted up to my nose, driving me wild.
On the other side of her, I could see Sven’s hand dip under the table. Her gasp told me what he was doing. Her eyes went half lidded, lust clouding her brain. The same primal need bloomed inside her.
“I’m yours,” she said, her teeth grazing my chin.
It was all a blur. We’d gotten up from the table, Sven throwing a handful of money down to cover our bill. Without a word spoken we were heading back towards the private train cars.
Sven lead the way, and I was right behind him, watching his shoulders take up nearly the entire width of the hallway. Helmut was close behind me, small growls coming from him. I turned my head to see him watching my thick ass. I gave it a little more swish, enjoying the bulging of his eyes and crotch.
“Excuse us,” a man said as he and his wife came down the other end of the hall. We stepped to the side to give them room. Helmut stepped up right behind me, pressing himself into me. His nose went into my hair, inhaling deeply. I felt the bulge in his pants press up between my butt cheeks. I bit my lip, the anticipation almost too much to take.
I didn’t tell them which room was mine, but they knew which one it was. Sven opened the door and we all walked in. I spun around to take in these two tall hunks.
“Clarissa, how are you so beautiful?” Helmut said, his eyes undressing me. “I can’t wait to mount you.”
“Aye, friend. Do you see those lips? So full, so soft. I wonder how wide she can stretch them,” Sven said.
My pussy practically burst at their words. I don’t know if it’s possible to come just from someone’s words but these two guys were getting me extremely close. “I’m afraid I might wear you two boys out. Are you sure you’re going to be able to keep up with me?”
“We’re going to take you every way it’s possible. We’re going to know you as well as any mate can be known. You’ll be exhausted and oozing our seed. Then you will be mated to us, a member of our pack. Forever.” Helmut said, stepping closer.
“Too many words,” I said as I tilted my mouth up to his. My lips met his, both our mouths opening so our tongues could do savage battle. I tasted him, tasted his urgency and his desire for me. I smelled his cheek, some mix of expensive cologne and wilderness.
His hands went all over my body, stopping to squeeze my tits. “You have other clothes with you?” he said between grunts.
“Yes,” I said, my eyes closed as I kissed my way down his neck. I felt a strong force tighten across my torso then release as he pulled my clothes off my body. They shredded in his hands like they were made of wet paper towels.
“I hate clothes,” he said, his mouth dipping down to take my nipple into his greedy mouth. The outline of his prick was clearly visible in his jeans, and he pressed it powerfully into my stomach, rubbing it like a beast in need of relief.
I looked over at Sven,”Are you going to join us?”
“Yes, but the Alpha is the first among us. He will take his share first, “ he said, his eyes on my naked bosom. “The Seneschal’s place is to stand guard while he takes the mate. Then we will both have our fill of you.” His hand went to the strained tent in his pant, giving some attention to his hard member.
A growl came from Helmut as his hands roughly pulled my yoga pants down, my sodden panties following as well. My cleanly shaven kitty stood proudly, glistening with my desire for these men and what I needed them to do with me. What I needed them to do to me.
I intertwined my hand in his hair, pinning his mouth against my nipple. He sucked me in, grazing his teeth against my sensitive peak. His tongue lashed out, driving me wild.
His hand grabbed the inside of my thigh, squeezing it with incredible pressure. It travelled upwards, a thick finger running along the very edge of my slit. “You’re wet. Eager for me, like a bitch in heat.”
His words rocked through me, fueling my desire. I’d never had a man who knew me like this, who could say things that drove me wild like this. I could feel my pussy get wetter, more of my juices leaking out to cover his fingers.
“How wet is she?” Sven called from door. He licked his lips as Helmut held up his fingers, a wet string of my desire hanging between two fingers. “My god.”
Helmut’s finger went back to my mound, finding my swollen clit with ease. He began rubbing tiny circles on it, matching the swirling he did with his tongue on my nipple.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I squealed as I came. A pulse of light ignited through me, from toes to fingertips. I bit down on his neck, hard. My pussy spasmed, my knees gave out. I would have fallen over had his hand not kept locked against him.
“You’re going to wear her out,” Sven said, a bit of anger in his voice. “My need is great, too, pack leader.”
Helmut’s mouth released my nipple. “Do you think to rush me? Or perhaps you want to challenge my right to take her first?” He stood, turning towards Sven.
Sven growled, long and slow.
I could see these two men riding the knife’s edge of lust and power. Their primal needs were clouding their minds and threatened to have explosive consequences. “It’s the two of you that will be worn our before the night is over.” I dropped to my knees in front of Helmut.
“May I service my Alpha?” I said, looking up at him as my hands went to his button fly.
He looked down at me with an air of cool arrogance. I understood why he ruled his pack: his force of personality wouldn’t have it any other way. As the last button came out, his full length was freed. At least nine inches of him hung down, thick and hot.
I let it softly rub against my cheeks, the bulbous head trailing a smear of his seed across my face. In fact the whole head was shimmering in wet sexual desire. It smelled of musk and pine needles. His balls hung heavy, massive stones in a hairy silken sack.
His golden eyes looked down at me. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.
My pussy twitched at his force of will. I obeyed, my jaw dropping, stretching wide. His purple crown passed between my lips, a large pale snake extending from below my nose to his furry crotch. He tasted savory, his seed virile and full of power. I relished it, my tongue working him as my lips clamped down to suck.
He closed his eyes, his head going back, “Yes, suck your Alpha’s cock.” His breathing was slow, deliberate. He was enjoying every moment of this.
My hands went to the bottom of his ass, enjoying a little grope while my mouth bobbed up and down. Every drop of pre-cum I swallowed was replaced by more, his balls churning out a continuous supply.
“You look amazing Clarissa,” Sven said from the other side of the room.
I glanced left and saw him with his pants down, stroking his length. His powerful arms, flexed, his tattoos dancing as he pumped and pumped. Beads of pearly fluid dropped from the end of his manhood again and again.
I pulled my mouth off Helmut. “Don’t waste that,” I said in my best faux reprimand voice. I swallowed and turned to resume servicing Helmut.
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