Jane crawled out of the water onto the bank of the river, she was shivering violently but greeted by a gentle and warm breeze. The water felt good, but quelled nothing, she still felt restless and unsatisfied. She stood on the edge for a while, rubbing her arms and legs trying to dry herself off. But sooner or later she would have to try and find her way back. Clothes or not. The water droplets on her skin refracted the moonlight, and she looked, from far away, like she was actually glowing.
There had to be some way to get back, some path that she would recognize. This was a state park, after all. There must be marked trails or signposts. Jane wasn’t exactly the most modest person. She didn’t mind walking through the woods completely nude. But she did have her boots to worry about. She had bought them specially for the trip. And Todd never liked her wearing his shirts, much less losing them on the bank of the river. The further she walked into the woods, the more and more at home she felt in her bare skin.
Ulric led the group through the forest. They were quiet for their size, for they knew exactly where to step to make the least amount of noise. They grabbed branches above, swinging over the paths to move quicker, all the while smelling everything for miles. Suddenly, Ulric saw Bertolf stop in his tracks. Ulric moved closer and saw that Bertolf had spotted human footprints. He leaned down to get the hearty scent from the trail and his nostrils flared. He grunted deeply, and then pointed in the direction of the trail.
Jane was sure she had seen this trail before. Or had she? How long had she even been away from the camp? She looked up and saw the moon, on the opposite side of the sky, but no hint of morning. She felt her feet sink far into the soil of the trail, almost causing her to trip on the uneven ground. She looked down to see tracks, some kind of animal, she was unsure of what type. But when she moved her feet she saw how large the tracks really were. She gasped suddenly as she heard a quiet groan.
“Todd, is that you?”
There was a rustle, but no response. She started to get more sensitive. She felt her hairs standing on end, a wave of sensation going up and down her body. Like the wind, if the wind had large soft hands.
“George? Manny? It’s not funny anymore.”
Still no reply. Her scalp began to tingle. Every hair on her tiny body stood on end.
“Ok, you win. Seriously you guys, come out already. I’ll do whatever you want. You really win this time.”
Jane turned around in circles, and saw three massive shadows moving towards her. They were too big to be any of her friends. They were too big to be any human, she thought. And as they moved closer, they became bigger than any animal she had ever seen.
“Who are you,” she said, trembling. “What do you want?”
By the time they were in full view of the moonlight, standing on their hind legs, Jane was too scared to say anything at all coherent. She looked them all up and down, thinking she was hallucinating or something even worse. But even in her fog, in her nakedness and fear and chill, she knew what they wanted. She could tell just by looking. Leading them forth, in front of each of the brothers, were their massive werewolf erections. They moved slowly inward towards her, until she could only gape open her mouth at their size and their clear intention.
By now she should have been crying. If she was anyone else, or if she was at any other time in her life, she would have been scared, falling to the floor to beg for her life or play dead or wish she was dead already. But the feelings Jane felt were something much different, and much more familiar. She felt hot all over. She felt hungry, like she had been earlier in the evening and more than she had ever been before. She felt her pussy getting wet and her mouth drooling. Deep down she wanted whatever was about to happen.
There was no discussion. Each of the brothers drew themselves toward the woman at a different angle, as if they all knew exactly how to share. As if they had done this many times before. Ulric, who was clearly the leader, charged at her from the front. He jumped on her and brought her down on to her back, laying them both down on the forest floor as he slid his animal phallus into her aching pussy in one fluid motion.
Her pussy stretched and spasmed around his enormous cock. He pressed himself on top of her tiny body, pinning her to the ground as he thrusted into her warm soaking crevice. Jane's senses were overloaded, all she could smell was the dirty musk of his thick fur pressed into her nostrils. She couldn't fight the pleasure emanating from her pussy as the werewolf filled her more than she had ever experienced with any man.
Bertolf approached and grunted loudly, signaling Ulric to remember the others. Suddenly Ulric grabbed Jane around the torso and, without leaving her pussy, flipped her over on top of him, his back to the ground now. She continued to buck her hips into his body as he grabbed her and forced her along his swollen shaft.
Bertolf knelt behind her and pushed her over onto Urlic's chest, exposing her tight little ass, her puckered hole was glistening in the moonlight. The werewolf brought his huge rough tongue to her bottom and began to lick her ass, the sensation almost brought Jane to tears. The feeling of his hot wet tongue massaging her sensitive ass hole was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The feeling was so intense that she quickly forgot about the fact that he was only liking her to prepare her for penetration.
Suddenly he stopped licking and sat up and began to press his cock to her ass. He entered her twitching hole from behind, finding her ass pleasurably virgin-tight, and thanks to his licking it was almost as wet as her cunt.
Zeff padded over to the girl’s face, dangling his monster cock in front of her lips. Usually he was used to having to pry them open at this point, the women being so concentrated on what was happening in her bottom half. But Jane was all there, all ready, licking her lips and opening her mouth as wide as it would go. Her mouth was moist, heated, and he fell into it. Almost entirely. She was soaring in the warmth, the wetness, lost in the hairy flesh and the padding against her lips. The taste was metallic, and she rubbed her tongue around the massive dick that reached all the way into her swollen throat. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the furry base of the cock, needing both hands to handle his girth. She twisted around and squeezed, wanting to bring the beast to his knees.
For the first time, Jane felt completely full. She felt like she was losing control of her insides. She felt like she was expanding to take in the giant invasions. The slick tissue of her feminine membrane was there to guide each of the cocks into her most precious holes. The sounds issuing from the mouths of the wolves was like something out of a nightmare, but she was hearing it this time in a different light, with almost a different body. It sounded like the earth was talking into her hear, telling her to suck harder. To buck more fiercely, to open herself even more than she was now.
For every naked pore Jane had, they had twice the fur. They were polar opposites. She was a small, smooth, curving, wet, cavernous being full of light. They were massive, hairy, hard, forced into angles, sucking darkness from the depths of the forest and thrusting it into her until she felt as though the colors themselves were beginning to drown her from the inside out.
Suddenly, she felt each of them pulling out of her. She opened her eyes, feeling desperately empty and unfinished and wondering what possibly could have made them change their minds. But before she could get further into her doubt, she felt them all reach to flip her body over and around, rotating her so they could take turns entering her different holes. She was filled up once again, her mouth now filled with the familiar taste of her own pussy juice, sweet and cut by the hard flavor of the second dick to enter her mouth.
She sucked herself off of him and swallowed before taking the full length of him into her mouth. The brothers below were having no trouble getting themselves into her, despite their size. She squeezed the muscled of her cunt and her ass at the same time, sending them into spirals of early pleasure. But they had miles left to go. By now, Todd would have cum three times over. But these animals had more man in them than Todd ever would. And now, J
ane had more man in her than she ever dreamed possible. And more animal in her than she could have imagined, even in her kinkiest fantasies.
All at once, Jane felt her energy being depleted. She was waning, the tone in her muscles was exhausted from being so tense, so hard and flexed. The energy of her limbs and her tongue, thrashing, so violently but so controlled, began to weaken. There was only so much she could take, it seemed, and she was reaching the ceiling of her own pleasure.
At that moment, she lost all control. She was nearly floating, held up by the pressure and support of the three giant dicks invading her most intimate and sacred places. Just as she thought she would dissolve right into thin air, she felt every pore of her body convulse in a spectacular wave or orgasmic pleasure. Her whole body was on fire. Riding wave after wave, gripping on and sliding off of each cock being driven into her space.
The moon looked brighter and closer, imposing and inviting at the same time. She felt a power, an energy welling up inside her that was like no drug she had ever taken. She felt like she could take on the world, and with that she used every inch of her skin to vibrate herself from the inside out.
One by one, the brothers began to feel her vibrations and brought themselves to their ferocious sexual climaxes. First was the cock in her mouth, pulsing and fucking her in the back of the throat as she prepared herself to take him in, to swallow whatever he had to offer. He came, not in spurts, but in one swift blow, the pressure of the load nearly choked her as she struggled to swallow as much of the foul seed as she could. She barely got a taste, as it went down her throat as fast as she could drink it, gasping for breath, and as he pulled himself out of her for the last time, she kept her wet tongue out to give it a long lick goodbye.
Down on her other half, the brothers were thrusting in rhythm, both of them struggling to keep on their toes while she grabbed at them with her well-trained interior muscles. Jane looked down to see them brace themselves against the nearest trees, their long sinewy arm muscles reflecting the sweat by the light of the moon.
In concert, she felt their animal members welling up with an ungodly amount of cum, and as they let loose inside of her, she felt a rush of warmth that extended through to her very core. She was completely exhausted both physically and mentally. The last thing she remembered was looking up at the bright blue harvest moon, and seeing the shadows of the three faces of the brothers looking down at her naked, worn out body as she closed her eyes.
When Jane woke up, she felt the natural but unfamiliar sensation of stone underneath her body. How long had she been out? Where was she? Why did her body feel like it had been run over by a truck? She tried to move, but every inch of muscle in her body was tired, and still tingling. She felt her pussy, trying to determine what had happened there, but she got only the feeling that she had been well taken care of, whatever had happened to her.
As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see that it was still night time, but also that she was inside some sort of cave now. Shadowy figures moved about in the distance, but nothing came towards her, anyway she was too tired to be afraid. She didn’t know where she was or where she had been, but she had the feeling that she was safe. So she lay back down on the smooth ground and closed her eyes once more.
“You must have done something pretty spectacular to be back here.”
Jane sat up, and saw a womanly figure sitting near her. The more she looked, the more she realized it was a woman, though she was old and looked worn, she was still quite beautiful. Her hair was wild and unkempt and her clothes looked like they were made out of leaves, or taken right out of the ground.
“Who are you?” Jane said. “And where am I?”
“Do you remember what happened to you last night?”
Jane tried hard to remember, and slowly, pieces came back to her. The wolves. The shivering. Her own nakedness summoning such an experience through the trees. The vibrations of the wind on her skin.
“You were chosen,” the woman said. “You are one of the lucky ones.”
Jane didn’t need to ask what she meant. Having been so closely tied with those creatures for what felt like hours only the night before, Jane knew that their hulking bodies were capable of more than just lust and sex. They were capable of harm and destruction.
“I am Rachel,” the woman said. “I was in your position once, and I never looked back. I built a life here. There was no other way for me to be happy, and since that time I have been the most fulfilled woman in all the world.”
Jane must have looked suspicious, or at the very least a little scared, for Rachel reached her hands over to Jane’s shoulders to comfort her.
“First let’s get you some clothes, and then I’ll tell you all about it.”
As they walked through the cave, Jane passed by several makeshift beds full of couples, some animal some human, laying dazed in the piles of leaves and pelts. Rachel told Jane the story of her own forest adventure. How she begged to be let in. How much she had to sacrifice, but how much it had been worth it. She told her about the ways her partner could satisfy her that no man ever could. As they made their way through the cavernous chambers and hallways, they came across a man, sitting up, looking a little shaken. Jane looked at him as though she had seen him before. Somewhere, maybe in a dream.
“Jane,” said Rachel. “This is my son, Ulric. I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted.”
Jane stumbled towards the handsome man, and sat down next to him on the palette.
“I’m sorry, have we met before?”
Ulric smiled, and Jane noticed his teeth were unnaturally white and they looked almost as if they came to a point. She looked the man over, and reached out her hand as if he belonged to her, running her fingers along the muscles of his arms, then his chest. He was covered in thick black hair, but beneath Jane could still see the smooth skin glistening with sweat. She put her hands through his thick mane of hair, and as she leaned closer, the man reached over and kissed her on the lips.
In that moment, Jane knew. She had tasted his flesh, and her mind rushed back to the night before, and his taste that she had known in her mouth, and when his monstrous cock that had penetrated her most feminine orifice.
“It was you!” she said, pulling away. “You were there. But how did you end up like this?”
She had so many questions, but sitting across from the man who had given her so much energy, so much pleasure, she began to feel the questions falling away. She felt the blood pumping through her cunt, as if her heartbeat had dropped down between her legs for good. She felt everything situated on that one tiny organ, her clit pulsing with desire for this wolf-man who was sitting across from her. Who she already had tasted, but wanted more.
Before she could even tell him what she wanted, Ulric pushed her legs apart and moved his mouth down to her pulsing center. He looked into her eyes and then moved his head down to lap at her wet cunt, making crude and sensuous animal noises on the way down. He stuck his great thick fingers one at a time into her hole, pushing in and out as he licked ferociously at her engorged clit.
She fell back against the stone floor, moaning, hearing herself and the sounds of Ulric’s slick tongue echoing throughout the cave. Inside her, his hands felt like paws. The pads ran against the inside walls of her sex, bringing her to a place she had never been before.
How intimate, she thought, to know someone in all their forms, to see it played out in such a physical and sexual way that you may almost be with two people at once. She knew that she would never go back to her normal life again.
Rachel was right, this is where she was meant to be.
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The following is an excerpt from the next episode in the Impregnated By Wolves Series - The Wolves' Breeding Trap
Gemma is beginning to wonder if her way of lif
e is truly making her happy. She has a five-year plan with her husband to have kids and advance her law career, but everything is so calculated - including her vanilla sex life. She travels alone into the Appalachian mountains to do some soul searching, to prove to herself that she is strong and independent, to find her wild side once again. She ventures off of the trail and unknowingly enters the wolves' territory during mating season. She is awakened by a beast who wants nothing more than to fill her human body with his feral seed. And he isn't alone.
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
The next thing Gemma knew she was being ushered into the fold; feeling high on the fumes she tried to take it all in. She was unconcerned when she was stripped of her yoga clothes and a thick furry covering of pelt became her garb. A mask was slipped over her face and the night spun into a haze from there on.
Gemma didn’t know if she volunteered or had been corralled into the center of the room, but she was being covered by bright crimson liquid. The smell was not toxic, it was unlike paint altogether. She realized it was some kind of berry mix, natural and probably aphrodisiacal. Completely naked except for the thick red berry covering she found herself facing a tall thin man in the center of the barn. She licked her lips taking in the fruity aura and anticipating the thrill of public spectacle. Both sets of her lips were tingling; with her tongue and clit twitching she moved towards her partner, who was painted leafy green.
The very first touch, a graze of the arm was electric, something Gemma had never experienced in decades of dating and missionary sex. This savage ritual was sending her swirling up to a new level of sensation. The surrounding crowd became silent, light wind from the mountains joined an atmosphere buzzing with anticipation. She felt both free, and in front of the world’s largest audience, about to fuck a stranger on stage at the Super Bowl. She was ready to perform; she had been moved by the moment and music of the ritual.
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