by Lee Savino
I started pacing at the mouth of the cave, staring at the restless forest beyond the waves of rain.
“Restless, Sabine?” Maddox called to me. “We can find something for you to do.” When I whirled, hands on hips, he added, “Unless last night wrung all the lust out of your delicious body. No,” he raised a finger. “Don’t lie. We can smell you from here.”
“Fine. I want you. Both of you.” I raised my chin. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“Someday we will punish you for lying--not just to us, but to yourself. Until then, you suffer enough, denying what you want.”
“And what do I want?” As soon as I spoke it, I knew how dangerous the question was.
Maddox set down his work and came to me. “Everything. You want everything.”
“And we pledge the same to you.” Ragnvald hadn’t lost his look of fierce concentration but he no longer directed it towards the fire. “Everything we have to give is yours.”
I made a show of glancing around the cave. “As much as I...enjoy your company, once you are healed, I’d prefer to return to the village.”
“And what waits for you there?” Maddox asked. “A life of drudgery? Marry a brute, bear him fifteen squalling babes, hoping a handful live?”
I pressed my lips together.
“Sabine. You can be more. We can be more.”
I shook my head. “I can’t...please.”
“Maddox,” Ragnvald sounded tired. “Let her alone.”
“Very well. I will leave it...for now. There are more interesting things to attend to.” His smile turned playful. “For one, there is the matter of your punishment.”
“Punishment? Beyond this exile?” I waved my hand about, even though the cave had become an almost pleasant place. “What else will you do to me? Chain me up outside in the rain?”
“Of course not,” Maddox scoffed. “Who would warm our cocks tonight?”
I threw a pelt at his head, and he caught it.
“Certainly not me.”
He tapped his nose. “Another lie. Just the mention of punishment is enough to get you excited. I wonder why that is?”
Crossing my arms in front of me, I decided to play along. Need pulsed through my core, not the heat of the moon, but a different, earthier feeling, as if last night had only opened the door to desire, and given me a taste of what I could have. A raindrop, and now I wanted an ocean.
“Very well. I’m curious. What are you disciplining me for?”
“Earlier, you denied belonging to us. You are ours, Sabine, and it’s time you learned what that means.”
He backed away and nodded to Ragnvald. Their mood was light, jovial, as if they were playing a well scripted game. Neither smiled, though.
“You are under our care. If you misbehave, there will be consequences.”
“Consequences.’
“The pack relies on a careful balance of power,” Ragnvald said. “Those who challenge someone stronger get put in their place. But females are rare. They are often weaker and must be treasured. Human mates are the weakest of all. So werewolves discipline their mates differently.”
“You’ll beat me, then?”
“Not exactly.”
“What then?”
Maddox pounced. I found myself face down over his lap my gunna around my waist. I kicked wildly. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you how you will be punished.” He smoothed a hand over my bottom and squeezed each cheek.
“Stop it!”
My struggles only resulted in him pinning my legs under one of his and securing my hands in the small of my back. My feet fluttered as he caressed my bottom and then brought his hand down, hard.
My outrage echoed through the cavern. I tried twisting and Maddox held me further.
“That’s one,” he said, and smacked me again, harder. This time it stung.
“That’s enough!”
“No, that’s two.”
Ragnvald laughed. I cursed at him, and gasped when Maddox let fly a flurry of smacks that had me dancing on my belly. The sting wasn’t unbearable, but the humiliation of being pinned and punished like a naughty child was.
“I will kill you, wolf.”
Maddox responded by slapping the tops of my thighs. The pain on my sensitive flesh brought tears to my eyes, and I found it wise to say silent.
“Think she’s learned her lesson?”
“I will ask her,” Maddox said. “Will you obey us, Sabine? You may not speak, only nod.”
“I--”
A fresh volley on my bare bottom had me gritting my teeth,.
“Let’s try that again. Will you obey? You do not have permission to speak.”
I jerked my head, once.
“Good girl.”
He didn’t stop spanking me, but varied the blows. They came hard and fast, sharp and slow, on all quadrants of my rounded bottom. My least favorite were the smacks to the tender tops of my thighs. I no longer fought, but try as I might I couldn’t anticipate the blows.
I tensed as Maddox chopped his hand down repeatedly on one spot until it was warm, and then the other.
“Breathe, Sabine,” he ordered, and I realized I’d been holding my breath and let it out in a rush.
Let go, something inside me whispered.
I relaxed under the onslaught, and immediately a sense of peace filled my body. These were my men and they would not hurt me.
Maddox must have sensed my surrender, for he stopped and squeezed my bottom cheeks, pushing the sense of euphoria higher.
“You’re doing so well. And your bottom is a nice, pleasing pink.” He added two sharp volleys on my sit spots. Pain rushed into my head, and morphed, turning into something more. My cunt ached, open, needy.
I cried out, pushing into his hand as it curved on my bottom.
He cupped it, enjoying the heat, but his fingers dipped between my legs and I moaned again. My back arched, seeking his touch.
“By the moon,” he breathed. “You’re soaked.”
Ragnvald laughed.
As soon as he let go, I twisted in his arms, hands like claws to attack him. He caught me easily, and stared at me in surprise as I snapped my teeth and growled in his face. My struggles grew and his hands tightened on my wrists.
“Stop it, he ordered,” and when that didn’t calm me, he flipped me to my back and pinned me that way.
My hips rose up, begging. I whined and panted, a wanton, wild creature made of desire.
“Looks like you unleashed the wolf in her,” Ragnvald chuckled. “I can smell her musk from here.”
Holding me down under him, Maddox stared at me. I bared my teeth but didn’t speak. I didn’t need to speak.
“What are you going to do with her?” I heard Ragnvald moving closer.
“Fuck her,” Maddox’s deep voice made me clench with need. “Fuck her hard.” His body dropped onto mine, pressing against the right spots with delicious intent.
“Is this what you want?” His hips swiveled, and his cock ground against my center. “You may speak.”
“Yes,” I whined. “Please.”
“You were bad, attacking me. What do you call a little one who bites her master?”
“Bad. I’m very bad.” I’d admit anything if he’d keep the movement of his hips against mine. “Please…”
“What do you deserve?”
“Punishment.”
“You enjoyed the last one too much. It didn’t teach you at all.”
“Perhaps a different punishment then,” Ragnvald suggested.
Maddox flipped me over. “All fours, Sabine. Push your bottom up into the air.”
I waited like that until something cool spread in the crevice of my bottom. I leaped forward. “What’s that?”
“No,” Maddox’s hand cracked on my bare cheek. “Hands and knees. You will obey.”
Reluctantly I knelt again. Maddox pulled my gown over my head while Ragnvald busied himself behind me.
“Deep b
reath, Sabine. In and out.” Something pushed against my back pucker, burning and then popping in. “This will stretch you for us, so that one day we might claim you together.”
I moaned at the strange sensation, but my cunt dripped in readiness. “Please fuck me.”
“Please me first,” Maddox presented his cock to my lips. I sucked him down, working as hard as I could. The place between my legs felt so empty.
Ragnvald twisted the bulb in my backside, pushing and pulling, stretching me until I felt a flicker of sensation there.
“Focus,” Maddox caught my head. “Give me pleasure.”
“I’m going to spank you now.” Ragnvald said. “Bite him, and we’ll hang you by your wrists from a tree outside and whip you up and down until every part of you is striped. Understand?”
I nodded. With a hand in my hair, he guided me to swallow Maddox down. As I sucked, Ragnvald’s hard palm caught the underside of my bottom, pushing me forward. The swats stung, but were bearable. I bobbed my head obediently as Ragnvald punished me. My pussy throbbed and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, please,” I gurgled around Maddox’s cock.
Ragnvald knelt behind me and grabbed my hair, drawing it back. “The plug stays in.” He sank into my wetness, blissfully deep.
The warriors moved together, one at my back and one at my mouth. The plug made me feel full to bursting.
Moans shook me, shuddering, using my tongue on Maddox’ cock.
“Subdue her.”
Ragnvald’s fingers bit into my hips. He cursed as he came deep inside me. I quivered barely staying on all fours.
Maddox steadied me with a hand, a gentle hand.
“Switch.”
The second I tasted myself on Ragnvald, I was lost. I went wild lapping at my own taste as if I couldn’t get enough.
“By the gods,” he breathed.
“Get ready,” Maddox warned.
“Open up,” Ragnvald had me take his still-hard cock into my mouth.
Maddox braced my hips and then began to pound into me.
On the second stroke, I came. Frantic, I gurgled around Ragnvald’s cock and he pulled out. Gasping, I dropped my head and hung on for dear life.
“This is how we fuck naughty ones who forget their place. On your hands and knees, helpless.”
I rocked forward with each thrust. My fists gripped the pelts but did little to stop me from plowing forward. One orgasm gone and past, I sped towards the next, my cunt sucking Maddox in greedily, my bottom rising back, arching to take more in.
Ragnvald’s cock danced in front of me, smacking my cheeks before he gripped it and stroked it.
Maddox grunted. Bathed my bottom with his cum.
“You’re lucky. Next time we punish you, we’ll fuck you and leave our seed drying on your skin. You will get no pleasure, just scent of our release.” He smacked my bottom in warning, but I only purred in satisfaction.
*
That night, the men never stopped touching me, and barely let me stand on my own. While Maddox roasted meat, Ragnvald held me on his lap and gave me sips from the horn he held. The drink tasted rich and heady, and I soon grew giddy. When the food was done, Maddox fed me choice scraps and made me lick his fingers. I wrapped my tongue around each digit, giggling at the game.
As the moon grew high, I lay on a pelt between them. Maddox rubbed my feet and Ragnvald stroked my hair as they sat and told stories of their past. The wind blew up some sparks and I lifted my hand as if I could catch them.
Ragnvald smiled down at me. “So Sabine, how do you like being a Berserkers’ consort?”
The men’s touch already sent flames licking between my legs. My voice came breathy and eager. “I am content.”
Maddox chuckled. “We’ve found the way to satisfy our woman. Spank then fuck her.” He raised my foot and kissed my toes to ease the arrogance in his tone.
“Am I your woman then?” I was too relaxed to argue.
“You have been, for sometime, or you wouldn’t have been able to heal Ragnvald.”
I supposed it was true. “How did you know I was the one? That the witch wasn’t lying to you?”
Ragnvald and Maddox exchanged glances in one of their long pauses. “Your sister.”
“Which sister? Muriel or Fleur.”
“Neither.” He paused long enough for me to guess what he would say, and for my heart to plummet to my feet in response. “Brenna.”
I sat up. “You know her? Where is she-- can you take me to her--”
“She belongs to another Berserker pack,” Ragnvald said. “Your stepfather sold her to them. They’d searched a long time, as we had for the woman a witch foretold--one marked by a wolf.”
“Marked by the wolf?” I asked, and realized in the next instant. “Her scar from the dog attack.”
“Yes. She was attacked by a wolf when she was young. The magic was strong in her and we believe drew a rabid werewolf to her. It tried to mate with her.”
“Mate with her?”
“Bite her,” he gestured to his shoulder. I realized both warriors had nipped at my shoulders during our love making. “Mating bites. She wears them now, from her true mates, the alphas that claimed her.”
My hand rested at my throat where a knot had formed. Somehow I choked out what I had believed in my heart, but never thought I’d know for sure. “She’s alive.”
“And well,” Maddox said. “She wishes to see you, too.”
“We didn’t tell you of her right away because in the past her pack and ours have quarrelled, and we knew little beyond that she lived. We’ve sent emissaries back and forth, for you and your sister’s sake.”
“When will I see her?”
“There is an assembly--a Gathering, much like the ones we had Her mates will be there. We will bring you and present you, make peace with them, and then you will be able to see your sister.”
My hand slid to my chest, where the joyful pain made it hard to breathe. Maddox slid to his knees in front of me and took my hand.
“I thought you’d taken everything away from me,” I whispered. “But...now it seems you are the ones returning it.”
“We feel the same, little one,” Ragnvald murmured at my back.
“We are your destiny,” Maddox said, and for once I did not fight his claim.
“Before we meet Brenna’s pack at the Gathering, you must meet ours.” Ragnvald told me. “They want to thank the woman who saved them.”
I agreed, and when the day dawned, I requested we go first to the stream so I could bathe and ready myself.
As I came up out of the water, wringing out my hair, I wished I had a new overdress, instead of the old tired one I’d rinsed and laid out on the bush to dry. After shrugging on my shift, I went to fetch the gunna, but it was gone.
“Looking for this?” Maddox stepped from the trees holding a gown--not my old overdress, but a new one--a lovely brocade in gold and green.
“Where did you get it?”
I noted he looked very handsome with new deerskin breeches and slicked back hair from his own dip in the pool.
“We sent a wolf to market. Can’t have you naked when you meet the pack--much as they’d enjoy it.” Maddox laid the dress down. “But first...” Lifting me, he sat on the nearest log, undid his breeches and set me on his cock. I grabbed his shoulders, arching back as he filled me. Hands on my waist, he bounced me on his thick rod until my cries echoed off the waterfall.
“What was that for?” I sagged forward after my orgasm.
“Marking you,” Ragnvald spoke from behind me.
Maddox pulled me off with a plop, and steadied me as Ragnvald bent me forward and fucked me from behind. The blond warrior pulled out at the last minute, splashing his seed on the back of my legs.
“I just bathed!” I protested.
“Aye,” Maddox said with a grin. “And now you smell like us again. And we smell like you.”
When I turned, Ragnvald had the gown ready, and he helped me
into my clothes. Both men wore new breeches and boots, though their chests were bare.
“One more gift.” Maddox tied back my hair, and Ragnvald produced a silver torc, twisted with gold filaments, that matched the arm rings they wore around their powerful biceps.
“This torc claims you as ours,” Ragnvald said, and bent it around my neck with an air of ceremony. “I pledge myself to you, Sabine of Alba. I will live and die for you, and keep you in my highest care,” he said with a light kiss, and Maddox repeated the action and the words.
“Come,” Maddox held his hand out to me. I took it, feeling joy and dread at the same time. So much had changed. I thought these warriors had ripped my life apart, but now they seemed to be working to bring my family together.
“You understand we will do what we must to protect you?” Maddox asked.
“Yes.”
Maddox nodded to Ragnvald, who continued, “There are rules you must obey, Sabine. This meeting with the pack will test you, and ready you for joining us at the Gathering. You must never disobey us in public. Keep silent, and keep your head bowed and eyes on the ground.”
I sucked in a breath. “What?”
Ragnvald spoke in a slow, serious voice. “Those are the terms. Wolves expect a level of submission from their women.”
“I am not a wolf.”
“No, but you belong to us. You are one with us, and through us you are part of the pack. You will abide by pack law, or be punished.”
I gritted my teeth. Ragnvald waited for a sharp retort that never came.
At last he nodded. “This is the final rule: you will stay behind me at all times.”
“How will I know where to go, if my eyes are on the ground?”
Lifting a small, light chain, he attached it to the torc. “You’ll follow my lead.”
“No,” I said, but he stepped away and tugged the metal tether.
I forced myself not to rail at him. “You will lead me like a dog?”
“You’re lucky it’s not on your hands and knees, like a female wolf.” Again he pulled on the lead. I grabbed it to keep from moving forward.
“I--” My words died in my throat. I wanted to see my sisters but I didn’t want to do this. “This is humiliating.”
“Wolves and warriors live and die by strict laws. Unwritten, but laws just the same. We all have to find our place in the pack. I am the leader. Even though he was an outsider at first, Maddox is stronger and smarter than the others, and he saved my life. The pack accepts him as my second.”
