by Zoe Blake
At his final pronouncement, I stood. Slowly by the light of the fire, I mentally shed the symbols of humanity. I no longer cared that I was bare before them.
“If it must be, then I want to experience you all, one last time. Here in the forest where there is no civilization, no strictures. Just us.”
Helm stood, but Beo stayed him with a grasp on his upper arm. “Steady, my brother. Grimm, what say you?”
Grimm shook his head. “Red, we cannot. If we were to all take you. If you were to accept our mingled seed inside your body. You would be bonded to us…a part of the pack.”
“I trust you to be strong. You won’t let that happen,” I whispered as I walked towards the cave, sending them an inviting look over my shoulder.
Stretching out naked on the furs, I wondered if they would stick to their convictions or join me.
They did not make me wait long.
One by one, the men prowled into the cave. Naked and ready.
“We won’t be gentle,” warned Helm.
“I don’t want you to be. If this is to be our last night, then I want to carry the marks on my body as a remembrance.”
The men growled in unison.
“On your knees,” commanded Rood.
I obeyed.
“Suck my cock.”
Wrapping my hand around his thick member, I licked my lips before opening my mouth wide. The moment the wide head slid along my tongue, I moaned at the familiar musky taste of him. As I concentrated on relaxing my throat so he could slide in deep like he’d taught me, I could feel Beo slide beneath me, positioning his legs between my open knees.
“Is this tiny pussy ready for me?” he asked huskily.
I could only groan a response as Rood’s cock pushed against the back of my throat.
Beo guided his cock to my entrance before gripping my hips. “You know how I like it, little Red.”
Knowing he enjoyed entering me in one painful thrust, my body tensed in anticipation. Using his grip on my hips, he forced my body down onto his cock. Forced me to take him to the hilt. I couldn’t stop a scream rumbling up my throat as my inner passage strained around his thick girth.
Rood growled low in his throat. “Someone make her scream again as I fuck her throat.”
Without warning, there were two harsh slaps to each of my bottom cheeks. I screamed in shock and pain.
Grimm and Canis had helpfully obliged.
As my mouth opened on the scream, Rood pushed in further. My shoulders hunched as I gagged and strained for breath. Inhaling through my nose, I could feel spittle around my bottom lip as he used my mouth, thrusting in and out with abandon.
Hands on my back, tilted me forward, pushing my face further onto Rood’s cock.
I then felt a probing finger at my back entrance. Whimpering, I did not have to look to know it was Helm.
Beo thrust to the hilt then paused as Helm began to push against my small puckered hole.
With Rood’s cock in my mouth, I could not protest or beg him to go slowly.
Despite my anxious resistance, the head of his cock popped into my bottom with ease. I could tell he had slicked his member with oil.
The warmth of his chest pressed against my back as he leaned forward. “Ask us to make it hurt,” he ground out in my ear before nipping at the lobe.
Rood pulled his cock free.
My throat was sore and swollen, my voice hoarse as I whispered, “Hurt me.”
Rood shoved his cock back deep into my throat. Grabbing me by my hair, he began to force my head up and down the long, rigid length just as Helm pushed deeper into my bottom. Breaking Rood’s grasp, I swung my head to the side and let out a low keen as the pressure of having both Beo and Helm’s shafts inside me increased. I could almost feel Helm’s cock slide up alongside Beo’s.
This. This right here is what I had begun to crave…to need. The feeling of being overwhelmed. Overpowered.
Taken.
Claimed.
Beo began to rock his cock slowly in and out of my pussy while he sucked my nipples, using the sharp edge of his teeth to gently bite at the sensitive flesh.
Helm continued to push up my tight hidden passage while taking swats at my bottom cheeks as he commanded me to open for him.
“It’s…it’s too much,” I squealed as Helm seated himself to the base with one final thrust just as Beo also pushed in deep. My body was too small. They were too big.
“You can take it. You have no choice,” ordered Grimm as he grabbed my jaw and pressed his fingers into my cheeks, forcing my mouth open wide. Rood slid back in.
“She has the warmest, wettest mouth,” groaned Rood.
All three men began a slow, rhythmic cadence. Fucking each of my holes at once. The sweet delicious pain brought my body alive. Made it hum with awareness, opening the door for all consuming pleasure.
Suspended between the three men, I blindly reached my arms out, reaching for Grimm and Canis. Each of them stepped forward and allowed me to grasp their thick lengths in my hands. Moving my hands up and down their rigid lengths, I felt a surge of competing emotions. With Rood, Beo and Helm all taking over my body, I’d felt powerless. Yet, with my hands pleasuring Grimm and Canis, I felt as if I were the one with all the power.
The air in the cave crackled with tension and high emotion. We were locked in a primal struggle. Male, female. Beast, man. Pain, pleasure. It all swirled around our writhing bodies.
By the low rumblings in their throats, I could tell all were close to completion. The thought brought my own release crashing over my body. Wave after wave of building pressure then release.
Helm sank his teeth into my shoulder as he poured his seed into my bottom passage.
Beo wrapped his arms around my middle and held me closer as his own release flooded my pussy.
Rood coated my tongue with his salty essence, ordering me to swallow his seed like his good little Red. I gladly swallowed it for him.
As the pressure inside my body eased, I concentrated on clenching my fists and pumping my hands up and down the lengths of Grimm and Canis till they both released into my palms.
We all collapsed among the soft furs. The only sound in the cave was our mingled heavy breathing.
“I need some wine,” I gasped, lying there sated.
All five men rose to retrieve wine and the warm bread I had left by the fire.
I waited till all their backs were turned.
Raising my hands, I could see both Grimm and Canis’ seed still coating my soft skin. Lowering my arms, I pressed my palms against my pussy, stifling a moan as I touched the still swollen and sensitive flesh. Biting my lower lip, I caressed myself as I pushed my fingers in deep.
Mingling their seed inside me.
I had just submitted to my true destiny.
Sacrificing myself to the wolves.
11
The forest was still covered in a frosty mist the next morning when the men began to lead me to the clearing. There were tears in my eyes as Canis secured my red cloak around my throat, making sure to raise the hood against the cold. Helm handed me my basket filled with nuts and berries.
Beo’s voice was gruff when he said, “Now remember. Don’t try to return to the forest to find us. It is far too dangerous.”
“Please don’t do this,” I whispered.
Clearing his throat, Grimm said, “Red, it is for your own good. You made a sacrifice by coming to us. It is our turn to make the greater sacrifice of returning you to your people.”
I thought of my traitorous act of disobedience the night before. Apparently, he had been wrong, mingling their seed inside my body had not bonded me to these men of whom I had grown so fond.
Rood stepped near and hugged me close. Although a man of few words, he whispered in my ear, “Don’t ever forget us, my little Red. We will hold the memory of you in our hearts for the rest of our days.”
My eyes flooded with tears which streaked down my cheeks at his beautiful words.
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bsp; Helm, the gruffest of them all, caressed my cheek as he wiped the tears away.
I took one last longing look at them. My five wolf-men. Their bright amber eyes, the only sign of their enchantment when they were not in wolf form, glowed with sorrow but most of all with conviction.
“I love you all,” I impetuously called out as I raised up on my toes and gave each one a quick kiss on the lips.
Then taking a deep breath, I turned and took my first step into the clearing. I knew my men would guard my steps and keep me safe from the dark force until I reached the security of the village gate.
If they would not allow me to stay with them, the least I could do was work to change the villagers’ minds about them, I resolved. The elders would no longer use my men as leverage for their power. I would change the villagers’ minds about the wolves.
Stretching my head back, I looked up at the imposing oak and iron door which guarded the gates of the village. Grasping the heavy metal ring, I swung it high and let it fall. A loud resounding gong would summon the gatekeeper. After a few moments, a smaller door set inside the gate, opened. A slight, beady-eyed man stepped out.
“Who disturbs this peaceful village at this hour?”
“It is Raina Reithaube, granddaughter to Elder Hildegarde Reithaube.”
“You…you’re the blood moon sacrifice!” The small elderly man croaked out in a shrill voice.
“I have survived the wolves. Now let me pass,” I ordered in my most imperious voice. My time with the wolves had given me courage and a raw sense of my own power.
In awe, the man stepped aside.
Making my way in the shade through the winding cobblestoned streets, I headed straight for the town square. Judging by the carts laden with wares and make-shift pens filled with still sleeping animals which were scattered around the square, today was market day. The square would soon be filled with villagers. Confidently, I strode to the center, standing just below the bronze statue celebrating the elders who’d first enchanted and imprisoned my wolves. Resisting the urge to spit on it, I watched as the square began to fill with curious onlookers. Instead of the harried shouts and calls of greeting you would normally hear, everyone spoke in hushed cautious tones. It was clear word of my return was spreading fast among the villagers.
When the square was nearly filled with curious on-lookers, I snatched my moment. Standing on a nearby crate of cabbage, I addressed the people.
“My dear villagers, you and the generations before you have been deceived!”
An anxious rumbling swept over the crowd.
“I am here to tell you the brave men your ancestors sent to fight the dark force all those centuries ago still live! They live inside the bodies of the wolves! They are flesh and blood men. What you see is an enchantment! They are not the violent beasts the elders will have you believe.”
“What about the blood moon sacrifice?” shouted an unknown villager from the crowd.
“What about the curse?”
“The blood moon sacrifice was created by the elders to give them the power of fear over you. The wolves have never demanded it. They have only gone along with it over the centuries out of bitterness for our abandonment of them. They don’t want your fear. They merely want your respect and appreciation for the sacrifice they made for you to keep you and your loved ones safe from the dark force.”
“They’re not really wolves?” asked a child standing near my feet.
“No. It is the curse of the enchantment which makes them appear so to humans.”
“Why should we believe what you say?”
“Has anyone ever returned from a blood moon sacrifice as I have? I have seen them in their true form.”
I could feel the energy of the crowd begin to change. Begin to question the age-old stories. Question the elders.
As I started to raise my arms to continue, I was snatched down from the wooden crate.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” raged my grandmother.
“Righting a wrong,” I fired back.
She recoiled. “What is the matter with your eyes? Why do they flash that color?”
“My eyes have been opened to you and the other elders’ wickedness,” I sneered, my lips curling back from my teeth in disgust.
“Your teeth.” My grandmother screeched as she took a step back in horror.
“Seize the Elder Reithaube! She and the others must answer for their deception!” cried someone from the crowd.
The rest of the crowd began to chant, “Seize her! Seize them all!”
My grandmother was grabbed by the arms and roughly pulled back through the crowd. “No! No! Stop! Don’t you see! She is one of them now! She is a wolf! Stop! Listen I tell you!”
The crowd was deaf to her cries.
Taking a few steps back, I retreated from the crowd as they surged forward. Curious at my grandmother’s words, I made my way to a hat shop near the edge of the square which I knew had a small oval mirror in their window display.
Upon seeing my reflection, I smiled.
It was time to return to my men.
Inhaling deeply, I took my first step into the clearing. I knew I was disobeying them. My stomach did a small anticipatory flip at the thought of what punishment I would receive from them for my disobedience. Would it be all five at once or one at a time? I wasn’t sure which way I wanted more. Biting my lower lip, I wondered if it would be Rood’s leather strap, or Beo’s birch switch or perhaps another trip to the hot spring with Helm?
My wicked thoughts distracted me till I was nearly through the clearing. In the bright sunshine there was no creeping black mist to signal the presence of the dark force.
Still, I saw shadows detach and prowl forward from the forest.
All five of them in wolf form, slowly stalked toward me.
I lowered my head in supplication.
“Red. You may have just saved your village once more, for we had decided to snatch you back,” said Grimm.
“We keep what is ours and you are now ours,” ground out Helm.
“Does this mean I don’t get punished for disobeying you?” I asked, my head still lowered, my features hidden by my cloak.
“Oh, my little Red. You will still be punished. By each and every one of us,” purred Rood.
“Good,” I said as I raised my head and lowered my hood.
My once bright blue eyes glowed a golden amber.
Epilogue
One year later.
Helm strode up to the fire, his arms laden with several baskets as he crunched on an apple.
“What? More?” asked an astonished Canis.
“This is getting out of hand. We need to find a way to communicate to them to stop,” grumbled Grimm.
“Why?” Rood asked as he rummaged through the baskets, delighted when he found a boysenberry pie which was still warm. “We haven’t eaten this well in hundreds of years!”
“Red, looks like Nessa mended your cloak,” said Helm as he tossed me my favorite red riding hood. As I opened the folds to inspect my friend’s handiwork, a small bundle fell out. Lifting the brown paper packaging, I eagerly untied the string. Inside was a beautiful baby blanket of soft wool and several baby booties and sweaters.
“Who told?” growled Canis.
“How could they have known?” wondered Grimm.
With a slight shrug of my shoulders, I said, “I may have told Snow when she stopped by to visit with a few of the huntsmen and she may have told the villagers.”
Since transforming into a wolf, I had never been happier, although I was delighted to learn that Snow was able to communicate with me as well as some of the other animals in the forest. She couldn’t see me in my human form, only my men could, but still it was nice to be able to talk to someone in the outside world. Although I’m sure it would look odd if anyone were to stumble upon the slight woman having an animated conversation with a bright red wolf!
It was Snow who was passing on messages to the villagers for me.
Ever since the day I confronted them, the villagers had begun to respect and admire the wolves for all they had sacrificed and done for them through the generations. With the elders no longer terrorizing everyone with the threat of a blood moon sacrifice, the villagers had shown their admiration in other ways, like leaving baskets of baked goods and sweets at the edge of the forest.
Now knowing it was an enchantment which kept them from seeing the wolves in human form but they were still in fact men, the villagers had even begun to leave gifts of trousers and vests…even a pocket watch. My men scoffed at the restrictive clothing and marks of society but every once in a while just to make me smile, they dressed in human clothes and paraded about the den.
Upon hearing that Snow had recently visited, Helm groaned, “She didn’t bring any more of her cooking did she? I swear that boar roast she made the last time made the birds fall out of the trees.”
I laughed. Bless her heart, Snow’s cooking had not improved, although she tried…oh how she tried. At first the huntsmen dropped off the questionable offerings to get rid of them, all the while telling Snow they had consumed the noxious fare. When Snow learned they had been sharing her meals with the wolves, she happily made more. So the meals kept coming…and coming. Each worse than the last.
Thank goodness for the delicious fare from the village.
“Remember that one soup which actually belched green smoke?” asked Canis trying to stifle a laugh. “What the hell was that?”
“Now! Now!” I gently admonished as they all shared a laugh. “She is my friend after all and she means well.”
“Yeah, well I’m still not convinced the huntsmen aren’t trying to kill us,” grumbled Helm.
Smiling, I looked over the men with affection as I patted my ever expanding belly.
