Bad, Very Bad Shifters- The Complete Mega Bundle

by Daniella Wright

"Yesss!" She screamed.

  I lay back just then, grabbed her leg, and moved it to my other side effectively turning her around so that she was facing away from me. She leaned back getting into the move, her body stretching backward toward mine. Her beautiful, long hair hung down gently stroking my face as I held on to her hips and continued to plunge my hard staff into her honey pot. Her mound was so wet it wrapped around me as it slid down to the bottom.

  I sat up to get more leverage and to slightly change the movement and the sensation. I was now getting much more emphasis on the head of my tool, slipping it deeper inside of her.

  “Oh, right there!” She moaned. “That’s the spot!”

  I continued to follow her directions, enjoying every single moan and gasp as our lovemaking progressed. I could feel her insides tightening, squeezing my thick sword as I plunged it deeper and deeper into her wet caldron.

  I pushed her face forward until she was now facing down on the bed and I climbed up behind her in a modified doggy position. I held her face down on the bed just firm enough to keep her from moving to complete the dominating effect. She smiled as she tried to resist the movement, testing my control. Seeing that she was not getting free she knew that I was now in control of it all. I knew she loved it when I took total control during lovemaking.

  I slowly shoved my huge shaft deeply inside of her and pulled it out all the way, staring at the glistening wetness that encompassed my flesh and then shoving it hard back into her to repeat the cycle.

  Her moans were all the feedback I needed to know that she was enjoying this massively. I decided to up the ante of the domination and I delivered a hard open handed smack to her ass. She moaned loudly with total pleasure. I smacked her again, and again, each time increasing my thrusting power and timing it to coincide with the smack. I could feel her insides rattling up and down my shaft with the vibration of each slap.

  I grabbed her hair tightly to the root and tugged it until she started to gasp slightly, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, allowing the two to mix together.

  I changed it up just a bit right then. I drove my hard tool deep inside of her and held it at the end as if trying to probe deeper still. At the same time I delivered a hard smack to her behind while jerking on her hair slightly. The three combined elicited a loud of moan of total agony of pleasure.

  “Oh shit!” she cried out. “More… please…” she begged me as I waited. I loved to tease her so.

  I pulled her hair and leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

  “Oh, please… I’m so close… give it to me…”

  I was so turned on by her pleas. I smiled as I kissed her ear softly, nibbling on the lobe, my hard stalk still deep inside of her quivering mound.

  “You deserve to be punished,” I hissed.

  “Oh, yes. I’m so bad…”

  I decided to give her what she wanted just then. She was so waiting for it and I could feel myself getting so close to filling her with my hot juice.

  I plunged myself harder into her, again… and again… her moans getting louder each time, and each time I slapped her ass cheeks harder. They were turning red but she still cried out for more.

  I was about to blast inside of her and I wasn’t sure I could control myself much longer, so I was forced to pull back to regain my composure.

  As I held my glistening, wet, throbbing equipment in my hand I watched her sweet pool of sex, and it was turning me on more and more by the second. Watching the perfectly shaped clefts of her ass cheeks surrounding the hidden treasure of her body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It turned me on more than I ever could have dreamed. Just a glimpse was enough to send me into hysterics of lust and desire that had to be satisfied.

  Above her juicy core was her tight rear hole. It was so beautiful, slightly less pink than its counterpart but nonetheless inviting.

  I couldn’t help myself as I watched it.

  I pressed my hard member back into her tight, wetness trying to go even deeper than before, but at the same time I allowed my finger to do some extra exploring, which caught her off guard at first, but it quickly heightened all the other sensations she was feeling.

  I pushed my first two fingers slowly inside of her backdoor.

  Her body jerked suddenly, surprised. At first, I thought she might reject this invitation, but she quickly began to encourage it.

  As I pumped Tarin with my thick tower my fingers were now moving deeper inside of her back entrance. It was tight and hot. I pushed inside of her and then all the way out again watching it open and close like a sheath for my flesh.

  I was holding on to Tarin’s shoulder with my other hand and she suddenly started to lick and suck on my fingers. Her hot mouth on my hands felt enticing and gave my mind fuel for other nasty thoughts that I enjoyed.

  I decided to take that as a signal and I pulled out of her slit and stepped out of the bed coming around to the edge of the bed where her face was now perfectly positioned. Before she realized it I was shoving all eight inches of myself into her tight, hot mouth.

  She accepted it eagerly inhaling me as far as she could, her teeth and lips wrapped around me tightly. She began to move her head up and down on my shaft quickly. I wasn't sure how long I could stand that before I would explode into her mouth, but I was determined to hold out for a while. I wanted to finish inside of her, but I desperately craved this sweet suction on my throbbing member. Her mouth was so good. She easily slid me past her tongue and into the opening of her tight throat.

  Her hot breath warmed up the already warm spit encasing my bulge in sweetness. I placed a hand on her head to slow her down slightly so that I could prolong the pleasure. She quickly adapted and began to tighten the suction and move slowly up and down. I felt my secret gland tightening and pumping my manly juices towards a dedicated purpose.

  She had such a tight suction on my member now that the sensation was beyond perfect. It was squeezing me so tightly and moving slowly up until her mouth reached the tip and then doubling the sucking sensation on the most sensitive spot of all and then plunging back down to engulf the full girth and length of the shaft.

  I knew I was going to finish soon.

  I pulled out of her mouth. I was throbbing and I thought for sure I was going to release my load right then. I took several deep breaths and calmed down, feeling the huge build-up that sought freedom. I was going to make it wait until just the perfect time. And when I did allow my bundle of total pleasure to come it would be beyond glorious.

  I spread Tarin’s legs and quickly buried my face in her juicy slit. My tongue sliced through the wet gap opening it, allowing it to suckle at the juices that poured from her like a fountain. The scent and the taste of her passion were overwhelming and I felt a head rush gushing through my mind like I had never known before, but I was too determined to bring her to fruition to care.

  I could feel her getting close. Her body tensed up waiting for the ending to arrive. Her breath was short and shallow, gasping as I lapped at her sweet nectar.

  She was so close…

  I quickly burrowed my body between her legs. My hard flesh sword found her wet sheath and slid in so easily. I began to pump her harder and harder, quicker and quicker. I wanted to come so badly… I could feel that she was almost there too. It was going to be any second. The pressure was so intense. It sent shockwaves of tingling throughout my entire manhood ending as butterflies in my stomach. I was almost there…We were moving totally together now, her hips and my hips bucking hard against each other driving our groins together so tightly.

  And as our bodies began to move in sync up and down with each other the purest moment of true joy and happiness surged through my body. I felt like I might be broken by this soft woman on top of me. She could break me by the smallest thing. A concerned look, a stern tone in her voice, a disapproving word and I was ready to accept all of that and more.

  I thought about our children and who they would be. Wou
ld they be all human? Or would there still be a bit of The Other World inside of them?

  I supposed that was something we would work out when it finally happened.

  My whole body flexed, wrenching into the climax, releasing so deeply inside of her wet, tight, center.

  She gasped for breath and allowed her body to stop quivering before lying down on top of me.

  I closed my eyes and slept in total peace for perhaps the first time in my life.

  Sold To The Dragon Beasts

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Dragon Shifter Menage

  Ria Stevenson, five years ago, was captured by a cruel wolf shifter. She suffered under his hands, as did the others who fell into his grasp. But she endured, and survived, and never quite gave up hope. When dragom shifters invade from the nearby mountains, Ria seizes her chance to get noticed by them, and to escape. A red dragon spots her and takes her to safety, though she's still in a way, a prisoner. Just with better living conditions. Under the ice blue eyes of the dragon shifter in his handsome human form, who has an additional purpose for her...

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  Chapter One

  It's been six years since I was captured, to the day. I stare out the window to face the falling snow, where the cold bites so deep that without the proper protection to step outside, I'd freeze to death in a matter of minutes. The mountains are beautiful in the background, with wisps of white clouds over and on them, and the dark evergreen forests which speckle along the steep landscape.

  Below, in the stone village, wolves walk the lanes – the shifters responsible for my capture when I was on holiday in France.

  Before the capture, I was simply Ria Stevenson, a seventeen year old girl with her friends on a school trip to Paris. We had two shifter kids with us as well, a bear shifter and a panther. Kids trying their hardest to live ordinary lives, to fight past the stigma of untrustworthy shifters , and that ever since they'd been integrated to human society, more and more women went missing every week. I'm talking of mysterious disappearances, of people who vanish without a trace so suddenly that you don't know if they're alive or dead – all rumored to be a result of shifter activity.

  To be fair on shifters in general, the ones who truly integrate are for all intents and purposes, human.

  They learn our ways. They learn respect.

  The ones who still cling to the old ways, to their isolated societies in hard to find places – those are the ones we need to watch out for.

  There's really not much you can do when a group of them break into a hotel, drug you and bundle you out without taking any of your belongings. No mobile phone, no nothing. You're left with nothing but your body, mind and soul.

  I still remember the terror and fear when they threw me into the back of the van. I still feel it knifing inside, along with the other trembling girls, weeping and crying and scared they might die.

  I remember when our captors auctioned us – actually auctioned – to an assembly of shifters. They sold women like commodities, inspecting us like mules, prising open our teeth, examining our eye and hair color, then selling us off to the highest bidders.

  A wolf shifter rested his eyes on me then, taking in my green irises, my dark hair and creamy pale skin. My mother and father used to say I had Celtic blood, a mix of Irish and Scottish ancestries, and that I'd better be careful not to have any children, because they might be red heads and have no souls.

  My dad's a red head, but as far as I've seen, he had some kind of soul, buried deep in the flesh of his body.

  All I could think about was my parents and what on earth they'd be thinking. When the news of the hotel abduction resonated across papers, and they found their only daughter amongst the missing.

  It makes my heart heavy, and my eyes dry and empty from suppressing tears. As for my new “home,” it makes me feel as if I've been deleted from the world and thrown into a bygone time, where technology doesn't exist, and only the brutal, minimal society of the wolves drowns instead.

  One snowflake falls close to my fingers, and I touch the glass for a moment, my pale fingers smudging the frost build up.

  Kallen, the one who bought me, is not a kind master. There are bruises upon my wrists from the number of times he's chained me up. My back is sore from whippings, and my virginity long since lost and ravaged. At first, I suffered. It was pain, it was violation, exactly the kind of activity that might make you break down on the spot and pretend that you existed somewhere else, away from reality.

  But when I saw the two other pupils that Kallen had brought with him break down and go raving mad – it changed something in my heart.

  Katie and Lily did not deserve what happened to them. None of us did. They might have been the popular, bitchy cheerleaders in school, but that didn't mean they needed what befell them. To be captured by a rich, cruel old shifter, who revelled in suffering and their piteous cries.

  Katie, in the end, retreated so far back into her mind that she couldn't claw herself out again. She became a lifeless doll, and Kallen soon tired of her, and sold her off to someone else.

  Lily, well. She took the easy way out. At least, that's how I think of it in my head, because there's been a few times when my mind had tended down that route as well. It's the easy way. The sad and pathetic way. The loser's option.

  Sometimes, though, I'm a little envious of her.

  As for me, well. My defense mechanism was to permanently let in darkness. If I stayed as who I was, I would become Katie or Lily. So I needed to change. I needed to embrace darkness.

  It became my greatest protector in the end. When I hear him coming, those steps of his echoing up the ancient stone stairwell to my room, I allow the blanket of cold to cover my soul. I tuck it somewhere safe, so that there is no harm. And then, when Kallen walks into the room, dark, greedy eyes scouring my body, mind whirring through the things he plans to inflict on me, I'm ready.

  The darkness allows me to step into his mind state. To enjoy it. It breaks off the suffering, because you cannot suffer if you are immune. If you embrace pain, and allow that darkness to be punished.

  Maybe, in a way, I went mad. On my normal days, I can feel my darkness settled in the corner of my mind, ready to be summoned at will. I hope one day I'll never need her again, but for now, it's the only thing that keeps me going.

  I know about five years has passed since I was taken. Five years since I got sold to this disgusting miser of a man, who every day I consider various different ways upon how to kill.

  I don't act on any of them, because I still don't know what my next step will be. There's a cold mountain that would kill me just as surely as a dagger to the heart.

  Kallen is aware of the resentment in my skin, so he leaves me no warm clothes to protect myself in. All I wear right now is the summer clothes that I was captured in, certainly not enough to protect from the icy winds, and from whatever other wolf decides they want me.

  I know Kallen intends to get more slaves soon, and he's arranging to go to one of the auctions, the same kind that I was bought in. He'll get more girls like me, snatched away from their beds or hotels, more people for him to break. The thought makes me furious.

  The village is emptier than usual, and I briefly consider smashing the glass. Doing something impulsive and destructive, simply because I have nothing better to do. Kallen locks me in this room when he's not around, so God help me if I need to empty my bladder or intestines. I've learned to control what I eat and drink and prepare for expected moments of departure over the years.

  I've learned a lot of useless trivia, it seems, being in this hated position. Including how to read someone better. To see the subtle expressions in their faces which betray the bottled thoughts inside. It allows me to break Kallen down into meat and bones, a creature with predictable reactions and patterns. To steel myself for the worse, or take advantage of the best.

  Still looking through the window, finger twiddling my growing dark hair, I see a small procession of wolves bringing bac
k women strapped to their enormous backs. I see Kallen, with his white-gray fur, with a blonde haired, substantially busty woman limp on his back, and sigh.

  Just as I'm reflecting on how to help make her life easier, so she doesn't snap or remove herself from existance like Katie and Lily, I see figures streaking through the clouded sky.

  At first, I'm not aware of what I'm witnessing. Then, as the figures fly closer, I realize, with a chaotic leap of my heart, that I'm staring at dragons.

  Dragon shifters.

  There must be hundreds of different types of shifters in our world. Some impressive, some... less so. Like mice and squirrels, creatures that might not be great at bringing you down, but still make great thieves.

  Dragons, however, are of the mythical branch. Mythical shifters are the rarest in the world, and generally have bloodlines. Royalty. An ancient structure as a result of their sacred blood and powerful forms.

  I know this because my history teacher once sat us down for a lesson on royal families of the day.

  He went through The United Kingdom, Belgium, Holland, mentioning them as mere figureheads of their societies, and then he mentioned the mythical shifters who were scattered around, including ones settled somewhere in the Balkan mountains, in areas untouched by man.

  There are many small “royal” towns scattered around the world, micro-nations with minor influence on matters. But then you had the whoppers in Europe.

  I know the dragon shifters own a territory called Balteria, wedged somewhere between Bulgaria and Serbia. Far enough away for Americans to not care, isolated enough so that the other countries still maintained otherwise normal functions – but Balteria had officially been registered as a nation twenty or so years ago.

  Not that they traded with people outside their nation. But it was big and self sustaining enough to make them a force to be reckoned with – and no army in their right mind would assault a nation of dragon shifters.