Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I’m going to breed you,” he growls. “It doesn’t matter what nasty things are coming for us. I don’t care if we die. I’m going to fill you up because you belong to me.”
I whimper as he thrusts deeper and harder still, stretching the already aching walls of my pussy with his cock. His voice has a sort of hard edge I hadn’t noticed before. There’s something metallic and scraping in it, something furious and I’d even say old.
I am too busy being fucked to fully understand what is happening to me. It is hard to think or to feel anything besides the simple animal sensations of the body while being roughly mated.
He comes inside me, his knot thick and brutal. I breathe a small sigh of relief, knowing that means I will have some time to recover now he is satisfied. He shudders, his fingers gripping my ass cheeks with hungry need as he pushes deeper and deeper. There is animal desperation in his need to come.
My whimpers turn to plaintive cries as he remains inside, then starts moving again. I feel his hands reaching for mine, pinning mine above my head, his body holding mine in place so I cannot move as he takes a second, rougher round inside my body.
The others move to intervene. At first I think they might be coming to join, to fill my tender ass, or to make use of my mouth, but a big hand descends on Thorn’s shoulder.
“Ease up on the girl. She needs a break,” Krall orders.
It’s the first time I’ve liked him in any way for any reason. My pussy feels as though it is on fire. Every new thrust makes my legs tremble and my eyes water.
“No,” Thorn growls, his limbs tightening around mine, his cock stabbing deeper inside me. “I’m not done.”
“You’re done,” Skor says. “She doesn’t want another round.”
“I don’t care what she wants,” Thorn snarls. He’s like a feral creature, fixated on the act of coming inside me at all costs.
“Get him off me!” I cry out the words, and am fortunate that the two wolves with more age and sense inside them respond immediately.
His first knot has softened now. He is no longer stuck inside me, and that gives the two elder wolves the chance to tear him off me and give him a good cuffing and beating.
“When she’s done, she’s done,” Krall lectures as Thorn writhes around on the ground between them, his erection bobbing painfully around with every contortion of his muscular body. I wonder if he will shift to avoid their discipline, but he doesn’t. Instead he argues.
“You didn’t care what she wanted when you mated her. You fucked her with almost no foreplay! At least I waited until she was soaked with seed.”
He rushes back at me, and I see that he is not himself. There’s something mad behind his eyes. Something that does not come from within his own animal brain, but that entered the circle before I put the sigils up. It must have been lurking, watching through his gaze until it had the chance to use him.
There is only one thing to be done.
I snap the power of the skies at him. A bolt comes from the heavens, striking him directly in the chest. He falls backward, his cock flaccid, his eyes wide, a blue bolt running from the base of his neck to the apex of his thighs.
“The gods!” Krall exclaims in shock. “She’s killed him.”
“He’s not dead,” I say. “He’s just sore. He won’t be able to move for a while. You can leave him like that. It’s quite safe really.”
“Are you okay?” Skor moves to me. “Did he hurt you?”
He did hurt me. And I am not okay. I am overwrought. I am ravaged. I have two loads of semen in my pussy and one in a more shameful location and there is every chance a demon just took its chance to enjoy my no longer virginal flesh as well.
Skor moves toward me, wraps one arm around my waist, and picks me up, holding me against his body in a protective sort of way. He brushes my hair out of my eyes and he murmurs soft little kind words to me as he gives me some comfort.
I’m not used to this at all. In my life, when I am hurt, I look after myself. Serious wounds might be aided by my father’s brides, but for the most part I have always been considered something of an outcast among my own pack.
Thorn
I can’t fucking move. Every one of my muscles is locked in place. It’s like being turned to stone. I can breathe, I think, but it’s not doing anything for me. Around me, there’s a rough animal panic.
I just wanted to fuck her. Over and over and over again. The moment my cock was inside her I felt compelled to rut. There was no thought inside my head, no shred of real being. I was like a…