Chapter 2 #2
I push my cock deep and hold it in her as I slide my other hand around and start rubbing her wet little clit.
She might have her pussy wrapped around his cock, but I’m the one fucking her now.
I’m the one with control of this sensitive little bud, and I am the one holding her neck.
She might have Krall’s cock in her pussy, but that’s a detail at this point.
I force her into orgasm by strumming and spanking her clit. She was close already, her sweet curvy body already overwrought by losing her virginity this way. She starts to shriek and gasp, and she comes on our cocks so fucking hard it feels like my dick is being squeezed by a tight rubber band.
This triggers not just our own orgasms, but our knots.
The base of our cocks start to inflate as we spend ourselves in her, two simultaneous streams of cum filling her to the fucking brim.
My body is suffused with her energy, that electric mountain magic that tickles me all the way to my balls.
I couldn’t stop myself from coming if I wanted to—and I don’t want to.
Krall is coming too. He can’t help it. None of us can. What happens now is ordained by biology. She comes, he comes, I come, and then we knot. Her pussy and her ass are spread even wider in an insistent way by our expanding cocks.
As expected, two knots inside two virginal holes make her yowl. They also make her panic. She starts to yelp and try to pull off us. The knot is designed to ensure a female does not have a chance to escape. She’ll hurt herself if we don’t stop her and settle her.
We both reach for her hips, stabilizing her and preventing her from moving. She is bucking in the effort to free herself, but nature designed her to be able to take knots, and nature wants our seed trapped inside her.
“Stay still,” I murmur in her ear. “Be a good girl and relax for us. It’s going to be okay.”
“It hurts,” she whimpers.
“Breathe, and it will hurt less,” I say, stroking her hair back from her head. “You can take us. You were made to take us. You’ve been such a good girl. You’ve taken your first mating so well.”
I feel her soften against me. She rests her head back against my shoulder.
I can’t help but smile in response. She could have fallen forward against Krall, could have chosen to submit to his guidance, but it’s me she is listening to.
I feel her flesh gripping mine as my knot starts to subside, almost as if she’s going to miss the feeling of being locked around my cock.
Krall grunts and pulls himself free of her. I feel the hot rush of his cum as it slides out of her pussy and coats her thighs and mine. I stay inside. I pull her back further. I hold her on my cock and I run my hand over her messy pussy before sliding my fingers inside.
The sound and shiver she makes as she realizes I am not done with her is adorable. I pick her up, still on my cock, and I sit down with her properly, twisting her on my cock so she is sitting to the side.
“Look at me, princess,” I growl softly, turning her chin toward me with one hand while the other plays with her swollen little hole.
Our eyes meet for the first time since her mating began, and a bolt of electricity zips between us even more strongly. I feel something from her entering me. The energy she used to call down sunlight in the middle of the night travels down my spine and finds my balls.
“Good girl,” I growl. “Such a good girl.”
I kiss her, my tongue plundering her mouth with slow sensuality and I let her moan into mine. My cock throbs in her ass while Krall’s cum slides out of her. He won’t leave any lasting impression on her, but I will become part of her.
I slide my fingers deep inside her pussy and mimic a fucking motion. Her moans and whimpers feed me.
Tabby
I’m sore. I feel sorry for myself. Two big males just had their way with me, and neither of them was sweet or gentle about it.
I should hate them both, but this man is so intense.
There’s something in his eyes, as if I am falling into them.
He’s hypnotic and magnetic and he is making me take the ache of being played with long after the simple act of mating is done.
I knew this was going to be my fate, but I didn’t know it would feel so incredibly intense, as if my body was being changed by being used.
I am used to changing. I become wolf, and then I become human.
But this transition is different. This feels like my soul is shifting in a way I never knew it could.
“Such a good girl for me,” Skor praises me, his voice rough and soft as he collects the cum from my pussy and rubs it against my clit. I am going to come again. He is going to make me come again.
My little gasps and the jolting of my hips only encourage his attention. He starts to rub and toy and encourage me toward another climax.
“You are so good,” he says. “Such a good little mate. You take cocks so well, and your wet little hole is eager for more, isn’t it? You could be fucked over and over again. Is that what you want? You want to be bred again right now?”
“No,” I whimper. “Please, no. I’m so sore. It feels like I’ve been stretched so hard and so much… oh, my…”
The last exclamation is because his knot has softened and his cock has slid from my ass.
Another hot load of semen is dripping from my rear, and I am empty.
I never felt that before. I didn’t know what it was like to feel filled up, to have the energy of two alpha males inside me.
I know now for certain that Skor is every bit as dominant as Krall.
Maybe more. He might be the middle brother, but when it comes to handling me, he is more than capable.
“Fuck, oh, my gods… oh… oh…” I start to make incoherent silly noises as another orgasm, this one from his fingers, rushes through me. It’s like dessert, a sweet little treat at the end of a much more intense session.
“So good,” Skor praises me, pressing his lips to my temple. “You’re going to come so much and so often for me, aren’t you? You’re going to take our cocks and you’re going to swell with our seed. You’re going to have our pups.”
“Yes,” I moan, because there is no other kind of answer to give.
While I am distracted, while the others surround me and watch me with a sort of intense fascination dictated by lust, we are seconds away from disaster.
I see it first, its movement low to the ground. My wolf mates don’t recognize it at first. Their brains are telling them it’s something harmless, a lizard or a rat, some other scuttling creature. They’re wrong.
Something is crawling toward the fire. Something that was human once, but couldn’t quite die. It was smart enough to come up from downwind. The stench of it would have made it detectable for miles if not for that.
I didn’t put up wards or sigils. I didn’t do anything to protect the camp. And now I’m going to watch these men die.
It comes into the circle of light cast by the fire. Wild animals stay away from fire, but dark things are always drawn to the light.
“Fuck!” Thorn curses, leaping back from the grasping clawed hands of the zombie. “What the fuck is that?”
The three males leap into action, trying to kill the thing. But they don’t know that a single bite from those sharp yellowed teeth will infect them and make them so sick they do not see daylight. There are a lot of ways to die in these mountains.
I was planning on just letting this happen.
I thought I’d be able to watch and not feel anything.
I was wrong.
I breathe in deep and I feel the power of the mountains and of my mother, and her mother before her, and all the mothers who made daughters stretching back into a time before anybody has any memory.
Power moves through me. Not sunlight, but fire. It’s easier, because the fire is burning brightly next to me. I don’t have to conjure anything. Very little energy is necessary to move the flame from the fire to the creature.
It burns like dead things burn, bright and fast. When it finds fetid flesh it hisses and pops, but the thing is already gone. Whatever animated it fled the moment it felt its end coming.
In a matter of seconds, the threat has been annihilated.
I move around the camp making sigils in the dirt. The old man doesn’t stop me this time. He is too busy staring at what is left of the dead thing, wondering how it is that there is a part of the world he does not know about at his advanced age.
“What the fuck was that?” Thorn asks the question with a hushed horror. It’s hard to see something dead act in a living manner. The corpse that came to consume them did not even have back legs. It was a torso, arms, and hunger.
“Someone infected,” I say. “People down the valley bury the bodies wrong sometimes. They make their way up the mountain after death and hunt.”
They’re all looking at me as if they want me to explain, but there’s no way to make them understand, not really. There’s probably some fancy city science-y explanation for why the dead walk so well in these hills, but it’s not of use to anybody.
I try to concoct some kind of word collection that might help them feel what’s happening here.
“These mountains have an energy that doesn’t exist anywhere else in this world.
It’s a place apart from other places. People think they can just go anywhere, and it will all be the same, but that’s not true.
Places have power. They have personalities.
We do best when we live where we originated.
Where our ancestors’ bones are buried. But if we move, we have to adapt. Or die.”
I look at them. I know I shouldn’t open my mouth and keep talking. I know nobody wants to hear the next thing I have to say. But it has a momentum of its own and it comes out almost like magic does, like it’s not really me, but a force that needs to be expressed.
“You will die.”
“Okay, that’s creepy,” Thorn shudders. “I don’t know what’s scarier. The monsters, or our mate.”
I smile at him. I mean it to be reassuring. His expression tells me I have not had that effect.