Chapter 3
Krall
“It’s going to be a long night,” she says, the firelight shining from her eyes. I’d say reflected, but at this point, when I look into her gaze I am sure I see two flames dancing.
I thought we came here to kill vampires. I was ready for that. I have a collection of stakes. My teeth are at the ready to tear vampire flesh apart. But I do not want to be anywhere near a creature that vile. It turns my stomach thinking about biting into such putrid substances.
“They’re going to come from all angles,” Tabby says. “They can smell you. I could protect you, of course, but that would require magic, and I’ve already broken the rule about that.”
Smug little thing.
We are lucky to have her.
We would surely be dead if she had not saved us, and there is no doubt in my mind that we should by all rights have perished. The alpha of the pack has lured us here in an effort to ensure our demises.
“So this was a trap,” Thorn says. He is looking pale with terror. It’s one thing to have cut one’s teeth on the bones of fallen enemies. Something else entirely to have seen the unspeakable.
“Not really a trap. You’re allowed to try to survive. And you got to mate me. That’s the deal. You get a mate, and the mountains get their sacrifices. The conditions of the deal have been met.”
She’s very practical about the situation. Cold, even.
“So we’re sacrifices.”
“Why would an alpha give his daughters away to anyone brave enough to come to the mountains?” She tilts her head, looking at me as if the question should be fairly obvious.
“Those things need to be fed?”
“The mountains need their blood,” Tabby replies, matter of fact.
The wind whips up slightly, and red curls play over and around her face.
She is much more than a wolf mate. She is part of this vicious landscape.
She understands the heart of the evils that walk these places.
And that is why she is not afraid of things that strike terror deep into the heart of a seasoned warrior.
Skor
This is perfect. I have to work hard to school my features into a sort of concerned mask. I knew that I would find something special in these ranges. I had no idea I would find anything this unique and exciting.
“Can you teach us any means of defense?” The question is reasonable and will not arouse suspicion.
Tabby looks at me with clear green eyes.
“No,” she says. “The gift has to be inside you, and you need to practice the writings and understand the essences of the magic. It’s not just a matter of saying some words or flicking your fingers around in any particular way.”
“We’ll have to watch you then,” I say. “We’ll have to keep you close.”
“Yes,” she says. “You will. The night will be full of dead things. You three are going to call to them.”
Sure enough, two more dead things come scuttling out of the shadows.
They reach the perimeter of the fire and stop, screaming and throwing themselves against an unseen wall.
One has no arms, but a maw full of viciously long needle-sharp teeth that do not reflect any kind of humanity.
The other has one leg and five arms, black eyes and a mouth that is nothing but a hungry hole.
Skulls are bare beneath rotted flesh, indicating some kind of erstwhile humanity, but if they were ever people, they have been forever changed.
“What’s keeping them back?” I ask.
“Sigils,” she says. “Symbols of power they are bound to respect. When daylight comes, they will all be burned away.”
“So these things are not as much of a threat as they might seem?”
“Step outside the sigils and see what happens to you,” she replies with a smirking little grin.
“They’re exactly as much of a threat as they seem to be.
” She reaches a hand toward the fire, gathers a ball of it toward her, and flashes it back at the things.
One, two direct hits and they both burn before our eyes.
“At least you made a fire,” she says.
Krall grunts.
“If the sigil will keep them out, then there’s no reason not to keep breeding you,” he says.
He’s a brutish old alpha and he is obsessed with mating. This girl is going to be absolutely awash with cum by the time he is done with her.
“My turn, I think,” Thorn says. His voice is less shaky than it was, and there’s a certain determination in his tone.
“Yours?” Tabby looks at him in surprise. “You want me?”
He wants to distract himself with tits and ass and who can blame him. The urge to run back to the womb is strong when the world becomes dangerous. The only way a man can do it is to fuck a female.
Tabby
I thought for sure he would never dare touch me with the shades of the night all around us. He seemed the most scared of them all. Something has shifted, though. He is looking at me and I see real need in his eyes, a hunger that demands satisfaction.
He reaches out and draws me toward him with much more confidence than I would have credited him with, and he nuzzles my face with his lips.
“Let me fuck you,” Thorn murmurs. “Let me take your sore pussy.”
I find myself giving into him, allowing this sweet seduction to happen. It’s only fair that he should get to enjoy me given the others have both had me. He lays me down on the ground beside the fire, and when he slides his cock inside me, I let out a soft whimper.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs in my ear. “You are such a good girl. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
“The lad has some game,” one of the elder two says. I do not know who. I do not care who. Thorn has my face cupped in his hands, locking my attention to him.
Horrors writhe outside the barriers of the fire while the young alpha makes passionate and slightly sadistic love to me. His teeth rake down my neck, not biting, but showing me his potential to snap. He lets go of my face and instead grips my hips to ensure that they stay still.
“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