Chapter 5 #3
The elderly lady who served me earlier is now holding a large gun directly at me. She is wearing a nightcap, a nightgown, and a dressing gown, all in pink. Her eyes are covered by big round spectacles, and she is looking at me with a twinkly-eyed stare that doesn’t bode well.
I glance toward the open door. Maybe I can escape.
“Dearie, if you move, I am going to put a hole in you so big you’ll be a human donut,” she says.
She thinks I’m a human. She doesn’t know I can turn into a wild animal at will. I don’t know that her discovering that fact will work in my favor, though. I suspect that she’ll shoot the hell out of me if I turn into a wolf right now.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “These were just all so delicious. I didn’t…”
“You broke into my house, dearie. You took what didn’t belong to you. That will all have to be paid for, you know.”
“My mates will pay anything you need,” I say, putting them on the hook. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait until morning. It’s just that your candy is so very good.”
“Come here,” she says, waving the gun at me.
I don’t really like this. There’s something a little strange about her. She doesn’t seem angry or scared. If I had to say what she was feeling, I’d guess it’s closer to excitement.
“I, uh, I need to go. I can get you some money. My mates have a lot of it!”
“No, no, that’s quite alright,” she says. “You just come with me.”
I follow her, or rather, I allow myself to be threatened into obedience. I tell myself I can still make a run for it. Maybe I can talk her into being nice to me. She seems like a nice person. Only a nice person would make so many sweet and lovely things, surely.
She takes me back into a kitchen full of copper pots and pans and a big oven. She reaches out and lowers the door of the oven, then gestures to the interior with the barrel of the shotgun.
“Get in,” she says.
“Get in the oven?”
“Yes.”
“No,” I say. “Obviously not. I took some candy. I’m not going to let you cook me.”
“Then I’ll shoot you.”
I’m not sure what to do about this situation. I just stare at her, wondering if she’s serious.
“It was some candy,” I say.
“But it wasn’t your candy, was it? And now I’m missing my stock and goods,” she says. “You say your mates will pay, but they’re not the ones who came to knock my door down in the middle of the night and feed on my treats like an animal. You deserve to be cooked, you do.”
This seems like an overreaction, but I know pointing that out will not do anything for my situation.
“Don’t move a finger,” she says. “I know your type, I do. The tricky type. You talk like you come from the mountains. No good comes from there. It’s an evil place.”
“Hello?”
I have never been so happy to hear Krall’s voice.
He walks into the shop behind me, and comes and stands next to me, pushing me back behind him in one smooth movement.
“I’m sorry about her,” he says. “She has absolutely no self-control when it comes to sugar.”
The little old lady puts her gun up immediately.
“Oh, hello,” she trills. “I found this young lady in the back of my store eating as much as she could, just like a little rat. I thought to give her a good scare.”
“She wanted to cook me in the oven!”
“Of course she didn’t,” Krall says. “The oven isn’t even preheated. If she tried to cook you in that, you’d be very tough and stringy.”
He plays along with the situation perfectly.
“My apologies,” he says. “Please, take this as compensation.”
He takes a thick purse of gold coin and puts it down on the top of the oven. It makes a heavy thunk sound that I am sure will ensure she is happy with her compensation.
“I’m going to take her out of here now,” he says. “She needs to be punished and put to bed.”
“You make sure you don’t spare the rod with that one. She’s got mischief in her, and a taste for the sweetness.”
“Oh, I won’t,” he says, turning and steering me out of the candy store. When we leave, I realize that he was not alone. Skor was waiting out back, and Thorn is around the front. They were prepared to come bursting in if they could not easily free me.
“Hey,” I say to them, trying to sound casual and not entirely guilty.
“We could have just got candy in the morning,” Thorn says. “I know it’s good, but it’s not that good.”
“She almost got herself shot,” Krall says reproachfully as he emerges from behind me. “That woman was prepared to take her out.”
“Over some candy?” Thorn sounds incredulous.
“Over her livelihood being broken into and consumed, I imagine,” Krall replies. “You can’t steal just because it’s candy.”
“Can’t shoot people over it, either,” Thorn replies, casting a stormy look back at the shop.
“How did you get in?” Skor asks the question with a dangerous level of curiosity.
“What do you mean?” I play dumb.
“I mean the doors are locked. How did you get inside?”
“Oh. I went around the back,” I say cheerfully, as if that’s the answer, entirely and completely.
“And then?”
“And then I went inside.”
“So the door was open?”
“It was when I went through it.”
“More evasive than a politician,” Skor comments. “Did you use magic to open the door?”
“I’m not allowed to use magic,” I respond, avoiding the question again. He can’t get me. He won’t get me.
“Yes, but did you use it?”
“Alright, we need to get back to bed,” Krall says, interrupting the interrogation.
I try not to smirk, and fail. Skor’s trying to work out what kind of magic I can do, and I am aware that it is best he has no idea.
Krall leads his little pack as if they are all against magic, but it is obvious to me that Skor is a practitioner of some kind.
Thorn is not interested at all, it doesn’t really register to him as far as I can tell.
I have better things to worry about, as it turns out.
I am carried back to the stinky hotel room, where Krall sits down, scoops me up, and puts me over his lap.
My attempt to escape is futile of course.
Krall’s big hands and muscly arms easily overpower me, and my skirt is thrown up to bare my cheeks and thighs.
Both are spanked soundly and swiftly. It’s not as hard as it has been before, though.
Almost like he’s not trying to make an impression with pain as much as with presence.
He feels different, and he makes me feel different too.
Smaller, somehow. Less of a witch of the long dark night, and more…
“A naughty little girl sneaking out to steal candy will not be tolerated,” he growls.
“Ow!” I respond. “Isn’t it at least good I wasn’t trying to run away?”
“Acting like a little thief in public is not a good thing,” Krall lectures. “Your behavior reflects on us. Some people may know that we are a wolf pack, and it would be better if you did not act completely out of control.”
Every one of those words is punctuated with a swat that lands low on my ass and makes my hips jolt against his thigh.
I can feel my clit grinding against the rough fabric of his pants.
I can’t help but enjoy this on some level.
There’s nothing about being punished that I really enjoy.
It’s painful. It’s embarrassing. It’s a complete blow to the ego.
In the mountains I lived under my father’s rule, but I was never punished like this there.
I was allowed to do as I wished. The only thing I ever had to do was surrender myself to be given as a mate. I am regretting doing that quite a lot.
“Do you understand me, little girl?” he growls down at me, his palm resting on my hot ass.
“Yes,” I whimper, because saying anything else feels like I am inviting more pain and more trouble.
He rubs his hand over my stinging cheeks, then down between my legs, cupping my pussy tight.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…”
“Daddy,” he growls down at me. “Naughty little girls get spanked by their daddies.”
I feel myself blushing violently.
I have a father. I never had a daddy. Paternal affection and discipline is sparing in the mountain where pups and whelps and even adult offspring are in danger of dying on almost any day.
I have become proficient in my own survival.
It’s very strange to have anybody else take any interest in it at all.
I find myself yelping and even moaning with something like pleasure.
It doesn’t make sense that this should feel good, but my body doesn’t really care about what makes sense.
I am used to existing in worlds where logic does not follow in a reasonable progression.
Magic is not interested in making sense. It is interested in what works.
After a time, Krall growls again.
“You want a treat for your mouth? I’ll ensure you get one.”
I don’t know what that means at first, but I know he is sliding me off his lap and setting me down on my knees between his legs as he frees his cock.
His hand fists in my hair and draws my mouth toward his crotch.
My lips part as I try to ask a question, but it is answered when he pushes the head of his cock deep inside my mouth.
“You can be a good girl, and you’re going to be a good girl for me,” he says, caressing my hair as he strokes in and out of my mouth, cupping my chin and the back of my head simultaneously to guide me.
I let him do with me as he will. I feel a sort of dreamy, happy sensation running through my body. I am not being pleasured directly, but somehow I am enjoying this anyway.
Krall’s handling gets a little more tense and more rough as he approaches his climax. He is careful not to knot inside my mouth, to keep that thick rod outside my lips when he shoots his cum down my throat.
I swallow obediently, half closing my eyes when he presses a gentle kiss on the top of my head. He doesn’t call me a good girl, but I feel it somehow.
“To bed,” he says, sounding immediately groggy. “We have a long journey in the morning.”
He lies down in the bed and is asleep in less than a minute.
“Old man,” Thorn smirks, hiding a yawn himself. He takes a place on the bed too, lying back with his hands behind his head. I am tempted to join him, but there is a third wolf in the room, and that one is not done with me.
“Not a very good escape attempt,” Skor murmurs in my ear, his hand on the back of my neck in a possessive sort of way. He is speaking quietly. Not quite a whisper, but barely more. “You could have been miles away by now if you hadn’t decided to be a delinquent.”
I don’t respond, though it is increasingly difficult not to.
Krall is easy, I’m realizing. He’s a big overbearing alpha wolf, but there’s a simplicity to him that makes me feel very comfortable.
Skor, on the other hand, increasingly feels like something I have battled before on a long night.
He is a shady creature, and I am wary around him.
“What did you think you were doing?” His lips are on my ear.
“Just getting some candy. Nothing bad.”
“You have to follow the laws of the civilized world. You can’t break into houses and take what you want. You’ll end up with a bullet in you,” he growls at me. “I think you know that. Theft is wrong in the mountains too.”
Does he care? He wants me to think he cares.
I’m not even listening to him. His concerns are the least of mine.
I let sugar get in the way of my escape.
I am so disappointed in myself, and I can’t even really express the reason I did it.
I am used to only ever doing the thing that leads to the highest chance of survival.
I didn’t do that tonight. I did something just for pleasure, and it fucked me.
“I’m tired,” I say. “I’m going to sleep.”
It feels like an act of defiance to climb up onto the bed and take a place between Krall and Thorn. It still smells like humans, but there’s less humanity in this room than before. Krall’s seed is quite the diffuse scent.
I leave Skor to the end of the bed, tucking my legs up so my feet don’t touch him.
He settles in without obvious complaint, boxing me in.
If I want to make another attempt at escape, I’m going to have to wait until everybody is truly fast asleep and then I’m going to have to move without rocking the bed too much.
While planning my exit, I fall asleep.