Chapter 6 #3
“Every time you pull some of that magic without permission, you’re going to have your pussy spanked, knotted, and bred,” he growls, shafting me deep and hard. “When I give you an order, I mean it.”
He’s back to lecturing me, but I don’t hate him for it now. I feel turned the fuck on, my clit rubbing against the edge of the bed as he breeds me roughly, just like he promised.
“I like fucking you,” he says. “You have a sweet little cunt and it wraps around me so sweetly. Feel free to disobey if you like. Every time you do, I will make a sexual example of you. If you do it in public, be prepared to be publicly bred. Understand?”
He grips my hair and pulls it back firmly enough to make me squirm and arch my back, my pussy gripping him desperately as he thrusts his hips against my sore ass.
This is true wolf discipline and I know I deserve it.
I wasn’t submitting to him. I wasn’t respecting him.
I was doing whatever I wanted and I was expecting to get my way because that’s how I was raised.
Krall’s cock is starting to thicken inside me, the knot heralding orgasm.
“You’re not going to come,” he says. “I’m just going to fuck your naughty cunt and breed you.”
Those words seem to excite him as much as they do me, because he thrusts deep and holds himself inside me, and I feel another dose of his seed being spilled inside my soaked pussy.
His knot thickens further, and I know I am trapped on his cock for the duration as he wraps his arms around me, keeping me close to his body as he gets up then lies down on the bed with me.
Outside, the world rushes by the window, and I do not care because my pussy is wrapped around a hard knot, and an older alpha’s rough fingers are playing between my spread legs as he lies on his back and holds me atop him, that cock still buried deep in me.
He rubs my clit in swift little circles, letting me get close to coming before stopping completely.
“Why?” I whine the question.
“Because you don’t deserve to come. Good girls get to orgasm, but you’ve been a surly, thieving, naughty little brat,” he says, tapping my clit punitively. “So I am going to play with you, but you are not going to get to come.”
I whimper, but there’s nothing I can do.
When I try to reach for my pussy myself, to address the problem of the fact that I am fucking dying to climax, he makes a tutting sound, grabs my arms, and pulls them down to his sides, leaving me spread-eagled on his larger body, and absolutely trapped on his cock.
He jolts his hips a few times, moving the knot in me a bit, driving me wild.
“She looks beautiful like this,” Skor says. “Do you want me to take an image, brother?”
I had forgotten he was here, but when he speaks, I make eye contact with him. He flickers a dark wink at me, and again there’s that pulse of something ephemeral. Something like magic, but not magic. Fuck. I feel so exposed and so vulnerable.
“Yes,” Krall says. “Let’s take a picture of our naughty little mate being properly bred.”
Skor reaches into one of their bags, plucks out a small, rounded device, points it at me and Krall, and clicks a button several times.
I have absolutely no idea what he is doing, until the machine whirrs and then images start to emerge from the bottom, small rectangular squares that are somehow manifested into reality.
He plucks one of them out of the small pile the machine creates, shakes it, then holds it in front of my face.
I gasp in shock as I see a picture of myself that looks like reality itself. My inner thighs and my pussy are bright pink, swollen, and wrapped around a thick cock. My breasts have come free of my dress and are exposed. My face is flushed and slightly quizzical. I look bright-eyed and blushing.
“You are beautiful,” Skor says. “Every time you are fucked, this is how you look. See this sweet redness that runs from your face to your breasts? See how your pussy is so wet and so puffy? She how perfectly fuckable and useable and breedable you are?”
I whimper with embarrassment, but he only lifts the camera and takes another picture, this time a close-up of my face.
The device must be able to somehow capture the light of the world and transfer it to paper.
I’ve read of such things in my mother’s books, but these are one of the many wonders I have never encountered.
Skor frees his cock, which is hard and straining for me. He turns my head to the side and pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth. I make a little muffled sound as he starts to use my lips as if they are a pussy.
I settle down and accept my fate. This is what happens with my mates, when they are roused in any way, they want to fuck me, and they are not particular about which hole they use.
Click… click…
He takes more pictures, then shows me them. I see the lewd imagery of a thick cock across my lips, and then inside my mouth, stretching my cheeks.
Krall’s cock is starting to soften and slip from my pussy, a fact that Skor takes immediate and complete advantage of. He pulls his super hard cock from my mouth, picks me up and plunges me down on his cock, fucking me right in midair, just holding me like a toy.
The slaps and punishment my pussy took earlier have made me sensitive, as does the fact that I have been mated over and over from the moment they caught up with me after I was given to them.
“Ow, ow, ouch, ow,” I whimper as he cups my ass, spreads my cheeks, and lets gravity impale me on his cock.
“It’s a good hurt, baby,” Skor promises me. “It’s the way your pussy should feel, sore, and stretched and filled. This is what you need.”
He carries me over to the window and spins me on his cock so I am no longer facing toward him, but away. He perches me up on some luggage, so I am able to stand as he starts to fuck me from behind, pushing me up against the window.
“Look out there,” he growls. “Look at the world going by as I fuck your little hole.”
The world is grassy plains and ungulate animals, and me being fucked with my breasts pushed up against the window, and my face, too.
“Is this helping you get accustomed?” He asks the question with a rough thrust. “Are you starting to get used to being on a train?”
I wouldn’t care where I was with him doing this to me.
I could be on the moon. My body has entered some kind of fuck-fugue state, where all I want is to feel his cock deep inside me.
I can feel more, too, that same darkness from before seems to be released inside me with every thrust. I feel it curling around my pussy, gripping at my clit.
Unseen things are happening to me. My animal nature is being activated.
I let out a sound that I intend to be a moan, but really sounds more like a howl.
“That’s right,” Skor murmurs in my ear, too quietly for Krall to hear.
“Old man thinks you’re his because you have some cute daddy issues that make you want to spread your legs and get your bottom spanked, but I know what you are inside.
I know where your power comes from. And I intend to dominate that, and every other part of you. ”
I feel something squeezing my clit, and I jolt and howl and whine, knowing he is breeding me again. Hard thrust. Hard thrust. Over and over. Hard thrust until it feels like all I am ever going to be good for.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes,” he growls. “You are such a good girl for me. I can feel you softening. You’re going to give it all to me. You’re going to take my cock whenever I want. And soon, your belly is going to swell with pups of a like the world has never seen.”
I come pressed hard against the train window, with the world rushing by, and the rocking motion of the train helping the fuck motion of cock inside me even as his knot stretches me open and wide.
I come as he climaxes, and a second flood of seed mixes with Krall’s and I know I have been so deeply and completely bred that there is no way I am going to get away without being made pregnant. They are going to force me to carry their pups. I am going to be made to fulfill my sexual destiny.
He keeps me in place for the duration of the knot, forcing me to face my fears until there is no fear left, only a sense of lingering arousal.
I’m going to associate train rides with being punished and bred now, I think.
I suspect I am going to associate all things I encounter with these males with being bred.
When his cock finally slides away from me, he picks me up and lays me down on the bed that Krall has now vacated.
“Take a nap,” he says. “You need some rest and it takes time for the breeding to have an effect. Lie there with our cum inside you and think about how you are going to start swelling with our pups soon enough.”
I feel as though I am going to fall asleep almost instantly. My eyelids are heavy, my pussy is aching, and I feel as though the rocking of the train is soothing more than unsettling.
In the aftermath of being thoroughly dominated by two of my mates, I finally do as I am told.
Krall
I step outside the cabin once we are sure Tabby is asleep. I am proud of the way we handled her, and I am also proud that she seems to have gotten over her train-related fear…
Whomp!
My world pitches to the side as a massive fist makes sharp contact with my jaw.
Thorn has been waiting, and he has not calmed down at all in the interim.
He looks at me with a seething kind of fury as I retain my balance.
My head is ringing, but my fury is contained.
Having just come deep inside my mate has put me in a good mood, and he is fortunate for that.
Any other time, any other circumstance, this hall would run red with his blood.
“Sucker punch,” I say, straightening. “Where’s the honor in that, boy?”
He was expecting me to fight him back. His fists are raised, his chin is low, his eyes are dilated almost black. As he realizes I am not taking a fighting stance, he lowers his fists and screws up his face.
“She’s mine as much as she is yours. You had no right to take her from me.”
There we go. He’s jealous. He can’t help it. Nature demands he’d want to mate as much as we do, or more.
“I did when it was obvious you were making things worse,” I say. “Comfort works sometimes. It wasn’t working this time.”
“She wanted me to comfort her,” he says. “She wanted me. And you took her.”
I should be beating the hell out of my kid brother. The nerve to take a cheap shot like that. But he’s as mad with mating lust as the rest of us are, but has been able to do it less. He is right in saying I took her from him.
“We can’t beat the shit out of each other out of jealousy. Your turn is the next turn,” I tell him.
“Alright,” he says. “But she’s going to be sore again. I want to have her at a time when she’s not aching with use. It’s not fair on her, or on me.”
He doesn’t understand entirely how much she loves pain, and how integral that can be to the entire mating process. He can learn all that on his own. And she will not have to suffer the fumblings of a younger man entirely, because she has Skor and me to show her what a proper fucking feels like.
“We’ll give her some time to recover,” I say.
“Alright,” he nods. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say. “But, boy? If you ever hit me like that again, I will beat you until you can’t move. I promise you that.”
Thorn looks ashamed. His temper got the best of him. He’s still young and impulsive and he doesn’t like being at the bottom of our dominance hierarchy.
At that moment, Skor steps out behind us and shuts the door. It’s good timing. Breaks the tension somewhat. Though of course he’s aware of it instantly. Skor has always been a freak bastard when it comes to knowing things he has no right to know.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes,” I say, my eyes locked with Thorn. “Everything is fine.”
“I’m going in,” Thorn says.
“She’s sleeping,” Skor says. “Maybe let her rest.”
Thorn falls back. “Are the two of you planning on gatekeeping her forever? Am I to have no rights to my mate except when you deem it appropriate?”
Skor looks at me, as if he expects me to respond.
“We are going to have to find a way to share her that we are all happy with, but I think letting her sleep now is a good idea. When she wakes, she’s all yours.”
That satisfies Thorn.
“Good. Then I am going in to watch her sleep. Someone should be with her. The two of you can find some other way to entertain yourselves.”
He steps into the cabin and shuts the door behind him quietly.
Skor looks at me. “This is not going to be easy.”
What a hell of an understatement.