Chapter 9
You’d think that since I had been a model student, that I wouldn’t just throw caution to the wind, but Vulfu had unlocked something in me that I’d always wanted. Confidence. The way he looked at me, how it felt when his hands traced over the lines of my body, how he left me little gifts like my favourite berries and bundles of flowers he’d place on my fur pillow, or how he attached little acorns to each one of my dresses like it was some symbol of belonging to him, it was a feeling I’d never known before. Someone wanting me. Someone loving every part of me as it was. I’d never known what that was like. My past had been full of falsehood and pain. But with him, it was full of longing and promise.
As such, whenever Vulfu wanted to, we fucked like wild animals. And it was constant. I moved around with a constant ache between my thighs, but despite that, I wanted more. More of him. All the time.
He was like a drug. All he had to do was give me that same, cocky grin, with his beautiful narrowed bright eyes, and I knew exactly what he wanted to do. In response, I eagerly responded with a knowing smile, and we’d disappear for a couple of hours.
This had gone on for about three days, where we spent about 90% of our day fucking each other silly, running off to our sleeping quarters while the others in the family simply smirked or rolled their eyes, knowing exactly what was going on. Though it made me blush to think that they were so aware of what was happening, the fact that I couldn’t understand what they said about it helped.
But on the fourth day, I needed to get outside. Not to mention the furs we slept on were starting to smell like sweat and sex. The moment I woke up and felt his wandering hands, I slapped his fingers away, insisting we go out and clean and socialize for a bit. I repeated, whaap , over and over, knowing it was their word for water, and made a motion with my hands, hoping he knew I meant the creek, and not an animal stomach they used.
Begrudgingly, with serious reluctance and glowering in my direction, Vulfu agreed. I gathered up our things and wordlessly, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me outside to join the others. The sun hit me hard, and I had to shut my eyes against the glare seeping through the leaves overhead. After three days spent in semi-darkness, it took a minute or two to adjust.
I could hear the sound of the creek off to the side, the rustle of the leaves in the wind, and the fresh smell of the mountain forest and flowers. The sun was warm as it hit my skin, shining through the blurred leaves overhead, and as I squinted down into the clearing, trying in vain to make out my surroundings, I could hear Kray and Dow whooping enthusiastically, like they were cheering Vulfu’s and my presence.
Oh God…
I blushed hard and buried my face against the muscle of Vulfu’s shoulder as he snarled at the boys before he carefully climbed down the side of the boulder, landing with a soft thud on the ground. The boys continued to tease playfully, but their fearless leader decided that ignoring them was best. Like children, they obviously were craving a reaction from him, so I took a note out of his book and did my best to squash my insecurity. They didn’t mean to actually make me uncomfortable… it was just how Kray and Dow were. Practical jokers.
Vulfu lay me down amongst the soft mosses by the creek, close to Mowha, Krahu, and Veshy, all of whom greeted me by coming over to give me gentle little head bumps. But the moment my adoptive mother could get a better look at me, her dark eyes moving from the top of my head all the way down to my toes and back again, she frowned in disapproval and glared at Vulfu.
A flurry of words and growls followed, with her gesturing at me and swiping at the air in his direction. Meanwhile he, sitting on top of the little incline above the creek so he could keep watch on everyone, simply cast her a wicked grin in return, one I recognized even from a distance and with crappy vision. I knew it well. Mowha took my wrist and held it up high, gesturing at the little marks, the bruises I’d obtained from three days of passionate lovemaking. I cringed a little. If only she could see the bruised handprints I had underneath my animal skin. I think she’d black out in her rage.
Whatever she was saying to him, he seemed completely unbothered by it, as he just shrugged and looked away, always scanning the trees for a sign of danger.
Shaking her head and grumbling to herself, Mowha helped me unfold all the furs I’d brought out and together, she, Veshy, and I began to wash them, while Krahu wandered nearby with a clay looking bowl, gathering a few freshly ripened berries from the bushes nearby.
The sun was warm on my back, but having my arms almost completely immersed in the cool creek helped. It was nice being outside again, however, every once in a while, my mind would wander and I’d think about how Vulfu would grab me, how he’d stare deep into my eyes as he fucked me sensually, like he wanted to see every reaction I had to what he was doing to my body. Whenever I blushed at the thought, Mowha would click her tongue, like she knew exactly where my mind had wandered to, but to her credit, she didn’t scold me as she had him.
When we found a sunny spot nearby for everything to dry, I managed to sit back and relax as Krahu brought over a bunch of berries and nuts for the four of us to share. Vulfu and Dahkha had begun to make rounds around the perimeter of our home, disappearing briefly into the trees and thick underbrush of the forest, patrolling as the rest of the family rested.
I felt a sharp tap on the back of my head and looked over my shoulder to see Kray crouched there, grinning as he waited, like I was supposed to be doing something.
“What?” I asked him, a handful of my favourite raspberries cupped in my palm about halfway to my mouth as I waited. “Wahoe?”
Dow suddenly appeared out of nowhere, snatching my food from my hands and ran off, guffawing gleefully as his friend followed, both looking immensely proud of themselves as they shared the snack I had been about to eat. I rolled my eyes at the pair, knowing that they weren’t really hungry. They just wanted to play a prank and were proud they’d pulled it off. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head, I turned back to the women and stretched out on the soft moss, the sun warm on my skin.
It was so… peaceful here. So unlike the city in every way. I didn’t like crowds of people and going to school, to the grocery store, anywhere really, was always busy and loud. But in the woods, I could lie back with my eyes closed, not worrying about being bumped by a stranger, or having to make small talk. I could listen to the creek, the birds singing overhead, and just let myself be. It was partly why I joined the hiking club in the first place, that and because I was trying to come out of my shell.
Nearby, I could hear Kray and Dow playing some game together, their voices were familiar and comforting. As was Veshy, Mowha, and Krahu’s. It was tranquil, and I felt so content that as I let my arms fall back above my head against the moss so I could stretch out a little bit more, I couldn’t help but smile in contentment.
However…
Everything changed the moment I had.
From the other side of the creek, there came a sudden crash through the underbrush, the leafy bushes snapping and flying apart as a figure suddenly came barreling out toward us. My eyes snapped open in alarm, my heart hammering in fear in my chest while the others around me spun around to search for the intrusion.
The figure I would know anywhere. His tanned skin, dark hair, even blurred from a distance I knew who it was. Vulfu ran at our peaceful little circle from across the creek, sending a spray of water everywhere as he charged over. At first I wondered if he was angry with us; me or with one of the women. Or perhaps he’d seen Kray and Dow do something he hadn’t liked. As he stormed closer, his features became more discernible, and I recognized that heated stare of his, which just so happened to be locked right on me.
What had I done?
Horrified that I’d somehow offended him, I sat up, ready to dodge a potential swat from him.
The others, now catching on to the fact that I was the one in trouble, scattered, leaving me on my own. Even my usually protective, adoptive mother ran away, leaving me to fend for myself. Terrified, I cast one quick look at Vulfu, who was still running through the water, the droplets that flew through the air shining in the sun like diamonds, his focus wholly on me, and I rolled over, clambering to my hands and knees. I was about to get up to run for it, deciding that if I could at least be agile enough to get out of his reach somehow, I’d avoid the swats he gave the others when he felt like they were disobedient. Kray and Dow usually lost him when they climbed up the trees. I don’t know if I could reach the heights they did, but I’d certainly give it a try.
But Vulfu was so quick that before I could even rise to my feet, he snagged the back of my deerskin dress and lifted me off the ground.
I let out a surprised and fearful cry as the moss disappeared beneath my fingertips and legs, while Vulfu spun around, growling at the others, like he needed space for whatever it was he was about to do to me. Seriously, what had I done? I was literally just lying there, stretching in the sun. Desperately, I searched for my adoptive mother, but she had moved back with the others, looking unbothered now that Vulfu had claimed his intended target, and simply settled a little further downstream with the rest. The two boys had run off, apparently to play in the treetops judging by the sounds of their calls and laughter from above, and in the distance, I could make out Dahkha’s blurred figure roaming around the perimeter, taking over as our watchful guardian while our leader punished me for… well, whatever I’d done wrong.
“Vulfu!” I cried, reaching back in an attempt to grab him, “Let me go!”
He prowled up the incline, ignoring my pleas as he carried me with ease with one hand . The guy was seriously strong. Like, it was kinda scary how strong he was. He’d proven that time and time again. And now, I was in for it.
“Look, whatever I did, I-I…” I stammered, trying desperately to think of what I could possibly have done to piss this terrifying guy off. The man I’d been having passionate and vigorous love making sessions with was gone, and instead, I was facing off with the leader of a completely wild pack of people who could kill someone with his bare hands. To say I was terrified was an understatement. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay? Wahoe? Wahoe!”
I knew that wahoe meant a few things, usually in question. Like a substitute for what? What’s wrong? What’s that? So, I hoped that by me saying it, he’d realize I had no idea what I’d done. They had no word for making apologies, so I couldn’t even appeal to him that way. I just kept squirming in his tight grip, repeating one of the few words I’d learnt over and over again.
He made it to the top of the incline with ease, despite my struggling, and shocked me by giving my ass a sharp swat. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely caught me off guard long enough to go still in his hold and peer up at him over my shoulder in shock. He was watching me with an expression I hadn’t anticipated. Instead of anger, or strict discipline, he had that secretive grin that looked so mischievous and confident. Was he being cheeky?
“Did you just spank me?!” I practically shrieked.
Vulfu’s gaze heated at my proclamation, like he enjoyed seeing me appear indignant. A few weeks ago, the old me would start crying and would continue to plead, or shrink in on herself, hoping to disappear. But Stevvy now … well, I met his cocky smirk with a glare and mustered as much dignity as I could given the fact I was still suspended in the air by his hand, staring at him straight-on. What now, Mr. Grumpy?
Noticing the change in my attitude, my defiance rising, his smile only broadened, and he knelt on the grassy knoll like he was ready to engage now. Good. He scared me and everyone else half to death when he’d come tearing out of the woods like a bat out of hell. He owed me an answer.
But instead, he settled me before him, back onto my hands and knees, and gave me another sharp slap on my behind over my dress.
I let out a squawk of protest and tried turning to yell at him, but the man simply pressed a hand to the middle of my back and forced me down to the soft ground, my ass still up in the air on my knees.
Whoa, what? What the hell?
Before I could question his intentions, one of his rough, calloused hands slid up the inside of my thigh, the touch so light it almost tickled, before he smoothly slid his fingertips beneath the short fold of my deerskin, right between my pussy lips.
WHOA, NOW!
We were in full freaking view of the rest of the family, practically on stage for all to see on this little incline! As my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, I automatically tried crawling away, but Vulfu wouldn’t allow that. The hand pressing into my back grasped my shoulder, sliding around the front of my throat, forcing me to still lest I choke myself, and continued to gently caress my pussy, sliding his fingers around, teasing my clit, uncaring that we were fully on display.
“Nuh uh! Not here !” I cried, my moment of bravery now crumbling away fast when I realized what this had all been about. Evidently, my stretching in the sun had been what set him off. To think that I had such power over a man to turn him on with a simple move was empowering to say the least, but I wasn’t down for public… well, as public as can be in the woods, indecency. “It’s not happening, Vulfu! No!”
Vulfu rumbled from deep in his chest, his version of laughing, and easily held me in place as his fingers continued their exploration. When he moved back up to my clit again, this time pressing against it as he swirled his thumb around, I couldn’t help but close my eyes at the sensation.
“Vulfu… no…” I whispered, still panicked that we were in full display of everyone else.
“Vulfu… Nnnnoooo,” he murmured, leaning over me so that his lips brushed the shell of my ear.
“That’s right,” my voice was hushed as he swirled and pressed again, two of his fingers now sliding deep within me, rubbing against my inner walls. “No. Not here.”
“Nnnnoooo,” he growled, his breath fanning against my skin. “Nuuuuh hhhherrrr.”
“That’s right,” I gasped a little when he began to move his hand with more fervor, his thumb toying with me in the way he discovered I liked, a way he’d abused heavily over the past few days to get me into the mood when I felt too tired. “Not here.”
“Nuuuuh hhhherrrr,” he rumbled again, and reared back onto his knees, his hand squeezing around my throat in that possessive, controlling way of his. Then, with sudden quickness, his hand began to rapidly thrust his fingers deep inside, rubbing, the onslaught catching me off-guard, and the wet sound further embarrassing me. But the rushing sensation overpowered all else, and all I could do was strain against his hold, grip handfuls of grass, and squeeze my eyes shut as he forced an orgasm from me. Demanded it. I tensed around him, trying to catch my breath, trying to ignore the fact we weren’t hidden away from the others…
“Stevvy!” he snarled suddenly, and he squeezed my throat a little harder, giving me a little shake. The moment he did, I felt my entire body squeeze and holy hell… that release shocked my system as I began to shake.
It was what he was waiting for, evidently, because he let go and withdrew his hand, leaving me bereft for only a moment, before he whipped my skirt up, exposing my ass to everyone and everything around us, gripped my hips, and thrust hard . I gasped at the sudden, sharp intrusion and tried pulling away, my body still wracking from the orgasm I’d just had, but he held me in place, pulling my hips toward himself as he moved with quick, hard thrusts. The sound of our bodies smacking together echoed throughout the clearing, and I knew everyone would hear it.
As though sensing my apprehension about this, he gave my ass another sharp slap, to which I snarled in return, muttering, “ Stop spanking me!” all while greedily meeting each one of his thrusts.
“Stevvy jugra Vulfu. Vulfu shvuoy. Vulfu khuhgwo,” he panted.
Stephanie belongs to Vulfu. Vulfu strong. Vulfu protect.
“Vulfu aghaal!”
Aghaal… that was a word I’d only heard in passing from the others, always in reference to him. I got the sense it was a title, a word meaning respect to, and as Vulfu was the head of their family, I could only assume it meant leader, chief, ruler. If that was the case, then yes. Absolutely. Vulfu was a leader.
And he made me his . Which meant…
If I dumbed this down, I was meant to do as he wanted. And right now, what our fearless leader wanted was to fuck his girl in the middle of the clearing for all to see.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
What truly bewildered me about this realization, was how secretly, I was freaking turned on from it. Knowing that this man, this glorious, beautiful, strong leader of the woods wanted me, wanted to fuck me before all others, was actually sort of getting me off! My humiliation was ebbing away, replaced with something else. A high of sorts. A thrilling rise that had me grinning as I stretched like a cat before him. Soon, like all other times that I'd been entangled with Vulfu, the rest of the world faded away until it was just him and I.
“Stevvy…” he moaned, my name rolling off his tongue with a growl from deep in his chest.
“Vulfu…” I sighed, closing my eyes as he grunted hard behind me.
The sound of our bodies together, his deep, masculine grunting, all of it had my head spinning as that surge began to rise and strengthen, pulsing faster and hotter than before. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as his arms wrapped beneath my belly, pulling me up off the ground just a bit, the added pressure against my middle adding to the intensifying feeling I was craving.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my fingers gripping handfuls of grass as the pumping motion of his hips quickened, each stroke of his cock hitting harder and faster. “Yessss… fuck me, Vulfu!”
A deep growl rumbled from his chest in approval at the breathy way I demanded for more, and for a brief moment, he leaned over my back to bite my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to bruise for sure. Mowha was gonna have a fit later.
“Stevvy… vvvvvvuck!” he hissed, trying to mimic my words.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Yes, fuck. Fuck me harder, Vulfu! Harder!”
“Vuuuuck! Vuck, Stevvy!” he panted, now jackrabbiting as he straightened, my knees still suspended in the air, his thick muscled arms holding me effortlessly up to his pelvis so he could keep going. Sliding one hand free, he then swatted my ass first on one side, then the other, then back again, each time leaving a sharp sting. I cried out at each one, though the smile on my face was enough to tell anyone who was watching that it hadn’t hurt, not that much. I was enjoying this rougher sex. Something I never thought I’d want.
“Stay still!” Harris grunted as he cornered me in the workshop.
“No, please… please, let me go, Harris,” I sobbed, hands held out in front of me. I’d been wandering the halls, avoiding the circulating crowd of popular girls when a hand reached out of the darkened classroom and viciously yanked me in.
“Stevvy…” Vulfu panted, his voice filled with awe and tenderness, something I wasn’t used to hearing from men.
“Hey, you’re the new school slut, right?” Harris grinned like the devil as he neared my corner, knowing I had nowhere to go. “I just want a turn, is all.”
“I’m not, I-I…” I looked around, hoping that a magical door to safety would somehow appear out of thin air. “Marcus and Pete… they-they…”
“I heard. You fucked Marcus at his place, and then begged Pete to screw you in the science lab. I hear you spread your legs like a whore for them both.”
“No! It wasn’t like that–”
“Fuck this, I’m over it,” Harris lunged then, seizing my wrists and painfully twisted them as he wrenched me away from my corner, whipping us both around and dragged me out of view of the doorway to one of the back workbenches.
“Vuck, Stevvy!” Vulfu moaned and set my knees down, now moving his body to mould perfectly over mine, his stomach to my back, his lips at my ear as he licked my lobe and breathed in the scent of my hair. “Vulfu gwukh… Stevvy mmahch!” I let my head fall to the side to rest against his jaw, eagerly pushing back to meet his thrusts, all while my body began to tremble and shake as I felt my core tighten even more at the closeness we shared.
Harris threw me down over the bench, my hands stopping my face from hitting the hard, dusty floor, but before I could right myself, I felt him viciously tug at my jeans, pulling so hard two of the buttons broke free, getting lost in the wood chips and sawdust.
“Stop, please,” I cried, hoping someone would hear me, “Help! Someone please help!”
Harris cursed under his breath and before I knew it, a musty, old rag was shoved into my mouth before he struck me hard across the back of my head, making me see stars. “Shut the fuck up, you slut!” he hissed before he snagged the waist of my pants down, panties and all, to reveal my naked backside. Seizing both my hands, he held them together high up behind my back so painfully, I cried against my gag.
“Fuck yeah,” Harris was triumphant as he unzipped his pants, the sound of the fumbling of his zipper surprisingly loud in my ears. “You’re going to enjoy this, aren’t you, you dirty whore? You like it like this?”
I shook my head, my protests muffled against the gag, tears streaming down my eyes and falling to the ground, my glasses dangling off my nose at first, before falling with a soft thump into the sawdust, too. He positioned himself between my legs, laughing at the pitiful way I struggled against the painful hold he had me in.
“You’re fucking nothing, isn’t that right, Stephanie?” He chuckled as he positioned himself behind me. “Nothing but a cumbasket. I’ll let the others know if I think you’re worth it.”