Bree Bellucci

Bred By Wolves

He could see the outline of her thin frame from his hiding spot behind the tree. She wore a green flowing shirt and brown shorts that hugged snuggly around her perfect ass. Her long blonde hair was trimmed in a halo around her face, making her look like a wood nymph or a fairy, flitting around through the trees. She was walking slowly, bending over to pick up kindling for the fire as she went. Her thin body barely crunched the soil and leaves beneath her as she walked lithely down the forest path.

She hummed a quiet tune to herself, not knowing anyone else was there. He held his breath, crouching further, keeping as still as humanly possible until she reached the place right in front of his tree. Closer, and closer she came. She wasn’t in a hurry. She had her hands wrapped tightly around the twigs and smaller branches, grabbing dry grasses as she walked. He waited until the last possible moment, his mouth watering with the taste of surprise, the hunt, the smell of someone who had no idea what was coming.

“Boo!” He screamed.

Jane turned around with a gasp, dropping everything out of her hands.

“God damn it, Todd! You fucking scared me. And look what you made me do!”

Jane shook her head, gesturing to the twigs and branches that were scattered all around her feet.

“Oh come on, Janey. What did you think I was? A wolf?”

He walked over to her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. He gave her a kiss on her pouty lips even as she tried to pull away.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting our tent set up?”

“You’re just mad I got you first.”

Her face slowly broke into a smile.

“You better watch it this weekend,” she said, pushing him away from her as he attempted to help her pick up the scattered pile of kindling. “I’ll get you back for this.”

Jane pretended to be legitimately mad, but Todd was right. She what really made her angry was that she hadn’t scared him first. They were both quite rowdy, each trying to one-up the other by being the toughest, funniest, and most successful practical joker.

Jane and her boyfriend Todd, two of their closest friend couples, Tracy and Manny, and Carrie and George, were all taking this camping trip together for Labor day. The coming of fall was one of Jane’s favorite times of year. And to make it even better, this weekend was a Blue Harvest moon. She was glad they had all decided to get separate tents this time; something about the full moon always made her extremely horny.

The group of twenty-something's had arrived with just enough time to set up their campsite before darkness fell. Something about the mountains made dusk feel even shorter, perhaps it was the way the waning light was tempered by the trees and the cliffs themselves, but the nights seemed to buzz even more with a kind of animalistic energy.

The magic hour, ever since she was a child, that’s what Jane had called dusk. As a little girl it was the time she had been told to come back inside from playing outdoors. Now, as an adult, it was the time when her day really got going. The time when she felt most alive, ready for anything to happen. She only really felt like an adult when she did things that adults shouldn’t be bothered with doing. Things like sleeping until noon, staying out until sunrise, eating with her hands, peeing in the woods, one night stands, and other things most responsible grown-ups were supposed to know better about.

Though she was responsible in most aspects of her life, the sexual excitement and ecstasy of her adolescence was still growing stronger, even at 25 when she was supposed to be settling down and getting her career in line — not worrying about chasing lovers and playing games.

The truth was, Jane loved sex. She didn’t think of it as an addiction; things that weren’t unhealthy shouldn’t bear such a negative stigma. She liked it soft and sweet as well as hard and rough. She liked it with two people and with four people and maybe with ten — she hadn’t tried it but she wanted to. She wanted it any way, any place, in any position. As much as her body could handle. And she could handle a lot. If she could manage the circumstances, Jane would have constant sex. But there were those silly things like jobs and dinner and cleaning that sometimes got in the way. And besides, the men she knew needed an awful amount of recovery time between rounds.

As Jane grew older and as her body and her mind matured, the more comfortable she became with herself, the more she wanted to experiment in the bedroom. She knew herself extremely well, she knew the folds of her own body, the curves of her breasts and the supple feeling of her hips, protracted by the sharp protruding bone. She wanted to find the limits of her own skin, to feel herself stretch to the point of almost breaking, and maybe even more. The more adult she felt, the more she wanted to be treated like a dirty teenager, exploring the positions and fluids of copulation for the first time, again and again.

By the time all three of the tents were assembled, and the table, camping shower, and the camp fire were set up, everyone in the group was starving. They planned on fishing for most of their food that weekend along the banks of the river. The river was very close to their campsite and they heard from the park rangers that it was thrashing with salmon and carp and every kind of edible pescetarian dream. Tonight they would have to settle for the most basic of campfire meals, hotdogs and baked beans. Todd had carved several of the longer sticks Jane had gathered into a point so they could roast them the old fashioned way.

“There’s nothing old fashioned about hot dogs,” snarked Carrie. “In the old days people would have had to hunt their own food, and rip the meat off the bone and eat it right then. These are just the leftover parts cased in some intestinal sacks.”

“Shhh,” said Manny. “Don’t make them sound too exciting or the animals will all want some.”

“You are what you eat,” Jane said, half-joking, holding up an uncooked hotdog for a group cheers. Normally she wouldn’t put something like this in her mouth unless it was attached to a living thing. But this was a vacation, after all. She could stray a little from her everyday routine. There was something childlike and nostalgic about eating a hot dog roasted on a stick surrounded by all her best friends.

Still, Jane was usually careful about what she ate. She was pretty healthy, for the most part, lots of fruits and vegetables, always her full eight glasses of water. Although she never neglected her sweet tooth, she was blessed with a quick metabolism and a love for exercise. She could pretty much indulge in all the cake and pastries and other sugary things she wanted.

Before long the food was gone and the couples left the fire one by one, either to go to sleep or to partake in some other more private activities. Jane noticed that the boys had pitched each couples’ tent as far away from the others as possible, while still staying within view. It looked like they were all expecting to get lucky that weekend at one point or another, and that it might get loud.

“We’ll see who wins this game,” said Jane to herself. She and Todd were the last to leave the campfire. Todd reached into the cooler and took out the last hot dog.

“Are you sure you aren’t still hungry for more?”

He wiggled the limp dog at her. And then speared it hastily with the point of his roasting stick.

“Actually, I am hungry,” she said, licking her lips dramatically. “But not for that.”

Jane looked straight at him and then down at her blouse. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, and opened the front of the material to show that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her perky round breasts peeked out, they were big for her small frame, and the cool night air hardened her pink nipples on contact. She licked her finger and reached down to trace the puckered skin of her breast, drawing circles around her light pink areolas.

She pinched the top of her nipples with both hands and pulled the taut skin of her breast out until they began to burn. She could almost hear Todd’s erection rise beneath his jeans. He didn’t wait for his hot dog to finish cooking. He threw the stick, food and all, into the brush and sat up quickly, throwing water on top of the fire with a sizzle. They zipped up the rest of their food in the cooler of the bear-proof bin and ran over to their tent. Todd began unzipping himself before he could even reach the zipper on the tent.

Jane flopped down hastily on their firm double air mattress. She was hoping it would be popped before the weekend was over. She slipped off her shorts, but left on her lacy black thong. Todd liked it when she kept a little something scandalous on. While Todd was pulling off his pants, she spread her legs and moved the black fabric of her thong to the side, revealing a fully shaved pussy beneath the silky material.

Normally she left a peachy blonde landing strip, but Todd like when she shaved everything off. His eyes widened with surprise and his mouth parted slightly with instant approval. She V-ed her fingers between the lips of her pussy and spread them further. Her luscious inner lips hung in flapping pleats, housing the swollen red jewel of her clit on a bed of already slick skin.

Todd let out a moan and reached for his hard veiny cock, he moved towards her to put it right into her waiting pussy. She lifted her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, arching her back as he pushed inside of her without hesitation. The mattress squeaked rhythmically under them with every forceful trust. She looked down at his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, the sight of him inside of her drove her wild. She closed her eyes and let him fill her again and again, trying to imagine that he was entering her even deeper. The sensation of her freshly shaved mound was so much more intense, and she could feel his member scrape against her wet lips with every thrust. He started to huff with strained breaths, like he always did before he let loose.

“Wait,” she said, as he came all the way out of her. “Let’s finish it the other way.”

For a second, Todd was confused, he sat there on his knees, head butting up against the top of their tent, holding himself. Jane sat up and turned around on all fours, bouncing lightly up and down on the air of the mattress. She turned back her head and looked seductively into his eyes while reaching over to guide him directly into her tight hairless pink asshole. Todd’s face broke into a slow grin, followed by a solid moan.

“Oooh, baby. Yeah. How did you know I wanted to put it in there?”

Jane turned around and put her face down into their sleeping bag. She filled her mouth with the slick fibers, drooling everywhere. She needed her mouth to be full to cum. With a cock or at least something else to substitute. But god, Jane thought. There was nothing else in the world like a cock. Nothing even close. The thick shaft of pleasure was a singularity, the object of Jane’s most repulsive, compulsive, carnal and powerful desires. Todd was big enough, but she wanted even more. Something he alone couldn’t offer. She wanted to be filled from every angle, to be fucked in every hole at the same time. She reached her fingers down to her clit and began rubbing herself, dripping wet and sliding off herself with every motion.

“You sure are a greedy little girl, aren’t you?” said Todd, watching her touch herself.

He had no idea.

She could feel her asshole contracting around his dick, opening up and getting pounded again and again. She let out a muffled scream into the sleeping bag, then moved her hips back and forth to take him in and out.

“You dirty little slut,” he said, grabbing her hips and helping move her faster. He didn’t care if the other couples heard them, even if she did mind, he was too far gone in his lust for her. “You like it when I fuck you like this, like an animal?”

He was getting more turned on by the sound of his own voice, and the sound of her silencing herself.

“Oooow, ooh, oooow,” she moaned into the pillow.

Todd stopped.

“NO!” she screamed, “Don’t stop. Come back inside me. It hurts so good.”

She had never felt so greedy before, and she knew when she came it was going to be a creamy mess, all over the floor of their tent. But before he could put it back anywhere, Todd convulsed with a shivering moan, and spurted white hot juice all over the blue polyester of their sleeping bag.

“Sorry, baby,” he said. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

As usual, Todd fell asleep almost immediately. But Jane was not so lucky. She lay awake under the crushing weight of Todd’s left arm, tossing and turning for hours. Through the thin mesh roof of their tent, she could see the outline of the full moon. She couldn’t remember ever seeing one so big before. She could see all of the dark craters, the faces, outlines of her dreams and her desires. Beside the moon was the outline of the constellation Orion.

“Look at you, with that belt and that second swinging sword,” she said. “What a show off.”

Even the stars told the story of her discontent. After what felt like hours of laying awake, Jane left the tent quietly to take a moonlit hike. She slipped on one of Todd’s flannel shirts and her own hiking boots.

“Might as well take advantage of this beautiful night,” she thought.

She walked by the other tents to see if either of her friends were in the same predicament, but both tents were still and quiet. Either they had all cum sufficiently and lay in a comfortable orgasm-induced sleep by now, or they were all getting old.

Elsewhere in the forest, three beasts were tearing their way through the trees and brush, in search of something to quench their most basal desires, even as their bodies were changing beneath them. Ulric, Zeff and Bertolf, were on the last phase of their transformation, morphing from humans into fierce and magnificent wolves, triggered by the power of the bright full moon. It was the second one that month, meaning they had barely just recovered from their last shift, and their bodies were taking the toll as their minds got further into the wolf spirit.

Being born half wolf, half human meant that the brothers were genuine shape-shifters. Men of sorts during much of their lives, albeit hairy and gruff and still more wild than any human that walked city streets or worked for other men. But during the full moon, they morphed into magnificent wolf-like creatures. Their hands turned into great hairy paws, with claws that could kill with barely a swipe. Their ears, growing into a point, were capable of hearing things humans could never imagine being able to hear: the soft crawling of insects, the rustle of trees half a mile away, or the changing of the seasons.

Their teeth shifted and filled their mouths as they grew more yellow and the points sharpened into daggers that could rend any flesh. Their snouts grew out from the center of their sharp cheekbones, picking up scents 10,000 times stronger than any musk or perfume. And their sex drives, which were driven by hormones that were both human and animal, but all male, were the most powerful of all the forest creatures'.

The prowl was the ultimate game to Ulric and his brothers, they loved nothing more than to hunt fresh female mates in the night. There were however dire consequences, Ulric knew that much, for it was the last thing his father, Rannulf, told him:

“When you are in your human body, you may do as you wish. Plunder, pillage, ravage the forests in search of your own pleasure. Satiate yourself. As often as you can and as hard as you can, this will bring honor to our family. But when your shape has shifted, when you embody the likeness of the wolf, you must be careful. You must choose wisely. It is a powerful force you bear and you must find the source that can take your weight. Your seed is much more powerful then, and will create offspring that are of our kind. You must take the chosen women home with you to your cave after copulation, or you must kill them. There is no other way.”

Jane reached the bank of the river just as the moon was directly overhead. The reflection in the water created a vibrant image of two worlds colliding, the moon above was mirrored and distorted on the wavy surface. She took off her boots and timidly slipped one foot into the piercing cold water. She sucked in air sharply through gritted teeth as she adjusted to the temperature. She gently placed her other foot into the water and relaxed as both feet touched the bed of the stream.

The rocks beneath were smooth, massaging her worn feet as she stared into the dark horizon. Before she could give her impulse a second thought, Jane took off the flannel shirt and dove head first into the flowing river. She was stabbed by the icy knives of the water as she descended into the murky river. The water loosened its sharp grasp on her skin as her body temperature adjusted.

She cut through the water like a fish, sleek and empowered. When she finally re-emerged on the surface of the water, she opened her mouth wide to take in a desperate breath, and saw that she had gone much farther upstream than she had intended. She paddled up and down, looking towards the shore for her boots or the place where she emerged from the woods. But there was nothing in sight.

Jane crawled out of the water onto the bank of the river, she was shivering violently but greeted by a gentle and warm breeze. The water felt good, but quelled nothing, she still felt restless and unsatisfied. She stood on the edge for a while, rubbing her arms and legs trying to dry herself off. But sooner or later she would have to try and find her way back. Clothes or not. The water droplets on her skin refracted the moonlight, and she looked, from far away, like she was actually glowing.

There had to be some way to get back, some path that she would recognize. This was a state park, after all. There must be marked trails or signposts. Jane wasn’t exactly the most modest person. She didn’t mind walking through the woods completely nude. But she did have her boots to worry about. She had bought them specially for the trip. And Todd never liked her wearing his shirts, much less losing them on the bank of the river. The further she walked into the woods, the more and more at home she felt in her bare skin.

Ulric led the group through the forest. They were quiet for their size, for they knew exactly where to step to make the least amount of noise. They grabbed branches above, swinging over the paths to move quicker, all the while smelling everything for miles. Suddenly, Ulric saw Bertolf stop in his tracks. Ulric moved closer and saw that Bertolf had spotted human footprints. He leaned down to get the hearty scent from the trail and his nostrils flared. He grunted deeply, and then pointed in the direction of the trail.

Jane was sure she had seen this trail before. Or had she? How long had she even been away from the camp? She looked up and saw the moon, on the opposite side of the sky, but no hint of morning. She felt her feet sink far into the soil of the trail, almost causing her to trip on the uneven ground. She looked down to see tracks, some kind of animal, she was unsure of what type. But when she moved her feet she saw how large the tracks really were. She gasped suddenly as she heard a quiet groan.

“Todd, is that you?”

There was a rustle, but no response. She started to get more sensitive. She felt her hairs standing on end, a wave of sensation going up and down her body. Like the wind, if the wind had large soft hands.

“George? Manny? It’s not funny anymore.”

Still no reply. Her scalp began to tingle. Every hair on her tiny body stood on end.

“Ok, you win. Seriously you guys, come out already. I’ll do whatever you want. You really win this time.”

Jane turned around in circles, and saw three massive shadows moving towards her. They were too big to be any of her friends. They were too big to be any human, she thought. And as they moved closer, they became bigger than any animal she had ever seen.

“Who are you,” she said, trembling. “What do you want?”

By the time they were in full view of the moonlight, standing on their hind legs, Jane was too scared to say anything at all coherent. She looked them all up and down, thinking she was hallucinating or something even worse. But even in her fog, in her nakedness and fear and chill, she knew what they wanted. She could tell just by looking. Leading them forth, in front of each of the brothers, were their massive werewolf erections. They moved slowly inward towards her, until she could only gape open her mouth at their size and their clear intention.

By now she should have been crying. If she was anyone else, or if she was at any other time in her life, she would have been scared, falling to the floor to beg for her life or play dead or wish she was dead already. But the feelings Jane felt were something much different, and much more familiar. She felt hot all over. She felt hungry, like she had been earlier in the evening and more than she had ever been before. She felt her pussy getting wet and her mouth drooling. Deep down she wanted whatever was about to happen.

There was no discussion. Each of the brothers drew themselves toward the woman at a different angle, as if they all knew exactly how to share. As if they had done this many times before. Ulric, who was clearly the leader, charged at her from the front. He jumped on her and brought her down on to her back, laying them both down on the forest floor as he slid his animal phallus into her aching pussy in one fluid motion.

Her pussy stretched and spasmed around his enormous cock. He pressed himself on top of her tiny body, pinning her to the ground as he thrusted into her warm soaking crevice. Jane's senses were overloaded, all she could smell was the dirty musk of his thick fur pressed into her nostrils. She couldn't fight the pleasure emanating from her pussy as the werewolf filled her more than she had ever experienced with any man.

Bertolf approached and grunted loudly, signaling Ulric to remember the others. Suddenly Ulric grabbed Jane around the torso and, without leaving her pussy, flipped her over on top of him, his back to the ground now. She continued to buck her hips into his body as he grabbed her and forced her along his swollen shaft.

Bertolf knelt behind her and pushed her over onto Urlic's chest, exposing her tight little ass, her puckered hole was glistening in the moonlight. The werewolf brought his huge rough tongue to her bottom and began to lick her ass, the sensation almost brought Jane to tears. The feeling of his hot wet tongue massaging her sensitive ass hole was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The feeling was so intense that she quickly forgot about the fact that he was only liking her to prepare her for penetration.

Suddenly he stopped licking and sat up and began to press his cock to her ass. He entered her twitching hole from behind, finding her ass pleasurably virgin-tight, and thanks to his licking it was almost as wet as her cunt.

Zeff padded over to the girl’s face, dangling his monster cock in front of her lips. Usually he was used to having to pry them open at this point, the women being so concentrated on what was happening in her bottom half. But Jane was all there, all ready, licking her lips and opening her mouth as wide as it would go. Her mouth was moist, heated, and he fell into it. Almost entirely. She was soaring in the warmth, the wetness, lost in the hairy flesh and the padding against her lips. The taste was metallic, and she rubbed her tongue around the massive dick that reached all the way into her swollen throat. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the furry base of the cock, needing both hands to handle his girth. She twisted around and squeezed, wanting to bring the beast to his knees.

For the first time, Jane felt completely full. She felt like she was losing control of her insides. She felt like she was expanding to take in the giant invasions. The slick tissue of her feminine membrane was there to guide each of the cocks into her most precious holes. The sounds issuing from the mouths of the wolves was like something out of a nightmare, but she was hearing it this time in a different light, with almost a different body. It sounded like the earth was talking into her hear, telling her to suck harder. To buck more fiercely, to open herself even more than she was now.

For every naked pore Jane had, they had twice the fur. They were polar opposites. She was a small, smooth, curving, wet, cavernous being full of light. They were massive, hairy, hard, forced into angles, sucking darkness from the depths of the forest and thrusting it into her until she felt as though the colors themselves were beginning to drown her from the inside out.

Suddenly, she felt each of them pulling out of her. She opened her eyes, feeling desperately empty and unfinished and wondering what possibly could have made them change their minds. But before she could get further into her doubt, she felt them all reach to flip her body over and around, rotating her so they could take turns entering her different holes. She was filled up once again, her mouth now filled with the familiar taste of her own pussy juice, sweet and cut by the hard flavor of the second dick to enter her mouth.

She sucked herself off of him and swallowed before taking the full length of him into her mouth. The brothers below were having no trouble getting themselves into her, despite their size. She squeezed the muscled of her cunt and her ass at the same time, sending them into spirals of early pleasure. But they had miles left to go. By now, Todd would have cum three times over. But these animals had more man in them than Todd ever would. And now, Jane had more man in her than she ever dreamed possible. And more animal in her than she could have imagined, even in her kinkiest fantasies.

All at once, Jane felt her energy being depleted. She was waning, the tone in her muscles was exhausted from being so tense, so hard and flexed. The energy of her limbs and her tongue, thrashing, so violently but so controlled, began to weaken. There was only so much she could take, it seemed, and she was reaching the ceiling of her own pleasure.

At that moment, she lost all control. She was nearly floating, held up by the pressure and support of the three giant dicks invading her most intimate and sacred places. Just as she thought she would dissolve right into thin air, she felt every pore of her body convulse in a spectacular wave or orgasmic pleasure. Her whole body was on fire. Riding wave after wave, gripping on and sliding off of each cock being driven into her space.

The moon looked brighter and closer, imposing and inviting at the same time. She felt a power, an energy welling up inside her that was like no drug she had ever taken. She felt like she could take on the world, and with that she used every inch of her skin to vibrate herself from the inside out.

One by one, the brothers began to feel her vibrations and brought themselves to their ferocious sexual climaxes. First was the cock in her mouth, pulsing and fucking her in the back of the throat as she prepared herself to take him in, to swallow whatever he had to offer. He came, not in spurts, but in one swift blow, the pressure of the load nearly choked her as she struggled to swallow as much of the foul seed as she could. She barely got a taste, as it went down her throat as fast as she could drink it, gasping for breath, and as he pulled himself out of her for the last time, she kept her wet tongue out to give it a long lick goodbye.

Down on her other half, the brothers were thrusting in rhythm, both of them struggling to keep on their toes while she grabbed at them with her well-trained interior muscles. Jane looked down to see them brace themselves against the nearest trees, their long sinewy arm muscles reflecting the sweat by the light of the moon.

In concert, she felt their animal members welling up with an ungodly amount of cum, and as they let loose inside of her, she felt a rush of warmth that extended through to her very core. She was completely exhausted both physically and mentally. The last thing she remembered was looking up at the bright blue harvest moon, and seeing the shadows of the three faces of the brothers looking down at her naked, worn out body as she closed her eyes.

When Jane woke up, she felt the natural but unfamiliar sensation of stone underneath her body. How long had she been out? Where was she? Why did her body feel like it had been run over by a truck? She tried to move, but every inch of muscle in her body was tired, and still tingling. She felt her pussy, trying to determine what had happened there, but she got only the feeling that she had been well taken care of, whatever had happened to her.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see that it was still night time, but also that she was inside some sort of cave now. Shadowy figures moved about in the distance, but nothing came towards her, anyway she was too tired to be afraid. She didn’t know where she was or where she had been, but she had the feeling that she was safe. So she lay back down on the smooth ground and closed her eyes once more.

“You must have done something pretty spectacular to be back here.”

Jane sat up, and saw a womanly figure sitting near her. The more she looked, the more she realized it was a woman, though she was old and looked worn, she was still quite beautiful. Her hair was wild and unkempt and her clothes looked like they were made out of leaves, or taken right out of the ground.

“Who are you?” Jane said. “And where am I?”

“Do you remember what happened to you last night?”

Jane tried hard to remember, and slowly, pieces came back to her. The wolves. The shivering. Her own nakedness summoning such an experience through the trees. The vibrations of the wind on her skin.

“You were chosen,” the woman said. “You are one of the lucky ones.”

Jane didn’t need to ask what she meant. Having been so closely tied with those creatures for what felt like hours only the night before, Jane knew that their hulking bodies were capable of more than just lust and sex. They were capable of harm and destruction.

“I am Rachel,” the woman said. “I was in your position once, and I never looked back. I built a life here. There was no other way for me to be happy, and since that time I have been the most fulfilled woman in all the world.”

Jane must have looked suspicious, or at the very least a little scared, for Rachel reached her hands over to Jane’s shoulders to comfort her.

“First let’s get you some clothes, and then I’ll tell you all about it.”

As they walked through the cave, Jane passed by several makeshift beds full of couples, some animal some human, laying dazed in the piles of leaves and pelts. Rachel told Jane the story of her own forest adventure. How she begged to be let in. How much she had to sacrifice, but how much it had been worth it. She told her about the ways her partner could satisfy her that no man ever could. As they made their way through the cavernous chambers and hallways, they came across a man, sitting up, looking a little shaken. Jane looked at him as though she had seen him before. Somewhere, maybe in a dream.

“Jane,” said Rachel. “This is my son, Ulric. I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted.”

Jane stumbled towards the handsome man, and sat down next to him on the palette.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

Ulric smiled, and Jane noticed his teeth were unnaturally white and they looked almost as if they came to a point. She looked the man over, and reached out her hand as if he belonged to her, running her fingers along the muscles of his arms, then his chest. He was covered in thick black hair, but beneath Jane could still see the smooth skin glistening with sweat. She put her hands through his thick mane of hair, and as she leaned closer, the man reached over and kissed her on the lips.

In that moment, Jane knew. She had tasted his flesh, and her mind rushed back to the night before, and his taste that she had known in her mouth, and when his monstrous cock that had penetrated her most feminine orifice.

“It was you!” she said, pulling away. “You were there. But how did you end up like this?”

She had so many questions, but sitting across from the man who had given her so much energy, so much pleasure, she began to feel the questions falling away. She felt the blood pumping through her cunt, as if her heartbeat had dropped down between her legs for good. She felt everything situated on that one tiny organ, her clit pulsing with desire for this wolf-man who was sitting across from her. Who she already had tasted, but wanted more.

Before she could even tell him what she wanted, Ulric pushed her legs apart and moved his mouth down to her pulsing center. He looked into her eyes and then moved his head down to lap at her wet cunt, making crude and sensuous animal noises on the way down. He stuck his great thick fingers one at a time into her hole, pushing in and out as he licked ferociously at her engorged clit.

She fell back against the stone floor, moaning, hearing herself and the sounds of Ulric’s slick tongue echoing throughout the cave. Inside her, his hands felt like paws. The pads ran against the inside walls of her sex, bringing her to a place she had never been before.

How intimate, she thought, to know someone in all their forms, to see it played out in such a physical and sexual way that you may almost be with two people at once. She knew that she would never go back to her normal life again.

Rachel was right, this is where she was meant to be.

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Bree Bellucci
Bred By Wolves