Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (20 page)

Not long after they began, I managed to steal a glance over at Kalak and found him enjoying the smallest beastman’s mouth. Moonlight glinted off the beads of sweat that collected in the hair covering Kalak’s chest. His head rolled around his shoulders, and the look on his face was of relaxation and contentment.

Hands clenched my hips and yanked me backwards, hard. Then, forward I went, pulled by my hair as the cock in my mouth drove deep.

Kalak roared again, slapping himself across the chest. “Kalak ready!” He shouted, “Hold woman down.”

A couple more tentative strokes from both of my penetrators and then both withdrew. Kalak
was
terrifying in his full glory. Shoving the two of them aside, he circled behind me and demanded “hold woman!” again as he grabbed my wrists. “Hold!”

Taking one wrist each, two of the beasts held my arms helpless and stroked themselves as they watched. The third, to my horror, lifted me off the ground by the waist, presenting my cunt to the mighty Kalak who immediately slid the tip of his cock up and down my slit and then slipped his head inside.

As big as the beastman before him had been, and as wonderfully painful as the four fingers were, nothing compared to the Kalak’s girth. I felt the ridge of his cock push hard against my entrance. He had to strain, push, shove and finally grab both of my hips and ram his weight against me.

So big, so thick. I screamed out, filling the moist moonlit forest with a mixture of agonized cries and guttural moans that seemed to come from deep inside my belly.

One of Kalak’s huge hands grabbed the back of my neck and he let the other rest on my ass as he pulled back, then urged forward again, pushing only a couple of inches deeper with each entry. I stretched around him, but slowly. So, so slowly.

The two in front of me were, by then, jerking themselves in quick, hard bursts. One of them was
very
close to my face. The only thing I could think was how badly I wanted him to move just a few inches nearer so I could suck...

“F-fuck! Fuck!” I screamed as Kalak’s urgent, hungry fucking turned feral. Those tiny, surprisingly gentle strokes from earlier ceased. In one motion, he pulled almost all the way out of my pussy, and then pile-drove himself straight in, cramming me full of every bit of cock he had. The scream that erupted out of my lips frightened even me as he tore into my body, slamming against me so hard I thought he was going to break my hips or tear me in half.

“Hold woman! Hold! Woman!” He commanded, his breathing labored and ragged. “Hold woman down!”

The hands on my wrists clamped down harder, and the beastmen all began to tug themselves harder. Finally, the closest one drew near enough for me to get my lips around the tip of his prick. I circled him with my tongue, gave him a gentle nibble at first. From his grunting, I figured he liked it and gnawed harder, as best I could in between screams.

Kalak mercilessly rammed his bestial manhood again and again against the back wall of my pussy, his furry ball sack thumping against my pubis with every single desperate, vicious, pounding fuck stroke.

A trickle of cum ran out of the cock in my mouth and rolled over my tongue, down my throat. As I sucked, another drop oozed out, then another.

For the first time, one of the beastmen who wasn’t Kalak spoke. “Kal-Kalak, me, uhnnn... cannot hold...”

I realized then, that for all his roaring and posturing, Kalak had not yet gotten
really
angry. The idea that one of his subordinates was going to pump my throat full of cum was one step too far.

“No!” He rumbled in that threateningly quiet way, “You wait for Kalak. You wait.” Even though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his cold, fixed stare. The creature in front of me gulped hard and nodded.

Forget the beast man, I can’t take much more!

Electric tingles radiated up my belly, tickling my clit and bringing alive a trail of flesh up my chest as my nipples prickled to hard peaks and my cunt started to grip and release Kalak’s pole.

The little squeezes of my pussy muscles apparently did more than a little damage to the giant’s resolve. I heard a shudder rumble out of him and a breath hitch in his chest. He fucked me harder, faster, in longer strokes that seemed to reach all the way to the back of my head. Never before had anything felt like this – never before in my life, no matter what size of a toy or anything I used – had I been this full, this content.

“HOLD... WOMAN!” Kalak grunted as his hands clamped down on my hips.

The one who had been holding me in the air relaxed his grip and gave my weight to his leader, who happily accepted. His hands squeezed my sides so hard I was sure they would leave bruises, and as Kalak slammed his cock blindingly deep again, the three smaller members of the group gathered in front of me, all tugging as hard and as fast as they could.

A terrible sound erupted from Kalak as my body went limp in his hands and my muscles all seemed to tense up at the same time. The cords in my neck tightened and my jaw clenched down hard on the cock in my mouth. I felt tension build in a trail from my scalp to the top of my ass and then, as Kalak slam-fucked me one last time, grinded his cock as deep as he could get it, and began to twitch inside my pussy, I let go.

He groaned when a jet of my sex juice shot out of me and trickled down his balls. Breath escaped my chest in a whoosh and all those clenched up muscles relaxed at the same time. A low, lusty “ooooohhhhhh...” dripped out of my lips, around the beastman’s cock, and a warm tingle shot down my belly. The walls of my sex started fluttering, gripping, milking and releasing Kalak’s huge cock in an ever increasing pace.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the giant beastman drew back almost all the way, plunged forward and exploded inside me. His hot, sticky, milky load came in filling spurts. The more he pumped inside me, the more of his seed that escaped in trickles down my leg, and the harder and more desperately my cunt gripped him. He slammed against me two more times, then a third, gushing stream after stream inside me. The way he held me with my hips aloft and off the ground, I felt his steaming liquid pool deep within.

Kalak remained in that position, his cock thrust deep, as his gushes turned to trickles and the white-out of my orgasm slipped away. Then, one after another, the two beastmen cranking their dicks in front of me released their cum in groaning, sighing bursts. I closed my eyes and relished the warmth crisscrossing my face. Almost as an afterthought, the cock in my mouth began to jump and twitch against my tongue, and in a gasping, grunting surge, filled my mouth so quickly that lost half of it down my chin before I could gulp down the beast’s juice.

Everyone stood perfectly still, basking in the afterglow and in the moonlight, for a few moments.

Kalak was the first to withdraw, and as he did, he shifted my weight in his able arms, turning my body over, wrenching me away from the others. He slid an arm behind my knees and tilted me backwards, presumably so all of that precious cum would stay nestled against my womb. With a gentleness that belied his savagery, he handed me to one of his subordinates.

“Hold woman. Keep woman safe. We lose woman, we lose baby.”

I knew then that I wasn’t going back to the safety and security of that home base. I was not, for a while anyway, going back to civilization. I chose not to fight.

I wanted to find out more about these creatures. I’m the one that stumbled around and disturbed them in the first place.

As we tromped through the undergrowth, leaves crackling and crunching underfoot, asking questions was met with shushing. The three smaller beasts traded off carrying me every so often, and we walked for the rest of the night in one direction, never stopping.

With dawn breaking, red and orange, over the horizon, the beastmen and I came upon a clearing, and I looked to Kalak, who seemed oddly quiet; a far cry from the dominant power he had shown to that point.

Then, I realized the clearing was covered with small mounds.

“Woman.” He said flatly, gesturing around with an upturned palm. “This woman. All...”

“What happened to them?” I said, reaching out and touching his arm.

“No know. Woman all stop eating. Stop drinking. Baby stop coming.”

“How long ago? When did this happen, Kalak?” I asked.

He shook his head. Stared at me for a moment.

“Lot of season. Lot of harvest. No baby, no more.”

His eyes, partially hidden behind his silver mane, seemed to mist up as he surveyed the clearing – the graveyard.

“You make better. You woman fix everything. Help us.”

“How’s that? How can I help you?” I touched higher on his arm, rubbing him through the mat of hair.

“Baby. You give us baby. Start again.”

Kalak patted my belly and a tiny smile cracked his stern face. “Already start. You already start.”

Two – Mate of the Beastman

––––––––

“T
his,” Kalak said with an obvious hitch in his throat, “this... our woman. This our baby. All gone.”

He leaned heavy on the large stick he used to poke through underbrush and knock away vines. After being hunted, taken, and used by Kalak and his three smaller brethren, I should have been terrified of them, should have tried to get away. But, all I did was to put my hand on the huge, silver-haired beastman’s face and tried to turn his eyes to mine.

He kept them on the horizon; on the hauntingly beautiful depression in the forest that housed countless graves. Obviously, I thought, to keep his sadness a secret, at least from his three subordinates if not from me.

As the beastman stared down into the clearing, my thoughts drifted back to the night before. The beastmen, Kalak and the others, at first wrestling as me, my cameraman and my producer watched in awe. We were filming them for a documentary, when everything went wrong. My ponytail, which I had been warned to hide, slipped out from under my hat, and the instant they saw it, the once-docile and playful group turned savage. The cameraman and my producer ran like all the fires of Hell were after them. I made it to a small hole under a tree, where I hunkered down and tried to hide.

Hours later, the creatures found me, dragged me out into the cold chill of the forest night, and ravished me.

I spent my entire youth working as hard as I possibly could in school, all through college and then as a young television professional. Every waking hour seemed to be taken up with some aspect of my job. My current gig as the host of a cryptozoology reality program was something I always dreamed of – my own television show. But, it also drained every ounce of every day.

I had a couple of boyfriends over the years, but never managed to find one I liked enough to get serious about. But, as these huge, hair-and-muscle-covered creatures first fought over me, and then pleasured me as Kalak, the leader, watched, something changed inside me. Instead of clawing, fighting and running like hell – which reasonably, I should have done – I found myself enjoying the attention, the pain and the pleasure.

As I stood beside him, these thoughts rolling around in my mind, I realized his pain. Running a hand over my belly, I wondered if I would
really
be the savior he claimed I was moments after he pumped me full of his seed, caressed me, held me, and claimed me as his.

“Kalak,” I said, stroking his cheek, “what are you called?”

“Kalak,” Kalak said.

“No, no, not you – all of you. What is your group called?”

He blinked and looked back, eyes glinting in the early morning sun.

“Sound...” he trailed off and shook his head.

“Where did you learn to speak? How did you learn English?” I asked as he turned back to the clearing, back to the graves.

“Ah... man. Short man.” He followed this up with a series of gestures, and a few steps with a feigned limp.

He’d be hell to try and beat at Charades.

The hand motions and facial expression mimicked, perfectly, the guide that sent my camera crew and me deep into these woods in the first place in search of the ‘lost civilization’ that ended up being Kalak and a handful of other beastmen. I could not remember his name, or if he had ever given it. I thought not, because of how secretive the man seemed.

Again, I asked him what the group was called, this time adding a hand sweep to indicate the others.

“Ah, hard to... say. We have other sound. My... name?” I nodded and he continued, “my name Kalak, son of Kalak. Kalak was... chief... until dead. Now I chief.”

“Okay Kalak, what are you the chief
of
?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, he saw something among the grave mounds that upset him. “Makel, Krizik, Kel,” he grunted. “Come.”

The three slowly made their way to Kalak, who was by a head, at least, the biggest of the three. His silver mane glistened in the sun. All three of them were muscular, wily-eyed, and as I’d experienced the night before, all very powerful and full of life, even in what seemed a trying time for their people - whatever those people were called.

Kalak issued a series of commands in a guttural, rushed tongue. He squinted back into to the rising sun, shielded his eyes and pointed. When I did the same, I could make out a pair of shapes moving among the mounds of dirt. What sounded like questions followed which he answered with a harsh roar. The three scrabbled off, one straight down into the depression in front of us and the other two – Kel and Makel – circled around the rim, to flank whatever was moving about down there.

“You, come.” Kalak said, grabbing my wrist and jerking me along.

I stood still. No small feat considering the size difference.

“Gina,” I said and yanked my hand away.

Kalak stared.

“My name – I’m Gina.”

He continued staring, either out of not understanding, or disbelief at my insubordination. It was a little hard to tell.

“Kalak,” I said, prodding him in the chest. He touched himself with his palm where I poked, and repeated what I said. “Kalak.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Gina.” I indicated myself. He shook his head and made a comical shape with his lips.