Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (75 page)

Involuntarily I pushed away, scooting myself backward along
the stone floor. The scratches along my upper thighs were almost as thrilling
as the thought of what was going to happen to me when the Wolf King got ahold
of a leg, or an arm, or my hair. To my right, so close to the bonfire that
singed fur seemed like a danger, the red-haired girl was pinned between two of
them. They were both fully transformed, just like Morzan, both howling and
scratching and clawing and pumping.

She screamed and writhed each time they pushed exactly in
time with one another. One of them was so relaxed that his tongue hung out of
his mouth to one side, his chest flexing beneath the slick black hair with each
thrust of his hips. Smack, smack, I heard their flesh crash together over and
over. Watching them, I couldn’t help but slip my finger inside my sex, right
where Alix had hers, turning it just like she did and dragging it along the
front wall of my sex.

I grabbed one of my breasts, squeezed my nipple between two
fingers and looked back to Morzan who had begun lumbering toward me. I kicked
again, skittering further across the floor but it had become more of a game
than anything else. I’d push backwards, and the confused looking wolf king
pursued. He seemed unable to avoid me, like he couldn’t take his eyes off my
slender naked body, not even to look over at Alix, whom he seemed so interested
in before his transformation.

“You’ll have to catch me, Wolf King,” I said, standing up
and walking backwards slowly. I couldn’t believe the power I had over that huge
monster, but there he was, just stalking after me, entranced.

Briefly I stole a glance to my left and saw one of the
wolves driving inside the red-haired girl pull out and pulse his love onto her
belly before she hungrily sucked him into her mouth and drained him. Every last
drop, she licked from her lips, squeezing him as the other one kept right on
slamming against her reddening flesh. She reached underneath herself and
grabbed that one’s sack, and stroked it as the wolf inside her howled and both
took their climax together. For a moment afterwards, the beast stayed deep
inside her and for some reason I wondered if that bulge around Morzan’s tip was
common to all of his wolves.

I wondered, too, if it would feel as good inside me as it
did in my mouth.

“Ah!” I moaned when my back met a wall. “Well I suppose
you’ve got me, don’t you?”

Morzan unleashed another throat-ripping roar and lunged
forward, but I rolled to one side, and his claws clattered off the stone. I
turned back to the center of the room to find many of his men howling in
appreciation. Or maybe they were laughing. It was hard to tell. For each wolf
who was watching the game that their king and I played, two or three more were
taking their pleasure on a girl, and even a few with each other.

I darted back across the center of the room and helped Alix
to her feet. She had her eye on a rather large, silver-haired wolf.

“They can’t think. They can’t reason or talk, they’re just
hungry. Isn’t it wonderful?” She said. “Look, some of the beasts are so wild
and frenzied that they’re taking one another. I admit it, I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what?”

“We are certainly not in the clutches of any fat lordlings
here, Jo.”

I had time to give her a brief smile before the wolf-man
returned her affections. He lunged into the air and pounced so hard that he
slammed into her, knocking my friend to the floor and driving the air from her
lungs. In one jerking, ripping motion, he rent the tattered remains of her
beautiful dress and underclothes, sending them flying as he shredded. Alix put
her hands on his chest, but the wolf grabbed her hair, yanked her to her feet.

Behind me, I heard a scratch of claws on stone and tried to
dodge again, but I was too slow. A clawed hand grasped my shoulder, biting in
my prickling skin and sending thrills all the way down my back and between my
legs. Again, wet heat slipped out from between my folds and I sucked a breath
through my nose that filled me with the hot, stinging scent of King Morzan, his
sweat, his sex and mine, and of the debauchery of all the rest of them.
Debauchery the likes of which I never imagined to exist and had found myself
directly in the middle of.

I yelped as his fingers curled around my waist and the hand
on my shoulder slid into my hair, grabbing me and yanking me backwards, off my
feet.

“You...run...from...Morzan?”

It occurred to me that perhaps he hadn’t enjoyed the game as
much as did I.

“You...run? Slaves do not...run!”

He turned me to face him. His lip curled in a snarl
revealing a set of glistening fangs longer than my fingers. Morzan stared at me
for a moment, his red eyes burning heating me to the core even as the thought
of his teeth made me frigid with fear.

“Pl – please don’t hurt me, I was only playing
with...”

“Enough!” He roared and shoved me to the ground, my knees
hitting first and then my hip. Before I had time to gather my wits, he was on
me again, dragging me up by the hair and forcing my head down almost to the
floor. His height was such that after trying to bend himself enough to fuck me
from that position for a moment, he could not, and yanked me back again,
forcing an almost painful arch into my back and shoving my face against a
bannister that ringed the fire pit where Alix was being ravished.

I reached out to grab the bars and brace myself so that his full
force didn’t crush my face.

The wolf man taking Alix pulled her head backwards and ran
his claws along her throat. I saw her gulp, and then watched him shove his full
length inside her sex in one go. She screamed out, and then moaned before she
shivered with full-body pleasure. The juice from her sex slicked the monster’s
hair covered cock, making the fur run together in bunches as he drove himself
in and then back out.

“Stretch!” She yelped. “So big! So...yesss...again...” her
breath hissed between her teeth. I could watch her all day, her beauty being
ravished by such a terrible, but somehow fascinating beast. Then I was reminded
that I had my own monster.

Morzan’s claws closed on one of my shoulders. He scratched
down my back again and took himself in hand.

“Ah...innocent...so tight...” he groaned, stroking the head
of his long, hard prick against me and letting it dip just between my lips. Up
and down, up and down he dragged his tip, every third or fourth time slipping
it barely inside and turning a circle inside me.

Already I felt such a wonderful fullness that I wanted more
and more. I wanted to feel his head all the way inside me, his fire against my
body. The hand on my shoulder moved up, gathered my fallen hair into a bunch
and twisted it in a ball. His fingers on my neck were so warm that I wished
he’d stuff those inside me too, but as soon as the tip of his cock slipped
inside me to stay, I forgot all about the scratches, the bruises and the pain
shooting down my scalp every time he twisted his hand.

“Oh!” I cried when he stretched past my entrance, “I’ve
never...mmmm...”

When words failed to come out, my mouth just opened and
closed, moans slipping over my tongue and out into the sultry air. I heard Alix
shriek and turned my eyes to her just in time to see her wolf flip her over and
grab her wrists. He leaned back, rested her weight on his thighs, and popped
her up and down on his sex-slicked member, her breasts bouncing with every
shove, and her insistent screaming getting louder with every passing moment.

“I can’t take much more!” She cried out, “it feels too good,
I’m gonna...I’m...unnn...!”

The silver wolf between her legs opened his mouth in a
silent roar as his stomach muscles contracted. His jaw clenched tight, and
Alix’s eyes shot open.

“So warm...yes-yes-yes-yes-don’t-stop! What
is...mmmmyessss!”

Like the other one I saw finish, he held Alix tight to his
body and let her climax wash over and pulse through her body as he pumped
inside her. She groaned, and writhed, then finally called out with a
deep-throated growl of her own before collapsing into his arms on the floor.

As I watched her breathe, wishing to taste her kiss again,
claws dragged down my back. I let out a yelp that turned into a groan as it
left my lips. Two smart whacks, one on my back and one on the fleshy part of my
bottom followed, and then he closed both his hands on my ass, his claws digging
in and his fingers pushing so hard I felt bruises.

“So...so...good,” I said inwardly, cut off when he pushed
his second bulge inside me. “YES!”

The way he pushed in, the second stretch, my canal opening
to let him in, it all took hold of me at once, and I could barely breathe.
Images flooded my mind. I remembered Shingo and imagined that it was him behind
me, with his huge, knotted cock driving deep. I wondered, for some reason in
the depths of my passion, whether he ever got that letter.

A hot trickle ran down the inside of my thighs and a moment
later, the hair on the top part of his thighs brushed against me and swept it
away. So slowly did he move in me that sometimes it seemed like he stopped
completely, like he was staying still, waiting for me to do the work. I pushed
backwards, hands gripping the wooden bars on the partition around the fire pit,
and tried to force him deeper inside me.

“I can’t...I can’t get you any further in, you’re too big!”
I said. My remark made the great king bellow a sound halfway between a laugh
and a growl. But even as I spoke he sank deeper, my entire being stretched
around his thickness and fire burned in my belly. Both of his hands then closed
about my hips hard, squeezing me again. Somehow, his power, his strength and
his urgency were exactly what I wanted.

He pulled himself out until his second bulge dragged near my
entrance, then shoved back in. Once, then a second time, and I felt each hair
on his cock twisting inside me. Then, wet with our sex, he drove forward until
he was a little more than half-way inside, every inch of my pussy stretched
around him. Each time he moved, and his hair-covered rod rasped against my
entrance, I drew a breath. I was constantly sure he had put in as much could
possibly fit, but he pushed deeper, somehow, so far that a sweet, sore ache
began to creep up me.

Smooth, hard wood resisting my grip felt good, solid and hard.
Safe, I realized, and stable. The monster behind me pushed hard again.
Almost all the way in, there’s just no more room, no more of me for him to
stretch out and there’s just no way...

Suddenly, I felt the heavy, thick heat of his sack against
the back of my legs. Not able to believe it, I reached back and squeezed him.
He pushed forward just a little, and as his tip brushed against the deepest
part of my sex, stretching every single inch of me as far as it could possibly
go, his second bump flexed and sent a delicious surge up my back.

“How does this...how do you feel so good?” I said between
gasping breaths. “I’ve never felt anything like...”

He crushed my hips again in his palms, that time squeezing
them like he wanted to pop me between his iron hands. The hair on the bottom of
my rock-hard stomach brushed my thighs and I gave his balls a twist that he
seemed to enjoy, based on the grunting he did.

From out of nowhere, I heard Alix’s voice. “I can still feel
him in me. There’s something about these creatures that’s even more incredible
than the shape shifting.” Her soft touch between my tits and then her rolling
pinches on my pebbled-up nipples felt just incredible, especially with the
violent, lusty hunger of the wolf behind me. She kissed me, sucking my lip
between her teeth when I tried to respond, and giving me a gentle nibble.

“Gods, Jo, you’ve got this monster all wrapped up. It’s like
there’s some kind of spell on him. His eyes are just fixed on you. He can’t
stop looking at you. Don’t look, just feel. Just feel him moving inside you,
his power. How does it feel?”

“It...it feels good,” I managed to moan in between the
stretching, pain and ecstasy of the giant wolf cock buried inside me.

“He looks like he’s close to the edge,” she said. “His neck
is tightening up, you know how men do.”

I looked at her with wide eyes as one of the Wolf King’s
fingers curled underneath me and pushed on my button.

“Well maybe you don’t. When he explodes, it’s...well you’ll
see. Close your eyes, Jo. Just close your eyes. I’ll keep you safe.”

I just couldn’t. Not just then. I looked back and forth,
trying to let myself trust her. She touched my hand with hers and kissed me
again.

“Trust me.”

Nodding, I closed my eyes, and as soon as I did a wave of
tingles washed up my back, and slapped up against my belly. I felt the muscles
in Morzan’s legs tighten. His strokes became hard, fast and deep, every single
one smashing into me.

He squeezed. A groan slipped out of his lips, and then one
came out of me.

Morzan kept one hand on my hip, dragged one down my back,
and I felt him tense up. His cock jumped inside me, both bulges swelled
slightly, and he held his breath.

Then, all at once, his whole body relaxed and something
halfway between a roar and a sigh filled the air. Flooding me from the inside
out, his heat pumped deep, filling me again and again. Each time his cock
pulsed, his knot pushed on my walls in time with the pounding of his heart. The
rhythmic, unceasing tension, the gentle back and forth movement he made, and the
ball inside me that locked us together made all my muscles grip tight.

“Let go, Jo, just let it out.” Alix said, kissing me again
and brushing a hand against my cheek.

A breath hitched in my chest. I gripped the wood so hard I
thought I’d leave palm prints.

My teeth came together, grinding, grinding, grinding, just
like him inside me.

“I can’t...I...ohhhhh,” I groaned, taking my lips away from
Alix’s and trying to breathe between gasps.