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Note from the Author:
Explicit sex. Rough sex. Forced sexual acts. And animal aggression.
Please read with caution.
It is dark erotica with brutality.
Some individuals may find it triggering or upsetting please do not read if you do. The intent is not to upset anyone.
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Lost
I remembered running.
I remembered being covered in blood. Blood which wasn’t mine. It didn’t smell like me.
Sticky dried blood which now matted my hair over my face. My clothes were thick with it making them nearly solid in the chilly morning air. I was cold and I’d been running nearly the whole first day.
Trying to get away from those chasing me. I could remember that much.
But that first evening, I’d tripped over a rock and hit my head so hard against a tree trunk that I’d felt my chin tuck into my neck.
I didn’t wake until the following morning and that was to find the top of my forehead now bleeding down my face. I dragged my wrist over my eyes trying to keep the fluid out of them so I could see.
I couldn’t remember what I was running from anymore but the fear that’d driven me was alive and well.
I was deep in the heart of War Territory. And I was certain something was still chasing me. It’d been days and I was so hungry my stomach was cramping and felt as though it intended to eat itself. But I was driven to frantically look behind me, terrified.
My confusion was only worsened by something moving through the trees so fast I couldn’t tell what it was. It stopped in-front of me, hesitating only a moment and I realized it was a man.
I think. He was covered in mud and ash.
To disguise his scent, likely. That was easy to deduct. And his eyes were vibrant blue staring at me.
But I knew instinctively looking at him that men were what I’d feared running into.
The scream tore out of me even as he dropped something heavy around my shoulder.
I nearly flung it off as I stumbled back. Rearing from his touch. Realizing it was a cloak I stared at it over my shoulder in shock.
When I looked up, he was gone. Scared off by me screaming my head off, no doubt.
So, he’s not the one chasing me.
Who’s chasing me and who was that? I felt ashamed knowing someone had tried to be kind to me, but I was so high strung and disgustingly matted with blood I probably scared him with my hysterics more than he’d scared me.
I saw another flash through the trees and realized he was still out there. Running faster than anyone I’d ever seen.
Or at least could currently recall.
I woke the next morning from sleeping up in a tree. Woke before the sun had risen by the tantalizing smell of a dead squirrel.
Food. I scrambled down the tree. Scratching my leg in the process, but too hungry to care.
I picked up the squirrel and sunk my teeth into it desperately.
The wolf inside me was ravenous but I was too weak from shock and my injuries and hunger to change.
It might kill me if I tried. I knew.
And what good would it do? I’d never been able to hunt. Though my sense of smell was good. I was not amazingly fast and had no skill in running animals down. I didn’t understand how or why they veered the directions they did. I found them utterly unpredictable and impossible to catch.
And I sensed that whatever I was before…I’d never had to hunt.
Food was always brought to me.
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Something nearby shot through the trees, and I realized it was probably that same muddy man that had given me the cloak. Cloth which had warmed me last night.
He must’ve left me the food too.
Thank God I had an ally out here.
But now the question was, what did he want in return?
Wolves give nothing for free. I remembered that bit also.
“Who are you?” I called to where I’d last seen movement.
But something shot through the trees a bit away in a different direction.
I backed up uneasily. There were more.
I knew of only one that was kind. Who was the other?
A flash of movement to my left caught my eye and I yelped. They’re everywhere.
Feeling chased again I ran. But something cutting across my path made me turn left and run straight that way. Hearing their feet crushing sticks and kicking rocks behind me.
They’re on my heels.
I ran faster. Which wasn’t saying much. Breathing raggedly, I ran as hard as I could until coming to a wall. Stopping I stared up at the huge stone and mortar construction.
Seeing only one door carved in it I edged that way but found it too ominous to knock on.
Turning around I stared into the shadows of the afternoon but saw no movement now, heard nothing.
Had I actually lost them? My heart was pounding in my ears so loud I wasn’t sure I could’ve heard someone anyway.
At some point I’d dozed off as evening descended. Sleeping against a tree weekly. Facing away from the wall to watch for intruders. Trying to be quiet. One squirrel had been kind but wasn’t enough. My stomach was growling from the hunger. Feeling like it was gnawing away at my backbone in desperation. “Jaecar!” I heard a man shout from a distance away. “Jaecar!” Another voice from another direction. “Let her in!” This voice was far too my right. How many were there? Let me in where? Was this help or more torment? The door groaned open and a tall man with black hair and a black goatee stepped through the door to meet me. “Who are you?” “Vanna…Rae…” I said slowly. Mechanically recalling my name. “Well, Vanna Rae, you look like warmed over hell.” I assumed this was Jaecar since he was indeed, ‘letting me in.’ “You need to get washed up down in the creek.” He pointe
I didn’t know where I’d come from or why I ended up wandering hungry in the woods.I knew I was fortunate Jaecar had no interest in me.He had his eye on a she-wolf already.Samantha. He'd been chasing every male away from her for years, from what I understood.In some ways I envied her. He seemed to be the only kind wolf among the bunch of lascivious males.I used all the oversized clothes to pretend to be a frumpy little female to keep the pack from being interested.From preying on me under the Mating Moon.It worked. I kept the heavy bindings under my dress each day. And the bodice loose enough to hide any hint of shape. Then I kept my hood low over my face.Doing my damnedest to not earn any attention.I’d kept hidden in the rundown hut for a while, but those aggressive males had soon scented me.Three virile males that were never apart. They looked identical. Good looking,
“That cloak certainly does.” Hunter cackled from behind us feigning holding his nose. “She definitely sweats in it.”“Round little thing, aren’t you?” Racer stepped aside me and lightly poked me in the belly. Unaware it was the soft bindings I layered under my clothes.I nodded hesitantly. Let them think that.But I was nervous. I always was around them.Vanquish led me near the creek.***Soon the other two were splashing and laughing.I was pointedly ignoring them.After a time, I was sure they were busy frolicking. I made a break for it. Trying to retreat back to the safety of my hut.I'll need more nails and boards to keep them out.But as I slowly edged toward the border of trees I bumped into a solid wall and flinched.“Where do you think you’re going?” Vanquish’s inescapable eyes were locked on me. Thick musc
The next morning was the same.They liked bullying me into things.Vanquish banged on my door which barely closed on its weak hinges as it was.It couldn't withstand them if they truly decided to come in."Open the door, Vanna." Vanquish ordered. Something about his commands demanded obedience.I tied the cloak and ran to the door. Barely awake.These three were always awake with first light.I ripped open the door and Vanquish's piercing green eyes lit on me. His head lowered ominously.The two flanking him slightly to the side postured the same."We're going hunting." Vanquish turned and clearly expected me to follow.I was hungry."I'm not hungry." I objected.Vanquish rounded and returned to tower over me. "Then you won't eat until I say so."I hated that he knew I was a poor hunter. I had to rely on the males to leave me food because I was too clumsy to catch anything.
Oh shit! In my state of confusion at them coming at me because of a smell. I hadn't considered that my dress was so loose that when they lifted the skirt, they'd be able to see up to my ribs."Answer me, dammit!" Vanquish roared."What is it?" Racer was dying of curiosity. He dropped to his knees to peer under as well.I closed my eyes against the humiliation. "Old cloth.""You've no underwear but you have that?" Hunter asked incredulously. "Bad plan.""What are you hiding, Rabbit?" Vanquish demanded."Just-just me." I stuttered out.My body. I was trying to be unassuming."You're trying to hide what you look like?" Racer sounded almost insulted.And they all looked it.***"Hold her." Vanquish barked. "I'm going to find out what the hell is going on here."While he unclipped his dagger from the sheath at his hip and withdrew it, Racer had sat atop my thighs and quickly unknotted th
I gasped and bucked trying to get away.Racer slid down to straddle my hips and forearms so he could take the other one. They suckled at me while I struggled.“Screw you two.” Hunter rounded to stand between my thighs. Disappearing from my view.I could only see Vanquish and Racer’s dark heads working my flesh. Vanquish cupped my breast on both sides. Molding it up to get more in his mouth.Both males were moaning in pleasure at the feel of the soft tissue.Racer showered little kisses around the edge of it.Vanquish’s mouth was nearly bruising. Making the small nub of flesh swell and become tender.I reared up when I felt Hunters fingertips circling my opening. Stroking my slit while he moaned. Pressing against one of my thighs to relieve the pressure in his pants.What’s happening?Just minutes ago, they’d all been playfully bathing in the creek. Now they were all grunts and
Racer used my discarded fabrics to wipe my chest and neck.“Get out of my way.” Vanquish ordered him.He and hunter slipped down to hold my arms and keep me from moving.Vanquish rotated around with his cock in my mouth as a pivot point. He grabbed my breasts viciously and pulled them back to him as leverage as he pounded into my mouth.I gargled around him. Catching the rhythm of when I should breathe.“She feels good. Her mouth is velvet. Eh, fuck.” He pushed deep. “I’m going to seed in her mouth.” He did two little jerks and swelled even more to stretch my throat as I felt something hot slip down the inside of my neck.Once he’d finished with me, he slipped out of my mouth and they all released me to stand over me.I rolled onto my knees and coughed. Eventually spitting out what he’d poured into my throat.Glaring, Vanquish crouched in front of me and caught my hair to ti
Vanquish caught the back of my thighs and hoisted me like I weighed as much a bird, to drape my thighs over his shoulders. Planting his face against my entrance.The sensation was utterly shocking. The heat of his breath fanning my lower lips.At the same time, Hunter dropped me to brace on his knee. Holding my shoulders. Keeping me still for Vanquish’s ministrations.What are they doing to me now?This was something new. Foreign.My breaths came out raggedly.Racer dropped his pants down to his thighs and turned my face.I opened my mouth to object, but his cock filled it. Stroking across my tongue and stretching my cheek with hard flesh. He cupped the back of my head as he flexed in and out.The feel of his skin both smooth and hard at the same time.***I screamed and flailed, but barely any sound emerged around Racer’s cock. Everytime I tried to say something, it opened my throat