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Primal Urges

By: FaeLina



Birds swooped from tree to tree, dancing around the small brunette's head, causing Candace to giggle and duck down to avoid their wings. Her silvery-gray eyes danced with delight at the sight of swallows and chickadees chasing each other in a mating dance that was in tune with the beautiful early spring morning; with the sun shining down warmly for the first time in months, everything starting to show new green growth, and the smell of love in the air. 

She loved coming here and walking along the untouched forest behind the suburb she lived and had grown up in. When the trees closed around her, she could easily forget about the encroaching city and noise and bustle of the crowd of people that were always around. This forest was on private land, decreed to remain untouched by the benefactor's impressive money and influence. It had been like this for longer then most people could remember. And while she wasn't supposed to be here, she couldn't resist the draw of the sun dappled forest, the song of the birds, and the call of nature that was so prevalent here. It all struck a chord deep within her soul, calling her back time and time again. Sighing happily, she leaned against a large tree, fingers idly plucking at the rough bark behind her back. "If only I could live here all the time," she murmured softly to herself, causing a pair of rabbits that had been chasing each other to pause and stare at her in fear. She giggled at the wide eyed looks on their faces, admiring their beauty from her position. She wished she could touch them, feel their softness, cradle them to her chest and bury her face in their fur. But as soon as she moved even a tiny bit, they were off like little brown streaks of movement, running for safety to play their spring games.

Candace frowned a bit, looking around and seeing the courting couples everywhere. Even the animals had someone to hold and hug this season of loving. She was the only one who didn't it seemed. Her parents strict upbringing had left her shy around men that truly called to her body, leaving her with only the proper gentlemen her mother decreed were good enough for her daughter. This wasn't many men at all, and not a single one worth any serious thought. All of her friends had new bad boy boyfriends that they were gushing about, leaving her feeling like the perpetual prudish fifth wheel. 

Sighing again, this time in minor despair instead of pleasure, she pushed away from the tree and kept walking. Her hands started to stray over her curvy body idly, caressing her slim waist and full hips as she contemplated her lot in life. Slowly, one hand made its way to the valley between her breasts, fingers feathering against the upper swells. Pushing her silk tank top aside, she caressed the velvety skin beneath, loving the feel of her own full firm breasts. "It's not like I want the hassle of a relationship, I'm only 22 after all. But damn, I need to be...well, fucked," she whispered to herself, her ivory cheeks filling with color. Even if no one was around to hear it, she didn't usually say things like that aloud. Nor did she openly admit her desire for the more carnal pleasures of a man. 

Ever since she was little, her parents had told her how bad touching herself was, how sex was a dirty thing, only necessary to make children. And while she had loosened up enough to let a select few of the dozen or so men she had dated go beyond heavy petting, she was still very introverted about sex. She had never been able to reach that delicious peak with another, and she didn't dare try and achieve it by herself, at least not where others could see or hear. But after five months of forced celibacy, her body was screaming for fulfillment; any kind of fulfillment. This was one reason why she was taking this walk in this forest. She couldn't bring herself to ease her body's demands by herself at her apartment, too afraid that her roommate might come home and catch her. "Not that Susan seems to be embarrassed by sex. The girl can't seem to keep her hands off herself or any guy that comes home. But, I'm just not her. I can't have an audience while I do...that," Candace said, the sound of her voice startling a group of birds nearby. 

But, while she couldn't do it in the tiny studio apartment, the forest and its creatures didn't care what she did in the sunlit meadow that she was headed too. In fact, some of the animals seemed entranced by it. And animal eyes watching her didn't seem to bother her as much as human ones. It was different knowing birds, rabbits and squirrels were listening to her pleasure then to know a rational mind was listening, and possibly even critiquing. 

But, while her mind wandered down this deliciously naughty path, she stepped into her favorite clearing. It was perfect for what she had in mind with soft lush grass that cushioned her from the hard ground and moss covered rocks to lean against or sit on as her mood dictated. There was even a fallen tree that she could ride for the feel of something hard and rough between her legs. 

Just looking at the clearing made her blood heat and her nipples harden and press against her thin tank top. Her hands went from still innocent caresses to more bold touches, one sliding down over the swell of her breast to flick over a sensitive nipple, the other slipping beneath the hem of her short cotton skirt. Her fingers combed through the soft downy hair at the apex of her thighs and she shivered in anticipation, her juices soaking through the gusset of her thong to her thighs. It had been so long since she had been here, the whole length of winter and she was eager for release. Tugging her clothing off, she dropped them and her little bag of supplies onto one sun-warmed rock before settling her body into the soft grass between three rocks that just seemed to cradle her body perfectly, propping her up to let her hands roam even more over her body, letting her get all the little hot spots that would drive her crazy. 

And as if her hands were following her thoughts, they started to get rougher, tweaking and pinching her nipples and clit, causing her to writhe with pleasure. Spreading her legs wide, she moaned happily at the feel of the warm sun against her skin, the soft grass tickling her soaked folds and tight asshole, the wind caressing her ivory skin lovingly, all of it only heightening her desire and arousal. She was glad now that she had cleared the entire day for her walk, knowing that it was going to take awhile to satisfy her passions enough to go home without aching with need every time she crossed her legs. 

Without much more preamble, she buried one finger deep into her clenching pussy, her hips arching up at the sheer pleasure of being stretched open after so long. Her eyes drifted closed and she cried out, already feeling the orgasm tightening in her womb, it had been so long. And in fact, when she slipped a second finger in to join the first and pressed her thumb against her clit, it ripped through her, her whole body tightening and tensing before arching up as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her body. When she could finally breathe again, she slowly freed her now aching fingers from the tight clenching walls of her sex. She sat up a bit to let her body come down from the heavens that she had sent it to with just those few caresses and strokes. But, it took the almost painful edge off her desire and she was ready to get serious. 

Sucking her drenched fingers into her mouth to clean her sweet juices off them, she looked around for what she wanted to do next. Then, the log caught her gaze, with that rough thick long protrusion that always tempted her. Her only reason for resisting the temptation before was she didn't want to scratch her tender velvety pussy with the rough bark. But this time, she came prepared with condoms to stretch over it for protection. Just thinking of how it would feel stretching her tiny pussy and ass open made her juices start to flow in preparation. But she knew if she went and tried to take that thick stub into her body right now, she would most likely tear. So, instead of running over and sinking her hungry body right down onto it, she resisted the temptation and instead reached for her bag of supplies. 

She fished three things out of the bag and set them next to her, casting the log one last wistful glance. Setting the bag back on its rock, she turned her attention back to the three items. One was a bottle of lubricant, one was a butt plug, and the last item was her brand new vibrator. She hadn't used any of it yet, having bought it over the winter months as Christmas gifts to herself. She had almost overcome her shyness when the boxes had come in and tried them out then and there. But just as she was about to strip, her roommate had come home and she had shoved the tempting items back into their hiding places. 

Now, she could enjoy them after months of waiting and yearning. Taking up the plug, she dripped some of the lube onto it, stroking it into the hard plastic with a soft caressing touch, pressing her legs together in anticipation. She held off for a few more minutes, loving the sweet anticipation of having her little ass stretched wide again, knowing it would feel like the first time after so long. And even though she had never taken a man there, she loved being full in that most naughty of places when it was just her and her toys. And on that thought, she took the slick plug and spread her legs again, pressing the tapered end against the tight star of her ass, feeling the muscles stretch slowly in acceptance as she applied slow easy pressure. It burned the entire time, especially as she came to the thickest part, a three inch diameter, before her ass snapped closed around the core. She let her breath out in a soft hiss and tugged experimentally on the flat base, enjoying the sweet pain of the plug moving inside her, her muscles burning as it stretched and released with each tug. And the entire time, her other hand was busy rubbing over her hard clit, keeping her juices flowing.

Finally, Candace left the plug alone, reaching now for the thick long vibrator. It was the largest she'd ever used, by far, at an impressive 10 inches long and 4 inches around. She pressed the tip to her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste it. Wriggling a little, she suckled it into her warm wet mouth as she sat up more, pressing the base of the plug against the ground, grinding the plug deeper into her ass. Gasping, she closed her gray eyes and flicked her tongue over the vibrator. 

It was then that she felt eyes on her, someone watching other then the wild life. Stilling, with the vibrator halfway in her mouth and a plug buried up her ass, she opened her eyes and cautiously looked around. Whimpering softly, she felt a tremor of fear go through her body at the idea of someone watching her actions in what she saw as her sanctuary. But, a careful look around the perimeter of the clearing proved that there was nothing there but the occasional bird and squirrel. 

Frowning a little, she pulled the vibrator free and trailed the damp tip down over her heaving breasts and flat stomach. Rising up on her knees, she pressed the tip against her still hungry pussy, still looking for that watcher even as she gave into her body's demands to be filled. With one rough thrust, she shoved the vibrator in to the base, screaming happily with the wonderful raw pleasure of it. The feeling of being watched was soon pushed from her mind as she turned the vibe onto the lowest setting and pulled it out halfway before pushing it deep again. 

Her pussy burned from being stretched so far so fast, but the little pain mixed with the almost unbearable pleasure pushed her higher and higher towards her orgasm. Whimpering, she turned the vibe up more and more, reaching back with one hand to tug on the plug to push her over the edge into her second orgasm of the day. Falling forward into the grass, she panted softly, still thrusting the vibe into her shaking body. Her eyes drifted closed and she soon felt consciousness slipping away from her. Snuggling into the soft grass, she let herself fade into a tired sleep, a smile curving her full lips, her hands still cradling the vibe and plug to her body. 

It was nearing twilight when she finally woke up. By then, the vibe had fallen out of her still weeping pussy and she was curled up in the grass against a still warm rock. The first thing she saw when her eyes fluttered open was a rabbit curled up less then a foot away from her and a warm soft bundle of fur against her stomach showed that she had coaxed another rabbit to use her as a heat source while it napped. Her breath caught in her throat at the realization that her earlier fantasy had come true and she was feeling that amazingly soft fur against her bare skin. Biting her lip to keep from making any sounds, she imagined that fur sliding against every part of her body, over her hard nipples and sensitive folds and clit. Just thinking about it almost made her cum again without any actual stimulation. And maybe it was her quickened breathing or a small sound that scared the rabbits, but both jerked and rose to their feet. Within a few heartbeats, they were gone into the surrounding forest, leaving Candace with a memory of warm fur sliding over her hard nipples and heightening her desire even more. 

Biting her full lower lip, she slid one hand between her legs and pressed a finger against her clit, trying to ease the tension building there. "The log," she murmured to herself, the sound of her voice seeming odd in the quiet surrounding her. But the little reminder made her pull her hand from between her legs and stand up on shaky legs. Momentarily, she paused, wondering if she should take the plug out before heading to the log and decided against it, loving the feel of being full in both holes too much. She only paused long enough to grab the condoms and a blanket from the bag before hurrying over to the log a short distance away. A quick perusal of the fallen log showed that winter had been kind to it and it still looked as strong and fresh as it did last fall. Ripping open one foil packet with her teeth, she eyes that thick protrusion hungrily. 

Carefully, she rolled the condom down over it, glad she had gotten a thicker one that wouldn't tear so easily. She could hardly wait to feel that rough hard length inside her still tight pussy. Draping the blanket around the log and the base of the protrusion, she whimpered softly. The preparations were necessary, but were driving her wild with anticipation. Her juices were now coating her inner thighs and even dripping onto the grass below her. 

After what seemed an eternity, she swung one leg over the log and poised her hungry folds over the latex covered stub. She held her breath as she felt it start to part her pussy, slowly sliding inside her tight walls. This was by far the thickest thing she had ever taken inside her. And she planned on having it in both holes before the end of the day. Pausing halfway down, she let her body adjust. As much as she wanted to take it all right away, she knew she couldn't without injuring herself. Slowly she slid down until she couldn't take anymore inside her. Then, holding her breath, she lifted back up until it was just barely inside her before sliding down. 

Each ridge and bump made her gasp as it pressed against all the sensitive spots of her pussy. Before long, her pace had quickened with pleasure. Throwing her head back, she moaned with each downward thrust, oblivious to the darkening sky and the eerie silence that surrounded the clearing. All she was concentrating on was the feel of the thick hard protrusion driving deep inside her again and again, causing her to cum once, twice and then a third time, all in quick succession. 

After the third one, she slowed and came to a stop. Lifting herself off the tree, she stumbled over to her little sack of supplies, reaching for the sandwiches she had packed. Before she could do anything else, she needed more energy. So she curled up near her little cradle of rocks, her long bare legs tucked under her, one heel pressed against the base of the plug still stretching her ass open and proceeded to eat her sandwich and the fruit she brought along to go with them. 

When she finished the last bites and threw the apple cores and orange peels into the forest surrounding her, she sat there, hands in her lap as she contemplated the day so far. So far, she had five orgasms, once for each month that she had been celibate. And yet her body was still demanding more, needing more then she seemed able to give. Sighing, she looked around, noticing for the first time that night had fallen and the moon was starting to rise. And that she still felt as if she was being watched. But she couldn't seem to figure out why, not even seeing the birds and other wildlife that she usually saw. 

"I'm just being silly," she told herself, the sound of her voice oddly comforting. Standing up, she grabbed the bottle of lubrication and walked back to the log. Bending over it, she braced one hand on the blanket covered trunk, the other going between her legs to pull the plug free. Dropping the plug to the grass, she slid two fingers into her stretched ass, marveling at how adaptable her body was. Two years ago, when she had first started to play with her body in such a way, she had never imagined doing anything like this with her tight little ass. But, despite how much she did with it, it always returned to that same tightness relatively fast. 

Biting her lip again, the gesture an unnoticed habit, she went to straighten up. Only to be stopped by a large hand against her lower back. Gasping, her cheeks filling with color, she tensed and started to look over her shoulder at the person behind her.

"Don't move. Don't look back and I won't have you arrested for trespassing," a rough, male voice said, stilling her movements. She whimpered and turned her eyes back to the log, trembling with fear and embarrassment. She never dreamed she'd be found here, in her sanctuary. Otherwise, she would never have done any of things she did here. "I've been watching you all afternoon little one. You are quite an eager cumslut, aren't you?" the voice demanded of her. 

When she didn't answer, the hand slid from her back to her heart shaped ass, pushing her hand away from her asshole and shoving three fingers into it, another hand reaching down to slap one firm rounded cheek roughly. The pain caused her to cry out and writhe in an attempt to get away from the invading fingers and sharp slap. "Answer me now!"

"N-no. I'm n-not that. P-please s-s-sir, I'm sorry. I w-won't come here again, j-just let me go," she stammered softly, tears starting to fill her eyes, making her vision blur. But despite her fear and embarrassment, having his fingers buried deep in her ass only turned her on more. All she got for her answer was a dry chuckle and another slap, this time on her other cheek. 

"I think your lying. Whether it's to yourself or to me, or to both, the fact that you are drenched with your own juices tells me that are a cumslut. You couldn't even keep your hands to yourself while you were sleeping." He twisted his fingers inside her ass while he spoke, stretching her even more. Whimpering softly, she tried to pull away from him, trying to save herself from what seemed to be a sure rape. But he stopped her movement by digging his nails into her soft skin and pulling her closer to him. She cried out and shook her head, tears now falling openly onto the blanket covered log. 

"What's wrong little cumslut? You spend all day in my forest pleasuring yourself for all to see and now you're getting shy? For shame," he growled, his voice growing oddly rougher and deeper. Shaking her head again, Candace fought the urge to turn back and look at him. Maybe, if she didn't see him, she could get over this a lot easier when it was all said and done. 


Primal Urges Ch. 02



(I've received such a flow of positive feedback on this story; I thought I'd try writing a few more chapters. I had one person ask me if this was a play off of Beauty and the Beast, and to be honest, it had not occurred to me that it would be taken like that. I just wrote something I was fantasizing about for a while, wanting to share it with those who liked it too. I hope this next chapter doesn't disappoint. And please, don't forget to vote, and leave me some comments and feedback!)

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Sunlight danced into Candace's eyes, coaxing her awake with warm fingers. She moaned in protest, burrowing her face into the crook of her arm, which was pillowing her head. A soft chuckle sounded in her ear and something hard and insistent pressed between her legs against her pussy. Stilling, she resisted the urge to scream and tried to remember what had happened. Then, all in a rush, it came back to her; her afternoon of self-pleasure, getting caught, then the werewolf. Oh, the werewolf and his magnificent tongue and cock. She had never cum so hard in her entire life. She hadn't thought it was possible to feel that good, to be that full, and to be so wanton. 

A smile curved her lips in memory and she stretched, pushing her hips back against the warm, definitely human body behind her, feeling the smaller, thinner, but still impressive cock push inside her. Opening her eyes, she looked over her shoulder at the handsome face of her werewolf as he started to slowly thrust inside her. He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose, his grip on her hips firm, but still careful not to hurt her. She smiled wider and caught the kiss on her lips and pushed her hips back into each thrust, reaching one hand down between her legs to feel him sliding in and out of her.

She half expected to find a gaping hole where her tight little passage had been, but to her pleased surprise, she was just as tight as she usually was, caressing and holding him deep inside her. Relaxing with relief, she let her fingers dance lower and over his sac, caressing the wrinkled orbs lightly as her tongue teased along his lower lip. He growled softly and deepened the kiss as he thrust harder and faster into her, enjoying the warm welcome of her body. She didn't cease to amaze him. He fully expected her to wake up and run screaming back to the seeming safety of civilization. 

Instead, she was once against taking his cock into her body with every sign of enjoying it as much as he was. If not more, he thought as her free hand tangled in his shaggy hair and tugged him closer, growling back in return. "Temptress," he groaned, breaking free of the heart stopping kiss and rolling her to her hands and knees. Tangling one hand in her long thick curls, he tugged her head back, using that and the hand on her hip to thrust hard and deep into her, looking down and watching his cock disappear into her again and again. 

Splaying his fingers over the curve of her ass, he pressed his thumb against the tight little star that he had played with so roughly the night before. When he felt her tense, her head shaking a little, he chuckled again. "After all I've done to you, you tell me no on this one thing?" he asked her, tugging on her hair, wrapping the tangle of silken curls around his hand. "I don't think so Candace. I think you really want me too, as long as I don't hurt you. After all, that's what you told me last night, wasn't it?" he reminded, pressing his thumb hard enough to feel the ring start to give way, her tight muscles sucking his finger into her. A soft whimper and a thrust back against his cock and finger was his only response. He used the motion to push his finger all the way into her ass, loving the idea of her impaling herself on his thumb. 

Her cheeks filled with color as he slid his thumb in and out of her ass in time with his thrusts. Lowering her gaze, she felt herself blushing harder at the realization that here she was, being taken in an openly degrading way in the middle of a clearing. Where anyone could walk up and see them! Not that she expected anyone too, but the chance was still there. She, the girl who had never done anything but plain-Jane missionary style with the three men she had slept with, was now on her hands and knees before a man, whose name she didn't even know, while he plowed her pussy from behind, his thumb invading her ass, his other hand using her long hair as if it was a set of reins or a leash. And she loved every second of it. She was so close to cumming, it almost hurt. 

"Oh, I'm about to cum," she moaned, her fingers digging into the soft soil underneath her hands. "Please, harder, I'm so close," she begged, needing just a little bit more stimulation. He just chuckled at her words and slowed his pace, making her whimper and writhe in frustration.

"I knew you were a cumslut. MY little cumslut. Admit it and I'll let you cum again little Candace." His softly spoken words sent shivers down her spine and she shook her head, her proper upbringing crying out denial to his words. 

But her body had other thoughts about it and she heard herself answer almost instantly, her blush darkening, "Yes, I'm a cumslut, I'm your cumslut. Now please, I want, I need to cum!" Her reward for the degrading and illicit words was for him to thrust hard and fast inside her, using her body for his pleasure. Which only made her cum; hard, fast, and loudly. Her scream reverberated through the surrounding forest, startling birds into flight with a thunderous sound of flapping wings. He groaned and was soon following her into ecstasy, her clenching, milking walls too much to withstand.

Slowly, his body stopped, resting inside her as he panted softly. She made soft little whimpers of pleasure, her body still tightening from time to time around him, coaxing little moans from his throat. After a few moments, he reluctantly pulled from the sweet haven that was her body and stretched out beside her, looking up at the hazy morning sky. Candace pouted a bit at the loss of him, but didn't say anything. Curling up nearby, she looked his handsome features over curiously. 

It was almost hard to believe that last night had happened. That this...gorgeous hunk of a man could turn into that hairy, large, and savage creature. Well, it hadn't been too bad. once she had been able to overcome the mind numbing fear that she had first experienced, she had enjoyed herself quite thoroughly. Giggling softly, she traced a few of the scratches his claws had left on her side, ugly red furrows marring the perfection of her skin. 

He turned to look at her at the sound and frowned at her action. "I'm sorry about that. It's hard to control the beast most of the time," he said, leaning over to get a better look at the scratches, prodding them gently.

Candace shook her head, shrugging one bare shoulder. "It's ok. It only hurts when I stretch and over extend that side. Don't you worry yourself about it...uh...what IS your name?" she asked, brow furrowing and cheeks flushing brightly with color. "I mean, I can't just call you man, or guy, can I? Or the ever popular 'hey you'." Suddenly embarrassed, she sat up and drew her knees to her chest to hide as much of her body as she could before reaching for her clothes, still folded nearby. When he didn't stop her, she pulled the dew soaked tank top over her head and wriggled her way into the skirt, feeling better and odder at the same time. She was no longer nude in front of this strange man, but after all that had happened, it didn't feel comfortable. Especially since the thin materials clung to her body in their damp state, drawing attention to every curve and valley. And from the way his green eyes lit up, he enjoyed the sight immensely.

"Tomas," he said simply, devouring her with his eyes. Her hair was tousled around her head, her lips swollen from his kisses, and she looked positively well-fucked. He knew that he would cherish this night for as long as he lived. And now that she had seemed to remember herself, he expected her to jump up and run off, never to be seen in his forest again. But, to his surprise, she smiled tremulously and tried to smooth her hair down, not making any signs of getting up and leaving. In fact, she settled back against a rock as though she expected to be there awhile. "What, you aren't leaving?" he asked incredulously. 

She shook her head, folding her hands in her lap, the decorous gesture going completely against the visual picture she made, as well as his memories. "No, I have a feeling that no one knows about you. And a part of me expects that I could try all I want, but you won't let me leave. So, instead of creating a big drama of me running, and you chasing, then catching me, and possibly hurting one, or both of us in the process, I'm just going to sit here and accept my fate. I mean, I can understand you not wanting to risk me telling anyone about you, after all. Not everyone will be as...ahem, accepting as I was last night." She coughed a bit at that and blushed hard, casting her gaze to the grass between them. 

And with that statement, he realized she had given him every excuse to keep her with him. She was right of course. But Tomas just hadn't thought of it until she said it. And the beast within him roared its approval, having found this little female worthy. He covered his contentment at that with a crooked grin. 

"Very true little Candace. Of course, I'm not so much of a brute that I won't let you go back and get some provisions and let people know you are leaving for an undetermined amount of time. Since, if you just disappear, that won't solve any problems, as there will be a search, and police trampling through my forest in search of you. So, let us go back to my house so I can get dressed, and I'll accompany you out to your home. That way, I can make sure you are quick and quiet about it," he explained, standing with a fluid, animalistic grace that made her mouth go dry and think of the wolf. When he offered her his hand to help her up, she shivered with pleasure before taking it. He was such a delicious mixture of cad and gentleman, everything she had always dreamed of, and more... 

Within moments, she had gathered all the rest of her things from her playtime the day before and packed them in her bag, blushing hard as she did. He just chuckled, enjoying her obvious embarrassment, already making plans for a few of those toys if she would permit him to touch her again. No, when he touched her again; now that he had had her in both his forms, there was no way that he would be able to keep his hands off her. Just the memory of those hoarsely whispered words earlier, before he had given her what they had both wanted, made his loins tighten. He had never been one for dominating and controlling women, but he could very easily get used to it with Candace. And enjoy every second of it while he did. 

But now, he had to get her safely ensconced in his home, away from the temptation to run back to society and presumed safety. Not that he would ever harm her. She was much too sexy and needed for that to happen. A grin crossed his features as she cast a glance at the log she had so eagerly ridden the day before. Well, he wouldn't hurt her unless she wanted him to. And he had a feeling that she would, if the play he had seen her do in this clearing was any indication.



Primal Urges Ch. 03



"Where exactly is your home?" Candace inquired, chewing her lower lip a little nervously. Part of her wondered why she was going with him so easily instead of fighting for her freedom. But a little niggling voice deep inside her chimed up then. She could never outrun him in his own forest. It didn't matter how well she knew the path back out of it. And if she did run, he could always call the police on her for trespassing. This would just lead to her being arrested; resulting in the loss of her freedom still. 

She also didn't have much to go back to. Her parents were happy with their own lives, and her job was about as dull and dreary as one could imagine. Even her roommate wouldn't mind if she just disappeared. 

Then, that little voice added another reason, one that made her flush hard with embarrassment, and some anticipation. If the past night and morning were any indication, she would not be spending her confinement alone and bored. In fact, the time would pass most pleasurably; most likely fulfilling any fantasies that she might have. 

When he arched a brow at her blush, she ducked her head, steering her thoughts down a more... well not so much innocent as less naughty. He just chuckled and offered her his arm, completely unaware or uncaring of his still nude status. She laughed and took his arm, casting her silvery-gray gaze down his body in appreciation. It was by far the sexiest body she had ever seen. 

"You will see little Candace. It's not far from here in fact," he assured her, leading her into what she had previously thought was impenetrable forest. But, as soon as he neared the wall of trees and bushes, they almost seemed to shift away from him to let him through, a small little path there. She gaped in surprise and looked around, brow furrowing a bit. "Oh, it's not magic, just perception. The path it there if you know where to look," Tomas said, reading the expression on her face almost perfectly. 

She was so delicious. Every thought was written plainly on her face for him to read if he only took the few seconds to read it. She blushed again and nodded, once again biting the perfection of her lower lip in that habit he was finding more and more endearing and sexy as time went on. But, as much as he wanted to keep his gaze on hers, he needed to concentrate on the surrounding forest so he didn't lose his way. Even after living here for so long, he still got lost. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, because that meant others got lost just as easily. 

Taking care, he led her through one of the more clear paths to his hidden home. The last thing he wanted was for her to fall and hurt herself. But he made sure to take the path at a brisk pace, making her almost run to keep up with him. He did not want her changing her mind on him halfway there. 

Before long, his little cabin was peeking through the ring of trees surrounding it and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was almost to his safe spot, his sanctuary. Now, if she showed signs of wanting to run, he could keep her safely in his grasp and discard the idea of taking her back to the city. It would be just as easy for her to send a letter, or call, to let people know she was going away. And mere child's play to send for the few things she just couldn't live without. In fact, that idea sounded more and more tempting to him as he opened the heavy wooden front door and stepped into the darkness within. 

Candace paused a moment on the threshold, her hand falling from arm as she looked around. 'What am I doing?' she thought. 'Can I really step into these walls, take that one step towards becoming this man's plaything, his...cumslut?' Even as she blushed at the still new word crossing her mind, she decided, yes, she could. 

The mere thought of being at the beck and call of some strange man struck a chord deep in her core. It rang of fulfilling a need she didn't even know she had; a need to be taken, used, and fucked over and over again because that's what he wanted. And, that was what she wanted, she finally admitted to herself as she took that step, stepping from bright sunlight to darkness. 

Tomas watched her as she stood just inside the door, blinking owlishly as she let her eyes adjust to the dimness of his home. He had seen the internal battle she had fought. And he had prepared himself for her to turn and run. Just the thought of chasing her, catching her and bringing her back to punish her for running had him starting to harden again. 

Taking a deep breath, he fought to control his body's desires and instead retreated to the smaller room that he slept in to retrieve some clothes. Despite his forced sequestering in this forest, he had most of the modern conveniences in this cabin, including electricity, phone, and even television. 

And because of that, he was able to keep up with modern news and styles, allowing him to dress in a pair of cotton shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt, instead of the clothing of the 17th century that had been the norm before he had been changed. Running a brush through his thick, unkempt hair, he tried to make it look presentable before returning to the only other room of the cabin.

"Oh, wow," Candace breathed, staring at him. She had finally been able to make her way to a large overstuffed chair and was perched on the edge of the seat, as if ready to run. Now, she stared up at him, openly admiring his change of appearance. The thin material of his shirt showed off the muscled width of his chest and shoulders without appearing too tight or obscene, while his shorts made his legs look...well, yummier. The definite bulge at the front of his shorts made her mouth go dry. Even soft, he was larger then all of then men she'd ever seen. Tomas chuckled and watched her, raising one brow at her avid perusal of his body.

"Ready? Or, we could just stay here, send for your stuff...you can call those you need to," he suggested, more then half hoping she would say yes. He was terrified that once she got back to the safety of the city, she would come back to her senses and slam the door in his face. He also wanted nothing more then lead her into his bedroom and make love to her on the large bed in there. 

She hesitated, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she considered the new idea. Going back home was a second chance to rethink all this. To get out of the memorizing quality of the forest and his gaze and get her head back on straight. But she also knew what would happen if she did that. 'I'll lose my nerve, I'll tell him to go to hell. I'll go back to being mousey, prim little Candace who everyone makes fun of. And I don't want to go back to that,' she thought. 

She wanted this, to be here, to not get her wits about her for at least awhile longer. And with this in mind, she stood and tugged her tank top over her head in one swift move. Shaking her hair back into place, she walked towards him, her eyes traveling down his body then back up to rest on his handsome chiseled features. "Let's do that. Wouldn't want you to think I'm trying to run away and someone possibly finding out," she murmured, her voice acquiring a husky quality. 

His eyes widened at her words before he grinned and relaxed. She wanted to be his captive; she wanted it so bad she was writing the script herself, despite how her words were counter to what her body and actions was saying.

"Oh no, that would not be a smart idea," he agreed, playing along with her as he fixed his green eyes on her large bare breasts. The pink tips were already hard, begging for his touch and kiss as she let her fingers brush over them. He growled, his cock lengthening and thickening, pushing against the zipper of his shorts painfully. 

Candace shivered at the growl and her fingers pinched one nipple as she stepped closer, standing in front of him; waiting. What she was waiting for, she didn't know, but she knew she had to wait for him to take the next step. "Kneel," he said simply. Instantly, she knelt, feeling her body thrill at the command as much as the feel of kneeling submissively at his feet. Dropping her hands to her lap waistband, she toyed with the button of her skirt. 

Tomas nearly came right then and there at the erotic picture she made. She knelt in front of him, half naked, her gaze lowered. Her thighs pressed tightly together, her head bowed, long chocolaty tresses falling to swirl around her hips. Her arms pressing her breasts together, creating an impressive cleavage he couldn't keep his eyes off of as she couldn't help but shift a little under his intense gaze. 

Her subtle movements caused her breasts to shake enticingly and he growled under his breath. She raised her eyes to look at him, as her thighs spread a little, one hand stealing under her skirt. He could see her fingers moving slowly under the skirt; easily, he pictured her slim ivory fingers sliding through dripping pink folds, over her clit then thrusting inside her tight little hole. A sudden desire to see her playing just like that made him reach down and tear off her skirt, the beast inside him roaring happily. 

She gasped and fell back at the swift rough move. Her legs opened wide for stability and her hands flew back to try and catch herself and he was treated to the sight of her beautiful cunt open and glistening with need. He grinned, the curve of his lips almost malicious and he dropped onto the couch behind him, but a few inches away and watched her face fill with color. When she moved to close her legs, he growled warningly, "Don't," causing her to instantly freeze. "Show me how you play with yourself Candace. Take that hand and show me how you like to be touched," he ordered.

Fear filled her at his words and she shook her head. "I c-can't do that Tomas. Please d-don't m-m-make me," she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. But his eyes narrowed; the warm green turning hard and cold within seconds. Fear at displeasing him filled her now and she closed her eyes and sobbed softly as one hand slipped down her body. Twisting a little, she tried to angle her body away, so she would have the illusion of privacy if he couldn't see every little thing. But his foot on her exposed folds stilled her, making her open her eyes again. 

"I want to see it Candace. Now, do as I say," he said calmly. He took his foot away, watching the tears rolling down her cheeks as she nodded. He felt almost bad for making her do this, but at the same time, he couldn't remember ever wanting something more. And the fact that she was drenched with her juices told him she wanted it too. Even if she didn't want to admit it to herself. 

Slowly, her hand slid over her stomach, trying to prolong the moment when she'd be playing with herself in front of someone. It was different before; she didn't know she was being watched. Now, she couldn't pretend he wasn't there, not with the way his gaze seemed to burn into her and she could hear his breathing starting to quicken as her fingers brushed the top of her mound. 

Whimpering softly, she closed her eyes again and let her head fall back, concentrating all of her attention on her body. One finger slid through her surprisingly soaked folds, lightly brushing over her clit. The lighting bolt of pleasure made her jump and she felt herself starting to relax as she did it again. Two other fingers held her folds open to give her more room and she moaned softly before plunging her middle finger into her tight entrance. Crying out softly, she lifted her hips, wanting to feel it deeper.

His groan, soft as it was, let her know that he was enjoying the show. Opening her eyes a little, she watched his face as she withdrew her finger and drew it in a little circle over her clit before sliding it back in. He was leaning forward, eyes riveted to her pussy and the expression on his face made her squirm. Leaning back, she brought her other hand into play, using it to hold herself wide open to his gaze and letting her use two fingers to fill her aching hole. Spreading them wide, she rubbed her thumb over her clit, angling her hand up to give him a good view deep inside her. "So...good," she murmured, feeling her climax starting to build. 

Tomas grunted softly, one of his hands undoing his shorts to free his pulsing cock from the painful confines. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of her finger fucking herself for him. Her legs were spread wide open now and she had three fingers buried as deep as she could get them; and to his delighted surprise, she was brushing her pinky over the tight rosebud of her ass. Her hips danced against her hand and she whimpered with each thrust, her voice taking a higher tone as she closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm. 

Grinning, he slipped off the couch and knelt between her spread legs, waiting for her to be right there before pulling her hands away. Candace cried out, her eyes flying open as she tugged her hands, trying to free them. "Please...I was so close. Pleas...let me go," she cried out, her hips dancing, twisting, and turning; trying to find something to give her the friction she needed. 

"No my beautiful cumslut. You will not cum unless I give you permission to," he said softly. "Is that clear?" She stared blankly up at him before she frowned and shook her head. 

"That's not fair...I need to cum, and I want to cum..." she said, her eyes showing the fire inside her as she tried once more to free her hands. His gaze narrowed and he growled displeasure at her fight. Shifting both her slim wrists to one hand, the other going to his shorts and pushing them down. Taking his hard cock into his hand, he brushed the head over her folds, back and forth, a few times, coating it in her slippery juices. "Yessss," she hissed, lifting her hips up, her legs spreading wide in preparation. 

Grinning evilly, he sank half his cock into her, making her moan in pleasure. But before she could cum, he pulled out and lowered the head of his cock, pressing it firmly against her ass. Instantly, she froze, shaking her head as she stared up at him in fear. "No...not there..." she started as she felt him start to push against her steadily. "Please...I've never had a guy there."

Tomas grinned wider at the thought of being the first to take her lovely ass. Her words only propelled him to push harder and faster instead of stopping. Slowly, grudgingly, despite her attempts to keep him out, her ass started to open around his insistent pressure. Before much longer, the head of his 9 inch cock was buried securely in her tightest hole. Pausing, he gave her time to adjust, watching her face to see when the lines of pain faded before thrusting again, this time not going as slow and gentle. 

In one thrust, he was halfway inside her, causing her to scream softly. "You will learn to listen to me cumslut," he hissed through clenched teeth as he pulled back almost all the way and thrust again, this time not stopping until his balls were pressed firmly against the curves of her ass. 

Tears were rolling down Candace's cheek by this time and she shook her head back and forth, horrified. He still held her wrists, keeping her hands pinned over her head as he proceeded to rape her ass with long slow deep strokes. But, his words slowly sunk in, making her realize that she had brought this on herself with her denial of his order and she sobbed harder. What did she get herself into? 

But, as he kept up his slow steady rhythm, the pain in her ass faded, to be replaced with the familiar pleasure of having something buried deep in her most taboo of holes. And to her surprise, she was still on the edge of what was sure to be a mind blowing orgasm. In fact, she was getting closer and closer with each thrust. Startled, she rocked her hips a little with him, only to feel the painful cramping pushing her higher.

Tomas's eyes widened as he felt her start to push back. She was actually starting to like it. He had hoped she would, especially after seeing the things she had done to her ass over the past year. But he didn't think she would respond this soon. Grinning ferally, he started to thrust harder, faster and deeper, no longer being gentle, but giving into his own baser needs and desires. 

With each slam home, he felt her juices spatter over his stomach and he ground his hips in a small circle, grinding into her exposed clit. Before long, he had her pushing up to meet each thrust, panting as her orgasm neared her again. "Remember cumslut..." he warned, pulling back, almost completely out of her and pausing. "You have to ask nicely if you want to cum."

She whimpered, looking up at him pleadingly. Candace had to cum so badly it was painful. But she couldn't ask him to let her cum, it was too embarrassing. He just stared down at her, his face an impassive mask, not moving, or saying anything else. Finally, giving in, she whispered, "Please, let me cum, I need to cum so badly." 

"Please what?" Tomas heard himself ask. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips fearfully.

"Please Tomas?" she asked, hoping that was the answer. But when he still didn't move, she paled. A sudden thought and memory of one of the titles her roommate, Susan's ex-boyfriend had insisted Susan use came to mind. Surely he didn't want her to call him that... But, when he just looked down at her, with one brow arched, she whimpered. She had to try it... "Please...Master," she murmured softly, her face blushing bright red, "please, can I cum?"

Tomas felt the beast inside him murr happily at the title and he smiled down at her. "Good girl Candace. For the future, it will be, Please Master, can this cumslut cum, is that clear?" he said, startling even himself. She blushed even harder and nodded once. Grinning wider, he thrust back inside her tight little ass and murmured into her ear, nibbling the lobe as he did, "Cum my cumslut. Cum while I fuck your ass." 

She moaned loudly and arched up against him, her body almost instantly tensing as she did as he commanded. And when her ass tightened almost painfully around his cock, he couldn't hold back his own climax. Shot after shot of thick white jets of cum bathed her bowels, forcing their way past her tight ring, making her feel each one rise up along the whole thirteen inches buried inside her. The unique feel and heat of it soon had her cumming harder then she ever had before, her body writhing and arching up under his, screams echoing throughout the small cabin. 

Finally, he collapsed against her, his face buried in her neck. She was still convulsing around his cock, keeping him hard and his hips moving, even though she had passed out from the relentless pleasure. Grinning happily to himself, he slowly pulled out of her ass and stood up. Looking down at her, he nodded once. She would definitely do to keep him and his wolf happy. Scooping her up in his arms, he took her to his bedroom and tucked her securely into his king-sized bed. 



Primal Urges Ch. 04



(I noticed when I read an one of the earlier chapters and the comments you were all so wonderful to leave that I made a little typo. Tomas is over four centuries old, not four decades. Sorry about that guys)

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Bright sunlight shining directly into Candace's eyes is what woke her up a few hours later. Blinking against the bright light, she stretched and yawned. The soreness of her ass made her wince, but felt so delicious she couldn't help but giggle softly. The bell like sound sounded unnaturally loud in the silence of the room, drawing her attention to it. "Tomas?" she called, a frown furrowing her brow. When she got no response, she sat up, pushing back against the plush pillows behind her. Looking around, she got momentarily distracted by the elegant furnishing of the bedroom. She was lying in a large four poster bed, complete with velvet bed hangings done in dark red and gold thread, matching the bedding perfectly. Oak dressers and an armoire were pushed against three walls and two more of the large overstuffed armchairs were angled towards a fireplace in the fourth. Large, seemingly plush carpets adorned the wooden floor, all done in exotic designs and colors. All in all, it was a beautiful room, perfectly done, in her opinion. 

Shaking her head a little, she swung her feet off the edge of the bed and stood up. As the cool air danced over her bare skin, she shivered and looked around for a robe or something else to cover up with. "Tomas?" she called again, spotting a robe by the door and crossing the room to grab it. Just as she had expected, the carpets were soft, thick and luxurious, cushioning her feet and muffling any sound she might have made. Slipping her arms into the soft dark blue terrycloth robe, she tied it tightly to her. It was too large on her and dragged on the floor behind her. Tugging the excess length up around her hips, she left the beautiful room and went looking for her werewolf. Her werewolf? Where had that thought come from? "Not a bad sound to it," she murmured softly, even as she looked around the outer room for the tall muscular form that was Tomas.

"What doesn't have a bad sound?" A masculine voice said on her left. She turned, a smile of welcome curving her full lips. Tomas was walking in the door, carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers. He smiled back at her and held the bouquet out to her. "I was hoping to be back before you woke up, but it seems I misjudged how tired you were."

"Oh, Tomas, they're lovely!" she cried, burying her nose in the center of the bouquet and breathing deeply of the sweet scent. He watched her with a small half smile, pleased at the simple pleasure infusing her beautiful face. She looked positively delectably wrapped in his robe, with her hair sleep tangled and tousled around her face and shoulders. "Thank you Tomas," she said, bringing his attention away from the naughty thoughts that had been running through his mind. Stepping up to him, she laid the bouquet aside and slid her arms around his neck, rising up on tip toes to press her lips to his. Sighing contentedly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her close, enjoying the sweet kiss immensely. It was one of innocent affection and thanks, one that mixed surprisingly well with his memories of her wanton behavior earlier. 

"You're very welcome Candace. How did you sleep?" he asked when she finally broke the kiss. "Are you hungry?"

She nodded and picked the bouquet up, cradling it between her breasts, drawing his attention like a magnet. She giggled softly and turned, looking for something to put the flowers in, breaking the memorizing effect her breasts had on him. "I slept divinely, and yes, I'm starving. Is there anything to eat here?" she asked, finally spotting the small little kitchen nook in the far corner. Crossing the cabin, she filled a cup with water and arranged the flowers inside it. 

"Of course. I'm only the wolf a few nights a month pet." Once again, color filled her cheeks and he grinned. She was so cute when she was full of color, whether if it was from him teasing her, or when she was getting ready to cum for him. Feeling his cock stir in his pants, he took a deep breath to calm himself; wanting to get her some food first, before he attacked her again. Crossing the room to join her in the small little kitchen, he started opening cupboards and pulling things out for a small dinner. "You slept most of the day away pet. It'll be moonrise soon," he warned as he started to prepare salad, steak and fresh vegetables. She sat in one of the kitchen table's chairs, tilting her head.

"So?" she asked, playing with the flowers as she watched him work. He didn't answer until he had joined her, their food steaming on plates before them. 

"It's a full moon Candace. Think about it," he said softly as he started in on his mostly rare steak. With the full moon and the answering change lingering around him, he could only stomach meat; the bloodier, the better. He watched her eat her salad, waiting for it to sink in. Finally, he was rewarded with a soft "Oh," and a bright blush. "Exactly. The wolf will want to come out and play. The safest thing for you will be to stay inside the house, with the door bolted and windows shuttered until dawn," he added.

Candace chewed her lower lip, remembering the fearsome creature of the night before as she started in on her steak. "But...why wouldn't I be safe? It didn't seem to want to hurt me last night," she finally said, keeping her gaze lowered as she felt her face heat up another few degrees. Her pussy was already getting soaked just at the thought of being used by the wolf again. Squirming, she pressed her clit against the hard wood of the chair, making her moan softly. "In fact, I wouldn't mind another night like last night," she admitted softly. 

Tomas stared at her in disbelief. He could smell her arousal in the air, mixing with the smell of his cooking, making his mouth water even more. "But..." he paused then tried again, closing his eyes to block out the erotic sight of her squirming with desire as she thought about the werewolf side of him, "But, it may not be like last night again pet. The werewolf likes blood, carnage. That's why I have to hide here in this forest, so no one gets hurt other then the occasional deer or other animal. And the one person I do not want to see get hurt is you Candace. Especially if you end up getting bitten..." He trailed off, part of him wanting to bite her, the other not wanting to condemn her to his lonely existence.

"'Cause, then I'll be like you, right?" she asked, brow furrowed as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. At his silent nod, she paled and nodded. "I see what you mean. Alright, I'll stay in here, safe and sound. How much time do we have?" she asked, finishing the last of her steak. 

"A couple of hours, max. It's hard to be sure on the exact timing anymore. But, we have plenty to do before then." He stood up and gathered their plates and deposited them in the sink. "The phone is over on the table there. Call whoever it is you need to soon, before I have people in the woods, looking for you tonight. I'm going to go get you a bath started. I'm sure you could use one." Turning, he left her sitting there, gaping at him at his lighting quick change of topics. One minute, he was talking about hurting her, the next, about starting a bath for her.

Shaking her head, Candace stood up and moved over to the phone, briefly wondering how it was he had one when she couldn't see any wires leading to the small cabin. "Then again, I wasn't really paying attention, now was I?" she said to herself as she dialed her apartment number. She hoped her roommate was home, and not occupied with one of her many lovers as she heard it start to ring on the other end. 

Just when she was about to give up, she heard a breathless voice pick up the other end and say, "I'm here, hello?"

"Susan? It's Candace."

"Candace?! Oh my god, where have you been Candy? I've been worried sick about you." Susan's voice sounded relieved, angry, and affectionate all at the same time. "I almost called the police when you didn't come home last night. It's not like you to stay out all night like that? Or to not show up at work. What happened? Are you alright?" The questions came one right after another, in typical Susan fashion and Candace couldn't help but smile.

"I'm fine Susan, perfectly fine. I'm not hurt, or sick; nothing at all like that." Candace paused, wondering what else she would say. Finally, she decided on the truth, or some of it. "I, well, met a man Susan. He's asked me to come away with him, and well, I said sure." She blanched a bit, not expecting her roommate to buy it in the least. And Susan didn't disappoint her.

"Come away with him and you said sure? Is this really Candy? Is he there right now? Is he making you say that? Oh Candy, don't worry, I'll find you and get you out of there," Susan automatically assured her. Candace pictured the petite buxom blonde pacing the small confines of their apartment in one of her skimpy outfits, planning a daring rescue attempt. 

Laughing softly, she sat down and curled the phone chord around her finger. "Susan, Susan, relax. I honestly did...and yes, I know it's not like me. But well, you've been rubbing off on me. But, don't worry about me, I'll be just fine. I'll have my stuff shipped to me soon, and then you can find another roommate. I'll keep in touch," she said, hanging up the phone in the middle of Susan's continued protests and questions of whether or not she was being tortured. Standing, she shook her head and laughed again. "She'll find some guy at a bar tonight and forget all about kidnappings and torturing. I'm sure of it," she said aloud to the empty room. Then, remembering the promise of a bath, she started to look for the bathroom. But, despite how hard she looked for another door, other then the front door and bedroom door, she couldn't see it. "Well, where did he put it?" 

"Candace? Over here pet, I don't have indoor plumbing yet," Tomas said, poking his head in the front door. She wrinkled her nose, expecting nothing more then an outhouse and an old copper tub for bathing. He laughed at the look on her face and took her hand, leading her out the door. "Well? How did it go?" he asked.

"Oh, she's sure I was kidnapped and am being tortured as we speak. But, she'll forget all about it later when she picks up some guy from some place. She's your typical blonde, not much between the ears, but a body to die for," she said absently, following him out into the darkening twilight. It was hard to believe it had been almost thirty-six hours since she had left her apartment yesterday. She had slept so much of it away, she was shocked. 'But, when you spent most of the time you were awake cumming harder then you have in your entire life, it's not so surprising,' she thought as they rounded the corner of the cabin. 

Standing nestled against the tree line stood a smaller, just as sturdily built building. Hopefully, Candace followed him into it. Tomas flicked a switch, bathing the small area with lights. Gasping softly, Candace stared around greedily. This was about as far from outhouse and cold outdoor baths as a person could get. A large deep tub took up the majority of the room, already filled with steaming water and bubbles. Arranged along the side stood a shower large enough for two, a sink, complete with a well lit mirror, and a toilet tucked into the corner, with a curtain for privacy. It was as if it had been made with a woman in mind. "Oh wow Tomas. And you said you didn't have indoor plumbing..." she trailed off, already shedding the robe and heading towards the tub. He just chuckled and watched as she climbed into the deep tub. 

She cooed with surprised pleasure at the steps on the inside of the tub, letting her step down to the bottom of the tub without endangering herself. There was also a seat circling the edge of the tub, letting her sit down in blissful comfort, which she did. "Mmm, this feels heavenly," she murmured, her eyes closing. Tomas watched her greedily, loving the fact that there was once more a beautiful woman in his life. He had dreamed and hoped for this for four centuries. He had even made his home woman friendly on the hope that one day; somehow, he would have one. 

Sitting on the edge of the tub, he grimaced, feeling moonrise closing in on him. But, he just couldn't pull himself away from her, especially when she was lying naked in front of him. Standing, he shed his own clothes and climbed in with her, making the water slosh over the sides of the tub. She giggled and opened one eye, watching him come closer to her, a hungry, predatory look in his eyes. Feeling her body thrill at that look, she shifted and arched her back, her tightening nipples poking out of the water like little beacons. "Cumslut," he said, turning the crude term into an almost loving endearment as he waded through the hip high water towards her. She shivered, despite the hot water and sat up more. A part of her screamed at her to run back inside, but the bigger, more demanding part of her told her to stay right there, to submit to him again. 

"Yes, your cumslut," she breathed, shifting a little on her seat. He groaned at her words and tugged her up into his arms, his mouth pushing hard on hers, bruising the soft flesh of her lips. One hand captured hers though when she would have twined them around his neck and instead pushed them behind her back. The position made her arch her back, flattening her breasts against the width of his chest. She moaned and wriggled a little, enjoying the friction of his chest hair against her soft skin. "Take me," she murmured against his mouth.

"Remember your manners cumslut," he said, breaking the kiss and tugging her hands down, making her bend back so he could lean down and lap hungrily at one rosy nipple. She groaned and stood on tiptoe, pressing further into the warmth of his mouth. But, that wasn't what he wanted and he reprimanded her with a sharp nip of his teeth, making her hiss in pained pleasure. Whimpering softly, she shook her head, not sure if she could turn back into that desperate hungry girl that he wanted her to be. "Say it Candace," he growled, pulling away from the temptation of her, making her whimper again.

Sighing in resignation, she nodded and bit her lip. Taking a deep breath, she shuttered the silver-gray eyes with her long lashes and said, "Please Master, take this cumslut." Instantly, she was rewarded with his mouth returning to her breast, suckling hungrily on her nipple. Crying out happily, she widened her stance, feeling the ache growing between her thighs with each pull of his mouth. "Yes, just like that," she moaned softly, writhing in his grasp. He grinned and nipped again, loving the response he got, the tensing of her body, the soft hiss of pain and pleasure. But, he wanted to feel that soft mouth wrapped around his cock first. Wanted to see her on her knees, pleasing him simply because he wanted her too. Pulling away, he released her, taking in the glazed eyes, parted, panting lips, and trembling body of his cumslut.

When she opened her eyes to stare up at him in confusion, he grinned lazily and sat on the edge of the tub, legs spread, the thick long length of his cock twitching against his flat stomach. "Kneel," he ordered. She blushed hard, remembering earlier and hesitated the tiniest second before doing as he told her. Kneeling carefully on the seat, she settled between his legs, hands rubbing at her sore wrists before bracing them on his thighs. "Now, be a good little cumslut and suck your master's cock. Show me how much you are glad to be my cumslut and I might let you cum," he said, causing her to blush hard and enjoying the shocked expression on her face. 

Candace gaped up at him, not believing her ears. She wanted him to suck his... She shook her head in disbelief and denial. She couldn't do that; he whole upbringing had drilled it into her that it was wrong. "I c-can't. It's n-n-nasty," she murmured, wincing a little at the look of displeasure and growing anger on his face. "I'm sorry Tomas," she whispered, looking away, breaking the spell of the moment.

Tomas growled a little and tangled one hand in her hair, tugging her gaze back to his. "You will call me Master cumslut. And you will do what I ask. Now, open your mouth," he said, his voice cold and calm, which only scared her more. Shaking a little, she opened her mouth and he grunted approval before using the hand tangled in her dark brown tresses to push her head down, directing her over his cock. She fought him at first, until his hand twisted and pulled painfully. Whimpering softly at the pain, she went still, closing her eyes briefly. "I said suck my cock," he said, his voice taking on a rough quality, one she remembered from the night before. Shaking her head, she tried to pull back, but he just forced her farther down, until the head of his throbbing length slipped over her tongue. The musky male flavor and scent of him filled her senses and she whimpered again. 

She couldn't believe she was doing this. But his insistent hand in her hair directed her down a bit more before pulling her back up. "Lick and suckle it, my cumslut. Like you do your toys in my clearing," his voice ordered, making her blush hard. And to her horror, she found herself doing as he ordered, her lips closing around him as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. She was rewarded with a loud groan of pleasure, which only made her suck again. Slowly, she started to enjoy herself, if only for the pleasure she was giving him. She was even starting to enjoy the flavor of him and the feel of him, hard, heavy and throbbing on her tongue. Before long, the guiding hand in her hair was loosening and she was bobbing up and down on his cock on her own.

Tomas fought the need to close his eyes, enjoying the sight of her willingly sucking his cock too much. She was so innocent and sexual at the same time. Despite her words that this act was nasty and wrong, she was lapping and sucking his cock like she was a child with a sucker. She couldn't get enough of it; for when he tugged her away a little, she whimpered and fought until he let her go enough that she could continue pleasing him with her lips and tongue. He could feel himself nearing his peak and he fought it. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. Especially when she finally opened her beautiful eyes and looked up at him. He nearly came right then and there, the sight of her with half his cock in her mouth, her innocent gaze meeting his as her dark hair lay over his thighs and tangled around one of his hands. "I think you like sucking my cock, don't you cumslut?" he said, wanting to push her to blush again. And sure enough, her cheeks filled with rosy color and she started to shake her head. "Don't lie to me cumslut," he warned. 

Her eyes widened and she pulled back off his cock, licking her lips nervously before she said softly, "Yes...Master." Tomas just raised an eyebrow, waiting. Finally, she dropped her gaze and whispered, "Yes Master, I like sucking y-your...c-c-cock." He murmured praise and caressed one soft cheek before pulling her back over his cock, losing himself in the blissful pleasure she was giving him. Instantly, she started sucking, without any more prodding from him. 

Moments later, he felt his release getting closer, and he made no move to stop it this time. Instead, he tangled both hands in her hair and pulled her down harder. "Swallow it all and show me what a good cumslut you are," he ordered, just before he let go and let euphoria wash over him. A strangled groan reverberated around his cock as the first taste of his cum bathed her tongue. But she did as he told, swallowing as fast as she could, despite the way her face screwed up at the bitter, salty flavor. And even though she tried her best, a bit dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin and into the water below. 




Primal Urges Ch. 04



Candace nearly gagged on the thick almost slimy feel of his cum, her body both disgusted and turned on by the feel of him cumming in her mouth. And when he pulled slowly out of her mouth, the feel of her tongue against his over sensitive head too much to bear, she whimpered softly. She didn't understand why her parents had said that it was so wrong. It hadn't been as bad as they had said. In fact, she had started to enjoy it; especially the helpless feeling he gave her with his hand in her hair, guiding her movements. Settling back on her heels, she looked up at him, seemingly unaware of the track of white marring the ivory of her skin. 

Tomas saw it though and he groaned. He had fully expected her to pull away or fight him when he started cumming, but she had surprised him. "Such a good cumslut," he praised, feeling the beast placated by the release she had given him. She smiled happily at his words and ducked her head shyly. "Go ahead and clean up now Candace, so we can get you safely back inside before dark," he added, reminding her of the time limit. Candace sighed and nodded, slipping backwards into the deeper part of the pool and ducking her head under the water line. Tomas sat where he was, watching her run her hands through the length of her hair through the clear spot in the bubbles she had created. Finally, he got up and turned to leave the tub, thinking of the preparations he would need to have done to make sure she would stay safe. 

When Candace surfaced, she looked around the building. But she was alone again. Alone with her body aching with need. A sudden flash of anger filled her and she smacked at the water, splashing the surrounding area in the process. "Damn him!" she cried. "He uses me for his release, after promising me I could cum, and then leaves me high and dry. Well, wet and horny is more like it." Crossing her arms under her breasts, she pouted. Grabbing the shampoo, she started massaging it into her hair, taking care not to overly tangle the long length of it. Ducking under the water again, she fumed under the cover of the water as she worked the shampoo out of her hair. 'Who does he think he is?' she thought, grabbing for the conditioner next. Then, that little voice spoke up. He was the one holding her captive. "Well, that doesn't mean he gets to use me for his little...cumslut," she argued. But even as she said the words, she felt her body thrill at the last. There wasn't any way she could tell him no. Not with the way she relished each degrading act, each deliciously arousing time with him. Even his little nickname for her turned her on as much as it embarrassed her. 

Sighing, she felt her anger slipping away just like the soap from her body. Chewing her lower lip thoughtfully, she let her fingers slip between her thighs, playing over the aroused, swollen folds there. But, despite her body's desire to cum, she pulled her fingers away. He had told her; in that tone that brooked no argument; that she wasn't allow to cum without permission. And even though her anger tried to flare at that, she squashed it with the conviction that he would surely make her cum hard later. Even if she had to beg him to do it. And with this thought firmly in her mind, she finished her bath at a leisurely pace.

When she was done, she stood up, feeling the still warm water streaming down her body as she looked around for a towel. Spotting a pile of them folded nearby, she grabbed one and wrapped it around her before leaving the tub. Another towel was used to dry her hair as much as possible. "Hmm...no clothes, so I guess I'll just have to wear his robe again," she murmured, still rubbing the soft cotton towel over her hair. Draping both towels over a towel rack, she scooped up the robe and slipped it on. She relished the male scent that permeated the material as she rubbed the collar against her cheek, breathing deeply. "Look at me, acting just like a school girl with her first crush," she laughed, catching her action and shaking her head a little. Sighing softly, she tied the robe securely around her waist and turned off the lights to the bathroom before opening the door. 

It was twilight, the clearing already cast in deep shadow thanks to the surrounding trees. Pulling the robe tighter self consciously, she headed back towards the cabin. She had to admit that she was scared about what would happen tonight. But she wouldn't dare admit that to Tomas. A smile curved her lips as she thought about how she acted around him. Usually, she was prim, proper, and polite with men. Her terrible shyness caused her to hide behind the manners her parents had drummed into her mind for as long as she could remember. It was only the close contact with Susan that had sparked her curiosity about the acts of man and woman. Her roommate had shamelessly told her over and over again all the things she did with her boyfriends, not noticing, or not caring, how Candace had squirmed with embarrassment. Well, it had started out with embarrassment, but had eventually become desire and arousal. She had just never had the courage to try anything out with the few men she had gotten serious with. 

Now, there was nothing to lose. Or that's how it felt. Tomas didn't seem to care about how naughty she was. In fact, he enjoyed making her do depraved and disgusting things. And, to her slight surprise, she enjoyed being made to do it. A big part of her was upset that she had waited to learn how to do these things. Another, even bigger part of her was glad she had waited. She found she was enjoying being made to do these things. And she didn't think anyone else would have had the same effect on her. 

Sighing softly, she pushed open the door to the cabin and slipped inside, shivering a little at the early spring nighttime chill that was in the air. Tomas stepped forward with a warm blanket and wrapped her in it, smiling as he did. "Enjoy your bath pet?" he asked, his deep voice sounding smug. Suddenly, she realized that he had left her wanting on purpose. And that he had also expected her to take care of herself. As if she would forget his order that she wasn't allowed to... Well, he would be in for a surprise then. 

Pouting prettily she shook her head. At his concerned look, she crossed her arms under her breasts. "Of course I didn't. You know I didn't, because you caused it," she explained. She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent the smile that wanted to peek through as she enjoyed the increasingly confused look on his handsome face. She walked over to the couch where he had sat earlier that afternoon while she played with herself on the floor before him. The memory of it made her blush hard and she looked away to hide it. 

Tomas sat next to her, trying to think about how he could have made her bath non enjoyable. It had been so long since he had had a female in his home, much less one he had drawn a bath for, and he was afraid he had done something wrong. "Tell me pet, so that I can avoid doing it next time. I want you to enjoy yourself since you don't have a choice in being here," he said, barely remembering to add the last little bit. She smirked a little at that before the pout came back. The sight of her full lower lip sticking out like that made him just want to kiss her senseless, but he stifled the desire, wanting to hear the reason. 

"You left me...wanting," she finally said, her cheeks filling with color. Tomas stared at her for a moment, as her words slowly sunk in. Then, when they had, he threw his head back and started laughing hard. Candace stared at him, the color in her cheeks rising as she started to get angry. How dare he laugh at her? Standing, she started pacing, the embarrassment and anger at his laughter growing with each step. Finally, mustering her courage, she turned and faced him. "You promised me I could cum if I...did what you asked me to do. And then, you just left. You got yours! And I couldn't get mine, since you told me I couldn't cum without you giving me permission. Well, maybe I should just play with myself whenever I want instead. Especially if this is the reaction I should expect next time I come to you," she fired at him. Crossing her arms under her breasts again and glared at him, her silver-gray eyes bright with anger. 

Tomas settled back, looking up at her. So that was why her bath wasn't enjoyable. She had enjoyed the supposedly dirty act he had made her do. So much that she had still wanted to cum when it was over. And the thought of it hadn't occurred to him in his preoccupation with her safety. Glancing towards the window, he judged the dimming light with practiced ease. "You want to cum Candace?" he asked, noting with pleasure that there was plenty of time to have her writhing under him and begging him to make her cum before the beast took over. At her terse nod, he rose and stalked towards her. "How badly do you want to cum? Are you completely soaked with your juices? Even though you are angry at me, are you imagining all the ways I can make you cum?" He pitched his voice low, watching her shiver as his hoarsely spoken words made her anger flow away. She nodded again, biting her lip with nerves as he stopped right in front of her. 

Tomas grinned at the look on her beautiful face, one of scared anticipation. Using one hand, he untied the robe, tugging the belt free of its loops, an idea forming in his mind. The robe gaped open, showing teasing glimpses of large breasts and rosy nipples and the white material contrasting beautifully with the downy chestnut curls at the apex of her thighs. Using his free hand, he grabbed her arms, tugging them down in front of her before using the robe tie to tie her wrists together in front of her. She whimpered softly as he tied the knot, but didn't try to get away or free herself. "Good girl," he murmured softly before glancing behind her and seeing the coat hook on the wall. Walking her back, he lifted her bound hands up and over her head, grinning disarmingly when she whimpered again, her silvery eyes widening. Hooking her wrists over her head, he was pleased to see that she had to stretch up on her tip toes to take her weight off her arms. She was so perfectly tiny compared to his own 6'4" frame, easily at least a foot shorter. 

"I don't know about this Tomas..." Candace twisted a little, stretching up to try and unhook her hands. He watched her, enjoying the way her large breasts shook and jiggled with her movements. Finally, she gave up and pouted at him. But her thighs were starting to glisten in the firelight, betraying her excitement at the idea. "Tomas, please, let me down," she tried again, only to be ignored by her captor. Instead, he ran his hands down her sides, pushing the lapels of the robe back and behind her body. Grabbing one of his overstuffed chairs, he pulled it close and perched on the edge, letting his hands slide farther down her body. Candace whimpered and twisted again, this time to press into his hands, wanting more of his touch. 

Tomas ran his fingers lightly back up her sides, over the swell of her hips, into the indentation of her trim waist before cupping her full lush breasts. Pinching her nipples lightly, he tugged her towards him with them, making her arch her back and moan softly in pleasure. Leaning forward, he licked first one caught nipple then the other, making her moan again. "Tomas, please," she whimpered, begging him for something entirely different. His fingers tightened painfully, twisting and pinching the tender nubs. She hissed and cried out in pain, instantly realizing her error. "Please Master," she gasped, correcting herself and earning the release of his fingers. 

"Good girl," he murmured before kissing his way down her body, his hands sliding down before him. Lifting first one leg and then the other, he hooked them over his shoulder and smiled up at her. "So beautiful pet; all pink and wet, and you taste so good," he said, deliberately trying to make her blush. And blush she did, hiding her flaming cheeks in her arm with a soft moan. Tomas just chuckled and turned his attention to the soaked folds directly at eye level. Lazily, he opened her to his gaze with two fingers. Her clit was poking out from under its protective hood, begging for his attention, and her pussy looked tight and slick with her arousal. Leaning forward, he took one long slow swipe with his tongue, enjoying the sweet tang of her juices before concentrating his attention on her ultra-sensitive clit. He flicked his tongue over it lightly, teasing her with the feather touch, making her squirm and press her pussy closer to his face. 

When he heard her sob in need, he raked his teeth over her clit lightly, feeling her jerk a little at the stinging pleasure as he moved his hands enough that he could work one long thick finger into her tight pussy. She parted around him slowly, her muscles clinging and massaging the single digit, reminding him all to well of how she felt around his cock. Curling his finger up, he found her g-spot and rubbed it as he flicked his tongue more firmly against her clit. As much as he wanted to prolong this, he felt his beast gaining more control over his actions and he needed to be far away before he changed. So, relentlessly, he played her body, feeling her arch and twist against him, mewling softly in pleasure. Finally, he heard her try to speak, her voice hoarse and raspy, "Pl-pl-please Master, c-c-c-can this cumslut cum?" 

Tomas groaned at the sweet submission as she said the very words he had told her to say. Nodding, he gave his permission, adding a second finger in her tight clenching walls as a reward. Within seconds, she was crying out his name as she ground her pussy onto his face, bathing him in her sweet release. He licked up all he could, holding her still against his face, even though his tongue on her oversensitive folds was bordering painful and she was wriggling to try and pull away. Finally, when she was clean and he felt he could procrastinate no longer, he pulled away, licking his lips clean of the last bit of her juices. 

Candace hung there, her head bowed, chest heaving as she enjoyed the aftermath of her climax. When he stood and moved to untie her, she burrowed her head in his chest. "Thank you Master," she murmured breathlessly, sliding her now free hands around his neck. His strong arms enfolded her and a soft chuckle sounded in her ear. 

"You're very welcome pet. You deserved it for being a good girl in your bath," he said, nibbling on her earlobe. She smiled at the praise and pressed even closer. "But, I have to go now Candace. I can't stay here with you." His words broke her out of her reverie and she pouted up at him. "Don't give me that look pet. There is plenty for you to do, books to read, television to watch, whatever you want. I have to go now if I want to be far enough away to keep you safe in time. Now, let me go," he said, his voice getting that stern sound that sent shivers down her spine. She sighed one last time and did as he told her, folding herself into the chair he had been sitting in. "Be good pet," he said before slipping out of the front door, wishing more then ever he could stay human during the full moon. 

Candace watched him leave before standing and bolting the door behind him, just like he had told her earlier he wanted done. Alone now, in his home, she wondered what to do with her night. She wasn't tired after her long nap this afternoon and she really wasn't in the mood to watch television. Finally, the large bookcase against the back wall of the room caught her eye. She had always been an avid reader, much to the delight of her teachers and the criticism of her peers. And now, as she crossed the room to the full bookcase, she saw that Tomas was as well. "Not that he has much else to do all by himself all the time," she mused aloud as she perused the titles. He had all types of books; non fiction, fiction, mystery, fantasy, horrors, and even erotica. 

She paused over the last type, her fingers caressing the spines of the novels. She couldn't help but feel naughty at the idea of reading them, even as her hand picked one with a deliciously naughty title and headed back to the chair. She had only read erotica once, an s/M one her senior year in high school. It had been her first foray into the world of illicit pleasures her upbringing had kept her from. She had been so shocked at the things she had read and imagined while reading the small story that she had never dared try another. But, now she worked the courage up to read one, if only to find out what it was that entranced Tomas. So, taking a deep breath for courage, she curled up on the chair and opened the book, ready to lose herself in the words printed inside. 

Hours later, she raised her head, closing the book slowly. Her gray eyes were lit with some hidden emotion and her cheeks were flushed. For long moments, Candace just sat there, the book lying in her lap, her fingers tracing a little pattern on the cover over and over. It was completely different than she thought it would be. All this time, he had treated her as his submissive, his property even. And this book spoke of a completely different fantasy altogether. The story in this book was one step above the average romance novels she found in the regular book store. The sex scenes were steamier by far, but the idea was the same. It spoke of two people who fell in love and came together on equal terms. Not the way that her and Tomas had come together. 

Sighing softly, Candace stood and headed back to the bookcase to put the book back. Briefly, an idea crossed her mind that maybe he wanted different things; that this book was just one thing that caught his fancy. Smiling a little, she slid the book into its place and picked up a few more. But a quick perusal of each showed that they were all the same as the first. Some had a little more kink then the first, others were more vanilla, but they were all essentially the same. Chewing her lower lip a little in thought, she paced the small cabin, her mind whirling with ideas. She had always pictured falling in love and marrying her prince charming. What proper girl hadn't? But she had never pictured being used like she had been the past day and a half until that first book. And she never thought it would actually happen. But what she couldn't understand was why Tomas was, if everything she had just read pointed to him being a romantic?

With a sinking feeling, she came to the realization that she had put herself into this situation. Tomas had never thought of holding her captive with him; not until she had said it. In fact, every time anyone had mentioned her being stuck here against her will, it had been her doing it first, and Tomas agreeing with some minor surprise. She had maneuvered herself very neatly into her current situation and now, she didn't see a way out of it. But, she would have to try, because if the strange tightening in her chest and racing pulse every time she thought of the man were any indication, she was falling for him...fast.

Stifling a yawn, she glanced at the clock over the mantel and noted with surprise that it was already three in the morning. Frowning a bit, she started to turn off the lights in the main room, her mind still racing over ideas. It was only after she had hung his robe up and slipped bare into his bed that an idea started to form. She wouldn't play into his dominating game. She would make him see her as an equal, a woman, a possible partner; no matter how much it might hurt her in the process. With a small smile on her face, she let herself drift into sleep, cradling one of the large pillows to her chest and breathing in his scent as she did.



Primal Urges Ch. 05



Tomas walked slowly back home right before dawn, his handsome features etched with frustration and fatigue. It had taken every ounce of will to keep the wolf far away from the cabin during moonrise. And he very nearly hadn't made it on more than one occasion. The beast had been eager for its mate. The need that had engulfed it had been stronger than the bloodlust he usually fought. He had finally solved the problem by jumping into a deep stone gully that was impossible to jump out of. The paws that he was cursed with in the beastly form made climbing vertical stone walls nearly impossible; not that he hadn't tried. It was only at moonset that he was able to climb out, using human hands and feet to find almost nonexistent crevices. 

Now, all he wanted to do was get home, eat, and spend time with the lovely Candace. He knew he was being selfish for keeping her with him, especially with the danger he put her in with every full moon, but he couldn't resist her. He had been so lonely for so long, and she was like a breath of fresh air. A smile curved his lips at the thought of her at home waiting for him. 

The smile stayed until he had made it the half mile he had left to get back home. And it widened when he walked into his home and found her, curled around his pillow, in his bed. She was wearing only the sheet around her slim body, the cotton hugging her curves lovingly. Her long chocolate curls were tousled around her head, some streaming out over the white covers and pillow, a few tendrils fallen over her beautiful face. Breathless, Tomas watched her sleeping, awed by her. "An angel," he whispered softly, "sent to save me."

Candace stirred at his voice, rolling onto her back. One hand rolled with her, coming to rest on her tiny waist, emphasizing the swell of her full breasts under the sheet. The other stretched towards him, as if imploring him to join her. He stilled, torn between wanting to join her and wanting to continue watching her. Finally, his body's fatigue decided him and he shed his clothes while walking towards the large bed. Carefully, his slid onto the empty half, not wanting to wake her. She only murmured sleepily and rolled into his body, her warmth instantly seeping into his chilled body. Tomas smiled again, a smile of contentment as he wrapped his arms around her protectively and pulled her closer, letting sleep overcome him. 

Hours later, Candace woke slowly, her groggy mind computing the fact that she wasn't at home in her own bed. Freezing in place, she tried not to panic and to remember details. But for the life of her, she couldn't remember where; until the warmth under her cheek and the heavy weight around her shoulders brought her back to awareness. Holding her breath, she looked up at Tomas, wondering if she had woken him. But, to her relief, he stayed asleep, looking completely exhausted. This worked perfectly with her plan to change his opinion of her. Carefully, she sat up, slipping out from under his arm, the sheet pooling around her waist. Blushing, she snatched up a spare pillow, using it to cover her bare breasts. 

'Come on Candace, grow some balls,' she thought to herself, feeling her courage start to falter now that the moment was at hand. Holding out one shaking hand, she went to pull the sheet down. But, she paused, right before she grabbed the sheet. She couldn't do it. Despite all her planning last night and her resolve to do this, she just couldn't do it. Dropping her hand back into her lap, she buried her face into the pillow she was holding, smothering a growl of frustration. Then, a soft sound and movement next to her made her go still, her heart pounding in her chest.

Lifting her head slowly, she watched as Tomas started to wake up. He moaned in complaint as he twisted and stretched, obviously fighting it. One hand, the one that had been wrapped around her, started to search across the covers for something. And with a start, she realized it was looking for her. Candace's eyes widened and she realized that it was now or never. She had to do it before he realized she wasn't lying beside him and woke up completely. 

Tugging the sheet down his body, she took in the sight of his body being revealed inch by inch. He was already hard and throbbing, his cock lying flat against his stomach and twitching from time to time. Nervously, she moistened her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and grabbed that large cock, feeling it jump at her touch. Dropping the pillow to the side, she rose up on her knees and swung her leg over his hips. Then, straddling him, she started to slide her hand up and down his cock, making sure he was almost awake before positioning it at her wet entrance. Rocking her hips a little, she stroked the head through her pussy lips, coating it in her juices. She was rewarded with the sight of groggy green eyes watching her and a throaty groan. 

"Mmm, Candace, what a way to wake up," Tomas murmured, trying to thrust up inside her. But, to his surprise, and growing frustration, she moved with him, keeping him exactly where he was. "Stop teasing me," he growled, moving to grab her hips. Only to have his hands slapped smartly and her to grin a coy little grin he had never seen before. 

"Nuh uh Tomas. None of that now. I want this to be a fun time for both of us, give and take on both sides, understand?" she murmured softly, sliding down the tiniest bit, so he could feel her tight little pussy starting to split around the sensitive head of his cock. He groaned, trying once more to grab her hips and finish the thrust. But she pouted and pulled up, moving as if to swing off of him. "I said none of that Tomas. I want us to do this together, not you to do it to me," she said, looking so hurt he felt his own heart aching in sympathy. 

"Fine, you little cock tease, we'll do it your way," he relented, pulling her into his arms and feathering little kisses around her face. "But you better hurry up, cause you're killing me here," he murmured, rolling so she was back on top of him. She just giggled and reached down to place him back at her entrance. Then, slowly, agonizingly, she slid down, feeling him fill her so perfectly, so fully that it almost made her weep with the pleasure. He grabbed fistfuls of bedding to keep from grabbing her and taking over, enjoying the look on her face too much to stop her, even though it was agony to let her continue at the slow pace. He thought he was going to die with need for her; but oh, what a way to die.

Finally, her hips settled against his and she looked down at him, her gray eyes wide in surprised pleasure. "I have something to admit," she whispered conspiratorially, keeping still over him. At his raised eyebrow, she blushed and covered her face with both hands before continuing, "I've never done it like this before."

"Oh, pet...just ride me like you did that log the other day. Do what feels right to you," he said, feeling his heart swell again with that nameless emotion. Gathering her to his chest, he took the time to kiss her deeply and thoroughly, his hips rocking against her helplessly. She slid both hands through his hair and kissed him back as she moved with him, slowly at first, but soon gaining more and more speed. Before long, she was pushing up again and riding him. He watched her enjoy his body, with her hips moving hard and insistently against his, her hands caressing his chest. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the enticing picture she made; her head was thrown back, her large breasts pushed up and together by her arms and the bounce of her curls as she rode him, searching for her own pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed with color, her rosy lips parted as little gasping moans were pushed out of her with each thrust down. 

She rode him almost like a pro, rolling her hips in tight little circles, changing the angle of her hips, and the tempo so she could feel him hitting all of her tight walls before she finally settled on one. The tension in her body built and built until he knew she was close to cumming on him and that's when he let himself go. Leaning up, he caught one nipple in his mouth, suckling hungrily as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her down hard and fast onto his cock. Moments later, she erupted around and over him, her walls tightening and clenching around his cock as her scream of completion rang throughout the cabin. He followed seconds behind her, erupting deep inside her, loving the feel of her milking his cock dry of every drop of cum. 

She collapsed against him, her hips still rocking a little even as she snuggled into him. Tomas cradled her close, still sucking on her breast as he leaned back into the pillows. She was practically purring in contentment, that little coy grin back on her lips. He just chuckled and let her breast go to brush his lips over her temple fondly. "That was wonderful," he whispered into her ear just before sleep overcame him again. Candace chuckled softly at his snores, slowly lifting up off his body. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped her as she was left achingly empty when she finally felt him fall out of her. She almost maneuvered him back inside her, loving the feeling too much. But a quick glance at the bedside clock rid her of that idea. It was almost noon, and she had some more things she wanted to read on that shelf, before he woke back up and caught her. 

So, after grabbing another of his shirts and slipping it on, she walked back out to the living room. And as their combined cum started to slide out of her folds and onto her thighs, she paused. Reaching down, she scooped some of it up, rubbing it between her fingers, exploring the creamy thick texture of it. Slowly, her fingers traveled up to her mouth and she flicked her tongue out to taste just a little of it. To her surprise, it wasn't as bad as she thought. It was salty, tangy and sweet, all at the same time. Sucking one finger into her mouth, she continued over to the bookcase, her gaze scanning the titles. There had to be something in here that explained his previous behavior and roughness with her. And as she looked, she cleaned the rest of her fingers off, almost relishing the taste of sex on her tongue, the heady eroticism of it making her lightheaded. Without realizing it, her fingers went back to her dripping pussy, until all the cum was gone, in her mouth. And it was when her fingers encountered just her own slick juices, she found the book. It was tucked off to the middle, a nondescript volume no thicker then her thumb. Pulling it out, she glanced at the title. "Dark Submission," she read aloud, feeling her cheeks flame with color. Excitement and a little trepidation blossomed in her chest as she made her way back to what she now considered her chair, curling up in it much the same as she had last night. With a deep calming breath, she opened the book and started to read. 

She paused three chapters in, staring up at the wall blankly, her mind trying to wrap around anyone wanting to put themselves in such a base position voluntarily. Though, she could definitely see the attraction of it. When Tomas made her submit to him during sex, she loved every second of it. But she just couldn't see herself doing it all the time. Her pride just wouldn't allow that, the idea already raising the proverbial hackles. Chewing on a thumbnail, she set the book aside and went to the kitchen to prepare a meal for herself, giving her mind more time to adjust to the idea. A year ago, she would have never even thought such a thing existed, and yet, here she was considering if she could even do it! It was enough to make her a little nervous. Her life was rearranging and shifting and she didn't know what to do about it yet. 

Taking her eggs and toast back to the chair, she regarded the book, wondering if she should continue reading it. The draw of it was powerful, her curiosity compelling her to pick it up and turn the page for chapter four, even as she slowly ate her meal. This one dealt with a Mistress, a female dominant. And as she read over the tender, but strict care of the domme's pet, she found another question rising in her subconscious. Could she do that? Could she tell someone what to do, how to dress, how to act, how to cum, and when to cum? To have that much power over someone was....enticing. Just thinking about it was making her wet and aching with need. As much as the idea of Tomas doing it to her; maybe even more... 

A slight noise made her look up and she grinned sheepishly at the sleep tousled center of her fantasies. She held up the book a little and tried to explain casually, "Just wanted something to read." He looked the book over, easily seeing which one it was and he laughed softly. His face was both knowing and pleased at the same time, and her cheeks filled with color. "I wanted to learn," she added, dropping her grey gaze a little. 

"That is fine little pet. You are welcome to read anything you like on my shelves. Does it intrigue you?" he asked, coming closer and taking the book from her to see where she was at. At her silent nod, he arched a brow. "Which part?" She squirmed a bit under his gaze and tried to think about to answer.

"Both...I think. I couldn't do the submission thing completely. And I've never been a m-m-mistress," her tongue stumbled over the word, making her blush deepen. "But, it sounds so...hot," she finished lamely, looking at her hands, which were twisting together nervously in her lap. 

"Hmm...and who would you want to dominate? Me?" he asked, wondering if his beast would allow that. He doubted it and to his relief, she shook her head emphatically. "Another man?" he prodded. She hesitated, and then shook her head again. "A girl?" he asked, surprised. Another, longer hesitation, and then came a small nod, barely perceptible, even to his keen gaze. He groaned at the idea of her with another woman and had to shift to keep himself comfortable in his jeans. "Have you ever been with another girl?" he couldn't help but ask. A shake of her head and he groaned, a mixture of disappointment and arousal. If only he could watch her lose that virginity with a girl, with him watching. But, that would never happen. Not here, not the way he was; he just couldn't risk another innocent person's safety to satisfy his own desires. Despite how much his hard cock told him too. As it was, he shouldn't even be keeping Candace anymore. 

Candace watched him through her lashes, reading his face as easily as the print in the book. He wanted her to be with another woman as badly as he wanted his next breath. But he didn't see how they could do that. Not with her as his captive and him being a werewolf. She found her respect for him rising at his reluctance to hurt or endanger another woman. Even as her pussy throbbed at the idea of it all. Frowning, she pushed the thought down deep, burying it as she stood and took her dishes back to the kitchen, washing them quickly in the sink. Then, nerving herself, she turned to face him, her little prepared speech in her mind as she moistened her nerves-dry lips. "I want us to start over Tomas. I don't want to be your cumslut. I want to be your lover. If I must stay here, I want to be happy with everything. Including myself and our sex life. I just can't see myself being happy with the role you've put me into. It's just not me, not really," she said, hoping her voice sounded more confident then she felt. 

He just stared at her, then down at the book in his hand, then back at her. Then, he grinned and tossed the book aside and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. "I think we can try that love. Especially if it means you wake me up more often like you did this morning. Though, I can't promise my wolf won't take over and try to put you back into that role from time to time," he warned, looking down into her beautiful face. 

"I don't mind if it's once in a while Tomas," she admitted, blushing hard. She expected more of a struggle from him, but he didn't seem to care at all. Her heart leaped in joy and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, coaxing a muffled moan of surprise from him. He kissed her back, feasting on the sweetness of her lips and her open desire for him. Maybe things would work out after all...

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(Sorry for the short length, more to come soon! Please vote and leave me a comment! I love to hear from you guys) 



Primal Urges Ch. 06



They spent the day learning about each other, their childhoods, their dreams and fantasies. Tomas even shared the night of his conversion, when he had been a naïve boy of twenty-three walking alone in dark woods that not even animals frequented. All it had taken was the one bite on his shoulder from the large dark creature and his life had been changed forever. Four centuries later, he still looked the same age, unable to age, unable to die from natural causes. He was a rapid healer; not even seemingly mortal wounds affected him much. His sex drive had also increased, to match the bloodlust of the wolf. This is the reason why he had avoided society all these years. He proved this four times that day before nightfall, leaving Candace aching, pleasantly sore, and completely sated. 

He had learned of her strict upbringing and sheltered life. Homeschooled throughout high school, she hadn't met a man who wasn't family until she was eighteen. She had finally given that man her virginity on her nineteenth birthday, only to watch him leave her two months later. Two more lovers, all as equally unsatisfying, had turned her to her toys and little forays into the forest for privacy to use them. Tomas just couldn't believe how little modern men seemed to care for women's pleasure or feelings. Even whores were treated better then that by gentlemen in his old life. But, then again, chivalry was dead. 

They spent the early evening cuddled in each other arms, hands sliding over the other's bodies lightly, exploring lazily. He almost hated to have to leave her, wanting to stay right there, her slight little weight on his lap, her head tucked against his shoulder as if it belonged there. Finally, when he didn't think he could postpone any more, he kissed her deeply, unconsciously getting rough in his nearness to his change. She sighed softly, enjoying the kiss, knowing what it meant. So instead of clinging to him like she so desperately wanted to, she slid off his lap and watched him leave. Then, she latched the door behind him, closed and locked the shutters and banked the fire. 

Turning on a small lamp, she retrieved Dark Submission and continued her reading. She took her time, reading it slowly, drinking the words in as she let her imagination play out the scenes. After two or so hours of this, she was squirming in her seat, her arousal at her mental images and the words she read so voraciously making her soaking wet. She ached with need and couldn't help but slip her hand under the shirt tails and throw one leg over the side of the chair, opening herself to her light touch. Turning her attention back to the story, she tried to make herself cum with the submissive in the book, who's Master was taking her tight little ass with his large thick cock as her pussy was plugged with an equally large vibrator. But after ten minutes of trying, she groaned softly. Her fingers just weren't enough. 

Standing up, she set the book aside and shed her shirt, walking towards the room where her things were stored. Grabbing her bag, she headed back towards the chair, grinning a bit in anticipation. She knew exactly what she could do to get the feelings she needed. Sitting on the chair, she draped both her legs over the arms, which opened her wide. She tilted her hips up as she leaned back as much as possible, exposing her asshole and pussy to her fingers as she used her own juices to lubricate the little crinkled star. Biting her lip, she grabbed the book again and pressed her finger slowly into her ass, feeling the slight burning cramp as her ring stretched to accept the invader. She flipped back a few pages, back to the beginning of the scene and started reading again. Before long, she had two fingers buried in her ass to the second knuckle, thrusting hard and fast just like the master in the book. Propping the book on one thigh, she continued reading, even as her fingers searched for her dildo, feeling her pussy burn to be filled. Finding it finally, just before the master added a third finger and making his submissive squirm in pained pleasure. She buried it deep into her pussy with one quick hard thrust as she added the third finger to her own ass. The full feeling made her almost cum right there and she bit back a moan of pleasure, her face full of color and desire, her eyes greedily and hungrily devouring every word on the page. 

A few more thrusts into her sopping pussy with the dildo and she was on the brink of orgasm, trembling with the effort to hold it back. Pulling it free, she whimpered, almost giving into her body's demands to return it, but the book was at the point where he was shoving his cock into her ass, and Candace wanted to keep on pace with them as much as possible. Following the master's example, she removed her fingers, flexing the sore digits as she placed the pussy juice coated dildo at her slightly stretched hole. Taking a deep breath, she let it out, relaxing as much as possible as she shoved the dildo deep in one hard fast thrust. Her scream of pain and pleasure filled the small cabin as she came hard, even as her ass burned and cramped in a way it hadn't since her first forays into anal play. 

Not giving herself time to adjust, she started to fuck her ass with the dildo, her other hand moving to hold her thigh up, giving her easier access to it, still following true to the book. Candace and the sub both writhed in painful pleasure, their pussies aching and burning to be filled and touched, but only their asses received the attention. Candace came again, screaming Tomas's name as she did, her hand a blur as she shoved the thick long dildo deep in and out of her tight ass. Pushing it all the way in, she paused, gasping for breath as she looked for her vibrator. So intent was she on being full in both holes just like the submissive, she didn't notice the movement outside the shuttered living room window. It was only when she spotted the vibrator and leaned to get it that she became aware of the outside world as the wood and glass behind her shattered and a large shape bounded in, growling loudly. 

Screaming in fear, she tried to untangle herself from the chair, even as she looked to see what or who it was. "Tomas!" she cried, relaxing a bit as she recognized the wolfish form of her captor/lover. His green eyes looked her over and the anger and bloodlust she saw in them faded when he noticed she was fine. More then fine, as she was nearly nude with a large dildo in her ass, the sac like base nestled between her firm cheeks and a vibrator in her hand. Those had been screams of pleasure, not pain or fear. She had been fine. And now, she was exposed once more to the wolf's lust, which was rising fast at her wide-eyed fear and the scent of her cum in the air. Digging his claws into the soft wood floor beneath him, he pounced on her, dragging her roughly to his body as his hardening cock rubbed against her soaked pussy. 

Candace fought against him for a moment in shock, but too soon, the feel of his cock against her needy clit was making her relax against him. She tore at the buttons of her shirt, wanting to feel his fur against her skin again as she wrapped her legs around his waist, trusting him to keep her right there. The fearsome face loomed closer and he shredded the offending fabric off her body easily, his sharp teeth grazing her skin, but not piercing. Soft whimpers of pleasure and need fell from her lips as she ground against him, wanting that scarily large cock back inside her again. 

Tomas gave into the beast, seeing the aroused pleasure and need on her face. Grabbing her ass with both his paw/hands, he hoisted her up and poised her over the head of his cock, rubbing it through her juices as his hungry muzzle feasted on her large breasts, scraping her sensitive nipples with his teeth, making them even more sensitive. Then, when he could stand no more, he slid her down fast, his hips lifting and pressing deep at the same time. Within seconds, she was stuffed full of his were-cock, a soft hiss of pain escaping her. Turning, he stumbled to a wall, bracing her against it as he thrust powerfully into her, his hips slamming brutally against hers. A part of him was horrified at the idea that he was hurting her, but Candace rubbed against him, coaxing him on with soft little murmurs and cries of pleasure. His claws brushed the base of the dildo and he grinned ferally. Managing to grab it with one paw, he pulled it out at the same time he did, pausing long enough to make her writhe and whimper in need, the head of his cock and the dildo the only things inside her. Then, with a grunt, he thrust inside her, shoving the dildo deep at the same time. Candace screamed his name, instantly cumming all over him and the wolf howled it's pleasure at conquering it's mate as he kept doing it, over and over, keeping her cumming. 

It was only when he felt his knot starting to swell, and she was almost limp against him that he stopped the ruthless assault on both her holes. Pulling the dildo from her ass, he lifted her off his cock and spun her around, pinning her back to the wall as he lined up with the stretched, but still small, hole of her ass. Shoving deep, he dug his claws deep into her hip and shoulder, keeping her still as he plundered her. He could feel his knot starting to press against her tight ring and he thrust harder, until it popped in with each upward motion of his hips. She screamed at the pain of it, but didn't try to stop him. Instead, she looked over her shoulder and moaned his name, pushing her hips back as best she could being three feet off the ground. Tomas grinned back and just let the beast take over, the knot swelling to the point where it was hurting them both to pull it out and that was when he pulled back and dropped them both to their knees. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kept thrusting, short hard movements that stimulated them both until he as cumming, pumping wave after wave of his cum into her ass. Candace groaned as each one forced its way passed her very very stretched asshole and into her bowels. The helplessness and naughty feeling of it made her arch and cum for what felt like the hundredth time, her keening cry echoing sweetly in his ears. 

Even when he was done, he kept thrusting, enjoying the way she wriggled and writhed on him, even as tears poured down her cheeks. Finally, he was able to fight himself into some sort of control over the beast and he stopped, letting her sag down onto the floor with a soft whimper. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her over him, so she straddled him backwards, waiting for his knot to soften. But as soon as it was soft enough to slide out of her, she started moving again, sliding up and down his cock as she bent forward and reached for her vibrator again. The beast roared it's approval at the female's movements and drive and his paws found her hips again, helping her grind down against him, making the movements harder and rougher. Soon, she was gasping and moaning again, rolling her hips in a circle, making his cock stir her bowels.

Turning the vibrator on full power, she pressed it against her swollen clit, lost completely in the pleasure and moment to stop. Soon, she was cumming again as she rode him, his cock still firmly lodged in her ass. Afterward, she slid the vibrator inside her, letting him feel the vibrations through the thin wall separating the toy and his cock. Her body was wearing out, but she wanted him to cum again. She wanted to tire her wolf out so that he could stay with her the rest of the night. And she wanted to feel that delicious feeling of his cum filling up her ass again. Already if felt like her stomach was slightly swollen from the first time, but she wanted more. Tightening her muscles around him, she milked his cock and the toy, looking over her shoulder at him, her grey eyes glazed and almost black with pleasure. Her free hand moved one of his paws up to her breast and she whimpered his name again.

Tomas mauled her small form, giving her what she asked for, quickly losing his control over the wolf again. But as long as he didn't bite her, he didn't care at this point. She felt too damn good, so damn tight, and so eager to have him in her that he just couldn't stop. The way his name sounded on her lips made his heart flip and his hips slam up against hers, the way she looked at him had him growling her name back, fingers twisting her nipple and holding her hips in a crushing grip. After what seemed an eternity of the teasing vibrations, her little moans and whimpers, and intense animalistic pleasure, he felt the swelling of his knot pressing against her ass again. Pausing, he tried to hold off, not wanting to hurt her by stretching her open again. 

Candace took matters into her own hands then, shoving down with all her small might until it popped in and then just rolling her hips in a tight circle, milking his cock with her amazing muscles. Her soft whimpers and sighs turned to screams and moans of pleasure as her head fell back, dark curls brushing and tangling with his chest fur. She was going to cum again, and it was going to be the biggest yet; if her body's reaction to even the slight control over the wolf was any sign. And sure enough, she came seconds later, her whole body tensing and spasming as she writhed over him, her scream hoarse and almost silent as she gives into the intense pained completion. Tomas watched her, awed, even as he joined her, her milking muscles too much to bear anymore as his second load joined the first, making her small flat stomach definitely grow a bit round at the amount trapped inside her. 

Then, when he went limp against the wooden floor, his large strong arms cradled her unconscious form against his body tenderly, the wolf curling into a sleepy contented ball inside him, letting him enjoy the aftermath of the amazing woman in his arms. 

*****

Candace thought back over the past month as she bathed the day's dirt and sweat away. The last night with the werewolf had seemed to draw them closer, and seemed to settle something inside Tomas. She no longer dreamed or desired to go home, instead completely happy with her lover, exploring her desires and passions with him nightly, and the forest during the day. And now, with the first night of the full moon, she couldn't help but wonder what was in store for her. Would he stay away, or let his wolf enjoy her body again? She found herself hoping for the latter as she dried off and pulled the robe on in preparation for the trip back to the cabin. Out of habit, she turned the light off before she stepped outside; into pitch black night.

To her surprise, it was already dark outside. Far darker then she was used to, being a city bred girl. The stars couldn't even permeate the thick canopy of trees overhead and the cabin's shutters had already been closed. Blinking at the pitch blackness, she hesitated a moment. "Tomas?" she called, trying to remember where the cabin was, and if the moon had already risen. Fumbling for the switch to the bathroom light, she whimpered softly, fear rising up to settle in her throat in a very real lump. Turning her head, she looked for the switch, squinting to try and see through the dark for it. But, before she could find it, she felt, rather than heard, a large shape lumbering through the dark towards her. Screaming softly in surprise, she turned to face it. "Tomas? Is that you?" she called, desperately hoping it was, that her nerves had been strung too tight in her fantasies, thoughts, and the blackness surrounding her. 

"No, it's not," a deep guttural voice growled, right before she was yanked roughly against a large muscular body.



Primal Urges Ch. 07



Candace screamed in fear, struggling wildly against the large muscular frame that she was held tight against. But, try as she might, it was like fighting to be free from steel bands. A cold cruel laugh sounded over her head and she was thrown against the wall of the bathroom, one hand tearing her robe open. "Tomas," she screamed desperately, trying to crawl away, back into the safety of the bathroom. Claws raked over her skin and she froze for a moment, staring up at the dark shadow looming over her. "No..." she breathed, feeling her body respond to the memory of being taken by the werewolf that was her Tomas. But, this wasn't him, this rough stinking thing that was holding her beneath him. The voice was too cruel and cold, the fur to rough and greasy to be him. And even when Tomas's were had controlled his actions, there had still been an underlying gentleness to him. This creature was rough, his grip painful, his stinking breath bathing her face. There wasn't any gentleness in this man or his werewolf. 

"That little simpering fool can't save you bitch, so shut up," the voice rasped, just as rough paws covered the softness of her breasts. He squeezed painfully, his claw tips piercing the tender skin above them. She whimpered in pain and protest and tried to twist away. The werewolf over her just laughed again and used his knee to force her knees apart. Candace shook her head in fear and denial, feeling his cock forcing its way into her fantasy induced soaked folds. He growled and started thrusting, with no care for her pleasure or how much he was hurting her. And hurting her he was. She could feel her tender passage about to tear with the brutal treatment it was getting and she fought harder, screaming for Tomas as she was raped. "I said shut up!" the creature growled, wrapping one paw around her long slim throat, stifling her screams for help. 

Candace clawed at his hairy arm, fighting for breath now, for her life. Little dancing lights started to obscure her vision and she fought down panic. But, try as she might, she couldn't pry his grip even the littlest bit. Before long, she felt her actions slowing and finally stilling, her eyes seeing nothing but a growing haze that was turning quickly to darkness, her thoughts becoming slow and muddled. Her hands slowly slipped from his arm, down to the ground as she felt herself losing consciousness. But, before her world could disappear entirely, she heard a familiar growl nearby. 

Hope sparked in her, to be flamed as the heavy weight and claw around her throat were suddenly gone. Candace lay there for a long while, just breathing in sweet life giving air through her bruised and burning throat. Dimly, she heard growls, grunts, and the sounds of large bodies slamming into each other not that far away. When her vision finally cleared, she pushed herself into a sitting position and cowered against the wall of the bathroom. By now, her night vision had kicked in and she could make out in the bright light of the now risen moon the two werewolves fighting in the clearing in between the two buildings. She pressed a fist to her mouth, horrified, but unable to tear her eyes away. The logical part of her screamed; screamed at her to run and to get into one of the buildings where she would at least have the semblance of safety. But, the more emotional part that seemed to be running her life lately kept her still, wanting to see what would happen to Tomas. 

A part of her realized within moments that they were fighting to the death. And the prize would be her. Whoever won would get her, whether she wanted it or not. Muffling a soft cry of denial and fear, she hoped desperately it would be the small black form that was Tomas as opposed to the matted, larger, gray that was the strange werewolf. But, it didn't seem as if that was going to happen. The stranger currently had Tomas pinned beneath him, his teeth buried in his shoulder. "Please, oh please Tomas, win for me," she murmured, over and over again. Then, the other werewolf readjusted his grip, burying his long sharp teeth into Tomas's vulnerable neck. Tomas howled his pain to the heavens before slumping in the other's grip, going completely still. Candace screamed in denial and scrambled to her feet. "No! Tomas, please don't be dead," she screamed, running towards his fallen form, not caring about the other one. 

But, before she could reach him, she was barred by a large gray body. "Not so fast," she heard that guttural voice growl. "You're mine now." She was scooped up and tossed over a large hairy shoulder, Tomas's blood and his streaking her exposed skin. The force of his shoulder digging into her abdomen knocked all of the air out of her, making her go limp as she struggled once more to just breathe. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the limp form that was Tomas on the ground. A soft mantra of "No, no, no," fell from her lips as her new captor started out of the clearing. 

The gray werewolf hadn't gone more then a hundred feet away from the clearing before tossing her to the ground. He grinned down at her, yellowed teeth glinting in the moonlight. She recoiled away from him, whimpering in fear. But, this only seemed to arouse him further; his cock, which was already half hard, growing to its full length. She shook her head, drawing her knees to her chest and trying her best to disappear. Horrified, she watched him stalk closer, knowing he was enjoying terrifying her, but unable to hide the reaction. 

Pausing a foot away from her, Jacob inhaled the scent of her fear and body. He watched her cower against a tree trunk, the white robe shining in the moonlight as it fell down, revealing more of her body then she knew. Her eyes were large with fear, shining with tears, her lovely face pale and drawn. He reveled in the sight of her fear, the heady smell and sounds of it and let his beast take over. With a roar of triumph, he fell on his prey, his prize. His claws shredded the robe so she was naked beneath him, not caring that he was also leaving long bloody furrows in her soft skin. If anything, the metallic smell of her blood only aroused him further and he once more pushed her thighs apart to make way for his cock. He pushed into her dry unwelcoming passage roughly, holding her legs wide open for his large misshapen form. He heard her cry out in pain and he just grinned wider. He would use this little slut until she was begging him to die, and then he would use her some more. 

Candace pushed at the lycan's chest fruitlessly. She felt her pussy tearing with his rough fucking. But the pain was nothing compared to what she felt at the idea of losing Tomas. Or to the idea of what was ahead of her in this...creature's custody. Closing her eyes, she let her hands drop, silent sobs racking her small frame. Blocking out what was being done to her body, she started remembering the past month. She remembered the way that Tomas had treated her, even in his werewolf form. Taking the time to make sure that she came before taking his pleasure; never pushing her more then she had wanted to be pushed. And he never hurt her any more then she could bear. She cried harder, ragged sobs audible now. 

Jacob focused on the pale face of his new prey. The heartbroken and lost expression pushed him towards his orgasm, making his knot swell as he thrilled at the sight. He would enjoy breaking this one's spirit. And she was incredibly more attractive then the last few girls he had broken. And so tight around his cock, he added as an afterthought as he shoved forward, forcing his knot into her torn bleeding flesh. She screamed in pain, her head shaking from side to side. He just laughed and gave in to the pleasure, listening to the sounds of her pain and relishing them. He grunted as the first spurt erupted to bathe her womb, knowing how repulsed she was at the idea of him cumming in her. Before long, he had cum so hard and long that she had passed out from the painful full feeling of his cum locked inside her. 

Collapsing on top of her, not bothering to hold off any of his massive weight, he caught his breath. As soon as he had, he braced himself and pulled from her body, wincing at the pain of his knot popping free. She screamed again, torn from the half aware state she had awakened to. The sound and sight of her pain was worth the minor inconvenience that it had caused him. Tangling a paw in her hair, he tugged her to a semblance of a standing position, ignoring her soft protest. "Stand up and walk, or I'll drag you," he growled, his muzzle right in her face. 

"Let me go," she whimpered, trying to muster up her courage. But the cold look in his muddy brown eyes sapped what little she could. His response to her attempt at defying him was to turn and start walking, dragging her behind him by her long hair. She cried out, her hands flying to try and free her hair as she stumbled after him as best she could. Giving up on untangling his paw, she finally was able to place her feet under her and run after him, casting one last look back at Tomas's cabin. 

*****

Tomas groaned softly, lifting his head and looking around him. It was still night, and he was still in his wolf form, but he didn't know how long he'd been out. And with a sinking feeling, he realized that Candace wasn't anywhere to be seen. And when he took a deep breath, trying to scent her, he realized he wouldn't find her anywhere in the surrounding area. She had been taken hours ago by his defeater. And he was in no shape to even try to go after her. He would just end up dead for sure this time, and most likely have Candace join him in that undesired state. Dragging his torn, bloody and weak body towards the cabin, he howled his pain and loss to the cruel uncaring moon above, hating what he knew his beloved was going through at the hands of the other lycan. Once inside, his howls turned to little whimpers of pain and loss and the lack of blood in his system caused him to speed quickly towards unconsciousness. 

Soft hands bathing his wounds the next morning is what woke Tomas. Frowning a bit, he tries to open his eyes, wondering if somehow Candace had escaped the other were and returned to him. But, the touch was wrong, the scent of the person not right. And the voice murmuring soothingly to him was too high pitched and uncultured to be his Candace. Disappointment welled up in his chest and he opened his eyes the tiniest bit, not having much strength for anything else. The blurred sight that met him was of a tall blonde female, but he couldn't discern much else until his vision cleared. "Who are you," he rasped, his voice damaged from the fight. 

"My name is Susan. I was looking for my roommate, Candace, and I thought I'd find her here. But I only find you, bleeding all over that fancy carpet in the front room. It took an hour to drag you into here. I can't lift you onto the bed, but I guessed this was better then being out there," the voice prattled, still cleaning his wound carefully. Already it looked like it was healing, the curse helping him in that one small thing. "What in the dickens happened to you? And was Candace here? Did that guy have you both? Did you guys try to escape and he hurt you and take her? Oh, if he did, I'm gonna kick his ass! See that he never messes with me and my friends again. Candace is so naïve and innocent, she doesn't know how to deal with the world, nope, nuh uh." 

Tomas winced and shook his head, instantly regretting the motion as his head pounded in response. "Shush please...I can't think with your incessant talking," he growled at her, wondering how his quiet well-mannered Candace ever put up with this girl on a regular basis. "How the hell did you find us?" he asked, and then held up a hand to still her answer "Never mind, I can guess. You followed the paper trail of her things, didn't you?" At her nod, he groaned, pushing his hand through the dirty tangled mess of his hair. "Candace was taken last night. But I'll get her back, as soon as I get better. You need to head back to the city as fast as you can, you hear me?" he ordered, his other hand lifting to test the wound on his neck. It would be healed enough by nightfall that he would be able to start tracking his beloved. 

Susan propped her hands on her plush hips and laughed, a short mirthless sound. "Yeah right! Candace is stuck out here with you and some man who kidnapped her from you and you expect me to go home as though nothing happened? In your dreams dude; Candace is my friend! And I am always there for my friends. And if it's so dangerous, why don't you just call the cops?" she retorted, hopping a bit in place for emphasis. Tomas found his gaze pulled to her large breasts as they bounced enticingly under the skimpy top she wore. Cursing under his breath, he pushed himself carefully up into a sitting position and stared at the buxom beauty, seeing her for the first time as more then a blur of colors. Candace had not been kidding when she had described the girl as your stereotypical blonde. Her breasts were easily the largest he'd seen, but fit her frame, with its narrow waist and large hips. Her face was cute enough to appeal to all, but something about it just screamed sex. Maybe it was the way her golden ringlets framed it and the pouty lips. Either way, she was made for sex and knew it. Even as angry as she was now, she looked sultry and seductive and his body couldn't help but respond. Growling in frustration, he turned away from that blue gaze and pulled himself to his feet, hissing in pain as he did. "You shouldn't be moving with a wound like that!" the girl said, trying to push him back down.

Tomas shook her off easily and went to his kitchen, pulling two large steaks out of the fridge and throwing them on the counter. Within minutes, he had them prepared, just seared enough to take the bloody color off the top and he started to scarf them down, not using a knife and fork, just chewing them like a dog. Blood run down his chin and he felt her gaping at him in disgust, but he didn't care. The bloody meat would help him heal faster. And it helped sate the beast inside him, giving it something to focus on other then the sexpot behind him. When he was done, he took a towel and wiped himself clean before stumbling out the door to the bathroom. He needed to wash the blood off him, before his still human part rebelled the steak he had just eaten and he had to repeat the process. To his disgust, and secret relief, Susan trailed after him, still miraculously silent. "You should go home girl, before dark," he called back over his shoulder. But, the gruff tone was belied as he stumbled, his weakness getting the better of him.

Susan was there almost instantly, slipping under his arm and helping to support him. "Not while you need me and Candace is out there alone," she murmured softly. He grunted thanks, his mind turning to his little brunette as Susan helped him into the shower, shedding her own clothes and his and then helping to scrub him down. He finally just sank down onto one of the built in benches and closed his eyes, grief and shame threatening to overwhelm him. How could he let this happen? How had he not noticed the signs of another in his territory? Was he so caught up in the budding relationship between him and Candace that he couldn't even do the simplest things? And now, poor innocent Candace was paying for it, being raped over and over again because of his neglect. He wasn't aware a sob had left him until the small hands working over his body stilled. 

Susan looked at the man, confusion knotting up her insides. This man was obviously hurting. He'd been at death's door when she had walked in three hours before. But he still insisted on going after Candy by himself. And if the look on his face was any sign, he obviously loved Candy. Love, despair, guilt, they and more were all there for her to see. But, if he hadn't taken her roommate in the first place, she wouldn't be in the danger she was in now. Susan didn't know the full story, but the look of determination and anger on this man's face told her plenty. 

She also couldn't blame Candy for not wanting to come home. The man, even as hurt and exhausted as he was, was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Definitely far better then the men she knew Candy usually brought home, not that there were many of those. Hell, she was wet just looking at him, and being naked next to him in the close confines of the shower was playing havoc with her body. But, until she knew where he and Candy stood, she would try and restrain her body's desires. Despite how enticing that thickening cock looked; or how much she would love to feel it plowing her tight pussy as the water streamed over them. Whimpering softly, she turned and left the shower, and him, before she did something she regretted. It had been far too long since her last boyfriend, that was all. But even as she thought that, she knew that wasn't all it was. The man was damn sexy, and until she had him between her thighs, her pussy was going to leak constantly. 

She toweled off and resisted going back, even as her body burned and ached. "Can you get back inside on your own?" she asked, hoping he would say yes. And to her relief, he did, and she ran, back towards the cabin as though the dogs of hell were on her heels. She respected Candy too much to take her man. And she was afraid that was what would end up happening, as it had so many times in the past with other girlfriends. Pushing the thought from her mind, she went to work cleaning up the dirty bloody towels from the bedroom, trying to concentrate on the mundane task of cleaning. And it almost worked, until he walked back in. Instantly, her attention went from scrubbing the rug to his tall wide form. Licking her lower lip, she let her mind wander as he moved around the cabin and into the bedroom. Even after the door closed behind him, she still thought about him. Finally, she couldn't take anymore. Opening her legs wide, she settled back on the damp floor, her hair a golden semi circle around her head. Sucking one finger into her mouth, she tugged her short skirt up, and then pushed her tiny g-string down to her knees. Once that was done, her hand slid between her thighs and into her soaked hungry folds. She closed her eyes, picturing it was the handsome man's hand there instead as she expertly manipulated herself. She pinched her hard long clit, causing a happy moan to pour out from between her parted lips. Slipping two fingers deep inside, she imagined it was him, taking her, fucking her, making her scream in pleasure. And scream she did, unknowingly filling the cabin with her sounds of arousal. All thoughts of Candy and danger were pushed from her head as she concentrated instead on her orgasm and the fantasy of being taken by the silent angry man. 

Tomas's head jerked up at the first scream. At first, he thought the other one was back. But all too quickly, the sound and words Susan was screaming sunk in and he groaned, covering his ears. She was fucking masturbating, in his house, and obviously thinking about him. His cock started to respond to the sound of pleasure and he cursed it as he tried to think of something, anything that would take his mind off the blasted girl in his living room. But, despite how he paced, and muffled his ears with his hands, he couldn't, his mind kept picturing her playing with herself in his home, replacing her with the sight of Candace playing in front of him, her grey eyes locked on his as she worked herself to climax at his urgings. Finally, he couldn't hold back and he nearly tore the door off as he opened it. The wolf was firmly in control now as he caught the girl, spread eagle on the floor, her head bent back, fingers buried deep into her nearly smooth pussy as her other hand tweaked her nipples. Tugging his pants open, he exposed the swollen length of his cock and fell atop her. Taking both of her wrists in his hands, he shoved them on either side of his head as he growled down at her. "You fucking little tease; playing with yourself in my house that I share with your supposed friend. You want to be fucked, fine, I'll fuck you. Any damn way I want, any where I want. And if I hear one bit of protest from that pretty little mouth, I'll just tie you up and keep using you," he spat as he positioned himself at her entrance. 




Primal Urges Ch. 07



Susan gaped up at him, not sure if she was still in her fantasy or if this was reality. But the hard grip on her wrists and the thick cock pressing against her entrance told her it was reality. She shook her head, words of apology tumbling from her mouth as she tried to free herself. But another harsh animalistic growl stopped her. As soon as she was still, he buried himself inside her in one brutal thrust, not caring for her pleasure or pain. Arching back, she screamed as her poor pussy was forced wide without any tenderness. But despite the pain that rippled through her body, especially when he pulled back and thrust in, a part of her was glad he was being so rough. Jack had worked a number on her a year ago. Rough sex drew her like a moth to the flame. And it also helped her guilt. Not a lot, but it did help. Turning her head to the side, she closed her eyes, trying to stop enjoying it, but helplessly, her hips start to thrust up to meet his.

"Look at me slut!" he growled, moving her wrists up to catch both of them in one hand. Using his now free hand, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "You wanted me, now watch me fuck you. I'm going to cum inside you soon, hope you are on something," he said, taking all his anger and frustration out on the poor girl. His hips slammed into her, bruising the poor girl as he drove himself towards his completion. The wolf inside him murred happily and urged him on, whispering commands into his subconscious. Closing his eyes briefly, he imagined Candace beneath him, her arms bound with silken ropes as she twisted and moaned her pleasure to him. The blonde seductress became his beloved, her generous curves shifting to Candace's svelter, but still beautiful body. Moaning her name, he ground his hips in a circle, wanting to feel her cumming around him as he took her body, the way she had begged him to. 

Susan gasped softly in surprise as the man above her slowed, his thrusts gentling. The name on his lips was the reason, she realized after a moment. He was seeing Candace behind his closed lids, and he wanted to please her. Shame filled her as she tried to look away, but his hand on her chin held her head in place, even as the thumb caressed her jaw line. She could feel herself getting close to her orgasm again, especially when he ground against her, rubbing her sensitive clit against his hard body. "Fuck me...that's it," she moaned, losing herself in the pleasure again. His response was to move harder and more firmly against her, making her scream happily in pleasure. All too soon, she could feel herself cumming around his cock, coating it in her thick cream as she shook with the intensity of it. Immediately, she felt him tense, his cock lengthening, and swelling, before she felt him erupt, coating her womb with his own cum. She wriggled happily, loving the feel of being filled up with a man's seed. It almost set her off again, but he pulled away too soon, leaving her aching for fulfillment and empty, cum seeping out of her stretched pussy to the newly scrubbed carpet beneath her. He stood, his legs shaky beneath him as he sneered down at her.

"You fucking cunt. You claim to be her friend, to care about her, but then you fucking entice me to that?" he spat, his eyes full of anger. She whimpered and crawled backwards to cower against the couch behind her. He made a move to follow, then thought better of it and stormed from the room. "I want you gone when I come back out, you understand me?" he yelled back at her. Susan sat there, trembling and staring after him. What in the hell had just happened? She had saved his life, and now he was pissed at her? 'Well, the fact that you seduced him might have something to do with it,' a small voice whispered to her. Rubbing her sore wrists, she drew her knees up, feeling more of their combined cum leaking from her. She was a horrible friend. Candy had every right to hate her after this. It was obvious that these two cared for each other, if the look on his face and the reverent sound in his voice when it said Candace's name was any clue. Burying her face against her up drawn knees, Susan gave into the guilt, the pain and the worry, hot tears bathing her cheeks and legs. 



Primal Urges Erupt



Suggestion to Readers :

If anyone is interested in seeing a visual, this story was inspired by issue #26 of STUFF magazine. Look at the inside article about the two cover models. Especially their attire. 

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The earthquake lasted several minutes. That was all the time that was needed to bring down most of the houses in the neighborhood. Almost every other home was reduced to ruble. 

When the shaking started, Frank was up on a ladder painting his house. The vibrations almost knocked him over. He was a very muscular man and was able to hold himself in place against the house as the ladder teetered and swayed along the gutters of the roof. Being a fireman had its advantages and staying steady on a ladder during duress was more of an instinct than anything else. He simply put the insides of his soles against the rails of the ladder and loosened his grip. He slid down the ladder in one quick swoosh and landed on his feet. As he ran for the door of his house, the ladder crashed to the ground.

Normally, running into a house during an earthquake was a bad idea, and Frank knew it. But his daughter Mia was inside. She was up on the second floor with her best friend Chyler. Chyler had spent the night with Mia, as she did every Friday night. It was still pretty early in the morning and they were both most likely still asleep. Luckily Frank's wife was out of town on business, so he didn't have to worry about her.

Frank tried to open the door, but the earthquake wedged the door in its frame. He kicked it and it flew off its hinges into the living room. Quickly he bounded up the two flights of stairs and ran down the hallway to Mia's bedroom.

"Mia!" Frank shouted.

The floor vibrated under his feet as he neared her door. Suddenly her door swung open and Frank skidded to a halt. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Mia standing in the doorway. Mia's big blue eyes were as wide as they could get. Her mouth was agape and she just stood there staring at her Dad staring back at her.

Frank's stomach churned uncontrollably and he became light headed. Mia was still wearing her nighttime apparel. First off, Mia's body had hardly any body fat. She had a petite little figure for an eighteen-year-old senior in high school. Her attire was obviously something that her and Chyler had designed together. Her firm, tiny legs were covered in a white see-through fishnet stocking with tiny flower designs. She wore low riding, pink, and cotton panties over the stockings. Her entire smooth and flat stomach was completely bare all the way up to the bottom of her pointy breasts. They peeked out the bottom of a roughly cut matching pink baby-tee that displayed her little nipples for Frank to see. Frank was speechless as his eyes came up from the bottom of her small tits to her long black hair.

"Daddy?" Mia said in a babyish voice. The fright from the earthquake was evident in here baby blue eyes.

Finally the words came back to him. "Mia, it's an earthquake. Where's Chyler? We have to get out of the house!"

"Oh God," she said startled. Mia swerved around to her bedroom, giving Frank a sideways view of Mia's tight little stomach. Her hands were holding the sides of the doorframe and her back was now to her Dad. Frank's breathing was becoming unbearably heavy as his eyes glued to MIAs round heart-shaped ass clad in those pink cotton panties. 

Mia shouted down to the floor, "Chyler! Wake up! It's an earthquake!"

Frank ran up and stood behind his daughter. Unconsciously his hands clasped the sides of Mia's quivering stomach and he pressed his body up against hers. The earth shook again and her hands slid up the doorframe and her feet slid apart. Frank accidentally pressed his tightening groin into Mia's panty covered ass.

Mia gasped at the earth shaking and didn't notice her Dad's closeness, "Uhhh--Chyler, Wake up!"

Frank's heart beat fast as he looked over Mia's shoulder onto the floor. Again his heart skipped a beat at what he saw. Rousing from sleep, Chyler's equally stunning body rolled out of the sleeping bag and stretched out her arms and legs. She yawned and brushed her long brunette hair out of her face. Frank's grip on Mia's sides tensed. His fingers pressed into hw. Rousing from sleep, Chyler's equally stunning body rolled out of the sleeping bag and stretched out her arms and legs. She yawne and brushed her long brunette hair out of her face. Frank's grip on Mia's sides tensed. His fingers pressed into hw. Rousing from sleep, Chyler's equally stunning body rolled out of the sleeping bag and stretched out her arms and legs. She yawneand brushed her long brunette hair out of her face. Frank's grip on Mia's sides tensed. His fingers pressed into hw. Rousing from sleep, Chyler's equally stunning body rolled out of the sleeping bag and stretched out her arms and legs. She yawneer head back to the door. Her long brown hair whipped around her shoulders and her suddenly frightened eyes locked on her friend Mia and her father in the doorway. She also just noticed the floor beneath her was not entirely stable. In a blink of an eye, Chyler was utterly awake and scared to death.

"Oh fuck me!" Chyler shouted at the predicament.

Frank squeezed Mia's sides again and dug his tented jeans into his daughters behind at Chyler's loud and sudden statement.

Chyler stood up and started running towards Mia and Frank. Her attire was no better than Mia's when it came to content. Her long tanned legs were bare. She wore white boxer briefs that wrapped deliciously around her upper thighs. Her stomach was also bare all the way up to the bottom of her handful-sized tits. She wore a see-through white tank top that was cut just below her firm mounds. They jiggled slightly as she ran smack dab into Mia. She wrapped her arms around both Mia and Frank and pulled herself into them, inadvertently pressing Mia's ass and Frank's jeans together. Chyler's head went over Mia's shoulder and she cried out into Frank's shoulder. Frank's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the sensations from Mia's ass and Chyler's hands pulling on his back. Her fingernails digging through his tee shirt.

Chyler was crying, "Oh God, oh God, we're gonna die..."

Mia was balling through her chattering teeth. She was moaning and whining incoherently, not able to say anything.

Frank's hands slipped from Mia's sides onto Chyler. He gripped the sides of her stomach the same as he did to Mia. He jolted slightly as the cold of her skin shot through his palms and into his nervous system.

Chyler's tear streaked face looked up at Frank, "I don't wanna die Mr. Pearce!"

"I know," Frank said reassuringly. "Let’s get out of the house--quick!"

Arguing with his own head, Frank let go of Chyler's tight belly and slipped his hands across Mia's and down to his sides. He tore himself away from his position behind his daughter and pulled the girls arms down the hallway. When he got to the first flight of stairs, he forced Chyler to take the lead. She started down in front of him and Frank lightly patted her on her bottom to let her know he was right behind her. Then he looked back up to Mia.

Mia just stood there helplessly. Her arms down at her sides and eyes in a trance due to the fright she was experiencing.

"Mia, come on!" Frank shouted. The pictures on the walls began falling off crashing to the ground. The pictures on the staircase crashed sending shards of glass all over the carpet.

Frank tugged on Mia's arm, but she just stood there.

"Mia!"

Mia tugged back then pointed to her feet.

"Daddy, the glass! I'm barefoot. I'll cut myself!" She pleaded as tears dripped from her cheeks onto her pink baby-tee. The moisture matted her shirt to her skin.

Frank didn't want his daughter's feet to get cut to shreds, so he did the first thing he could think of. He was a few steps down, while Mia was on the top step. He turned to face her. He placed her arms around his shoulders and she leaned over placing her head over his shoulder. He reached behind her, running his hands up along her fishnet legs. Gripping the back of her thighs he lifted Mia up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his torso. Quickly he turned and bounded down the stairs, his hands clasped to each cheek of her spread and clenching ass. He turned to the second flight of stairs. Chyler was at the bottom looking up with a look of terror on her face.

Frank bounded down to the scantily clad brunette teen.

"What is it Chyler?!"

She pointed to the doorway to which Frank had kicked in the door. A portion of the ceiling had caved in over it, blocking the entrance. There was no way any of them were going to make it out that way.

Suddenly the floor shook again.

"Ekkk!" Chyler squeaked stumbled forward into a wall. Frank also lost balance. He squeezed harder on Mia's bottom and tried desperately to regain his footing. Mia's grip on her Dad's shoulders tightened and she bit into his shoulder.

"Ahh!" Frank shouted at the sudden bite from his daughter. He then fell forward into the wall next to Chyler, pressing Mia into it. His knees were slightly bent, so he pressed upwards with his legs. This action put pressure on his erection as it moved up into Mia's panty clad pussy. She quivered in his arms as his groin shoved her up along the wall. The movement caused her bare skin to squeak against the paint on the wall.

Frank's head was reeling with all sorts of emotions. Fright, worry, and utter pleasure as he felt Mia's small tits rub into his chest. And also a little bit of guilt for enjoying it so much. He breathed heavy into Mia's neck as the earthquake kept up its constant tremors. He looked over to the side to see Chyler leaned back against the wall next to them. Her eyes were closed and she too was breathing heavily. Her chest heaved up and down exceedingly faster by the second. One of her hands on her belly and the other on her sternum, possibly for yoga-type help.

Chyler whispered to herself, "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die..."

Frank's hands were massaging Mia's cheeks with each breath from Chyler's lips as he watched her tits move up and down, up and down. He watched her transfixed with urges cascading through his body, like a man possessed. Suddenly he saw something in the corner of his eye. The basement door.

"Chyler, follow me!" Frank yelled to the girl and turned from the wall and carried Mia to the basement stairs. He released one of Mia's ass cheeks, swung the door open, and returned his hand to her firm body.

Chyler followed urgently.

Mia snapped her head up when she saw where they were going, "Wait! Daddy! We can't go into the basement! We need to get out into the open!"

Frank ran a hand up her back; up the back of her cut pink baby-tee and rested it there between her shoulder blades. The warmth from her skin radiated down his forearm, up through his shoulder, and down to his erection.

Mia leaned back against her Dad's hand like the back of a chair and looked into his eyes.

Frank looked at her, "It's okay! The basement's a bomb shelter remember? We can't get out! The best chance we got to survive this is if we go down there! It should stay standing no matter what happens!"

Mia said, "But there's no windows!"

Frank said, "There's food, water, and a bathroom!" We should be okay!"

Without arguing any further, Frank returned his hand back to her ass and bounded down the stairs with Chyler close behind. Just as they made it down to the bottom, the house above them made an awful noise. The sound of wood and plaster breaking apart. The sound of furniture being crushed underneath support beams.

Frank carried his daughter to the corner of the room and sat back against the wall with Mia still in his lap. The door to the basement suddenly filled in with ceiling and walls, dust and mortar filled the opening and it suddenly became dark in the basement. Frank reached for a box next to him and pulled out his shelter kit. He turned on the flashlight and pointed it at the basement doorway. Pieces of ceiling were sliding down the stairs.

He felt something touching his arm and he directed the flashlight to his left. The smoothest, tannest teenage leg came into view only three inches from his eyes. It was Chyler standing up against the wall beside him. His eyes traveled up her thigh, to the boxer briefs, up along the side of her well-defined abs, up her white tank and to her closed eyes. She was still whispering and panting to herself.

Frank released a hand from Mia and gently slid it up the back of Chyler's bare thigh, over her ass, and up to the small of her back. There he left it there until she finally opened her teary eyes and looked down at him.

"Oh God, Mr. Pearce...I don't wanna die..." Chyler trailed off.

Frank rubbed her sweaty back in little circles and shook his head. He looked deep into her large brown eyes and said, "You're gonna be okay. Just sit down beside me. You'll be okay Chyler."

Chyler's legs began to buckle. Her tears were still coming in streams.

"I want my Daddy..." Chyler sobbed down at Frank.

Frank's groin swelled again at the sound of Chyler saying Daddy. His erection swelled up in between Mia's legs, her head buried in her Dad's neck and her knees on either side of her Dad's thighs. Frank's hands were in the most ideal of places. His right hand clasped and massaged his steaming daughter's butt cheek, and his left hand rubbed and massaged the small of Chyler's smoldering back.

Frank stared up at Chyler intently, "Come here."

Her legs finally gave way and Chyler slid against the wall, down next to Frank. His hand following all the way down. He pulled Mia's ass to the right so she only straddled one of his legs. Chyler mirrored her friend and straddled Frank's other leg and scooted up into him. She buried her face into the other side of Frank's neck.

The earthquake trembling was calming down now. It was slight tremor now and the basement was holding underneath the rest of the house that had collapsed on top of them. 

As the tremor slowed, Frank slid his left hand down Chyler's sweaty back onto her ass and squeezed her the same as he squeezed Mia. His breaths were staggered as he pulled the two delicious teenage girls into his body. His fingers gripped and squeezed their round asses tightly as their sobbing continued into his neck. Their hands rested against his chest and their knees squeezed his thighs firmly.

"Oooohhhh..." Frank let out as he leaned his head back against the concrete wall of the basement. He felt his cock straining against the confines of jeans as his daughter and her friend's knees occasionally knocked into it.

Soon the tremors had ceased and Frank found that the two girls had fallen asleep in this position, having cried themselves to sleep in his arms. He would've fallen asleep too, but the feeling of these two teenage bombshells' asses in the palms of his hands was driving him insane. Sleep would not come easily, especially when he let his hands roam around their bodies. He couldn't help it. He had to do it. His impulses were getting way too intense to control.

Frank awoke some hours later. He supposed he was more tired than he originally thought, he didn’t remember falling asleep. His eyes opened slowly he glanced around the basement, making a mental checklist of what was there. First thing he noticed was the fact that there was a dim light illuminating the room. Looking up the stairs he saw cracks of daylight shooting through the ruble. He also assessed that there was no way they’d be going out through that way until someone dug them out. Against the wall were boxes of nonperishable foods that he had stored down here several months ago. After the terrorist attacks, he got caught up in the war propaganda and got a little paranoid. It was a good thing he did. There were also twenty gallons of water. He stored a battery-powered radio, five flashlights, candles, and a cell phone. Also there was a tiny bathroom, with only a toilet and a small sink. He doubted that it worked after the earthquake.

“Hmmmm…” Chyler moaned in her sleep. This jolted Frank when he suddenly remembered who was with him. After all three of them had fallen asleep, they had shifted into different positions on the floor. His heart started beating at a furious pace when he realized his position. Chyler was lying on her side facing away from him, and he was spooned right up behind her. Her boxer brief covered butt was snuggled right up against his stirring groin. Frank gulped hard when he realized his free arm was draped over her, his open palm resting on her warm belly. 

Frank felt something on his leg. Turning his head he saw that his baby girl, Mia, was spooned up against him, her leg up on top of his thigh. This was what she used to do when she slept in her parents bed when she was a kid. The only difference now was Frank was having lustful feelings for her.

Mia hummed in her sleep as she moved slightly, her leg rubbed up thigh and rested on his hip. Frank felt her face bury itself in his back. 

‘Holy shit!’ Frank thought. Here he was, the center of a high school girl sandwich. And the two slices of white bread were his daughter and her best friend. The thought made him salivate. He was hungry now, but not for food. His cock started to swell and it pressed through his jeans into Chyler’s behind.

“Hmmmm…” Chyler moaned softly. Frank’s hand tensed and applied pressure to her soft belly. As gently as he could he pulled her body into his, wincing as her ass pushed against his straining zipper. His hand started to explore her skin, making circles on her stomach, moving up to the bottom of her tits, then sliding down to elastic waist of her boxer briefs.

‘Oh shit…what am I doing?’ Frank thought as his fingers trembled at the waist of her underwear. ‘I should be trying to get us out of here.’ But his urge was winning the debate against his brain. Carefully, his fingers slipped under the waist and moved down between Chyler’s legs. Without thinking about it, his pelvis began to dry hump the girl’s tight little ass. Pushing into her with slow and soft strokes. His jeans hurt the head of his cock as it tried desperately to break free. His fingers pushed down into her skin like molding clay. The sensations of dry humping young Chyler and feeling down the trail to her hole was causing Frank to become light headed. He continued regardless.

His fingers were meticulous. As they rubbed down, Frank expected to encounter her pubic hair, but was pleasantly shocked when suddenly his fingers encountered the smooth lips of her pussy. Frank exhaled deeply. Her tiny lips were as smooth as silk. ‘Oh God, her pussy feels tiny.’ As he thought this he ran a finger from the bottom of her lips up to the top, putting a little pressure so he finger dragged slightly between her lips.

Chyler moaned again silently and Frank froze. After about thirty seconds of staying completely still, Frank was certain she was still out. So he used his whole hand and slowly started to rub the outside of her pussy. He didn’t want to wake her, so he took his time. He took great effort not too be rough in his rubbing, because if Chyler woke to find what he was doing to her…Frank didn’t even want to think about the consequences. He was surprised at himself for doing this anyhow. God knows how Chyler would react. He knew one thing for certain. He wanted this experience to last as long as possible. Who knows how many opportunities like this would come along in his life? Probably none.

As his groin continued it’s slow and deliberate humping of little Chyler’s ass, Frank suddenly noticed that Mia’s leg was rubbing in rhythm with him. He turned his head back slightly. ‘No, still asleep.’ Mia’s head was still shoved into her Dad’s back, but her leg seemed to have a mind of it’s own. The white see-through stocking was sliding up and down Frank’s thigh with each hump of his hips.




Primal Urges Erupt



This gave Frank an idea. An extremely devious idea. ‘I can’t do this,’ thought Frank. He looked to the ceiling, fighting a losing battle with sexual urges that were obviously taking over. ‘Oh man, I’ve already gone this far…why not?’ While he was already losing control, he decided to go ahead and raise the bar a little.

Reluctantly, Frank slid his hand from Chyler’s briefs. Reaching back slightly, he lightly grabbed hold of the back of Mia’s thigh. At the contact of her small body, he closed his eyes and held her leg for what seemed like several minutes. Squeezing it, rubbing his hand down into the bend of her knee, then back up to caress her ass cheek. Finally when he had his fill of her ass, he pulled her leg completely over himself. Mia’s heel rested on his zipper and her toes pointed at Chyler’s ass. He then lifted Chyler’s legs and pulled her back slightly. This caused Mia’s toes to rest against Chyler’s pussy. Once he had his daughter’s foot in position he reached over Chyler to rub her stomach. Frank proceeded to pull Chyler’s ass against him, dry humping her again, resulting in Mia’s foot rubbing Frank’s erection and Chyler’s pussy simultaneously. 

The stimulation was hurting him so good. Frank clenched his teeth as he felt Mia’s foot begin again to move in rhythm to his humping. He wanted this to last forever. His cock was aching now, desperately trying to stretch out to its full length. His baby daughter’s foot was sliding up and down the length of his cock through his pants. Frank felt he could die a happy man right now. His fingers rubbed and circled Chyler’s belly like he was kneading dough. Then he reached back for Mia’s thigh, again squeezed it as her leg movements increased on his throbbing shaft. Frank breathed heavily as he felt Mia’s thigh muscles flex through the white stockings.

“Uhhhh…” Chyler groaned deeply as Mia’s toes dug into her pussy, restrained be the white boxer briefs. Her groan encouraged Frank to hump a little faster. He looked down at her face. Her eyebrows were slanted downwards in a confused expression. The rapid eye movement showed that Chyler was having a dream and experiencing sensations that obviously didn’t coincide. She groaned again and her lips parted slightly as her breathing intensified.

Back and forth, his hand moved from his daughter’s thigh to Chyler’s belly. He was like a kid in a toy store and he couldn’t decide which toy he wanted to play with. So he took turns playing with both of them. His hand slipped back into Chyler’s underwear and rubbed her smooth pussy lips, all the while Mia’s toes pushing his fingers away. Then he’d reach back for his baby girl, squeezing her firm thigh like a stress ball. His hand roaming up between Mia’s legs and rubbing the outside of her pink panties.

‘Oh shit…oh fuck…’ Frank’s teeth were clenched as he continued to dry hump Chyler with careful precision. Soon his hand routine was five-second intervals of rubbing Chyler’s bare pussy, then rubbing between Mia’s legs. Back and forth his hips went. His cock felt like exploding any second. Soft moans from both girls fueled his passion as every second this session trekked along.

All of a sudden, Mia sneezed, “Ah-choo!” It was a high pitched squeak of a sneeze that is usually associated with very pretty girls. Needless to say, it scared the hell out of Frank. Quietly and with quick little movements, Frank moved Mia’s leg off of him, stood up and walked away from the two high school girls.

He whispered curses to himself, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” His head was pounding and he held his temples. He walked to the opposite wall and leaned his head against it. He winced when his tented jeans bumped the wall. “Ouch!” He backed up and turned around to the girls.

Frank couldn’t believe it. They were both still asleep. Walking over to them he looked down at the scene before him. When he had stood up, Chyler had laid on her back and Mia on her stomach. His heart was knocking against his ribcage when he realized that he wasn’t exposed for the pervert that he was. The girls didn’t know a thing about what happened. He just stood there, his erection still straining against his jeans, staring down at Mia’s lovely ass and the pink panties that covered it. He looked over at Chyler. There between her legs was a small moist spot.

Frank felt faint. He became weak in the knees and decided for his own good to look away from the sleeping beauties. As he turned, he noticed the radio against the wall. Quickly, he kneeled down and started fiddling with the knobs. It crackled and hissed, then the voice of a news anchor filled the small basement.

“-the devastation is tremendous. Entire neighborhoods have been reduced to ruble. Historians are calling it the worst earthquake in California history. We are broadcasting from another building due to our home station building collapsing. Many people are either dead or missing, the numbers are still coming in. We’re not all that certain as to the extent of the damage. The mayor is calling this a national emergency and is urging people to stay in their homes until further notice…”

Frank thought himself, ‘no problem.’ He set sat down against the wall and leaned his head back. It seemed they were going to be stuck down here for a while. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it. It’s only been one day and he’s already about lost his mind. With two scantily clad teenage vixens to keep him company, Frank thought about how they’d find him when they finally did dig them up. What condition would his brain be in by the time they uncovered the remains of his house? ‘Damn house,’ he thought, ‘I was just about finished painting it.’

The news anchor continued, “-all schools will be closed on Monday and possibly Tuesday. Please report any missing persons to the proper authorities. Call this number…”

Frank suddenly remembered the cell phone. Quickly he reached over for the box marked ‘survival kit’. Flipped open the lid and found the cell phone. He pulled the antenna out and hit the on button. He placed it to his ear and heard…nothing. Then he looked at the face. It read, ‘no signal.’

“Fuck!” Frank’s head fell back against the wall. He closed his eyes and the hand holding the phone thumped to the ground.

“Daddy?”

Frank snapped his head in the direction of the voice. Mia was sitting Indian style next to the still sleeping Chyler. Her hands were in her lap and she sat there looking like a lost child. Her eyes still a little red from the crying she did earlier.

“Mia.” Frank said softly. His eyes were darting back and forth between her wide blue eyes and her small, sexy body. He was doing his best to act natural for his daughter, though he wasn’t sure he was doing such a good job.

“Are we trapped?” Mia asked as if she already knew the answer to that question.

“I’m afraid so baby.” He said with a fatherly comfort.

Mia looked around the small concrete room. She looked at the stairway and the debris that filled it. She looked at the boxes marked, ‘food.’ She looked down at Chyler. Then she looked back at Frank.

“Daddy?”

Frank said, “Yes?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Why is that?”

Softly, she said, “I have to pee.”

Frank hesitated as his heart dropped into his stomach. He just stared at her vulnerable body sitting there like a helpless doll. His groin became to stir as it had earlier.

“Well,” he started, “I haven’t checked the bathroom yet. I’m not sure if it’s going to work or not. But…I guess you can try it.”

As she started standing, Frank got a quick view down the front of her pink baby-tee. Her small cleavage was barely visible, but it was enough by Frank’s judgement.

She walked by him towards the bathroom and said, “I don’t know why I have to pee so bad. I didn’t have anything to drink. In fact, I’m thirsty right now.”

Frank’s cock was burning with desire as he watched Mia’s ass walk by in those white stockings and pink panties. As for what she said. She probably had to pee because of the stimulation he was applying to her pussy when she was asleep. His head was spinning out of control. The urges to ravish this girl were getting beyond comprehension.

Mia was almost to the bathroom. She reached the door and barely touched it when she suddenly felt strong hands clasp the sides of the hips.

“Huh?” Mia stated, the bathroom door swinging up. She turned her head back and saw it was her Dad that had grabbed her by the waist. “Daddy? What are you doing?”

Frank didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer. His hearing was impaired by the ultimate desire before him. As he did before, his hands squeezed the sides of her waist and began moving around her front. He caressed her warm belly with his strong hands and pulled her body into his.

“Ahhh!” Mia exclaimed when she felt for the first time, her Dad’s tented jeans press into her ass. Her hands went up to the doorframe to keep balance. She started to become worried when her Dad didn’t answer her. Goosebumps tingled up her arms as her Dad’s hands slid up and down her stomach and then around to her back. His fingernails started to dig into her back, running up under her pink baby-tee, then back down to her ass.

“Daddy! Stop---please!”

But he didn’t listen. He reached around her front and slid his hands up the front of her torn shirt and cupped her pointy tits.

“Ahh! Daddy! Please!” Mia cried.

Frank opened his palms over her tits and allowed her hardened nipples to slip between his fingers. Once they did, he closed his fingers on them, pinching them.

Mia squeaked loudly as her nipples stung between her Dad’s fingers. She twisted her head from one side to the other trying to look her Dad in the eyes, but the stinging from her nipples made it difficult for her to focus her eyes.

Frank pulled back on Mia’s chest and pressed his body hard into hers. His groin pushed into her bottom and her head fell back against his chest. He squeezed her tits with unrelenting pressure and stood up straight, which in effect lifting Mia into the air. Frank leaned backwards with her small body dangling in front of him. Mia’s feet hung a foot from the ground. Her ass resting on her Dad’s straining cock.

This painful pleasure enraged Frank to the point of moaning.

“Oooohh God! MIA!” He moaned as her body hung down on his raging erection.

“Daddy! That’s hurts!” Mia yelled as her Dad’s tented jeans pushed into her panties.

“What hurts baby?” Frank asked with a hint of fatherly concern.

Mia winced, “It hurts! My butt! It hurts my butt Daddy!”

“Oh god Mia!”

Frank walked with his daughter into the bathroom and kicked the door shut behind him. Amazingly, the light worked. He put Mia back on her feet in front of the sink and pushed her forward a little bit. She put her hands up to the mirror and looked back at her Dad in horror.

Frank’s hand was running through her long dark hair and rubbed his jeans into her ass some more. His eyes couldn’t remain still. They were all over the place, like a man who had just snapped. He was eyeing every part of her body. He wanted to devour it all right then and there. His hands wrapped around her front and ripped the pink shirt up the middle.

“Uhhh!”

The pink baby-tee was now a pink vest that hung over her shoulders. Frank began kneading them again and pinching her nipples every so often. All the while dry humping her ass like a madman.

“Daddy! That hurts my butt! Please stop!” Tears were running down her cheeks as her Dad mauled her.

“What hurts Mia?” Frank asked breathlessly.

“My butt Daddy!”

He asked again, “What hurts baby-girl?”

“My butt! It hurts so bad!”

“Oh God Mia, say it again!”

“You’re hurting my butt Daddy!” She said pleadingly, not realizing that her words were fueling his urges.

In one quick motion, Frank grabbed the waist of her panties and yanked them to her ankles. The see-through stockings still covered her bum and Frank delighted himself in dry humping at those too.

“Ahh! Ahh! Daddy!”

“Is that better Mia baby?”

“No! Ahh! No!”

“What hurts Mia! Tell Daddy what hurts!”

Mia was balling now, “My butt Daddy! Oh God, you’re hurting my butt!”

“Oh Mia! Oh baby girl!” Frank stopped dry humping her. He bent over and grabbed one of Mia’s ankles. He pulled up on her leg so hard that her panties ripped. He placed her foot up into the sink. She now stood on one foot. Frank reached in front of her and opened the mirror. 

Mia’s mouth dropped open when she saw her Dad pull out a jar of Vaseline.

“No Daddy---please don’t…” Mia softly asked her lust crazed Dad.

Frank put his fingers in elastic of her stockings and yanked them off her ass in one quick motion. Seeing how one of her legs was up in the sink, the stockings couldn’t be pulled down, but that didn’t matter to Frank. Her small round ass was now in plain sight and that was all that mattered. 

“Daddy what are you doing?”

Frank put the jar to his mouth and popped the lid off with his teeth. He scooped his fingers into the Vaseline and quickly dropped the jar to the ground. Then he opened up her small ass cheeks with one hand and stared at her pink puckered hole.

“What hurts baby?” Frank asked his daughter with an edge in his voice.

Mia stared forward and cried into the mirror, “No Daddy don’t! My butt hurts too much!”

“Oh Mia! That’s it!”

With that, he applied the Vaseline to her tiny asshole. His fingers rubbed it all around the small opening. Her ass quivered at the touch of his cold, oily fingers.

Frank fumbled with his zipper and finally released the engorged monster that had been begging to get out since he first saw Mia after the earthquake started. It sprung out and pointed to the sky like a rocket ready for take-off. His hands took both of her ass cheeks and massaged them roughly. Her heard her whimpering and squeezed her cheeks harder.

Mia was panicked. She couldn’t believe her Dad was going to do this to her. She thought hard and fast, trying to think of anything that could help her out of this situation. She awkwardly turned her head back to her Dad. Her long black hair flipping around her shoulders.

“Please Daddy…I…I…”

“Does it still hurt baby?”

“Please…I have to…pee.”

“Ooohhh Mia…”

It was the last straw. He pushed forward and the head of his rock hard cock touched Mia’s oily asshole. The touch was electrifying and his fingernails dug into her flesh.

Mia bit her lower lip and flinched as the head of her Dad’s cock crowned her asshole. She’d never had a cock in her ass before and was shocked to feel one.

Slowly but surely, Frank eased his cock inch by glorious inch up into the depths of his little girl.

Mia let out a long whine that sounded like a balloon opening being stretched and the air comes squealing out. She felt her Daddy’s erect penis fill her bottom. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before.

Frank was still pushing into her, loving every second as his foreskin was pushed down his length as it slowly slid up her ass. He grunted and heaved, determined to get as much of himself up her ass as she could take.

“Daddy it hurts! Hurts so bad! Daddy!”

With Mia’s words of encouragement, Frank began to fuck her ass with as much force as he could muster. He pulled out as far as the head (Mia was hoping he was stopping, but was sorely mistaken) then pushed back into her forcefully.

Mia grunted as her Daddy got a rhythm going. It wasn’t a fast rhythm, seeing how her asshole was so tight, but it was enough to send shivers up her spine. She let out moans as his cock sunk in to the hilt and cried when he teased her by pulling out only to shove it back in. 

“Daddy please! I have to pee!”

“Uhhhhh!” He shoved in extremely hard.

Frank was fucking Mia’s tiny hole with reckless abandon. Her leg was cramping from being up in this position, so she pulled herself up and put her other leg in the sink. Unfortunately for Mia, this put her in a Froggy like position that only benefited Frank’s pleasure.

“Oh that’s it baby,” he said and pounded into her ass quicker and harsher.

When she realized what she’d done she freaked out. She leaned back against her Daddy and reached her hands back over her head and grabbed hold of his shoulders.

“That’s it Mia! Get into it!” Frank said and was able to stand up straighter and thrust up into her ass, shoving her tits into the mirror.

She was helpless. The pounding of her ass was overwhelming. She clawed at her Daddy’s shoulders hoping he would stop, but this only encouraged him further.

“Daddy! OH fuck Daddy! Stop please!”

“Oh Mia!”

“This hurts so bad!” Mia cried into the mirror. She felt strange looking at herself in the mirror being fucked in the ass by her Dad.

As Mia’s ass reaming continued, the bathroom door slowly creaked open. Standing outside the doorway with her eyes wide open and her mouth agape was Chyler. She stood there in shock watching Mr. Pearce penetrate his daughter’s asshole with his enormous cock. She was stunned to see her best friend squatting in the small bathroom sink, her panties and tee shirt ripped and ass pointed towards the cock that fucked it. 

“Oh my God.” Chyler said to herself. The scene before her scared her, but for some unknown reason, excited her at the same time. Like something out of a dream, she felt a strange tingling sensation between her legs. She watched in awe struck confusion and felt her nipples become erect. She couldn’t explain what was happening to her. Without realizing what she was doing, her hand reached down and touched her pussy through her briefs. That’s when she felt the wet spot.

Frank reached around the front of his daughter and placed his fingers underneath the hem of the stockings, rubbing the smooth lips of her pussy. This caused Mia to squeak loudly. Her roaming hands tensed and scratched at her Daddy’s neck and shoulders. She sobbed as his finger slipped inside.

“Oh fuck Mia, you shaved!” Frank stated as the build up in his balls increased.

“Uhhhh…Daddy it hurts…Ohhhh God…” Mia cried in breathless cries.

“Here it comes baby!”

With that, Frank’s cock exploded. With one hand on her pussy and another reached around clutching a tit, Frank pulled his little girl’s body into his, cock buried to the hilt of her tiny asshole. Stream after stream of incestuous cum fired up her ass like a fire hose. Frank grunted and groaned his pleasure as his body rocked against her sweaty body, the remnants of his orgasm shooting its last couple of drops up her bum.

Eyes and teeth clenched, Mia moaned. Her head slumped forward as her Daddy’s thrusting slowed and finally ceased. He still pulled their two bodies together, but now his head fell on it’s side and rested on her sweat soaked baby-tee. 

Chyler took a step back as Mr. Pearce’s face turned towards her. She timidly met his eyes, then looked to the floor. She fidgeted uncomfortably in place, not sure of where to look or what to do.

Frank’s cock slowly slid from the tight hole of his daughter’s ass. The effects of the orgasm still were stimulating him. He winced as his foreskin pulled against her little ring. Mia took a deep intake of breath as her void was made vacant. Her hands left her father’s shoulders and fell forward against the mirror. Frank slowly backed away from his squatting daughter and stood facing Chyler in the doorway.

Chyler’s gaze fell down between his legs. She was shocked. His large shaft still stuck out straight as and arrow and as hard as steel. It pointed in her direction. The girl’s nervous eyes traveled up his torso and stopped on his face. She squinted at his eyes trying to read what he was thinking. 

Frank breathed hard looking at the young teenager. He didn’t understand the power that built up inside of him, but there was a fire started and he knew there was only one way to put it out.

Chyler took another step backwards. Then another. Her eyes started darting around the room looking for…something. Anything that would help her. She didn’t know what she was looking for. All she knew was that Mr. Pearce’s eyes were not natural right now. Lust had taken control of him and she knew it by the way he was eyeing her body.




Primal Urges Erupt



Frank slowly took a step forward. Then another.

“Where are you going Chyler?” Frank asked.

A lump formed in her throat, “I…I…Mr. Pearce…I…”

In the corner of her eye, Chyler spotted the cell phone lying on the ground. Immediately she ran for it and picked it up. As quickly as she could, she dialed the only number she could think of. Her home number.

Frank took another step forward. He watched as the desperate girl punched numbers into his phone, but was not worried considering he didn’t get a signal earlier.

Chyler put the phone up to her ear and waited.

Frank’s breathing was becoming heavy again as the stirring in his groin became unbearable.

Chyler stared back at the man and waited with the phone. Silence.

Frank inched forward.

Mia looked up from her squatting position in the sink. Her eyes gazed through the sweaty locks of black hair that hung down in her face. She was too exhausted to move. Her small body slumped in the sink and she regretfully watched silently as her Daddy walked toward her best friend.

Ring.

The sound of the cell phone ringing in Chyler’s ear echoed throughout the basement. Frank’s head snapped up and he picked up the pace. He quickly walked over to her.

Chyler backed all the way to the wall, firmly holding the cell phone to her ear. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Mr. Pearce approached her.

Frank’s hands went straight under her cut tank top and covered her small titties. His body pressed up against hers, his exposed cock poked and slid against the skin of her stomach. He pinched and rolled her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He looked to the ceiling and groaned.

“Mr. Pearce…uhhh…” Chyler grunted as he thrust his rod against her belly. Her body was shoved into the wall with each thrust. Still she held the phone to her ear listening to it ring.

Frank leaned his face down to hers and placed his lips over hers. Chyler pressed her lips together as her best friend’s Dad began to kiss her. Frank pulled on her nipples, causing her to yell in surprise.

“Ahhh!”

And as her lips opened, Frank’s tongue slid into her mouth. He breathed deeply through his nose as mouth devoured hers. Their tongues danced together. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and inserted his. Chyler was helpless. She started to kiss him back. They heatedly made out for several seconds as the phone rang monotonously in her ear.

A man’s voice answered the phone, “Hello?”

Chyler broke the kiss and started yelling, “Daddy! Daddy! Oh God help me!”

Frank’s eyes rolled back into his head when he heard Chyler shout Daddy. His hands slipped from her tits and went around behind her. He slid down the back of her briefs and covered her small ass in his hands. He pulled her forward again and again, his slippery cock from Mia’s juices fucking up and down Chyler’s firm stomach.

On the other end of the phone, Chyler’s Dad said, “Chyler? Are you okay?”

Chyler began crying for her Daddy, “Daddy…oh God please…he’s touching me Daddy…”

Her Dad, John, listened to her cries with concern. His voice firmed, “Is someone hurting you?”

“Yes…his penis is on my bel-“ Chyler started to say but was cut off when Frank again covered her mouth with his. Again then passionately sucked each others mouths together for several seconds. Heavy breathing and humming escaped Chyler’s mouth and nose.

On the other end, the static sounds of his daughter’s humming filled John’s ear.

The kiss broke again and Chyler picked up where she left off, “Belly! Oh God! His penis is on my belly, Daddy!”

Chyler’s Dad said angrily, “What’s he doing to you baby?!”

Chyler said, “He’s…umm…kissing me…” Being thrust against the wall staggered her speech, “he’s groping me.”

“Where is he groping you?”

“Umm…my…my…bottom Daddy.”

On the other end, John’s heart dropped into his feet with a thud. A new feeling started to over take him. As he listened to the tearful and sobbing pleading of his little daughter, something deep inside him was beginning to awaken.

“That bastard!” John yelled, “Where are you?!”

“I’m…ummm…” Again she was interrupted by Frank’s mouth. She kissed him back with as much energy as she could muster. “I’m…at…”

Frank got down on his knees in front of young Chyler and yanked her briefs down to her ankles.

“Oh no Daddy! He took off my undies!” Chyler shouted into the phone.

John’s eyes closed. He wanted to help his daughter, but he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to protect her. As any father would want to protect his child. But this unique situation was having an odd effect on him. John was not blind to his daughter’s beauty. He has seen enough of her over the years to know that she would undoubtedly be a real firecracker in bed one day. On more than one occasion, John has caught himself looking at her body in more than a fatherly way. Especially that perfect ass of hers. Anytime she would sit on his lap, John’s cock would swell against his pants. He loved it when she did that, unknowing to the effect she had on him.

John hesitated, then asked, “What’s he doing now, Chyler?”

Chyler’s sobs were inter-cut with sniffles and hiccups, “He’s putting my leg over his shoulder. Oh Daddy, please help me!”

Frank ran his hands up and down the tan thighs of the young girl and leaned his face in between her legs. He sniffed the lovely fragrance of her sex saw the moisture that gleamed on her pussy lips. Immediately he extended the tip of his tongue and took the first taste.

“OH NO! He’s licking me Daddy! He’s licking my…my…”

John was on the edge of his seat. He had already unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His hand was inside his boxers and massaging his hardening cock.

“What’s he licking honey?” John asked with the concerned voice of a father.

“My pussy Daddy!” Chyler yelled loudly as Frank’s tongue darted out at a furious pace. Flicking her clit like a baseball card on the spokes of a bicycle.

John pushed his boxers down around his legs and slowly began to stroke himself, listening to the breathless voice of his daughter on the other end.

John said, “Oh baby…that’s awful. What’s he doing now?”

“His tongue is…inside me now…Ohhh! Uhhh!”

“Keep talking to me Chyler! Tell me what you’re going through!” John’s tone was increasingly forceful. Each sentence bolder with every stroke of his long cock.

Chyler’s hands her running through the hair of her best friend’s Dad. She shivered as each flick of her clit rocked her body into ecstasy.

“He put both legs over his shoulders now Daddy! Uhhh!”

John was jacking himself harder now. Every time he heard his little girl gasp, fueled his desire to cum. And he could already tell this would be the best jerking off session he’s ever had.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there to…help you.” John said softly into the phone.

“Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy! My pussy…Uhhh!” Chyler yelled into the phone.

Frank was going to town. His tongue licking up and down her slit as if it were a lollipop. She tasted so good that Frank thought he could do this forever. Against her own will, the girl was wet as could be. Frank was harder than ever.

John asked, “What’s he doing now baby?”

“He’s…putting my legs down,” Then she paused. All John could hear was her breathing. Finally she said, “Oh no…please don’t Mr. Pearce.”

John was shocked to hear that it was Frank Pearce who was assaulting his daughter. His daughter’s best friend’s Dad. He was the one who tasted his little girl’s sweet nectar. Now he had two reasons to hate the man. Because he was forcing his daughter into sex, and that he, himself, wasn’t there to indulge. Regardless, John stroked his meat with every breath his daughter exhaled.

Frank lifted John’s daughter off the ground by reaching under her ass. He positioned her pussy above his raging cock. And lowered her down. He would’ve like to have dropped her down in one quick motion, but the tightness of her pussy was too great. He had to push down on her thighs and press up with his hips to force his shaft up inside of her.

Chyler gasped and squealed loudly as the large pole pushed into her small opening and slowly inched its way inside of her. Her eyes stared straight into the face of the man violating her and whimpered like a cat in heat.

Frank sighed as his cock sunk all the way into Chyler’s pussy. Her lips wrapped around him like the tightest glove you could possibly imagine. He called her name several times.

“Chyler! Fuck Chyler! Oh fuck you’re so fucking tight!”

John squeezed harder on his cock and beat it quicker as he listened to the man voice his pleasure of entering his little girl.

“Daddy! Ohhhh Daddy! He’s soooo big inside me! It hurts!” Chyler shouted as Frank began to piston her up against the wall.

“OH! OH! UH! UH!”

Chyler was bounced repeatedly up and down on Frank’s impaling cock. Her cheeks were flushed red due to the embarrassment that came from knowing her juices were lubricating Mr. Pearce’s stiff penis.

John closed his eyes and proceeded to jack himself at a ridiculous pace. The stimulation of hearing his baby girl being royally fucked was causing him to lose control.

John said, “I’m right here Chyler. Uh! I’m right here.” His orgasm was only seconds away.

Chyler’s tears were soaking her torn tank top. Her nipples were clearly visible through the white material.

“UH! He’s fucking so hard Daddy! Oh God! Please Daddy! UH!”

That was all John could take, “Chyler!! Uh…UHHHhhhhh!!” John’s massive orgasm exploded all over his shirt. Some of his cum landed on his shoulder. “Uhhhhh…Daddy’s right here!”

As Chyler’s body was thrust up against the wall, she listened to the unmistakable sounds of her Dad cumming. Over the phone she heard his grunting and heavy breathing, at the same time Frank was squeezing the hot cheeks of her ass. Chyler’s emotions were in turmoil. Her pussy was being stretched to the limit by her best friend’s Dad, and when she expressed to her own Dad her pain and suffering, the sick fuck was getting off on it. She couldn’t believe it. In between moans and gasps for air, her face frowning contempt for her Dad.

“UH! OH!” Chyler dropped the phone to the ground. Her arms dropped to her sides and she leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. All her resisting ceased and she squeezed her pussy muscles around Frank’s shaft.

“AH! MR. PEARCE! OH FUCK ME!”

Frank felt his orgasm building. He leaned over and extended his tongue. He licked Chyler from the nape in her neck all the way up to her chin.

Chyler brought her head down and locked eyes with Frank. Her eyes were still red from crying, but now her face expressed something that Frank never would’ve expected. It was a look of furious, anger, and uncontrolled lust. Frank was shocked when Chyler wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles.

“Uh! You like that Mr. Pearce?” Chyler asked, not smiling.

Frank groaned as Chyler used her leverage on the wall to help push herself up and down.

“You like fucking your daughter’s best friend? Ah! Do you Mr. Pearce?”

Frank was pounding up into her like jackhammer.

“You like fucking your daughter?”

Frank grunted as his balls slapped up against her ass.

“Mr. Pearce? Uh! You like sticking your cock into tight openings? Huh? UH! Do ya Mr. Pearce? You like your cock in my small pussy?” Chyler was relentless in provoking him.

Frank was losing it. He wasn’t even sure now if it was his thrusting or her movements that jettisoned her up against the wall.

“OH! AH! Oh Mr. Pearce! You sick man.” She was breathless as she spoke, “You like fucking an eighteen year old pussy, don’t you Mr. Pearce?”

“Uh-HUH!” Frank shouted almost incoherently.

“And your little girl’s tight asshole. Ah! Oh God!”

Frank could take it no longer. He covered her mouth with his and shoved his tongue in to the back of her throat. He groaned and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She closed her eyes tightly and hummed, with every pound of her pussy, the humming staggered.

Frank shot a load of cum up inside the girl. Chyler screamed into his face, but did not break the make out session. Not even when Frank jerked and shook against her body. Not even when he pulled the cheeks of her ass open and pushed her against the wall repeatedly, desperate to drain his cock inside her tight pussy.

They made out until he felt spent.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom. Mia was standing in the doorway looking at her Daddy slide down the wall with Chyler in his arms. She watched as he fell to his knees and released her best friend from his grip. Chyler lay on her back with her knees bent and spread. The redness around her smooth pussy was clear from across the room. Mia noticed the red handprints on her ass from her Daddy’s firm grip.

Mia was holding herself up by clutching the wall. Her bottom was sore, as can be expected from what happened earlier. As she stared down at her best friend, she saw the exhaustion in her face.

Chyler was breathing deeply, her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed. She looked as if she could fall asleep at any moment. And who could blame her. Mia had watched in helpless confusion as her Dad fucked her up the wall. And then to her astonishment, it appeared as if Chyler was getting into it. Was Mia mistaken, or did she really hear her best friend egg her Dad on.

Mia’s legs were shaky and her backside hurt. She reached back and rubbed herself as if it was going to help ease the throbbing. 

Frank was still kneeling. One hand propped up against the wall to hold himself up. He was spent. He had fucked two of the tightest holes he had ever experienced. The reality of what had happened had not sunk in yet. He was still coming off the high that comes after a good hard fuck fest. He finally felt satisfied. It wasn’t his fault, was it? They were the one’s that were wearing the most revealing of outfits when he found them. After all, he was just a man who had urges. He couldn’t stop those from coming.

He heard a noise behind him.

Turning his head, he saw Mia standing uneasily in the doorframe, her head turned looking behind her, and her hand was rubbing her ass. The stockings she wore were still pulled down around her knees. The pink vest still hung down over his tits. Sweat glistened down her cleavage.

As if the clouds were parting after a storm and the sun started to shine in, so did the guilt that suddenly washed over Frank like a tidal wave in the middle of the ocean. Suddenly, Frank was not looking at his half naked girl like a sex object anymore. Suddenly, he was seeing her as his daughter again. And the hurt bore down on him like a trash compactor.

His eyes shut slowly, “Oh shit,” he said sorrowfully.

Slowly, Frank pushed himself to his feet and cautiously made his way over to his daughter. He didn’t want to scare her, so he lowered his head like a predator submitting to a larger animal.

Mia turned her head and saw her Dad walking toward her. She tensed and quickly took two steps back.

Frank saw her fright, “Wait! Please…Mia. Please don’t be scared.”

Mia stopped and brought her tear stained eyes up to her Dad’s.

Frank walked up to her and stood looking down at her vulnerable body.

“Oh Mia,” Frank’s voice sounded weak and hazy. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

Mia hesitated for a minute. Finally she said, “I don’t know either.”

“I don’t know what came over me,” Frank said.

“I don’t know either,” Mia repeated.

Several minutes passed as Mia and Frank stood together in stark silence. The only sound that filled the room Chyler’s breathing as she rests dazed and used on the floor.

Finally Frank said, “Sometimes…a man’s testosterone takes over his brain. Sometimes…the female body can intoxicate a man. It does something to him that can’t be explained rationally.”

“Uh-huh,” Mia said listening intently.

Frank continued, “It’s just…being in this situation. You and Chyler…dressed in…practically nothing. I…I just don’t know what to say.”

Again there was silence.

Then Mia said, “You frighten me Daddy.”

Frank gulped, “I know I do.”

“I’d never seen you like that before.”

“I know,” he said guiltily.

“When I looked at your face in the mirror…you…you…” Mia stuttered.

Frank’s eyes were tearing up.

Mia said, “When you f-f-fucked my…”

Frank closed his eyes and his head drooped.

“…my bottom Daddy…you…you hurt me.”

“I know I did baby,” Frank said softly.

“I’ve never seen you lose control like that. It’s like…you weren’t my Daddy then,” Mia said.

“I’m sorry baby.”

“I-I-I don’t know how to…” Mia started to whimper. A good sob was again approaching.

Frank took a step in and wrapped his arms around her. He felt her tense up as he proceeded to hug her tight. She did indeed start to cry again. She cried into her Daddy’s chest. Frank embraced her.

“How can I ever make this up to you?” Frank asked his daughter.

Mia stopped crying. She thought about it for several seconds. After a good amount of thinking Mia said, “I don’t know.”

Then there was a pause.

Mia continued, “You could start by letting me go pee.”

To this day, Frank couldn’t explain with words what happened to him at that moment. It was as if he were Dr. David Banner, triggered by science, and began the transformation into the Incredible Hulk. Only in his case it wasn’t science. And his transformation was his entire body. It was the warm body of his barely naked daughter clutched to his body. It was her magic words, ‘by letting me go pee’ that suddenly sent a spark of something primal up inside him. It was the monster that started swelling between his legs. And there was nothing to stop it. Except for the smooth lips of Mia’s pussy that stopped it from pointed to the sky.

Mia threw her arms up against her Daddy’s chest and began to push herself away. She felt her Daddy’s penis harden and start to stand up between them. She was able to push herself back enough that his lengthening cock sprung up and rested on her belly. But Frank held her there. His cock pressed hard into her tight and smooth abs.

Frank’s reasoning and sorrow quickly went out the window. Somehow the guilt had been buried deep in his subconscious and the lust and longing he had felt earlier was flowing through his blood again.

Mia’s head snapped up and looked at his face.

“Daddy,” Mia said with fear in her voice, “You’re gone again.”

“Shhhh…” Frank said and rubbed her face with his palm. “Daddy’s right here baby.”

“No,” Mia’s tears flowed freely again. She pushed herself out of her Daddy’s grip and started backing away. Stumbling on shivering knees all the way back to the toilet.

Frank walked towards her, his eyes burning daggers into her tight little package of body.

“Please don’t do anything Daddy,” Mia said, “I have to pee.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” Frank said.

Mia backed all the way up to the toilet. Her heels stopped at the porcelain.

Frank walked up to her, his toes touching hers. Her reached between the two flaps of her torn pink shirt and tweaked her nipples to little erections.

Mia gasped and fell into a sitting position on the open seat of the toilet, putting her face directly in front of her Daddy’s raging hard cock.

“Please…oh no Daddy…please let me pee…” Mia sobbed.

“By all means Mia baby, pee,” Frank said and put his feet on either side of hers. He ran his hands through her long black hair and gently pulled her head closer to his cock. The head touched Mia’s tightly shut lips.

“Uh-uh,” Mia shook her head.

Frank clasped the sides of her head and started to push his cock harder into her closed lips. Then he backed away.

“I don’t hear any peeing,” Frank said in a concerned voice. “Is there a problem?”

She looked up at him pleadingly, “I-I-I can’t!”

Then he pressed his cock to her closed lips again.

“Maybe you just haven’t had enough to drink,” Frank said as he rubbed her face in little circles. It was difficult for her to wail properly with her lips pressed against one another.




Primal Urges



By now, the moon above had raised fully, its silver beams of light falling into the meadow and the two forms within it. When the light bathed them in silver, giving the surrounding area an ethereal look, she heard, to Candace's shock and surprise, she heard a low guttural growl of pain and the hands fell from her body. No longer able to keep herself still now that the rough hands weren't holding her captive, she stood and whirled around, looking for escape. But, the scene behind her held her still with fear. 

The tall muscular man that had caught her was now writhing in pain in a beam of moonlight. She watched in horror as his handsome rugged features twisted and contorted. Cringing against the log, she shook her head in disbelief as black hair grew over his features and his face and body twisted in a mixture of wolf and man complete with a short abbreviated muzzle and a long curved tail. She whimpered in fear and tried to get her body to move, to run to safety. But when he turned his gaze back to her, the color of his eyes a bright green, holding far too much humanity there, she froze. And when he growled and started back towards her she screamed and tried to scramble over the log. 

Tomas's eyes narrowed and raked over her naked form, taking in the curves and pale skin hungrily. When her legs parted in her attempt to get away and he saw the soaked curls between them, he growled again before pouncing on her. Sharp claws raked over her soft skin, leaving bloody furrows behind, pulling her towards him. "Be still," he ground out, speech difficult in this form. 

And for once, she listened, her eyes wide with fear, the pupils dilated so that only a ring of the strange silvery color was visible. She trembled underneath him as he sniffed over her body, the still human part of him fighting to keep the wolf down. Ever since he had been bitten four decades ago, this forest had been his sanctuary. A place where he could run to give the werewolf free reign without hurting anyone when the bloodlust set in. And for a year, this little brunette had been coming to his forest, his clearing and pleasured herself. 

But every other time, the moon hadn't been full so the change hadn't overtaken him. Every other time, he came while watching her and left her in peace, seeing no harm since she gave him such a fine show. But this time, with the change upon him, his primal urges had pushed him into the clearing and made him confront her. She had looked so erotic and animalistic riding that log he had had to fight to keep from rushing out and throwing her down on the ground and showing her how a real cock felt like. But as moonrise approached, he could no longer stop himself from confronting her. And now, even as he breathed deep the smell of her fear and arousal, he feared for her safety. 

But to his shock and surprise, the wolf had other plans in mind for the buxom beauty. The scent of her arousal caused his cock to lengthen, peeking out of the sheath that hid it most times. The thought of feeling her tight pussy and ass around his length, even as wolfish as it was made him hard as a rock. He growled softly as she twisted and tried to free herself of his grasp, despite his cautionary command. This caused the wolf to tighten his grip, the claws starting to dig in. The wolf was hungry for a mate, and it had decided this girl, this naked writhing girl was going to be it. 

She whimpered and went still, her whole body going limp in submission. This only pleased the wolf, making it throw back his head and howl to the bright moon up above. It rumbled in pleasure at the whimpers of fear that came from her as it settled the heavy body it had taken over between her legs after wrenching them apart with one paw-hand. Candace shook her head, murmuring a soft mantra of "No, please no," as she felt the head of the cock brushing against her pussy. 

"Mine," the creature growled, trying to force his way inside her, but her fight renewed at the thought of getting raped by this thing, this werewolf. Vainly, she tried to plead to the man she knew was beneath, though for the life of her she didn't know why. He had had every intention of doing the exact same thing before the change had come over him. But she kicked and punched as she begged to be let go, for him to stop. And for a brief moment, she thought she saw a flicker of remorse in those green, green eyes. 

But, as the creature finally was able to force his hard thick length past her defenses and into her tightness, that flicker became replaced with pure lust. He growled and seemed encouraged by her welcoming wetness. Before she knew what was going on, he was buried to the hilt inside her. Sobbing in defeat and horror, she felt her body responding to the feel of something warm and living inside her again after so long. Going limp again underneath him, she fought the need to push up to meet his rough quick thrusts, bringing her hands up to cover her face. 

"Well, hurry up and cum already. So I can go home, back to my safe bedroom and bed," she ordered, tears now streaming down her face. She had given in to the fact that the werewolf was too strong to fight, and that it was determined to have her ease it's lust, whether she was willing or not. His response was just to growl and bury his muzzle in her neck, holding her hips with his clawed hands as he thrust deep into her. 

Candace bit her lip hard at the feel of sharp teeth grazing her neck and shoulder, sending lightening through her body straight to her clit. "Oh, please hurry," she whimpered, the sound muffled by her hands, not sure how much longer she could resist moving against him. She had never been stretched so far, or taken so rough in her entire life. In fact, the three men she had ever taken to her bed had been annoyingly gentle with her, treating her like the lady her mother had raised her to be. And each one had been of the average size. 

This werewolf eclipsed their size easily. He was at least a foot long and larger around then even the tree's protrusion she had ridden so eagerly earlier. And now she was doubly thankful she had, otherwise, she would surely be torn open with the size of the cock buried inside her. And the pace he was setting was unbelievable, exactly like an animal, fast, hard and furious, caring only for his own pleasure. 

Tomas groaned in his own mind, letting the beast have free reign for the moment. The girl was so tight and wet around him, it was heaven on earth. And for the life of him, it had been so long since he had release other then by his own touch that he was just enjoying it. He had been dreaming about her for a year, and now here she was, beneath him, eager, open and wet, taking his cock almost to the hilt. 

Or so he though until he lifted his head from the sweet hollow of her neck and saw her hiding behind the veil that was her hands, begging him to finish. With a shock, he realized that she wasn't as eager and wanting for him as he thought. Not that he could blame her, all anyone had to do was look at the perverted form he was in. Growling in frustrated anger, he tore himself away from the tempting curves and valleys that were her body and crouched out of arms reach of her. "Go, now, while I can stop," he rasped, trying to get the beasts urges under his control. 

And then, the little dolt just sat up and stared at him, her hands hovering right under her large breasts. "Go, NOW!" he shouted, feeling the beast roaring for its mate and its release. She just shivered there, seemingly frozen with fear, her large silver eyes sliding over his body before resting on the large throbbing cock that stood out against his midnight fur. The angry pink flesh, still glistening with her juices, was the only part of him that was pure canine, complete with a knot that was swelling as she looked on. And when her tongue flicked out to moisten her full lips, he groaned and lost all control of his lust. 

"You stupid girl, you just gave up your one chance for freedom," he managed to warn before he pounced on her again, causing her to scream in shock. But instead of fighting, like he thought she would, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. 

Candace marveled at her actions even as she did them. Burying her face in the surprisingly soft fur of his chest, she burrowed against him, sliding her tinier body against his erotically. The sight of that cock had elicited a forbidden desire deep inside her and she could do nothing but give into it. Part of him was human, the fact that he was a man before the change and that he could talk was proof of that. These thoughts were held tightly to keep her sanity. 

And when his arms closed, almost gently around her, it only seemed to cement the idea. He was a man, cursed with this form, but a man none the less. A man who filled her like no other, a man with the soft fur she yearned to feel against her body, a man that understood roughness could be allowed in sex. So who cared if his outer form was a little...canine? She told herself this over and over again as she looked up into those obviously human eyes and smiled. 

"Don't hurt me, is all I ask," she murmured softly. "Don't hurt me too bad and you can do whatever you want. Cause I know I have no chance to get away, and to be honest, I don't think I want to." Those eyes widened in surprise and his muzzle gaped open in what she hoped was a grin. Those strong arms tightened then lifted, holding her against that broad chest as he straightened up. She clung to him, squeaking a bit in surprise at how tall he was as her feet dangled three feet off the ground. 

But, she was only held up for the moment it took to step towards a large rock nearby. He set her on it and looked her over, his hands...paws pulling her hands away from her body and spreading her legs, opening her wide to his hungry eyes. She placed her hands behind her on the rock and leaned back, her back arching, causing her breasts to thrust up in invitation. 

Tomas shook his head a bit at the woman. He didn't think anyone would ever accept him, especially in this form. But she not only accepted him, but seemed turned on by him, if the juices flowing even harder between her legs were any sign. 

Lowering his muzzle to the downy curls there, he breathed deeply of her scent, committing it to memory before letting his tongue drag up the silken folds of pink flesh. She gasped softly and buried one hand in the thicker fur of his head, urging him closer, fingers unconsciously starting to scratch. He murred happily in contentment, placating the beast by wrapping his paw around his painful erection as he took another long lick, loving the sweet juices that gathered on his tongue. Using his other paw, he spread her nether lips wide and flicked his tongue just inside her. Damn, if she wasn't already tightening back up. 

Even after all the abuse this wonderfully sweet pussy of hers had taken today, it clenched around his tongue as if it was being stretched open for the first time. He was rewarded for his efforts with another gasp, followed by a soft moan of pleasure and her other hand joining her first. Burying his tongue as deep inside her as it could go, he wrapped his paw around her waist, holding her still for him as his tongue flicked and danced, finding her sensitive g-spot and coaxing her towards the heavens. He wanted to taste that sweet nectar of her orgasm before he gave into the beast again. 

Soon, he had her arching up against his tongue, her panting breaths over his head telling him how close she was. Growling softly in eager anticipation, he pressed closer, raking his teeth lightly over the hard nubbin of her clit. And to his delighted surprise, that was all it took. She arched back and screamed out her joy to the stars above, her grip in his fur tightening and pulling him even tighter against her. She rode his tongue and muzzle, grinding her folds onto his face, juices and cum slipping past his tongue to drip to his chest, soaking the black fur there. 

When she finally relaxed under him is when he pulled back, licking his muzzle clean with obvious enjoyment, his eyes glowing with warmth and approval. Candace just panted, trying to catch her breath, shocked at the stretch of the orgasm that had torn through her body. It had never been like that on her own, no matter what she did. 

He crouched before her, doing that gaping grin again as he watched her expression. When she had caught her breath, she grinned back, shaking her brown curls back out of her face. And at that simple gesture, he moved with that scary speed of his, grabbing her and turning her, bending her over the rock and pressing that cock between her legs. "My turn," he growled into her ear as he thrust halfway into her, stretching her open again. 

Her moan of pleasure mixed with his rumble of lust. Pulling back until just the tip of his length was inside her he paused, wanting to see her squirm, the beast even wanting it. And squirm she did, her hips thrusting back and wriggling in a silent plea for more as she looked over her shoulder, eyes wide and pleading. He grinned to himself and lowered his muzzle to her bare shoulder, taking it in between his sharp teeth, just barely avoiding piercing the soft skin. And as the pain from the feel of his teeth pressing against her flew through throughout her body, he shoved back inside her, all the way to the hilt, tempering it with the exquisite pleasure of being so full. 

Her head hung down as she panted softly, trying to adjust to him inside her, now that he was giving her the time to. But all too soon, he was moving again, unable to remain still in the silken heat of her. The taste and smell of her had driven him to the near breaking point. His knot was already starting to swell, sliding in and out of her with soft popping sounds. It wasn't much longer before it was almost painful to continue the deep hard thrusts he had been doing. 

Candace's eyes widened as she felt something growing at the entrance to her pussy. Reaching down, she felt tentatively with her fingers. To her shock, it was his cock that was swelling more and more, growing harder and larger with each passing second. Dimly, she remembered seeing something about canines being able to tie with their females, in an attempt to keep every drop of sperm deep inside her where it would have more chances of fertilizing the eggs. With a start, she realized that this werewolf must be holding true to the more canine part of him, with a knot to tie her with and everything. 

And as that thought crossed her mind, the knot swelled so big that he just barely managed to force it inside her tight walls one last time. When he pulled back, he was stopped short by the swollen hard area. Whimpering softly, she shook her head, not wanting it to be over yet. Obviously, he didn't either, for he didn't stop thrusting, he just changed the way he did. He went from deep long thrusts to short jerky ones, which felt just as good to her, in a different way. 

She rested her cheek against the cool granite beneath her and explored her obscenely stretched pussy with her fingers in amazement before sliding her fingers to her swollen clit. Her other hand covered one breast, cupping it, her fingers tugging and twisting the hard nipple in time with each thrust. Before long, she was back on the brink of her orgasm. Just in time too it seemed, for she felt him swelling deep inside her, his thrusts getting rougher and harder as he lifted his head and howled his release to the forest. 

She tensed beneath him; pinching clit and nipple hard as the jerking cock inside her triggered her own climax; her inner muscles rippling around his entire length, milking it of every single drop. And long after she thought he'd be done, he was still emptying inside her, the knot keeping it all inside her by sealing her entrance closed. Before long, her flat stomach was starting to round out at the amount of his seed he pumped into her. It was only when she thought she could take no more that he finally stopped, his heavy body collapsing and resting over hers.

Tomas sighed softly and contently, a murring in his throat betraying how both he and the beast were happy and pleased with the tiny brunette that was under him. His paws idly slid down her sides, the soft fur sliding erotically against her large breasts then into the sweet indentation of her waist before lovingly cupping the swell of her hips then back up, moving inward until he stopped with two paws full of soft young breasts. 

Nuzzling her long neck, he kneaded her breasts, completely blown away. He never thought he would ever see the day that he would be able to have a girl again, and he never dreamed in all of the four long lonely decades he had been like this that it would ever be a girl as beautiful and willing as this one. Straightening, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the little nest she had built for herself in the unshaped pattern of rocks. Sitting down, he left her on his lap, unable to withdraw from her still clenching walls until he had softened completely without immense pain on both their parts. She looked up at him, fear no longer shadowing those lovely silver eyes, and smiled. 

"I'm Candace," she murmured before pillowing her head against his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering closed tiredly. He murred and cradled her close against his chest, the beast content for the rest of the evening with the little beauty. He watched her sleep, awestruck at the beauty of her features bathed in the silver moonlight. Before too much longer though, he felt himself nodding, joining her in sleep, despite the unnatural position for this body. With the last bit of energy he possessed, Tomas twisted and contorted them both until they were stretched out on the grass, his half hard cock still inside her, even though his knot had shrunk enough for him to pull out. He just couldn't bring himself to leave her warmth.



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