Siren Bacall “Wolves”

About the Author:

I am a professor at a local Junior College in a city I cannot reveal at the moment.  I am dabbling at writing erotica and Ms. Rono was nice enough to indulge my fantasy.  I am 35 years old and am very satisfied with where I am in this juncture in my life.  Enjoy the story and let me know what you think of it.

Wolves

By Siren Bacall

They surrounded me.

Dozen pairs of eyes glowed in the dark, their wolf body stalking my naked, huddled   body.  I shook with fear as I smelled their hatred and hunger for my flesh.

“I didn’t mean to kill one of you,” I said, my voice breaking.  “I was just protecting my horse.”  They growled and salivated in the half light.  They didn’t care for my explanation.  I was riding home on my horse whose flesh had been ripped apart by the pack not ten minutes before.  Three of them flanked Ashby, my little mustang, and began to stalk him.  I had no choice but to pull out my pistol from my waist holder and fire at the closest beast.

My aim proved deadly.

Before I knew it, the grey furred animal on the right of my horse transformed into that of a man.  Hi savage eyes captured my eyes as he yanked me down from my horse and throw me to the ground.  From the damp grassland, I witnessed the black wolf hurl toward Ashby’s jugular while the other brown feral things attacked the tendons of his hind legs.  Within minutes, my beloved horse since I was a child was mauled in front of me.

Grey eyed man standing naked before me glowered and began to rip my clothing until nothing was left.  I covered my self the best I could but even in early sunset, my nakedness was stark.

Grey Eyes examined me carefully pawing at my breasts and sniffing my body.  Without a word, the man turned into a wolf once more.

“Werewolves,” I whispered to myself.  I thought they were fiction, something created to frighten children.  But there I was, surrounded by wolves with bloody maws snarling at me.  I killed their family and they wanted revenge.  “A violent death for me,” I thought, every bone in my body shaking.

As I pondered my fate, three of the six preternatural beings ran toward the woods, their faces occasionally turning back to glare at me.  Only the black, brown, and grey wolves remained, circling slowly around me no doubt to increase my fear.  The grey lifted its upper lift to reveal sharp fangs.  I trembled.

Slowly, he transformed before me, hind feet elongating into wiry ankles, calves, and bulging thighs.  His manhood, long, throbbing, and erect startled me so that I moved my gaze to his sturdy chest and wide shoulders.  It was then that I looked into his eyes.  Even in the waning light, I could see his grey eyes perusing my own green ones.  The anger in them had calmed but he still emitted danger and death.  When I turned away, I saw the black and brown wolf turn into their human form.

Black evolved into the most blinding human I’d ever seen.  His skin glowed nearly white.  His silver hair reflected any source of light with twenty feet.  Though not as big as Grey which I had a feeling was the alpha, Black was sleek and tread easily like a gazelle.  Brown wolf was the most common-looking of the three men.  He was barely an inch or two taller than me and had a squat body.  Although, small, I could sense power emanating from him.  He could split me in two if he had the fancy to.

Grey lowered himself to the ground, one knee kneeling before him.  The anger in his face had subsided and a crooked smile appeared at the edge of his mouth.  He was amused by my attempt to cover both my breasts and privates in the midst of an impending feast with me as the main course.

“Don’t be afraid, girl,” he said in a voice full of amusement.  His two companions likewise kneeled before me.  “We’re not going to harm you.”

“Nope,” said Black.  “We’ve come to thank you.”

“You killed Rett who’d killed three of our people out of spite,” said the small man.  “He’s been disrupting our pack for months but we didn’t want to outright kill him for political reasons.”

My voice came out as a croak.  “So what are you going to do with me?”

Grey smiled widely, his eyes sparkling.  His chiseled face and sensuous voice warmed me.  “We will pleasure you of course.”

“I don’t want you to pleasure me,” I said, noticing his black longish hair being blown by the wind.  “You guys killed my horse.”

“Sorry about that,” said Black.  “It takes longer to stop the bloodlust unless there’s a kill.”

Grey chuckled which I didn’t find humorous.  “It was either you or the horse.”  He noticed my disgust and placed his palms in front of him as if to gesture away my fears.  “I’m sorry.  Very crass of me.  I promise – we promise to make it better for you.  Now please lie down.  The grass is soft and the night is warm.”

“I’m not lying down for anything,” I said, tossing my hair away from my face in anger.  “Let me go home.”

“We’ll let you go…clothed after you let us pleasure you in thanks,” he said, his grey eyes bright.

I didn’t know what possessed me, but his eyes seemed to hypnotize me.  I found my anger dissipating and curiosity burgeoning.  Black took hold of my shoulders and gently laid me down on the ground.  Brown oh-so-softly smoothed down my hair.  My heart raced yet I couldn’t make myself rise.  I was surrounded by virile men whose bodies rippled with muscles.  Their animal/human smell intoxicated me.  My body began to tremble in anticipation.

Grey parted my legs, smiling at me that everything would be alright.  The moment his tongue penetrated my sex, a shiver went through my body.  I closed my eyes.  Hands seemed to be everywhere then.  Brown and Black touched me all over, at first caressing my breasts then eventually capturing my nipples with their mouths.

I ached so.

Grey licked, prodded, and sucked my most intimate place bringing me to a fiery end.  Once I was sated, Black asked me softly to mount him.  With shaky legs I walked over his sleek body and lowered myself into his hard, glistening cock.  I rode him feeling heady and hot.  Black grunted, reaching for my breasts.

It was a surprise to feel Grey’s hands on my hips.  He said not to be afraid in his velvet voice.  Slowly, he entered my asshole.  At first discomfort was all I felt.  Two dicks in my body?  I’d stopped riding Black, but then I felt the pressure that quickly turned into pleasure.

“Keep riding me, sweetheart,” said Black, so I did.  As I rode the silvery Black, Grey buggered me from behind.  I’d never felt such pleasure.

I looked up only to see Brown looking aroused and bitter that he wasn’t part of the fun.  His body was rock hard and his cock was shorter than the others but had the thickest circumference.  “Put your cock in my mouth,” I said huskily.  I was feeling greedy that night.

Brown grinned, walking over and avoiding stepping on Black’s body.  I opened my mouth in welcome.

I rode Black’s considerable shaft while Grey kept up with the rhythm behind me, impaling me with his cock.  Brown held my head and shoved his thick dick into my mouth.  It was magic.

When all four of us reached our pleasure, I found myself lying on the ground covered in semen.  All three men lay next to me, their chests heaving.  Silently, we looked up at the sky admiring the beauty of the moon and the bright blinking stars above.