Authors: Brannan Black
Confusion sang through my mind for the few seconds it took the wall to move. I screamed as a hard body twisted me around and slammed me face-first into the ground.
Growls seemed to come from everywhere around me. I struggled to crawl out from under the beast that had me but I knew it was futile. Strong claws tore into my clothing, holding me fast. Sharp fangs closed on the back of my neck. I sucked in a sob.
This was it. The end. If I were lucky it’d be quick. An odd peace swept over me. I’d have died when the food ran out, anyway. I let out a deep breath, and the peace deepened. It was over. At least I wouldn’t be alone any longer. At that moment, death seemed just fine.
I rested my head on the ground, a slight smile curving my lips as I let out another deep breath. Time seemed to slow, and everything magnified in that instant --
the brush of his beard on my neck, a fall of lank hair brushing the side of my face, the smell of his breath, oddly sweet, and the musky male smell under the need for a shower. Every rock under me and the smell of sun-warmed grass -- all seemed amplified in those last moments of my life.
The fangs on my neck released. Shock flooded my already overwhelmed nerves.
He rubbed his head along my turned cheek, surprising me with the softness of his beard and hair.
“Good, very good. Not prey. Knew you weren’t prey.” A different voice, but he still had that inhuman growl to his words. “Mmm. You smell nice. Feel soft, such soft hair.”
Brannan Black
Blind Passion, A Wolfman Tale
11
I couldn’t say the same for the beast. Obviously hygiene wasn’t a concern -- or maybe he just hadn’t had the option.
Straddling my hips, he rested his full weight on me, pressing me into the hard, rough ground. Oh, my God! The beast’s hard-on jammed into my ass. I’d heard they often raped their victims before, or even while, killing or eating them. Tears welled in my eyes, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying. After all I’d been through, I wasn’t going to die crying hysterically. I still had some pride left.
“I want to touch her.” The first voice, slightly deeper, was back, and it sounded like he was standing over me.
My captor’s body stiffened, and his head rose. A deep growl rumbled through his whole body. “When I say, Jay.”
“Sure, Derek. Just, you know, remember how fragile they are, dude.” He sounded young, and disappointed.
Derek dipped his head back to rub along me again. It reminded me of a dog begging to get petted -- or maybe a cat. “I remember, so soft, so fragile, but not prey.
This one is not prey.”
“She’s pretty, Derek. Even prettier up close.” A scuff of dirt told me the other, Jay, squatted right in front of me.
Tears squeezed out from under my tight eyelids. I wished they’d just get it over with.
“Don’t cry, Pretty, we don’t want to hurt you. No, not hurt you.” A thrust of his hips told me exactly what he wanted. He shifted until his cock lined up with the crack of my ass. He drove his hips into me as if fucking me.
Pain stabbed from my hip, and a sharp cry escaped before I could pull it back.
Tears of pain and fear dripped from the side of my nose and the corner of my eye.
“I hurt you?” Derek rose on his arms, grinding the rock under me even harder into my hipbone.
“Rock, hips. God, it hurts.” The sobs I’d been fighting rose to the surface.
Brannan Black
Blind Passion, A Wolfman Tale
12
“Shh, Pretty. It’s OK.” He sounded so concerned as he rose and rolled me over.
The fingertips gently wiping the tears and dirt from my face felt oddly human. His mouth followed, raining hot, hungry kisses on me. His long hair and the tickle of his mustache and beard swept over my skin in an oddly sensual caress. He straddled me once more. Another rock and now a stick poked me. I wiggled, trying to move them to less painful places.
The breath of his growl crawled over my skin. Were those fangs resting along my face? I froze, and he stopped. “Good, Pretty, don’t fight, or run. Prey runs.” I swallowed hard. “Please, another rock.” I barely whispered, not knowing what he would do. Daring to hope he would care.
He growled and jerked me up into a sitting position. A sharp cry of surprise flew from my lips. His growl grew louder.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I, I’m not prey, I swear. There’s a bed inside.” Could I trick them into letting me in first, locking them out? I sighed. What would be the point?
It was back to starving alone, or letting them kill me. Life rarely offered me good choices anymore.
“Dude, look at her hands.”
They burned where I’d scraped them when I fell. If I hadn’t had jeans on, I suspected my knees would feel the same. Surely they didn’t care? But that’s exactly what it sounded like.
“Fragile, so fragile.” Derek pulled gently on my wrists, helping me stand. “Show us this bed.”
“In the shed.” Oh, God, I had totally lost all sense of direction. Thankfully, they didn’t need me to point it out to them.
I heard footsteps going away from me and turned to follow. God, what would they do when they found out? I tripped almost immediately, barely keeping my feet under me.
Grass rustled around me, and I did my best to track them but they moved so quietly. Heat radiated against my back. One of them stood close behind me.
Brannan Black
Blind Passion, A Wolfman Tale
13
“Fuck, you were right, she
is
blind!” Jay’s voice came from in front of me, startling me into a jerk. Hard claws gripped my shoulder painfully from the back.
“Is that true, Pretty?” The higher voice, Derek, sounded so close to my ear.
I drew a deep breath, seeking that calm inside. My voice still shook. “Yes.” Tears tracked down my face. Would they kill me because I was blind? I was a burden, unable to care for myself. No one could afford a burden in this wrecked world. A passing refugee group had said so. Refused to take Jian if I came too. But she wouldn’t leave me alone.
Maybe if she had, she’d still be alive. Or maybe she’d changed her mind and left me. I wasn’t sure which hurt worse.
His painful grip loosened. “Shhhh, Pretty.” A hand touched my face, startling me into pulling away. A soft growl came from both of them.
“S-sorry.” I turned my head toward the faint heat I thought was his hand. He cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my skin. My skin tingled. So long. So very long since I’d been touched at all, much less so sensuously. Which one? I tried to work out which voice stood where to give me some idea of who touched me so.
“Soft. Damn, she’s so soft.” Jay stood close enough now I could feel the heat of his body along my front.
The hand slid back into my hair. “Fuck, that feels even better than yours!” His touch was gentle, exploring. Shocked the heck out of me and sent pleasant tingles zinging across my scalp. I rested my stinging hands on his solid chest. A coarse rope of something brushed one hand. I ran a finger along it, trying to figure it out, but they didn’t give me time to explore.
Derek snorted and pulled me back against him. His hard cock nudged high enough on my ass for me to know he was taller. Not hard since I’m barely five foot three.
Jay stepped so close my breasts brushed his chest. Even through the layers of cloth, my nipples peaked, and pleasure radiated out from them.
Brannan Black
Blind Passion, A Wolfman Tale
14
“Shit, man, she smells so damned good!” Jay’s face nuzzled against my neck. A much rougher beard scraped along my skin. Even that roughness sent a thrill tingling up and down my spine. Warm, soft lips nibbled and tasted my skin. More shivers of delight flooded me.
His hips ground his hard cock into my softer belly, lighting a small flame of desire. God, he must be tall. And, like his friend, in serious need of a shower! Right now, that didn’t matter in the least. I was being held and touched and caressed. It felt so damn good! And that shocked some sense back into me.
From all I’d heard, I should be dead already, or at least savaged and raped. Other than getting smacked face first into the ground, this encounter with the feared beasts seemed… oddly pleasant. But I had to ask. “Are you going to kill me?” By their reputation, that should be the eventual outcome.
I could hear the puzzled tone in Derek’s voice. “Why would we kill you? You aren’t prey.” He nuzzled the other side of my neck and rocked his hips into mine. The small flame grew hotter where his hard cock rode over my ass cheeks.
Hands roamed over me until I couldn’t be sure whose were where. Firm, insistent, exploring, and even demanding -- but not hurting. Oh, God, it felt so good!
Beasts or not, I thrilled to be touched even through my clothes. My skin came alive with each caress, remembering what it meant to
feel
. One brushed my breast just right, sending hot need deep inside me. Dampness flooded my panties. Damn, how good would that feel if I were naked?
I heard one inhale sharply. “Shit, Derek can you smell that?”
“Oh, yeah, making me crazy.” They pinned me between them, bodies rubbing and grinding, finding a sexual rhythm together. I bit back a giddy, crazy chuckle. Part relief that I was still alive, part lust and no small amount of fear that they still might hurt me. My long neglected pussy didn’t seem to care. Each rub and thrust of their hard cocks over my body made me hotter, wetter, aching for more.
Brannan Black
Blind Passion, A Wolfman Tale
15
Their breaths grew ragged and their movements frantic. My pussy clenched with want. I couldn’t remember any man ever wanting me with such need, much less two of them.
If this is a dream, please don’t let me wake up
!
Jay took my lips in a penetrating kiss. Firm lips framed in coarse hair. His tongue thrust, demanding entrance, and I opened. Hmm, he tasted way better than he smelled.
I tried to savor each sensation, but like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, everything threatened to overwhelm me. My lungs forgot to work under his scorching kiss. Tingling need spread from that kiss down to my clit.
“Shit, oh, shit. She tastes fucking good!” Finally Jay let me breathe.
Derek pulled my head around, nearly breaking my neck. I whimpered and tried to twist my body. “Please?” They pressed so tight against me I couldn’t move even that much.
“Fragile, gotta be careful.” Derek’s voice rumbled in my ear but I think his words were for himself. His hands, firm on my shoulders, turned me to face him. Jay stepped back, allowing me room to move, then wrapped his hands around my waist. His cock thrust into my ass and low back, hard and insistent.
Derek’s lips devoured mine, thinner, with softer hair framing them. His tongue conquered my mouth, laying claim to all of it. Oh, God! Fire raged low in my belly. A shiver of guilt ran through me to be so turned on by what everyone called monsters.
I wanted to laugh. Who was around to know? It felt damned good and maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something better. Hope rode a horse named Lust, saddled with Nothing To Lose.
Slowly I inched my leg outside of Derek’s. For a second he froze, then I pressed my pussy against his thigh. I thrust, trying to match Jay so I thrust back into him as he came forward, rocking me onto Derek’s solid thigh. My leg rubbed his balls and cock.
“You like that, Pretty?” Derek’s lip teased the rim of my ear. I moaned my appreciation. He cocked his leg, giving me what I needed to rub my aching pussy. Felt so damned good, but I wanted more. Now I was the eager, needy one.
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Blind Passion, A Wolfman Tale
16
Cautiously, I slipped a hand up to cup Derek’s balls. He gasped and whined, thrusting into my hand. Through his jeans, I stroked his length. A sexy, growling moan echoed through his chest. His body quivered under my touch. Emboldened, I reached behind and cupped Jay.
“
Ahhggh
! Shit!” He jerked and humped my hand.
I stroked them both, finding the heads of their rigid members through their jeans. I teased and tugged on the heads.
I’d never known anyone could unzip their pants that fast.
“Need you, Pretty.” Jay thrust his thick, hard cock into my waiting hand.
Cupping my hand over the head, I spread his pre-cum, then stroked down firmly. He howled and quivered, pressing his chest to my back. One hand toyed with my breast; the other held me in a grip almost too tight.
“Fragile, Jay.” Derek panted the reminder over my shoulder. Jay’s hold loosened just enough to let me breathe.
I took Derek’s long cock in my other hand and stroked him just as firmly.
“
Unnngggnn
!” he moaned.
I heard soft sucking, licking sounds near my ear, like they were kissing over my shoulder. Fresh heat pooled in my pussy. I stroked both hard one more time, closing my hands over the heads then plunging back down.
Derek shivered, froze, and then howled low and long as his body jerked. Hot cum spurted over my hand. A heartbeat later, Jay barked out a howl and came.
Damn, that was fast. And my pussy still ached to be filled! I couldn’t help notice neither one of them felt softer under my hands despite having just come.
“Ah, fuck!” Jay leaned against my back, panting.
“Yeah.” Derek breathed out. His hands played over my body. “You didn’t come, Pretty. I want to feel you come.”
“Touch me, please.” Who cared if I was begging total strangers to get me off? I wanted this so badly!
“Hmm, like you touch yourself? You have no idea how hard it was to just watch you pleasure yourself, Pretty.”
Ignoring the heat of embarrassment that flamed my face, I unzipped and shoved his hand down my pants. “Lower.
Ahhhh, yessss
!” His finger found my clit and stroked it. I thrust into his hand, my juices soaking us both. Jay tweaked the hard bud of my nipples through my shirt, sending waves of pleasure to join the heat building inside.
Higher, hotter. They must have been paying close attention because they played my body perfectly.