Her Lone Wolves

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Acheron Thanatos, wealthy tycoon and former rock star, is also the reincarnated spirit of Hades, king and god of the Underworld. He has been searching for the reborn spirit of his queen, the lovely Persephone.

Acheron believes he has found his lost love in Cora Bradford, an attorney from Atlanta. He invites her to his private Greek island where he hosts an annual orgiastic gathering of some of the world’s wealthiest and famous people.

Can Acheron convince Cora he truly is Hades reborn and she his beloved Persephone when she doesn’t remember who she was and steadfastly refuses to believe his fantastic tale that thousands of years ago they once ruled the underworld as king and queen, goddess and god?

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Chapter One

Drums beat in the dark. Deep, booming, powerful drums pounding out a steady, pulsing rhythm. Firelight flickered along the walls of the cave. A naked woman lay on a slab of stone. People stood in a circle around her. Dozens of them. Men and women. All of them dressed in animal skins. Some wore necklaces comprised of nothing but teeth, both animal and human. The masks were made out of clay or, in some cases, bleached bone.

A heavy-set woman, with large, pendulous breasts stepped forward. Her mask was fashioned in the shape of a wolf’s head. She lifted her arms. The drums beat faster and the people swayed to the quickening beat. They began to sing, a song as deep and echoing as the drums. The words they sang were ancient in a language long-forgotten. Amid the singing and chanting, some threw back their heads and howled like wolves. As they did so, at the back of the cave, where the shadows were deeper, something moved.

The people stirred, some of them stepping aside to allow whatever it was to enter the circle. The men fell to their knees, their arms stretched above their bowed heads. The women began to dance ecstatically, their dark hair whipping across their faces, their lithe bodies twisting as if in the throes of orgasm. The heavy-set woman in the wolf head’s mask remained where she was, waiting.

The figure at the back of the cave moved out of the darkness. It was tall, massive and man-shaped. As it entered the cave, a woman reached for it, screaming wildly. The heavy-set woman struck her hard across the face and roughly pushed her back. Then she angrily gestured to the naked, bound woman waiting on the slab. The screaming woman lowered her head as if she had been chastised.

The shadow drew closer. It was shaped like a man, but it wasn’t. Taller than any man, it was powerfully built with wide shoulders and a broad chest. Thick, black fur covered its entire body. Between its strongly muscled thighs, a penis, long, huge, and thickly veined, fiercely thrust up from the dense fur on its groin. Human eyes looked out from the wolf-like face. Golden eyes that burned with intelligence and awareness.

It was the Wolf-God, and the People had called upon it because they were in danger. Their enemies had grown powerful and the People were dying. They needed warriors to defend them. But not just any warriors.

The woman on the slab of stone was to be the mother of a new race. Men who would be known as Sons of the Wolf-God. They would be stronger, faster, and more powerful than any human males. And they would defend the People against their enemies.

The Wolf-God stared down at the woman. Bound as she was, her legs were already parted, her sex open. Even if she had struggled, the ropes were too tight for her to free herself.

But the woman didn’t struggle. She didn’t cry out. She knew why she was there. They had only bound because some women did try to escape, but most did not. As she gazed up at the Wolf-God, her breath quickened, her nipples tightened, and moisture welled on the swollen lips of her sex.

The Wolf-God crawled onto the slab, threw back its head and howled, its primal cry of lust echoing through the caves. Then it violently thrust the full length of its powerful phallus into the woman’s sex.

She screamed, whether from pleasure or pain, the Wolf-God did not know. The Wolf-God did not care. It had been called. It had been summoned. The woman was its by right.

Its powerful thighs plunged its raging cock into the woman’s soft, warm body. It fucked her there in full sight of the People, battering and ramming its stiff cock into her, the woman twisting and writhing beneath it, and when it finally came, its seed filling the woman’s womb, the Wolf-God threw back its massive head and howled, its profound shout of erotic culmination throbbing over the cries and shouts of the People.

The Wolf-God pulled out of the woman. Its cock was still hard. The woman was untied and some of the women rushed forward to help her from the slab, for her step was unsteady, her body shaking. As soon the women took her from the cave, another woman was swiftly brought forward and bound to the slab. The Wolf-God fucked her also and, as the night wore on under the new moon, a dozen women were soon carrying the Wolf-God’s seed.

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Everett McKinnon moaned as he tossed and turned in his sleep. He’d had erotic dreams before. But this one was the strangest he’d ever had. He could smell and hear and feel everything. The smell of wood burning, the acrid odor of sweat and cum. He heard the rhythmic moaning of the women as the Wolf-God fucked them and their cries of pleasure when they came.

And Everett felt his own body responding. He arched his back, his shoulders digging into the mattress, his groin stiffening then shuddering. He growled deep in his chest, the muscles of his throat as hard as iron, his teeth grinding against each other as the orgasm the Wolf-God was experiencing in the dream surged through Everett.

His body quivering, his eyes fluttered open. He looked around. He wasn’t in a primeval cave, surrounded by the writhing bodies of the People. He was in his bed in the house he and what was left of his Wolf Clan called home.

Light crept around the windows, but it wasn’t the bright, cheerful light that foretold a sunny day. That washed-out, grayish light told him it was cloudy outside. Based on the weather report he’d listened to last night before going to bed it was only going to get cloudier. A winter storm was coming in. A big one.

Everett drew in a deep, gasping breath. He was still hard, even after that orgasmic dream. He inched his hand down his big body and gingerly touched his erection. It felt hot, like it was burning from within. He gripped it, willing it to soften but knowing it would not. He quickly rubbed his palm up and down the huge erection, gritting his teeth when he finally came, his seed spurting onto his belly.

Shit
. What he wouldn’t give for a woman. But that was the last thing he or the twins needed. Another damned woman in their lives.

Everett pushed back the covers, snatched a handful of tissue off the table next to the bed and wiped away his cum.
What a messed-up dream.
He’d heard stories about the Wolf-God. The Clan elders had told him those stories back when he was a kid. He’d even had his share of dreams about the Wolf-God over the years.

But that was all they’d been. Dreams and stories. And he’d certainly hadn’t heard any stories nor had any dreams until this one about the Wolf-God impregnating a bunch of women. Though he supposed, if it were true, it would help explain the origin of him and his kind.

He got out of bed and stretched, the muscles rippling along his six-foot six inch frame. He leaned over and punched the button on the radio. Just his luck. Another weather forecast.

“A winter storm is expected to strike today bringing the potential for heavy snow and severe weather conditions. The storm will more than likely continue through the weekend, dumping the greatest amount of snow on—”

Everett turned the radio off. No change from the forecast last night. All the roads leading from here and down the mountain would be impassable for at least a week. If not longer.

He was glad he’d had the twins bring in additional supplies from town. They now had enough to last even if the storm snowed them in for more than a month. He’d better check on the livestock, though, and make sure there was enough food for them. He’d given that particular chore to Caleb, but he knew how indifferent the older of the twins was when it came to such things.

He took a shower then put on some heavier clothes. As he was zipping up his boots, he thought about his dream again, but when his cock began to stiffen in response to his heated thoughts, he quickly squelched them. He grabbed his parka, hat and gloves and left the bedroom.

As he went downstairs, he told himself that even if he’d wanted a woman to fuck, there wasn’t one around for miles

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