Breeding the Female(4)

“Try not to focus on what is happening,” he whispered. He seemed to struggle against wanting to say something. Finally, he gave in. “Like I said to you in the woods: If you don’t fight it, this will be easier,” he paused darkly, “possibly enjoyable.” Sophie wanted to laugh at his words. Enjoyable? Doubtful!

Linwood gave Sophie a gentle push and she stumbled out into the dark clearing. The moon was nearly full, and shone down upon the clearing, bathing the earth in a pale glow. Sophie straightened her shoulders. Linwood and Rylan must be staying to watch, she thought sickly.

“Gentle,” Linwood advised the other wolves, as if reading Sophie’s mind. “You may not all have Sophie this evening. I would say that five or six would be a good number to start. The rest of you will have to make do as spectators.”

Five wolves broke free from the circle, possibly leaders or elders. Sophie’s breath was coming rapidly, and she felt her legs shake with fear. Two of the wolves were stocky and deep brown; another wolf was slight and a honey-cream color. The fourth wolf was average with midnight black fur. Sophie, however, was drawn to the fifth wolf. He was lithe and graceful, and his wolf eyes bore into Sophie. He was light brown with bits of white in his fur. Sophie thought his fur looked silkier than the others, and she imagined running her hands through it. The wolves began to phase and Sophie noticed their human forms took on characteristics of their wolf form, or perhaps it was the other way around.

The two deep brown wolves appeared to be brothers, maybe even twins. Their skin was a deep tan, and they had dark eyes. They eyed Sophie hungrily, as they circled her like prey. The cream-colored wolf, was young and thin, with pale eyes, but had an air of leadership about him. He stood very still, watching Sophie. The midnight black wolf phased into a tall man, with dark, rich skin, which he rubbed as he moved towards her. Lastly, Sophie noticed the silkier wolf change into a stunning man. He had long dark chocolate hair that hung sexily across his face, which was full of desire and lust. Sophie gasped at the sight.

The naked men began circling her, various emotions flicking across their faces: power, lust, desire, violence, hunger. Sophie noticed the remaining wolves step back into the clearing. Their eyes reminded Sophie of fireflies, and she thought fleetingly of her home. The home that was no longer hers. She belonged to the woods and these wolves now.

The brothers reached her first. One began to stroke himself, groaning as he stared at Sophie. The other brother brought his hand to her neck, pulling slightly, exposing her skin before sniffing her. He inhaled deeply and growled in appreciation.

“Won’t — won’t you at least tell me your names?” Sophie stuttered. If these men were going to fuck her, she wanted to know whom they were. One of the brothers snickered. “I am Morio,” he replied.

“Orson,” the other brother responded.

“Silas,” breathed the pale boy.

“Rinji,” the dark man said softly.

Sophie stared at the beautiful man with the long hair, waiting for his reply. He seemed unsure of using his voice. “My name is Arden,” he whispered.

The sweet night air hung around the five men and Sophie, clinging to this moment. Time stood still. Sophie felt the world shift on its axis; she saw the men as wolves and then as men again, their shapes and lines blurred by fantasy and reality. She felt her body come to life under the night sky, and then the moment ended before Sophie could taste it; savor it.

The men pounced on Sophie, and she was a sea of sensations trying to right herself. She felt hands, mouths and skin all over her. Someone was yanking her hair aside and she felt a warm mouth on her neck; Orson. More hands were deftly working her blouse, removing it to release her full breasts; she saw Silas grin wickedly as he pressed his mouth to her breasts, moaning into her sweet skin. Morio was hiking her skirt up from behind, his hands fondling her ass, as he pushed his massive erection against her.

Sophie tried to fight it, pushing the men away, but they outnumbered her, and even though they were weak, they were stronger than Sophie any day. Rinji pushed Silas out of the way, pressing his dark naked body to Sophie’s milky skin; a stark contrast. Silas growled in response, before kneeling and biting on Sophie’s thighs. Sophie felt her skirt slide to the ground, and someone pulled her body out of it.

She felt multiple hands travel up her thighs, kneading them with strong knuckles. She tried to say stop, but a hard mouth pressed against her lips, and she gazed into Morio’s dark eyes. She felt a cock push into the crack between her ass and a deep moan escape its owner. Sophie turned her head to see Silas, carnal desire burning in his eyes. Morio yanked her face back to his mouth and continued to assault her with his tongue.