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  She found herself standing, straddling him. He was still asleep from what she could tell. She wondered if she could do this to him without waking him? She was so curious. She just wanted to explore more of these new sensations.

  And so she lowered herself to her knees, pulling up her shift. She tossed it into the grass nearby and was above him, nude and unashamed. She took him in her hands and slowly guided him to the entrance of her canal. She was already so intoxicated by what she was doing that her lubrication poured out of her body.

  The head slowly pulled apart the muscles of her canal, widening her body, making her feel as if the bones themselves moved to accommodate him. He was so large, and her insides were so small. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, as gravity and her own excitement pulled more and more of him inside of her.

  She rocked her hips, slowly trying to take every inch of him inside. It was her first time to have him after he'd taken her virginity. This time, there was no pain. She just wanted to experience it, to watch that massive rod as it somehow pierced her inside.

  Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she had taken every inch inside her body. She took a deep breath, just feeling him inside of her. This is what sex was, a man buried inside of a woman. She'd had no idea how amazing it would feel. Others just seemed to think it was a duty. She knew, now, it was a lie.

  “So you believe yourself dominant to me, my mate?”

  She froze. Her eyes moved to the Wolf King's face, fear running through her features. She bit her lip unsure of what to say.

  “After all, you have mounted me.” he stated, simply.

  She searched for words, quickly trying to explain what she was doing. “I... I just... I've never done this before and I thought...”

  He lifted his head up slightly, putting both hands behind his head to prop it up on. There was a strange look in his eyes. Those eyes, which had so recently been lupine had faded back to normal, human eyes, save for their color. The intense, otherworldly amber irises stared deep into her soul. And what did she read there? Anger? Need? And strangely enough, he was intrigued by what she was doing. He was not only lustful, he was curious as well.

  “Well?” He asked, rocking his hips against her. “Do you intend to continue?”

  She hesitantly reached forward, laying her hand upon his chest. She began to mimic the motions he had shown her, though her movements were unsure.

  He made a sound of displeasure in his throat. “Perhaps you prefer me like this?” He asked, closing his eyes, pretending not to notice what she was doing.

  Strangely enough, it did help. She was so new to this that the pressure of him watching her was too much. While he kept his eyes closed, she was able to explore different movements and sensations. He did nothing to distract her, though she could tell as he grew even larger inside that he was enjoying himself.

  Then she remembered what he'd done before, with his tongue. It had felt so incredible, she wanted that again. She wondered if she could do it correctly? She trailed her fingertips down her own body until they were in position. And then she began to do what she'd been taught all her life was wrong... she touched herself.

  The pleasure was almost instantaneous. She had already been so excited, so warm deep inside of her belly that the merest touch was enough to send her off into moans of ecstasy. But it wasn't enough for her. She knew instinctively there was more, an even deeper place of pleasure she could go.

  And so she kept the pressure at that tiny pearl, kept circling it, stimulating it. Further and further she went down that dark path, bouncing up and down on his tremendous appendage, exciting her body until she could take no more. A hot, white wave passed through her body shaking her to her very core. She was blind and deaf, every part of her body focused on that one exquisite release.

  The feeling of hands on either side of her hips brought her crashing back to reality. Her mate was sitting up, a low growl escaping his throat. His eyes were smoldering with hot need.

  But she was tender then, so soon after reaching that apex of pleasure, and his every touch sent shock waves of orgasm down her body. Instinctively she fought back against him, trying to stop what he was doing, trying to get away from him.

  It was the wrong move.

  “Do not fight me. You are mine.”

  The declaration sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She knew she was his. It was exactly what she wanted. He grabbed her under her rear, smoothly coming to his feet while still buried deep inside of her. He held her tightly, suspended in mid-air. She'd never been held like this. He was so strong, it was as if she weighed nothing. She, who'd been teased for so long because of her size. He held her so easily in his huge arms. A low growl escaped his throat.

  He slammed her into a nearby tree, causing another cry to rip from her throat. His eyes were so intense, she could swear they began to glow.

  It was then his true assault upon her began.

  He yanked himself almost free of her, only the bare tip inside, then slammed himself home. Again he pulled himself out, again he slammed inside. She could feel the tree bark biting into her bare skin and even that excited her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him access to every part of her body.

  “You dared to fight me. You dared to touch me while I slept. You keep earning punishments, my mate...” He leaned forward, trailing his tongue down her neck, into her shoulder. She felt his teeth suddenly digging into her flesh.

  She'd thought it was all she could take before, but he'd found yet another round of excitement deep inside her. She spasmed and exploded, the mixture of pleasure from his thrusts and the pain of the bites and the bark being far too much for her. Her canal worked at his thickness, milking it tightly, forcing him to lose control.

  He'd lost his rhythm and she felt him tremble. A final hard stab deep inside of her, and he too erupted, spilling wave after wave of his thick seed deep inside of her womb.

  He kept her pinned to the tree for several long moments as he caught his breath. Finally, he raised his head, his masculine features regarding her for a long moment.

  “I have chosen my mate well,” he congratulated himself.

  A smile touched her lips. She reached forward and cupped his cheek gently. He returned the smile. As he began to extract himself from her, he spoke softly. “You will not be so dominant when you are being punished, my mate.”

  She frowned as she finally once more had her footing. Her legs were wobbly, but she could stand. “What do you mean?”

  “When my wolves come to punish you.”

  “What do you mean, I thought that I was your mate? I thought I was free from punishment? You still intend to hurt me? You intend to kill me?”

  Concern crossed his face. “Of course not.”

  “Then why are you giving me to your wolves?”

  “It is our way.” He began to remove the bindings from his hair, pulling forth a long leather string. He took one of her hands in his own, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. He slowly moved behind the tree, bringing her hand with him. Then he reached out and grabbed the other wrist, pulling them together behind the tree. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized he was tying her wrists behind the tree.

  “Wait, is the punishment to begin now?” She asked, the hint of fear creeping into her voice.

  She felt his nails trail along his skin, slowly, raising goosebumps. He walked in a slow circle around her, his body changing as he did so. When once more he stood in front of her, he had become something truly demonic, a horrible creature of nightmare. He was a wolf-man.

  His countenance had once more grown lupine, but it did not stop there. Thick gray fur grew before her eyes, as his body grew taller, even more muscular. When his change was complete, he looked more beast than man, despite the fact he stood on two legs. Her eyes were unwittingly drawn between his legs. He had grown to staggering proportions.

  He leaned forward, his sharp teeth next to her ear. His voice was strangely accented as he tried to form th
e words through his different mouth. “You must let my wolves have you, my mate. It is your punishment.”

  She began to struggle against the ropes, afraid. “This is wrong! You said I belonged to you!”

  “And so you do. What of it?”

  She was aghast. Were his native ways truly so savage? “How can I be your mate if you allow others to take me?”

  Again he looked puzzled, a strange emotion on his wolven face. “It does not change that I have claimed you.” He shook his head again, and slowly let his clawed hands caress from her neck, down to her heavy breasts. His eyes, though so recently satiated, were still hungry for her curvaceous form.

  “But you said I was your mate, your one and only! That it is stronger than marriage...” she protested.

  “I see. Your European standards.” He let his clawed fingers circle her nipples, and even though he was an unnatural creature, she did not find herself repulsed by his touch. “This is not our way. My people do not chain their women to only one lover for their lives. How cruel to deny you pleasure! What if I were away, would you truly deny yourself until I returned?”

  “Of course!” She began, and he lay his other clawed finger over her lips, silencing her.

  He considered her words for a long moment. “Yes, I believe you would, my mate. You denied your most pleasurable years in waiting for this 'marriage' you speak of. You have much to make up for.”

  “I...” she felt the flush creep to her cheeks.

  “There is no shame in enjoying your body. If it pleases you, I shall watch as your punishment commences?” He chuckled darkly and pinched her nipple between two of those sharp nails. A squeak of pleasure escaped her throat. “Of course you understand, if you enjoy it too much, it may not count as punishment.” He laughed darkly.

  She let his words sink in. After all, this was their culture, not her own. Had he tried to bring her into civilized society, perhaps this would have been different. Instead, she must follow their rules.

  She knew then, if she asked, he would release her. He would let her go into the town, living her life as an old maid. Maybe they'd ask her to teach kids or to do the mending or some other nonsense.

  Having so recently tasted the pleasures that she might obtain, she could not give it up. She wanted this, desperately. She was even curious about the pleasures of other men. And her mate encouraged it.

  But it was wrong, wasn't it?

  But what had being the good girl gotten her out of life? Maybe it was time to embrace the darkness. Maybe it was time to truly surrender to lust. This was the most alive she'd ever felt.

  She nodded her consent.

  CHAPTER 3

  The Wolf King's laughter echoed through the forest. She wondered if he were excited by this, to watch two of his wolves take her. He threw his head back, an unearthly howl piercing the sky.

  She heard an answering howl, then another, and a third. The night grew still then, as the Wolf King turned from her. He moved to the other side of the clearing, settling on top of a log as regally as if it were a throne. He leaned back against another tree. He was nude and ferocious, and very clearly ready to watch.

  Suddenly a wolf plunged into the clearing. Not long afterward a second emerged through the underbrush. He was nearly overrun by the third, who'd not easily been able to stop himself. Emma's eyes grew wide and she looked to the beast who claimed her as mate. She swallowed deeply.

  These were no normal wolves. They were far larger and angrier. She could see the spittle dropping from their jaws. A low growl came from one, and another tripped to nip at her feet. Tied as she was to the tree, she could do nothing about it. She jerked away, causing the leather to tighten around her wrists. Her mate smiled ferally at her predicament.

  The wolf who was in the back began to jerk back and forth strangely. Before her eyes, it was as if his stomach split wide open, though there was no blood or viscera. Instead, another dark, muscular Blackfoot man stepped out, tossing the wolven skin to the side. He stepped in front of her bound form, nude and quite aroused.

  “You shot me...” He said, his eyes full of fury and lust. His hand slowly moved to his thickness, running up and down its length. “So I intend to shoot you.” He crossed the distance between them almost instantly, tangling his fist in her hair. He pulled her head back with a jerk, exposing her neck to him.

  His voice was a whisper as he leaned over her helpless form. “But I don't miss.” He growled, and stabbed his throbbing manhood deep inside of her at the same time as he buried his teeth into her neck.

  Emma couldn't help it. She'd been brought to the brink and over it so many times, but his sheer cruelty was too much. She felt her body contract and explode, her juices pouring from her and over his hardness, seeping down his legs.

  A snarl escaped his throat. “You are not to enjoy this punishment!” He jerked himself out of her and looked to his right and left. “Lower her.”

  Both of the other wolves slid free from their skins. It was as incredible to watch as the Wolf King's transformation, but very different. Clearly that was why these men were skinwalkers, and he was the king.

  The other two men were so alike as to be twins. They certainly moved as if they were born in the same womb. They moved to either side of her, forcing her to her knees. Her arms became tighter against the bark of the tree as it was larger lower to the ground.

  The leader of the pack laughed darkly as he slowly ran his length along her lips. Then, with no further warning, he stabbed it inside her mouth, down her throat. He held it there as she gasped for air, laughing as the fear once more shot down her spine. Her mate had promised her she'd be alright!

  Just as the world was starting to go black, he jerked himself out of her again. The cruelty in his face was so intense, but so human. No, he was not like his king, she knew it for sure. And he stabbed himself back down her throat, just as quickly, but even further. He was so long that he easily reached the back of her throat. He held it there, just as before, until she was fearful of not catching another breath.

  “Open wider...” He growled. But she truly was doing the best she could! She tried to relax her jaw, to let him even greater access. He took it. With each successive thrust he curved further and further down her esophagus.

  He grabbed her neck in his fist, laughing cruelly. “I can feel myself in your throat,” he said, and ran his fingertip along her neck, proving it. The thought of being so deep seemed to be too much for him. He began to pump, furiously. He used her as nothing but an object, something to chase his own pleasure.

  Why did it excite her so?

  She'd spent her entire life waiting for some storybook romance. She'd wanted a man to take her, make her his bride. Instead she was servicing a man as punishment, while her first lover watched. Not to mention the twins who stood nearby, patiently stroking themselves as they watched. This was not at all what she expected. But her mind and body truly wanted it, no matter how depraved it was.

  She began to suck.

  It was too much for him. He lost his rhythm, but stabbed inside her throat a few more deep times before finally jerking himself out of her. His hand flew to stroke, as he exploded all over her face, coating her with his milky juices.

  She blinked in surprise. The man kept stroking, and more and more juices sprayed across her face. Finally, when no more could be released, he stated simply, “I told you I didn't miss.”

  Before she could react to his words, both of the twins stood in front of her, their manhoods equally erect. One jerked her head to shove into her mouth, before the other jerked her away to do the same. They fought over her long enough that she'd coated both of their hardnesses in her saliva. Finally, above her, they seemed to come to some sort of conclusion. One knelt next to her, caressing and molding her ample breasts, while the other furiously began to pump inside her mouth. The one below pushed her breasts together, making himself a canal to pump while his brother used her mouth savagely.

  She was learning so many new things. I
t would never have occurred to her to use her breasts in such a way, but the man below did, twin moans matching their synchronized thrusts. But she could help the one at her mouth, and so she did, sucking him as well. Almost instantly he jerked out of her mouth, erupting in her face and adding to the juices that already covered her countenance.

  His seed was still spraying when he was shoved out of the way in favor of his brother. That one leaned his body against the tree, holding himself up, while using his hips to thrust in and out of her mouth, stabbing deeply. But he fell prey to her powers just as easily. Those rough thrusts ended quickly, exploding once down her throat, coating her esophagus., before pulling out mid eruption, adding even more to the seed upon her face.

  That was when the Wolf King stepped from the shadows. He laughed darkly at the three spent men, lying in disarray around her. His lustful amber eyes took in her ill used form.