The Wolf Sacrifice (2 page)

“You grew up very beautiful, Dasha.” He
whispered.

“You spied on me so you could eat me later!”
Somehow Dasha fear had melted into a new and deeper anger. What a
betrayal, that the man she had dreamed about since she was young
about would turn out to be this… this
monster.
He was a
murderer of young women, terror on her village.

“How dare you! I have lived in fear because
of you, ever since I was young.
Beautiful,
is that all you
care about, you fools? The people of the village are good and
strong, and you are a curse on them!”

Volk laughed, but he didn’t seem so sure
now.

“Hurry up and kill me, I don’t want to look
at your face.”

Dasha’s eyes blazed. She folded herself up,
and lay down on the stone slab. The rock beneath her was ice cold,
but she no longer cared. She stared at the moon and bared her
teeth.

“I told you she was our mate.” Volk said, to
the others.

Dasha listened in spite of herself.

Fyor answered with a growl. “You were right,
happy? She also hates us. We are doomed because of you, Volk. You
walked too long on two legs and you’ve lost your sense. We should
take her and kill her.”

“No!” Volk snarled, but Raka’s high and
knife-bright voice cut in.

“We should show her pleasure, and promise not
to eat her dull villagers.”

Dasha sat up at that.

“What does that mean?” She demanded.

Volk spoke for them as the others circled
dangerously, sniffing at her exposed body.

“You are our mate - you are the Wolf Queen.”
He explained grudgingly. “The real one, not like the other weak,
pretty girls they keep sending us. They read it wrong… it was never
‘beautiful’ at all. It was …” Volk paused, hesitant, before saying
a word that was half howl.

Then he snarled.

“There is
still
no word. ‘Fierce’,
maybe. Perhaps you are beautiful, we don’t care. You smell like our
mate. If you stay with us we will never harm them again -- those
dull, stupid humans in the valley.”

Dasha remembered rough hands on her body, and
bright gold eyes in the darkness of her mind. Her feet were warm
and her body seemed not to hurt any more.
Am I dying, or am I
healed?
Some undeniable heat was welling in her at this
prospect… the three wolves and her alone…

“You are
ours
now
.
” Volk seemed
to answer the question in her mind. ”Wolves do not die of cold.
Dasha… please…”

He met her eyes, this dark-haired, gorgeous
monster. There was snow caught in his hair, dusting the bear-skin
he had draped over himself. She could see a sliver of skin at the
throat- he was naked beneath it. What she saw in his eyes she had
not expected. Because it was… love. Undeniable love.

She worried that he could see the love in her
eyes, too.

“Fine,” she announced. Her voice only
trembled a little. “Do I have to wear the stupid crown?”

It was as if the morning were a pale shadow
of what happened now in the light of the moon. Tall, hard Fyor
became a man of hulking proportions, and his hands were like the
hands of a blacksmith’s apprentice she had once kissed. He was the
one who took her from the stone, and laid her down on the skin she
had discarded. The soft wool tickled her arms deliciously as he
pressed her into it. In the moonlight she could make out with
extraordinary clarity the hard ridged muscles of his body, the
rough line of a peasants jaw. His eyes were bright in the darkness
under a heavy brow, and all over his chest there was rough hair
that smelled of sweat and dirt. Yet he was almost gentle to her as
he touched her body. She was nervous, and flinched away at first,
but soon his warm hands had her squirming with delight as they
roved over her.

Three men, I will be an outcast.
Yet
she didn’t care, and these were not men, anyway. The longer she
looked into the wolf’s golden eyes the less she trembled to feel
his rough hands on her breasts, teasing the nipples… he growled
softly. He moved somewhat like a wild animal, like he didn’t know
quite how to be a proper human man. He moved
fearlessly
. His
hard fingers slipped down her belly and into the soft crevice
between her thighs. She was suddenly afraid again and she made a
small and unwilling noise. Suddenly she felt another pair of hands
on her sides, and then hot lips were pressed to her nipple. A
wickedly dexterous tongue curled around it, and she couldn’t help
but let out a slight moan.

When she peered down she saw that Raka too
had taken human form. He was a slight young man with pale hair that
gleamed in the dark. His body was muscled too, but not like Fyor's
hard bulk. More like the body of the hounds her father kept – lean
and strong. And his tongue was sweet and sure and he worked her
whole body, while he made a whine of deep need in the back of his
throat. The two wolves were touching her everywhere they could
reach, ravaging every inch of skin with teasing lips, sharp raking
teeth, hard hands. She was moaning and writhing beneath them soon
with a lust she had never dreamed of in her own self-pleasuring.
Was this what it was to know a man’s touch?

No… the heat of the gods’ skin, the bright
glow of their eyes, this was beyond any man. One of Fyor’s strong
fingers had parted the lips of her sex, making her yelp and squirm
away. But his other hand on her shoulder pinned her down as easily
as if she were a pup, and the finger stroked slowly, roving, and
she realized suddenly that she was wet.
Very
wet. His finger
drew out her own slickness and spread it over her thighs, and
dipped just slightly into the hot, liquid well of her sex. Hot
flushes raced over her. She could see the two wolves’ manhood’s
standing tall and hard in the moonlight, quivering with wanting.
Where is Volk?

The other wolf,
her
wolf, as she had
started to think of him, was standing to the side. His teeth were
bared and he looked at the three twined together on the sheepskin
with a crazed fire burning in his eyes. Yet he held back, for some
reason.

Raka’s hands pressed her thighs hard apart.
He was rougher than Fyor, forgetting himself in his wildness. His
lips closed over her the secret juncture of her thighs and his
tongue squirmed deep inside her. She screamed then, as he lapped
wildly at her sex. Each time his tongue passed her sensitive nub it
shot a lightning-bolt of pure pleasure up her spine, and made her
howl. He growled into her slit, enjoying the noise she was making.
She could tell he was pleased with her reactions, the way she cried
out when he pinched her nipples, and raked her sides with clawed
hands. Fyor had settled to pinning her down, licking and touching
the top half of her body. She enjoyed the feeling of her soft
breasts cupped in those warm, rough hand as he played with them.
His other hand pinned crushed her down and held her steady for
Raka’s ravaging tongue.

She was moaning now, and her hips bucked
against his eager mouth and he flicked her sensitive bud with his
tongue. How did a Wolf God learn to pleasure a woman like this? She
didn’t care, she seemed to be drowning in a hot well of ecstasy,
and all that mattered were the bodies pressed against her, the hot
skin dripping sweat even in the ice cold of the mountain air. Raka
teased her nether lips between his sharp teeth, and she yelped and
writhed. This seemed to excite him, and he bit down too hard,
drawing a flush of pain through her till she screamed.

Volk crashed into him with a snarl that was
not even slightly human, and his teeth were like bright needles in
the moonlight as he snapped at Raka’s throat and pinned him to the
ground.

“Show some respect to our mate, whelp!” his
fist collided with Raka’s ribs and the smaller man made a whine
like a kicked puppy. Fyor chuckled slightly, not even stopping his
caressing of her body. His fingers dove into her where Raka had
left off, and he stroked her, cradling her body and sliding his
hand in and out of that virgin sex, keeping her wet and on the
brink with expert touches. His lips pressed over hers and they
kissed slow and hot as Volk pinned the unruly Raka to the dirt,
snarling. Fyor’s tongue burst between her lips and twined with hers
as she moaned into his mouth, grinding against him. His hard
fingers explored every inch of her soft interior.

Dasha couldn’t help moaning in pleasure, even
as she watched Volk beating Raka with his fists. After a few
seconds Raka had whined his submission, and Volk released him with
one final, warning snarl. They both returned to Dasha’s body, but
Volk had seemed to grow jealous of the other two. She met his eyes
over Fyor’s huge shoulder, smiled at him through a haze of
pleasure. He looked shocked.

“She is mine, her maidenhead is mine.” Volk
announced suddenly, with a growl of warning in the back of his
throat. Fyor snarled, and for a moment his whole body tensed. The
two stared at each other, while Fyor’s hands worked inside her and
Dasha moaned helplessly. Whoever wanted her, she would be theirs
now. She was long past resistance.

Fyor surrendered her silently. Dasha whined
in disappointed lust as his fingers slipped free of her sex, but in
a flash Volk was there pinning her down, his mouth pressed hungrily
over hers. She felt the steel hard tip of his cock pressed against
her trembling slit. A quiver of fear came over her, but the lust
was stronger. She bucked her hips slightly. That was all the
encouragement he needed, and the wolf savagely thrust his entire
huge self into her. Her virgin wall was burst in an instant and she
screamed in pain, clawing at his back as he drew out and rammed
himself home again. After a while she was screaming not so much
from pain as from an excruciating kind of pleasure that threatened
to tear her apart. Her virgin hole was stretched further than it
had ever been, filled with the massive length of Volk’s member as
he plowed into her. He was howling and kissing her with ferocious
desperation as he rutted her like she was a bitch in heat. The
climax was building in waves of pain and delight, welling up from
her stomach, fired by the contact of his skin and his lips, his
burning gaze piercing her.

Her body writhed helplessly in his grasp as
she was engulfed in that fire, screaming into the night like she
was truly dying. Her tortured slit convulsed around him and he too
started to come, snarling in raw satisfaction as a white torrent
filled her up, and spilled out around the sides to trickle down the
inside of his thighs. The two of them lay their panting in
exhaustion, Dasha whimpering slightly from the pain of her
deflowering. His body was like the sauna, an inexhaustible heat
that wrapped her up. He kissed her throat. His breath was hot in
her ear as he whispered, but it was slow and raw. It was hard for
him to say, even after this cataclysmic lovemaking. “I… have always
loved you.”

“I think… I think I love you too.” She
answered, in a voice that was as thin and faint as the rustling of
leaves.

When he pulled out from her, it was like a
part of her was gone and she whimpered helplessly. He left a sticky
white trail behind him as he rose, dragging himself away. The other
two had been waiting, she realized, and they’d been stroking
themselves to stay ready. She would need to serve their needs too,
if she was their mate.

Volk nodded to them. Fyor and Raka fell on
her with an exultant howl, and she screamed as almost
instantaneously Fyor’s larger cock rammed into her ravaged passage.
He forced her thighs apart with his hands to savage her better. She
screamed over and over again as that massive cock split her open,
until Raka snatched a fistful of her hair and shoved his own member
into her mouth until she gagged. The salt taste of his seed filled
her mouth. She had never pleasured a man like this before and the
feeling of his cock surging against the back of her throat was
agonizing. Still, she tried to lick him with her tongue and please
him, and his raw moans told her she was doing something right. The
wolves used her with deadly efficiency, snatching her back and
forth between them like a piece of meat they were fighting over. A
heat began to build in her again even over the pain, something she
hadn’t thought was possible. Fyor’s huge cock was stretching her
even further as he growled, and he held her by the hips to force
himself deeper. She found herself moaning again.

Suddenly Raka’s cock slipped from her mouth,
leaving the taste of sweat and seed behind. A thin white filament
clung to her hair. The two moved until she was straddling Fyor’s
cock with her back exposed to the cold mountain air. His hard
fingers reached around her and parted the lush cheeks of her
buttocks, and she made a sound that was a kind of desperate wail as
she realized what was happening. Raka's fingers choked off her cry
as he forced them into her mouth. Then when they were slick with
spittle he removed them, and, very delicately, he rubbed the
sensitive bud between those trembling cheeks. She flinched.

“I’m sorry I bit you, Dasha, I got too
excited.” He was saying, and she heard the youth in his voice and
knew he was telling the truth. His voice was raw with lust still.
His fingers rubbed, and what was at first strange resolved itself
into a pleasant tingling in that other hole, even as Fyor rocked
her back and forth, fucking her harder. The pressure increased, and
suddenly his finger sank inside her to the first knuckle. She
screamed into Fyor’s strong chest, and felt tears running down her
face.

“Shhh Dasha...” Raka’s other hand stroked her
hair, calming her. His finger was gentle, but the feeling was still
so wrong. “Let me in.” He said gently. “Push back.” She looked over
to where Volk sat with his back against a tree, watching them.
Their eyes met, and she saw a kind of desperate lust there.
If
it will please him…
Dasha did as she was told, as best she knew
how. She pushed, but the finger was not expelled and instead sank
deeper inside her. Raka began to move them in and out. “Good girl.”
He added another finger, stretching that sensitive hole like it
never had been before. The pain of those fingers turned to a
pooling heat as he touched something deep inside her.