Beastmen & Shapeshifters: Three Breeding Stories (2 page)

She ground her hips down to his and forced his cock deep within
her.

Dan moaned as he was pushed inside her.

Kelli clenched her fingers on his shoulders and rode him with a
fierce need. The feel of his big dock slipping in and out of her
made her shudder. She squeezed his shoulders and lowered her mouth
back to his. His tongue flicked out--it was longer than it had any
right to be--and passed over her lips. She opened her mouth and
sucked it inside. When she did, he took hold of her hips and thrust
himself into her harder and faster. She closed her eyes and focused
on building the wave of pleasure that was slowly spreading out from
her pussy.

She felt Dan shudder again.

“Ohhhh,” he moaned.

His dick grew even harder inside her. He grabbed her hips and
shoved them down onto his dick. He pushed it deeper inside, a slow
grinding motion of his cock rubbing through her. He came with a
groan and a shudder. She could feel the hot cum pool within
her.

Dan lay still and panted for breath. Kelli sat back on his legs
and looked at him. Her pussy still ached for cock and he was spent.
She looked to the other guys. They were both sitting and watching
her and Dan.

“He blow his load already?” the one on the left
asked. She wasn’t sure if he had been the top or the
bottom.

She nodded.

“He always does.” The guy snickered.

“Be nice, boys,” Dan said. He patted her arm.
“I’m sorry baby. I can’t help myself.”

She sighed. “It’s okay.”

Dan could clearly tell that it wasn’t okay at all.
“I’ll finish the job in fifteen minutes if you want to
wait.”

“Hell, I’ll finish it now,” the one that had
mocked Dan offered. “I’m Scott, by the way.”

She looked from Dan to Scott.

“I don’t mind,” Dan said.

She wasn’t sure if she felt comfortable fucking two
strangers in one day, so she didn’t respond.

“I guess I’ll go keep watch,” the other one
said. He shifted from man to wolf and slipped out of the cave.

Scott stood up. His cock was prodigious. It had to be seven
inches and it wasn’t even hard. She gawked at the sight of
it. Scott just laughed and lifted it. “Going once, going
twice…”

Kelli climbed up from Dan. “Okay,” she said.
Dan’s cum dripped from her pussy onto his chest, but she
didn’t care. She needed dick. She needed dick like
she’d never needed anything in her life. What was it about
this cave? It made her feel so primal.

Scott stroked his cock and it perked up immediately. It was
indeed enormous. She caught herself actually salivating and had to
wipe her chin. He sat on a pallet along the opposite wall and let
her walk over to him.

She straddled him and lowered herself toward his big, throbbing
cock. She spread her pussy with her fingers and guided his cock
into her. He was bigger than Dan. Much bigger. She shivered as her
pussy spread around his big rod of meat.

Scott leaned back on his elbows and watched her mount him. He
made a noise that sounded like something between a growl and a
purr. She rode him slowly at first then built to a more frenetic
rhythm. When she increased her speed, he began to thrust into her
harder to meet her.

“Keep doing that,” she moaned.

He wrapped his hands around her ass and pulled her down as he
thrust up into her.

She rode up and down the length of his dick and let it plunge
ever deeper within her. She leaned forward and pushed her breasts
into his face. He flicked his tongue over her nipples until they
were tight and hard.

Another pair of hands caressed her shoulders. “Hey
there,” Dan whispered in her ear. He nudged her forward and
Scott pulled her flat on top of him until he was on his back and
they were pressed chest to chest.

Dan slid behind her and she felt his slick fingers massage her
asshole. She shivered, but didn’t tell him to stop. He pushed
a finger against her tight pucker and it slipped inside. She pushed
herself back into it and let him push it deeper into her. It
stroked in and out a few times then a second finger followed the
first.

She shivered with pleasure. The fingers shot a sensation through
her that she had never imagined.

“You ready for the real thing?” Dan asked.

“Let me have it,” she panted.

Dan’s fingers withdrew and the fat, hard tip of his cock
pressed against her. He gripped her hips and pushed himself into
her ass. His cock was bigger than his fingers had been, but it was
slick her juices and slid right in.

Kelli lay still and let the two burly men sandwiching her pound
her in both holes. She wrapped her arms around Scott and squeezed
his shoulders to hold herself steady. The rhythm of the two giant
dicks thrusting back and forth inside her built steady waves of
pleasure.

The waves built and built. And then.

She shattered.

“Yesss,” she screamed. She bucked against the dicks
as they slipped back and forth within her. Hot waves of passion
coursed through her and her whole body tingled from her fingers to
her toes and everywhere in between.

Scott and Dan came in unison. Their cocks made long, deep
thrusts into her and vibrated as they came. Hot globs of cum pumped
into her and filled her. She clawed at Scott’s chest and sank
her teeth into his shoulder.

And then all was still. Dan slipped his dick out of her ass and
Scott lifted her off him and lay her on her back on the pallet
beside him.

Scott stood over her prone form and winked at her. In a blink he
shifted from man to wolf. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he
trotted to the covering blocking the mouth of the cave and ducked
under it and out into the daylight.

“Some romantic he is,” Kelli said.

Dan snorted. “He is what is. A big, dumb
animal.”

Kelli went to her original pallet and pulled on her pants.
“So what now? The search parties will surely be out with the
dawn.”

“I imagine you’re right. I’ll take you back to
your plane. The Luongos won’t return until
nightfall.”

“And if no one finds me today?”

“I’ll escort you back here in the evening, if you
like.”

Kelli followed him to the entrance and out into the light. She
shivered when she reached the clearing in front the cave. It was as
if a spell had been lifted. She remembered what she had just done,
but it was like it had happened to someone else and she had just
been watching.

“The search party will find me.”

Dan shrugged. “If you say so. Follow me.” He shifted
into a wolf and led her back toward the plane and back toward
reality.

###

Captured by Werewolves

Smoke boiled over the houses on the eastern side of town.
Margaux pulled her scarf tighter around her nose, trying to keep
the acrid odor at bay. Coins rattled in her purse as she ran. It
wasn’t much, but it would help when—if—she
actually reached Guilder. There wasn’t much hope left in the
town, but she still clung to a thread. She had a little gold in her
pocket and passage on a ship. The Pretender’s army boiled
through the breaches in the eastern wall and the only thing keeping
them from her part of the city was the smoke and the distance.

Yassine ran ahead of her, and her eyes followed his lithe
figure. She watched his uniform and cloak bounce and twist as he
glided over the cobblestones. The army wouldn’t be happy when
they realized he was gone, but there wouldn’t be much of the
army left in a day or two, anyway. Further ahead, a ship’s
boy led them through the city’s alleys toward the docks.

Gods, let the ship still be there
, she thought. Her
father hadn’t managed to do much in the last days before the
city fell, but he’d gotten them booked onto a merchant ship
captained by one of his former protégés. Then
he’d caught an arrow in the throat before the papers for
their passage had arrived. Just moments ago the runner had come,
asking where she was and telling her they were leaving within the
hour.

She stumbled out of the alley, trying to keep up with Yassine
and her messenger. There, at the end of the furthest pier, men
scurried through the rigging of a ship. She recognized it as a
three-masted brig, her father’s education about his trading
business actually doing her some good for a change. She raced
across the cobblestone pier, dodging clumps of soldiers on one side
and clumps of horse dung on the other. She wished she had
Yassine’s grace and stamina.

At least the crowds are gone.
The soldiers glared at
them, and one even started after Yassine, but a man in armor
didn’t have a chance at running him down, not with his lead.
They hardly even noticed her.

She left the soldiers behind and wove onto the pier itself.
Coils of tarry rope and the shattered remains of crates littered
her path. She dodged what she could and leapt what she
couldn’t. Finally, she came to a panting halt at the foot of
the gang plank.

“What do we have here?” a burly sailor asked. He
slapped a thick length of something—bone or wood, Margaux
couldn’t tell—against his palm. Whatever it was, he
looked like he knew how to use it.

“The girl the cap’n told me to fetch,” the
messenger boy said. He darted up the plank and disappeared beyond
the rail.

“Yassine Renard,” Yassine said. “King’s
Cavalry.”

“Margaux Gavois,” she said. She bent over, her hands
on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Yassine helped her to her
feet and wrapped a protective arm around her.

“Ah, the famous swordsman, fleeing like a rat.” He
chuckled. “Can’t say I blame you.” He looked at
Margaux. “Do you have luggage, miss?”

“Your boy said the ship was ready to sail. We came as fast
as we could.”

“Well, get on the ship. There’s no time to go back
for it now.”

The sailor followed them up the plank. She stepped onto the deck
and swept her eyes across the ship. Wiry men climbed through the
rigging like monkeys in the king’s zoo while others unwound
ropes and did sailorly things she didn’t understand. Everyone
looked like they moved with purpose.

An older, better attired man descended a narrow staircase and
approached her. “Miss Gavois, a pleasure to see you again. I
regret most terribly to hear of your father.”

“As do I, Captain. Thank you for taking us.”

“It is the least I could do for the daughter of Laurant
Gavois.” He glanced at Yassine. “Mr. Arnaud?”

Yassine nodded.

“Welcome to the
Sea Hart
. I am Captain
Smyth.” He bowed. “Margaux, where is your
luggage?”

She returned his bow. “There wasn’t time. I brought
a change of clothes.”

“I see.” He wrung his hands. “We’ll do
everything we can to make the passage easier for you.”

“Thank you, captain.”

“Very well then,” the captain said. “The
bo’sun will show you to your cabin. I regret that
you’ll have to share with another passenger.”

“Share?”

“Aye, I’m sorry. I loved your father, miss, but I
have to look after the ship, you understand.”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“There we are.” He spun on his heel and strode away,
bellowing orders to the sailors as he went.

“This way,” the sailor with the cudgel said.

Margaux followed him, nervous and excited all at once.

***

The wind blew the hem of her dress tight against her legs, but
Margaux focused on the sailor before her. He held his sword up in
front of him, circling her, looking for an opening.

“Stop,” Yassine said. He stepped between them.
“Bo’sun, you had her. She let her tip fall low and
left. Strike, man. Strike.”

“Yes, lieutenant,” the older man said.

“Margaux, you have to keep the sword up and ready,”
Yassine told her. He tweaked her bottom, making her jump. “It
doesn’t matter how heavy it seems.”

She shot him a fake glare. “Okay,” she said. She
hefted the wooden sword again, her arms burning with the
effort.

As soon as Yassine stepped out of the way, she lunged and jabbed
Bo’sun Murray in his meaty shoulder. She grinned. “Too
slow, bo’sun.”

“That’s not fair, lass.” He appealed to
Yassine. “She didn’t even wait for you to say
‘ready.’”

Yassine shrugged. “Combat isn’t fair. A point to the
lady. Swords up. Swords ready. Fight.”

The bo’sun lunged for her, but she saw it coming by before
he ever moved. His eyes and his hips gave him away. She danced
aside, laughing. “Too slow!”

Margaux tried to slice him along the thigh, but he blocked her
with his sword and forced her back. He swung at her faster and
faster, forcing her across the deck. There was no malice in his
eyes, but she could see his will to win. He had the grace of an ox,
but he was three times her size, so she took care to stay away from
his weapon.

“Bo’sun Murray, I need you at the wheel,” the
captain called down from the deck above.

The bo’sun sighed and lowered his sword. “I had you
on the run, lass. And nearly out of deck.”

Margaux grinned. “Divine providence, sir. I’ll take
my victories any way I can get them.” She pranced back across
the deck and wrapped her arms around Yassine. “Am I doing
better?”

“You’re doing amazingly well, dear,” he said.
“For a merchant’s daughter.”

She pushed him away and shot him a fake glare. “For a
merchant’s daughter? You watch your words, sir, or I’ll
have to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Yassine bowed. “I’m at your service, mademoiselle. I
see Giselle near the bow. Shall we take that lesson in our cabin
now or…”

The bo’sun thumped down beside them. “Folks, we have
a real ship-tosser of a storm brewing. When it gets closer,
we’ll need the ladies to stay in their cabin.”

“What do you need me to do?” Yassine asked.

“I’ll be running the deck. If you could help the
captain hold the wheel, we’d be mighty
appreciative.”