Her Viking Wolves: 50 Loving States, Michigan (17 page)

I exhale sharply, the air rushing from my body in a giant whoosh. Of course I know what he’s doing. I may be a virgin—well, at least I was until yesterday—but people talk, and Dark Wolf parties have been know to get a little Season One of
Spartacus
after all the killing’s done.

But nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of having him down there, hungrily lapping at me, his tongue delving in and out of my tunnel like a thing possessed. Now I get what all the fuss is about. Oh yes I do. Because it feels like his tongue is untying some sexual knot I never knew I had down there. Melting me with a slow, uncurling ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

Behind me, FJ swells even larger against my back, his hands tightening around my waist. And I sense him struggling with his wolf when he drops his head down on my shoulder, his jaw grinding against my neck.

But his voice remains calm inside our heads.
“You do not the know the ways of human men, Brother, so I will tell you this now. This act you do make upon our she-wolf is as old as the oldest saga sung by our bards.”

Olafr’s nose grazes my clit and I cry out as a piercing pang of pleasure pulses into my womb. That’s when I grab on to his thick locks, my legs clamping close around his head.

“I have hurt her!”
Olafr cries inside our minds.

“No, Brother,”
FJ answers, inner voice deep and husky.
“You have pleased her much.”

“Then why does she fight me thusly?”

“It is the way of her human female. When her pleasure becomes too great, her body does part from her wolf’s mind and give defense.”

Looking skeptical, Olafr gives my core a tentative lap, the tip of his tongue once again making contact with the explosive button between my legs. And I can’t help it, I cry out again, my legs squeezing even tighter. It feels
so
damn good.

This time Olafr really does stop, jerking up into a kneeling position.

“She tastes good upon my tongue, Brother. But I will not let my human hurt her again.”

“Give him your voice, Varra,” FJ commands me out loud. “Assure him you are well-pleased.”

“It’s so good, Olafr,”
I push into his mind, all awkwardness out the window, replaced by aching need.
“Please, keep going, please…”

Olafr’s eyes once again glow with lust. But then he shakes his head and asks,
“Are you sure,
Varra
?”

“I vow to you, Brother, you do please her much indeed,”
FJ answers over our three-way mind link.
“You must continue in this way until it is finished. But I understand your fear, and now will I give to you help with this, so you might go even deeper.”

The next thing I feel is FJ’s hands reaching around me and prying my thighs wide apart, exposing my open pussy to Olafr. It’s so dirty. So wrong. But all I can do is moan as another wave of delicious heat rolls over my body.

“See how she gives more heat, Brother,”
FJ says over the mind link.
“See how she suffers without the pleasure your tongue would to her bring. The time has come to finish what you have started. Your future fenrir commands it, Brother.”

Wait. Did he just command his brother to eat me out?

Before I can even begin to process this, Olafr dives back down between my legs, going in with a fervor that puts me in mind of the legendary berserkers going into battle.

“I do much love the taste of you,
Varra
,”
he says inside my head, as he licks my sex.
“I must fight greatly with my human to let me have my fill.”

Then his tongue digs in deeper, his nose pushing hard into my clit.

The only thing that keeps me on the bed is FJ. His large hands still holding my legs open, his strong arms clamped on either side of my waist, and his broad chest serving as a wall at my back, so that I’m locked between him and the overwhelming pleasure of his brother’s tongue.

“Very good, Brother. You please her much. Smell how her heat does increase, how her…”
FJ stops and I feel his mind focus on me.
“
Varra
, I would have you tell us how to properly address that part of you to which Olafr pays court.”

“Vagina,”
I say through our mind link, trying to hold on to my sanity.

“I would have you say it aloud, Varra. My mind only ‘hears’ your words in my tongue.”

“Vagina,”
I answer with a gasp. “We call it the vagina.”

“Latin,” FJ says, with a frown in his voice. “No,
Varra
, Latin is far too formal. Speak to me the word used in your most common tongue. We North Wolves call it ‘kunta.’ What do your land’s wolves call it?”

So now we know where that word comes from
, I think to myself. Before confessing, “We have a word sort of like that, too. But mostly we use the word ‘pussy.’ It—” I pause, momentarily losing myself in Olafr’s deliciously relentless tongue, “It also means ‘cat.’”

“Pussy,”
he repeats into my mind, voice dripping with Viking honey.
“This word I do like for your cat. Olafr, you must now go deeper into her pussy than your tongue will allow. Take two fingers and bring them to the opening.”

I tense, not wanting a repeat of Olafr’s fumbling hands. Feeding me was one thing, but you kind of want someone to have his fine motor skills on lock before he starts rooting around in your lady parts.

As if sensing my fear, FJ says,
“Slowly, Brother. Press slowly into this space until you find her life tunnel.”

Proving himself to be the best damn pussy student I’ve ever heard of, Olafr pushes two thick fingers into me. And when he begins moving them slowly in and out of what FJ termed my “life tunnel” I moan, releasing another wave of heat into the air.

“It pleases our mate much when we claim her pussy as ours,”
FJ observes. I can feel his chest against my back, rumbling with quiet laughter.

“No!”
I deny, only to have another lush wave of heat emit from my body.
“Well, maybe…”
I admit on a mumble.

I’m saved from having to speak any further by the sensation of Olafr’s mouth returning to my pussy.

No, this definitely doesn’t hurt. In fact, the pressure of his fingers combined with the wetness of his tongue feels unbelievably good.

My back arches and for once, my human and wolf are in complete agreement. I want this. Oh God, do I want this.

“She will soon peak, Brother,”
FJ says.
“Guard well your head.”

Maybe Olafr’s wolf is fully back in control, because he hardly seems to need further coaching from FJ. His tongue digs even further into my pussy as he shifts his shoulders upwards without interrupting his slow probe of my tunnel.

Then I feel FJ’s hands move up from my thighs to cover my sweaty breasts, once again manipulating the nipples between his fingers. I whimper hard and loud, my head thrashing to the left as I push my cheek into his shoulder.

“Fasten thy eyes upon our beauty’s face and mark you the look of pleasure,”
FJ instructs Olafr
. “Make your human know it, too.”

Olafr’s dimly glowing eyes rise from his work to meet mine and I can only imagine how I must look to him: his brother’s hands kneading my full breasts, a sheen of sweat covering my skin as I pant with pleasure.

But his deep voice holds nothing but wonder as it vibrates through my mind.
“My wolf will remember you as you are now, and I will make my human treasure this moment always.”

I can’t help but moan into FJ’s chest when his large head lowers back down to my
kunta.
Then even louder when one of FJ’s rogue hands drop down to the top of my open pussy, rubbing my very engorged clit as Olafr licks. One…two…three hard circles and I’m gone, the orgasm overtaking me like a tsunami.

My legs instinctively try to snap shut around Olafr’s broad shoulders.

“Remove your fingers, Brother, so as not to cause discomfort but continue giving her your tongue,”
FJ instructs. “
Do this until her body stops quaking.”

Quaking is right. It feels like an earthquake goes off beneath Olafr’s tongue, the tremors reaching all the way to my curled toes.

And as I convulse under Olafr’s wet mouth, I can almost hear FJ smiling with filthy triumph as he says,
“Fine work, Brother. Now can I say our she-wolf has been well prepared for me. Now can I give her over to my wolf without fear, so ready is hers to receive him.”

He’s right. My human could go on like this forever, but my wolf needs more. She wants FJ now, even though I’ve just been thoroughly serviced by his brother.

“The time has come, Brother. Make way and watch as I lay my claim upon her. It’s time to push your human and test the hold of his will.”

I feel rather than see Olafr leave the bed because FJ moves me out of his lap and repositions me onto my hands and knees.

“Wait,”
I mumble over the mind link.
“Isn’t it Olafr’s turn?”

FJ is behind me now, his strong hands lining up my hips to receive his cock.

“No,
Varra
,”
he says.
“The gift—the true prize—is your second claiming.”

He mounts me then, and pushes into me with one hard thrust. My wolf howls in response, overcome with the pleasure of having his entire thick length inside of me.

“Yes,
Varra
, receive my wolf,”
he says to me, his voice feral and low. Then to his brother,
“This is when you are permitted to unleash your beast upon our mate. Only when she is ready for you, her mind and pussy hungry with need.”

“Will you take my wolf now,
Varra
?”
he asks me, his words thick with lust.

I nodded, my pussy pulsing to the beat of his dick inside me.

“My brother and I would hear the words from you,
Varra
,”
he says in a cruel sing-song.

“Yes!”
I pant, my human nerd too undone to care that his cool human is bullying me.

And just like that, Professor FJ is gone. It isn’t until now that I realize how much he’s been holding back. He’s like a feral animal on top of me, taking me so thoroughly, I don’t even know my own name.

It’s all a blur of muscles, sharp teeth, and a pounding, rocking pressure that threatens to split me in two. Loud primal screams burst from my mouth. Until my whole body roller coasters into outer space.

I feel FJ’s wolf release into me and we knot soon after.

He’s right about the first claim not being much of a prize. Though I like the sensation of having his knot inside of me, my pussy isn’t working near as hard as it did the first time we mated to keep him there. After five minutes, he unknots and slides out of me.

And that’s when I hear the harsh breathing.

I glance up to see Olafr perched in a nearby chair. And I do mean perched. He looks a lot like Tarzan. If Tarzan were a nude Viking and the chair were a tree. His body is in an almost predatory crouch, his long feet planted on the edge of the seat cushion, his knees bent, his hands clasping the armrests so thoroughly, I’m afraid he’ll snap them in two. Sweat covers his body and his breathing is labored as if it’s taking every ounce of strength he has to stay where he is.

But it’s his eyes that make my heart squeeze tight with fear.

They’re blazing with lust, but no longer glowing. Not one bit. There is no sign of his wolf at all.

And that’s when I know surer than sure that he absolutely wasn’t kidding about his human.

I
don’t look away
. All I can do is watch Olafr’s human watch me. But then the bed depresses and FJ moves swiftly between us.

“Olafr,”
he says over our shared mind link.
“Brother, can you hear me?”

No answer.

FJ seems to try again in a way I can’t hear—over their brothers’ link maybe, but I can tell it’s not working. The lights are off inside Olafr’s head. His wolf is totally gone.

“Shit of the swine,”
FJ hisses across our link. I guess that’s what passes for cussing in Old Norse.

Then he opens a drawer on the nearest nightstand and fishes out a pair of handcuffs. I look from him to the handcuffs and back again, trying to imagine why on earth he just happens to have a pair of these in his bedroom.

“Tu’s fenrir did give me these should Olafr’s human prove too difficult to control,” he explains when he sees my bug-eyed look. “I had hoped Olafr’s time with you would give him the control he needs to mate with you again but I—”

FJ’s spoken words fade into background noise when an image suddenly rams itself into my head. It’s of me, glowing with near ethereal beauty. Olafr is mounted on top of me. Fucking me hard, his teeth clamped into my shoulder as he thrusts into me…

I try to tune back in to what FJ is saying.

“—and has never known another woman. He may look the man, but he is like a boy who cannot yet control his beast.”

Okay, well I’m not sensing anything childlike about Olafr right now. The picture of him fucking me is so clear inside of my mind, it feels like it’s real. Not a memory. Not a fantasy. Something else. Like a video being played just for me.

I blink as the realization of what this is clicks on like the security lights in front of the Detroit kingdom house.

It’s Olafr.
He’s the one doing this. His wolf clearly knows how to communicate in a sophisticated fashion, but his human doesn’t. So instead of words, he’s sending me images.
Like a freaking caveman.

Tentatively, I push a picture back at him. Of me petting him. Hugging him to me as I stroke a hand over his amber dreads.

Olafr blinks, temporarily distracted. But his answering image isn’t nearly as sweet. We’re back in mini-porno land again. And he’s fucking me while I pet his hair.

Oh my…

“Go now,
Varra
,” FJ says grimly. “Move very slowly from this bed and hie away quickly to the indoor toilet pit. I will try to hold him back until you are safe—”

But at that moment, it becomes clear FJ’s escape plan is not going to work. Because I smell my now familiar heat scent punch its way into the room. Oh no!

Everything happens quickly after that. The sharp sound of cracking wood splits the air, and in a quick flash, Olafr is leaping towards me.

Before I can so much as pull my knees out from under me, he has tackled me and I’m flung face forward onto my stomach. His large body is on top of me, his dick pushing into my wet passage.

“No! No, Olafr!” I say, and in a flash of desperation I push an image into his head of me crying into the pillow after he first claimed me.

Olafr stills on top of me and raises up on his knees, which gives me some breathing room. But from the corner of my eye, I see FJ slowly moving toward him with the cuffs.

“No,”
I say to him privately.
“Let me talk to him, FJ.”

FJ stops but I can hear the grimness in his voice when he answers over our private link,
“I would not have you hurt again.”

“I know you wouldn’t,”
I answer.
“But I don’t think his human wants to hurt me. I think he’s confused and out of his mind with lust.”

I can’t say I blame the dude. With my heat scent so thick in the air, my own body is screaming at me to shut the hell up and let Olafr fuck me like a caveman. Now.

But I can’t let that happen. If Olafr’s wolf learns his human has lost control with me again, he’ll never forgive himself.

And as strange as it sounds, I’m more worried about him than I am about me right now. He was incredibly upset with himself when he claimed me that first time, so I can’t even imagine what his wolf would do if it happened again. Possibilities both tragic and macabre rush through my mind.

Nope. Not gonna happen.

I turn my head slightly so I can see Olafr on his knees behind me, and I once again send him an image of how not cool our first mating was, with me crying out in pain and his looking all sorts of apologetic afterwards. I shake my head and say, “Olafr, please…”

Then I send an image of him on his back.

He grunts and places his hands beneath me and clumsily flips me over. I now know what a rag doll must feel like in the hands of an overgrown child.

Above us I hear a stream of what I can only assume are angry Old Norse curse words.

“FJ, don’t interfere,”
I warn, even as Olafr falls back on top of me, his huge cock smashing against my core.

“
Varra
…”
FJ says, his voice full of warning.

“No!” I shout at both him and Olafr. But with Olafr, I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze hard. “No! You stop right now.”

That seems to do the trick. He once again pauses, and I can see from the expression on his face that I’ve both startled and confused him. I use his confused lag time to my advantage, squeezing my legs around his waist to keep him as “right there” as I can given the huge difference in strength between us.

Then I pet him. Just pet him. Like we’re in the snow outside the clinic again after his wolf did what it had to do to keep from hurting me.

Yes, he’s my mate in human from, not my wolf pet. But it’s clear he doesn’t care much about that distinction because he almost immediately leans into my hand, running his nose up my arm as I stroke his rough dreadlocks. And I feel his hard body softening into mine.

It’s difficult to see anything beyond Olafr from my new vantage point, but my hearing still works just fine and FJ’s Old Norse swine-bombs come to an abrupt stop.

Though I’m not sure how much Olafr’s human can understand, I whisper out loud, “You can have me. I want you to claim me. But it needs to be like this…”

I let my legs fall from around his waist and flash him an image in which he removes himself from me and lies back down in a prone position on the bed.

Another long pause and then his weight lifts.

Olafr’s human awkwardly crawls to the empty space beside me and rests his back against the pillows, just as I showed him. He looks seriously confused but at least I have his cooperation.

I quickly scramble between his legs, reaching down to take his huge cock in my hand...only to realize I have no clue what to do now.

Great. I knew I should have watched more porn. I’d at least have some idea how to proceed from here. But there was always another game to program. And sex was never on my radar. Nothing interpersonal was, really, unless I could program it.

“Um…FJ,” I say, feeling like a 200 on the 100-point “How Much More Awkward Can This Situation Get” scale. “You need to walk me through this. And fast before he goes all Incredible Hulk on me again. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

A heavy pause. And then he says,
“Take him into your mouth, taking care not to use your teeth.”

Well, here goes nothing.

I open wide and gingerly place Olafr’s huge member between my open lips, then I bob my head, instinctively suckling as I run my mouth up and down his dick. He immediately seizes up, his abs bunching as he throws back his head.

“Like this?”
I ask FJ, using our mind link for obvious reasons.

“Yes,
Varra
,”
FJ replies as if from a great distance, even though he’s inside my head.
“You do it well. Too well…”

He breaks off, and I sense FJ moving a little farther from the bed.

“You are too tempting to me in this moment,
Varra
. Now must I take myself in my hand so as keep my wolf from claiming you from behind as you attend my brother in this way.”

I can almost see FJ working himself as he watches us, and that image does something to me. A fresh wave of my heat releases into the air and Olafr yells out when I suck him even harder.

But FJ keeps going.
“Now would I have you take him by the base of his manroot. Use your hand to stroke there while your mouth upon him sucks.”

I follow FJ’s instructions to the letter and soon feel Olafr’s hands in my yarn locs, pushing my head down as he pushes more of himself into my mouth. I choke, my gag reflex triggering. But his hands are so strong, I can’t get away.

Cold panic starts to douse my heat state, but then an idea comes to me. I send him a quick image of how this feels for me. And his hands immediately fall away. I take the opportunity to sit back and study him, his dick shiny with my saliva. Okay, heat switch totally flipped back on.

“FJ, I think…he’s ready,”
I say, feeling more sultry than I ever would have thought possible just a couple of days ago.

“Yea,
Varra
, I believe this also. Take care.”

It feels like he wishing me well before a long trip, and I do feel like some sort of sex pioneer as I climb on top of him. Once positioned, I place a knee on either side of his large body, and send him an image asking that he stay completely still, no matter what.

He responds with a low grunt which I interpret to mean, “Me Olafr, you woman. Fuck now.” But I’ve gotten this far…

With a huge gulp and a seriously epic leap of courage, I guide his enormous erection toward my entrance. Not gonna lie. What I’m doing feels like a whole lot of crazy. He’s huge.

I have to take a moment to remind myself that he fit in there before, and unless I’ve mysteriously shrunk in size, he’ll most likely fit again.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” I say aloud to both of us as I rise up above his dick and slowly lower myself down.

My slick walls part and begin to take in his ginormous erection. I’m moving at an incredibly slow pace, pushing then pausing then pushing again, not wanting to feel the tearing sensation from our first time together.

But the pain never comes. It does feel a bit like I’m being stretched to my outer limits. But the heat pouring out of me mixed with what remains of his brother’s cum makes things almost ridiculously easy this time.

Before I know it, I feel his balls pressed up against the outside of my mound. I’ve gone as far as I can go.

I place one hand on his chest and stroke his dreadlocks with the other, reassuring him…and me. Then I start moving.

I am not at all confident about how this will pan out and I hold my breath, wondering what will happen next. Will he lose control again? Flip me over and fuck me the way he wanted to?

But Olafr only stares, his gray human eyes wide with wonder. Maybe he’s as baffled as I am and doesn’t know what to do in this position. So I send him a picture of what he should do now…

He begins moving inside me, tentative and extremely slow at first, which might have been frustrating with another guy or even FJ. But it feels just right given Olafr’s size. My body has more time to adjust to his thrusts, to get used to have something so large stroking inside of me.

And my heart begins to relax little.

“Good,” I tell him. “Good.”

And then I kiss him. Pressing my lips to his the way FJ kissed me on that bench—can it really have been only a few days ago?

At first, the kiss goes just as you might expect. It is, after all, his first kiss—at least I assume it is—and I’m not exactly the world’s foremost expert on kissing. So yeah, it’s awkward as hell. Smashed lips, clinking teeth, crushed noses, tongues just flying all over the place. It’s the complete opposite of the slow jam kiss FJ gave me.

But then it gets better. Much, much better. Olafr’s human is a fast learner. He swirls his tongue around mine and then ropes the kiss into our sex, driving in and out of me below as his tongue plunges in and out of my mouth.

Pretty soon I’m the one who starts to lose control.

“Yes, Olafr, fuck me! Oh God, fuck me like that. Yes!” I cry, unable to stop myself from yelling things I’d never imagined could come out of my mouth.

At one point my head falls away from our kiss because I’m so overcome with pleasure, but he simply pulls me back. Yanking me down to his mouth by my hair so he can kiss me more.

I can feel more and more heat flooding through my pussy. The harder he tugs my hair, shoving into me with ferocious grunts against my lips, the more heat my body releases.

The fullness of him inside me, his strong body rippling beneath me, and oh God, his soft lips plunder my mouth like he’s digging for gold—well, I don’t last very long.

I come apart in a cacophony of neon lights that sends my mind straight into screensaver mode. Because let me tell you, there is just not enough processing power in the world to deal with someone like Olafr doing something like this to someone like me.

My orgasm, however, signals the end to any cool he managed to achieve during that kiss.

My human animal yells out, his thrust losing all sense as he rocks into me. Soon I feel the release of his seed and then he begins to swell. The knot—well, I forgot about the knot. It’s so damn big. I can feel it stretching me out even more, grazing against a secret, sensitive place deep in my pussy.
Oh God, oh God, oh
—

I scream.

And it’s not a sexy scream, but a scream-scream. The second orgasm comes on so strong, it feels like my vagina is being ripped apart by a big, scary pleasure monster. One who could really care less whether or not I survive to tell the tale.

But I do and eventually return to earth. The first thing I become conscious of is the sound of someone’s—a man’s—voice.

It’s Olafr, happily muttering out loud with his eyes closed, his accent so thick and deep, I can’t tell which side of him is doing the talking—wolf or human?

“
Varra
…
Varra
…
Varra
…” he says, petting me like I pet him.

He says it over and over until he finally dozes off.

As for me, I can feel the hormone-laced sleep tug on my eyes while my pussy busily milks his dick. I desperately need sleep, too, but there’s no way I can get comfortable in my current position. I can’t stretch out on top of him because I’ve got to keep my legs bent at both his sides in order to make room for his girth.