Shipwrecked on a hostile shore, Margaux is worried about survival, but when werewolves emerge from the darkness, her worries take a new direction. The wolves intend to use her body for breeding, and she has to please every member of the pack if she hopes to survive.This short story is intended for adults only. It contains shapeshifters, gangbangs, a reluctant maiden and very rough sex.
Deeper in the cave the sounds of feral rutting emerged. The leader had dragged Giselle into the darkness half an hour before, and the other girl's cries of fear had been replaced with her panting breath and a wet slapping sound.
One of her captors stood in the mouth of the cave. He noisily sucked at a haunch of meat as he stared at her. "You're next, you know. The master always insists he go first with the new girls. Then he lets the rest of us take turns."
"And what if I fight? Will you just beat me and fuck me?"
He shrugged. "I reckon. It's not so bad here, you know. Once you get used to it I mean. The other girls don't seem to mind too much."
Other girls? I haven't seen a soul but these six savages. She pushed herself back against the wall, as far from him as she could get. Oh Yassine, come for me soon. She couldn't give up hope that he was alive. She just couldn't.
The bandit grinned, his teeth glistening in the firelight. "You'll learn soon, little rabbit." He wandered back outside and left her there, back literally to the wall.
After maybe another half-hour--it was hard to tell in the darkness--Giselle shuffled toward her from the rear of the cave.
"Are you alright?" Margaux asked.
"No," Giselle said. Her tone was flat. Hard. She passed out of the mouth of the cave and sat by the fire. One of their captors came and sat beside Giselle. He passed her a piece of meat, then put a very suggestive hand on her thigh.
Margaux watched, jealous of the other girl's food. Her hunger consumed her.
"Are you hungry?" a man's voice whispered into her ear.
Margaux jerked away. Her heart raced. The leader sat beside her, and she hadn't heard a sound from him until he spoke. "Y-yes."
"If you satisfy me, I'll let you eat all you want."
"I... I don't know how."
He laughed. "You'll learn. Now, do you want to eat afterward or not?"
She nodded. Keep them happy. Give Yassine time. He'll come for me. He will.
He untied his trousers and tugged them down his hips. His cock hung between his legs like an oversized sausage. He took it in his fist and lifted it. It glistened in the light.
"Suck it," he ordered. "If you bite me, I'll wring your neck."
That's it? She bent over him, opening her mouth.
He grabbed her hair and forced her to his dick. He tasted like sweat and musk and woman. As his shaft rubbed along her tongue, she realized she was sucking her friend's juices off his member. He wrapped his fingers through her hair and pushed her down further, forcing himself deeper into her mouth. She gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, but it only made him grunt. He jerked her head up and down, forcing her to move at his rhythm. She didn't so much suck him as try not to suffocate.
"Suck that cock, wench. That's right." He crammed his dick down her throat and held her there as she gagged on it.
Margaux felt his cock get harder. He forced it even further down her throat, making her gag reflex trigger again. She gasped for air, but couldn't breathe. Her face started to turn blue.
"Good," he whispered.
He held her there until she thought her lungs would burst, then yanked his cock out of her mouth.
She fell to her knees on the floor of the cave, spitting and choking and gagging and trying to get air into her lungs. Did he even come? Why couldn't I have just drowned at sea?
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