I pulled on my cloak and was tugging it closed to tie the rope as I leaned to duck the shrubs and emerge between the trees. But as I stood, a viselike grip landed on my wrists to keep me from knotting the rope.
I gave a panicked scream. Looking at Vanquish’s hands on me. And the expressionless stares of the look alikes behind him. The only difference between them was that Racer had a mole under his left eye.
They’d forced me to learn the differences between them by bullying me endlessly when I messed it up. Now I was the only one in the Asara pack that could tell them all apart.
But I dread their faces now even more than before.
"Did you think you could hide from us?" Vanquish asked with viciously narrowed green eyes.
“What are you doing?” I leapt back.
Vanquish took a long step to follow me.
“Coming to see you.” Racer said. A dangerous light brightening his blue eyes.
“Yeah, we missed you this morning.” Hunter said. Stroking a palm against the crotch of his pants.
“We all thought about you last night.” Vanquish said in a low voice.
“Screw all of you!” I jerked at my wrists but Vanquish’s grip was unbreakable and he chuckled.
“Look,” Racer remarked. “you can see her big tits jiggling when she struggles.”
“I know.” Hunter moaned. “I want them today. Or her mouth.”
“We’ll all get a turn.” Vanquish said.
“No!” I shook my head.
“What?” Vanquish’s brow furrowed.
“She didn’t get to relieve herself yesterday!” Hunter realized. “We were so excited we got greedy.
“Yes,” Vanquish said. “we did.”
He gave them a long look over his shoulder. “Take her arms.”
“No!” I started screaming in holy terror. Kicking so hard that I managed to catch a foot in Vanquish’s chest.
He only grunted and took a step back to catch himself. Grinding out. “You’re going to pay for that.”
I looked at him fearfully.
Hunter and Racer lifted me by my arms and shoulders. Holding me tight enough I couldn’t fight them off.
Vanquish stood over me.
“Let’s give them something to look at.” He whispered near my face. Reaching in the neckline of my gown, he lifted my plump breasts out to drape over top.
Hunter groaned. “I want to fuck them.”
Vanquish kindly tied the rope at my waist and I thought perhaps something good might happen. But then he crushed my skirts in his fists. Working them up to tuck into the rope so the nest of my sex was readily visible.
“Let me go!”
“Gag her.” Hunter told Racer.
“Well, tip her back here.”
Vanquish caught the back of my thighs and hoisted me like I weighed as much a bird, to drape my thighs over his shoulders. Planting his face against my entrance.
The sensation was utterly shocking. The heat of his breath fanning my lower lips.
At the same time, Hunter dropped me to brace on his knee. Holding my shoulders. Keeping me still for Vanquish’s ministrations.
What are they doing to me now?
This was something new. Foreign.
My breaths came out raggedly.
Racer dropped his pants down to his thighs and turned my face.
I opened my mouth to object, but his cock filled it. Stroking across my tongue and stretching my cheek with hard flesh. He cupped the back of my head as he flexed in and out.
The feel of his skin both smooth and hard at the same time.
I screamed and flailed, but barely any sound emerged around Racer’s cock. Everytime I tried to say something, it opened my throat and let him penetrate deeper as he forced back in.
His pelvis working rhythmically as he fucked my face. Moaning as he clutched my cheeks. Beginning to move faster. His abdomen tightening as he filled my mouth.
“She does feel amazing. I’m going to fill her throat." Racer overlapped his hands on the back of my head to pump harder into my mouth. Pulling me forward as he thrust. Pushing him deeper into my throat. Stretching the back.
Making him moan louder as his ass flexed, working his cock into my face.
Meanwhile, Vanquish had begun a slow and precise assault on my lower lips. Dragging his tongue along one then the other. Moving them aside to lathe my crease. Delivering nibbling kisses to tender flesh of each lip. Then shocking me when he delved his tongue into me. The sudden sense of stretching startled me and I bucked upward. Moaning in objection.
But white-hot sensation burned through me. Sending tingling waves wafting through my body. As he pushed the width of his tongue deeper with each stroke. A more primal sound came from my throat. A pleasured groan. Drawn out around Racer’s length.
Vanquish’s fingers flattened atop my hips to keep me in place as he pressed his mouth further in. Peeling me apart and then licking in and out.
Hunter’s hand massaged one of my large breasts. Plucking at the nipple Vanquish had left bluish and tender. Standing at attention since he’d suckled it yesterday.
Tension built inside me and before I understood what was happening, I got chilled with goosebumps then sudden heat surged over me. Right before a white-hot explosion unleashed. Making me spasm reflexively around Vanquish's tongue. Pressing myself tighter to his mouth, despite my shame, I writhed.
What am I doing? But my body was operating with a volition of its own.
“Good girl.” He patted my hips like I was a good dog.
I gurgled around Racer’s hard shaft.
He was moaning as he pounded into me.
I tried to yank backward off him, but his hands and Hunter’s knee kept me from going anywhere.
I felt the hot milky texture easing onto the back of my tongue.
Racer moaned blissfully. But was smart enough to hold my head in place. “Swallow it, like a good little she-wolf.”
I hesitated and he stuffed his softening cock back in my mouth until I choked.
I swallowed his seed and he moaned at seeing my throat work.
“Put her down, so I can have her tits.” Hunter told Racer.
“I’ll hold her hands.” Vanquish said.
“You don’t want her thighs?” Hunter asked in surprise. Dropping my shoulders to the ground while Vanquish lowered my legs.
“Just had them.” He shrugged. “Now I want to watch you play with her big tits. Fuck them raw.”
“I plan to.” Hunter impatiently shucked his pants and sat astride my ribs to watch my face.
Vanquish pulled my hands over my head and gripped them in one wrist before sitting on them. His hands molded the sides of my face. “Look at me while he rides you.”
The Mating Moon was already overtaking them. Turning them into feral creatures far more brutal than the joking bullies I’d come to know over these many months.
Now they were half wild.
Barely contained sexual hunger. Looking from Racer to Vanquish I saw their eyes were slitted yellow. Showing that their beasts were desperate for my sex.
They’re already more animal than man right now. I knew my scent was enough to make them wild with lust.
How can I stop my own scent from making them hunt me like the predators they are? It was my own body betraying me. Luring them.