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  BRED BY WOLVES:

  Impregnated By The Wolves Part 2

  By

  Bree Bellucci

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Bree Bellucci on Smashwords

  Bred By Wolves: Impregnated By The Wolves Part 2

  Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Adult Reading Material

  The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

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  BRED BY WOLVES:

  Impregnated By The Wolves Part 2

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  He could see the outline of her thin frame from his hiding spot behind the tree. She wore a green flowing shirt and brown shorts that hugged snuggly around her perfect ass. Her long blonde hair was trimmed in a halo around her face, making her look like a wood nymph or a fairy, flitting around through the trees. She was walking slowly, bending over to pick up kindling for the fire as she went. Her thin body barely crunched the soil and leaves beneath her as she walked lithely down the forest path.

  She hummed a quiet tune to herself, not knowing anyone else was there. He held his breath, crouching further, keeping as still as humanly possible until she reached the place right in front of his tree. Closer, and closer she came. She wasn’t in a hurry. She had her hands wrapped tightly around the twigs and smaller branches, grabbing dry grasses as she walked. He waited until the last possible moment, his mouth watering with the taste of surprise, the hunt, the smell of someone who had no idea what was coming.

  “Boo!” He screamed.

  Jane turned around with a gasp, dropping everything out of her hands.

  “God damn it, Todd! You fucking scared me. And look what you made me do!”

  Jane shook her head, gesturing to the twigs and branches that were scattered all around her feet.

  “Oh come on, Janey. What did you think I was? A wolf?”

  He walked over to her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. He gave her a kiss on her pouty lips even as she tried to pull away.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be getting our tent set up?”

  “You’re just mad I got you first.”

  Her face slowly broke into a smile.

  “You better watch it this weekend,” she said, pushing him away from her as he attempted to help her pick up the scattered pile of kindling. “I’ll get you back for this.”

  Jane pretended to be legitimately mad, but Todd was right. She what really made her angry was that she hadn’t scared him first. They were both quite rowdy, each trying to one-up the other by being the toughest, funniest, and most successful practical joker.

  Jane and her boyfriend Todd, two of their closest friend couples, Tracy and Manny, and Carrie and George, were all taking this camping trip together for Labor day. The coming of fall was one of Jane’s favorite times of year. And to make it even better, this weekend was a Blue Harvest moon. She was glad they had all decided to get separate tents this time; something about the full moon always made her extremely horny.

  The group of twenty-something's had arrived with just enough time to set up their campsite before darkness fell. Something about the mountains made dusk feel even shorter, perhaps it was the way the waning light was tempered by the trees and the cliffs themselves, but the nights seemed to buzz even more with a kind of animalistic energy.

  The magic hour, ever since she was a child, that’s what Jane had called dusk. As a little girl it was the time she had been told to come back inside from playing outdoors. Now, as an adult, it was the time when her day really got going. The time when she felt most alive, ready for anything to happen. She only really felt like an adult when she did things that adults shouldn’t be bothered with doing. Things like sleeping until noon, staying out until sunrise, eating with her hands, peeing in the woods, one night stands, and other things most responsible grown-ups were supposed to know better about.

  Though she was responsible in most aspects of her life, the sexual excitement and ecstasy of her adolescence was still growing stronger, even at 25 when she was supposed to be settling down and getting her career in line - not worrying about chasing lovers and playing games.

  The truth was, Jane loved sex. She didn’t think of it as an addiction; things that weren’t unhealthy shouldn’t bear such a negative stigma. She liked it soft and sweet as well as hard and rough. She liked it with two people and with four people and maybe with ten - she hadn’t tried it but she wanted to. She wanted it any way, any place, in any position. As much as her body could handle. And she could handle a lot. If she could manage the circumstances, Jane would have constant sex. But there were those silly things like jobs and dinner and cleaning that sometimes got in the way. And besides, the men she knew needed an awful amount of recovery time between rounds.

  As Jane grew older and as her body and her mind matured, the more comfortable she became with herself, the more she wanted to experiment in the bedroom. She knew herself extremely well, she knew the folds of her own body, the curves of her breasts and the supple feeling of her hips, protracted by the sharp protruding bone. She wanted to find the limits of her own skin, to feel herself stretch to the point of almost breaking, and maybe even more. The more adult she felt, the more she wanted to be treated like a dirty teenager, exploring the positions and fluids of copulation for the first time, again and again.

  By the time all three of the tents were assembled, and the table, camping shower, and the camp fire were set up, everyone in the group was starving. They planned on fishing for most of their food that weekend along the banks of the river. The river was very close to their campsite and they heard from the park rangers that it was thrashing with salmon and carp and every kind of edible pescetarian dream. Tonight they would have to settle for the most basic of campfire meals, hotdogs and baked beans. Todd had carved several of the longer sticks Jane had gathered into a point so they could roast them the old fashioned way.

  “There’s nothing old fashioned about hot dogs,” snarked Carrie. “In the old days people would have had to hunt their own food, and rip the meat off the bone and eat it right then. These are just the leftover parts cased in some intestinal sacks.”

  “Shhh,” said Manny. “Don’t make them sound too exciting or the animals will all want some.”

  “You are what you eat,” Jane said, half-joking, holding up an uncooked hotdog for a group cheers. Normally she wouldn’t put something like this in her mouth unless it was attached to a living thing. But this was a vacation, after all. She could stray a little from her everyday routine. There was something childlike and nostalgic about eating a hot dog roasted on a stick surrounded by all her best friends.

  Still, Jane was usually careful about what she ate. She was pretty healthy, for the most part, lots of fruits and vegetables, always her full eight glasses of water. Although she never neglected her sweet tooth, she was blessed with a quick metabolism and a love for exercise. She could pretty much indulge in all the cake and pastries and other sugary things she wanted.

  Before long the food was gone and the couples left the fire one by one, either to go to sleep or to partake in some other more private activities. Jane noticed that the boys had pitched each couples’ tent as far away from the others as possible, while still staying within view. It looked like they were all expect
ing to get lucky that weekend at one point or another, and that it might get loud.

  “We’ll see who wins this game,” said Jane to herself. She and Todd were the last to leave the campfire. Todd reached into the cooler and took out the last hot dog.

  “Are you sure you aren’t still hungry for more?”

  He wiggled the limp dog at her. And then speared it hastily with the point of his roasting stick.

  “Actually, I am hungry,” she said, licking her lips dramatically. “But not for that.”

  Jane looked straight at him and then down at her blouse. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, and opened the front of the material to show that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her perky round breasts peeked out, they were big for her small frame, and the cool night air hardened her pink nipples on contact. She licked her finger and reached down to trace the puckered skin of her breast, drawing circles around her light pink areolas.

  She pinched the top of her nipples with both hands and pulled the taut skin of her breast out until they began to burn. She could almost hear Todd’s erection rise beneath his jeans. He didn’t wait for his hot dog to finish cooking. He threw the stick, food and all, into the brush and sat up quickly, throwing water on top of the fire with a sizzle. They zipped up the rest of their food in the cooler of the bear-proof bin and ran over to their tent. Todd began unzipping himself before he could even reach the zipper on the tent.

  Jane flopped down hastily on their firm double air mattress. She was hoping it would be popped before the weekend was over. She slipped off her shorts, but left on her lacy black thong. Todd liked it when she kept a little something scandalous on. While Todd was pulling off his pants, she spread her legs and moved the black fabric of her thong to the side, revealing a fully shaved pussy beneath the silky material.

  Normally she left a peachy blonde landing strip, but Todd like when she shaved everything off. His eyes widened with surprise and his mouth parted slightly with instant approval. She V-ed her fingers between the lips of her pussy and spread them further. Her luscious inner lips hung in flapping pleats, housing the swollen red jewel of her clit on a bed of already slick skin.

  Todd let out a moan and reached for his hard veiny cock, he moved towards her to put it right into her waiting pussy. She lifted her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, arching her back as he pushed inside of her without hesitation. The mattress squeaked rhythmically under them with every forceful trust. She looked down at his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, the sight of him inside of her drove her wild. She closed her eyes and let him fill her again and again, trying to imagine that he was entering her even deeper. The sensation of her freshly shaved mound was so much more intense, and she could feel his member scrape against her wet lips with every thrust. He started to huff with strained breaths, like he always did before he let loose.

  “Wait,” she said, as he came all the way out of her. “Let’s finish it the other way.”

  For a second, Todd was confused, he sat there on his knees, head butting up against the top of their tent, holding himself. Jane sat up and turned around on all fours, bouncing lightly up and down on the air of the mattress. She turned back her head and looked seductively into his eyes while reaching over to guide him directly into her tight hairless pink asshole. Todd’s face broke into a slow grin, followed by a solid moan.

  “Oooh, baby. Yeah. How did you know I wanted to put it in there?”

  Jane turned around and put her face down into their sleeping bag. She filled her mouth with the slick fibers, drooling everywhere. She needed her mouth to be full to cum. With a cock or at least something else to substitute. But god, Jane thought. There was nothing else in the world like a cock. Nothing even close. The thick shaft of pleasure was a singularity, the object of Jane’s most repulsive, compulsive, carnal and powerful desires. Todd was big enough, but she wanted even more. Something he alone couldn’t offer. She wanted to be filled from every angle, to be fucked in every hole at the same time. She reached her fingers down to her clit and began rubbing herself, dripping wet and sliding off herself with every motion.

  “You sure are a greedy little girl, aren’t you?” said Todd, watching her touch herself.

  He had no idea.

  She could feel her asshole contracting around his dick, opening up and getting pounded again and again. She let out a muffled scream into the sleeping bag, then moved her hips back and forth to take him in and out.

  “You dirty little slut,” he said, grabbing her hips and helping move her faster. He didn’t care if the other couples heard them, even if she did mind, he was too far gone in his lust for her. “You like it when I fuck you like this, like an animal?”

  He was getting more turned on by the sound of his own voice, and the sound of her silencing herself.

  “Oooow, ooh, oooow,” she moaned into the pillow.

  Todd stopped.

  “NO!” she screamed, “Don’t stop. Come back inside me. It hurts so good.”

  She had never felt so greedy before, and she knew when she came it was going to be a creamy mess, all over the floor of their tent. But before he could put it back anywhere, Todd convulsed with a shivering moan, and spurted white hot juice all over the blue polyester of their sleeping bag.

  “Sorry, baby,” he said. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

  As usual, Todd fell asleep almost immediately. But Jane was not so lucky. She lay awake under the crushing weight of Todd’s left arm, tossing and turning for hours. Through the thin mesh roof of their tent, she could see the outline of the full moon. She couldn’t remember ever seeing one so big before. She could see all of the dark craters, the faces, outlines of her dreams and her desires. Beside the moon was the outline of the constellation Orion.

  “Look at you, with that belt and that second swinging sword,” she said. “What a show off.”

  Even the stars told the story of her discontent. After what felt like hours of laying awake, Jane left the tent quietly to take a moonlit hike. She slipped on one of Todd’s flannel shirts and her own hiking boots.

  “Might as well take advantage of this beautiful night,” she thought.

  She walked by the other tents to see if either of her friends were in the same predicament, but both tents were still and quiet. Either they had all cum sufficiently and lay in a comfortable orgasm-induced sleep by now, or they were all getting old.

  Elsewhere in the forest, three beasts were tearing their way through the trees and brush, in search of something to quench their most basal desires, even as their bodies were changing beneath them. Ulric, Zeff and Bertolf, were on the last phase of their transformation, morphing from humans into fierce and magnificent wolves, triggered by the power of the bright full moon. It was the second one that month, meaning they had barely just recovered from their last shift, and their bodies were taking the toll as their minds got further into the wolf spirit.

  Being born half wolf, half human meant that the brothers were genuine shape-shifters. Men of sorts during much of their lives, albeit hairy and gruff and still more wild than any human that walked city streets or worked for other men. But during the full moon, they morphed into magnificent wolf-like creatures. Their hands turned into great hairy paws, with claws that could kill with barely a swipe. Their ears, growing into a point, were capable of hearing things humans could never imagine being able to hear: the soft crawling of insects, the rustle of trees half a mile away, or the changing of the seasons.

  Their teeth shifted and filled their mouths as they grew more yellow and the points sharpened into daggers that could rend any flesh. Their snouts grew out from the center of their sharp cheekbones, picking up scents 10,000 times stronger than any musk or perfume. And their sex drives, which were driven by hormones that were both human and animal, but all male, were the most powerful of all the forest creatures'.

  The prowl was the ultimate game to Ulric and his brothers, they loved nothing more than to hunt fresh female mates in the night. There were however dire con
sequences, Ulric knew that much, for it was the last thing his father, Rannulf, told him:

  “When you are in your human body, you may do as you wish. Plunder, pillage, ravage the forests in search of your own pleasure. Satiate yourself. As often as you can and as hard as you can, this will bring honor to our family. But when your shape has shifted, when you embody the likeness of the wolf, you must be careful. You must choose wisely. It is a powerful force you bear and you must find the source that can take your weight. Your seed is much more powerful then, and will create offspring that are of our kind. You must take the chosen women home with you to your cave after copulation, or you must kill them. There is no other way.”

  Jane reached the bank of the river just as the moon was directly overhead. The reflection in the water created a vibrant image of two worlds colliding, the moon above was mirrored and distorted on the wavy surface. She took off her boots and timidly slipped one foot into the piercing cold water. She sucked in air sharply through gritted teeth as she adjusted to the temperature. She gently placed her other foot into the water and relaxed as both feet touched the bed of the stream.

  The rocks beneath were smooth, massaging her worn feet as she stared into the dark horizon. Before she could give her impulse a second thought, Jane took off the flannel shirt and dove head first into the flowing river. She was stabbed by the icy knives of the water as she descended into the murky river. The water loosened its sharp grasp on her skin as her body temperature adjusted.

  She cut through the water like a fish, sleek and empowered. When she finally re-emerged on the surface of the water, she opened her mouth wide to take in a desperate breath, and saw that she had gone much farther upstream than she had intended. She paddled up and down, looking towards the shore for her boots or the place where she emerged from the woods. But there was nothing in sight.