her.
A rustling sound made Sophie open her eyes and she saw a handful of men step out from the trees. Sophie realized her moans must have been heard, and there were still plenty of werewolves that had not gotten their strength. Crofton ignored the other men as he continued to tantalize Sophie between her legs. Sophie wrapped her fingers in Crofton’s short brown hair, groaning as he continued to please her.
Sophie was vaguely aware of the other pack members pulling off their pants and wading into the water. Multiple hands began to caress Sophie’s wet skin and she glanced at Rylan who was still pleasing himself though not looking happy about the other visitors. Sophie felt someone push her ass apart and push his tongue into her anus. Sophie cried out from the sensation, and the other men steadied her as Sophie was pleasured from her front and behind.
A hot mouth pressed against Sophie’s and her breasts were groped and fondled. Sophie was a writhing, groaning mass and quickly she felt herself rise to the brink and fall over the edge. Crying out from her release, she shook as the men pushed and shoved one another out of the way to taste her wetness and rub their fingers in it. Sophie moaned, a slave to her body. She panted, feeling the cool stream lick her legs.
She felt the energy begin to shift, and she noticed more wolves were perched around the stream now, watching. Sophie was hoisted out of the water by two men, and felt two cocks enter her; one from the front and one from behind. Sophie cried out in disbelief. She felt water sloshing around her, and she tried to look at Rylan but the sensations were too intense and she squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel the cock inside her ass pushing its way in and out with speed as her tight asshole wrapped around its girth. She heard a man behind her call out in ecstasy and she knew someone had come.
Sophie began to lose sense of time as she felt herself passed from man to man in the stream. She stared into dark eyes and light eyes, knotting her fingers in both long and short hair, brown to blonde. Sophie arched her back again and again pressing her breasts into different hands, seeing the shades of skin change over and over. She looked over to see Rylan explode and shudder on the rock, stilling himself before shifting into a wolf and running away to the safety of the woods.
Slowly, she felt the numbers dwindle around her. She was sore and tired, and had not been able to come since Crofton had pressed his hot mouth to her groin. Sophie refocused her eyes and saw that it was only Crofton who remained.
“Crofton?” she panted.
“Yes,” he said softly, fondling her breasts with one hand, as his other hand circled her pussy. “Everyone else is gone now. I stepped aside. I wanted you all to myself.” Something about Crofton’s words, rekindled Sophie’s desire, and she kissed Crofton passionately, pushing her tongue between his lips, devouring his mouth.
Crofton groaned into her mouth and wrapped his arms around her thighs, before bringing them around his waist. Sophie locked her legs around Crofton and began to grind against his body. Her clit made contact with his growing erection, and Sophie thrust herself against him again and again. Crofton stumbled backwards, until he reached a large flat stone jutting out of the water.
Crofton sat on the stone; Sophie straddling him across his lap. Crofton wrapped his hands in Sophie’s long pale blonde hair, and twisted her hair down the length of his arms, before tugging her head back. He trailed his tongue down her chin, neck and collarbone, before trying to swallow her breasts whole.
Sophie felt her breath coming in shallow gasps. The sun shone down on her and Crofton, and the stream quietly gurgled over the rock they were occupying.
“Can you handle any more?” Crofton asked, eyeing his erection.
“Yes, please,” Sophie murmured, positioning her body above Crofton’s. Slowly, she lowered herself onto Crofton, groaning as she felt him fill her. She worked slowly, savoring Crofton’s fullness. Crofton stared down at their groins, enjoying Sophie’s every movement as she overtook him again and again. He reached up, grasping her ass, and began to thrust himself into her, forcing Sophie to move faster.
The pace continued to increase, and Crofton reached up to grab Sophie’s breasts. Sophie arched her back allowing her breasts to fill Crofton’s hands. Faster and faster Sophie went, feeling Crofton reach deep inside of her each time. She could feel her orgasm building, and she panted as she brought her hand to her clitoris, to further stimulate herself. Crofton reached down, squeezing her ass and controlling her movements. His hands squeezing her behind undid her, and Sophie cried out as she came around Crofton, repeating his name over and over as she convulsed on top of him. Crofton came too, grabbing onto her flesh as he shook, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.
Sophie rested on top of Crofton as she slowly sank back to reality. The sunlight on her skin, reminded her of her life before. Sophie felt as if she had been away for months instead of days. How different she was now. No longer the pristine virginal young woman who read fairy tales, but now a full-blooded woman, with sexual desires and needs, and living among these creatures of fantasy.
Sophie eased herself off Crofton and sank into the water, kneeling so that the water reached her shoulders. Feeling of sex, Sophie washed herself clean again, knowing soon enough she would be made dirty by more of the pack. Crofton lazed on the rock, watching Sophie bathe herself.
“You are magnificent,” he said smiling. Crofton flexed his arms and legs, “I feel stronger already! Usually it takes a few rounds,” and then he blushed at his words. Sophie shrugged and smiled as she paddled a bit where the stream became deeper. “Sophie! Quick!” Crofton suddenly called out, a note of panic in his voice.
Sophie turned hastily to see a large grey wolf racing towards them, with a screeching owl flying alongside. Sophie scrambled out of the water and hastily began throwing her clothes on, not caring as the water from her skin soaked through the material. Crofton came to her side, pulling on his pants, and stepped protectively in front of Sophie.
Before her eyes, Sophie saw the wolf transform into Linwood, yet the owl flapped nervously above his head.
“Where is Rylan?” Linwood demanded, panting.
“I–I don’t know,” stuttered Crofton, “He was here earlier but — “ his voice trailed off.
“No time! Get her to the caves — now!” Linwood ordered. The owl began to screech.
“What-“ Crofton interjected.
“NOW!” he roared, before phasing back to wolf form.
“Let me take you,” Crofton said quickly, and without waiting for a reply, he scooped Sophie into his arms as if she were a small child and began to run toward the caves, flanked by Linwood and the owl.
“What’s going on?” Sophie asked fearfully. It had been less than a minute since Linwood and the owl approached them, but Sophie knew something was very wrong.
“I have no idea,” Crofton panted as he ran swiftly. Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck, staring back into the forest behind her. Sophie wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she swore she saw black shapes weaving in and out of the trees. She clutched Crofton tighter as they approached the caves. Sophie saw some of the pack begin to run alongside Linwood and the owl. Rylan, as wolf, skidded into focus and raced to Crofton’s side.
Once safely inside the cave, Crofton put Sophie down, and doubled over trying to catch his breath. Rylan phased quickly, grabbing Sophie’s hand and dragging her deeper into the mouth of the cave. Crofton followed, and Linwood and the owl brought up the rear. Sophie imagined the rest of the pack staying outside the opening.
Quickly, Linwood transformed into his human self and Sophie watched in awe as the owl transformed into an old woman. She was small and hunched over, dark scraggly hair hanging in her face. Sophie’s stomach turned as she noticed one eye was milky from cataracts.
“What the hell is going on?” growled Rylan, “Why is she here?” he asked angrily, gesturing towards the old woman. “She’s nothing but a crazy old hoot!”
Linwood gave Crofton a pointed look and he took the hint, leaving the group.
“Sophie is in grave danger,” Linwood warned, “Bathilda has been a great help.”
“What kind of danger?” Rylan asked, his body rigid.
“Bathilda has reason to believe that Sophie is not entirely human.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Sophie exclaimed, “Of course I’m all human! What else would I be?”
Rylan tugged on her hand, silencing her, and Linwood continued.
“It makes perfect sense. In fact, I wondered the same myself, as I’m sure you did, Rylan. She smells different, sweeter. She is slight in stature, pale in skin and hair. Not to mention her eyes. She looks like the
