inside of her, she felt a rush of warmth that extended through to her very core. She was completely exhausted both physically and mentally. The last thing she remembered was looking up at the bright blue harvest moon, and seeing the shadows of the three faces of the brothers looking down at her naked, worn out body as she closed her eyes.
When Jane woke up, she felt the natural but unfamiliar sensation of stone underneath her body. How long had she been out? Where was she? Why did her body feel like it had been run over by a truck? She tried to move, but every inch of muscle in her body was tired, and still tingling. She felt her pussy, trying to determine what had happened there, but she got only the feeling that she had been well taken care of, whatever had happened to her.
As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see that it was still night time, but also that she was inside some sort of cave now. Shadowy figures moved about in the distance, but nothing came towards her, anyway she was too tired to be afraid. She didn’t know where she was or where she had been, but she had the feeling that she was safe. So she lay back down on the smooth ground and closed her eyes once more.
“You must have done something pretty spectacular to be back here.”
Jane sat up, and saw a womanly figure sitting near her. The more she looked, the more she realized it was a woman, though she was old and looked worn, she was still quite beautiful. Her hair was wild and unkempt and her clothes looked like they were made out of leaves, or taken right out of the ground.
“Who are you?” Jane said. “And where am I?”
“Do you remember what happened to you last night?”
Jane tried hard to remember, and slowly, pieces came back to her. The wolves. The shivering. Her own nakedness summoning such an experience through the trees. The vibrations of the wind on her skin.
“You were chosen,” the woman said. “You are one of the lucky ones.”
Jane didn’t need to ask what she meant. Having been so closely tied with those creatures for what felt like hours only the night before, Jane knew that their hulking bodies were capable of more than just lust and sex. They were capable of harm and destruction.
“I am Rachel,” the woman said. “I was in your position once, and I never looked back. I built a life here. There was no other way for me to be happy, and since that time I have been the most fulfilled woman in all the world.”
Jane must have looked suspicious, or at the very least a little scared, for Rachel reached her hands over to Jane’s shoulders to comfort her.
“First let’s get you some clothes, and then I’ll tell you all about it.”
As they walked through the cave, Jane passed by several makeshift beds full of couples, some animal some human, laying dazed in the piles of leaves and pelts. Rachel told Jane the story of her own forest adventure. How she begged to be let in. How much she had to sacrifice, but how much it had been worth it. She told her about the ways her partner could satisfy her that no man ever could. As they made their way through the cavernous chambers and hallways, they came across a man, sitting up, looking a little shaken. Jane looked at him as though she had seen him before. Somewhere, maybe in a dream.
“Jane,” said Rachel. “This is my son, Ulric. I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted.”
Jane stumbled towards the handsome man, and sat down next to him on the palette.
“I’m sorry, have we met before?”
Ulric smiled, and Jane noticed his teeth were unnaturally white and they looked almost as if they came to a point. She looked the man over, and reached out her hand as if he belonged to her, running her fingers along the muscles of his arms, then his chest. He was covered in thick black hair, but beneath Jane could still see the smooth skin glistening with sweat. She put her hands through his thick mane of hair, and as she leaned closer, the man reached over and kissed her on the lips.
In that moment, Jane knew. She had tasted his flesh, and her mind rushed back to the night before, and his taste that she had known in her mouth, and when his monstrous cock that had penetrated her most feminine orifice.
“It was you!” she said, pulling away. “You were there. But how did you end up like this?”
She had so many questions, but sitting across from the man who had given her so much energy, so much pleasure, she began to feel the questions falling away. She felt the blood pumping through her cunt, as if her heartbeat had dropped down between her legs for good. She felt everything situated on that one tiny organ, her clit pulsing with desire for this wolf-man who was sitting across from her. Who she already had tasted, but wanted more.
Before she could even tell him what she wanted, Ulric pushed her legs apart and moved his mouth down to her pulsing center. He looked into her eyes and then moved his head down to lap at her wet cunt, making crude and sensuous animal noises on the way down. He stuck his great thick fingers one at a time into her hole, pushing in and out as he licked ferociously at her engorged clit.
She fell back against the stone floor, moaning, hearing herself and the sounds of Ulric’s slick tongue echoing throughout the cave. Inside her, his hands felt like paws. The pads ran against the inside walls of her sex, bringing her to a place she had never been before.
How intimate, she thought, to know someone in all their forms, to see it played out in such a physical and sexual way that you may almost be with two people at once. She knew that she would never go back to her normal life again.
Rachel was right, this is where she was meant to be.
