Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (19 page)

Just wait until morning, Gina, not long. Stay calm. Just stay calm.

I sat, and waited. And waited. And watched.

From my little cubbyhole, most of the forest to my front was visible between the leaves. Watching helped me relax. At least this way I could tell if I needed to get up and run again.

Before long, my eyes began to sag. Somehow, probably from the exhaustion, I found myself falling into, and quickly waking from, a series of fitful, trembling micro-naps.

As the night dragged on, nothing happened. Animals made their little chirps, and all manner of creepy-crawlies explored me, but no sign of my pursuers.

I allowed myself to relax.

Off in the distance, fifty meters from my hole, I heard a
thump-thump, thump-thump
.

Feet? Can’t be. The way those things moved, so rugged and masculine and heavy, they’d be tromping and crashing around just like I did. No—

A hand around my ankle, powerful and callused, yanked me backwards from my hiding place and into the air. Dangling there, upside down, my khaki hiking shirt fell to my chin. I tried to push it back up, but as soon as I did, another of the monstrous men snatched my hand and held my wrist.

My first instinct was to scream. To kick, bite, howl and run.

My second instinct was to let them fuck me.

Those feelings from earlier – the heat that rose from the base of my spine as I watched them wrestle – came flooding back. I writhed and twisted, partially because I wanted to get away, and partially because I wanted the savage wild men to think I was fighting.

Maybe if they think I want to run, they’ll hold me down, tie me up, something
.

A fist shot out in no particular direction as I thrashed, and thumped against a hard, drawn jaw. What seemed to be a real hay-maker on my end barely fazed the muscular creature who just smiled back, the moonlight glinting off his muscled chest.

Breath caught in my chest as the one holding me aloft shook his silvery hair and let is settle around his shoulders. His high cheekbones and full lips, drenched in shadow but still plainly visible, took me aback. The light dusting of hair over the lower half of his face was less beard and more fur, but even still, I could not take my eyes off him. Something about his severe, powerful face made me yearn for him – ache for him to fill me with his...

And that was the first time I looked
down
.

Gallivanting around as the beastmen were, I guess I observed them like a person would apes at a zoo. It was only then, in this incredibly vulnerable spot that regarding them as humans with man parts and man needs made sense. They were covered, nearly head-to-toe, in a coat somewhere between body hair and fur. The stuff was thick, but their skin was visible underneath.

All four of them, as I began to notice, were
very
well endowed. Even the smallest of the wild men was equipped with very impressive gear. A stir tickled the one who held me upside down, and as I stared, he started to grow longer, harder and thicker.

While their bodies were in between man and monster, their cocks were only beast-like in their size.

Have to touch. Have to do it, just no choice. Have to find out.

My hand snaked out and brushed against the tip of my captor’s prick. Before I knew what was happening, a glancing brush turned into a full, hard grip. It was warm, smooth and hard as steel beneath my fingers. The harder I squeezed, the more he seemed to like how it felt, judging by the groaning and carrying on he did.

A moment later, with the four of them curiously watching me stroke his cock, the biggest of the beastmen seemed to relax his shoulders a bit and a strange calm settled over his face. For the space of a few breaths, no one moved, no sounds were made.

Then, as I dangled helpless in his hand, the great creature righted me, set me on my feet. My hand continued to pump, almost without my thinking. He glanced among the three others, and spoke in a low, rumbling voice that came from deep in his belly.

“Me...ah...this mine.” He pointed at my chest, prodding me. “This mine.”

The other three exchanged sour glances.

What on Earth ARE these things?
I might just be a host on TV, but I also have an Anthropology degree, so I could not help but be fascinated.
Missing links? An isolated population of regular humans, like those guys in the Amazon? I have to get away and get back to their living area. I’ve just got to figure these creatures out.

“This...MINE!”

A punch flew from the biggest of the beastmen and connected with another’s jaw, sending him sprawling on the ground. I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was also stiff, thick, and bounced when he landed. In spite of myself, I knelt down, and felt around in the darkness.

As my hands wrapped around two cocks, the two creatures they were attached to let out strange, but obviously pleasured, sounds. Almost instantly, the animosity in the group faded and the attention of all three standing creatures, plus the one just getting to his feet, focused on me.

I pumped the smooth, beautiful dicks for a few seconds. “What are you?” I whispered, meaning to ask myself, but accidentally vocalizing.

Tenderly, the hair-covered knuckles from one of them reached down and brushed a muck-covered tendril of hair out of my face. “Wo-man? You woman?”

I nodded, still squeezing and stroking.

“We need. Have no woman. No baby.” He looked between the other beastmen, and pointed to each in turn. “No baby, no Kalak.”

Kalak – is that what they call themselves?
“You’re Kalak? All of you?” I gestured around with my head.

The big one grunted, sort of a laugh. “Me Kalak. Kalak strongest, biggest. Kalak leader. You Kalak’s... woman.”

And with that, the time for conversation was over.

Kalak stretched his arms above his head, shook his fists and roared with terrible rage. The only light in the forest was slick, silvery moonlight, so everything seemed to be bathed in a layer of mercury. The hand which had touched so tenderly a moment before traced my jawline to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of hair.

“Woman! Make Kalak happy, make Kalak... feeling good. Kalak give you baby. Give you strong baby!”

As he stood in front of me, his back straight and strong, I realized he was
really
big. At least six and a half feet, maybe more, he towered over the other of his kin. Slamming one fist against his chest as he held me in place, Kalak roared again.

“Make woman ready for Kalak,” he instructed the others, who were obviously cowed by him. The smallest looked at him crossly for a half second before a corrective hand shot out and broke the unruly beastman’s will with a bloody lip. “Now! Make ready.”

In that instant, his attention was off me. His grip relaxed. I felt the urge to run, but I didn’t. I could have made it, could have escaped into the bush. Probably.

Kalak tightened his grip and shoved my head back down toward his groin. “Woman! Now! Suck Kalak!”

My chin trembled as my mouth drew near his enormous manhood.

I’ve – I’ve never done anything like this. I have seen a total of one man naked, and he didn’t even fuck me. I barely touched my lips to his dick before he came, and then he just went soft. What in the Hell is happening, Gina? What is going on with you? You’re going to get yourself hurt.

It did not, in any way, matter. This Kalak, whatever he was, this incredible creature, had chosen me.
Chosen
me, for his mate. I was scared. No, I was terrified. But that did not matter.

He pressed his huge cock to my lips and pulled my head forward, hard and insistent.

I opened my lips like a little girl being told to eat something she didn’t want. My lips quaked as the musky, savage scent of these creatures swirled around me and filled my nostrils. It burned, the scent did. Made a hot, constricting heat rise up in pussy, and I realized that despite my terror, the smell of my sex was mixing with theirs as my juice welled up between my legs.

As my lips closed around the tip of his cock, Kalak moved his hand from my hair to the collar of my shirt and jerked on it, ripping the top two button holes. Then, he bent his knees and slid his hand down my shirt, groping me, rubbing at my nipples through my tight-fitting sports bra before wrenching downward on my shirt, tearing the rest of the buttons off.

Kalak made a gesture with his free hand, and two of his subordinate beastmen yanked backwards on the collar, pulling me away from his dickhead and painfully tugging my arms before the shirt finally slipped off.

“Suck Kalak. Do again.” His voice took on an oddly gentle tone and he stroked the underside of my chin as his tip sunk back between my lips and the three other beastmen started to work on my other clothing. After they tried to figure out the belt and button fly for a moment, they gave in, and simply tore at me. Their fingernails dragged down my back, ass and thighs stinging and thrilling me in a way I’d never before felt.

One of them put a hand on the upper part of my back and then, bracing himself, yanked on the back of my bra until it tore away, finally letting my sore, aching breasts swing free in the night air. Kalak reached down and took one in his rough, hairy hand, and making the sensitive skin on my nipple pebble up when he pinched and squeezed. The way he explored my body with his hand as I sucked him made my thoughts wander back to what the guide had said – no women – and he didn’t know why.

I’ve got to find out. Must know why – where the women go.

That was when I felt the fingers pry open my pussy. The wiry-but-soft hair tickled my lips as two fingertips dipped inside and rotated. Then two grasping, hungry hands closed around my tits, squeezing hard, kneading and twisting my nipples. Every turn, every pinch brought a gasp to my lips, and every time I gasped, Kalak took the opportunity to thrust his hips forward, to drive that impossibly thick cock deeper inside my mouth.

Hands back in my hair, the beastman leader yanked my head backwards and stared at me for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between where my lips circled his prick, and my wide, probably terrified-looking eyes. Again he rubbed my cheek with a thumb, almost as though he was trying to comfort me, and then shoved his cock fully inside my mouth again, until his tip pressed on the entrance to my throat.

“Stretch... stretch woman,” Kalak ordered. He paused to let out a low, rumbling groan as I lapped the underside of his tip.

The two fingers in my pussy rammed deeper and began to open in figure-eight patterns, sliding circles around my walls. I winced at first when a third finger joined the other two, still splaying out, then coming back together to loosen my cunt for the leader.

As I stroked his cock from his warm, fur-covered ballsack to where my lips were clamped a third of the way down his shaft, I realized that even the biggest toy I’d ever used was nowhere as big as my captor.

I started to panic.

My heart beat faster and my breath raced. The creatures seemed to sense my growing terror and clutched me tighter. Their hands, clamped on my aching tits, held me so hard that throbbing pain shot through my nipples and up my shoulders. Another finger crammed inside me, making four in my hole.

I tried kicking backwards, hoping to surprise the one behind me, but it was no good. Either I missed completely, or he just moved aside. In either case, he grabbed the ankle of my thrashing foot and held my leg straight behind me.

To my incredible surprise, as soon as my pussy stretched around the fourth finger, a thumb tip began circling my asshole. Dipping down to my soaked sex for a moment, the beastman behind me pushed the pad of his thumb against my ring until it just barely slipped inside.

“F-fuck!” I yelped, around the tool in my mouth, as the rest of his thumb worked inside my ass and his palm drew nearer to my body.

Not a second later, just as I began to exhale a rattling, sharp breath, Kalak tightened his grip on my hair and drove his cock forward, wrestling it against my throat.

My only experience with taking a dick inside my throat had been a fuzzy internet video I watched years before. The one thing I remember is the girl saying something about “relaxing your throat” to make it work. So I did. I pulled my tongue backwards until the muscles in my neck began sagging and Kalak’s huge tip was able to squeeze through.

The further the giant beastman’s cock slid into my throat and the deeper the one behind me drove his fingers, the more helpless and wonderfully full I felt. There was absolutely nothing I could do about any of this, and for whatever reason, it struck me at that point that
nothing had ever excited me more
.

Kalak pushed forward again, so much that the tiny hairs covering his body tickled the tip of my nose.
How is so much cock jammed down my throat? I...

He pulled back and when his cock’s ridge rubbed against my tongue, I seized up with a fit of gagging and sputtering. As I choked and fought to catch my breath, my enormous captor bared his teeth and laughed.

“Why cough? Why woman cough? Woman not like Kalak?” He laughed again.

To my surprise, Kalak then grabbed himself with his hand around the base and pulled away.

“Kalak ready. Kalak ready for woman. Make woman ready for Kalak.” He ordered the other three, his voice holding a quiet sort of rage. The others, scurrying to do what he said, evidently understood his tone.

One of the creatures who had been massaging my tits replaced Kalak in front of me and struck me across the face with his cock before shoving it straight in until his balls slapped against my face. Pumping his hips back and forth, he grunted, pulled my hair, and yanked my head back and forth. 

Behind me, those thick, stretching, fingers pulled out and left a void that I yearned to have filled again. As the one in front of me rattled my face up and down his shaft, the feeling of a cock sliding inside me was welcome and incredible.

Very unlike how he had stretched me with his fingers, the beastman rammed the full length of his dick inside me in one go. Pain erupted from my pussy and spread up my back before turning quickly to smoldering, burning, delicious pleasure. I relaxed and settled into a rhythm of moving my hips back and forth in time with the deep strokes in and out of my throat.