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  The other wolf, her wolf, as she had started to think of him, was standing to the side. His teeth were bared and he looked at the three twined together on the sheepskin with a crazed fire burning in his eyes. Yet he held back, for some reason.

  Raka’s hands pressed her thighs hard apart. He was rougher than Fyor, forgetting himself in his wildness. His lips closed over her the secret juncture of her thighs and his tongue squirmed deep inside her. She screamed then, as he lapped wildly at her sex. Each time his tongue passed her sensitive nub it shot a lightning-bolt of pure pleasure up her spine, and made her howl. He growled into her slit, enjoying the noise she was making. She could tell he was pleased with her reactions, the way she cried out when he pinched her nipples, and raked her sides with clawed hands. Fyor had settled to pinning her down, licking and touching the top half of her body. She enjoyed the feeling of her soft breasts cupped in those warm, rough hand as he played with them. His other hand pinned crushed her down and held her steady for Raka’s ravaging tongue.

  She was moaning now, and her hips bucked against his eager mouth and he flicked her sensitive bud with his tongue. How did a Wolf God learn to pleasure a woman like this? She didn’t care, she seemed to be drowning in a hot well of ecstasy, and all that mattered were the bodies pressed against her, the hot skin dripping sweat even in the ice cold of the mountain air. Raka teased her nether lips between his sharp teeth, and she yelped and writhed. This seemed to excite him, and he bit down too hard, drawing a flush of pain through her till she screamed.

  Volk crashed into him with a snarl that was not even slightly human, and his teeth were like bright needles in the moonlight as he snapped at Raka’s throat and pinned him to the ground.

  “Show some respect to our mate, whelp!” his fist collided with Raka’s ribs and the smaller man made a whine like a kicked puppy. Fyor chuckled slightly, not even stopping his caressing of her body. His fingers dove into her where Raka had left off, and he stroked her, cradling her body and sliding his hand in and out of that virgin sex, keeping her wet and on the brink with expert touches. His lips pressed over hers and they kissed slow and hot as Volk pinned the unruly Raka to the dirt, snarling. Fyor’s tongue burst between her lips and twined with hers as she moaned into his mouth, grinding against him. His hard fingers explored every inch of her soft interior.

  Dasha couldn’t help moaning in pleasure, even as she watched Volk beating Raka with his fists. After a few seconds Raka had whined his submission, and Volk released him with one final, warning snarl. They both returned to Dasha’s body, but Volk had seemed to grow jealous of the other two. She met his eyes over Fyor’s huge shoulder, smiled at him through a haze of pleasure. He looked shocked.

  “She is mine, her maidenhead is mine.” Volk announced suddenly, with a growl of warning in the back of his throat. Fyor snarled, and for a moment his whole body tensed. The two stared at each other, while Fyor’s hands worked inside her and Dasha moaned helplessly. Whoever wanted her, she would be theirs now. She was long past resistance.

  Fyor surrendered her silently. Dasha whined in disappointed lust as his fingers slipped free of her sex, but in a flash Volk was there pinning her down, his mouth pressed hungrily over hers. She felt the steel hard tip of his cock pressed against her trembling slit. A quiver of fear came over her, but the lust was stronger. She bucked her hips slightly. That was all the encouragement he needed, and the wolf savagely thrust his entire huge self into her. Her virgin wall was burst in an instant and she screamed in pain, clawing at his back as he drew out and rammed himself home again. After a while she was screaming not so much from pain as from an excruciating kind of pleasure that threatened to tear her apart. Her virgin hole was stretched further than it had ever been, filled with the massive length of Volk’s member as he plowed into her. He was howling and kissing her with ferocious desperation as he rutted her like she was a bitch in heat. The climax was building in waves of pain and delight, welling up from her stomach, fired by the contact of his skin and his lips, his burning gaze piercing her.

  Her body writhed helplessly in his grasp as she was engulfed in that fire, screaming into the night like she was truly dying. Her tortured slit convulsed around him and he too started to come, snarling in raw satisfaction as a white torrent filled her up, and spilled out around the sides to trickle down the inside of his thighs. The two of them lay their panting in exhaustion, Dasha whimpering slightly from the pain of her deflowering. His body was like the sauna, an inexhaustible heat that wrapped her up. He kissed her throat. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered, but it was slow and raw. It was hard for him to say, even after this cataclysmic lovemaking. “I… have always loved you.”

  “I think… I think I love you too.” She answered, in a voice that was as thin and faint as the rustling of leaves.

  When he pulled out from her, it was like a part of her was gone and she whimpered helplessly. He left a sticky white trail behind him as he rose, dragging himself away. The other two had been waiting, she realized, and they’d been stroking themselves to stay ready. She would need to serve their needs too, if she was their mate.

  Volk nodded to them. Fyor and Raka fell on her with an exultant howl, and she screamed as almost instantaneously Fyor’s larger cock rammed into her ravaged passage. He forced her thighs apart with his hands to savage her better. She screamed over and over again as that massive cock split her open, until Raka snatched a fistful of her hair and shoved his own member into her mouth until she gagged. The salt taste of his seed filled her mouth. She had never pleasured a man like this before and the feeling of his cock surging against the back of her throat was agonizing. Still, she tried to lick him with her tongue and please him, and his raw moans told her she was doing something right. The wolves used her with deadly efficiency, snatching her back and forth between them like a piece of meat they were fighting over. A heat began to build in her again even over the pain, something she hadn’t thought was possible. Fyor’s huge cock was stretching her even further as he growled, and he held her by the hips to force himself deeper. She found herself moaning again.

  Suddenly Raka’s cock slipped from her mouth, leaving the taste of sweat and seed behind. A thin white filament clung to her hair. The two moved until she was straddling Fyor’s cock with her back exposed to the cold mountain air. His hard fingers reached around her and parted the lush cheeks of her buttocks, and she made a sound that was a kind of desperate wail as she realized what was happening. Raka's fingers choked off her cry as he forced them into her mouth. Then when they were slick with spittle he removed them, and, very delicately, he rubbed the sensitive bud between those trembling cheeks. She flinched.

  “I’m sorry I bit you, Dasha, I got too excited.” He was saying, and she heard the youth in his voice and knew he was telling the truth. His voice was raw with lust still. His fingers rubbed, and what was at first strange resolved itself into a pleasant tingling in that other hole, even as Fyor rocked her back and forth, fucking her harder. The pressure increased, and suddenly his finger sank inside her to the first knuckle. She screamed into Fyor’s strong chest, and felt tears running down her face.

  “Shhh Dasha...” Raka’s other hand stroked her hair, calming her. His finger was gentle, but the feeling was still so wrong. “Let me in.” He said gently. “Push back.” She looked over to where Volk sat with his back against a tree, watching them. Their eyes met, and she saw a kind of desperate lust there. If it will please him… Dasha did as she was told, as best she knew how. She pushed, but the finger was not expelled and instead sank deeper inside her. Raka began to move them in and out. “Good girl.” He added another finger, stretching that sensitive hole like it never had been before. The pain of those fingers turned to a pooling heat as he touched something deep inside her.

  “Let me show you, Dash. This is good for you.” The fingers slipped free, leaving her feeling strangely empty. She whimpered at the loss, realizing suddenly that she wanted more. But the wolf wasn’t done. The head
of his cock nuzzled against the vacant whole, still wet from her mouth. Suddenly he was inside her, and it felt like fire, and she couldn’t help wailing again. “Remember to push back”, he said, forcing another painful inch inside of her. Fyor growled desperately. He’d been forced to stop thrusting while Raka entered, and his cock was throbbing painfully from the restraint. Dasha obeyed her mate and pushed back, if only to ease the pain. The hurting died down to a low throb and the rest of his length entered her more easily. Then the two of them began to thrust, and Dasha realized that she would never again be able to live without the fullness of two men inside of her.

  They rocked her back and forth between them in an easy rhythm, and for the deep pain of Raka’s large cock filling her there was the antidote of pleasure from Fyor’s thrust into her slit. Each motion she made was a fiery heaven as one or the other entered here, and she descended into a haze as the two wolves shared her body. Before she knew it was happening she was coming again, filled on both ends and gasping for air that seemed trapped in her throat. Her holes convulsed on the steely rods deep inside her as her body seemed to subconsciously milk them for her seed. The wolves were finding it hard to resist the sweet coaxing of her muscles. Their twin cries of pleasure filled her ears.

  Fyor was the first to cum. His huge cock pulsed inside her ravaged slit as he spurted, growling, but before he was finished he yanked himself out so he could watch it spatter hot over her breasts. She yelped as a hot droplet dashed against her cheek, and stared down at herself drenched in cum, as his stream rained over her. He came for a long time, and when he was eventually finished he looked down at his work with a sharp toothed grin. Raka was still thrusting in her ass as it flinched around him, desperately clinging to his control until the sight of Fyor cumming over her sweet young breasts pushed him over the edge. He two drew himself out, and roared joyfully as he sprayed over the hole he’d just left and the smooth curve of her rump. When they were both finished Dasha sat limp and trembling between them, propped up by Fyor’s warm hands and drenched in cum. She glistened in the moonlight, looking between her new mates with a kind of religious awe. No experience of her life had come even close to this, and she knew she’d been changed forever.

  “Welcome home, Wolf Queen.” Volk said. Three voices lifted in an eerie howl.

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  Thanks for reading The Wolf Sacrifice! If you enjoyed this tale of passion, here are some more fiery erotic short stories by Rosa Steel:

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  About the Author:

  Rosa Steel is a young erotica writer and artist living in Sydney, Australia with her cricket-loving boyfriend and two rats named Cat and Dog. In between writing her own work she creates steamy erotica covers for other writers through EroCovers, her personal cover design business.

  Table of Contents

  The Wolf Sacrifice

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