Beastmen & Shapeshifters: Three Breeding Stories (5 page)

She screamed when he pushed his dick into her. Her pussy was so
tight and he was so big and it hurt so much. She clawed at the
dress that lay around her, feeling the dirt and sticks beneath
it.

Ruddy laughed and pressed his face to her neck. She felt his
breath, then his lips. He kissed her from her collarbone to the
corner of her mouth. His mouth was on hers, warmer and softer than
she’d imagined. His tongue forced its way into her mouth.
It’s Yassine. It’s Yassine.
She blanked her mind
and made herself belief he was her lover come to rescue her.

His cock thrust in and out of her, and the motion no longer
hurt—it felt numb, more numb than she’d known anything
could feel. Each time he thrust into her, her mind slipped further
and further away. Each time he pulled out, she prayed it was
finally over.

He traced a hand over her breast, then traced the same line with
his tongue. His head bent down and he sucked her nipple into his
mouth.

“Uhh,” she moaned.

Teeth closed on her nipple and tugged at the sensitive skin.
Margaux’s eyes grew wide. She clawed at his back, trying to
drag him away.

Still his cock thrust into her. It felt so big and so hard; it
hurt all over again. His breathing took on a deeper tone, and she
could feel the sweaty warmness grow between them. He slipped a hand
under her hips and pushed her up, changing the angle of his cock
within her pussy. She groaned again.

He thrust and thrust and thrust. He shuddered, groaning,
howling.

Margaux shuddered, too. It was finally over.

A crack of wood hitting something solid rang out above her.
Yassine rocked sideways and toppled off her. She peered up and
found Giselle standing over them with a thick length of wood in her
hands. The other girl took careful aim, and swung again, bashing
him in the side of the head.

“What are you doing?” Margaux cried. “Are you
out of your mind?” She realized who it was her friend was
clubbing: Ruddy; not Yassine at all.

“Not in the slightest. I needed him to let his guard
down.”

Margaux pushed her panic down and gathered her wits.
“He’s going to kill us when he wakes up.” She
winced as she crawled to her feet.

“He’s not going to wake up.” Giselle swung the
branch again.

“Can you even kill him?”

“I’m going to try. I’m sorry it took so long.
I needed him completely distracted.”

Margaux picked up the stick she’d used before and swung it
against Ruddy’s head. “You bastard.” She spit on
him as she hit him.

“Are you about done yet?” a voice asked. The bandit
leader walked into the moonlight. A pair of wolves flanked him on
either side.

Giselle raised the branch again, then dropped it. She sighed.
“Just kill us.”

The leader laughed. “Why? It saves me the trouble of
beating him myself.”

“We’ll never stop trying to run,” Margaux
said. “That’s why.” She clutched her dress to her
body, trying to cover her nakedness.

“You’ll stop. We’ll see to that. You
aren’t the first wenches to wander in the wrong
woods.”

Margaux sank to her knees, all hope lost. Yassine wasn’t
coming for her. Yassine was probably dead, drowned by the storm or
torn apart by these monsters.

The leader jerked her to her feet and threw her over his back.
She lay limply, too exhausted to fight back, and let him carry her
through the woods.

***

Margaux woke with start. Her cheek stung. She shook her head,
trying to clear the cobwebs.

“There she is. Wake up, wench. It’s time.”

She opened her eyes. The leader stood over her, his hand cocked
for another blow. She sighed and crawled to the middle of the
cave.

Here we go again.
Her hope had evaporated. Days had gone
by with no sign of Yassine or the survivors. The wolfmen boasted of
tearing out the sailors’ throats and leaving their corpses in
the woods. She didn’t want to believe it was true, but she
knew that if Yassine were alive, he would have come for her. Her
only consolation was that they spent as much time fighting each
other as they spent with her and Giselle.

The leader took her first. He lowered himself to her. She spit
on her hand and rubbed it across her pussy. She had learned that
the hard way. They didn’t seem to mind if she was dry, and
she was the one that suffered for it. The more she pleased them,
the faster they’d leave her alone. It hadn’t been an
easy lesson, but she’d learned it all too well.

The leader eased himself inside her pussy, then thrust away with
abandon. He grunted and panted, not even bothering to make it
sensual. She bucked back against him, trying to make it as good for
him as possible.

He groaned and stiffened inside her. She recognized the
beginning of his orgasm and squeezed her pussy around his cock,
trying to milk his cum. He thrust harder, faster. He shuddered and
fell still.

“You’re getting better, wench. We’ll have you
with child in weeks.” He heaved himself up and stalked off,
cum dripping from his dick.

With child? Do they want me pregnant?
She couldn’t
understand it. What use would bandits have for a pregnant woman?
To keep me docile and tie me to them.
Her stomach churned.
No wonder the women in the huts hadn’t wanted to leave.

The next bandit entered the cave, but he came in wolf form. He
padded up to her and sat on his haunches, inspecting her. He walked
over until he stood between legs, his long tongue hanging from his
mouth and nearly touching her pussy. Wormfinger they called him.
The pack’s second in command. She had learned the meaning of
his name the first night he’d lain with her. His cock
didn’t have the same girth the leader or Ruddy had.

He shifted to human form in an eye blink. He was crouched over
her, already naked. Margaux squinted at him, more impressed than
she wanted to admit.

“You like that trick?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Sure.”

“Then you’ll like this trick even more.” He
lay on top of her and pushed his way inside. Wormfinger
didn’t waste time. He pounded into her, thrusting and
straining and moaning. His cock was smaller than the
leader’s, so he did even less for her. It only took him a few
minutes to get to a point that he was gasping and clawing, leaving
red streaks across her breasts.

He shuddered and came, then sat back, his cock still in her.
“Did you enjoy it?”

“You’re my favorite,” Margaux lied. Her pussy
ached and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to walk the
next day.

He snorted. “I bet we’re all your favorite.”
He slipped himself out, then shifted back to wolf form and
sauntered away.

Margaux rubbed her breasts. The redness was starting to
disappear, but they hurt like hell.
Two down, four to go.
After four nights of fucking the whole pack, she was starting to
get used to the routine, but it still hurt like hell.

She searched for Giselle, but didn’t see her.
Maybe
she’s getting some food and some rest.
Giselle was
cracking under the strain, letting them break her mind as well as
her body. It made Margaux sick, but she didn’t know what she
could do about it.

Two of men entered the cave together. Snivel and Mange they were
called. She waited, not sure what they were doing there together.
So far, everyone had just taken turns.

“Snivel! Mange!” someone outside the cave called.
“Get back out here.”

Margaux fell back and sucked in a breath. She closed her eyes.
How am I going to survive this?

Footsteps receded and she could feel that she was alone. She
waited a while, but no one came for her. She gathered her mended
dress and crawled onto her pallet near the side of the cave, ready
to collapse

***

The wolves snarled outside the cave. One howled and made the
hair stand up on Margaux’s skin. Then, to her amazement, she
heard the roars of men.
Has someone come to rescue us? Did
Yassine survive?
Hope swelled in her chest.

She crept forward to the mouth of the cave. A wolf yelped.
Another’s snarl cut off in a gurgle. A man roared in triumph,
then cut off in screams that died amid further snarling.

A group of man shaped figures moved out of the darkness toward
the fire. In the light, she could see their short breeches and
shabby vests.
Sailor’s clothes. Oh Yassine, be out
there.
A wolf darted in and raked a claw across one of the
sailors. Another sailor appeared from nowhere and nicked it with
his sword, sending it skittering back into the darkness. A
different wolf leapt the new sailor, and he twisted out of the way,
faster than Margaux believed possible. His sword leapt out, an
extension of his arm, and gashed a livid streak across the
wolf’s haunches. The man slid away, back toward his
comrades.

Yassine?
He moved with a grace beyond even what Yassine
possessed, but it gave her hope.

Other swords gleamed in the firelight. Dark shapes prowled and
leapt out of the darkness. A pair of wolves lay fallen with arrows
sticking out of their hides. A man lay near her, his throat torn
open and his sword beside him. None of the bodies moved.

Margaux grabbed the fallen sword and searched for a wolf. She
pushed down the pain between her legs and focused on the only thing
that mattered to her now: revenge. She tried to remember what
Yassine had taught her about keeping both hands on the hilt and the
tip up. A wolf lunged out of the darkness, her only warning the
flash of yellow eyes. She slashed at its head, forcing it away. It
snarled and bounded past her. She turned, keeping her sword
ready.

Its yellow eyes gleamed in the fire light.
Ruddy.
Margaux
ground her teeth.
This is personal, you bastard.
The wolf
feinted to her left and she swung. It darted past, to her right,
and raked its teeth across her thigh. She screamed in frustration
and anger and pain, but instead of turning back toward it, she
followed through with her swing to left. Her leg gave way beneath
her, but her blade struck true, catching the wolf across the
haunches and taking a slice out of its balls.

The wolf screamed like a woman and dove away, back into the
darkness. A trail of blood dripped behind it.

Margaux pushed herself back to her feet, her wounded leg wobbly
beneath her. She grinned with satisfaction.
Take that.

“Enjoy your stay, mortals,” the bandit leader called
from the darkness. “This isn’t over.”

The men huddled in an arc around the fire, waiting for another
attack. The only sounds were the crackle of flames and the wind in
the trees.

Margaux hobbled over to where Giselle still lay tied. They may
be the sailors from the
Sea Hart
, but that didn’t mean
they needed to see her friend so helpless.

“Shh,” Margaux whispered. She cut the ropes at
Giselle’s wrists with her sword, and helped her pull
loose.

Giselle collapsed beside the log without a word. Her mind was
somewhere else, somewhere far from the cave and the werewolves.

Margaux patted her on the head. “It’s okay. Whoever
they are, they can’t be worse than the wolfmen.”

“Excuse me, lads,” Margaux said, turning to the men.
“Would you be from the
Sea Hart
?”

“Margaux?” one of them asked.

The hope in her chest swelled to bursting when she saw Yassine.
She dropped her sword and ran toward him. He caught her in his arms
and swept her up into a hug, spinning her around.

“Margaux! Oh, Margaux. I was so worried.” Tears
rolled down his cheeks.

“You’re alive!” she cried. “You’re
really alive!”

“O’ course he’s alive. He’s a dab hand
with a sword, ‘e is.” Bo’sun Murray patted her on
the back. “It’s good to see you, lass.”

She nodded, blinking away tears.

Yassine set her back on her feet. “Did Giselle make
it?” he asked.

Margaux bit her lip and nodded. “She’s hurt pretty
bad.” She pointed to the shadows where the other woman
sat.

“Well, lad, we found ‘em, we did,” the
bo’sun said. “What do we do now?”

“There are women that way.” She pointed into the
darkness. “The wolfmen keep them there for…” She
couldn’t finish the sentence.

“For what, lass?” the bo’sun asked gently.

“Breeding,” she whispered.

His face clouded over. He tightened his grip on his sword.
“I always heard Florin let such abominations cower within its
borders, but I never believed it to be true.”

“Wolfmen,” one of the other sailors spat.
“They killed Arnaud, too.”

“They’ve killed more than Arnaud,” Yassine
said. “They’ll pay for every drop of blood
they’ve spilled.”

“Do you mean to go out after them tonight, lad?” the
bo’sun asked.

“Gods, no. Attack a pack of wolves in the dark? Wolves
with the brains of men? Tonight we’ll stay here. Tomorrow
we’ll check on the other women and then decide how to finish
off the wolves.” He collected his sword and took
Margaux’s hand. “Two of you lads take the first watch.
Fetch me in four hours.” He led her toward the cave.

“What happened to Giselle?” he asked when they were
out of earshot.

“The wolves… they…”

“Did they take advantage of her?”

She nodded.

“Did they take advantage of you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

If the bos’un’s face had clouded before,
Yassine’s became the eye of a hurricane. “I will hunt
them. Every last one.” His voice rumbled, almost a growl.

“They won’t go down easily. They’re so strong,
so fast.” She shuddered.

“Beasts cannot carry steel.” He patted his blade.
“I’ve come too far, through too much, to give in
now.” He looked into her eyes and smiled, his expression
softening.

“I thought you were dead,” she said. She put her
head on his shoulder and held him.