Joining the Pack Ch. 02

Anahid woke slowly. Her shoulder throbbed. Groaning she felt her aching head, moved the hand to her shoulder, surprised to find it bandaged. Snapping her eyes open she looked around, hoping the dream of the man attacking her in the forest was just that. A dream. She lay on a thick fur blanket on the ground. A small fire smoldered across from her. She was alone.

She sprang to her feet and ran from the camp. She didn't know where he was, how far he might be but she would not lay there and wait for the savage man to return. She stumbled through the unfamiliar forest, unsure how far she was from her village. She pushed down her mounting panic. If she could get far enough away before the man returned she might have a chance. Could hide if he came searching for her and eventually make her way back home.

Her mind spun as her feet scrambled through the thick undergrowth. Why had he attacked her? Why had he kidnapped her? He'd seemed to know her...which was impossible because she sure as hell didn't know him. He was not the sort of person you forget...

Anahid's foot hit a root and she flew forward, landing heavily on the ground in a heap. So much for a stealthy escape. She groaned, her shoulder renewed its throbbing and now her knees and hands were covered scratches. She struggled back to her feet and found herself staring into eerily familiar gray eyes.

The biggest wolf-like creature she'd ever seen stood a few paces away, eyeing her critically. The animal had thick black fur that glistened in the scant sun that peeked through the trees. There was something off about him...not fully wolf. Almost like a strange mix between wolf and bear? She shook her head, keeping her eyes on the animal. It didn't matter what it was. It was going going to eat her alive.

He took a menacing step towards her and she cast around, looking for anything to use as a weapon. Looking back to the wolf she froze. He...rippled. Again, her mind rebelled. His limbs shifted, the sharp muzzle smoothed back. The hair receded back into his body. His reared upright and suddenly he was a man. A savage gray eyed man that watched her carefully.

"Where are you running to?" his low voice rumbled. He cocked his head, humor beginning to fill his eyes as he studied her.

She flushed, desperate to keep her eyes on his face though he now stood naked in front of her. Somehow focusing on THAT kept her mind from truly spiraling away into hysteria.

"I just want to go home," she said, surprised at the force in her voice.

He chuckled and the deep sound of it seemed to reverberate through her bones. "Yes. That's where we're going."

He stepped towards her and her eyes betrayed her. She dropped her gaze to his swelling cock and her face reddened as fear rose in her chest.

She turned-unsure what else to do-and tried to run. Knowing it was futile but unwilling to be sedately led back to his camp.

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Kaev caught her before she'd moved more than a few steps. Wrapping his massive arms around her, he pulled her in close to him. Tucked her back against his chest as he leaned down to nuzzle at her neck. She smelled amazing, like pine and smoke and musk and his cock throbbed in delight at the feel of her against him. She struggled and tried to jerk her ass away from where he pressed against her.

"If you don't want me to take you right here it's not a good idea to run. I like chasing." She immediately stilled, though she tried to twist her head away from him. He smiled and caught her ear between his lips, whispered, "I'll only hurt you if you want me to."

She swallowed and let her head loll forward in surrender. For the briefest of moments he actually felt a bit of disappointment. He released her and stepped back though his cock yearned for her. She whipped around and slapped a hand across his face, letting her nails slash at him.

"You're a fucking monster," she screamed.

Anger rose within him though the pain of her slap was only the barest sting. Her words stabbed into him. HE was a monster? When all he'd thought of these last twenty years was finding her. Finding the girl her father had abandoned in that village of cattle? He'd SAVED her from monsters. Kaev lunged at her, caught up the wrist that slapped in one of his huge hands. She squeaked in terror as he grabbed her, nearly falling to the ground in her fright. He jerked her wrist up to pull her against him. This time she stared up at him, her sparkling green eyes now wide as they darted across his face.

He lowered his face to hers, eyes going savage. "Don't test me Anahid," he said quietly, trying to tamp the rising anger down. With his cock again pressed to her the blood rose too high within him. He could feel her heaving breasts against his chest. The scent of her overcame him and he had to give in, if only for a moment.

He kissed her, forcing her lips to open under his. He shoved his tongue down her throat, showed her all the ways he was going to fuck her...eventually. She tried to pull away but he grabbed her hair with his free hand. Twisting his fingers through the thick waves he pressed her face into his. Held her so she could not retreat, could not twist away. He bit her lower lip, hard enough to draw a bit of blood and she gasped. But then he felt her body respond to him, in the way he knew it would if he forced it to its true self. She pressed her hips into him. He growled, deep in his throat as he sensed the instinct taking over within her. She wanted him. Though she didn't know why, she was aching for his cock. Aching for his hands to touch every inch of her.

He freed her hand and ripped her tunic open at the front. Whimpering in fear she tried to push him away again while also covering her exposed breasts. Perfect and plump and just barely a handful. He growled again, and grabbed up both her wrists, pulled them behind her back to hold there with one of his hands. He tugged her arms, making her breasts pop delightfully from her ripped shirt as she arched her back.

With his free hand he kneaded at one, then the other. Though she gasped and tried to tug away he gripped her wrists all the harder and pressed his cock against her. "The more you struggle the more I can't resist you. If you don't want this why do you fight so hard against it?"

He pinched one of her nipples and she moaned, her back arching into him. His fingers moved to the other. Grazed over the now alert bud, pinched it even harder. She cried out in pain, but he felt her hips rock against his. His lips moved to her neck again, knowing he needed to taste her. He kissed along her throat, up to her ear while his hand continued to massage her breasts. As he bit her ear lightly, he flicked her tender nipple with his fingers. She cried out and this time he couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. He smiled. That was the best place to be.

Kaev moved his mouth back to her throat, feeling her panting breaths against his lips. "Have you been fucked yet?"

She groaned, weakly tried to pull away from him as she slowly shook her head. "Please...no."

He let his teeth graze her neck. "Has any man touched you here?" He pinched her swollen nipple between his fingers, "Here?"

"No," she whimpered.

He moved his mouth lower, running his tongue along her collarbone, down to her heaving breasts. He licked one of the bright pink buds and she shivered, making his cock jerk against her thigh. He grinned, took the nipple into his mouth and sucked, pulling tenderly at it as his tongue swirled. His fingers mimicked the motion on her other breast. Pinching and working it to a stiff and throbbing peak.

She jerked against him, her head falling back as she moaned and he had to release her hands to instead catch her as her legs began to buckle.

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Anahid felt she floated outside her body. This could not be real. She was not this girl that went weak in the forest as a brutal man ravaged her tits. She felt the moan ripple through her and her legs gave out. Instantly his hand moved to her lower back, pressed her into him, all while his mouth and other hand kept their pace on her nipples. The ache between her legs grew, was becoming unbearable.

She found herself pressing into him, looking for something, anything to relieve the throbbing need between her legs. But she was still terrified. There was still some part of her brain that rebelled against the feel of this giant of a man against her. And she had seen the size of his cock, knew it hungrily pressed against her. She imagined he would rip her in half once he got around to raping her.

But for now his tongue sent her mind spinning as it assaulted her breasts. He bit down harshly on her tender bud and she sobbed at the white-hot fire it sent through her stomach, straight into her center. And then he was lowering her to the ground, kneeling over her, his mouth never leaving its important work on her breasts.

He began to work his way down, down to the waistband of her skirt. She heard him growl in frustration as he found the obstacle. His hands grasped the skirt, gave it a sharp tug and she felt it rip as he tore it away. The cool air of the forest now touched every inch of her and she was ashamed to feel the wetness between her legs. Her body seemed intent on betraying her.

Anahid weakly struggled, though the fight had long escaped her. He reached a hand up, twisted one nipple savagely in punishment and she stilled with a soft moan. He moved lower down her body, grabbed at her hips and hitched her up, positioned her thighs across his broad shoulders. He looked up to her, met her eye.

He lowered his mouth to her pussy, still holding her eye. Knowing any struggle was pointless she melted into the soft forest floor as she dug her fingers into the dirt. "You've never asked my name," he said softly then pressed his mouth against her soft folds. She inhaled sharply at the feel of his warm mouth against her quivering body. His tongue darted out, licked slowly up her wet slit. She jerked, astonished at the pleasure. Her mind seemed to fly even farther away and the only thing in the world was her throbbing ache that continued to grow.

He lifted his mouth slightly and met her eye again. "Do you want to know my name?" he asked, his gray eyes amused.

She shook her head, "I don't care." He chuckled, lowered his mouth to her again and drew out another quaking gasp. His tongue swept up her folds and then paused at the top. Gently he flicked at the nub there and she screeched at the instant pleasure it set ablaze within her. He worked her clit, swirling his tongue around it, eventually bringing it into his mouth, suckling at it like it was the most delicious thing he'd tasted. And still her body jerked and her hips moved into him, pressing greedily into his face.

Tighter and tighter he wound her, she felt it...there was a cliff she was about to go over and she eagerly ran towards it. But then he lifted his mouth, left her feeling aching and empty.

"Ask me my name," he ordered.

She trembled, her pussy throbbed, screamed at her to just ask him his name. She met his eye, saw the dark lust within him and shook her head. He smirked, and moved his hand from where it grasped at her bottom. Slipping it around her leg he traced a finger down her dripping slit. She bucked, her body chasing the pleasure.

Gently he eased the finger between her folds and she gasped, letting her head fall back down into the dirt as he pressed deeper into her. His tongue found her clit again. As he worked his finger slowly into her his tongue tickled urgently at her swollen nub.

She panted, her breaths coming so fast she thought she'd pass out. He buried his finger up to the knuckle and then slowly pulled it out, then back in, creating a rhythm between his tongue and finger. A whine escaped her throat as he worked and she felt him chuckle, mouth still against her. Again, right as she began to arch into him, right as she felt the tension too high to survive, he pulled his mouth from her pussy though his finger still moved ever-so-slowly within her.

"Ask me," he again rumbled and now his voice was low with barely restrained lust.

Before she could shake her head again, he curved his finger, stroked the inside of her like she was an instrument. Another long, high whine escaped her lips and she hungrily thrust her hips up to him.

"Ask me."

His thumb fell on her clit, pressed hard against her as his finger inside her stilled. He slowly moved the thumb in a circle and watched her face. She met his intense gray eyes, ashamed at the pleading she knew he'd find in her gaze.

"Please..." she panted. He continued to circle his thumb slowly, much too slowly. Finally she gasped, "What's your name?"

He grinned in triumph and she hated how beautiful his face was in that moment. He dropped his mouth back to her throbbing clit as his finger resumed its urgent attention, sliding in and out, faster and faster. He seemed to take her entire pussy in his mouth. The rough feel of his stubble sending shivers rippling through her body, the swirling dance of his tongue making her breaths come fast and gasping. Sucking hungrily on her swollen clit he carried her to the edge. Pushed her right off.

She climaxed with a howl, her hips thrusting fiercely into his face as her hands flew to the back of his head. He grabbed her hips as he continued to milk the orgasm from her. Tears fell from her eyes as she convulsed, the pleasure of the climax nothing she'd experience in her short nineteen years of life.

And still he consumed her pussy, didn't allow her any relief as she bucked and whined under his mouth. She tried to pull his head away but he refused. Eventually she lost whatever senses she had left and collapsed completely, head lolling, arms going limp. Only then did he pull his face from her.

She felt him crawl up beside her, pulling her into him as he cradled her spent body. He tucked her against him, whispered in her ear, "My name is Kaev."