Bound By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1) Read Online Free Page B

the conquered and the
conqueror. The earth and the sky. More filled than she had ever
been and more satisfied. But instantly, like an addict anticipating
the comedown, she wanted more. More Rannulf, more moon, more of his
sperm in her hollow and empty womb.
    “Again,” she cried. “Fuck me again, fuck me
until I disintegrate into thin air. Until I become a part of the
wind!”
    Rannulf huffed.
    “You’ve served your purpose,” he said.
    He took his wide claws and severed the ropes
binding her to the tree. She fell in a lump at his feet, only now
she realized what a massive creature she had been at the mercy of.
She reached around, feeling the pieces of bark that were pressed
into her skin as if they had grown there, the leaves that stuck
blindly to the bottoms of her feet. Even her chest bore the
impressions of his fur, lines carved into her skin as if each piece
of fur was as hard as his raging rod.
    “Now be gone,” he said, “or I’ll have to kill
you.”
    Rachel’s head reeled. She needed to have
more. She didn’t understand why he had taken her so fiercely only
to let her go after one try. She sat upright in the dirt, putting
her small, calloused hand on his giant paw.
    “Don’t you get it?” he yelled, causing more
leaves to fall. “We are done here! I am finished with you and you
don’t look good enough to eat. Get out of here unless you want to
be dead.”
    She flared her nostrils. The energy from the
sun and his sex and her own triumphant spirit came through her body
all at once. She yelled and screamed, tackling Rannulf to the
ground. She had already taken the mountain by force today and she
could surely take him. She moved faster than she ever had before,
running the ropes around his hind legs and tying him to the tree
she had just been released from. Before he could fight back, she
grabbed his paws and used her pick to climb up the tree and secure
his front legs around his head and around the tree, still
completely naked. She tied knot after knot, assuring he wouldn’t
escape, and that even if he did, the whole tree would come down
with him.
    “You underestimate me,” she said, growling
into his pointed ears. Dropping her voice so it was closer in tone
to his. “You think you’ve seen all my tricks, everything I have to
offer you. But you’re wrong.”
    He was growing angrier, but looking down at
his pubic region she saw that he was also getting more aroused. She
shimmied down the tree and swung her body around so she was
repelling down his body, dragging her soft skin and hard muscles
down his equally ripped chest, caressing the fur on her way
down.
    “Don’t you want to see what else I can do?”
she said.
    He said nothing, but his growing erection
answered for him.
    She wasn’t just trying to save herself from
his strength. She wasn’t just trying to conquer him, like she did
her other adventures. He wasn’t just a picture or a thing to cross
off her bucket list. It wasn’t just about finding someone to ravage
her body until she was cast away from it. She had seen the moon he
could conjure, she had felt the energy of the earth invade her
body, absorb into her from the inside out. She had a taste of what
the wilderness was like when it consumed her and she wasn’t going
to let that go. She had found her man. She had found her womb’s
ultimate counterpart. She would show him just how fit she was to
carry on his seed.
    Rachel grabbed the pick from out of the tree
and walked over, stopping directly in front of Rannulf. She sat on
the ground in front of him and spread her legs wide, exposing the
pink folds of her pussy, introducing the wet cavern of her insides
to the lively mountain air. She leaned forward and spread herself
out further, letting her gaping lips show him where he had been and
where he undoubtedly wanted to go again.
    She played herself like a harp. Plucking her
folds and rubbing her pearl in rhythm, mesmerizing more than just
Rannulf. His member was swaying along with