Berserker

Chapter Two

    Intense pleasure coursed through her, making her sigh. It was foreign. Not something her virgin body was familiar with. It made her n*****s harden. Made her toes curl and back arch. The wet heat trailed up her core and flicked over her c******s. She gasped and her hips shot up, searching for the source of the pleasure. The source hungrily lapped at her aching heat and she cried out as it sucked on her clit.

    She wanted to open her eyes. Wanted to see who pleasured her in such a way. But she didn't. She knew if she did the pleasure would end. So she kept her eyes shut and writhed as she was brought to climax, over and over again. 

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    Her body hummed with satisfaction as she lay curled in a ball on the fur mat. Her body felt bare and she felt...clean. She frowned and slowly opened her eyes. Animal pelts and tent walls greeted her gaze and she sat up. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, brushing over her bare n*****s, and she shivered. 

    Bare...

    She looked down and gasped. Her chest was bare, her DD breasts out for the whole world to see. The rest of her thick figure was bare, her skin clean, and her feet cut free. She looked at her hair and saw it glistening. Someone cleaned me... 

    She shuddered and slowly stood. She picked up a lion fur and wrapped it around her like a towel. She gazed around at the tent, her body quivering as she scanned the many skulls and weapons. Oh my God...

    Mine is soft..."

    Her gaze snapped toward the mouth of the tent, the only source of light. It was open slightly, a little light peeking through the slit. She heard laughter and jolly conversation. She gulped and slowly approached the opening. The girl looked through it and gasped. Males and females covered in an armor of bones roamed the campgrounds, a good amount surrounding a flameless fire pit. They were all gorgeous, tall, and well-muscled, but it was the biggest and tallest that caught her eye. He was seated on a log, his tan body covered from head to toe in wolf fur and bones. He looked to be about seven feet and his muscle mass was frightening. She couldn't see his face-for his back faced her-but she could see his hair, which was pulled back into a low ponytail that trailed down his back. 

    He's the leader. She didn't know how she knew, she could just tell. The way he sat, the way the others spoke to him. His very presence seemed to demand respect.

    The female sitting next to him nudged him and motioned back, toward the tent the girl was in. He stood. 

    Crap! 

    She scrambled back and ran toward the far end of the tent, to the fur mat she'd awakened on, and hid underneath the fur she covered herself with. She shook violently and silent tears cascaded down her cheeks. Please don't come here, please-

    The fur was yanked off her body and she was forced to stand. She immediately closed my eyes and tilted her head down. 

    He growled and forcefully raised her chin. "Look at me." His guttural, rough voice demanded. She ignored his command, fear hindering her from obeying. "LOOK AT ME!" 

    Her eyes flew open and she came face to face with a strong-jawed, crooked nose, thin-lipped, prominent bone structured, scruffy beard covered face. His crimson gaze studied her eyes as she silently cried, her gaze pleading for mercy. 

    “MacBhrian.”

    She frowned. “What?”

    “I’m MacBhrian.”

    “Susan.” She squeaked out her name, her body still trembling.

    "You are younger than what we usually receive, and I didn't expect it to be you, but you will do." 

    She frowned. What does he mean?

    As if reading her mind he answered her question. "My beast has chosen you."