Berserker

Chapter Four

    She ran through the forest, the howls sounding all around her. She wasn’t afraid though as she ran from the wolf. No. She was grinning like a madman, her heart racing with excitement. She murmured a spell and the trees covered her trail of broken twigs as she ran. They also blocked the wolf from reaching her anytime soon. She heard his frustrated growl and a giggle left her. 

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    She laughed as he pinned her beneath him, looking annoyed. “You promised no magic.”

    “And you promised no wolf.”

    He smirked and kissed her passionately. “I thought you loved me as a beast.”

    She looked up at him past her lashes, her lips curled in a sultry grin. “Maybe…” She raised her knee, brushing it against his hard member. He groaned and buried his face against her neck. As he did this, he slowly raised her dress, exposing her lower half to him. 

    “You drive me mad.”

    “Good.”

    She helped him push his trousers down and soon, his large c**k was buried deep inside her. She cried out in both pleasure and pain, her back arching. “Fen!”

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    Her eyes shot open the second she felt a warm tongue lick her wound. She was on her stomach and his front was pressed against her back. Susan struggled to suppress a shiver as he repeated the simple yet toe-curling action. God give me strength...

    "I-I am....hungry..." She stated, hoping he'd care enough about her needs than his own. 

    He growled but thankfully got off. He stood with her and covered Susan in lion fur. He then exited his tent with her in his arms. Oh my God...

    "Never mind I change my mind. Take me back." 

    It seemed all of them were out and about. Some with humans at their sides. Susan spotted the girl who'd offered her a smile sitting on a male's lap, giggling as he whispered something in her ear. What the heck?

    Why wasn't she struggling or running or something besides that? Besides giggling. Susan was so focused on trying to figure why that girl wasn't doing what a kidnapped girl should be doing that she didn't realize they were approaching the fire pit. MacBhrian sat on a log and held Susan close. That odd, giggling female got off the male's lap and approached the two. 

    "Hi, I'm Lucinda, that's Jake, Suzy, and Craig." As she said a few other names Susan realized the other teens were at the fire pit as well laughing and talking to beings of the opposite s*x. She cringed and looked at her hands. They are not right in the head. 

    "I'm Susan." She grumbled bitterly. 

    Susan heard Lucinda sigh and walk off. Probably to continue acting like a disgusting slut. She reeled at the direction her thoughts went, completely horrified with herself. Whoa, calm down Susan. 

    "What do you eat?" 

    She frowned and looked up into his smoldering eyes. "What?" 

    He grunted. "What. Do. You. Eat?" 

    She blinked then explained to him how “I eat anything that doesn't fall under a meat category.” 

    His eyes glowed for a split second and then a female was handing her a plate full of cheeses, pieces of bread, and fruits, as well as a cup that she hoped, was filled with water. She took a tentative sip and sighed. Nice, cold water. 

    She slowly ate the food and sighed, patting her belly when finished. 

    "She's a wee lass MacBrhiain. Too small for you to mate without hurting." 

    MacBhrian growled at the voice and Susan tensed. She looked toward the one who spoke and saw that it was the male who held Lucinda. She was offended he’d called small. Yeah, Susan was below 5'4" but she hated being called small. 

    "I'm not small I'm cute-size, there's a difference." She snapped. 

    All conversations seized and all eyes were on her. She shrank back and MacBrhiain's hold on her tightened. And then all the creatures broke out into laughter. 

    "She's a spit-fire!" A female boomed with glee. 

    "A nice addition to the clan aye?" Another said. 

    Susan frowned and was a little freaked out. Even the male who'd she'd been rude to was laughing. Who becomes happy over rudeness? She huffed and crossed her arms. Great, not even the monsters can take me seriously. 

    MacBrhiain grunted and stood, heading back to the tent no doubt. Shouts for him to stay could be heard but he paid them no heed. 

    "I don't want to go in there." Susan pleaded. He paid no attention to her as well and she gulped. God, please don't let him do anything like before, please. 

    When he entered the tent his lips were on Susan’s in seconds, his tongue stroking hers as he made his way to the fur mat he seems to use as a bed. It wasn't uncomfortable and as he laid her down upon it she internally sighed at the touch of softness. The fur that covered her was tossed aside and his big, calloused hands cupped her breasts. She gasped as his rough thumbs brushed over her n*****s, her core moistening. He left her mouth to suck on her right n****e, causing Susan to moan and arch her back. God, it felt so good yet it was so wrong. 

    When he was finished with her right n****e he moved to the other, his hand trailing down to stroke her c******s. She moaned and raised her hips, seeking more. She didn't want this and yet she did. It was all too confusing. He was awakening something inside her, something that purred and begged for more. More of him. More of the pleasure he freely offered. It was odd and scared the poor girl. 

    He made her feel treasured when he did this and at the same time, he made her feel as if he had complete and utter control over her body. She was ashamed to admit that he did. He could make her body wet against her will. Make her body yearn for him. For his... Gah, what is wrong with me? She needed to stop this, but as he slowly inserted a finger into her heat all thought left her mind and all she could think of was the pleasure. Her innocent self abandoned ship and in its place was a nymphomaniac.