Thread: Wolf Mountain {Darkest Nightmare & Vertigis}

Logan was panting himself as he held Holly, not from any physical effort, but instead solely from his growing excitement. The throbbing cock trapped between them was bouncing and grinding as Holly squirmed in his grip, sending little thrills of pleasure through his body and building anticipation for when he'd finally get to plunge it into one of Holly's holes. He could just force her down and take her now, but Logan liked the fight she was giving him too much. Most of the thrill he found in hunting was stalking his prey, the final kill shot almost a letdown. It was the same with women, the thrill was in the chase and their sweet reactions to what he did to them. Even his final cum was always better the longer he got to play before. Holly was struggling to free herself with more effort now, eyes flashing in challenge Logan imagined that the intellectual, modern, and civilized part of her mind resented everything he had just said. She didn't think she was anyone's bitch, no, she probably thought gender equality meant bedroom equality as well. That was what she'd probably lapped up from the castrated and pussy whipped men she'd fucked before Logan, at least. Logan had given her a taste of what a real man was like in the last month, and she'd seem to like it, but tonight he'd show her for real. Now, even as she struggled, he could tell that the other part of her, the raw, primal, and feminine side, was responding to his rough touch and masculine dominance. She was wet in his hand, her sex burning his skin and her mound swollen and juicy. Every little wriggle, jerk, and twist she made was only grinding her core onto his rubbing fingers harder, giving her more pleasure. She might has well have been fucking herself on his hand, and the sticky juices that coated his palm were proof she was as excited as Logan. He just grinned at her first protests, letting the wet, slurping, and smacking noises coming from between her legs be his reply. Then she made a last ditch effort to free herself, shocking even Logan with the fury she summoned. Not strong enough to break his grip, her nails clawed his chest and left ten red lines over his hard pecs that made him hiss. Then came to the slap, hard enough to sting and oddly loud in the quiet early evening air. That blow made Logan blink, at least, but his grin only widened and his grip on her didn't budge. The hand on her slit was wearing her down, her own hot arousal starting to consume the prideful anger that had flared at the way he was treating her. Suddenly she wasn't fighting him, but holding on as she yielded to his strength. Her eyes still blazed at him, but lust was winning the war with rage and her final words to him sounded more like a challenge, not a denial. My bitch has claws and a sharp tongue, just how I like 'em. Don't give up making me earn you, Logan growled out before giving her another savage, passionate kiss. The hand on the back of her neck swiveled around and he gripped her throat instead, thumb pressing hard against her jaw. He could feel her racing pulse in his fingers as he squeezed that sensitive flesh and lifted her up slightly by her neck, forcing her to rise to her tiptoes in order to breathe. The hand rubbing her sex paused and he slipped two of his meaty fingers into her dripping passage, feeling her hot walls grip tight around the intruding digits as he started to roughly pump her needy hole. He was forcing her to get more turned on, pushing her sexual buttons and making her own body betray her. Logan smiled now, loving that she looked so vulnerable like this, threatened with choking on one end while being finger fucked on the other, all while trying to balance on her toes just to keep up with her panting breaths. Fuck, you are dripping on me now. You love the feeling of being mine, don't you? Helpless, overpowered, and about to be used like a bitch in heat. I could do anything I want to you. Anything. And that idea is just making you wetter, isn't it? Logan knew that Holly would never have admitted before tonight that she wanted a man to dominate her so roughly. She probably even thought the concept was just some misogynistic porn fantasy that created rapists. But fuck if she wasn't getting turned on right now and Logan suspected, like most of his girlfriends, she'd secretly gotten herself off to that very same taboo idea that she pretended outwardly was so vile and despicable. She'd certainly never had a man treat her like Logan was, never been left deliciously teetering between lusting for more pleasure and at the same time fearing what the cost in pain might be. A man who was going to fuck her roughly whether she wanted it or not. I'm going to make you my bitch. And you are going to like it. Could you even stop me if you wanted to? --- Ethan could have just made out with Tara and sensually explored every inch of her body all night if they were alone. The feel of her hot, nubile body moving against him was mesmerizing enough to make him want to just lie on her and dry fuck her for hours. Still very stoned, every touch, rub, kiss, and caress was amplified to mind shattering levels of pleasure, just her thigh rubbing his cock through his jeans was making him moan. But, Logan lurked in the back of his head and he couldn't enjoy what should be a magical night of intimacy for the new couple. Both the threat of his brother turning this fun trip into a nightmare as well as the perverted tastes he'd forced Ethan to start to crave were filling Ethan's mind, pulling him out of the moment with Tara and into planning of how to fuck her as quickly as possible. The rope had been a gamble, but the only idea he had about how to get her into a position where he controlled the pace. Ethan had not really expected Tara to agree to tying her up with them, perhaps because he expected she'd see through his intentions. It was awfully kinky given the relatively tame history they'd had together in the bedroom so far, but perhaps the pot she'd smoked, the romantic sunset they were enjoying, or just the natural wildness of being in the woods, had all conveniently conspired to make the normally uptight and prudish girl suddenly want to let loose. Plus, he'd been a sensitive gentleman so far, almost too much of one in fact. Ethan kept his grin steady when she agreed, not wanting to let the surprised relief he felt inside scare her into second thoughts. Planting another long kiss, he murmured a last reassurance. Anytime you want baby, just tell me and I'll untie you. You'll always be safe with me. Ethan shifted and pulled himself up, straddling Tara across her waist and effectively pinning her down with his weight as he reached over for the ropes. Eying her as he uncoiled the ten foot length, he nodded at her top which had half a breast hanging out from his earlier fondling. Why don't you take your top and bra off before I tie your hands up. They'll only get in the way, Ethan said, licking his lips. He'd seen her naked after their last date, but the room had been dark. There was still just enough light left and he wanted to see her bare breasts with his eyes at last. As he stared in her now lusty hazel eyes, he reached back with a hand and slid it between her thighs to cup her sex. Even through the jean shorts she still had on, he could feel the warmth radiating from her groin as he pressed his palm against her core. He winked at her and tapped his fingers against her mound, like he might impatiently drum them on a desk. I'll take your shorts off later, when you're ready for your tongue bath.