Thread: Wolf Mountain {Darkest Nightmare & Vertigis}

Don't like it? Or worried that you like it too much? growled Logan back at Holly's last protest. The girl was getting desperate now, helpless as he held her by her neck and continued to pump his fingers in her now dripping hole. The fear and anger in her eyes was in lovely contrast to her body's shameless response to his touch. She'd clawed at him, pushing at his face and scratching it, but all it took was a small step back to keep her at arm's length and use his longer limbs to put his body out of reach. Despite that, he didn't particularly enjoy leaving her hanging like this. The position proved a point, and it was fun to see her squirm, but the anxiety that the feeling of choking gave most woman made it hard for them to fully come around in the way Logan liked. It was a shock tactic, a way of setting the tone for the rest of the night. In the end, after all his play, manhandling, and rough treatment, he still liked them begging willingly for his cock. Not every woman got there, but the masculine dominant high he felt when he'd worked a girl into submitting was like nothing else. So... stop me if you don't like it then. Logan slid forward suddenly, his muscled body moving with surprising athletic grace, and his body crossed behind her like a dancer circling his partner in a spin. The hand on Holly's throat shifted and he pinned her now with his forearm, pulling her back against him as he stood behind her and rubbed his throbbing cock against her back. She could breathe like this, no longer being lifted up, but his arm had just enough pressure to let her know he could still choke her at any time if he wished. The hand buried in her slit paused to tug on her shorts, yanking the khaki fabric and her panties down towards her knees and baring her completely to his touch. With his mouth nuzzled against her cheek, he had a nice view down the front of her body, although her jiggling mounds dominated his vision. That sweet sight of those bouncing breasts was enough to make him start to play with them as he held her tight against him. His touch was rough and assertive, squeezing and kneading her breasts and giving them small, stinging slaps from below. When I'm through with you, you'll never have been fucked harder, Logan murmured in her ear, biting her soft lobe as his fingers started to tease her nipples. Those tender nubs were likely still stinging from his slaps, but he touched them now with surprising gentleness. And if you are a good girl, I can be very, very nice. I just need to get you warmed up first. After giving her that brief carrot of pleasure, his hand suddenly slapped down on her still wet sex, palm hitting her clit as his fingers fell amidst her swollen folds. One, two, and finally three smacks fell on that tender flesh, and then he resumed rubbing her slit, again with a shocking amount of sensual artistry instead of the rough pawing from earlier. His fingers were moving softly, just the fingertips dragging through her folds as his thumb circled around her erect clit. He imagined she was still reeling from the mix of pleasure and pain swirling in her most intimate areas. Mhmm, yea that's right, I can make you cum so hard if you play along. Logan brought his hand up to Holly's faces, showing her the glistening, juice covered fingers. Her nectar was shimmering in the fading light, a trickle running down his wrist, and the lurid proof of her body's response was undeniable. Holly's musk filled the air, a sweet and tangy scent of sex that made Logan pant in desire. He took the wet hand and rubbed her face with her own arousal, smearing it against her cheeks and lips before sliding two of his fingers between her lips. I've never seen you wetter, bitch. Tell me again that you don't like this, that you don't want to be my bitch. --- Baby, I promise! You can trust me, replied Ethan, giving her his best innocent, puppy dog eyes. Scout's honor. I even know how to tie knots well, so I can untie them quickly. This is just fun, relax. The dark haired young man felt some buried part of his conscience screaming at him that what he was doing was wrong. Perhaps Logan's approach, just outright rough and violent domination, was almost easier on his victims than what Ethan seemed to be planning. Was it crueler to mislead Tara like this to abuse her trust, and then get her into a position where she was at his mercy? Ethan pushed the thought aside, he still had this fantasy that he could tease her enough that she'd be begging him to fuck her. It was unlikely, he knew Tara well enough by now to know the girl had enormous self-control when it came to sex. She'd no doubt already decided exactly how, when, and what the plan was for letting Ethan finally fuck her, and he somehow doubted that being tied up in a tent was at all part of whatever girlish and no doubt romantic fantasy she had concocted for the 'special' moment. The sight of Tara pulling her top off was enough to focus Ethan's stoned mind back on more carnal thoughts. Even Tara's coy tease, hiding her mounds and revealing them at once, was a perfect indication of how much she treasured her body and how high her expectations were for who got to enjoy it. She acted like just letting Ethan look at her breasts was some kind of special honor! The breasts were, however, as delectable as Ethan had imagined and he did feel privileged as his eyes feasted on them. Even flattened from her lying on her back, they were appeared more than full enough to meet Ethan's more modest tastes in chests. And they way they moved while in this position, jiggling and sliding with every breath and movement of her body, was simply mesmerizing. Untanned, they almost glowed in the fading pink light from their brightness, with the dusky buttons of her nipples like two bulls eyes for his eyes to lock onto. The thought of sucking on those sweet buds made Ethan lick his lips in anticipation. Was it possible to make a girl cum from just licking her nipples long enough? It might be worth testing... Then she was thrusting her crossed wrists at him, the motion forcing her breasts together and creating a little valley of cleavage. Her hazel eyes were a little worried, and he saw some anxiety in her face as she furrowed her brows and asked him if she as doing it right, then reminded him to be gentle. The act of willing submission, and the trust she showed him, sent a surge of lust through Ethan's already aching body. Fuck, she was going to be helpless and in his hands in minutes. Yes, baby, that's perfect. This rope is soft, you won't feel a thing, Ethan replied and grasped her small wrists gently. He wrapped the rope around them slowly, keeping eye contact with her and making his motions as sensual and non-threatening as he could. Her arm was so skinny he wound up looping the nylon cord several times around each wrist, halfway up her forearms, before tying it off in an elegant, scout worthy knot. Logan had taught his little brother some useful skills, at least, and her hands were firmly bound now, with no escape possible without someone's help. There, how does that feel? A little helpless maybe? It's ok, the point is to make this exciting... you'll feel every touch even more, knowing you can't stop me. Just embrace it, give yourself to me. Now.. let me get comfortable, Ethan said and stood up, smiling at the sight of the trussed girl below him. Straddling her half-naked form, he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. Winking at her, he pulled them and his Calvin Klein boxer briefs down, stepping out of them with casual ease. His cock sprung out, fully hard and eager to finally be free of the tight confines it had been trapped in for the last fifteen minutes. Ethan watched Tara's eyes as it bounced slightly, throbbing visibly above her bound form. Veined, thick, and long, he wasn't quite as big as Logan, but on his smaller frame the cock looked more impressive. And if she looked beyond his cock, the body that towered over her wasn't musclebound and hulking, like Logan, but was still toned, chiseled, and undeniably masculine with that big, hard cock sticking straight out. He knew she thought he was hot, and he enjoyed letting her drink his nude form in while illuminated in the soft, fading red light of the dying day. Outside, the moon was rising and night had come to the wilderness. Ethan felt a similar primal urge calling him, like Logan, to release the savage side he hated. This scene playing out in the tent could be a thousand years old, a tribal hunter standing over some woman he'd captured in a raid. The idea of having his way with her almost felt natural, like a scene repeated throughout the history of Man and imprinted now in Ethan's unconscious mind like instinct. A strong man, a helpless woman, and sex in the air. He had to control himself, he still wanted to do this his way, not Logan's, but it would be so easy to break down. The smile Ethan gave Tara was playful, reassuring, and then he let his eyes roam her half-naked and tied body. Reaching down, he gripped his thick shaft and began to stroke himself, his breath quickening as his cock pulsed with pleasure from every pump of hist fist. He liked the feeling her watching him jerk himself, using her supine form to get off. It made the lewd act feel more like a form of sexual worship, like he was overwhelmed with lust from the sight of her and just couldn't help himself. His voice was thick and husky with desire when he finally spoke, saying, Fuck, you make me hot baby. You are so gorgeous. You like what you see, baby? I think it's time for your bath.