Thread: Wolf Mountain {Darkest Nightmare & Vertigis}

Logan liked the way Holly struggled against him, half-heartedly trying to push him away even as her body melted against his strength. He had tried to smother her concerns with his kiss, but they still were still burning in her mind when he let her up for air. She wasn't going to give up her worries easily, no matter how much he had tried to intimidate and seduce them away. She had fight, he liked that about her. It's what drew her to him. But sometimes even a plucky rabbit had to realize that when a big set of jaws were around it there was no point in struggling. Not that he wanted her meek and fragile, like Tara, no, he liked her the way she was. Strong minded, but respectful. A woman who might worship him with the right coaching, but still be tough and make him earn her obedience. He hoped she panned out, if not, the search would continue. What if I told you that calling you my bitch might be the highest compliment? Logan said in response, eyes twinkling at the odd question as he moved his hips in a circle that rubbed his now fully hard and very big cock against Holly's still sweaty stomach. The sweet sensation of her skin sliding against the sensitive underside of his shaft made him gasp. He glanced down by reflex and found that dribbles of pre-cum had left a glazed, glistening half-circle of moisture that shone on her peachy skin in the fading light. Her large breasts framed his cock from this point of view, though they still were hidden in her pink bra. He frowned at that suddenly annoying scrap of cloth. It was like a barrier Holly was keeping between them, some vestige of control, and Logan didn't like it. It was time to stop pussyfooting around and show her he had teeth. The sun was down now, the sky lit only with its red afterglow. The orange harvest moon hung low behind Holly's head and Logan felt like the transition to night meant an end to any pretense he had maintained that he was a normal guy with vanilla kinks. They were in the wild and it was getting dark, time for him to let his wild side out as well. Either Holly liked it, or she didn't. Either way, he'd have his fun. His hands moved behind her back to grab the strap of her suddenly offensive bra, but instead of unfastening it, he ripped it apart with a powerful twist of his arms. He dragged the torn bra off of her in a forceful motion and studied the full, soft mounds that finally were bared to his hungry gaze. He'd seen them before of course, but now, heaving slightly with her faster breathing they were delicious. Fuck, you are gorgeous. So goddam sexy. I just want to devour you. But, back to why being my bitch isn't what you think. My dad used to breed dogs, and good bitches were the most prized of all his kennel, Logan continued as one of his hands slid up to grip the back of Holly's neck firmly. His eyes were locked on hers again and while his lips still had a slight twist, a hint of a smile, his blue orbs were intent and serious, seemingly searching deep inside her for some sort of response. The other hand was busy on her khaki shorts, unbuttoning them roughly and then diving under the waistband of her panties to cup her hot mound in his large palm. He held her sex tightly, fingers fluttering in her folds as if feeling the weight of a ripe peach. She was warm to his touch and he started to rub her, eager to feel her juices begin to drip onto his fingers. His hand moved slow at first, but was strong, and his firm grip just as masculinely possessive as the kiss he had given her. This is mine , he seemed to say with his hand, Your cunt is mine. I'm not comparing you to a dog, baby, don't look upset. But good bitches are tough, strong, and oh so loyal to their mate. They aren't sluts, fucking any male they see while in heat, but want to give themselves to only the one worthy of them. They always pick strongest they can get in the pack, the alpha if they can handle him, Logan murmured, kissing Holly across the face and jaw, before finally burrowing in to nip her earlobe. His scruffy beard tickled against her soft skin, while his hand kept moving relentlessly on her swelling slit. And that male, he respects his bitch, she's his only mate if she's worhty. But when they fuck... shit... they go crazy. And when you fuck a woman like a bitch.... Logan's voice grew husky and the teeth on Holly's ear bit down hard, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the throbbing pleasure his hand was giving her down below. Logan lifted his head up to stare at Holly again, sliding his hand from her neck to savagely seize one of her full breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh with his big paw-like hand, kneading it like dough and tugging on her nipple with a thumb and forefinger to force it to fully harden. Without warning, he let go and gave her breast a slap, setting it to swinging briefly before he grabbed it again. The breast would be flushing from his rough handling, he knew, blood rushing into the abused flesh and all its sensitive nerves firing in a confused jumble of conflicting sensations. An even sweeter pleasure always seemed to win out in Logan's experience. Well, at least for the girls that liked Logan's rough touch. You fuck her like a wild animal. And she does the same back to you. It's fucking and fighting, pain and pleasure. You show her each time that you are strong enough to deserve her. That's what I want to do to you right now, make you my bitch. I want you to know that you are mine. --- Let's just have some fun, as slow as you like, Ethan replied. He didn't need to be told twice when given an opening and the shirtless man seized Tara's delicate hands and stood up, pulling her slight frame off the log easily after him. Trying not to drag her, like he so desperately wanted to do right now, Ethan forced himself to walk casually as he led her into the tent. There were a couple bedrolls laid out and he teasingly grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down onto one of them so she was lying on her back. It was assertive act, but not as violent as Logan would make it. His older brother would likely have pulled her down by her hair or something similarly caveman-like. But Ethan was not going to be his brother tonight, and he pointedly kept a grin on his face to make it clear he was rough housing and this was all in sexy play. Without waiting for further encouragement, he slid on top of Tara and balanced on his elbows with their hips pressed together. His cock was already hard, a thick bulge that ran down one the legs of his jeans, and he knew she could feel it pressing against her thighs as they shifted into a more comfortable position on the firm bedroll. I can definitely warm you up, but I think you need a bath first, Ethan murmured as he hovered his head above Tara's own. The light from the sunset made the inside of the tent a deep, rosy hue, and he relished the sight of her beneath him drenched in that absurdly romantic tint. It would soon be too dark for him to see and he tried to drink in all the details of her beauty to burn into his mind before he'd have to work with touch alone. Of course, those eyes were still the most beguiling feature, her hazel irises now flecked with red, but the high cheek boned and very delicate face around them was worth a lingering gaze. It was her full lips that he looked at last, so luscious and clearly deserving of another quick kiss. But, all I have is my tongue to wash you with.... In a teasing hint of what he planned, Ethan started to kiss up Tara's cheek, his clean shaven jaw pressing against her smooth skin as he worked his mouth to her earlobe. Once there, his tongue emerged to slowly flick that soft, sensitive flesh, his breathing would sound loud and heavy as his mouth nuzzled at her ear. While he continued to nibble at her lobe, pulling it with his teeth at times, Ethan shifted his weight onto one elbow and lifted his other hand, gliding it down her smooth flank and then back up in slow strokes, before finally slipping it under her top and wriggling his fingers beneath the cup of her bra as well. He inhaled as he touched the bare skin of one of her tender mounds, fingers squeezing her flesh lightly before he began to caress it with teasing sensuality. And I need to wash every inch of you, since you are quite dirty, Ethan said, eying Tara with his best set of smoldering eyes. Behind her, he noticed a coil of rope that was obviously one of Logan's accessories. That sparked a little surge of heat, for what better way to show Logan that he didn't need his help than for his older brother to find that Ethan had already tied Tara up and had his way with her? The means by which he got there didn't matter, whether you held a girl down and hogtied her or she willingly gave you her wrists, the end result was still that she was helpless and at your mercy. And, despite his disgust for Logan's depravities, certain aspects of how Logan liked to play had rubbed off on Ethan. A tied girl, squirming helplessly under his touch as he did anything he wanted to her, well, he couldn't deny that it was arousing and his cock throbbed at the thought. His eyes twinkled and he nodded towards the rope. Hey, want to play a little game? Ever been tied up and teased to a massive orgasm by a guy's mouth... and while stoned out of your mind?