Dan the Adventurer, page 2
part #2 of Gold Girls and Glory Series
“You may only touch first wife if first wife invites you,” Holly said, running a hand down Nadia’s back and rubbing her beautiful ass.
Nadia grumbled something unintelligible as she sucked Dan.
Smiling wickedly, Holly said, “But first wife can do anything she wants to you.”
Holly slid her hand down Nadia’s ass and between her legs.
Nadia stiffened. Her emerald-green eyes opened wide with surprise. Then her eyelids fluttered, and she moaned around Dan’s girth as Holly’s hand worked back and forth.
Dan couldn’t see exactly what his elven wife was doing down there, but every motion of Holly’s hand made a wet squishing sound between Nadia’s legs.
Nadia whimpered and trembled, pushing her hips back into Holly’s probing fingers. Thirty seconds later, Nadia’s head rolled back. Dan popped free of her mouth, and Nadia cried out with pleasure, her entire body jerking with a powerful orgasm.
Standing above his two women, Dan almost popped off just from watching and hearing her climax.
Holly beckoned for him to switch places with her. “Your second wife is in heat, husband,” she said. “She needs you to fuck her harder than ever before. Again and again and again.”
Dan swiveled around behind Nadia, whose lovely ass pointed up at him, giving him a perfect view of her swollen, glistening slit.
Holly gave him a kiss. Her twinkling eyes stared into his as she walked to where he had been standing. Once more, she grabbed Nadia’s hair. “Up on all fours,” she commanded.
Nadia complied, still trembling, and laughed. “Evil elf.”
“That’s enough out of you, second wife,” Holly said. She stood, naked and beautiful, her eyes and pale skin gleaming in the firelight, with her legs spread and her sex inches from Nadia’s face.
Nadia’s lips spread open, and her pink tongue emerged, stretching out toward the space between Holly’s legs.
Holly pressed a hand into the brunette’s head, stopping her. “Have you ever tasted a woman?”
Pushing against Holly’s hand, straining forward with her tongue, Nadia groaned in the negative.
No, she hadn’t. But it was clear that she wanted to now. Wanted to very, very much.
Dan had never been so turned on. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait before plunging into Nadia, who was shaking harder now. A line of wetness ran like a tear down the inside of one thigh, glistening in the firelight.
The sight of her arousal almost pushed Dan over the edge, but he held back, doing his best to play Holly’s game. She loved it when Dan dominated her but also enjoyed taking control sometimes.
“Tonight,” Holly told Nadia, “you will taste a woman for the first time.”
“Yes,” Nadia gasped, and a shudder went through her body.
“But you have not yet earned the privilege to taste the first wife,” Holly said, a wickedly mischievous smile lighting her pretty face. She held out her fingers, which still glimmered with the wetness of Nadia’s essence. “You will nonetheless taste your first woman tonight. Suck your juices from my fingers. Make them clean so that I can pleasure myself as our husband takes you from behind.”
Holly made eye contact with Dan, then held his gaze as Nadia’s mouth closed over her fingers.
Dan stroked himself and stared back at Holly. In his peripheral, he could see Nadia’s head bobbing up and down as she sucked Holly’s fingers. Nadia slurped and moaned and smacked her lips. Holly had taken advantage of Nadia’s lust and was humiliating her, opening whole new realms of pleasure.
Holly pulled her fingers from Nadia’s mouth.
Nadia lurched forward with her head, trying to press her mouth between Holly’s legs, but again the elf stopped her. “No,” Holly said. “Brace yourself for the hardest fucking of your life. And watch me pleasure myself while our husband uses you.”
Blocking Nadia with one hand, Holly began to masturbate with the fingers that Nadia had sucked clean.
Nadia whimpered, begging for Holly to let her lick her, but Holly was merciless. “Now, husband,” Holly said, “fuck our wife. Fuck her hard.”
Dan didn’t have to be told twice. He dropped to his knees behind Nadia, spread her legs, and plunged forward, sinking his entire length into her tight, warm wetness.
Nadia cried out with surprise and pleasure.
Dan ravaged her, squeezing her hips as he pummeled her with deep thrusts.
Nadia yelped each time he filled her, but she met his thrusts with her own, the whole time staring straight ahead, watching Holly masturbate feverishly inches from her mouth.
A minute later, Holly shuddered and spewed elvish vows as a strong climax took her. Her back arched, lifting her perfect breasts as her blond head rolled back, and Dan could see veins in her pale neck, which glowed like moonlight above the shadowy recesses of her collarbones.
Dan kept pumping away, his own climax building rapidly from watching his beautiful wife orgasm.
Nadia thrust back into him harder than ever, growling as her own passion built.
Grabbing Nadia’s hair, Holly twisted her head sideways and up, so Dan, slamming away, could see the side of the brunette’s face.
“Taste your sister-wife,” Holly breathed, and slid her wet fingers into Nadia’s mouth.
Nadia moaned with ecstasy, sucking so hard that her cheeks went hollow. Instantly, she bucked with orgasm, her cries of passion muffled by Holly’s fingers, which she continued to suck even as her whole body convulsed.
The sights and sounds and sensations were too much. Dan roared and exploded, pumping his seed deep inside the beautiful, broken brunette.
Nadia fell forward, rolled onto her back, and pressed a hand between her legs. Still pulsing with climax, she panted, “Evil. Fucking. Elf.”
“You loved it,” Holly laughed. “And I’m glad you finally loosened up. Now we can have some real fun.” She smiled at Dan and curled her finger in a come-hither gesture. “My turn, husband…”
3
The Night Has Teeth
Nadia waited in the darkness until Dan and Holly had fallen asleep. The soft, slow rhythm of their breathing was music to her ears, but she had to get up, had to move, had to run.
Dan stirred but didn’t wake as Nadia untangled herself from her lovers’ arms and legs.
Their night had been wild and amazing and a little scary at times as she surrendered to pleasures she’d never before experienced or even desired. For a moment, she stared down at Dan and Holly. She could still taste and smell them. Part of her wanted to crawl back in the tent and wake them.
But no.
Not now.
Now, at last, Nadia was going to run.
The wilderness had been calling to her in every passing breeze since she was twelve years old.
Her first period had been shocking. As a girl in foster care, she’d entered womanhood feeling isolated, frightened, and confused.
Then, three nights later under a full moon, she changed again, undergoing a transformation far more terrifying than menstruation. She’d been sitting on the roof outside her bedroom window, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth, feeling sad and lonely and powerless.
Then, she shifted.
Three nights after becoming a woman, she had become a werewolf. And no matter what Dan and Holly might think, the wolf in Nadia was just as real as the woman.
Thankfully, she could control her wolf most of the time. On nights like this, however, here in the wilderness with the moon swelling toward fullness overhead, remaining in human form took every ounce of willpower.
Willpower and fear.
She knew Dan and Holly loved her, but she still feared that their feelings would change if they ever saw her shift.
Several times during the evening’s incredible sex marathon, with mischievous Holly grabbing hold of Nadia’s moon-and-forest-inflamed lust and twisting her into cruelly pleasurable new experiences, Nadia had nearly lost control.
Fueled by wild sex, the wolf had risen within her. In those moments, she battled her own mind because the wolf was her, and she was the wolf. Strong and insistent and seductive, the wolf demanded that she share her true nature and shift into her fused half-human/half-wolf form, and the notion filled Nadia with desire and terror.
Once, sandwiched between Dan and Holly, she had cried out, climaxing, and she’d actually begun to shift. Panicking, she had reined in the transformation before her lovers noticed.
That had been close. And horrifying. And very, very difficult to stop. Because part of Nadia wanted to shift in front of Dan and Holly. Part of her wanted to trust their assurances and share her whole self with them.
But she was afraid. Part of her was still a lonely little girl, trapped in foster care, hoping to find her true family and scared to death of doing something that would force her to start over again.
So she had waited to shift. Waited and waited and waited.
She slipped from the tent, wriggled out of her clothing, and padded barefoot to the edge of the stream. Shafts of moonlight fell through gaps in the canopy overhead, shining brightly upon the shallow water of the stream.
As Nadia stared down at the shimmering moonlight, an urgent excitement rose in her. She descended the bank and entered the stream. The ankle-deep water was ice cold, and goose bumps covered her naked body. Her nipples ached, hard as dagger tips.
Bright moonlight, broken by branches overhead, dappled her nakedness in stripes of light and darkness.
Pleasure rose. As always, she felt a moment of fluttering panic as a fountain of energy gushed to life within her. This was it, she knew—her last chance to stop the shifting.
But she didn’t want to stop.
She wanted to shift.
Wanted to run.
Her breathing grew fast and shallow. Pleasure and energy and excitement intertwined like lovers, and a wave of euphoria washed over her. She gasped and arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward the moon.
As her body changed, pain rushed in, but her wolf surged and greeted the pain with a growl. Her lips stretched back in a snarl as pleasure and pain melted together and disappeared into the incredible power flooding her body.
More than human, she stood, panting softly in the stream, which no longer felt cold.
Around her, the night forest came vividly to life.
She could hear everything. The gurgling stream, the breeze sighing in the trees, the soft hooting of faraway owls, and a trembling symphony of fainter, far more evocative sounds, the tentative creeping of warm-blooded creatures above and below, deer and squirrels, rabbits and mice, all terrified that the night had grown teeth.
Her vision changed, dulling slightly in precision but allowing her to see in the darkness.
Smells rushed in. Dan and Holly, sex, the fire and food and wine, the woods and stream and fields beyond, the loam and leaves and lichen, urine and shit and old blood, and the animals of the forest, alive and dead.
She stood upright in her fused form. Her body was still humanoid if not exactly human. She maintained the same basic proportions, curves and all, though her body was now covered in short, chestnut-brown fur.
Her head, however, had transformed into that of a green-eyed wolf. And the brain inside that head had changed, too.
Nadia the human worried too much. She tried to cover her anxiety with laughter and bravado, but she worried about things she had done or might do; worried about grades and money and secrets; worried about Dan and Holly; worried about her street urchins, the freshmen in her dorm, and her foster siblings out in the world.
And when she wasn’t worrying, Nadia the human was thinking. Like all humans, she focused not on the world around her but on the past, the future, and situations she was trying to create or avoid.
In her fused form, Nadia was much calmer. Her primal wolf took control, trusting instinct over the mad, incessant chatter of conscious thought. She plunged into the “now,” embracing a state of existence that was nothing short of euphoric in comparison with her human anxiety. But she struggled with impulse control in this form, especially if angry, threatened, or surprised.
In her fused form, she still loved Dan and Holly and still remembered the basic narratives of their lives, but she didn’t even think about other humans she’d left behind. As a half-wolf, she was far more interested in the sights, sounds, and smells of the world around her.
As always, she was tempted to shift all the way into her full-wolf form. Surrendering to the Beast was the ultimate temptation, something she found exhilarating and terrifying.
In full-wolf form, she would still recognize and protect her loved ones, but mostly, she would want to run and kill and eat; to be a wolf loose in the world; to completely forget all of the responsibilities and complex bullshit of human civilization and simply be the Beast, running with nose to ground, thinking only of smells and sounds, alive and present in the world to a degree that no human could ever understand, let alone experience.
As the Beast, Nadia ran down living things, tore out throats with her bare teeth, and bathed her muzzle in hot blood. And with the exception of known allies, Nadia the Beast didn’t give a shit whether she was killing a rabbit or a human. That was why she couldn’t let herself shift around Dan and Holly, couldn’t let herself open up and spill everything to them, and couldn’t allow herself now to slide all the way into full-wolf form. Nadia the Beast wasn’t evil, but she sure as Hades wasn’t human, either.
Once freed, the Beast was difficult to rein in. Sometimes, she had a hard time even remembering to shift back into human form. Other times—and emerging from these sessions was like clawing out of the worst night terrors imaginable—she realized that she didn’t want to shift back to human form.
This was her other fear, the final hesitation keeping her from fully embracing Dan and Holly. What if Nadia the human disappeared into the Beast and abandoned them?
So on this night, she stayed in her fused form.
The wind shifted, and a low growl rumbled instinctively from her throat.
A strange smell rode the breeze. Not animal or human, vegetable or mineral. Not a smell of the forest or the city. A strange, otherworldly smell. Sharp and acidic, underscored by an unmistakably organic musk and, faintly, the smell of old blood. Then the wind, always a fickle whisperer, shifted again, and the smell faded away.
Nadia jogged off in that direction.
It felt good to run.
Speeding up, she rushed through the forest, bursting with the joy of freedom.
She ducked branches, hopped fallen trees, scampered down mossy embankments, and bounded up hillsides, going to all fours during the steeper sections, moving across and reacting to the world without conscious thought, surrendering to her body and her instincts, which were one and the same.
Topping a ridge, she paused to fill her lungs with good, cold air and bask in shimmering moonlight. Perhaps she would circle back and lope through the roadside fields in hopes of flushing a sleeping deer. She licked her lips, suddenly hungry for blood and meat and the kill itself.
In the far distance, a mournful, many-noted cry split the night. Wolves, several hills away, were howling up at the waxing moon.
Her bones vibrated like tuning forks.
She leaned back, opened her muzzle, and howled. Her cry gave voice to the wolf within her, the Beast that wished to rush over the hills, usurp the pack, and leave the worrying human world and its unnatural contrivances lying in her wake like the steaming carcass of a soon-forgotten kill.
The distant wolves answered with an invitation.
Come with us.
Run with us.
Hunt with us.
Kill with us.
Be one of us.
Come…
Nadia stepped in that direction but stopped.
No, she thought. That is not what you want.
It was just the moon overhead, gaining power as it grew fuller, and the fact that she’d resisted shifting for so long. She loved Dan and Holly and knew there were other things she cared about in that other life, though they were merely vague notions out here in the forest.
The wolves howled again.
Nadia whimpered but did not howl in response. Instead, she turned back toward camp.
She would hunt the roadside fields until she flushed a sleeping doe, chased her down, ripped out her soft throat, and lapped the hot blood.
The best of both worlds…
But the ever-fickle breeze shifted again, and another growl rumbled from her throat.
The strange smell again, only stronger.
Closer.
Hackles rose along her back.
She trotted downhill, not in the direction of the wolves but toward the strange smell, which grew stronger as she entered a dark gulley. She curved through the forest, following the base of the hillside.
The smell grew stronger.
She entered a section of old growth, the trees there huge and spread far apart, with little brush or briar between. Wisps of glowing green mist drifted along the ground, carrying the alien smell.
Growling, she trotted forward through the trees and the low mist until the ground disappeared.
Something like an earthquake had split the forest floor wide open. The rift was perhaps seventy or eighty feet across and stretched away in both directions as far as she could see. Between cliffs of raw stone yawned a massive chasm, swirling in glowing green mist.
The chasm was deep. How deep, exactly, she couldn’t tell, thanks to the glowing vapor rising up out of it. But it was deeper than it was wide. Perhaps deeper than it was long. Perhaps much, much deeper.
Another growl rumbled softly in her throat.
She padded along the edge of the cliff, scanning the surrounding forest, the human in her wanting to know more. The wolf in her, however, kept growling, hating the mysteries of this strange place with a bone-deep, primordial loathing.
Near the far end of the crevasse, she picked up the trail of the musky scent she’d smelled earlier.
A living thing. A predator. But nothing she had ever smelled before.
The strange smell of the mist traveled with the alien musk of the mysterious predator, mixing with it the way the aroma of sweet clover infused the blood of a spring-killed rabbit.
