Bound By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1) Read Free

shape, sucking and blowing air as
she thrust her own toy inside her.
    The noises got louder and louder, reaching a
crescendo all at once, like a magnificent aria. She could almost
feel the very foundation of the house shaking from all that noise,
all those orgasms. After that, all Rachel heard was the slow
mountain breeze coming through the curtains.
    She might have felt weird, if they were
anyone else or if they had been in any other vacation spot,
listening to the sounds of her friends’ pleasuring themselves. But
here, it felt like a cozy blanket, covering her with the thought of
warmth emanating from the earth’s true center.
    That night there the cabin was full of so
much estrogen, so many female smells and pheromones and needs, all
pulsing through the air and seeping into the birch wood of the
floors and the walls. The smell of four single ladies, all in
perpetual heat, wafted through the open screen of the windows and
into the forest beyond.
    That smell attached to the molecules in the
air and disseminated into the wide swaths of land around the
reserve. Anymore, it was a scent unfamiliar to humans. Thousands of
years of evolution and urbanization and chemicals and the
sterilized scents of stainless steel buildings had made it
impossible for humans to recognize anymore the debilitating and
vicious scent of their own desires. But that same native smell was
still intoxicating to animals, especially the most human-like
animals.
    Before she finally fell asleep, Rachel made a
solemn vow to herself that once she and her friends left that cabin
in the woods, when their vacation was over and they had
accomplished what they had set out to, she would find someone to do
to her what she had only just begun to do to herself. To take her
laying down on a bed of peat moss, standing up against a balboa
tree, or bending her over a glacial boulder. To show her all the
ways that nature could be the ultimate aphrodisiac. She would find
her wild man once and for all. But for tonight, she only
dreamt.
    The next morning, Rachel and her friends were
going to be scaling the largest cliff in the whole reserve: the
Agro Craig. “Go big or go home,” they all agreed. And none of them
were too keen on going home without some epic stories to tell.
Starting with the toughest climb would only make them stronger,
prouder, tougher. The height and inclination of this cliff was the
hardest any of them had ever tried, but the pent up energy from
last night’s conversation and the mist of the early morning were
revving their engines like they had never been tired in their
lives. The girls felt like they might never be tired again.
    As per usual, Rachel was the first to ascend
the rock. She made sure to secure her helmet first, and then
wrapped the ropes and harness tightly around her body. She secured
the carabiners into place near her hips, and her still sensitive
groin. The hexes, clams, and the ice pick with the large wooden
handle still slick from last night's pleasure adventure, were
tucked into her backpack. Everything was in its own special elastic
spot. She reached into the pouch at her waist and rubbed her hands
with chalk, to increase the friction between her hands and the
wall.
    She began to scale the craig as the other
ladies were still putting their harnesses on and tightening the
straps. The plan was for them to climb to the top, meet at the
crest and break for lunch and then all make their way back down and
around the mountain back to the car to get home before dark. This
was the tallest and hardest of the climbs they had scheduled for
the trip, but they should all be able to make it back by
sunset.
    “Last one to the top is a pussy!” Rachel
yelled playfully at her friends and fellow gluttons for the dirty
side of nature.
    One foot after another, one hand reaching
above her head at a time, she moved up the hard face of the
mountain. Inch by inch, relishing at each pound of her body that
she was strong enough to lift herself. There was