NOVEL SIMPLE 18: Pack
"The fuck?" Painsley at the compass as it suddenly jumped from pointing north to pointing east. "Is this peace of junk broken or something?" Painsley asked Stew whom she was riding atop of, though she didn't expect the shaggy cren to answer.
Painsley's frustration mounted, she had been trailing northward for quite some time, the enchanted book serving as her only reliable beacon towards Jonathan's location. But now, it seems as though the compass suddenly had a mind of its own, changing position almost instantly.
Her journey had not been without its rewards, though. A chance encounter with a wandering trader, a wizened old man named, had led to the acquisition of a new weapon—a slender, well-crafted rapier. The merchant was, eager to depart the region due to "growing troubles with the Empire," had parted with the weapon for a bargain to lighten his load. He had also offered a hefty sum of money for Painsley to swallow his other "load", but Painsley had rejected the offer, she didn't have time for that. Fortunately, Painsley had been quite good at fencing in her old life so she knew how to use her new weapon. With a resigned sigh, Painsley adjusted her course, now veering eastward turning away from the dense canopy of Rainfell that loomed on the horizon.
As Painsley traipsed through the underbrush, her ears pricked up at the sound of rustling foliage. Emerging from the dense thicket was a pack of hulking creatures, their forms a blend of ferocious wolf and towering bear, with eyes glinting with predatory intent.
Painsley's heart raced as she recognized these beasts as the same species as Jonn the Second, perhaps they were his family. She dismounted Stew and with a deep breath, she readied herself to confront the half-dozen strong pack. These creatures, which Painsley decided to call Urnines, growled lowly, their muscles rippling beneath thick fur as they began to encircle her. Painsley stood her ground, her hand resting on the hilt of her newly acquired rapier. But she knew that fighting was not her preferred option.
It was time to put her talent to the test once again. Painsley's eyes locked onto the largest of the Urnines, its alpha presence undeniable. She released the clasp of her overalls, letting the garment pool at her feet, revealing her lithe, naked body beneath.
The Urnines paused, their predatory advance momentarily forgotten as they took in the sight before them. Painsley's confidence grew as she saw their eyes widen with primal interest. She sauntered towards the alpha, her hips swaying with each step, a clear invitation in her sultry gaze.
The alpha Urnine, unsure at first, sniffed the air, its nostrils flaring as it caught Painsley's intoxicating scent. The tension in its body eased, replaced by a palpable arousal that quickly spread through the pack. Painsley reached out, her fingers brushing against the dense fur of the alpha's chest, feeling its heartbeat quicken under her touch.
With a swift motion, she slipped underneath the beast, wrapping her legs around its muscular torso. The alpha's initial surprise gave way to a deep, guttural moan as Painsley began to grind against it, her body moving with an instinctual rhythm that seemed to speak directly to the creature's instincts.
The other Urnines watched, their own desires stoked by the spectacle unfolding before them. Painsley locked eyes with each one, her gaze filled with a promise of pleasure, ensuring they understood that there would be enough of her to go around.
As the alpha's thick, ribbed member emerged, Painsley guided it towards her eager entrance, her breath hitching in anticipation. The beast did not disappoint; with a powerful thrust, it entered her, its girth stretching her deliciously. Painsley's moans mingled with the alpha's growls.
The other Urnines, unable to resist the siren call of Painsley's arousal, approached one by one, allowing her to stroke and tease them until they too joined in the primal dance. Painsley found herself at the centre of a furious, bestial orgy, with each Urnine taking its turn to claim her tight pussy. Hours passed as Painsley tirelessly worked to tame the entire pack, her body becoming a vessel for their raw desires. Her holes being filled and stretched by their inhuman size.
Finally, as the last of the Urnines spent itself within her, Painsley dismounted crawled away from the pack, her body slick with sweat and other, more viscous fluids. She stood before the pack, a triumphant smile playing on her lips as she saw the adoration and loyalty shining in their eyes.
"You're mine now," she declared, her voice echoing with the authority of her newfound dominance. The Urnines bowed their heads in submission, their massive forms dwarfing her but their spirits now tethered to her will. "Good boys."