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Awenita's story
“Time to meet the pack.” Dyani almost giggled as she took me by the hand.
As she helped me get up, I noticed how weak my legs felt, my knees were trembling, and my thighs were drenched from my own excitement. Dyani lead me to the open door of the hut, I caught some figures running away, a male... and a female.... Had they been watching us all the time? I felt subsequently embarrassed, and I felt even more as I realized that I walked through the village, nude, exposed, wet like a slut. Dyani on the other hand seemed perfectly fine with being at display for the whole tribe. One time, she looked over at me, smiling at me encouraging, pressing my hand a little more.
We left the village in another directed from where I had come and followed a narrow, but apparently well used path. I was curious about where we were going, but I didn't ask. I was just glad that the males of the tribe hadn't just pounced on me and raped me, was Dyani bringing me back to freedom? But if she had the right to leave the village at any time, why was she still there? Did she in the end even like what they were doing to her?
Not long, and we reached the end of the path. The gurgling sound revealed the presence of a river even before I could see it. It was a lovely, unspoiled, almost romantic place. The rivers flow was blocked by a rock formation and the water formed a small basin, before it overflowed the lowest rock. The pond was surrounded by some erratic blocks and thick undergrowth, leaving only a small shore, where the path ended.
A female wolf just stepped out of the water, her wet fur clenching against her curves: “Ah Dyani, she really is as cute as the hunters told me.” The woman greeted us newcomers and reached out her hands, indicating us to step closer.
I looked over to Dyani who nodded encouraging. That female looked less frightening than the males, with her soft fur, feathers and pearls braided into her hair, her beautiful figure and those big, blue eyes. Still, she was a predator and once she had taken my hand, she was determined to pull me closer. “What is your name little one?” she asked, nervously I answered,
“Ah... Awenita”, Wrapping her arm around my waist she held me snug to her side. “You can call me Koira” she said as she led me over to a few rocks not far away. Between those rocks, there was a little, hidden shore and there, I saw them. More girls, were they members of the pack?
Nervously, I followed the she-wolf, Koira to the shore. Dyani greeted that petite fennec girl very dearly, embracing and kissing her, not like a slave would do, but like a, yes, like a lover would. But I had little time to think about this strange behavior.
The other two took me by my arms and pulled me into the lake. In no time I was surrounded by four females, one being Dyani, the other predators I should avoid – if I had any chance. While the wolf girl, introducing herself as Hellen, started cleaning my fur – I had to admit, the dirt from the road and the sweat from what I encountered earlier made my fur rather sticky, the third girl went to the shore and returned with a bowl and a small bottle. What was this all about? I didn't understand what they were doing, but I had to admit, they moved rather expertly, cleaning my fur, rubbing the comfortable warm water onto me. Dyani was now standing behind me, her hands on my shoulders, calming me and I understood that now, holding me in place, so I wouldn't try to run away. As the two girls kept on working me, I felt their touches getting more and more bolt, sometimes slower, softer, sometimes faster, touching my hips, my legs, my thighs, my breasts. A tingling sensation coursed through me as I realized that they had stopped to actually clean me and were now, well, touching me in a way they enjoyed and yes, I enjoyed it, too. The pretty dog girl, her name was Kai, was now standing next to me, the bowl in her hand was filled with some red liquid, wine I assumed and she handed it over to me. Back in our village I had never been allowed to drink any alcohol, to was strictly for the men, sometimes for the elder women, but never for us young people.
But I was in no position to object as she reached me the bowl, placed it against my lips. So I drank it and I loved the taste of it, it was sweet, yet strong, a strange flavor that made my head spin already. The girl then drank some herself, before she leaned in and suddenly kissed me. I was totally overwhelmed, not noticing it, I opened my mouth and felt her warm tongue invading my mouth, playing with me, encouraging me to join in. All the time, the girls never stopped to stroke my thighs and belly, I felt soft kisses on my legs and my resistance faded, as even Dyani's hands started to wander lower, soon groping my behind. Like they had a will of their own, my arms embraced the girl I was kissing and she embraced me as well, giving me support, as we kept on kissing. Eager hands caressed my inner thighs, gently but determined forcing my legs wither apart.
I was standing there, nude, wet, half drunk, kissing another girl, while three pairs of hands were exploring my trembling body. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced – and I loved it. All this seemed so normal, so good, so right, I didn't stop myself as my own hand started to wander and within no time, I had Kai sighing happily, as I was busy between her legs, stroking her young sex, while the fennec's kisses were traveling up my inner thigh.
I thought I couldn't remain standing, as an eager tongue got into contact with my most private parts, making me gasp and it was only thanks to Dyani's strong arms, that I remained standing. Kissing, touching, being licked, I didn't even notice that Koira had left the scene, only to return a moment later, with another bowl in her hand.
At first, I didn't even notice her finger, covered with some red paint, traveled over my belly, the touches of the other girls ware way more intense at that moment. I moved my hand faster now, enjoying how I could make the other female feel, and I was sure that the wetness covering it wasn't just from the water of the lake. I myself was drenched in wetness as a tongue slithered into my burning pussy and back towards my throbbing nub. Only now I looked down and saw the marks the wolf was painting onto my fur. I had no idea what they were for, why she was doing that, but I didn't really care, so I turned my head to the other side and my lips met those of Dyani.
“You are so beautiful, you will serve the tribe perfectly.” Hellen said, helping Koira painting those lines and spirals all over my body, right now, encircling one of my hard nipples.
“Serve?” I said with trembling voice.
“Yes, come, you will see!” She said, smiling at me and reaching me her hand.
To be continued...
“Time to meet the pack.” Dyani almost giggled as she took me by the hand.
As she helped me get up, I noticed how weak my legs felt, my knees were trembling, and my thighs were drenched from my own excitement. Dyani lead me to the open door of the hut, I caught some figures running away, a male... and a female.... Had they been watching us all the time? I felt subsequently embarrassed, and I felt even more as I realized that I walked through the village, nude, exposed, wet like a slut. Dyani on the other hand seemed perfectly fine with being at display for the whole tribe. One time, she looked over at me, smiling at me encouraging, pressing my hand a little more.
We left the village in another directed from where I had come and followed a narrow, but apparently well used path. I was curious about where we were going, but I didn't ask. I was just glad that the males of the tribe hadn't just pounced on me and raped me, was Dyani bringing me back to freedom? But if she had the right to leave the village at any time, why was she still there? Did she in the end even like what they were doing to her?
Not long, and we reached the end of the path. The gurgling sound revealed the presence of a river even before I could see it. It was a lovely, unspoiled, almost romantic place. The rivers flow was blocked by a rock formation and the water formed a small basin, before it overflowed the lowest rock. The pond was surrounded by some erratic blocks and thick undergrowth, leaving only a small shore, where the path ended.
A female wolf just stepped out of the water, her wet fur clenching against her curves: “Ah Dyani, she really is as cute as the hunters told me.” The woman greeted us newcomers and reached out her hands, indicating us to step closer.
I looked over to Dyani who nodded encouraging. That female looked less frightening than the males, with her soft fur, feathers and pearls braided into her hair, her beautiful figure and those big, blue eyes. Still, she was a predator and once she had taken my hand, she was determined to pull me closer. “What is your name little one?” she asked, nervously I answered,
“Ah... Awenita”, Wrapping her arm around my waist she held me snug to her side. “You can call me Koira” she said as she led me over to a few rocks not far away. Between those rocks, there was a little, hidden shore and there, I saw them. More girls, were they members of the pack?
Nervously, I followed the she-wolf, Koira to the shore. Dyani greeted that petite fennec girl very dearly, embracing and kissing her, not like a slave would do, but like a, yes, like a lover would. But I had little time to think about this strange behavior.
The other two took me by my arms and pulled me into the lake. In no time I was surrounded by four females, one being Dyani, the other predators I should avoid – if I had any chance. While the wolf girl, introducing herself as Hellen, started cleaning my fur – I had to admit, the dirt from the road and the sweat from what I encountered earlier made my fur rather sticky, the third girl went to the shore and returned with a bowl and a small bottle. What was this all about? I didn't understand what they were doing, but I had to admit, they moved rather expertly, cleaning my fur, rubbing the comfortable warm water onto me. Dyani was now standing behind me, her hands on my shoulders, calming me and I understood that now, holding me in place, so I wouldn't try to run away. As the two girls kept on working me, I felt their touches getting more and more bolt, sometimes slower, softer, sometimes faster, touching my hips, my legs, my thighs, my breasts. A tingling sensation coursed through me as I realized that they had stopped to actually clean me and were now, well, touching me in a way they enjoyed and yes, I enjoyed it, too. The pretty dog girl, her name was Kai, was now standing next to me, the bowl in her hand was filled with some red liquid, wine I assumed and she handed it over to me. Back in our village I had never been allowed to drink any alcohol, to was strictly for the men, sometimes for the elder women, but never for us young people.
But I was in no position to object as she reached me the bowl, placed it against my lips. So I drank it and I loved the taste of it, it was sweet, yet strong, a strange flavor that made my head spin already. The girl then drank some herself, before she leaned in and suddenly kissed me. I was totally overwhelmed, not noticing it, I opened my mouth and felt her warm tongue invading my mouth, playing with me, encouraging me to join in. All the time, the girls never stopped to stroke my thighs and belly, I felt soft kisses on my legs and my resistance faded, as even Dyani's hands started to wander lower, soon groping my behind. Like they had a will of their own, my arms embraced the girl I was kissing and she embraced me as well, giving me support, as we kept on kissing. Eager hands caressed my inner thighs, gently but determined forcing my legs wither apart.
I was standing there, nude, wet, half drunk, kissing another girl, while three pairs of hands were exploring my trembling body. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced – and I loved it. All this seemed so normal, so good, so right, I didn't stop myself as my own hand started to wander and within no time, I had Kai sighing happily, as I was busy between her legs, stroking her young sex, while the fennec's kisses were traveling up my inner thigh.
I thought I couldn't remain standing, as an eager tongue got into contact with my most private parts, making me gasp and it was only thanks to Dyani's strong arms, that I remained standing. Kissing, touching, being licked, I didn't even notice that Koira had left the scene, only to return a moment later, with another bowl in her hand.
At first, I didn't even notice her finger, covered with some red paint, traveled over my belly, the touches of the other girls ware way more intense at that moment. I moved my hand faster now, enjoying how I could make the other female feel, and I was sure that the wetness covering it wasn't just from the water of the lake. I myself was drenched in wetness as a tongue slithered into my burning pussy and back towards my throbbing nub. Only now I looked down and saw the marks the wolf was painting onto my fur. I had no idea what they were for, why she was doing that, but I didn't really care, so I turned my head to the other side and my lips met those of Dyani.
“You are so beautiful, you will serve the tribe perfectly.” Hellen said, helping Koira painting those lines and spirals all over my body, right now, encircling one of my hard nipples.
“Serve?” I said with trembling voice.
“Yes, come, you will see!” She said, smiling at me and reaching me her hand.
To be continued...
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