Wicked (Kellic)

eight

Later that day I was led to a cabin that was on the edge of Vic's pack lines. The traditional cabin was surrounded by a forest, it was just a mile or two away from the place I was staying at since the incident. To the side of the cabin was a garden filled with dead-looking plants and weeds. It was obvious that this place wasn't used much or whoever used to be here never took care of their garden too well. Or maybe they didn't have time to uproot the dead plants and replace them, even if they did replace the plants it would be useless with winter approaching.

"You'll stay here for a week at least, I'll come and get you myself when you're out of your heat." Vic lead me indoors while he spoke. He carried a bag with a few changes of clothes and the sexual items were in a black bag and carried by me. I was allowed to choose what I wanted for the heat, which wasn't too much. It was just a few bottles of lube, different sized dildos, and some other things I couldn't remember off the top of my head.

The inside of the cabin was warm compared to the slight chill around this time of the year. Its interior was clean, only a few cobwebs in places but nothing serious. It consisted of modern furniture though it held a warm cozy feeling to it. The kitchen and living area were separated by a wall, the laundry room was just past the kitchen. There was a small hallway past the living area that served as an office area and a bathroom was across from that area.

I paused a the fireplace in the living area. On the mantel were some pictures of random people that I didn't know. Once picture stood out to me, though, it was a group image of six teenage kids, two girls, and six guys. The boys and girls were paired with each other while the other two men stood next to each other. The shorter of the two was looking up at the other with adoration and obvious love in his eyes, the taller one looked down at the other with their noses nearly touching.

The other two couples were on the left side of the photograph. The scrawny boy on the far left held a woman who was round and pudgy in ways that made her beautiful. His hands were around her waist and they met each other's gazes in an adoring expression. I recognized them after a few moments of studying. They were my mother and father, but they were younger and had less wrinkles.

"This is my mother and father when they were younger..." I say, glancing back at him.

"Oh?" He responds by walking over to me, the bags placed on a table.

"I don't really know much about my parents past, to be honest. So I couldn't help you on discovering why this image is here. However, I can tell you that this couple," He points to the middle couple. "are my parents."

"Damn," I say before processing the word and filtering it out of my response. "Guess our parents were acquainted with each other in some way."

"Most likely." He paused "this used to be their old home before they built the one we live in now. My parents started the pack here. They grew it to the size it is now by taking in any wolves that they deemed trustworthy and enforcing strict, but reasonable rules.

"What's on the top floor?" I asked, lingering around the image.

"Two bedrooms, both connected to a single bathroom. There's also an extra room that's empty up there."

"Why is it empty?" I began to follow Vic upstairs.

"No one has had the time to completely restore the cabin. They were working on the room before your arrival, but we had the construction temporarily stopped so you could be here for your heat." There was a pause. "I'll come over later with some food and drinks for you to ration out for the next week."

I didn't respond to him, instead I took in the sight of the room. It was cool in color, but it had a cozy feeling to it. The bed was on the far left side of the room, a dresser placed on the middle right side. Vic placed the bag of clothes there while I placed the other items on the bed for later.

"I'm going to go ahead and um, leave. I'll see you later when I bring you some food."

And he was gone.

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I laid with my bare back pressed against the mattress of the bed. My feet curled with each movement I made to come undone by my own hand. I was nude, my flesh flushed and thin beads of sweat covered my forehead. I was too caught up in my own pleasure that I hadn't noticed the sound of the front door open and close.

I began to place a small amount of lube on a dildo, as I didn't need much to lube the sex toy I was planning on using. Even though I produced silt, a slick substance most submissives produced when aroused, I only just now started to produce it and it wasn't enough to proceed with what I wanted to do right now. I wasn't concerned if it would injure me, as I have done this before with a different dildo and such back at home.

My hand kept going, pushing the slim sex toy past the rim and into my anus at a careful amount of force. I allowed myself to adjust every so often before pressing it further. I paused for a brief moment when I heard the door open, standing there was a shell-shocked Vic. His olive skin began to flush a crimson color of embarrassment, but he didn't leave like I thought he would. I glanced at him with my dilated eyes that pierced through him and gave away just how much I was enjoying myself.

"Enjoy the view?" I say breathlessly.

"I-um-I-" He began, his eyes fixated on my body.

"I-it's not nice to stare," I comment, moving the object in then out slowly. My head pushed back into the pillow and my eyes fluttered shut.

"I'll just um-I'll-fu.cking hell." he curses, I can't focus on his tone or what I think he'll do.

Before I can process it, Vic has the door shut and he is starting to take off his clothes.

"Going to join me?" I let out a soft breathy moan when I pushed the object in again.

"I'm probably going to regret it later, but hell yeah."

"Don't regret it. If you do-" I gasp, Vic's hand replaced mine on the toy and he pulled the dildo out and back in at a much more refined movement. "Sh.it-"

"If I regret it what will you do?" He taunts.

"I don't know, but I sure as hell will figure out something if you do." I snap before pushing back on the dildo that was moving too slow for my needs.

"Do something already," I whine, each time I pushed back on the sex toy when he'd push it in, he'd pull it away.

"And what exactly do you want me to do?"

"Fu.ck me." I mumble, not caring about any of the things we would have to explain to his parents about this after this. We both knew he wasn't supposed to be doing this, but here he was, doing it anyway.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you." He was taunting me again, daring me to say it louder.

"I said fu.ck me." My voice was crystal clear and loud enough for him this time.

"I guess we better get to work then," He mumbled before we began to do what I had suggested.

We didn't care about the consequences of what we were about to do. Our animal instincts drove us to fu.cking, to be frank about it. Though we knew what havoc this could cause, we couldn't overpower our instincts with our will power. Instead, we gave in to them and did what his parents didn't want for him, but what my parents wanted for me.

He bonded me with his mark and made me his mate.

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