All Chapters of Taken By The Wolves: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cole’s other hand slithered down to her perky, wide hips and caressed them softly one by one. His hand slid over the smooth skin of her beautiful butt. And then without a warning, it lifted up and came down on her left butt cheek hard.   “Oww… ahhhh..” Elsa shouted in pain.   Cole caressed the skin where his hand had landed and then once again slapped her in the exact spot.   This time he did not stop.

  “Elsa!” a woman’s gasp brought Elsa back to reality, “are you going to use this thing on our Luna?”   Elsa smiled sweetly at her while responding, “Obviously! I do not get to play with a Luna’s pussy all day! I am not going to let this opportunity go to waste by leaving all of my fantasies go unfulfilled.”   She moved forward. Her eyes were stuck to the way Maya was breathing deeply. Her mouth watered at the sight as she saw her softly bouncing boobs, and her beautifully open pussy that had become bright red from the assault of their pack members.   Every woman of their pack was latching on to Maya’s skin like bees on honey, not leaving any of her body part untouched or unkissed.   Elsa took each step

All the women present in the room stilled, except Elsa. Her finger massaged and applied pressure on Maya’s pee hole, dying to see how she was going to cry out.   Maya was still half asleep. She did not know if what the women were doing to her was reality or a dream. All she knew was that there was some kind of unbearable pleasure being forced upon her body and she could not take and handle it anymore.   The women instantly went back to what they were doing. The women between her legs started to slam the black monster dick harder in Maya’s slick, dripping hole. Slamming the cock on her G- spot again and again. While the woman who was rubbing her clit bent down and started to flick her clit with her tongue too while not ceasing to rub.   Maya’s boobs along with every inch of h

Maya woke up from her deep slumber to find herself tied to an altar. Her hands and legs were stretched far apart and tied to something on the rough surface of the stone made altar. Her eyes were blindfolded, but she knew where she was. She had realized that it was now time to complete the third ritual. It was the cave in which the tradition of the last ritual had been getting completed from centuries. She could not remember anything about the past hours. The only thing she remembered was the end of the second ritual. And a faint dream about the l

Maya's heart started thumping in fear. She could feel and hear him getting closer. She ran as fast as she could. But there was nothing in the world that could have stopped the God of werewolves from grabbing its prey. It kept getting closer and closer. In a few seconds she could even hear the sound of its breathing getting louder behind her like a deathly echo. The sounds that she heard felt like the death following her.