Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Werewolf Erotic BDSM Story - Chapter 19

Episode Date: March 5, 2021

As his enemies gather...hidden in the shadows. A sad loss leaves Dominic furious and traumatised. Forcing him to turn to his own personal form of salvation in this latest chapter from the Dark Werewolf Erotic BDSM Story, Lamb to the Slaughter. you can pre-order a special discounted version...or even order a personalised version from wyldedesires.com.

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There's so much happening. So much pleasure that you need to be enjoying. You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your earbuds in, loosen any clothing Close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice Gressing over and inside you And when you're ready, take a deep breath and just hold it for a moment And then release it with a sigh

Letting go of any tension, any stress For the next 20 minutes or so, it's just you in my voice This is your time your time to relax your time for sensuous satisfaction your time to release that inner woman as you listen to my voice and enjoy the story moving through your body chapter nineteen dominic fucking shit how could i be so damn stupid why the hell didn't i think why why why The news headlines flashed across the screen, brutally gang-raped, tortured while they were murdered, massacred, defiled. There's no justifying what I've done, no turning back, no backtracking. I let this tragedy happen.

I took my eye off everything for one person, and this is the consequence. It's all my fault. Rage burns through my chest like ashy hot flame. burning and eating away at my insides. As I look down at my reflection in the blade, revolted and sickened by what I see, this pain has to be released. I have to let it go.

If not, it will own me, with the blade dragging across my chest. Blood weeps from the tearing flesh, while relishing the pain for a moment. A small sense of release from my torment. escape silently with the warm, dark blood seeping down my body. Relief permeates my body as I relax on my bed. The sounds of the news crews dimming into the distance,

I will not lose it all. I speak lowly. I can't, I mustn't. The pack will not fall. Gently the body next to me rolls over, slowly waking from her fitful sleep. What's happening? Through the veil of slumber she raises her hand to the sutured wound on her scalp,

wincing and whimpering a grimacing moan of pain. Careful, I respond quietly. You have a bad wound, it's going to be sore for a few days. But fortunately there's no permanent damage. I take a gentle breath. Not wanting this to sound like I blame Diane. This is my fault, completely solely. A wound?

She brushes a hand over her forehead. This feels like more than just a wound. My head is fucking killing me. I take her hand into mine. There's been an incident, Diane. Diane lifts her head and turns towards the television screen at the sounder. of a special report interrupting the daily news.

Fourteen dead, tortured, mutilated. One young boy killed, scrolls across the bottom of the screen, while the anchors voice groans on. This is a suspected drug gang battle. By the state of the bodies when the police first arrived at the scene, these young men appear to have been mauled to death by large dogs. The police have found canine hairs at the scene. But as yet, no further information has been obtained about the assailants.

There is still no statement as to who the young boy is or why he might have been there. His body is apparently barely recognisable from the extent of his horrific injuries. It's Joseph, Diane. He's been murdered. Tears while in her eyes as she shifts restlessly. Joseph murdered. Who? How? Who? Her fingers brushed the corner of her eyes. What the fuck is happening, Dominic? Why am I here?

What happened last night? All good questions. But right now we have the more urgent matter of Joseph to handle. I say with a warning tone to my voice, we can deal with everything else later. No, I want to know now, I... With her gaze dropping down at the wound, across my chest, she winses, you're bleeding, immediately exhibiting the curious habit of women

across the world. With one hand she reaches for the comforter, trying to cover herself at the sudden realization of her nakedness, a move that in other more pleasant circumstances might warrant punishment. Hush, is my release of pain for Joseph. Really? of pain? You mean you did this to yourself? It was my fault, Diane, and this is my way of releasing guilt. Her body tenses as she stares downward. Her expression, a picture of horror, confusion and despair. I don't understand. Tears slip free from the corner of her eyes, her gaze desolate and disorientated. I brushed the tears from her cheeks, then cup her face between my palms. Through pain I can release my guilt. One day you will understand. One day you will know

who I am and the ways I use to survive. Her fingers trace the fresh wound, a thread of crimson coating the tip of her fingertips. Staring at it with curious interest, she leans in and sucks her fingers clean of blood, then dips her head, kissing gently above the cut. Her eyes glance up at me, flickering wide and blue, with a need for approval. Let me share your guilt, Dominic. If you share it with me, there is no going back. Things will never be the same again for you, Diane. I don't want them to be. She harassed. Hearing that news, being here this morning, I have a good idea what happened last night. There is only one place I need to be right now.

Her fingers drop as her lips move over the open wound, sucking the blood gently, tracing it with her tongue. The ecstasy of relief moving through me causes my body to arch like no pleasure before. The deep, dark need to dominate and share To protect To care enough to bleed for My eyes close As sensations grow deep in my chest

succumbing to the bliss and ecstasy of Diane Hightower She looks up and runs a finger beneath my bottom lip Take off your mass Dominic Let me see all your scars let me kiss them all Please Dominic They do not frighten me You aren't ready

Not yet Diane If you want me despite my scars Then you are not ready When you want me because of my scars When you are ready to embrace A satisfaction that only pain brings Then and only then will I remove my mask With her head between my palms, I kiss her lips gently, deeply, tasting the blood moving between us,

my body growing hard, my needs flourishing, spreading, becoming desperate and unstoppable. Soon, kitten, very soon. But for now you'll wait. With disappointment welling in her eyes, she trows kisses down my stomach, her tongue exploring. teasing longing to surrender my aching cock twitches wildly as the tip of her tongue circles its robbing head then dips into the tiny slit my hardness responding with desperate pulses willing to be tasted eager to feel her lips tighten around me the blood on her mouth smears down my shaft as she nibbles slowly seductively inch by tortuous When my hands skimmed down the delicate skin of her arms, my body throbbing with every touch of her teeth,

my jaw tensing every time her fingers embrace my balls, massaging them firmly, causing my cock to swell, to ache, to long not only for her lips but her throat, her pussy, her ass. She draws in a shuddery breath as she massages the delicate spot between my balls and ass. causing my already throbbing hard erection to become painful. Pushing on it with force while her eyes remain transfixed on mine. Searching for my reaction. Burning with desire. Pleading a blatant lust for my body, scarred or not.

Suddenly I'm pulling her against me tighter. Desperately, fiercely, a low, guttural groan rising from my chest. my heart racing with the dire urgency for satisfaction, the aching need to release. Diane, I breathe, feeling an orgasm building, heat pulsing through my cock as her tongue continues to drive me damn near mad. Desire hoods her blue gaze as my hands grasp urgently at her hair, pushing against her resistance when my cock threatens her throat. She doesn't budge an inch. Her teeth continue to grate every inch of my shaft as I thrust deeper, then deeper still, inside her beautiful mouth, driving and stroking inside, while the hot breath of her gasps and moans fuel my desire

further. I push harder, deeper, urgently, my fingers pulling tightly on her hair. Jesus, how I want you, and I'm yours to take, she says, with nothing but confidence in her tone. Her fingers clutch at my ass, burying deep, grasping the cheeks, the tips of her nails digging into my flesh and spurring me even further into her throat. She pushes a finger into my ass and my body hoist, rocking and pulsing even deeper into her throat, while the hot scorch of her tears teasy inside of my thighs. No, Christ, I can't come like this. I'm too exposed, too vulnerable. As I ease myself from her mouth, every inch of me slick with saliva. Her lips beautifully pink and swollen. All I can think of is her hot pussy hugging my cock, taking me deep, while I squeeze the rosebuds of her firm nipples.

Ride me now, kitten. Wasting no time, she does just as I've said, pushing her legs on either side of me. Her hot desire dripping onto my eco-cock. She takes my shaft in her hand, then nestles it against her heated slit, guiding me inside as my fingernails dig hard into her thighs, as I pull her down onto me with savage passion. Oh God, Dominic, fuck me hard! With an orgasm pulsing up my thighs,

one hand grasps at her breasts, pinching her nipples so hard that she screams, while my others twists her clit between my thumb and forefinger as I slide out. Then spank her hard with my shaft As I surged back inside Feeling her pussy tremble and vibrate Clutching at my cock Massaging it Milking me for all her body is worth

Her fingernails trace the inside of my new wound The sting of pain cascading through my body like white hot ash As she teases, taunts A low growl resonating deep in her chest As she pounds down onto my cock The painful bliss of her pussy She clenched tightly around me, causing my body to arch, to bow and bend, opening my wound further. Fucking fuck!

Nothing has ever felt like this. Nothing. She drops her head, barbarically tasting my blood, her eyes hooded with hunger and need, as she shamelessly thrusts on my cock. Her muscles clenching tight and urging my desperation even further for primal, rough, animalistic sex. Hold it until I say, don't you come yet! With a rumbling building my chest and moving through my throat. I thrust upward, my cock, rock fucking hard, and aching painfully as I meet her motions with my own orgasm on the brink of explosion.

Fuck! Kitten, come now! On command her body surrenders without thinking. The trembling that moves through her, the final spark I need for my body to explode in dark, passionate satisfaction. Warm semen fills her cavity and drips down my shaft As she collapses against my chest Gently trailing kisses along the weeping gash there We stay just like this for what seems like ours

The vibrations gently moving up and down our bodies Like a mutual electricity between us Just as slumber is threatening both of us The noise of the news broadcaster is, in the background, shatters the blissful bubble of the moment. Kitten, we are going to have a whole pile of crap to sort out about Joseph today. We need to move, for both of our sakes. She mumbles something quietly that sounds less than happy, but rolls off my chest,

quickly pulling the comforter around her shoulders. I rise from the bed and turn for a quick moment, simply to watch a drift in the drift in her contented afterglow. Then lift the comforter for a moment, exposing her ass to the air. Where I place a firm slap across her cheek, reddening it. Shift your ass now, kitten. I say in a harsh tone. As I move to the bathroom to find the sutures, I need to at least look civil.

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