Chapter 11

Priscilla Devereaux watched morosely from the cafe across the street as Nancy Pace left the sheriff's office where her dark- skinned fiancee worked. Everyone seemed to be happy but her. Even that no good law officer had a steady girl that she was sure he was fucking. Only she was alone, it seemed, and she didn't like it. Priscilla was very unused to being deprived of anything, and having been spurned by Mark Denning at the conference at the Radisson, the fire of envy and resentment burned strong. It had been almost two months, that time in his hotel room when she had taken his cock in her mouth and given him supreme joy, only to be rejected and turned out of his room and his life, in favor of that nasty little blonde bitch that sang in church and did nothing but make people love her and want her! Silly little twat! Even now she was off on some island in the Caribbean, fucking her, Priscilla's, sweetheart Mark.

Priscilla didn't like the situation, would not countenance it. She wanted her revenge on Desirée and she wanted Mark back. She would have things her way, however. She would!

It mattered little to the sleek and powerful German shepherd dog - a mixed breed with a small amount of feral wolf - that the small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, lantern, even fired torch-light. He merely clung more stealthily to the inevitable shadows of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the clumsy patrolling male-humans who sought to destroy him. A balanced sense of avenged pride burned warmly in his deep muscular chest; through their females, he had punished them for the brutal beating he had received at the hands of their black sheriff, satisfying the primeval law instinctively imbedded in his uncanny animal-brain. Yet, in so doing, he had rekindled the banked embers of another smoldering force from the dawn of time, a seething aberrant urge that had brought him down from the hills again this night.

Lobo stole his way in a surreptitious silence equal to the very shadows enshrouding him, knowing exactly his destination, the craving dictates of his feral loins magnetically guiding him. Cautiously, he moved his great head in searching sweeps. Ahead, he saw the shelter where she would be lying on the human sleeping place, the pleasant female he had known before the new young one he had become so devoted to in his savage heart.

A feverish heat spread through his huge, invincible body at the glow coming from the opened window. She was waiting! Desirée, his new blonde mistress, was waiting for him! After so many hot nights when the light was on inside the room, but the windows shut tightly all through the long night, as if she wanted him to stay away. But now, he could see that it was open, could smell the scent of a woman in heat.

The surge of wild mating instinct motivating the massive dog caused his long tongue to lick out ravenously at his lips, while his mighty animal loins convulsively reacted in pulsating throbs. Deliberately, but with vigilance, the illusive beast crept toward the open window, a sudden piercing howl back in the hills advising him that his pack of three subordinate males was racing down toward the valley in its quest for food.

The willowy, ivory-skinned girl who tossed herself nakedly onto Desirée Denning's former bed, sensed a certain feeling of imposition at her friend's parents' relinquishing her bedroom to them. The Mitchells had insisted and of course, her own numb old Rodney had merely said thanks. The dummy! All he was concerned with was getting a story for that lousy magazine he slaved for, not giving the slightest thought to their friends' inconvenience. Then off he goes, chasing down the completely ridiculous tale that had brought them there. Not that she hadn't expected to be a writer's widow through-out most of their stay in Pickford's Meadows, but she'd had hopes that this, their first night there, would be spent together, especially following her monthly five-day abstinence because of her period.

God, she was always a lusty little hot-box right after, wasn't she? Tanya Foster thought racily to herself, wriggling the naked roundness of her full white buttocks in little sensuous undulations against the smoothness of the satin-sheeted mattress. A tiny shiver of erotic delight tingled along her spine. Reflexively, she brushed her long slender fingers with a light touch over the excitable, resilient flesh of her full, white breasts, absently teasing at their tiny, ruby-like nipples until they were quivering buds of sensitive hardness. He could have at least waited until morning; she'd certainly dropped enough hints all evening long. She thought this as she lay there uneasily in her aroused nakedness, the soft glow from the bedside lamp playing over the smooth curves and hollows of her young, supple body, heatedly adding to her sensual appetite.

Of course, the drinks hadn't done anything to cool her down either, especially the last two she'd had, after Clete Anderson had led Rodney off on a leisurely tour to the various places the dog pack had struck, killing animals and frightening women. Rodney had gone at this hour on the half-chance that they would sight the dogs and perhaps be able to photograph them in the act. But she'd needed the drinks; she'd been so damned mad when Rodney had told her he probably wouldn't be home until morning. Such absolute nonsense, the whole ludicrous yarn, a wild dog raping a girl! It surprised her that an intelligent man like Mark Denning could lend any credence at all to such an absurd story. But he had looked a trifle skeptical himself, almost shrugging off Rodney's questions. However, Desirée, before her fantasy wedding, had practically refused to discuss the matter, continuously changing the subject. Frankly, she'd been just as satisfied, Tanya remembered, half smiling to herself, any reference to sex doing nothing but turning her on that much more.

Tanya had been at the wedding, watching the two newlyweds drive away to their happy honeymoon. Desirée had been there too, and invited her to stay, while Rodney took off on his junket.

At least, it was wonderful seeing Desirée again - and Mark was just as handsome and desirable as ever, though she doubted if her husband or Desirée would appreciate her secret sexual fantasies about the young, virile town councilor, soon to be a state senator. Anyway, it was all an illusory affair, and quite one-sided, she felt certain, though he'd done marvelous things for her in her dreams, wildly passionate acts that could only take place in her sensuously unbridled mind. Like... like now, at that very moment, as she continued to stroke her soft hands down over the smooth white flesh of her voluptuous young nakedness, an imagined conception filling her fevered mind of what his penis, in an excited desire-hardened state, would look like. It would be longer and thicker than Rodney's, Mark was that much bigger a man, and it would be solidly hard, hot and throbbing in her hand as she slowly pulled back its foreskin to reveal the moistened, purplish head with its tiny slitted eye seeping out those first delicious drops of his heated male-semen!

God! The thought alone was enough to drive her wild, the naked, short-haired brunette squirmingly dreamed, letting her caressing hands brush over the churning little bowl of her belly in their ever descending course toward the sensually dampened, erogenous little slit down between her hot, full thighs. She felt the soft down of her pubic curls with the tips of her sensitive fingers, grazing teasingly through their silken texture, the realization flitting through her fired mind that she wouldn't be thinking this way had her husband, Rodney, stayed with her. Damn him, she was just too good to him was all, sucking him off every night during her period. No wonder he'd put that stupid story ahead of her inevitable seizure of hottwat!

She had, in fact, spoiled him during their two-years of marriage with the incessant hunger of her mouth, but she couldn't help it. Not that she didn't love to get fucked; she'd give anything for the hot, thick length of his hard cock buried to the hilt in her burning little pussy lips at that very moment. But there was something more passionately intimate in the tongue- licking and mouthing of his pulsating, rock-hardness that lustfully intoxicated her, to get down between his legs and caress his cum-bloated balls in her warm hands, to lick away that first pungent drop of his sweet-tasting cum with the tip of her tongue, to moisten her lips and slip them down over its hot, blood-swollen head, gradually sucking the thick length of it into her saliva- slickened mouth and throat until her nose brushed his pelvic hair! And then, that insane moment of wanton ecstasy when he pumped his scalding sperm deep up into her mouth, half choking her as it flooded like liquid fire down her hungrily swallowing throat to boil passionately down in her belly below.

God, I'm hot! Tanya mentally gasped, aware that her fingers had gently spread open the flushed lips of her desire-filled cunt, two of them slithering wetly into the seething, moist crevice between. Hedonistically, they stroked through the smooth fluid flesh, one skillfully caressing the tiny bud of her erect clitoris, transmitting frenzied little shocks of intensive sensation to her passion-whetted brain. Oooohhh, if only I had Desirée's husband, Mark's cock in my mouth right now! God, I'd suck his balls inside out! she lewdly visualized, spreading and lifting her long, shapely white legs and drawing them back up her naked young body until her knees kissed the hardened, tingling nipples of her swollen breasts. Then, as she plunged two slender fingers into the nibbling, viscid mouth of her tightly absorbing cuntal channel, she raised her head to look down between her nakedly throbbing breasts and observed through darkly glazed eyes the obscenely erotic sight she presented to herself - It was at that precise moment that she saw him!

For some minutes, Lobo had been watching her, his acute animal-brain at first solicitous for the welfare of his golden- headed mate, and then wary of deception. Momentarily, he had surveyed the heavy breathing antics of the unclothed, fire-eyed, female-human who waited for him in his chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to circle the house, pausing at each glassed window. Only one more did he find raised enough to sense the human smell beyond, and there he found her, his keen instinct of scent infallible. She slept heavily, the window not opened wide enough for him to enter.

The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone lifted erect in a moment of angered denial, the tendency to bare his fangs sweeping through his powerful body. Yet, he did not. An undefinable warmth glowed inside the great breast for his golden-haired mate; she would not forsake him - there was an animal-like bond between them. She had provided the new fire- eyed, female-human in her bed, knowing that he was coming. Again, he slowly returned to the first window.

With forelegs on the sill, Lobo watched the sensuously lewd performance of the ivory-bodied she-person, the throbbing heat in his potent animal-loins ferally mounting at the sight. Her panting breath filled his erect ears, as did the biting aroma of her wet, female secretions burn goadingly in his intensely sniffing nostrils! He gazed with unflinching eyes at her small hand moving rhythmically between her nakedly spread legs, saw the smooth white columns lift up and fold teasingly back toward her chest, sighs of softly-mewling passion whimpering from her as she continued to move her hand like the licking of flames at the thin, wetly glistening opening he knew to be the mating slit of her soft, uncovered body.

She saw him then, her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, their sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear- filled. Her movements ceased, her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open! He did not wait longer, but agilely bounded through the open window!

Mother of God! What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat, Tanya couldn't imagine! She had tried to scream but nothing came out! The first sight of it, the massive animal head with gleaming fangs and glowing amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the opened window had been enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and loins! Again, she'd tried to raise a sound in her fearfully convulsing throat and had gotten nothing but rasping chokes, and then, the brute had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed!

Now, she stared at it - him, dog with a silver dogtag hanging from a chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself desperately trying to register properly in her terrorized brain! He, it, whatever, was practically on top of her defenseless naked body. And then, she realized that she still held her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position!

Slowly, Tanya started to lower them, immediately freezing as the intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved on the bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge head was poised directly above her helplessly upraised loins and buttocks! She swallowed in shattering horror, the wild dog's presence, his identity according to the medal dangling from his neck, plus the absolute fact that he was there, making her know subconsciously that this was it. Him, the very myth that had brought her and Rodney to Pickford's Meadows! Except that he was no myth! He lived! And he was savagely hovering right above her, above her nakedly vulnerable loins!

God, she had never been a coward, a stupid person, or whimpering female, not in all of her twenty-three years, but this was unbelievable! She tried to think. To scream would be futile There was no one to help her; the Mitchells were away at a dinner party. Clete Anderson had spoken of posting sentries, but how once again, Mark had quashed that idea. Lord, this dog could tear her apart before any help might even get close to the house! No! No! She must remain cool, somehow, charm him, keep him at bay! And what was he doing?

A potent, unexpected sensation charged through her earlier, self-aroused loins and belly as she watched him lower his huge head and begin to sniff at her genitals, his cold, wet nose like the brushing touch of an ice-cube against her hot, sensitive cunt- lips and still, tingling thighs!

Oh God! That - that slimy thing - that was his tongue!

In spine-chilling awe, Tanya frantically squirmed beneath the sudden lashing hotness of his wet animal-tongue as it snaked out to lick up and down the smooth-fleshed vale between the trembling, taut mounds of her upraised buttocks. She sucked in her breath and held it until she feared her lungs would burst, while the wetly moistened end of his nose teased hotly against the sensitive area surrounding her upraised anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge into the tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips!

Ooooooohhhhh! she mentally gasped at the shocking aggression, her young mind a whirlpool of confusion! Cool, yes, keep my head cool! Mustn't scream. Mustn't! Ooooohhhhhh! she choked within to the unbelievable animal-probing of her unprotected loins by the ferocious looking dog. She was not going to faint; she well knew that! She had never fainted in her life, but how, what, was she going to do? My god, he was starting to lick her there as if she were just another bitch dog in heat. And damn, she had been that, hadn't she! Could - could he sense it? Why hadn't she listened when they were talking about him? Lobo - yes, that's what they'd called him, Lobo! Now, she could see the letters engraved on the dogtag, and Liz Clark's address, But - but it was all impossible. These things just didn't happen!

Oooooooohhhhh! she inwardly wailed, hearing his simultaneous whimper as once more, he wetly taunted the tiny puckered hole of her anal mouth with his hot, incessant tongue! Good God, he'd raped a girl! She hadn't believed it! Now, she wasn't so sure! Oh! Oh, what he was doing to her there? If only she hadn't drunk so much! It was almost impossible to put thoughts together or to make any kind of sense! She'd been so hot, thinking of her girlfriend Desirée's husband's virile young cock, sucking it, and suddenly, this maddening reality had burst upon her!

Am I much more than an animal myself? The lustfully-confused brunette thought frenziedly with heaving breaths as lewd sensations from Lobo's hot, savage tongue flickered sensuously through her! Reflexively, she writhed and twisted, gasping aloud, and then stiffening at his menacing growl!

Oooooh God!

His head that had raised in a vicious show of teeth, dropped once more and she felt his wet, searing tongue burning upward toward the still hotly flushed lips of her excited young pussy. She trembled uncontrollably as he swept his sizzling, moist flesh along the narrow pink crevice between her widely spread thighs, then up over the full split of her hair-fringed cunt! From her quivering babyish rectal mouth, it traced the pink passion- engorged edges of her excited pussy-lips to the tiny, erect flower of her softly pulsating little clitoris! She lifted her head higher to gape downward between her throbbing breasts and open white thighs at the incredible, obscene spectacle. Blinding sensations of new-born lust stabbed through her trembling naked body at the contact of his melting tongue with her super-sensitive nerve-centers! Again and again, he licked up between her legs, the thick length of his deliciously fluid tongue spreading deeply through her moist, yielding cuntal-flesh like a dull knife through softened pink butter, carrying her higher away from human reality with every breathtaking lick!