Vampire Slayer Werewolf Gangbang
Buffy Beauchamp hunted vampires in the dead of night. What happens when she disturbs a pack in the full glory of the full moon? Can the slayer girl outrun the greatest hunters of the forest? Or will they tame her wild spirit with a running gangbang? More
Cat Wilder is bringing Sexy to Urban Fantasy.
Buffy Beauchamp is hunting vampires, but makes a serious mistake. She interrupts a pack of werewolves on a full moon, and all hell breaks loose. The beautiful vampire slayer is desperate to get back to her motorcycle and escape the moonstruck werewolves, but they have her scent and are hunting her with one thing on their minds. Can the slayer girl outrun the greatest hunters of the forest? Or will they tame her wild spirit with a running gangbang?
Warning, this short story contains extremely explicit sex between adults, dubious consent, and moon-crazed supernatural beings after a beautiful woman.
Urban Fantasy with lots of raw, naked sex that steams up your e-reader.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
"I am so in trou…," Buffy whispered, interrupted by a low, deep growl from behind.
The blonde slayer slowly turned her head. At first all she saw was a pair to eyes glowing in the dark. Then her eyes adjusted, and she made out a huge wolf. His fur stood up on his back, his head was lowered, and his lips were pulled back to expose vicious looking, flesh-ripping teeth.
"Down, boy. Easy does it," Buffy said as soothingly as possible. She really wanted to scream bloody murder, but she knew enough about werewolves to know that would trigger an attack. "Good boy. That's a good boy."
She heard a commotion in the house, and glanced through the window.
Three men were standing in the window, gawking at her. They had the hungriest looks on their faces, too. Buffy froze like a deer caught in headlights, until she noticed the others behind them were heading for the door.
"Oh shit!" she cried as the door opened.
The wolf that found her looked at the door. Buffy took off running. Not toward her motorcycle in the copse, but around the house. Instinct said to get something between her and the wolf, besides just distance.
The wolf howled.
About the Author:
Cat Wilder has been writing SF and Fantasy under another pen name for years. For all of those years she wanted to really let it rip and tell some truly wild and wicked stories. The e-book revolution has given her the opportunity to tell her sexy stories. Cat is a lifelong Texan, from down around Houston, kind of Space Central for NASA. She's married with dogs.