Blind Passion
Blind Passion
A Wolfman Tale
Brannan Black
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Blind Passion
A Wolfman Tale
Brannan Black
The world fell apart after a virus killed billions and turned most male survivors into violent wolfmen. Five of us, my family, found refuge in an abandoned bomb shelter.
Over the last three years I’ve lost them all. Now I’m trapped here. Alone.
Food stores running low, I resolved I would not die down here in the stark silence of my burrow. I know there are dangers outside: wild animals, fatal injuries, and worst of all, the beasts that had once been men. Wild, feral creatures infected with a virus that turns normal men into half animal beasts.
But I need to feel the sun on my face, hear the whispers of the wind as it caresses my skin. To smell the earth, the flowers, the freshness after it rains. To know life goes on outside my isolated tomb. It’s worth the risk of a horrid death for even one hour of such ecstasy.
I never imagined coming face to face with two young beasts. They want my burrow --
and me. And they aren’t planning to take no for an answer. It would seem my loneliness has ended. At least until they realize what a burden I will be. In a world where only the strongest survive, I’m excess baggage. Unless I can convince them otherwise.
Prologue
A warm body slides along my own. Hot, hard, smelling of male musk. Want rises from deep inside my belly. My hands rove over hard plains of muscle covering his chest. In a light dusting of hair, I find what I’ve been seeking, his flat man nipples. A brush across them, and he gasps and arches into my hand. I tease circles around and over them with my fingertips, harder as he pushes into my hand.
He cups my breasts, teasing my nipples hard. He slides down my body; trailing hot, wet kisses from my throat to my breast. I gasp at the intense pleasure his lips send zinging from my breast. He suckles me harder. Our bodies thrust and writhe against each other.
Heat pools in my pussy. It aches for the release only he can give. I spread my legs, bending at the knee so I can thrust up against his hard body, rubbing, thrusting, grinding my clit on him. Warm, wet cream slicks my passage. Passion pools between my thighs, hot, demanding, ready.
He slides up my body, the broad head of his cock teasing the sensitive lips of my pussy.
More heat rises until a fire of desire consumes me. I grasp his hips, urging him deep. A single thrust, and I gasp, rising to meet…
Nothing. I woke from yet another passion-filled dream. My pussy ached with desire. My heart bled from the emptiness that my life had become. Tears pooled in my eyes, and I curled around my pillow sobbing.
How long? How long have I been down here in the achingly lonely safety of my borrow?
Years, I think, at least three, since the world collapsed in the wake of a terrible virus that transformed good men into monsters. Years since my family sought refuge in this old fallout shelter that had later served as a hidden pot farm. My father, mother, brother and sister Jian were here in the beginning. Together we converted the shelter into a living space independent of the outside world. Almost independent. The virus Brannan Black
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still found us. It killed our father. Our brother? Gone without a trace. Our mother was torn to pieces in our old house tending both of them. We’d prayed it hadn’t been our own brother, maddened by the virus, who killed her. In the end, it left Jian and I alone, locked in the sheltered safety of our burrow.
Now Jian was gone. How long? I had no way of really knowing. She’d made me promise to stay locked inside until she returned. Without benefit of sun’s rising and setting, I could only guess. Three months, give or take. Three months of no one to talk to. No sound but my own breathing and heartbeat. The shelter was so far underground no noise from above reached us. No breath of a breeze caressed my skin or carried fresh smells. Nothing but stale air and silence.
Spent and empty as the last of my tears soaked into my lonely pillow, I decided it was time. My food stores were running low, and I resolved I would not die down here in the stark silence. I wanted to feel the sun on my face and the wind caressing my skin like the lover I longed for. I stifled a mad laugh, afraid once I started I’d never stop.
It was dangerous out there. Beasts that had once been men roamed the streets, attacking anyone or anything they found. Wild animals and starving packs of abandoned dogs hunted whatever was left. Even a simple accident could mean death without medical help. I knew this. Jian had known this before she braved the hazards made worse by winter weather, but we couldn’t wait to restock our fuel stores. Without the generator, we had no electricity for the heater fans or lights. Our lamp oil stocks were nearly gone, too. We’d hoped she could replenish our food stores and maybe even hunt some fresh meat.
Alone, I’d made it through the winter with extra blankets and thick clothing. I’d had no choice.
I stood still, holding my breath at the top of the stairs, ear pressed to the door.
Silence, always silence. I cracked it open, and faint sounds flowed in. The soft sigh of a breeze rustling something against the side of the shed. The pot grower had built a workshop and storage shed over the bunker to hide his illegal activities.
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I sat for a long time just listening to the breeze. The air in the shed smelled damp and had just enough chill to suggest it was still spring. Or maybe it had just rained. I didn’t really care right then. It felt so good after the stillness of my burrow. Propping open the hidden door that formed the back wall of the shed, I let the fresh air mix with the stale below. Danger or not, I would not close either of them and seal myself back inside what felt more like a tomb every day. Maybe tomorrow I would find the courage, or desperation, to venture beyond the shed.
* * *
Cautiously I pushed the door to the shed open. It’d taken me two days to work up the courage. I listened hard and heard only birds and a soft breeze through the grass. The loudest noise c
ame from the pounding of my heart. I slipped to the side of the door and slid down the wall, basking in the warmth of the day. Sun from straight overhead meant midday. I’d thought it was morning.
I sat there, soaking up the sun until I worried I might burn. And all that time, I heard nothing but the gentle sounds of nature, birds singing all around, squirrels chattering, the wind sighing gently past, even the faint chirps of frogs somewhere in the distance. I smelled only damp, sun-warmed earth, grass and spring flowers. None of it suggested humanity had ever existed.
Stark loneliness flooded my heart and soul. I fled back inside, suddenly afraid to know if I was indeed the last human on the planet.
Two days later, the smell of rain sank into my sleep. Leaping up the stairs, I tripped and barely saved myself from a bad fall. Careful, I had to be careful because there was no one to help me if I got hurt. A deep chasm of despair opened in the pit of my gut. Was it worth it? Just surviving?
Rain tapped on the roof of the shed. I opened the door and let the fresh, cold air of the storm wash over me. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and I shivered with a chill, all the while reveling in the sensations. The rain on the roof and splashing on the ground made a symphony for my starved ears.
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I sat just inside the door until it ended. The world smelled so fresh and new after a storm passed. Birds sang in celebration of life. Or at least that’s how it felt to me. I could hold on a while longer. Today I would hold on to hope.
Chapter 1
It’d been a week since I’d started venturing out of my burrow, slipping along the side of the building, checking out what I could around it. A lot of weeds, but some flowers grew in the bright Colorado sun, too. I pulled some of the weeds in hopes that more flowers would grow. It lifted some of the dark depression from my soul, just being in the sun again.
Mostly, I heard only birds, squirrels and the wind. Occasionally something would rustle somewhere near, and I would scamper like a frightened bunny back into my burrow. Around the far side of the shed, I’d found a nice spot of shade to sit and enjoy the air, dreaming of days gone by or a future where my sister Jian returned.
Maybe she’d found a refugee camp that would take us. Or others who would come here to live.
Sometimes, far more often than I dared admit, I would imagine a man coming to save me like some prince in a fairy tale. Knowing I was alone, I played out these fantasies wherever I was. After all, who would see me lying naked in the grass with my fingers in my lonely pussy? Surly if anyone, even beasts, were around they’d have come for me by now.
A snap of sound pulled me from my dozing. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I jerked up, fully alert. I heard a sound, a rustling in the grass, too constant to be the wind, from around the left side of the shed. The breeze carried a musky odor unlike any animal I knew.
Every time I went out I took the rifle Jian had left me. Not that I could hit a damned thing with it, but maybe it would make whatever was out there pause long enough for me to get back inside. I threw the bolt, chambering a round.
“I’ll shoot if you don’t back off!” I put all the confidence I could muster into my vain warning.
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A deep, growling voice chuckled from far too close. “I should warn you that getting shot pisses me off.” His voice sounded almost normal, almost human. Almost.
Which meant a beast had found me. He’d stopped moving. I could hear his breath now, just around the corner.
I backed away toward the other corner, ready to make a dash for the door. Over the pounding of my heart I heard the grass rustle. I threw the gun at him, whirled and ran. Straight into a hard wall that shouldn’t have been there.
Confusion sang through my mind for the few seconds it took the wall to move. I screamed as a hard body twisted me around and slammed me face-first into the ground.
Growls seemed to come from everywhere around me. I struggled to crawl out from under the beast that had me but I knew it was futile. Strong claws tore into my clothing, holding me fast. Sharp fangs closed on the back of my neck. I sucked in a sob.
This was it. The end. If I were lucky it’d be quick. An odd peace swept over me. I’d have died when the food ran out, anyway. I let out a deep breath, and the peace deepened. It was over. At least I wouldn’t be alone any longer. At that moment, death seemed just fine.
I rested my head on the ground, a slight smile curving my lips as I let out another deep breath. Time seemed to slow, and everything magnified in that instant --
the brush of his beard on my neck, a fall of lank hair brushing the side of my face, the smell of his breath, oddly sweet, and the musky male smell under the need for a shower. Every rock under me and the smell of sun-warmed grass -- all seemed amplified in those last moments of my life.
The fangs on my neck released. Shock flooded my already overwhelmed nerves.
He rubbed his head along my turned cheek, surprising me with the softness of his beard and hair.
“Good, very good. Not prey. Knew you weren’t prey.” A different voice, but he still had that inhuman growl to his words. “Mmm. You smell nice. Feel soft, such soft hair.”
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I couldn’t say the same for the beast. Obviously hygiene wasn’t a concern -- or maybe he just hadn’t had the option.
Straddling my hips, he rested his full weight on me, pressing me into the hard, rough ground. Oh, my God! The beast’s hard-on jammed into my ass. I’d heard they often raped their victims before, or even while, killing or eating them. Tears welled in my eyes, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying. After all I’d been through, I wasn’t going to die crying hysterically. I still had some pride left.
“I want to touch her.” The first voice, slightly deeper, was back, and it sounded like he was standing over me.
My captor’s body stiffened, and his head rose. A deep growl rumbled through his whole body. “When I say, Jay.”
“Sure, Derek. Just, you know, remember how fragile they are, dude.” He sounded young, and disappointed.
Derek dipped his head back to rub along me again. It reminded me of a dog begging to get petted -- or maybe a cat. “I remember, so soft, so fragile, but not prey.
This one is not prey.”
“She’s pretty, Derek. Even prettier up close.” A scuff of dirt told me the other, Jay, squatted right in front of me.
Tears squeezed out from under my tight eyelids. I wished they’d just get it over with.
“Don’t cry, Pretty, we don’t want to hurt you. No, not hurt you.” A thrust of his hips told me exactly what he wanted. He shifted until his cock lined up with the crack of my ass. He drove his hips into me as if fucking me.
Pain stabbed from my hip, and a sharp cry escaped before I could pull it back.
Tears of pain and fear dripped from the side of my nose and the corner of my eye.
“I hurt you?” Derek rose on his arms, grinding the rock under me even harder into my hipbone.
“Rock, hips. God, it hurts.” The sobs I’d been fighting rose to the surface.
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“Shh, Pretty. It’s OK.” He sounded so concerned as he rose and rolled me over.
The fingertips gently wiping the tears and dirt from my face felt oddly human. His mouth followed, raining hot, hungry kisses on me. His long hair and the tickle of his mustache and beard swept over my skin in an oddly sensual caress. He straddled me once more. Another rock and now a stick poked me. I wiggled, trying to move them to less painful places.
The breath of his growl crawled over my skin. Were those fangs resting along my face? I froze, and he stopped. “Good, Pretty, don’t fight, or run. Prey runs.” I swallowed hard. “Please, another rock.” I bare
ly whispered, not knowing what he would do. Daring to hope he would care.
He growled and jerked me up into a sitting position. A sharp cry of surprise flew from my lips. His growl grew louder.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I, I’m not prey, I swear. There’s a bed inside.” Could I trick them into letting me in first, locking them out? I sighed. What would be the point?
It was back to starving alone, or letting them kill me. Life rarely offered me good choices anymore.
“Dude, look at her hands.”
They burned where I’d scraped them when I fell. If I hadn’t had jeans on, I suspected my knees would feel the same. Surely they didn’t care? But that’s exactly what it sounded like.
“Fragile, so fragile.” Derek pulled gently on my wrists, helping me stand. “Show us this bed.”
“In the shed.” Oh, God, I had totally lost all sense of direction. Thankfully, they didn’t need me to point it out to them.
I heard footsteps going away from me and turned to follow. God, what would they do when they found out? I tripped almost immediately, barely keeping my feet under me.
Grass rustled around me, and I did my best to track them but they moved so quietly. Heat radiated against my back. One of them stood close behind me.
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“Fuck, you were right, she is blind!” Jay’s voice came from in front of me, startling me into a jerk. Hard claws gripped my shoulder painfully from the back.
“Is that true, Pretty?” The higher voice, Derek, sounded so close to my ear.
I drew a deep breath, seeking that calm inside. My voice still shook. “Yes.” Tears tracked down my face. Would they kill me because I was blind? I was a burden, unable to care for myself. No one could afford a burden in this wrecked world. A passing refugee group had said so. Refused to take Jian if I came too. But she wouldn’t leave me alone.
Maybe if she had, she’d still be alive. Or maybe she’d changed her mind and left me. I wasn’t sure which hurt worse.