NATIVE LUST
by
S.Wolf
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Native Lust
Copyright © 2011 by S.Wolf
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Author’s Note: This short story is based upon Chapter One of Sex Zombies, a full-length novel set in modern times. The tale of Growling Wolf and Cooing Dove has been expanded with additional scenes and content to flesh out the characters into a story of their own.
Arapaho Nation – 1797
“Are you ready for your journey, my son?”
Growling Wolf sat looking up into his father's dark eyes, where the tribe's large bonfire was flickering in twin reflections. His father's voice was deep and when he spoke, the ancient tongue sounded like a song, commanding respect from everyone he met.
“Yes Father,” Growling Wolf replied, “You have trained me well.” Tomorrow was the night of the full moon, when he would be leaving on his vision quest. He would have to live in the wilderness on his own, unable to return to the tribe until the moon became full again.
Long Bow nodded his approval. He was never one to show much emotion, even towards his only son. “Good. I know you will make me proud.”
“Do you remember your vision quest?” Growling Wolf asked.
“As if it were yesterday.”
“Was it difficult?”
“Yes, one of the most difficult experiences of my life. There were times I thought I would not make it to the next full moon.”
Growling Wolf averted his eyes and stared into the fire.
“But it must be hard,” his father continued, “because you are leaving as a boy, and coming back as a man. If you are not tested, how can you claim to be a man?”
Growling Wolf looked again at his father. He wanted to tell him he didn't want to go. He had only just passed his eighteenth winter, and he felt more like a boy than a man. But he knew admitting that would only cause his father shame.
“You will be proud of me.”
Long Bow placed his hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed hard. “I already am.”
There was a flicker of movement over his father's shoulder, and Growling Wolf's eyes refocused to the distance. It was Cooing Dove, standing by the edge of the clearing, waiting for him to join her. His eyes returned quickly to his father's, not wanting to give away their secret.
Long Bow studied him for a moment, then said, “Your squaw awaits.”
Growling Wolf's eyes opened wide. “I have no squaw.”
His father stared at him. “Did I raise you to lie?”
“But Father–”
Long Bow raised his hand to silence his son. “The law states that you cannot take a squaw until you complete your vision quest. I hope you are not throwing away your honor for a woman.”
“We are friends,” Growling Wolf replied, “We've been friends since we were children. We haven't done anything.”
His father studied him. “You have yet to lay with her?”
He met his father's gaze and held it. “No father, I haven't.”
After a pause, Long Bow said, “Very well. You leave tomorrow night. I suggest you keep things between you as they are until you return. Keokuk is a great warrior with a short temper, and will not take kindly to his daughter being shamed. If you value your scalp, you will keep your spear beneath your loincloth tonight.”
Growling Wolf felt the warmth in his cheeks. “Yes Father.”
After his father left, Growling Wolf sat by the fire for a while longer, occasionally glancing out of the corner of his eye at Cooing Dove, who waited patiently for him. He had told his father the truth. Cooing Dove and him were friends. They had grown up together, playing games with the other children of the tribe. But over the past few winters she had changed, her body transforming from a girl into a woman.
Lately, they had been sneaking off to be alone together. At first, they had only talked, getting to know each other all over again. But recently, it had become more physical, as they explored the changes in each other's bodies. But no, he hadn't lain with her yet, but it was something he desperately wanted to do.
Earlier in the day, she had come to him and told him she had a gift she wanted to give him before he left on his journey. When he asked what it was, she smiled and said they had to be alone for her to give it to him. So they made plans to go off on their own, and now she was waiting for him to join her.
He was about to get up and go to her, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and someone sat beside him. He looked up to see the smiling face of his friend, Red Eagle. Normally, he would be happy to see him, but he wanted to be with Cooing Dove.
“Are you ready my friend?” Red Eagle smiled.
“I suppose.” Growling Wolf shrugged.
Red Eagle found this amusing. He was slightly older than Growling Wolf, and had completed his vision quest a few full moons ago. “You better get ready,” he said, “or you'll end up dead out there.”
“If you can do it, it can't be that hard.” Growling Wolf grinned.
“Do not be so sure of that.”
Growling Wolf glanced over at Cooing Dove. She gave him an impatient wave.
“Red Eagle, I want to be alone with my thoughts if you don't mind.”
Red Eagle grinned wider. “You want to be alone with something, but it's more likely it's that squaw standing over there than your thoughts.”
Growling Wolf grinned back. “Then why are you here? Go away.”
Red Eagle stood. “Be careful my friend.” He traced his finger along Growling Wolf's hairline. “I hear Keokuk's tomahawk is very sharp.” He laughed.
Growling Wolf brushed his hand away, trying to stifle a smile.
A few minutes later, Growling Wolf walked nonchalantly over to where Cooing Dove waited, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. When he got close, she took hold of his hand and pulled him behind a small hill, out of sight from the fire.
“Cooing Dove,” he said, “I'm not sure this is a good–”
Her lips cut off his words, as she stepped close to him and pulled his head down, kissing him hard. The kiss lasted several minutes, and her tongue darted into his mouth and he responded by sucking it gently.
Finally, she pulled apart and looked up at him, smiling.
“You were saying?”
Her touch had driven all of his father's warnings from his mind. Her hips pressed against his, and he knew she could feel his hardening cock through the buckskin of his loincloth.
He returned her smile. “I was saying that I missed you.”
“I can tell,” she said, moving her hips in a slow corkscrew motion against his. She drew back and took hold of his hand. “Come. Follow me. I want to give you your gift.”
She led him down the rocky path to the wooded area near the creek. They found their favorite spot behind a stand of thick Osage trees, hidden from view from anyone who would follow. They kissed again, and Growling Wolf's cock reached full hardness as he pressed against her, threatening to break free of his loincloth.
He never knew it could be like this. The other young braves talked about how good sex felt, but he had always been obedient to his father, keeping those desires pent up inside. But Cooing Dove and her smile had released them, and he could no longer control the feelings boiling within him. He needed her touch on him.
She pulled away again, still smiling. “Are you ready for your present?”
“Cooing Dove, you didn't have to give me anything.”
“Yes I do. You're going to be gone for so long, I want you to have something to remember me by.”
“I don't need anything to remember you. I'll never forget you.”
“Maybe I want you to remember what's waiting for you when you get back, so that you are sure to return to me safely.”
“Very well,” he said, “I will accept it.” His eyes traced down her body and back up, taking in the curves of her flesh beneath her revealing dress. “But where are you hiding it? You've barely room for yourself in your garments.”
She giggled. “Oh, it's hidden well. Do you want it now?”
“Yes.” His eyes held hers.
She took his hand. “Here’s your present,” she said in a whisper. She pulled his hand down between her legs, and up under her dress, pressing it against her warm pubic mound.
His eyes opened wide in shock, as her warmth and wetness greeted his hand. Her soft curly hair tickled his palm, and his fingers slid between her slick labia, coated with her obvious desire for him.
She sighed softly and her nostrils flared as he touched her, her eyes half-lidded from the pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispered, her hand still holding his wrist, gripping it tightly, not only to keep him there, but also to support herself as the pleasure surged through her.
His free hand slid around the small of her back and pulled her closer, as his other worked slowly between her slippery folds. His cock ached painfully, pressing hard against his loincloth, tenting it outwards. Their lips met again, urgently, and their tongues danced against one another.
Her hand reached down and slid slowly up his inner thigh, her fingernails tracing over the sensitive skin. When she reached his testicles she cupped them gently in her warm hand, causing him to groan softly into her mouth. After a moment, her hand moved upward, gripping his rigid shaft. It felt as solid as an oak branch in her hand. Once again, he gasped out his pleasure.
He pressed his middle finger into her, feeling her smooth clasping walls gripping it as he slowly entered. She reacted to this invasion by crying out and gripping his cock harder. When his finger reached an obstruction, he stopped, remembering how his fellow braves discussed a woman’s maidenhead. Pulling back, he once again slid his fingers slowly up and down through the warm furrow of her core, noticing her body twitching every time he bumped over a small hard nub of flesh. Concentrating on it, his fingertip circled it gently, watching her reaction.
She moaned louder as her fingernails dug into his back. Her other hand gripped him tighter, beginning a slow stroking motion.
He broke their kiss and gazed at her. She was beautiful. From her lustrous and long dark hair, to her high cheekbones and soft chestnut eyes, he couldn’t imagine anyone he would want to lie with other than her. He paused, thinking again about his father’s warnings and Keokuk's tomahawk, but those thoughts could not overcome his desire for the woman he loved.
His eyes focused on the tops of her breasts, exposed as her dress rode down. For a squaw her age, they were large, and he had heard the other braves joking about them with a touch of envy in their voices. He moved his hand from her back to rest gently on them, feeling the warmth of her skin. Sliding lower, his fingertips pressed under the edge of the soft deerskin, cupping her full breast in his hand. Her nipple pressed hard against his palm and she let out another quick breath.
He pushed the garment down and exposed her breasts to his gaze. Her nipples were a lovely shade of reddish-brown, slightly darker than the rest of her skin. Her areolas were puffy, and the nipples were large and erect, standing out like ripe, juicy berries.
Dipping his head, he took one into his mouth while taking the other between his finger and thumb, rolling it gently. His tongue flicked against the swollen flesh as his lips closed around it and suckled. Her free hand clutched against the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him into her. Her breathing was deep and rhythmic, as her body twitched in small spasms.
His finger continued its assault on the nub of flesh between her labia, alternating between rubbing it in circles, and batting it softly. Each movement caused her body to twitch, and he could sense the pleasure building inside of her.
Fluid dribbled from the head of his cock, and when she discovered it, she spread it around with her palm, making his skin slick for her strokes. She began a steady slow rhythm, and the pleasure radiated outward from his groin, filling his body with sensations he had never felt before.
He switched his mouth to her other nipple, licking and sucking, nibbling softly at her skin with his lips. It seemed the more forceful he was with her, the more her body reacted, and soon he was sucking her hard into his mouth, nibbling at her flesh with his teeth.
Her soft cries became louder, and she clutched tighter at him with her hands, one behind his head and the other on his cock. He could sense something was about to happen with her, and quickened the pace of his fingers between her legs.
Suddenly, her body clenched in a spasm, and she cried out in pleasure, her hands squeezing him almost to the point of pain. She froze that way for several seconds as she took in deep lungfuls of air, her voice hitching in jerky sighs and groans.
He lifted his head and watched her face, even more beautiful as the pleasure coursed through her. Her mouth was slightly open and she stared at him with wide eyes, as if surprised at what was happening to her.
After several moments she relaxed into him, and he had to move his arm around her back again to hold her or she would have slid to the ground. She laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, her breath slowing. Her stroking of his cock ceased, but she still held his rigid flesh in the soft embrace of her hand.
He allowed her to rest for several minutes, and soon she moved and began kissing the smooth skin of his chest, coming back alive. Her hand tightened on him and her stroking resumed. Her face turned upwards to his and she smiled through half-closed eyes.
“Mmm, that felt good,” she said.
He smiled down at her. “You are beautiful like a sunset.”
She gave him a sleepy smile in return. “And you are my warrior.”
“Thank you for this present,” he said, stroking her hair.
Her smile grew wider. “You haven’t received your present yet.”
He gave her a puzzled look.
She stepped away from him, keeping the smile on her lips and her eyes locked on his. Turning from him, she dropped to her knees on the soft grass. Her hands went to the bottom of her dress and she pulled it up over her hips, exposing the perfect globes of her ass to his rapt gaze.
She slowly bent to the ground, her head and breasts pressing against the grass while keeping her ass raised, presenting herself to him.
The sight of this caused his cock to harden another notch, and he stared at her in shocked lust. She was offering herself to him.
He stood there watching, too stunned to move, and she responded with a slow movement of her hips, rolling them gently to entice him. He watched her as if mesmerized, focused on the soft exposed skin of her secret furrow, lined by the dark wisps of her pubic hair. His cock twitched in anticipation.
“Are you sure, my love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Take me,” she softly replied, “I am yours. I need you.”
He stepped forward and moved to his knees behind her, pulling his loincloth out of the way. His cock arched out and upward in a powerful arc, with a trickle of fluid seeping from the tip. His hands moved to her hips, taking her in his strong grip as he pulled her back towards him.
Adjusting himself, he watched in fascination as his cockhead nestled against her swollen outer lips. She was wet and slick from her previous pleasure, and the liquid trickling from him mixed with her lubrication as he opened her gently with his swollen and smooth cockhead.
He felt her soft skin begin to envelope him, and he sighed in pleasure. Pressing his hips forward, he slid off the mark and downward, causing her to giggle softly.
Pulling back and realigning, he pressed forward again, this time catching the proper angle and he felt the tightness of her entrance spreading around the head of his cock. She sighed in pleasure and gently rolled her hips, encouraging him to continue.
The muscles in his ass strained as he pushed onward, her unbelievably warm wet tightness accepting him inside of her. He met the resistance his finger had encountered. Backing up momentarily, he plunged forward, breaking through and sliding his entire length into her clasping tunnel.
She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his hard cock filled her completely, stretching her delicate skin open for the first time. He held there for a long moment, pressed deep into her as his fingers gripped the soft skin of her hips, holding her against him.
After remaining still for a moment, her hips began their gently rolling again, encouraging him onward. He slowly pulled back, drawing his length out of her, feeling her walls grasping at him, as if attempting to hold him inside.
When he was almost completely out, he pressed back in, feeling the exquisite tightness spreading reluctantly to his invasion. She let out a soft whine of pleasure, and he felt her strength as she pressed back against him.
When his hips met her ass, he paused again, breathing deep and holding inside of her. He had heard he friends talk about how good sex felt, but he had never imagined it would feel like this. He wanted to remain inside of her forever, intimately connected to her.
“Yes,” she whispered into the grass, “feels good.”
He grunted in response, and began a slow rhythm, in and out, feeling her squeezing him as he withdrew, and spreading once again as he speared his rock hard shaft back into her.
Looking down, he watched as they moved together in the faint moonlight. His shaft slid between the curved arcs of her ass, glistening from her wetness. He stared fascinated as her lips wrapped around him in a loving embrace, giving him pleasure he hadn’t known existed until now.
Their union created a soft wet sound, like a newborn sucking at its mother’s teat. It mixed in with their gasps and moans, creating a quiet symphony of lust.
His fingers kneaded the muscles of her ass, pulling her into him as his cock filled her. She sighed and rocked her body in time with his, her eyes closed with a dreamlike expression on her face as it pressed against the cool grass.
He felt the pleasure rising in him, and he picked up his speed. She groaned when she felt this, and her movements matched his, driving back into him as hard as he thrust forward. A new sound was added to the mix, as his hips slapped audibly against her upturned ass cheeks with each thrust.
Her moans increased, and she unconsciously tore tufts of grass from the ground as she clenched for a handhold. From her sounds, he knew she was as close as he was to the coming explosion.
He drove them both onward, his hips flexing as his cock plunged into her yielding core, drawing their pleasures upward, nearer and nearer to the edge of no return. Their breaths came in rhythmic gasps, matching each other in intensity, their bodies in tune with the other, sharing and creating the pleasure they felt. In each of their minds they became a single entity, together as one as the shared ecstasy flowed through them.
She went over the edge first, lifting her head and crying out her pleasure in a high-pitched moan, her body locking in spasms as her orgasm wrenched through her. He felt her clasping warmth spasm around him, and he followed her over, arching his back and groaning loudly, pressing himself deep as his balls shot blast after blast of his hot seed into her.
It felt like he was drifting away with her, to a place where only they could go. They floated there, sharing the pleasure of their joining, lost to the world and nothing existing except for the feelings they shared.
Their bodies held tense as their orgasms ebbed, and they relaxed into each other, still connected but their lust now converted to contentment as he leaned down and held her in his strong arms.
They lay there without thought, holding each other as he softened and slipped out of her. No words were shared because none were necessary. None could be as meaningful as their lovemaking had been.
They were lying like this when a gruff voice startled them.
“Cooing Dove? Are you in here?”
It was her father. They both froze with wide eyes. Where they lay couldn’t be seen from the path, but they knew they had to be silent. Keokuk was a great hunter as well as a warrior, and his senses were unparalleled. If they made any sound, no matter how slight, he would hear.
Growling Wolf felt his heart pounding in his chest, sounding as loud as the tribe’s message drums. Keokuk could surely hear it.
But the older brave stood silently for a moment, listening, and moved further down the path, away from them. When he was out of sight, they quietly got up, arranged their clothes, and ran up the path towards the fire. By the time they got back, they were out of breath and giggling, giddy with excitement.
Before they parted, he pulled her close and kissed her hard, and she responded with the same, her lips urgent on his.
Growling Wolf stared up into the starry night sky, hoping he had the strength for the tests ahead of him. On this night, he was only five sunrises into his solitude and he already missed his home.
He thought about the large fire that was always burning at the mouth of their cave, providing warmth during the cold nights. Out here, all he had was a buffalo skin and a meager fire to keep him warm, and the chill of the night had settled into his bones. His rumbling stomach reminded him of the deer or buffalo meat that was always cooking on the tribe’s fire, filling the cavern with delicious scents, while all he had out here was a small rabbit he had managed to kill.
But most of all, he thought of Cooing Dove. Their last night together had sparked something in him, and he craved her touch again. He would give anything to have her with him right now, so they could satisfy their mutual desire for each other once again.
The moon seemed to mock him as it moved slowly across the sky, keeping him from quenching the desire filling his loins. He stared at it, wishing he could force it to complete its journey quickly so he could complete his.
Suddenly, an arc of light streaked across the dark sky, filling the night with blinding whiteness. A thunderous explosion immediately rocked the earth just over a nearby hill. The force and surprise of the blast knocked Growling Wolf backwards onto the hard ground, but his warrior training had him up on his feet in an instant, his knife in his hand.
He waited to see what else would happen, but only silence remained, and he wondered if he had fallen asleep and dreamed it all. For the first time, he was glad he was alone, because the other braves would have surely laughed at him for his actions. Sheathing his knife, he set out into the darkness, determined to find the cause of this disturbance.
When he reached the top of the hill, he saw it – a rough gaping hole torn into the ground. It was nearly as wide as a large tree and a glow came from the bottom, as if a fire had been built down there.
He wondered if this was the white man’s doing. Although he had never met one, he had heard stories of their wars, where they used a black powder to create explosions of fire. But looking around the moon-lit plain, he saw no signs of anyone, let alone a white man.
Making his way over the rough ground, he reached the edge of the crater. When he looked down, he saw the source of the light. A large rounded rock lay at the center of the hole, cracked down the center from its impact with the earth. A yellowish liquid seeped from the crack and formed a pool at the bottom of the hole, glowing like the dying embers of a fire.
His first thought was to run, but again his training overcame his instinct, and he held fast. Then an idea occurred to him. He had been praying to the elders in the sky to help him, and perhaps this was their answer. When he was young, he had heard the tales of great warriors who had been aided by gifts from their ancestors. Maybe this was their gift for him.
He climbed down the torn slope of the hole, and kneeled next to the pool of glowing liquid, leaning down to look at it closely. He couldn’t detect a smell, but he was fascinated by the light that seemed to swirl in its shallow depths. Yes, he was convinced this was a gift meant for him.
Using his hand as a cup, he scooped up some of the warm liquid and brought it to his lips. After drinking a small amount, he paused to make sure there were no ill effects. There were none. In fact, the liquid invigorated him as it traveled down to his stomach.
He drank the rest in his hand, and retrieved another and gulped it down. After five more, he sat back, his stomach full. Something was happening inside of him – a gathering of energy he had never felt before. It was similar to how he felt when he was with Cooing Dove – that tightening tension before the ecstatic release.
The thought of her brought memories to his mind – memories from their shared moment of passion. The way she felt soft and warm under the touch of his hand, and how she lifted her ass, offering herself to him. How it felt to finally be inside of her, her tight hot flesh grasping at him as he filled her with his hardness, over and over. How she looked as he speared into her, her pliable warm flesh stretching tightly around the base of his cock. The images fueled his lust, causing the front of his loincloth to tent outward as he quickly hardened to full length. But this was more than just desire. This was a physical need, more powerful than hunger or thirst. He had to have her again, and he couldn’t wait until sunrise, let alone until the next full moon.
As the glowing liquid made its way through his body, latching onto his nervous system with its alien contamination, all coherent thought slipped away like water off a beaver pelt. When it was gone, all that remained was the singular need of lust, powerful and consuming, and growing stronger with every beat of his heart. He knew what he had to do.
Red Eagle wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him. This was his fifth moon in a row he had been assigned guard duty, and he was having trouble staying awake. Was it a dream, or was Growling Wolf approaching him in the darkness, after only five moons into his vision quest?
Such a thing was unheard of. No Arapaho brave had ever returned this soon. Some had lasted only twenty moons, and others had never returned, but only five?
Plus, he knew Growling Wolf wasn’t this weak. There must be something wrong.
As Growling Wolf approached, Red Eagle stepped in front of him and put his hand out.
“Growling Wolf, what are you doing?”
The other brave stared at him, his eyes red and vacant.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Red Eagle said, “You’re back too soon. You’ll be stoned to death if they find you here.”
Growling Wolf continued to stare at him. A small line of drool dripped from the side of his mouth. He took a step forward and bumped into Red Eagle, attempting to move him out of the way.
Red Eagle placed his hand on his chest and pushed back, stopping him again. He felt something pressing against his leg and looked down. Growling Wolf’s hard cock was tautly arching out from under his loincloth.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Cooing Dove,” Growling Wolf grunted.
Red Eagle grinned. “My friend, I promise you your squaw will be waiting for you when you return. But you must wait. You can’t come back now. Perhaps if you use some buffalo fat and your hand, you can relieve some of the pressure.” He smiled again and made a stroking motion with his fist.
Growling Wolf’s hand flashed out in an arc, and his stone knife sliced easily through the front of Red Eagle’s throat. As the wound gaped into an open vee, the blood gushed out in spurts, and the hands raised to staunch it had little effect. As Red Eagle fell, Growling Wolf stepped past and sheathed his knife, no longer concerned with the dying brave, his mind occupied only by a single thought.
Striding into the cave, he made his way to where Cooing Dove’s family slept. He found them sleeping on a bed of hay under a large buffalo skin, huddled together for warmth. Keokuk’s eyes were closed in contented sleep, but Growling Wolf didn’t notice, nor did he care.
Locating Cooing Dove, he pulled her from under the blanket, away from her family, and looked down at her body lit by the soft glow of the torches on the walls. She was perfect, and the desire coursed through him in strong waves.
She awoke and looked up at him, confused from her sleep.
“Growling Wolf?” she murmured.
Instead of answering, he lifted and spread her legs before kneeling between them.
Her eyes grew wide with alarm.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, “My father sleeps beside us.”
Again, Growling Wolf didn’t reply. He shifted his hips and pressed the tip of his hardness against her opening.
“No,” she whispered, “my father will kill us both.”
Growling Wolf grunted as he flexed his hips and pressed hard into her, burrowing into her unprepared vagina with his flint-hard cock.
She stifled a cry and bit her lip. Her eyes were wide in a mixture of pain and fear.
He pressed harder, spreading her tightness further, opening her unprepared flesh to his invasion. She cried out softly and pressed her hands against his chest, wanting him to stop.
But he continued his assault, his leg muscles straining as he used his strength to take her, filling her completely as his balls nestled in the crack of her ass. He held deep for a moment, and withdrew in a long backwards stroke. Despite the circumstances, she let out a small gasp of pleasure, and her inner wetness began to flow, coating his stiff shaft.
He began fucking her hard, grunting his pleasure as his cock sawed in and out of her tight wet clasp. She tried to cover his mouth with her hands, warning him to be quiet, but he was too far gone to understand. All he knew was that the ache inside of him was gone, the fire temporarily quenched as her cunt squeezed him tightly.
Her family slept on as they rutted beside them. Soon she was completely lubricated, and his cock shone wetly as he plunged in and out, filling her in noisy wet thrusts.
She lay back and accepted him with widespread legs, her fear turning to confusion as the lust overtook her mind. Her hands that had been pressed to his chest slid down his sides and cupped his ass, urging him on. She had a last thought of her father, and the fear returned, but it was washed away by the infection, leaving only lust and desire in its place.
Growling Wolf’s orgasm overtook him, and his grunts grew louder as his body spasmed and he spewed his seed deep into her. She felt the warmth filling her, and all rational thought was gone.
He began to slide his still hard cock from her, but her legs came up around him, holding him in place. He looked down into her bloodshot eyes, and saw the lust that had consumed him, had now overtaken her. He grinned down at her and she returned the smile, her teeth white against her dark skin, her eyes vacant except for the lust. A thin line of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth down onto her cheek.
Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and her body began moving, taking him deep into her and then out again, beginning the rhythm of wanton lust.
After his third orgasm, and her second, they changed positions. Like their first time, she moved to her knees and presented her ass to him, and he wasted no time in filling her with his hardness. Her head was above the sleeping form of her father, still covered by the bearskin.
Her body shook with each hard thrust of Growling Wolf’s hips against her, and her eyes stared unfocused at the bearskin, forbidden images filling her mind. After a few moments she pushed the bearskin aside, revealing her father to her gaze.
More images came, and her eyes focus on the sleeping form. The cock in her cunt felt good, but she needed more. Part of her mind fought against the thoughts she was having, but the infection was too powerful, and it overwhelmed any resistance.
She pushed aside the loincloth in front of her and revealed the object of her desire. She grinned wide as she lowered her mouth.
Bear’s Tooth listened intently to what Niwot was telling him, allowing him to finish without interruption. As chief of all the tribes of the Arapaho Nation, he had learned that listening was more important than talking. And in this instance, he wasn’t sure what to say anyway.
When Niwot finished, Bear’s Tooth sat quietly, lost in thought as he stared into the fire. Finally he said, “Are you sure Ankorok was speaking the truth?”
“Yes,” Niwot replied. “I didn’t believe him myself, so I followed him back to the cave and saw it with my own eyes.”
“All of them?” asked the Chief.
“From what I could see. I didn’t want to get too close.”
Bear’s Tooth sighed. With all the trouble the white men were causing, this couldn’t have happened at a worse time. He would have to act decisively.
“If this is all true,” he said, “we must stop it.”
Niwot nodded.
“However,” Bear’s Tooth added, “I must see it for myself.”
Niwot looked at him with surprise. “You want to go there?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think that would be safe.”
“It would be much more dangerous to order the deaths of an entire tribe of my people without being sure.”
Niwot nodded again. “As always, your wisdom lights the darkened path.”
“We will need the white man’s black powder. Can you get some?”
“It will be difficult,” Niwot replied, “but I will try.”
“Very well. We shall leave in the morning.”
Bear’s Tooth walked into the cave that was the home of his Southern Takaho Tribe with concern on his elderly face. The sounds coming from inside sent a chill through his soul. Niwot had insisted ten of his strongest braves accompany him into the cave, but Niwot himself stayed outside, claiming he had to supervise the black powder. But Bear’s Tooth could tell by the look on his face he was too frightened to enter the cave again.
As they approached the center of the cavern, the clamor of sounds became both louder and more distinct. Instead of a cacophony of indecipherable voices, they could now recognize the sound as individual people – screams and moans of pleasure and anguish – all separate but joining together as one.
Reaching the chamber room, the braves lifted their torches to light what was in front of them. Bear’s Tooth took a step back in shock, his mouth gaping in horror. Niwot had tried to warn him about what was in front of him, but he now knew nothing could prepare him for it.
Bodies covered the floor of the cave, three layers thick in some places. But these bodies weren’t dead. They were very much alive, and twining around each other in unspeakable acts of sex. Each one was nude, and engaged in intercourse with at least one other body, and most times more. Gender no longer mattered, with men penetrating other men in various orifices, and women joining with other women, using their mouths and hands for pleasure. Some of the bodies were smaller, informing Bear’s Tooth that even the children weren’t spared from this plague.
Niwot had told him these people had forgone eating for sex, but he didn’t realize the full impact of what that meant until now. All of the bodies were rail thin, skin hanging off bones in loose folds. Skull-like faces with bulging eyes and thin lips, locked in grimaces of pleasure and pain, as their bodies coupled in an unrelenting orgy. Dried buffalo meat that Niwot had ordered brought in, sat in the corners of the chamber, ignored and uneaten. These people had only one hunger left, and they were satisfying it.
Bear’s Tooth estimated there were close to a thousand lost souls in here, all forming one mass of writhing humanity. He knew this sight would haunt him until the day he died. They filled the entire cave floor, except for the pool that sat in the middle, although some lay together in the shallow water, thrusting their bodies together with obscene splashes.
One woman left the group and walked towards them. Her long black hair lay matted against her skin, covering the tops of her flattened and loosely saggy breasts. Her dark patch of pubic hair sagged between her legs, as if worn out from her exertions. Her legs and arms were impossibly thin, but she walked towards them in an attempt at a sexy saunter, her cracked lips grinning in a lascivious smile.
“Stop!” Tahchee, one of the braves, stepped between her and Bear’s Tooth.
She responded by turning her grin to him, and saying, “I want your hard cock.”
“Do not come any closer,” Tahchee warned.
The squaw ignored him and continued to come forward. “Aren’t you a man?” she asked. “Don’t you want to put your–”
She never finished her sentence, because Tahchee stepped forward and brought his tomahawk down on the top of her head, cleaving her skull in half with the single powerful blow. The gray matter of her brain showed through the split in her dark hair, but she took another few steps with a confused look on her face. Tahchee pulled back his weapon for another strike, but she collapsed on the hard stone ground. He nudged her a few times with his foot, but she was dead.
Next, a brave walked towards them with the same smile. His body was gaunt and emaciated, but his large penis jutted out from his body, pointing out and upward in a defiant arc. The skin was red and raw, and worn to the point of bleeding in some places, but it still stood strong. The guards stared at it in fascination, not believing their eyes.
Tahchee reacted again, this time pulling out his bow and taking an arrow from its sheath. In a smooth motion, he strung the arrow and drew the bow back, taking only a moment to aim before letting the arrow fly. It was a perfect shot, entering through the brave’s eye socket and impaling itself in his brain. There was no reaction of pain, and the braves watched in horror as he continued to smile. He took a few more shambling steps before collapsing and landing on the dead squaw.
“I’ve seen enough,” Bear’s Tooth said. “Two of you stay here and don’t let any out. We will come and get you when we’re ready.”
Twenty minutes later, the small group of braves huddled behind a large boulder, shielding themselves from the imminent explosion. Niwok lit the fuse, and ran back to the group. He wasn’t sure how long it would take the fuse to burn back to the powder, so he ran like his life depended upon it. They all waited breathlessly, and as the seconds passed they wondered if something had gone wrong.
“Maybe I should check it,” Niwot finally said, and got up to go.
Bear’s Tooth grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. A second later, the explosion shook the earth, sending dust and debris into the air. Small rocks fell around them as they hugged the ground.
They waited for the dust to clear, and when it did, they saw their efforts had been successful. The front of the cave was permanently sealed with a large landslide of rocks and earth.
“It is done,” Bear’s Tooth said in a sad but firm voice, and turned to leave. His braves fell in behind.
Inside the cave, the inhabitants paid no attention to the blast, concentrating instead on their lustful activities. They continued unabated, some for weeks, not allowing the starvation deaths of their fellow tribe members to give them pause. Dead bodies were fornicated with until they decomposed to slushy flesh, then the living turned to each other for gratification.
Growling Wolf and Cooing Dove encountered each other several times before their deaths, but by then there were no traces of their former minds left. Only unbridled lust, pure and unquenchable, remained. Whoever they used to be were long gone.
Eventually, death came to them all, their bodies decomposing in the damp air of the cave, congealing together in a single mass of rotting body parts, forming a slushy soup that oozed down into the cavern’s pool.
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Author’s note: This short story is the expanded version of the prologue from Sex Zombies, a full-length novel. If you’re interested in reading about what happens when this virus is set loose in modern day Nebraska, check it out at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/59641
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S.Wolf
Sex Zombies
An erotic horror novel.
They're sick! They're twisted! They're horny! And they're coming after you!
The terrible plague lay dormant for centuries, trapped with its victims in a sealed tomb. But now it's been set loose upon the world, transforming people into drooling zombies. These creatures crave human flesh - but not to eat. Instead, they're driven by the singular thought of satisfying the sexual desire that burns unquenched within them.
Soon, the small town of Falls City is overrun with the frenzied fornicators, spreading their infected seed of wantonness to anyone they can get their legs around. Chaos reigns as the outbreak expands, turning conscientious citizens into lust-filled lunatics. The Army is called in to control the situation, but it soon becomes apparent they have their own agenda.
Through it all, eighteen-year-old Josh and his new girlfriend Emma try to cope with the growing crisis, dodging the zombies and the Army as they attempt to deal with lust issues of their own. Along with their friends, they may be the town's last hope for survival, as the story ticks down to its nail-biting conclusion.
Adults only due to graphic sexual situations and violence.