Miranda is having a normal day, hiking through the woods, when suddenly the beautiful woman is surrounded by an unusual group of men. They are not entirely human. She feels an uncontrollable lust that makes no sense to her, leading her to venture further into the woods with them, and partake in a group activity she never imagined she'd be a part of. Or enjoy so much.
I'm very aware when I walk through the trees, listening for every sound. That's why I don't understand at all how they snuck up on me.
I look up from the trail and all of a sudden, there they are. A group of attractive men. In their 20s and 30s. Seven of them. They are all just staring at me silently, like beautiful statues. My first instinct is to be afraid or run, but I don't feel that. They aren't looking at me in a menacing way. They look calm and peaceful. They look like they could even be angels. Sort of benevolent. I know I should be afraid, but the fear is just not coming.
Despite my attempt at disguise, they all seem very aware that I'm a woman. I'm beginning to feel lust roll off of them like a heat wave. I haven't had the urge to speak to them, and I suddenly wonder if I could if I tried. It's like my emotions are being controlled by them somehow. That's why I don't feel fear.
Warning: This story contains explicit sex and is for adults only.
This is story #1 of the "Mating Wolves" series.
Length: Short Story, 3800 words.