A Werewolf Fantasy
Chapter 54

Erin blinked. Her hand instinctively came up to shield her face from the glare of sunlight. She was outside and the weather was insanely hot. "Welcome back."

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a much younger Nikjin, leaning against a hut and watching her with a smug smile on his lips. They were back in the past. "No!" she breathed. "Yes, darling,” he replied with a grin. He was enjoying her distress greatly.

"Why did you bring me back here?" she asked angrily. "Why wouldn't you leave me alone?"

"Because you're like a spider. Your web has spread through time, linking all of us together somehow."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

He chuckled. "In this era, you are the daughter-in-law of my biggest enemy. And in the future, you are the mate of my rival. Everywhere I turn, you are there."

"I understand," she said quietly. "How is Devon your rival when you barely even know him?"

"Because that stupid old Gary chose him to be the next Prime Alpha of the Fairbanks clan!" he snapped.

"What?"

"Are you deaf? Your mate has been nominated to be the next leader of all the werewolf packs in east-central Alaska!"

His anger scared her but she was more concerned about how any of this was her fault. She hadn't even been aware that Gary had chosen a successor.

"If that old fool had chosen me, we wouldn't be here right now," he continued angrily. "Now, I am going to do what I should have done a long time ago." "What?"

"I'm sure you already know," he replied snappily. "I will kill Vak and his sons even before they get the chance to grow up. Let's see where that leaves you in the future." "You can't do that!" Erin screamed.

"Watch me," he said and entered the hut.

Erin looked around and realized that they were in Vomani but the place looked different. It looked like a place that had just been newly discovered.

She got to her feet, noticing how different she felt. There was a clay pot beside the entrance of the hut that Nikjin had entered a few minutes ago. Erin walked over to it and peered inside.

There was water inside the pot. On the surface, she saw the reflection of her face and she gasped. She was a teenager again but this time, without the stubborn acne that plagued her throughout high school.

Her perky teenage boobs were exposed and she was wearing a mini sarong made of fur and leather around her waist. There were layers of beaded necklaces hanging around her neck and nestling between her boobs. She looked like a porn star playing dress up in a tribal costume. Why did Nikjin like making women look like human sex toys? Or was this really how women dressed in this era?

He came back outside, carrying a quiver of arrows on his back and holding a large bow. A crude machete was strapped to a leather belt tied around his waist.

"Are you coming? Or would you rather wait here until I return with good news?" he asked with a confident grin.

"I don't think anything you do here will change the future," she bluffed. "You're wasting your time."

"Am I?" He replied. "We shall see about that, won't we?"

He began to walk away and a thought occurred to Erin. What if Devon and the rest of her family had returned to the hospital? What if they'd found her unconscious with Darren beside her? Would they be able to come here to get her or would the stone transport them to another era instead?

She might be wrong, but she hoped that the stone would bring them here instead. In that case, it would be wise to delay Nikjin for a while and give her rescuers enough time to replace her and stop this madman's agenda. "Wait," she said, grabbing his muscled arm to stop him.

He looked down at her hand meaningfully before looking at her. She withdrew her hand immediately but it was too late. Nikjin had interpreted her touch as an invitation and his eyes were already darkening with desire. Erin wondered if Darren was also hypersexual like his past self or if that part of him weathered down through the centuries.

"You want me, don't you?" he asked with a charming smile.

Erin was almost attracted to him. She had to remind herself that this gorgeous man wanted her and her loved ones dead.

"Not really," she said quickly before he got the wrong message. "I just don't want to be alone here. There's nobody else here, is there?"

"No. This is my hideout. I like to come here when my family starts getting on my nerves."

"Oh, I see..."

"If you're going to keep me waiting, you better make it worth my while."

She knew what he meant and her heart sank. She didn't want to be intimate with this awful guy but it appeared that she had no choice. It was the only way to buy time until Devon and the others showed up. At least, she hoped that they would.

By her calculations, she was around seventeen years old now. In the future, this was the age she had sex for the first time with her then-boyfriend, Hank Jacobs. He was the captain of the school football team and she found out during their graduation party that she was one of his multiple 'secret' girlfriends. What a douchebag!

Now, here she was with another douche bag who was leering at her like a sex-starved beast. She would rather eat sand than let this guy hump her, but right now, she had to take one for the team.

"The sun is frying my skin," she complained. For added effect, she slowly stroked her left arm with her right hand. "Can we go inside?"

He knew the game she was playing and he liked it. "Why not?"

He walked back to the hut and lifted the flap at the entrance to let her in. She stepped inside and was immediately impressed with the neat interior.

There wasn't much inside the hut but everything was tidily arranged in their places. The furniture wasn't exotic like the ones he had when she first came to the past. Everything here was mostly handmade and they reflected this era perfectly. Without saying a word to her, Nikjin began to offload his weapons. He laid them on a nearby table and then he strode toward her.

She could see that he was already turned on, judging by the huge bulge that was straining against his leather breeches.

"Wait," she said quickly and licked her lips.

"Don't tease me," he warned her. "I don't have time to woo you, so let's just get this over and done with already."

Before she could speak, he grabbed a handful of her left breast and fondled it. When she opened her mouth to complain, he covered it with his own.

The kiss was brutal but a sparked a fire of desire inside of her, shocking her. Shouldn't she be fighting him off? Wasn't she supposed to be angry?

Instead, she pressed her body against his hard chest, urging him on. His hand left her breast and traveled down to cup her ass. He squeezed it, drawing a moan from her.

"We would make a great team, you and I," he murmured against her lips.

She simply ignored his comment and instead, focused on how her body tingled with desire as he continued to caress her butt.

He rubbed his erection against her thighs and she gasped in excitement. She could already imagine how it would fill her up when he entered her. She grabbed him and began to stroke his hard-on.

"Yes, that's right," he moaned, encouraging her. "Good girl."

Erin wondered if she was running mad, because the more he encouraged her, the more she wanted to please him. He bent his head forward and captured one of her nipples.

Her knees buckled with delight as he began to suckle and take tiny bites of her boobs in between. She was getting moist between her legs and she couldn't wait to have him.

He ripped off her sarong, exposing her bare pussy that was nearly dripping with cum. Nikjin went on his knees and covered her womanhood with his mouth. He ate her like a hungry wolf until she cried and begged him to take her.

He carried her to the bed and stripped off his breeches. Erin was pleased to see his large cock throbbing like a naked wire with live electricity in it. She gladly spread her legs wide for him to enter her.

When he did, she yelped because of the initial pain of the first sex. She kept forgetting that in this era, she was a virgin.

"Sorry, my darling," he cooed in her ear. "Let me turn that pain to pleasure."

And he did. He started slowly with measured shallow thrusts, and when she couldn't bear the delicious torture anymore, she begged him to pick up the pace and he did.

They rode each other hard like possessed stallions. When their orgasm finally came, it was explosive. If Erin didn't know better, she would have thought that this was the best sex she would ever have in her entire life.