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  Curse Of The Wereslut

  Bryce has always been shy around women. When he meets a mysterious redhead while trail-running in the woods, he's shocked at how hungry she seems to be for his attention. Despite his inexperience, they stumble into the park showers together where she greedily takes him without protection, a wild animal who can only be satisfied by his thrusts.

  When she bites into his shoulder, he doesn't think much of it. But then, a month later, the full moon rises again, and Bryce finds himself turning into that same hungry creature with an insatiable lust for men... and what they have in their pants. Can he curb his bestial urges, or will he succumb to the curse of the wereslut?

  Curse Of The Wereslut

  (‘Curse Of The Wereslut’ Book 1 of 3)

  Nora Nix and Meghan Archer

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All participants in these fictitious events are consenting, non-related adults over the age of eighteen.

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  Curse Of The Wereslut

  Bryce could feel his chest burn as he passed the five-mile marker on the trail, taking a deep breath of the damp night air. He loved running the trails at night, enjoying the unquestioning solitude broken only on the rarest occasion. But the thing that really appealed to Bryce about his night runs were the lack of women to see him. Ever since middle school he had suffered a severe case of anxiety when it came to the opposite sex, especially if they actually spoke to him. After countless nervous breakdowns, he had long ago decided that avoiding the opposite sex was his best option.

  As his feet pounded against the spongy, rubberized surface of the trail, something nagged at the back of his mind, a primal instinct that often came to him when things were dark. He couldn’t quite explain what the feeling was, but it drove him to quicken his pace from a light walk to a jog. The snapping of a branch made his head turn so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash, only just realizing how on edge he was. Something didn’t feel right.

  The logical part of his brain told him that he was just being paranoid, that there weren’t any monsters in the dark—but the nagging sensation persisted, urging him to jog on faster still under the light of the full moon. When the sound of crunching foliage greeted his ears again, he tried his best to ignore it, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in danger the longer he stayed out on the trail.

  Just a little farther, he thought. The car’s just another mile on.

  But the growing stitch in his side drove Bryce to pause just a moment, leaning against the rough trunk of an oak. He breathed in deeply, trying to force the sharp pain in his ribs to subside before he continued. He did his best to ignore the part of his brain screaming for him to make a beeline straight to his car and not look back.

  Not look back at what? he asked himself. Finally, he gave in to the morbid curiosity of what he might find lurking in the darkness between the trees.

  But there was nothing behind him, nothing but the countless silhouettes cast by the park trees. Everything was so still that you could have probably heard a pin drop if someone was ever dumb enough to carry a pin with them for such occasions.

  Everything was calm.

  Then he felt something grab his shoulder.

  Bryce spun around, ready to swing his fist at whoever—or whatever—had grabbed him. But just as his mind flew into combat mode, Bryce’s eyes fell on a gorgeous redhead staring up at him, her clothes torn and covered in dirt. Her hair fell down to the middle of her back, but sweat and grime caked a great deal of it to her face. She looked like she’d rolled into a ditch. Something about her, though, made him stare, captivated by her eyes and—

  Oh, God, he thought, her tits are practically out of her shirt!

  “Are you okay?” Bryce asked, finally remembering the proper thing to ask when you meet someone who looked like they’d just been mauled by a bear.

  “Please help me,” the woman breathed, her gorgeous golden eyes staring up into his as she took a step closer. “I need you.” Her accent gave her away immediately as a British national, a soft melding of her words that was all too appealing to Bryce’s ear.

  “Did someone hurt you?” he asked, doing his best not to let his gaze fall down to her chest where her nipples teasingly peeked out from the tears in her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. But something about her almost begged to be stared at. God, her tits are huge, he thought, his heart beginning to race as he fought his growing anxiety and his basketball shorts beginning to tighten. This girl was in trouble. His bullshit could wait.

  “No, but I need you to help me, please,” she whispered breathlessly, pleading as she bit on her bottom lip. Her eyes never left his as she spoke, taking another step closer still.

  “Sure, just—” he glanced around the trail nervously. “Let’s get you to my car. There are showers by the parking lot. We can get you cleaned up,” he said, his eyes flicking again to the heaving mounds of her breasts as her nipples slipped into view as her chest rose and fell. “And we can get you a new shirt,” he stammered. “I’ve—I’ve got an extra in the car.”

  But the girl didn’t say anything, just nodded as she let her eyes wander over him, which only made Bryce feel more exposed. When he began to walk down the trail, though, she followed closely, her bare feet making only the softest of sounds against the black surface, a faint scuffing as they made their way toward the parking lot. All the while, Bryce couldn’t help but glance back at the disheveled young woman.

  Her eyes seemed to shine through the night at him whenever they passed beneath one of the trail’s many light posts. She was staring at him the entire time, an odd smile plastered across her pouty lips as they finally found their way to the parking lot and the restrooms.

  “Do you have someone you need to call for a ride?” Bryce asked as the two of them stopped in front of the women’s restrooms. His eyes kept wandering down to her nearly-exposed breasts, feeling the rising of an anxiety attack in his chest. It felt tight, and his vision felt like it was closing in.

  “What’s your name?” she asked, taking another step toward him, chewing on her bottom lip seductively. Her eyes drew him in almost as much as her tits did, soft golden orbs that stared up at him almost expectantly. Those eyes caught the light of the full moon so perfectly. She never answered his question.

  “M-My name?” Bryce stammered, “I mean, my name is Bryce. What’s yours?” He almost backed up another step as she came closer to him, only discovering
that the stucco wall of the restrooms was blocking his retreat.

  “Do you think I’m pretty, Bryce?” she asked, her hand toying playfully at the opening of her button-down shirt, loosening one of the buttons that kept her tits at bay.

  “Do I—I mean,” Bryce was almost speechless, only managing to answer with a breathy, “Yes.”

  “You do?” the woman asked in a tone of faux innocence. Her smile widened as she took one more step closer to Bryce’s now trembling body. “Do I make you hard?”

  Before Bryce could realize what was happening, this complete stranger had her hand sliding up his crotch along the shaft of his very hard cock. He gasped, feeling her fingers running over his dick through his shorts.

  Oh, God, he thought. How long has she been staring at my dick like that?

  But his nervousness was soon outweighed by the jolt of pleasure that radiated up from his balls. A soft sound escaped his throat as he felt the woman’s hand beginning to slide up and down the length of his cock, his back pressed against the rough exterior of the restrooms. He let out a whimper.

  “Good boy,” she said with a smirk. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

  Bryce couldn’t answer, too focused on the fact that he was having his dick touched through his clothes, anxiety and arousal racing for dominance over his mind as he thought of all the things he’d fantasized about doing to a woman. Hell, he could hardly manage to get within ten feet of one without freaking out, normally, and now one was practically begging for him to take her right there in the park.

  “But, why’re you—” he began, but her mouth slid over his in a warm, hungry kiss. Her body pressed against his own, needful and hot. It almost felt like she was burning up as her tits pressed against him.

  “I’m horny, baby,” she whispered in his ear, her tongue sliding out to caress the lobe sensuously, “I need it so bad it hurts!”

  I’m dreaming, he thought, letting out a moan as the strange woman slid her hand beneath the band of his shorts and started to actually work his cock from base to tip. This is all just a wet dream I’m having. I’ll wake up any second with jizz between my sheets.

  But he never woke up, the woman moaned as she began to grind her hips against his leg, her torn shorts drenched at her crotch. Bryce couldn’t believe this kind of thing could ever happen, especially not to him. His eyes closed as he let out a low moan in his throat as he felt her working the base of his dick. It was so different than doing it himself.

  But then he felt her body pull away, her fingers slipping out from beneath his shorts. His eyes opened, desperate to feel her touch on his skin again. Bryce turned his head, finding her smirking at him from the door leading into the men’s restrooms as she began to unbutton her shirt completely.

  Without a word of prompting needed, Bryce eagerly followed after her, nearly tripping over his own feet as he passed into the dark confines of the restrooms. The thought crossed his mind that he was either about to get laid or get murdered, hoping the former won out in the end—almost as though his life depended on it.

  The redhead ducked into the back stalls that housed the simplistic showers used by the runners on the trail, a sultry giggle wafting through the palpable silence of the restrooms. Bryce could feel himself throbbing in his shorts, his tip pressing against the soft fabric of his underwear.

  He turned into the shower stall just in time to watch as the shower burst into life, the woman’s eyes locking onto his as the cool streams ran down her body, soaking her shirt before she slid it onto the bathroom floor.

  He breasts were perfection, soft and big with puffy little pink nipples that stood at attention. As the water washed over her body, the grime and dirt slid down, revealing her for the bombshell she was. Her face was dotted with freckles, a gentle swath of them covering the bridge of her impish nose. Bryce’s eyes followed the dirt down as it slid between her breasts and over her tight stomach just as she started to slide out of her drenched shorts.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, slipping her hand between her legs as she kicked the sopping wet clothes out of sight, fingering herself as she run her free hand through her wet hair. “Please, Bryce, it’s burning me up!” she moaned as she teased her clit.

  Bryce slid his t-shirt off and threw out behind him, hurriedly removing his shorts after that. His cock stood there rigidly, throbbing in the cold night air. He almost began to feel his self-consciousness returning, fearing she might not enjoy what she saw—but as his dick slid out from beneath the band of his basketball shorts, the woman’s eyes grew wide and she began to pant, licking her lips hungrily.

  “That’s what I need, baby!” she moaned, her free hand grabbing at her pillowy tits. “Please! I need it.” The woman let out a whine, falling to her knees in front of him.

  Bryce almost pulled back, shocked by how desperate to be fucked the woman seemed, but as she knelt down her lips slid around his cock and took him deep into her throat. All thoughts of turning back fled his mind at that moment, overcome by wonderful feeling of the stranger’s mouth around his shaft.

  He’d never felt anything like it. A warmth overtook him as her head bobbed up and down, sucking feverishly at his tip while her hand worked his base. All too quickly Bryce felt the growing pressure between his hips, signaling his climax as it began to build. Her head bobbed and her tongue swirled around his tip before she came up for air, gasping as she continued jacking him off, her eyes staring needfully up into his own.

  “Don’t you dare,” she whispered up at him as if she sensed his impending orgasm. She stood up and beckoned for him to follow her beneath the water.

  The spray had grown warm as the redhead had sucked him off, steam rising all around them as she turned herself around, her chest pressed against the wall, pushing her ass out toward him, legs spread. It was more than an invitation—she was begging for it.

  Bryce grabbed her hips to steady himself, nervously pressing his tip against the glistening folds of her drenched pussy. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt the silken caress of the woman’s warm muff brushing its lips against his hard shaft. It seemed like ages ago that he’d lost his virginity, back in high school when his friends had gotten him drunk.

  God, I didn’t realize how much I missed it, he thought as he pressed himself deeper into her welcoming depths. She let out a satisfied moan as she felt Bryce’s cock driving deep inside of her until his hips pressed against her plump ass.

  “Fuck!” she cried out, a smile washing over her as her eyelids fluttered. She squirmed and bucked her hips against him, panting as she felt his thick shaft throbbing within her tight confines. She squeezed on him, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked smirk as she started to writhe. “That’s it, baby. Give me what I want.”

  Bryce started to move his hips, the base of his cock pulsing as the all-too-soon threat of his climax loomed closer. He moaned, closing his eyes as he buried his cock deep inside of her hole, slowly developing a rhythm. He could feel her hand between her legs, teasing at her clit as her hips squirmed, working his cock.

  “Holy fuck,” Bryce moaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent as his cock began to swell and pulse with pleasure. “I’m so close,” he breathed, looking into her eyes.

  The redhead pulled him out of her for just a moment, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. With one swift motion she jumped up onto him, her legs wrapped around his back. She slowly squirmed her way down his body, biting her lip as she felt his cock slipping inside of her warm cunt once again.

  To his surprise she was surprisingly light, but not weightless. His knees bent as he supported the majority of her weight. A smirk crossed her face as she pressed her lips to his once again, passionately sliding her tongue into his mouth.

  “I want you to look at me when you cum in my pussy,” she hissed in his ear, leaning back so that he had her back against the wall, perfect for thrusting right up into her tight warm cunt. “Now give it to me.”

  Bryce shivered, his hips working to
thrust up into her, finding his rhythm again. It didn’t take him long to regain his momentum. Her hips squirmed and bucked against his with each thrust, working his rigid shaft eagerly as her cunt ached for his cum. As he fucked her, she threw her head back and moaned, her eyes closed, her skin glistening as the steam lazily hung in the air around them.

  “Please, Bryce! I fucking need your cum, baby! I’ll die without it. Please!” she screamed, looking into his eyes. That accent drove him wild.

  He actually believed her. The way she begged and pleaded, Bryce honestly thought she couldn’t live without feeling his cum inside of her. He couldn’t help himself any longer and he quickened his pace, working himself as deep as he could. With each thrust his orgasm drew nearer, welling up between his hips until it threatened to completely overtake him.

  “Yes! Fuck, give it to me!” she cried out, gripping his hair as her hips writhed, milking his cock for every drop of its cum. “Cum in your slut, baby!”

  He couldn’t resist. The invitation was too good to pass up, and he gave in to the towering wave that was his own climax. A rush of warmth flooded through his hips and down into his cock as he felt his seed gush out into the dirty little slut squirming on his dick.