Snatching the flashlight, I aim it in the direction of the noise. Two glowing red beady eyes stare back at me.

"Holy Shit!" I scream hysterically.

Dashing off in the opposite direction, whispers can be heard behind me. They get closer only to back off right as I feel hot breath on the back of my neck.

"I'm going to die!" Mumbling erratically, my feet trip over themselves on the uneven ground. "Fuck!" Tears bubble up in my eyes at the searing pain in my knees and palms. I can feel the stickiness flowing around the debris.

Growls come from behind me and to my right, pushing me in the opposite direction. It feels as if I'm being boxed in. Is this tunnel a dead end? Am I going to be eaten, is that why they are rushing me? I feel as if whatever is there is herding me in a direction they want me to go in, but I'm too chicken shit to face them head-on. I doubt my baton or voice would do any real damage.

This is not how I'm meant to die, dammit! I haven't witnessed any mythical creatures yet! How can I not see at least one in this colossal sized jungle? There has to be at least one! I don't care if it's a werewolf, or dragon, or even a damn elf, I just wanted to meet one! Why is the universe screwing me over without giving me my sole wish?

The beam of the flashlight hits a fork in the tunnels, not knowing which one is safer, I angle my body to take the one to my left. Only to be shoved by what feels like talons towards the right.

"What do you want from me?!" I scream, not once turning around or slowing down as the onslaught of pain is coursing through my limbs. It feels like my mind is going delusional, I feel as if I'm being forced in a specific direction. The stabbing sting in my chest will be the least of my worries if I do not find an exit soon.

Snarls and growls are the responses I receive to my question.

"Leave me alone! I've done nothing wrong!" I shriek frantically.

"Submit to me!" It's a whisper on a breeze along the back of my neck. Little hairs spike up with the near danger. "Submit. To. Me!" This time it's further away as if the creature or person stopped moving.

Not trusting my senses at the moment, my legs do not stop their fast past. They may be giving me a sense of false hope, and I refuse to risk my life based on that.

Skidding around a bend in the passageway I come to a dead stop as light beams in through a hole in the wall. Creeping towards it slowly, I shine my light behind me, checking to see if I'm being followed still. No one is there. Not a single sound or footprint is seen or heard except my own.

Foreboding wraps its ugly paws around my heart, squeezing it until I'm nearing a panic attack. Why did they push me towards this exit? What is beyond it? One step turns to two and three until I'm crouching down against the wall next to the opening. All I have to do is lean to my right and turn my head then I'll see what is waiting for me on the other side of this wall.

It's now or wait for those beasts to make a comeback.

You got this Ace! You're a wild redheaded spirit! You are not afraid of anything! I encourage myself, not wanting to chicken out.

My inner voice quivers, yelling back that I'm a weakling and need to hide until I'm rescued.

Straightening my spine, I follow through with my chanting of being brave. I shift my head to peer into the doorway.

A hand comes up to my mouth at what I see.

It's not possible! No fucking away is this possible!

Creatures standing on their hind legs stroll around as if this is an everyday occurrence.

Lycan's to be precise!

Did I bang my head hard enough to be in a coma? Am I dreaming this? There's no way these beasts are real?

Right?

I'm losing my mind!

There's no way there is an underground rainforest with mystical folklore right in front of me!

Dammit! Is this really happening to me? Can it be real? I mean, fuck are they drool-worthy. A buffet of sexiness is precisely what these smoldering beasts are.

It doesn't bother me, the fur, or different body shapes. I can clearly see the defined muscles as Lycan's to the right fight, training for something.

Dead center they are building what looks like makeshift houses. To the left is an underground hot spring with Lycan's in their fur and flesh. Steam flows down the rocks molding the wall down to the pool. The magnificent creatures lounge around, talking and...

It's a shock to my core when I notice pairs all around the room screwing or making love. The erotic scenes bring me to my knees as an electrifying current slices through my womb. A need builds to the bursting point in my pussy. One I've never felt before. Not even with my ex-boyfriend Luke.

It's amazing how my ears pick up the sounds of grunting, slapping, and howls of pleasure now that I've seen them. I never heard any of this until I knew they were there. How the hell is that possible? They are half a mile away, and it's as if I'm right there with them.

Tingles shoot up my spine as my eyes zero in on a female in the flesh form. Three males crowd around her, their hands snatching her body to their chests as mouths and cocks claim their rightful places.

Three?! How is she able to fit three enormous manhood's within her female holes? I've seen threesomes, but damn, theirs were not sizes of my forearms like these beasts monstrous cocks are!

All four work in a perfect rhythm to extract the maximum pleasure from each other. With a scream of pure and utter bliss, the female lets everyone within hearing distance know how skillfully her lovers please her.

Squeezing my thighs together to help keep my cream from flowing down my legs, I know I must escape unless I desire to become their next meal. It might not be that bad by the look on that females face, but I don't know how I would handle that many erections all at once.

These beasts may not frighten me while they are down there, but up here, I'm lamb chops!

With wobbly legs, each step backward is agony within my chest. There's an unknown force, yanking, demanding I go in the opposite direction. No way will I do that! It's a death sentence.

"Where do you think you're going, little mate? The scent of your nectar coating your thighs is driving my lycan insane with the need to claim you," a snarl vibrates my clit, pulsing it to the point of nearing an orgasm.

How can a voice draw me to the brink of madness?

"She stirs my burning appetite, Colton. What do you think, Alex? Do you desire for our little mate to bounce on your cock as I pound into your sweet little ass from beneath you?" Another male's seductive voice slithers across my flesh.

Hands grip ahold of my arms, yanking me back against a solid chest. Fur tickles my neck as a wet nose runs along my throat and shoulder.

There is no fight or flight instinct kicking in with the sound of their husky voices and touch of their flesh on mine.

"She deserves a spanking for being impure," a raspy sneer jolts my body. "How many males have you allowed to desecrate what is ours to own?" The beast holding me tightens his arms around my waist, claws digging into my flesh.

"Desecrate? What era do you all live in?" Not only are these males lycans, but they are mental as well! Pshh, who saves themselves at the age of twenty-three in the twenty-first century? No one I know that's for sure!

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 What do you think?

Do you think Ace is going to get that spanking?

How will the rest of the pack feel about her being human?