Ravishing their Luna

One Twelve women planted themselves around the large fire pit in an elongated and wide circle. The young women stood, some ten feet apart, statue still. Clothed only in thin, white, silken gowns that clung to their skin, they perched themselves atop small raised square tiles. Nicolette stood as the 7th. Her body trembled slightly in the damp, cool, night air. She glanced to her left and right, the other women mirroring her own expression. They were all, each and every one of them, scared shitless. They'd been offered up, like lambs to the slaughter. The overwhelming urge to run grabbed at her violently, and she glanced about nervously, searching for a hidden escape. Trepidation and fear of the unknown rooted her in place. She could possibly make it out of the collaseaum, she reasoned, but the guards would find her, eventually. She had no idea what town she was in, let alone what direction to run for safety. She'd heard the stories, just as everyone had. They'd kill her and her family if she ran now. The funny thing was, she huffed aloud, she had no family. But, she couldn't lie to herself. She feared death as much as anyone would. She noticed the others glancing at her curiosly for her strange outburst. She reguarded each of the other ladies, in turn. They were all so strikingly beautiful. She observed so many pairs of exquisite eyes glancing about. Different shades of unmarred skin, varied tints, and textures of hair. They'd offered an assortment, she discerned... She didn't belong here, she thought, she couldn't possibly. She had played with the idea for days. But now, seeing the gorgeous females surrounding her, she knew. There must have been a mistake. She wasn't in this class of women. She was no one, nothing. She'd never seen a beautiful woman looking back at her in the mirror. Maybe that's exactly why they'd chosen her for this particular torment. She wasn't beautiful, she couldn't compare to the others. She began to panic. Oh God, she'd be the one they killed for sure. She felt lightheaded and almost doubled over with that realization. She had to be the ugly one. Her fate was decided. Four of the females cried, sobbing loudly, numbers 1, 2, 8 & 11. Niki glanced at them. Crying wouldn't help. She knew it. "Get your s**t together," she thought, aiming it at them as well as herself. She fisted her hands, trying to ease the muscle tremors racking through her, a fragile attempt to steele her nerves. The warewolves would arrive soon, judging their prey. Oh God, death was coming for her. She felt it in her bones. The strongest Alpha's and Beta's from far away warewolf clans came once every year to claim their offerings. Twelve, each year. The public had no knowledge of how many would be chosen, or killed, or left. If they didn't like the smell of her, she'd be killed instantly. If she was favored, she'd be wisked away to an unknown future. If they found her boring, lacking something, she didn't know what exactly, they'd simply leave her there. That was her goal; to be left to her solitary and very boring life. Niki closed her eyes, took a slow, steadying breath. She could do this. She could be invisible. There was no other option available. Rumors were that the pairs would take the females and use them as breeders. Female warewolves were rare, so they resorted to using humans as incubators for their spawn. If they failed to quicken within the first year, they'd be sent back into the human population. If they did become pregnant, no one heard from them again. Many theories about that had spread like wildfire among humans. The top one being, that the chosen females had become broodmares, producing as many werewolves as possible, then killed when they no longer served a purpose. The wolves were more animal than human. Don't look them in the eye, show no hostility, cower before them if you must, but never run. The guards' words echoed in her mind. She nodded her head. She could do that. She had to. There was no other option. She'd stand there, unmoving, they'd find her boring, unattractive, yet non-threatening. She'd be left to return home. She nodded her head. Yes, she could do this. Couldn't she? Doubt began to incroach. The gong bellowed, bouncing off the walls, each slam of the mallet resonating deep in her chest. Once, twice, three times, it sounded, reverberating throughout the great chamber signifying their arrival. The tall walls seemed to close in. She took quick, steadying breaths, tuning out the crying women. She could do this, her manta repeated in her mind. She could do this. Then she heard them. Her back abruptly stiffened, and she stood straight, all of her senses firing on high alert. Snarls and growls erupted from all directions. Low, long menacing sounds. Two women took off sprinting in different directions. Niki squeezed her eyes shut, afraid to watch. She heard blades swiping and the womens' foul screams, cut short. Small thuds, bodies dropping to the ground. She held her eyes closed, fighting the urge to watch what was happening. A low growl approached from behind her, then from the side a snarl. Crunching, slashing. The surreal sounds of bones breaking and skin slicing came from all directions. It sounded like the males were.. fighting one another? Her brows furrowed as she tried to decipher the various sounds around her. A female to her left shrieked, but Niki squeezed her eyes tighter. Don't look. Don't look. She startled as warm breaths coated her neck. Something or someone was inhaling her scent. Don't move. Don't move her consciousness screamed within. More growls errupted, and she could hear a few more females fleeing footsteps. Wines, then roars continued from different directions. Niki was holding her breath now, listening. It had grown quiet, but only for a moment. Then groaning, grunting, and wimpers came from in front of her. Then silence once again. She strained her ears, hearing nothing but the quietness. Slow, confident footsteps incroached on her position from two different directions, closing in on her. Panic gripped her.. Warm breaths fanned her neck, scenting her arms, her legs. She moved back instinctively as someone inhaled the air around her s*x. She heard a low wine, then two defeaning howls. Her hands shot to her ears instinctively, without her permission. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She knew they'd kill her at any moment. The howling lasted a few seconds, then stopped, and she stayed motionless. She felt warm tears streaming down her cheeks. Here it comes, she thought, as she braced herself for the swipe of a claw. Two large, warm, and rough hands slowly engulfed her own and tugged them gently from her ears. Nikki's eyes shot open, and her head tilted back. Realization hit her too late. She was already looking directly into two large, dark sapphire blue eyes. His pupils dilated, softening his stare as he moved her forearms to her side. He broke eye contact as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her cheek, gliding to her ear. "Mine!" He growled, vibrating the shell of her ear. She could smell his hair, fanning against her face, hot and masculine. He leaned back, staring at her, enthralling her. She was again lost in the deep sea that was his eyes. The man before her was definitely not what she'd imagined. He was far more handsome than any man she'd ever seen and far less hairy than she'd anticipated. Her head lulled as his large, rough thumb began to clear her tears. He was tall and muscular, yet lean. He was... He was beautiful. Tousled thick, black hair fell to his shoulders. He was clean shaven, only the shadow of a beard sprouting. She took a deep breath, his warm musk invading her lungs, drawing her closer, squeezing her deeper. From behind her right side, she felt a warm wet tonge lick from the base of her shoulder, up her neck, encompassing her ear. Warm breaths cooled the tongues' path. The man's eyes continued to hold her captive as goosebumps erupted down her spine. She couldn't see anything but him. She couldn't feel anything except the one behind her. Almost a foot taller, he stood before her, watching. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. The form behind her moved her hair, ever so gently, to the other side. She tilted her neck, giving him access, as he began to sniff below her left ear. A low groan vibrated against her neck. "Ours!" Her eyes fluttered. A euphoric haze immersed her senses. Large, unseen, arms snaked around her waist from behind, holding her firmly in place. The one she hadn't seen nipped and licked at her neck playfully. The male in front of her stayed still, watching her intensly, holding her gaze. The one behind her grinded himself against her, then roughly, perfectly, pulled her flush against his chest. He was almost hugging her, his right hand pressed against her sternum between her large breasts. She could feel his manhood pressing into her hips, his chest vibrating against her back, purring. Her body relaxed into him, and her head leaned back into the crook of his neck, hearing his growl of approval. The male in front kept watching, a small grin forming on his lips. She could hear, somewhere in the distance, a woman moaning, a man grunting, and skin slapping against skin. Nicolette began to turn head towards the sounds, but the man in front of her grabbed her chin, shaking his head no ever so slightly. She pressed herself against the bulge behind her. Her body felt warm and relaxed, almost floating. The male in front snarled, his full lip curling, as he abruptly picked her up, pulling her from the man behind, breaking her trance. He threw Nicolette over his shoulder, stealing her breath. The one she'd been taken from wined loudly. The man carrying her growled low in response. Someone held her right arm out straight, then a stinging, burning pinch errupted near her shoulder. A shot. Someone had given her a shot? Of what? She wondered. She wanted to feel nervous as she attempted to look at her own arm, but her vision blurred. She only felt disappointed the warm chest was gone, no longer pressed against her. White spots danced behind her eyelids as she quickly drifted into a deep slumber.