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The Erotic Misadventures of Sam Uley

THE EROTIC MISADVENTURES OF SAM ULEY

EPISODE 1 – LEAH PHASED.

It did not take long for the Wampus Cats to hear about it. Before she was a member of the pack, Leah had been friends with more than a few of them. Those weeks when I was alone in the forest, struggling to return to human form, Leah had fallen into a bad crowd. It was funny though how things connected. I was the first Quileute to transform into a wolf in generations, and Leah befriended one of the earliest enemies of the tribe. The Wampus Cats. Where the packs have always been men up until Leah, the Wampus Cats were all women. And they had been one of my earliest problems. Not long after I had escaped from Didyme, I ran into them. Like they had all been expecting me. And now they had returned to the village, like they were expecting Leah.

Just like the Cold Woman in our legends, they emerged from the forest and began trashing the place. They did not kill anyone but they were destroying everything in their path. They tore down the sheds and broke inside trailers, stealing food and alcohol and clothes and old jewelry, things they can sell. Things they could keep for themselves.

I was still learning to control my pack. And I did not want the Wampus Cats mentioning my . . . history . . . with them. So it was just me and Leah that intercepted them at La Push.

Just as I expected, and suspected, their Alpha was there.

Lizzy Gillman.

The last time I tangled with her, she led a pride of seven.

They were twice that number now.

Suddenly they were all around us.

I had hardly lunged at Lizzy when I felt paws around my tail, yanking me back.

I whirled around, furious even as my wolfhood slid out of its sheath, but they were on me, grasping my forelegs and hind legs, wrapping their arms around my neck and ribs, dragging me down. And then I distinctly felt the arms of one Wampus Cat around my chest, tucking under my forelegs, lifting my upper half up, and then another pair of arms clasping my hind legs at the thighs. Between these two giggling Wampus Cats, I could only squirm and kick around.

It was exactly what they were counting on.

As I kicked, I thrust my erect wolfhood up, and right into the mouth of the Wampus Cat holding my hind legs. I let out a whimper and a whine, but it was too late. Her lips had clamped shut around my shaft and her head was pumping me, up and down, until I released my essence.

Suddenly I was no longer a wolf. Suddenly I was very human and very naked in their arms.

Now the Wampus Cats were laughing as they gathered around me, watching me struggle.

I thought they were going to carry me back to their lair, hold me hostage, but instead they remained where they had captured me. The one holding my legs was sucking me harder and harder. The one holding my arms was licking my neck. Then another Wampus Cat pushed herself under the one sucking my manhood and began nibbling and licking my balls.

I must have exploded three or four more times when I heard one of them scream, "Here comes Leah! Run, girls! Run!"

In their fright, the two holding my arms and legs threw me up in the air—and into the arms of Leah Clearwater.

She caught me easily, and was holding me like a bride.

"You okay, Sam?" Leah sneered at me. When I tried to get out of her grip, she tightened her hold on me. "Oh, no, you don't. This time everyone gets to see exactly who keeps getting you out of these sticky situations."