Trial by Endurance

By Annie Oakfield

If you go down to the woods today . . .

City girl, Nadia St. John’s world is turned upside down when she learns the exclusive country club she works at is home to a politically-charged pack of wolf-shifters, led by her uncle.

Assailed by deadly premonitions of a grim future—which she alone has the power to change—the clock is ticking to prevent approaching tragedy and destruction which throws the future of the pack into serious doubt.

With the Sammenføjning ceremony quickly approaching, Nadia must hide her recently-discovered pregnancy or risk the safety of her forbidden lover, Jamie.

But will he have the strength to compete with the older shifters so he can earn a place at her side during the public ceremony? If he cannot, she will be mated to the three strongest shifters instead, forbidden from ever seeing Jamie again.

Reader Advisory: A Paranormal Romantic Suspense story describing women who surrender themselves to handsome, muscular shifters. Contains nudity.

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/F and mild F/F encounters. (Polyamory). 33,500 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jul 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005530235

Annie Oakfield

Annie Oakfield is a keen writer and has been penning naughty stories since the ‘old days.’ Most of her stories were simply erotic fantasies that she shared with only a few close, friends. But with time and years of life experience, Annie now writes stories inspired by her real-life experiences, and drawn from her fantasies.Annie grew up reading fantasy and science fiction and has applied her love of these genres to a new series of erotic short stories.Annie enjoys partying with her friends into the early hours, but she is just as content to relax with a nice hot bath.

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TRIAL BY ENDURANCE

The Wolves of New Hampshire, Book Six

Annie Oakfield

If you go down to the woods today . . .

City girl, Nadia St. John’s world is turned upside down when she learns the exclusive country club she works at is home to a politically-charged pack of wolf-shifters, led by her uncle.

Assailed by deadly premonitions of a grim future—which she alone has the power to change—the clock is ticking to prevent approaching tragedy and destruction which throws the future of the pack into serious doubt.

With the Sammenføjning ceremony quickly approaching, Nadia must hide her recently-discovered pregnancy or risk the safety of her forbidden lover, Jamie.

But will he have the strength to compete with the older shifters so he can earn a place at her side during the public ceremony? If he cannot, she will be mated to the three strongest shifters instead, forbidden from ever seeing Jamie again.

Reader Advisory: A Paranormal Romantic Suspense story describing women who surrender themselves to handsome, muscular shifters. Contains nudity.

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/F and mild F/F encounters. (Polyamory). 33,500 words.

TRIAL BY ENDURANCE

The (final) Wolves of New Hampshire,

Book Six

ANNIE OAKFIELD

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TRIAL BY ENDURANCE

The Wolves of New Hampshire, Book Six

Copyright © JUNE 2021 ANNIE OAKFIELD

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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No part of this literary work may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER ONE

My dreams made no sense, but I was trapped within them, unable to influence their course. It was as if I were watching the actions of somebody else, but the sensations were entirely mine.

I knelt on the mound, naked as always, and with an audience of thousands. Four shifters stood behind me, their faces indistinct. The first had already begun the mating, holding me by the waist as he thrust into me. I couldn’t stop him, move away, or protest. All I could do was endure what I guessed was a memory, something my mother, grandmother, or somebody before her had lived through.

The first shifter groaned; his thrusting became faster and harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed from the surrounding forest. His heat spilled into me, a gift from the pack’s champion, their assurance of the next generation.

But as he withdrew, my belly swelled, growing massively until I could bear it no longer. I pushed hard, forcing out whatever had grown inside me, and it took the only route it could—out of my womb, along my recently-penetrated passage, and into the open.

Thank you, my queen. The shifter cradled the bloodied babe in his arms and backed away, leaving me ready for the second mating.

This isn’t right! I cried silently, but nobody heard me. It’s not possible! But the second shifter was already sliding into me, filling my miraculously-recovered passage with hot, hard flesh. I cried out as his body hammered against mine; my buttocks shook, my breasts swung wildly, and the breath was squeezed from my body. Liquid heat filled me, trigging a series of unbearable muscle spasms, and he groaned, briefly folding along my back as his climax left him trembling.

And when he withdrew, my belly expanded like a balloon, stretching my skin and pressing against my organs. I wailed, bearing down until the insistent swelling moved, squeezing it along my passage until it burst into the open air.

Thank you, my queen. The second shifter carried the fresh bundle away, and the third champion approached.

Please . . . I can’t stand this anymore. It’s not supposed to happen this way. But he slid into me, pushing deep until I groaned from the pressure of his cock-head. Babies don’t grow like that. They take months to form, not seconds.

But the champion’s seed made me swell painfully, and I squeezed out my third child in a minute, wailing and trembling with the effort.

Please . . . no more . . . I can’t . . . But one more shifter remained. Unlike the others, he walked around and dropped to his knees in front of me. When his finger lifted my chin, I whimpered, but soft lips met mine and a deep kiss followed.

I love you, Nadia.

Jamie?

I want you to have my children.

Yes, Jamie.

Hundreds of them, Nadia.

Hundreds?

We can start now, if you like.

No, no more, please! Yes, please, my mouth said. No, I can’t! I’d have a thousand children for you. Are you insane? Shut up! He kissed me once more and rose to his feet, walking around until he was behind me. I tried to shake my head, but my muscles wouldn’t respond. I could only kneel on the grass, facing my audience as Jamie took me from behind, starting slow, but quickly building up to a series of eager thrusts.

Jamie . . . Jamie . . . I managed, but he continued in silence, fucking me hard until his semen squirted deep into my body. The swelling started immediately, stretching and filling me with my fourth child, which I pushed out of my body even before Jamie withdrew.

Finally, it’s over. But the swelling started again, growing another child inside me until I couldn’t stand the pressure any longer. I forced it out, crying and screaming with relief as it fell out, but another one started to grow within seconds.

Make it stop, please make it stop . . .

Thank you, Nadia, Jamie said from behind me. We’ll make a thousand babies together and start our own pack.

I can’t, Jamie. I can’t do this. It’s not possible.

Thousands, he repeated.

No, you have to—

~

Make it stop! I screamed. I sat upright in my bed, a tangled and sweating mess.

Nadia, it’s okay, a woman insisted.

You’re having a nightmare, a man added.

Please, I wailed. I don’t want to do it anymore.

Hush. My head was laid against a soft chest and somebody stroked my hair. Hush, Nadia. You’re safe now.

They forced me to have babies, I complained.

It wasn’t real, she whispered. No babies, not here.

Except one. I slid a hand across my stomach. The one I already have.

Nobody forced ye, Nadia . . . did they? The man sounded doubtful—and angry.

No. I sighed. I did that by accident. I hadn’t planned to get pregnant. I’d been taking contraceptive pills, hadn’t I? Except I hadn’t been taking them long enough. I’d been too desperate to fuck Jamie to wait for them to take effect.

Nadia, he said slowly, and I realized it was Uncle Sean. Think carefully. Were ye having a dream or a premonition?

I frowned. Everything was wrong and impossible. No way it could have happened for real. I glanced up at him from Laura’s chest. Definitely a nightmare. Wait, why are you here? I asked her.

She’s been here since she carried you back to the house, Sean explained.

Someone had to keep an eye on you, Laura added, stroking my hair.

You can let go now, I said, lifting my head from her chest.

As long as you’re okay. She stood up—reluctantly, I guessed.

You don’t need to cuddle me all night.

All morning, Sean corrected. It’s four o’clock.

Sorry I woke you guys.

You can’t help having bad dreams, honey. Laura moved back to allow Sean to fix the bed covers, and then she sank into a bedside chair.

You’re staying? Laura had imposed herself on me several times, including in the shower. I wasn’t comfortable with her being so close.

She shrugged. In case you have any more nightmares.

I’ll be okay. The worst is over.

She raised an eyebrow. You’re sure about that?

No, I confessed. But I hope they’re finished.

Probably all the worries about the baby playing on your mind, Sean mused.

Yeah, there were a lot of babies in that nightmare.

Try to think about something else before you sleep, he suggested. Something . . . peaceful.

Not death, destruction, or procreation?

Yeah. He stroked his chin. Try to avoid those.

Procreation can help to make you sleepy, Laura suggested.

No way I’m letting that wee bastard in here, Sean spat.

No, there doesn’t have to be a man involved at all. When she winked, Sean’s mouth formed an O.

Please don’t leave, I begged him. I’d feel more comfortable if you were . . . both here.

No, I think you girls have something you want to talk about, and it doesn’t involve me.

I don’t want to be alone with her! She tried to—

I wasn’t going to touch her, Laura insisted.

Good, I said with genuine relief.

I was going to suggest she should masturbate herself to sleep.

Oh, dear god. Sean rolled his eyes. I really should be going. He headed for the door and left the room.

I thought that would get rid of him. Laura grinned at me. Now, go to sleep, or I’ll climb in there with you. She leaned back in the chair with her fingers laced.

You’ll keep your hands to yourself?

Unless you beg me to do otherwise, yes. I promise.

Thanks. I lay back and closed my eyes, ears alert for any sign of movement from her.

One question, though?

Uh-huh?

Was your dream about sex?

It was about babies, and you remember how they’re made, don’t you?

We both do, Nadia.

Good. Now shut up and let me sleep.

CHAPTER TWO

I didn’t have any more nightmares for the simple reason I couldn’t sleep. For half an hour I tossed and turned, convinced that every sound was Laura creeping over to the bed in order to touch me.

In the end, I gave up and asked her to join me under the covers, which she was very happy to accept. With her spooning against my back, I finally relaxed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep, from which I woke five hours later, fully refreshed. I wasn’t surprised to find Laura’s arm around me, her hand on my belly.