Page 13 of Feral Werewolves
I let out a series of high-pitched noises, still riding the twitches of my orgasm.
He rubbed his forehead into mine. The other wolf did it too. That wolf was a russet color.
The wolf licking my ass stopped and nudged me again, nudged me down onto my hands and knees.
I waited, thinking I’d be mounted now.
But he nudged me again, harder, so hard that I stumbledforward.
The wolves surveyed me, tongues hanging out, waiting.
I waited too.
And then, I didn’t know what drove me to it, but I pushed off like a sprinter and took off running.
They came after me, howling.
I felt it when I was tackled, and it hurt, but I liked it. Their claws were in me as they turned me onto my back. The russet wolf mounted me, slipping the hard hugeness of his reddened, swollen cock into my pussy.
The black and silver wolf started licking me, licking my pussy while the russet wolf fucked it, and the other wolf—he was gray—mounted my face and I gagged on his cock as he thrust into me.
They fucked me and licked me like that for a long time. It was bad—itshouldhave been bad—certain times I couldn’t breathe because of how deep the gray wolf was down my throat. The cock in my pussy was huge, and it battered me as he took me, and the tongue on my clit was the scrape of teeth as often as it was gentle.
But I came four times, like the orgasms were torn out of me. Each one was more intense than the last, and eventually, I felt the russet wolf coming inside me and then the push of his knot trying to inflate and lock himself in, but the black and silver wolf took him by the nape of the neck and yanked him off me.
I thought he was going to mount me next. He knelt between my spread thighs and licked my opening. Then he dipped down to lick my other opening, and I thought he was going to fuck me there.
But then he backed off. They all just settled on their haunches, and the black and silver wolf’s erection had actually flagged, and the russet wolf was licking the bulge of his knot, whining. The gray wolf licked my face, almost affectionately, a few times, before leaving off and curling up next to me.
I sat up, looking them over.
Now what?
They all surveyed me, and I remembered what Noah had said about how it was that there was a group that got you first and then there was another group who got the sloppy seconds. I stood up. “Is… are you done with me, then? Is it different wolves’ turns? Th-they said…”
The wolves just eyed me.
I pushed to my feet. I was covered in come, and a lot of it was dripping out of my pussy, and I could taste them on my tongue, but I didn’t feel sore or hurt, so that was something. I shrugged at them. “Okay, well, um, thanks, I guess. That was… I mean, it wasn’t nice, but it was… nice. It felt…” I felt stupid, but I gave them a little half-wave, and then I started to walk away.
I walked off, and then I looked back. They were still sitting there, all of them.
The gray wolf yipped at the black and silver wolf.
The black and silver wolf yipped back.
I halted, waiting.
And then the gray wolf sprang up, coming straight for me.
I cried out, and I started running again.
It was stupid.
He caught me right away, and he dug his claws into my hips and then he pressed his thick, fat huge wolf cock into my pussy.
I hadn’t been fucked by just one of them yet, hadn’t been able to have the sensation concentrated in just one place. It was overwhelming, not entirely pleasant, but there was lots of pleasure threaded through it, and the pleasure began to overtake all the other sensations.
He dug his claws into my hips, and that hurt, and I felt the pain, but then the pain began to pulse in a rising sensation, in service to my growing orgasm, which was building up like a storm gathering over the sea.
