Page 15 of Feral Werewolves
In moments, I was pinned between their muscular chests, as they fucked me from the front and the back.
The russet wolf nosed in to lick me several times, but then he loped around behind the gray and silver wolf, mounted him, and plunged into the black and silver wolf’s ass. They both howled.
Then everything just got more intense.
It went on for a very, very long time.
I came, and then I came again, and then I came oncemore, and the orgasms were so intense that I felt occasionally as if I was blacking out, that I couldn’t handle the pleasure and would lose little moments of time to the intensity of it.
I felt the black and silver wolf come inside me, and I felt his knot began to swell. He urged it into me, though, not stopping himself, and it inflated and tied us together.
The other wolves yipped at him when they realized what he’d done, as if they disapproved. The black and silver wolf didn’t look as if he cared. He looked damned proud of himself. He bent down, folding himself in half, and licked us where we were joined, licked and licked and—
The other wolves exchanged places.
I took the russet wolf in my ass and the gray wolf fucked the black and silver wolf, who seemed to like it if I petted his fur and the back of his neck and his head as he was getting slammed into from behind. He licked me, long lines up the side of my neck and even over my face, and I liked it.
I liked the way his knot felt in me, nice and secure and good. I liked coming around it, because that happened several times as the russet wolf had his way with my ass.
Eventually, everything stopped, though, and no one was fucking me.
Instead, I lay on my back on the ground, the moon beaming down on us, with my legs spread and the black and silver wolf knotted deep inside my pussy, and they all licked me there. The black and sliver wolf licked us where we were joined and the other wolves did too, licked my pussy, licked the base of the other wolf’s cock, licked and licked and licked.
And I came some more, and these orgasms were sweeter, reddish warm and soft and lovely.
When the black and silver wolf’s knot receded, they curled up around me, me in the center of their warm and soft fur, and I fell asleep.
They slept too.
6
lazarus
I WOKE JUSTbefore sunrise as I always did, and I woke the others as I stretched and extricated myself from the little ball we’d curled up into.
The tithe in the middle woke too.
She was pretty, I realized, more pretty than I’d noticed at the height of the moon’s pull, when she’d just looked like a collection of fuckable holes to me, maybe with some enticing curves put in there, too, things to hold onto, to press against.
She was young, but they were always young, and she had big, expressive brown eyes. Her hair was a little bit wavy, shoulder-length, and it was all a mess from the way we’d had our way with her.
Her breasts were high and firm with tiny pink tips. Her thighs were pleasingly thick. She had a soft protrusion of a belly, an ample backside. She was a very beautiful naked woman, and I’d had my cock in all of her holes last night, and I could feel it swelling again.
But I yipped at Kestrel, and he barked in agreement.
You couldn’t communicate exactly when you were shifted, and you weren’t entirely in control of yourself. It wasn’t like control when you were in human form, where you felt as if you had the capacity for endless decisions. In wolf form, there were simply less decisions you could make.
You could decide to take control of yourself and stopyourself from doing something instinctive that you wanted to do, usually something violent or inappropriate. But you had a finite amount of times that you could stop yourself before you didn’t have any will left to stop yourself and the wolf swallowed you up.
So, you learned how to give in strategically to save your ability to take control for the important things.
If you didn’t, if you fought it too hard, you simply ended up with it taking you over, and then you usually killed something. It was horrifying watching your body do something like that and having no way to stop yourself. I had nightmares about it at least twice a week, and I’d wake up from those dreams of the sight and smell of blood and torn flesh feeling horrified and disgusted and so, so afraid.
Of myself.
Fearing your own self, it’s…
Well, it’s common amongst us werewolves, I’m afraid.
