Page 40 of Feral Werewolves
Anyway, then, we all fucked her. Paladin in her pussy, and Lazarus in her ass, and me jammed between her sweetlips.
I was so busy enjoying getting what was probably the best blow job of my life, I didn’t pay any attention to when the other guys came. So, it was only when I was done spurting down that little throat of hers and had the chance to come back to myself a little and recover that I realized they’d both fucking knotted her.
She didn’t seem to mind. The knots felt good to her, apparently, and I watched her giggle and bounce around, tugging against their locked-in cocks, and give herself two orgasms, one right after the other.
I climbed off the couch to help her get a third one. I licked her all over, licked the places where they were knotted into her, and then licked her clit a lot.
In the wake of that orgasm, she seemed sleepy, yawning a lot.
Paladin’s and Lazarus’s knots went down and they extricated themselves from her. We took her to the room on the back of the house where we messed around all together, the three of us, the sun room. We had found several futon mattresses and hauled them back to the house. We had laid them out there, with a bunch of pillows and cushions, too, to make a big enough bed for all of us to lie comfortably on. She wasn’t that big. She fit, too.
We pressed her between us. She put her face against my chest, her breasts into my belly. She tangled her legs up with Paladin, who lay behind her, and Lazarus was on the other side of Paladin.
We slept.
11
lazarus
WAKING UP AFTERa shift often felt like waking up after a bad night of drinking. You could remember the things that happened, but they often felt fuzzy or strange, or like the person who did them was you, but somehow not you. You would remember things you did with a horrific, I-did-notfeeling.
This morning, waking up out here in the sun room, with all three of them, it was a particularly strange morning.
If they’d all been asleep, I would have gotten up and gone off on my own, but she was awake.
She was sitting up and stretching, and her breasts were the most perfect breasts in the history of all existence, and I stared at the way they changed shape as she stretched, mesmerized, and I was hard.
It was morning, so I might have just been hard because of that.
“Hey,” she said with a little grin.
“Hey,” I said, my gaze popping back down to look at her breasts again.
She giggled.
“Uh…” I shook my head at her. “You should not be here.”
“Oh, if we’re going to do that, can there be coffee?” She furrowed her brow. “There is coffee out here, right?”
“Rations,” I said. “Sometimes there’s a shipment that gets smuggled up here by werewolves who travel down south out of the country. We do okay on coffee.”
“Right, well, first coffee, then berate me.”
I sighed. “I wasn’t going to berate you.”
She scampered up and out of the pile of cushions and pillows we’d been lying on.
I took in her body as she walked past me, her small waist and swelling, round hips. I liked that there was some heft to her thighs, liked it a lot. God, she was beautiful.
She walked out of the room.
I got up and followed her.
“So, kitchen is this way?” she said.
I pressed her back into the wall of the hallway, pressed my hard cock into her bare skin, traced my fingers over her bare shoulder.
She looked up at me, lips parted, sighing. “Hi, Lazarus.” She held those lips up for a kiss.
