by Willow Wilde
I don’t know if it was the arousal from being sexually liberated by all these shifters at once, or if I was always just naturally amazing at sex, but I was able to take all the abuse and beg for more. With Pazlo pummeling my pussy from beneath, Vadim fucking my ass into submission, and Oppan controlling my throat around his shaft, I should have been completely drained of stamina and an absolute wreck.
But I was able to keep up with them all, slamming my hips against their own and relaxing my throat for Oppan’s needy thrusts. I had already pleased one of them, and I had another to fulfill – I was eager and impatient to drain them all of their shifter cum.
Pazlo, surprisingly, came to completion first. His thrusting up into my hips from below became frantic all of a sudden, as he clenched deeper into my hips. Furiously assaulting my wet pussy with his rock-hard penetration, he finally gripped onto my body as I slammed my hips down hard, feeling him completely stiffen beneath me. I felt the warmth of his seed, bursting up into my body as he spasmed his pleasure out in spurts of creamy heat.
Vadim, his cock still buried in my ass, pulled me up off of Pazlo so that he could disentangle himself. Oppan took the opportunity to shove his cock into my pussy, and gratefully knelt before me and brought my soaked, dripping lower lips down around his cock. Held on the ground between both, I clutched onto Pazlo’s shoulders as he thrust deep inside. My feet on the ground, I rocked my hips backwards against Vadim, letting him fuck my one last hole that was clean of cum.
But I knew he couldn’t last much longer. Fucking my ass hard, he soon ensnared me in his arms, clenching onto my body as he released his own creamy, hot gift deep into my bowels. He remained clutched to my body for the duration of his orgasm, before finally relinquishing his iron grip and pulling his limp cock free of my asshole.
Pazlo held me down and fucked me hard, laying me onto my back as he pounded me. I gripped onto his body as I submitted entirely, but then I felt a familiar cock push against my lips.
It was Peter, ready to resume his place inside me.
Without a second’s thought, I parted my lips around his cock and bobbed enthusiastically around the shaft. While his final shifter fucked me hard, growing closer to his climax, Peter held my hair back as I sucked down his cock in preparation for him mounting me again.
Pazlo went rigid, releasing his seed to mix with the others that dripped from my opening, and quickly moved out of the way. Peter, finally free to take me as he pleased, pulled his cock from my quivering lips and flipped me onto my stomach, shoving his shifter dick deep into my hole.
“Oh god,” I burst from my mouth, “I’m so ready for this…”
“Good,” he chuckled in my ear as he mounted me from above, his limbs pinning mine down to the ground. Using them to bind me in place, he held me down and fucked me into complete, undying submission.
I came close to screaming my lust and pleasure out for anyone to hear. My body was bursting with satisfaction, and I wanted to release all manner of inhuman sounds of intense ecstasy from my chest. But I restrained myself instead; barely holding back the need to do so, I felt him powerfully fuck my pussy with his incredible shifter cock, making me his own.
As his movements grew more frantic, his cock thrusting deeper inside me, I felt my orgasm finally build to an oncoming crescendo. It wasn’t going to be long now...
“Monica,” he snarled during thrusts, “you are my mate, as every member of my pack has had you now…you are mine from here on, having fulfilled your duties…you’ll be the…queen of my pack…my fated mate…you truly want this…?”
“Fuck,” I took the opportunity to blurt out, “...Yes. Yes, Peter, just don’t stop...”
I was afraid he might, that he might climax then and there. But instead he clamped his fingers into my skin harder, pulling my head back slightly, his hips ramming mine faster now, harder, and I felt the building climax fill my mind and focus on my cunt as I began to ride out another several phenomenal orgasms...
They came one right after another, and I struggled to maintain any semblance of composure. I could hear a long, lustful groaning, varying in intensity.
Oh fuck, that’s me! I realized.
Peter’s movements maintained their frantic pace until he finally went rigid, slamming into me one last time. His cock dug just barely deeper than before, and I felt his warm, creamy seed pump into me, rope after rope of it coating my innermost walls. After several pulsing, heart-pounding seconds of climax, he slumped next to me, and we held each other with deep breaths and heavy lungs.
“Given all that has been taken from us, Monica,” Peter began, “I believe it is time that our respective families found solace in each other. You are my mate…and you will be my bride and queen,” he told me in no uncertain terms.
“Of course,” I murmured softly, hearing the other shifters quietly answer their allegiance to me.
In that moment, I knew that I was his, and that the life I had led until now was but a fragment going forward. I thought lovingly on my parents for a moment, wondering what they would think of this, and what I should do about my possessions – the house, the vehicles, and my things.
But as I nestled up beside Peter Blackwood, the importance of those material possessions faded away, and I allowed myself to nod to sleep against the crook of his chest.
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Typical, I thought to myself, turning the ignition in my car one last time for luck. No dice. The engine was as dead as anything, and it wasn’t going to start up anytime soon.
Well…what the fuck do I do now?
It was actually a good question.
Winding up with a dead engine kind of sucks. Adding in “in the middle of the night” and “in the woods” to the mixture is a pretty bad combination altogether. As I climbed out of my truck and slammed the door shut, I kicked the tire and lost my shit into the air for a moment.
“GRAGASGHGHGH!”
It didn’t make me feel any better, and I knew it. Fuming with anger, I bemoaned my sad fate as I sank against the truck, my ass sliding down to the dirt trail as I held my head in my hands.
Coming this way had been a disaster, but with the last-second emergency that had clogged up the Interstate, I had been sort of lost on the options front. Stuc
k in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I’d had bitterly consulted my tiny, pocket-sized god – my iPhone, Steve.
It’s unoriginal, I know. Sue me.
Anyway, Steve’s bright little screen had directed my attention to another route, running through a few backwoods towns and looping back to the Interstate. It also informed me that whatever holdup was going on with the highway extended until almost the spot where I’d hop back on my way, and adjusted my arrival time home from “an hour” to “three hours”.
The decision wasn’t that hard to make.
As soon as the exit lane was within reach, I peeled off and headed towards victory. Only…my signal dropped down to nothing one town in, and I found myself surrounded by a bunch of closed businesses and literally nobody out and about at this hour. So, biding my time, I’d driven on, remembering the route anyway. It was basically a straight shot for the majority of it, anyway.
But I didn’t count on the route taking me off down the woods. Dark and foreboding, I wasn’t sure that I was willing to spend much of my time along the trail…but it was too dark to go any faster than a general crawl of twenty-five to thirty miles per hour (compared to my ninety down the Interstate), and that was that. Twenty minutes into it, I’d experienced my dead engine, and there’s where I found myself at the end of it...miserable and alone.
Or, so I thought.
~
I was still trying to assess things half an hour later, fiddling with a flashlight in my truck, when I heard the growl. It sounded like it was coming from right outside the vehicle, and I instantly began to panic. Waving the end of the torch around, I scrutinized everything within viewable distance – deep into the trees, or right outside. Nothing appeared on my visual radar, and I began to calm down.
As I turned back to my driver’s side, I jumped and screamed. A tall, handsome man was standing at the window, shirtless and gazing at me.
“Whoa! Get the fuck out of here!” I screamed, thrusting the beam in his direction. He immediately covered his eyes and took a few steps back.
“Whoa, hold on, calm down!” He called out, struggling to see. “Sorry about scaring you! I was coming to find out if you needed help!”
“Yeah right!” I grumbled loudly. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you need to get out of here. I’m fine! I’ve just…stopped for a minute!” I made sure to hold the beam in his face as I cowered backward across the seats.
“Listen, lady,” he told me sternly, relaxing his posture slightly and holding his hand over his eyes, “you’ve been out here for coming up on an hour. This really isn’t a safe part of the woods. There are wild things out here. Come on, I’ve got a place not far from here.”
“I’m not going fucking anywhere with you. You scared the shit out of me! It’s the middle of the night! I’ll take my chances out–”
As if on cue, the growl was back. But this time, it sounded like it was right outside the truck. And it was loud.
I gazed at the stranger, who was looking over my shoulder with a terrified gaze in his eyes.
“Don’t…turn…around…” he told me through the glass. “If you turn around, that thing’s going to attack, and as soon as it gets through the glass…come towards me.” He waved his hands inwardly, keeping his eyes glued over my shoulder.
He could have been lying, but the sound – and the look in his eyes – told me to believe him. As the growl slowly emanated again, I kept my eyes glued to him, slowly creeping his way.
“That’s right…easy does it…just come towards me…” he murmured confidently. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”
I stopped at the door. “What now?” I whispered.
“Slowly, carefully, climb out,” he answered. “But do not look back.”
“Are you out of your GODDAMN MIND?” I hissed violently. “I am NOT climbing out of this truck with something like that outside!”
“Look, lady, you’re going to have to trust me…you’ll be safe with me, I promise. But I need you to climb out, stay beside me, and don’t. Look. Back.”
This entire scenario terrified me, but I did as he requested. Quietly, I popped the door open, climbing out to stand beside him, and closed the door behind myself. “Now what?”
“We need to go. Now. Take my hand.”
Hesitating, I finally put my hand in his, and we bolted from the truck into the trees. I stumbled around the bushes and underbrush as he effortlessly glided in front, pulling me through the darkness. I heard howling from behind, snarling, and unnatural footsteps, crashing through the foliage on our trail.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out as we ran. “What the shit is going on?”
“I’ll tell you when we’re safe!” The stranger told me, and we continued running. Cross-country had never quite been my strong suit, and by the time the house came into view, there was a tremendous stitch in my side. We clamored towards the steps and threw open the front door, and he bolted it shut behind us and flicked on the lights.
Whatever the animal was, I heard it bang against the door, scratching at the doorknob and generally losing its shit. After a few moments of silence, there was some dampening thumping as it wandered down the steps and, by the sounds of it, off into the night.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked.
“Did you see it?” He demanded, pulling close. “Did you turn to look at it?”
“No!”
His gaze locked onto mine, his eyes searching my own. “I…believe you. Good. That means you’re safe.”
“Safe from what? What the fuck was that thing?”
He smiled softly, which was odd, given the circumstances. “It was a werewolf.”
~
The stranger poured me a cup of coffee several minutes later, and I took the warm mug from his hands and gazed around the house. It was an old building. Looked as if it had been constructed in the 30s, maybe the 40s. Sparse décor lined the walls, with simple furniture around – a matching, old couch and loveseat in the living room, one of those huge projector box TVs dominating the living room wall near them, with minimal upholstery around. The dining room table looked handcrafted, and so did the chairs for that matter. A staircase along the back of the living room told me that the bedrooms were mostly on a second floor.
“A werewolf,” I finally repeated, taking my first sip.
“That’s right,” the stranger smiled. “Name’s Randall, by the way. The other two’ll be back soon – Rionn and Rosco are those lot. We’re brothers, sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Bit of a pack mentality, you might call it. But anyway, who are you, trapped out in the woods this late at night?”
“My name’s Chloe,” I answered. “I was traveling back home after driving out to spend the week with some friends.”
“Oh yeah? You enjoy yourself?”
“Until I decided to skip the Interstate traffic and took a shortcut,” I chuckled briefly. “So. A werewolf.”
“You’re kind of stuck on the werewolf thing, aren’t you?” He smiled softly.
Under the light, I could properly study my mysterious savior. The guy had broad, strong shoulders and an incredible set of abdominals. His arms were thick, sculpted pieces of art, and his chiseled face had a thick scruff of beard that matched the thick, dark auburn hair across his scalp. Most intimidating, however, were his piercing green eyes.
That, and the fact that he was still in nothing but jeans.
“I can put a shirt on,” he slyly grinned, tilting his head.
Fuck, he noticed that. “No, that’s fine. I mean. Whatever you’re comfortable with. What were you doing out there, anyway? In just jeans? You prowl the woods at night, running barefoot often?”
“Bit of a night owl,” Randall chuckled. “Like to go for walks at night, long walks through the woods. Helps me…clear my head.”
“At night? How do you see anything?
“These bright eyes are good for that,” he mentioned, poking a fingertip just under one of his temples. “Somethin
g about this color, I guess. I see plenty well in the dark.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but heard the door banging as the sound of hooping, hollering men burst into the room, soon followed by the men themselves. They looked slightly younger than Randall, but clearly similar to him. They even shared his fantastic physique and piercing green eyes.
“Randall, you should’ve seen it, we saw–”
The men went silent at the sight of me. I turned with my cup of coffee, staring at them.