by Willow Wilde
But I wasn’t just a chunk of meat to them, not really. The clear hunger in their eyes was tempered with something else. Respect. They seriously wanted me to stay with them, long after this little “initiation” of theirs.
Rising up before them, I sauntered closer into the cool, collective gaze of their hungry eyes. “Well, if you’re going to mate me…there’s no better time than the present, is there, boys?”
They surrounded me in an instant, but held off just before taking the prize.
“Are you positive?” Marcus asked me. “We will only take you if you are sure…”
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. “Better warm up the engines, boys…there’s a lot of me to satisfy…’
* * * *
Marcus took the lead, pulling me to him in an animalistic kiss. His lips crashed against mine, and his tongue danced around my own in a small bout of feral passion. His hands found purchase along my wide cheeks, cradling my face against his own as our breathing grew heavy and rhythmic.
I felt two pairs of hands snake along my body, peeling at my dusty, ruined clothes. With his tongue in my mouth, I was too preoccupied to care as I heard the garments tearing. The shifters were impatient to free my curvaceous, plump body from its constraints; after a flurry of ripping fabric and grasping hands, I was stripped to my underwear between them.
Without a word shared, we all knew that wasn’t enough. Marcus kept my mouth occupied, pulling me tighter into his embrace as they discarded my bra and tugged my panties to my ankles. I could already feel his thick, rock-hard erection pressing up against my stomach, and as Marcus’ tongue flitted into my mouth again I grasped it in my hand and began to stroke the upper half.
The alpha of their pack let out a soft, satisfied growl at the touch of my fingers around his cock. His hands finding their way onto my shoulders, he pushed me down to my knees, and I eagerly obeyed. As I dropped, I allowed my lips to descend around the bulb of his engorged cock. Gently cradling his mighty balls in a cupped hand while I furiously stroked him with the other, I set about pleasing him with my mouth. My tongue teased the sensitive frenulum under the head of his shaft before sliding around his length. Pumping my lips up and down his girth, I felt his hands clasp around my head, forcing me to inhale him faster and push down harder. Luckily, my lack of gag reflex allowed me to accommodate him at the back of my throat, and he was soon hilting his generous length with my face. Clutching onto his hips, I felt his balls slapping against my chin with incredible fury as he dominated my lips.
The other two shifters wanted a piece of the action as well, and they came into view on either side with expectant, leering grins. Taking Denham and Zander’s own thick cocks into my hands, I gently squeezed their balls while tracing the veins up their throbbing shafts, finally gripping them in my fists. Able to please all three at once, I bobbed my rolling fists and tight lips down all three cocks at once, listening to the chorus of satisfied groans that pierced the nighttime air.
Marcus soon pulled free, pulling me back up to my feet and separated from the others. With incredible strength, his hands cupped under my cheeks and lifted me up against his chest, lowering my wet pussy against his thick, needful cock. I reached down to rub the head against my trembling slit, stimulating myself briefly before holding it in position. His hands lowered, and my lower lips began to part ways around the incredible, rock-hard erection, My pillowy thighs slid around the shifter’s waist, locking ankles into the crook in his lower back.
Our hips began to clash together as he supported me in mid-air, thrusting up into my quivering body. The other shifters stroked themselves and watched from either side as my body bounced against their alpha. My moans met his groans in a burst of bliss as we fell into a strong, steady flow of pounding hips.
Soon, I felt one of them press up against my ass. It was Denham, holding me still as his saliva-dripping cock pushed up against my hidden star. By being gentle but demanding, I felt the tip of his cock push into my ass before gradually letting him inch his way inside. Once he had closed most of the gap, the tempo resumed and I was soon bouncing between both rugged, sculpted shifters.
The passionate frenzy of incredible sex that assaulted my body was already threatening to push me over the edge. Denham’s hands slid up my curves until he was grasping my breasts firmly from behind, teasing my nipples with the graze of his fingers. My firm nubs practically puckered with pleasure as they tightened. Feeling both of them impaling me from either side sent shivers down my spine as the first climax slowly mounted, ready to completely eclipse my senses.
They picked up the pace, alternating their thrusts perfectly, and I felt my body go rigid. The wave of pleasure sent a burst of mind numbing blankness across my mind as I rode out the orgasm, and they continued to dominate my body. As I gasped out my fulfillment, my fingernails dug into their skin — one arm draped around Denham’s upper back while the other cradled Marcus’s neck.
After the orgasm was over, I was lowered to the ground. Marcus slid against the grass as I found myself sliding into a straddle over his hips, lining his cock up to hilt it in a single thrust. Denham took a crouch behind me, impaling my ass on his erection once more, and Zander finally joined the party with his bobbing cock pressing against my lips.
Eager to contain them all at once, I rocked back into the rhythm with the shifter boys sandwiching me as my lips sucked down Zander’s thick, slick dick. We threw ourselves into a passionate frenzy in the beauty of the luminescent flowers, casting a soft light that bathed our skin as we mated like animals.
Denham’s grasping hands engulfed my thick breasts again, rougher this time. He pinched my bulging nipples between his fingers as he squeezed, thrusting up into my ass all the while. I threw every ounce of my satisfaction into pleasing his brother in my throat, who was savagely shoving his cock as deep into my mouth as it would go. He’d pull me free for a moment, letting me gasp for air as the saliva trails dripped between my lips and his thick cock, before sheathing it inside my throat once more. His balls slapped against my chin as he dominated my face, and I let myself completely fall into submission between them.
A few minutes later, I was pulled down to the ground and rolled onto my side. Marcus was on his side facing me in a heartbeat, holding my shin parallel to the earth as he buried his cock inside my wet pussy once more. Denham was pressing against my back now, shoving his own glistening erection deep into my ass. Zander knelt beside us and lifted my head, thrusting himself back down my throat once more.
We swapped positions more frequently now. At one point, I was lifted back into the air and speared between Marcus and Denham, held aloft in their mighty hands as they lined either end up with their cocks and pummeled me into submission between them. Another time, Denham held me free for the other two, grasping me under the thighs with his cock sheathed up my ass as the others took turns fucking my soaked pussy. No matter what the configuration, they were determined to take me in every conceivable way until there was just nothing else for me to give.
When they said mated, they meant it. I had no idea how intense our lovemaking was going to be, but all the while my stamina never faltered.
The four of us fucked deep into the night, oblivious to the hours slowly gliding past like a rolling mist. I could barely keep up with them, almost routinely stiffening up as a brief succession of mind-blowing orgasms racked my body. Still, none of them had climaxed, and I wondered if they were ever going to release their seed into me.
It was when I was straddling Marcus again, back in the familiar configuration between them that I noticed their thrusting grow more erratic. After such a mindless marathon of cocks pummeling my aching, needful body, it seemed like all of them were going to burst their loads inside me at any given moment.
The climactic moment built up through several minutes of mounting, sensual tension as they dominated me together as a pack. I would have been enduring an endless moan, had my mouth not been controlled by a fulfilling cock jamming down in
to my throat. As my every pore seemed to burst and my pillowy breasts heaved with the force of our intensity, I finally felt one of them go rigid. It was Denham, shoving his cock as far into my ass as he could, clasping his arms around me from behind as he pumped rope after rope of his hot shifter cum into my bowels. As he slowly came down from his endorphin high, Zander clasped my lips at the base of his cock, practically kissing his thick balls, as he released his own hot, salty load across the back of my throat with a mighty roar of pleasure.
The spent shifters disentangled themselves from us as Marcus took over, clearly close to the edge himself. With only us left now, he threw me to the grass on my stomach, climbing on top of my and binding down my limbs with the sheer mass and weight of his own. His ankles drove mine further apart as he burrowed his thick werebear cock deep into my drenched chasm, commanding my pussy as he rode my ass towards completion. With his weight and broad form pinning me down beneath him, unable to budge in even the slightest, I succumbed to his dominance as he fucked me with a cock harder than steel.
The sensations built up in the back of my mind once more, growing higher and higher until they rose like a high wave — ready to inflict a new level of pleasure against my battered body. As the shifter’s intensity dialed up to maximum and his cock pounded me from above, I felt the wave crest, slamming a fresh stream of blinding multiple orgasms against my mind as my lungs heaved out a tremendous moan. Marcus himself couldn’t hold on any longer, and he too went stiff against me, his cock shoving as deep into my pussy as it possibly could. Already coated with layers of cum in my thirsty, overwhelmed orifices, my gasping body eagerly took in this last explosion of cum that pumped up into my womb.
Before I could recover, I was ripped onto my back and tugged forward. With exhausted surprise filling what was left of my mind, I barely recognized the two shifter cocks in front of me, furiously stroked by their owners, before they unleashed a fresh wave of hot shifter seed. The first splattered animalistically against my face and dripped from my chin, while the second shot across my breasts and rolled down my stomach.
They had marked me, inside and out. Now I truly was their mate.
Every once of stamina that had served me until now bottomed out, and I collapsed backwards into the grass. The shifters all curled up with me, nuzzling against my body as a pack.
“That was…so incredible…” I murmured in a haze.
“There is much more where that came from,” Marcus whispered in my ear. “You belong to us now, and we must be sure that you deliver us cubs…until you are clearly with child, we must ravage your body every night, all together as a pack…”
With a wide, satisfied smile creeping across my lips, I let sleep finally take me. The last thing I saw before I drifted towards my slumber was the light of the majestic, luminescent flowers as it bathed our surroundings in a stunning glow.
If I wasn’t already completely and irrevocably spent, the sheer beauty of it would have taken my breath away.
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Four Alphas Rescuing Me
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Four Alphas Rescuing Me
After spending my entire young life fighting my way out of northeastern Utah, life's cruel little ironies decided to send me right the hell back. Growing up in a little forest town had been soul-draining to a young, rebellious woman who had blared her alternate 90s rock on high – Soundgarden, Audioslave, and even Alice in Chains were mainstays of my frustration at my surroundings. You can imagine how a kid like me would struggle to claw her way out of Utah and as far away as she could go.
It didn’t help that I had always been curvy. The boys growing up around me had always overlooked me for the thinner, skinnier girls. I knew I could throw down with the best of them, but as I grew up neglected by male attention, dressing more and more like a slut for them…I realized the truth – they didn’t appreciate me. Even I barely appreciated me. I was twice the woman any of them were, but that didn’t convey well. I was eighteen before I lost my virginity, and the guy was drunk, making it less fulfilling than it was already doomed to be.
But life has a way of making you appreciate the things you thought you hated, and isn't afraid to batter you over the head with them if you don't get the hint. I had tried so hard to get out of that Utah town, working my skin to the bone for a major record label until they decided to branch out. Unfortunately, they needed a presence in the west, and Utah offered the best tax breaks...so, back off to Utah I was shipped.
It wasn't all awful though. I was still young, in my mid-twenties with something to prove. Shopping around online for an apartment, I happened across this gorgeous little home by the edge of the woods in a small forest town called Checker’s Grove. Doing the math, I realized that the mortgage would be about what I'd spend for a two bedroom apartment around there. After browsing all the pictures and the interior digital tour one last time (okay, a bunch of times), I started making phone calls. Combined with my high credit score and some first-time home buyer tax breaks, I was just able to scrap together enough money to throw a half-decent offer at the middle-aged couple who owned it.
I flew in to meet them and tour the actual home. After thirty minutes with them, they accepted my offer on the spot. If I’d known what I was getting myself into, I might have just said “screw it” and found another, lesser-paying job. But little woodsy towns have their secrets sometimes, and I was about to learn that the hard, unprotected way…
* * * *
After the difficult part – driving a moving truck halfway across the country without wanting to kill somebody – it only took me a miserable four-day weekend to get the house put together. A few towns over I had access to the Interstate, where I could hit the road and order the important stuff, like actual furniture. I was lucky enough to find some good deals late on a Thursday, ready to have them shipped out that Saturday morning.
Those first two nights were just a few books, an uncomfortable air mattress, and me; after the bed came in and I got everything assembled and in the right place, it was on to organizing the rest of my new home. The house was an older property — lots of beautiful crown molding, hardwood floors, the works. I wasn’t interested in going too gung-ho on the whole modernization front, so I intended to leave it pretty much as-is.
We like to keep it close to nature, the older couple had said. With the wood
s so close, and how old the house is…it’s something from an older era.
It did certainly seem that way, although I had no idea what they really meant by “close to nature.”
Taking a break for a short while, I sat in a patio chair on the back deck and gazed off into the woods. My personal little paradise came with a thick patch of woods that stretched along the edge of the neighborhood. In the distance loomed one of several mountains, and I wondered if I would ever dare to make my way towards it.
Sipping from my drink and reading a good romance novel, I didn't notice my exhaustion creep up on me. It slowly tugged at my eyelids until I droopily plunked the book on the glass-top end table beside me. The cool air was just warm enough to be comfortable, with the lightest tickle of a breeze, and I soon found myself drifting off to a new paradise.
* * * *
When I woke up, the sun was already setting, casting a beautiful glimmer across the descending night sky. Stifling a yawn as I let myself back inside, I thought back to my dream, or the very little of it that I could remember. It was just one picture...opening my eyes to see four wickedly handsome faces grinning down at me. The wild, topless men were muscular, with broad shoulders and varying degrees of thick facial hair – primarily rugged beards. It had felt so real that I swore I had woken up halfway through, but I hadn't felt alarmed or petrified – instead, my mind was pleasantly at ease.