Allie could never have imagined such pleasantries between sexual rivals. She was relieved that they'd resolved the situation in the manner that they had. She gazed eagerly at Victor's engorged instrument of creation and allowed her mind to entertain all manner of depravity as he positioned himself behind her arched backside. Lava like heat coursed from the cradle of her primal mind to the darkest depths of her femininity.
The wetness that flooded her core was her body's desperate attempt to ready her for the moment she'd always wanted, more than any other. Still, she did harbor fears. Whether they were from fear, ignorance or both they were still present.
Sensing it, Victor leaned in towards her and asked in a reassuring tone, "You know that we would never harm you, don't you, Allie?"
Something about the way he said it made her feel very much at ease. It was beyond a mere rationalization of the lust she had. It was more - much more. It seemed as if his animal spirit was communicating to hers. There was nothing to fear or regret in her submission. It was the highest form of tribute, of love or passion that a man could offer to a woman.
Breathless, she gripped onto the sheets and answered breathlessly, "Yes."
Just then, Victor brought the meaning of the moment to her full attention. He firmly grasped the base of his dark horn of ritual and, without hesitation, placed it against the unclaimed entrance to her womanhood. Allie gasped a simultaneous breath of concern and excitement. Hypersensitivity consumed her virgin lips as she could feel the first evidence of his breeding purpose brush against them.
Nicholas stepped towards her brandishing his thick man root. "Take it." he ordered.
Allie felt compelled to do as ordered. She reached up and grabbed onto the steeled hardness. Her entire body shivered with excitement. She was prepared to follow their instructions to the letter and do whatever it was they instructed.
With twin heads of mating intent pressed against both pairs of her human lips Allie said, "My entire life has been aimed at this moment… I am ready." Although she thought their cocks were large at a distance, it was nothing like she could have imagined once she experienced the sensation of skin upon skin.
The brothers traded knowing, steely glances between one another.
Allie began to slowly stroke Nicholas's bulging member in her hand. Like a well trodden Babylonian whore, she gave a single, long pull upon it and watched with bated breath as the first evidence of his breeding prowess emerged. Unable to control herself, she lunged for the thick tip and hungrily consumed the initial traces of his desire.
Nicholas groaned with a mix animal desire and human need as Allie plunged him inside. His pupils flicked a deep orange hue and he smiled with a deep satisfaction as the young human virgin lurched eagerly into womanhood.
Meanwhile, Victor seized the opportunity to claim her womb. Virgin or not, he leaned the heavy, bulbous tip into her untainted slit. Allie's awareness had stretched to its limits and she groaned lustfully at his brazen act. Her oral utterance vibrated along the length of Nicholas's cock. The muscled bear leaned forward in response and swallowed her breasts with his enormous hands.
Without warning, the brute Victor savaged her virgin hinterlands and to say the least, it was a soul splitting experience. As he drove into her, she unconsciously spat Nicholas from her mouth and cried out, "Aaaaahhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!"
Both bear men paused patiently and without a word of scolding or encouragement, simply continued with what they intended to do. Victor said, "Just relax my dear virgin and soon your pain will give way to pleasures unimaginable to you."
Allie took a moment to collect herself. She had to trust that they were true to their intentions and that they would deliver to the heights of ecstasy - just as they had promised. She pulled her hair to one side and then resumed her sucking of Nicholas with fevered stamina.
Victor had paused momentarily within her. But, upon witnessing her renewed intensity, he pushed the full length of his beastly thickness into the depths of her silky chamber. Her unsullied wetness sheathed his manhood like nothing he'd ever experienced.
Victor plunged to the full depths of her unexplored channel. Allie did her best to ease the pain of his entry by instinctively tilting her hips up towards him but it made little difference. There would be no respite for her until his curved tip pressed hard against the walls of her untarnished chamber.
Finally, he had penetrated as deeply as he could. Allie felt stretched beyond any visualization her mind could have conjured. She now possessed within her the carnal essence of the two men she desired more than any other on the planet. If the world had collapsed into flames of epochal destruction, she would have considered her life complete in that moment.
The trio quickly settled into a rhythmic dance with the most ancient primal consequences. The thick walls of the room echoed with the sounds of pleasure, and occasionally, pain. In all her years of stringent denial, Allie's wildest desires never equaled the tidal wave of desire she felt swelling up within her in that moment. Inexperienced as she was, she knew her body's signals. And, suddenly, it the time was upon her.
Like a ferocious wild beast, she popped Nicholas' cock from her mouth once more and cried out, "Ohh, m… my… I…" She slammed her hips against Victor and plunged the entire length of his shaft inside of her. If she was to be his breeding slave, then she wanted to risk none of it.
"Fuck! Fuck! I… I…" she screamed and within fractions of a second it was over for her.
Allie's tight virgin channel clenched hard along the full turgid length of Victor's potent sword. A subtle ripple across the pond of her virginity quickly escalated into a tsunami of unbridled climax as she came on him. Her first orgasm on a real cock and it caused her body to pulse wildly. She gyrated upon the deep ridges and grooves of his breeding horn and relished the feeling of fullness and gratification it supplied to her.
The virgin conquest now under his complete command, Victor wasted no time. The animal within him was well aware that the optimal moment to claim ownership to her womb was at this instant.
And so, in the midst of her muffled screams against Nicholas's cock inside of her mouth his cadence became purposeful, albeit uneven. His shaft grew rigid and forceful inside of her. Even in the haze of her inexperience, Allie knew that this must mean something.
She grunted like a feral beast as she sucked Nicholas's girth while Victor rutted her relentlessly from behind. Victor pumped at her like a mighty diesel locomotive intent upon delivering its load no matter what the cost. His beastly shaft ravaged her virgin walls and caused her hips to tuck under submissively with each subsequent stroke.
Her curves wobbled beneath the dual assault of bear men's cocks. She quivered and shook and steadied herself for whatever they intended to do to her. Without warning, Victor slammed his feral hips against her and moaned loudly. In fact, Allie was certain that it had sounded more like a deep growl than anything.
Allie's insides tilted upwards as he powered into her. Still reeling from the highs of her climax moments earlier, the feel of Victor's tool was nearly more than her youth and inexperience could withstand. But, she held on and was rewarded with the potent delivery she had been promised.
It was a magical, foreign sensation but one that she immediately recognized as being what she'd always needed. The initial spurt was warm and strong and lashed at her chaste walls like an invading army crashing through an enemy's defenses. She could feel the firmness of his man root tunneled as far as it could travel when the second jet of hot seed fired into her womb with the precision of a sharpshooter's rifle.
His body spasms finally began to relent and his beastly growls signaled to her that he’d done what he must. As he withdrew from her, the sheen of their tryst caused his dick to glisten in the faint lighting of the room. She could feel traces of his potency leak down between her thighs as he stood above her.
Spent for the moment, Victor moved to the side so that his brother could have his moment in this ancient mating dance. Throughout it
all, she'd never relinquished her attention on Nicholas's dick. It had been almost more of a challenge than she was ready for but she'd held on nonetheless.
Without speaking, he withdrew himself from her mouth and deftly moved behind her. Now in the same position his brother had occupied moments earlier, he wasted no time in invading her formerly unsullied channel.
The collective orgasmic mix that Victor and Allie had conjured up between them earlier still lingered warmly inside of her. It provided a welcome lubricant to his invasion but even so, she gripped hard into the fabric of the bedding underneath once he penetrated.
He was longer than his brother but Victor had been thicker. However, he was new and different and she was grateful for the bounty of buttery residue that remained inside of her. It didn't take long for her to adjust and she soon found herself bucking up against the full length of weapon of creation.
Within seconds they had reached a fusion of sweaty ecstasy. She'd sucked his cock for so long that she thought it likely he wouldn't take long to reach the moment of his release either. Her curves crashed against his mountains of muscles and she could feel his primal branch lengthen and harden as his brother's had earlier.
Suddenly, she could feel his scrotum seize up beneath her. His climax rolled slowly across the landscape of their bodies and then exploded into a frenzy of creation. She held on tightly as he forced himself inside of her, buried as deeply as he could penetrate.
"Aaaahhh!! Ahhhhh!!!" he groaned.
She bared her teeth and hissed her approval of the ritual between them. And, just like his brother before him, he injected jets of bear seed into the fertile soil of her cervix. She'd already begun to savor, almost crave, the feeling of their manhood pouring within her.
His cock spasmed and pulsed as her tight channel gripped his rigid spear and milked it for everything it possessed. With every fiber of being she was determined that not a single drop would escape from within her. Allie could feel his thrusts begin to subside as the moments progressed until finally; he started to withdraw from her with a satisfied exhale.
At that moment, she too collapsed on the bed awash in a sea of emotions and meaning that she suspected would take her a long time to decipher. The brothers sat down on either side of their exhausted young mother-to-be. Victor gently stroked her hair to one side and said, "Allie, you are ours now and forever. Nothing will become between us and you for as long as we live."
While she lay there in the afterglow of her mating ritual, Allie wondered how it was possible that these men so readily shared their lust for her flesh. Perhaps they'd meant what they said. It was something deeper and more purposeful than superficial desires. These were men of the land, bound to one another and their legacy to carry on their kind, at any cost.
As Allie drifted off to sleep under their care, she wondered what the future had in store. Whatever it was, she felt confident that they would be there; supporting her and staying true to their word and the unbreakable bond they'd all forged.
Drawn to the Pack
Haley stared up at the ceiling in her bedroom, took one last deep breath and attempted to give it another try.
“Hrrrmmmmpphhh…” she hissed as she gritted her teeth. “Ohhhh… come ooonnnn! I know these just fit last week!”
Her hands pinched as tightly as they could as she attempted to insert the sinister button through the hole. They were her most recent favorite pair of jeans after all, they should still fit. After a few more seconds they mercifully fastened. Standing, on the other hand, was going to be an entirely different challenge.
Shit…
She lay there under the oppressiveness of her unforgiving denim wondering where it had all gone wrong. Six years invested… and wasted. A four year relationship, one year engagement and a one year marriage had turned out to be a colossal failure.
When she first learned about Adam’s infidelity, it almost didn’t seem real. After all, he’d never been the player type. But, looking back on it, she should have listened to her family and friends. There were a lot of differences between them but none bigger than the decision about children. She’d wanted kids and he didn’t. Or, at least, that’s what he told her. The plain truth was that he hadn’t wanted kids with her.
His secretary on the other hand…
Devastated, she’d filed for divorce. Although it was still in the process of being finalized, she needed to get as far away from the situation as possible and that’s exactly what she had done. Her parents had retired to a small town in the Sierra Nevada Mountains and had always talked about how much they loved it so she thought she’d give it a shot.
She’d only arrived a week before and from what she’d seen already, she had to agree. As a pediatric nurse, it had been hard leaving the kids and work she loved behind. The good news was that there were some openings in the area and with a bit of luck, she should get a position she’d applied for at a nearby hospital.
For now, however, she was determined to get moving in these awful jeans. And damnit, no matter what, she wasn’t going to eat her feelings over this whole sordid mess. A hardened lump formed in her throat and she could feel herself stifling tears when the doorbell suddenly rang and snapped her mind into focus.
She immediately remembered her mother told her that the family dog, Sam, had gotten loose again yesterday. It wasn’t unusual for him to wander down the street only to be brought home by patient neighbors. Haley assumed that their four legged miscreant was simply making his triumphant return.
She scrambled to the edge of the bed, legs dangling and did her best to stand. Tight fitting or not, she wouldn’t have time to change and make herself more presentable, so she grabbed a t-shirt, threw it on and dragged herself downstairs. As she neared the bottom of the stairs, there was firm, almost impatient knock at the door.
“Okay, okay… Hold your horses!” she said loudly.
She clasped the doorknob, pulled the door open and immediately regretted her use of the equine metaphor. For there, before her in the bright midmorning sun, stood the first real life cowboy she’d ever laid eyes upon. Worse yet, he was the most gorgeous thing imaginable.
Great. Fucking great. Thanks a lot universe…
Every bit of six foot two inches, he stood in her doorway, towering above her five foot four frame. Slivers of shadow from a wide brimmed hat accentuated his strong chin and rugged features. He was a little bit dusty and a whole lot sexy. She stood there in stunned silence for a moment while his deep aquamarine pools gazed down upon her with an unknown intent.
Her mouth slowly drifted open and she could feel the heat of her neglected desire escape in the form of a soft, but clearly audible moan. Mercifully, the stranger broke the silence. He produced a medium brown ball of fur and said, “Ma’am? Is this your dog?”
Dog? What dog?
He could have been holding an armful of wolverines engulfed in flames and it’s likely she wouldn’t have noticed. But, she gathered herself for a split second and managed to utter a reply, “Yes, uhhm, I mean… no. I mean, it’s my mother’s dog, Sam.”
Jesus, Haley. Get it together…
She continued and asked, “You don’t look like someone from this neighborhood. Where did you find him?”
The stranger replied, “That’s correct, I’m not from here. Name’s Caleb Steele. My brother and I own Steele Ranch. It’s just over the ridgeline. Seems as though little Sam here made his way across and down the other side into our Alpaca herd. From a distance, I nearly mistook him for a coyote and shot him. Luckily though, I got a better look after I got my rifle. Anyway, he’s fine, we have a way with dogs at the ranch so he’s been in good care.”
With his powerfully knuckled hands, he extended the dog to her. Haley took Sam and placed him on the hardwood floor. Seconds later, he trotted into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
She shook her head and turned back towards Caleb. “Well, thank you, Mr. Steele. That was very kind of you. I’m Haley, Haley Simmons. My mother will be so r
elieved that her coyo… I mean… Sam is safe.”
He smiled and extended his right hand to shake hers. Haley reciprocated the gesture and clasped his thick palm. The touch was warm. His hands were well used and worn from effort which she thought surprising for such a young man. With his left hand he tipped his hat and said, “Pleasure to meet you Ms. Simmons. You can call me Caleb.”
Her pulse thumped against the thin flesh of her neck and echoed loudly deep within her ears. She fought bravely through the sudden haze of lust and replied, “N… Nice to meet you Caleb. And please, call me Haley.”
“Haley…” he said softly, and deeply. In fact, for a brief moment, she could have sworn he’d growled it. He gently released her hand and said, “Sayyy, you wouldn’t be Alice Simmons’ daughter by chance?”
“Yes, I am.” She replied.
A smile washed across his face and he said, “Well, then it is indeed a pleasure. Your mother and father are fine people. They’ve made a wonderful addition to our little community.”
“Thank you Caleb. That’s very kind. I know they love it here.” She responded, with a bit of pride in her tone. Her parents were wonderful people and she knew they loved being here as well.
The pair stood and smiled at each other for another moment, perhaps it was a few seconds more than that, Haley lost count. Finally, Caleb cleared his throat and said, “Well, uhhm, again, pleasure meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you again on less urgent terms?”
Was that a statement or a question? She assumed the former but deeply hoped for the latter.
In either case, she snapped out of it and said, “Yes, I hope so.”
“Ma’am…” he said. He placed his hat back on his head and turned to leave.
As Haley watched him wind his way back to his pickup, she clasped the doorknob with both hands. But it was mostly to prevent her knees from giving way and not to close it.
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