by Casey Morgan
“Yes. She is sweet. Good-looking as well,” I say, thinking about how gorgeous she looked in that corset — how much I would have liked to undress her and get a bit more “inspiration” for the event through that. “I’d like to get to know her more too. Spend a little quality time, maybe even make her my mate.”
The run stops immediately at this admission, with Jayden wheeling back toward me. He’s got a long happy grin on his face, his tongue wiggling in and out of his mouth. “Your mate? Krystal should be my mate if anyone’s, since I’m the head of the business.” I see his playful tackle coming to me, but I don’t dodge it. He pounces right into me, rolling me over into the grass and towards the grapes.
“Careful! Don’t squash my babies, or you can’t get mad when there is less crop to go around!” barks Aiden, but both myself and Jayden ignore him.
Our play session is on, and I quickly get up on my paws, and go for him. I toss him on the ground. My brother falls over fairly easily. We keep roughing each other up on our necks and backs, but it’s all in play.
All throughout it, Aiden continues to object to our roughhousing near his vines, but Jayden and I continued to trade blows. We circle and pounce on one another, burning off some excess energy. “If you have her to yourself, don’t expect us to just roll over and show you our bellies. We will give you a run for your money with her.” My tone is light and friendly, but I do mean what I say. Mom and Dad wanted us to share things in life. The business was the first biggest thing they left in our care, but I imagine they wouldn’t mind us sharing such a wonderful girl as well. Especially if she’s as good for our business as I think she will be.
“Oh, I don’t expect that. But Krystal’s mine. She will have to accept that fact after this tasting party is over, and she’s paid back her little debt to me. After that, is when the real fun is going to begin with her. When I’ll give her an offer, she won’t be able to refuse.”
“We’ll see about that,” I growl, and disengage from our play fight, intent on finishing the run.
In another hour, we do. The sun has gone down, and I’m ready to go inside for the night. As I shift back to my human form, watching my brothers do the same as we make our way through the miles of grape vines, all I can think about is Krystal.
At the orientation tomorrow, I’m going to see if she likes me. And if she’s unsure, I’m going to make sure she leaves the small get together with me on her mind — the way she’s on mine.
Chapter Seven
Krystal
After returning home from the Vineyard, I can’t get the Redfang brothers out of my head. Jayden, Lucas, Aiden, Caleb and Gabriel, they all swim around in my imagination. Aiden a little more, since he was the one I spent the most time with today, and the one who saw me a little bit naked. That fact — that he saw some skin and the feeling of his fingers on my back — that won’t leave me.
It follows me into a dream that night.
I’m in the vineyards again. I have Aiden behind me just as he was earlier in the day. He’s undoing my corset with gentle, fast fingers. I feel his skin touching mine, and then, I feel him kissing my back. He brushes my hair aside from the corset as it falls away, putting kisses where there was once lace and satin. The more he kisses, the more I feel myself melting.
There is no sunlight overhead, but moonlight. Silver, beautiful glowing moonlight. In it, the grapes seem to twinkle, they become fatter and sweeter. Juices are beginning to run.
Just as I moan and sigh Aiden’s name into the air, the other brothers appear out of the rows of grape vines. First, there is Jayden, then Caleb, Lucas and Gabriel. Caleb comes around, and begins to stroke my shoulder on one side, then my hand and arm. He takes one of my bare breasts for himself. He begins to suck on it in between telling me how beautiful I am, how much excitement and joy I fill him with. “I can’t wait to wreck you,” he murmurs, “just like you wrecked my truck.”
I giggle and lean into his grasp, practically begging him to slam into me.
“I’m going to wreck her first,” says Jayden, pushing his brother away from my front. There, he takes both of my breasts in his large hands and begins to stimulate them. He touches and massages my nipples, and everything in between. He squishes me together, so he can get a face full of both mounds, breathing them in like a sweet flower. “Consider it payment for the damages, letting me have my way with you,” he says huskily, making a move to caress my nipples with his tongue.
“You have such a beautiful behind,” says Aiden softly, letting me feel his thickness and warmth. He’s cock has gone hard and stiff behind me and he slides it in between my legs. It caresses my folds, now completely exposed to the air at night. I don’t know how, but they are. In the way of dreams, my dress is completely gone.
Jayden’s fingers are on my clit in the next moment, fighting for dominance over Aiden’s member. The feeling of fingers and cock on me, that makes me mindless. Breathless. In that moment, I want them all, and all at the same time.
I lay down in my patch of Vineyard, presenting myself to them. Exposing my hot and jittery clit, telling Jayden he can take his payment. “You can take me. You can take my virginity.”
He does right then and there, positioning me so that Aiden’s cock can reach my pussy. Jayden penetrates my ass. A naughty and wild thought, even in the midst of this dream. Stuffed in both holes, I opened my mouth to Caleb feeding me grapes with his mouth. His balls quickly replace these grapes, along with his silky cock head.
As I’m sucking on him, I’m shocked that I’m doing this with so much gusto and abandon. I reach out to stroke Gabriel and Lucas’s hard cocks as they kneel on either side of me. I am completely surrounded by cock. I love the feeling. It makes me wetter than I ever have been.
Jayden and Aiden pump in and out of me, making me feel tension in my abdomen and sparks of electricity up and down my spine. I feel fullness in my ass. I feel stiffening in both of my holes, and then the unmistakable sensation of warmth. Liquids fill me, along with grunting from both Aiden and Jayden as they fill me with their seed. Once they are done, they lay back on the ground and look up at the full moon.
Gabriel slides into me, holding himself next to me, taking me in my pussy. Lucas slides into my ass. They are just as long and strong as their brothers, but a little softer in their pumping movements. Gabriel looks at me, saying “Hope you like this. Hope you like me as much as my brothers.”
I want to say I do, but my mouth is still on Caleb’s dick. “She likes me,” says Caleb, his voice and balls clenching, “I can tell you that much.” Right after that, he loses his load in my mouth. Down my throat it goes, tasting like wine.
Just as Gabriel and Lucas really begin to pound me and finger my clit again, with Lucas slapping my ass, jiggling my cheeks, as he pulls out, and lets me feel the cream and warmth around my stretched, greedy hole, I wake up.
Oh my God, I think blushing a deep red as I feel how wet I am everywhere and how soaked my sheets are, what the hell was that? Such a dirty dream! Me, sleeping with all five of them? Having all of them everywhere inside of me? Every hole? I blush deeply, getting out of bed and deciding to jump in the shower. I know I haven’t had a boyfriend before, but even that’s a little overkill for me. What in the heck would they think anyway? I jump into the hot water, trying to calm myself down. Wanting all five of them? That’s just ridiculous!
Chapter Eight
Krystal
After my shower, I pack up every costume and thread, bead and gemstones I have into the back of my car. I head to my favorite craft and fabric store to pick up a few extra yards of fabric. That done, I head to the winery. I’m a little early, even with all my packing and my last-minute errand.
As I pull up and start working to get things out of the back of my car, Lucas appears. He has a mischievous grin on his lips. “Let me help you unpack and carry all that inside.”
I blush, barely able to look him in the eye. After last night’s dirty dream, I’m starting to picture him naked or
at least the version of him I imagined, and it’s distracting. “Thank you,” I say, quickly getting busy with pulling out the boxes of supplies, the bag of purchased items. “It helps a lot.” He picks up a bunch of the boxes I brought with me. Almost all of them between both of his hands and arms, seriously impressing me.
“I just want you to save your energy, Krystal,” he says breezily. “After all the work you’re going to do for us today and at the wine tasting event, you’re going to be doing a lot of running around. Sewing at least nine separate costumes, it has to be a labor of love, I suppose.” He sexily readjusts the boxes in his hold, giving me a look at his muscles.
I blush and smile indulgently. He caught me looking, but doesn’t say anything. He just turns and swaggers up toward the main building, giving me a look at his toned ass.
“I’m excited to see that king costume shape up for me,” he says once we get inside the massive main building — winery and manor melded together. Lucas leads me up to a whole other living space. One that’s pretty much a whole house unto itself. It’s up a flight of “loft” type stairs. Up in that living space, he leads me into a large, sprawling bedroom. Something that screams master bedroom all over it.
There are full-length mirrors in here, a large bed, and other pieces of furniture dotted around. “I’m glad you are excited for your costume,” I say, taking in the majesty of the space and how small I feel inside. “But I will have to measure you first, before I can begin tailoring anything.”
“That’s okay,” says Lucas.
He immediately begins to strip. As his pants and underwear come off, along with his shoes and socks, I squeal in surprise. I jump back, not sure what I should do. Should I hide my face or run out of the room or something?
Lucas just laughs at me. He pulls off his shirt and says, “Werewolves are very comfortable with our bodies.” He turns around, giving me a full view of his to-die-for stomach and shoulders. His cock is also bare, and I can see it is large and thick. “Especially around beautiful ladies.”
Trying to ignore my blush, I set down the box and bags I’m carrying. They hold the costumes I started working on last night for everyone. I tried to keep everyone in mind while constructing them, but this is going to be the phase where I make notes about further alterations and how to perfect them.
“Of course you are,” I say, tossing him his not-quite-finished King’s custom. “Now put that on. Please, so I can get accurate measurements and ideas of how to improve it.” My heart’s pounding like crazy. My blood feels like it’s going to come shooting out of my nose if I have to look at his sexiness a second longer. After tossing the clothing to him, I quickly turn around. I ignore his laughter, telling myself to calm down. Get a grip, even though flashes of my dream are really starting to come through now.
“You humans are so funny about your bodies, about nakedness,” muses Lucas. As he does, I can hear him dressing, stretching and bending, and I resist the urge to turn around and gawk at him.
“Well, we also can’t turn into wolves either, so you’re going to have to give me a break,” I say, hearing the tremble, the flush in my tone.
There is more laughter from Lucas, more sounds of him getting dressed. “Silly and adorable,” he murmurs, continuing move and bend. I can feel my body burning underneath my clothes. Just the sound of his feet moving across the floor, that’s exciting. “Okay, girl, I’m decent.”
I turn around hesitantly, thinking he might just be tricking me, but he is dressed. He looks just as stunning and dashing as I hoped he would. Delicious. Especially when he holds his arms out, commanding to be fitted. “Get your measurements, girl. Get your fill, human.” Everything he says is full of warmth, no longer the arrogance he had before. Quickly, I move up to him, getting my measuring tape and chalk from the box with the other costumes.
I start my work on him, telling my brain to shut up about his naked beauty. How much his stomach and cock captivated me. I’m shaking as I move the measuring tape and the chalk, around his arms, his chest, and everywhere in between, making sure I know how much to adjust the costume.
At my trembling and flushed cheeks, Lucas just chuckles. “Am I a good size for you? Do you like what you see on that measuring tape?”
I swallow thickly, trying to concentrate on where I’m going now: his stomach and hip region. Just as I pull the measuring tape and string it around his hips, he shifts them. Lucas knocks his posture over to one side, causing my hand to slip down across his crotch. The moment it’s there, I feel his rock-hard cock poking out at me.
“And what about that?” he teases. “Do you want to get a measurement for that too?”
I tense up but go in for a couple of pins to start taking in the pant legs, to make sure I get the proper fit for them as well as the measurements. Again, I’m not sure whether to move back or to apologize for touching him there, but he seems to have purposely gotten in this position.
The moment I see him looking down at me, and he’s got so much desire and fire in him, I don’t want to move away. I don’t know what takes over me as he does this, whether it’s the warmth in his eyes or the heat I feel coming off his body, but I put down my pins and my measurement tools, and pull down the front of his form-fitting pants.
Immediately, his thick, hard cock is right there to greet me. All of its fullness and length is right there, begging me to touch it, to get that “measurement” he teased me with. It’s so shiny and thick, I’m entranced by it. I’m made hungry by it, and before I can tell myself “no don’t do that” I have my mouth on him. On his tip, and then all the way down his shaft.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. How hard and tight he feels between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. The velvety, smoothness of his shaft, that’s exciting and new as well. Lust sparks in me, and, by the time I’m down all the way on him, my pussy is aching.
I pull my lips up his shaft, and get into a rhythm. Whatever’s taken over me, it’s wild and primal. It’s ancient, without need for explanation or thought. I just move up and down on him, tasting and feeling more of him as I do. More texture and warmth, enjoying the musky taste that grows on my tongue. He groans over my attentions, encouraging me to tighten my lips and increase my speed.
I do, letting some of my saliva travel down him, as I prepare myself to do something I’ve seen in some porn, and always wanted to do. Take his cock all the way down my throat, let it go all the way into my esophagus. I know I will be hard-pressed for air; I know I might choke a little, but that’s what has me curious and eager to do this for Lucas. So, I prepare myself, I relax my throat, open my lips as wide as they will go, and tell myself to focus on how handsome he is. The sound of his rough, sweet breathing as I move.
I move my mouth forward on him, determined to get more of him in my mouth than I ever have. I push bravely and quickly, feeling the first touch of his cockhead on the back of my throat. Fighting my instincts to gag, I forced my throat to relax and come around him gently. Relax. Submit to him. I imagine that I’ve done this many times before. As I feel him push further into my mouth, I relax further. I breathe through my nose, deciding to change my rhythm. I go slow and steady on him, allowing my throat to expand and contract, to move with my urges, rather than against them.
Saliva rushes around him, coats my mouth and tongue, but it’s blissful and delicious, because I taste him everywhere. I also feel his warmth expand. His breathing hitches momentarily, before becoming ragged and fast. It matches the plumping and pulsing I feel in my lips and down my throat where he is. I feel all his movements. I keep moving on him, pausing and holding my throat tight. Expanding and contracting, I follow his tremors.
Amongst all the wetness of my mouth, I’m feeling my pussy dampen as well. I have a lake in my panties. One that’s only getting bigger and slicker the more I’m on him. And then, just as I’m beginning to contemplate putting a finger down the front of my skirt, Lucas bulges. He becomes hot and swollen in my mouth, before unloading himself down my
throat.
The load is a noticeable one, but it’s silky. Warm. Like eating gooey chocolate or jam or frosting, but salty and earthy. At one taste of it, I feel dizzy. Heady. Ready for more whenever and wherever. I use my tongue judiciously and quick, lapping up any and every stray droplet. In my ears, his growling sighs are tender. He is breathless, with just a hint of irritation. As though he didn’t want to be so breathless around me.
As for me? As the buzz starts to wear off, I’m shocked. I’m beside myself and my behavior, since I’ve barely even kissed somebody, let alone sucked a man’s cock before. I get myself up from in front of him, turn away and say, “You should head out of the room now. I’ve got your other brothers to fit.” My cheeks blaze hot and reckless.
Lucas undresses from the costume, grabs his clothing and heads towards the door. I can feel the satisfied smirk he has on his lips even though I can’t see it. “I’m gonna keep thinking about this a while. Soak up everything I’ve just experienced.” That’s what I hear, just before he steps out and another pair of feet stroll in.
Chapter Nine
Caleb
Lucas looks smug as he tells me I can go in to get fitted. I smell Krystal on him, but I don’t think anything of it. Of course he would smell like her after being fitted. Giving him a slow nod, I walk inside the master bedroom. As I do, I feel my heart pitter patter in my chest. I’m excited to see her, as well as the costume of she’s chosen for me.
“Coming in, Krystal,” I say, out of a sense of decency so I don’t surprise her, “it’s Caleb.” When I don’t hear anything from her, I walk in anyway, carefully, to respect her workspace, even though it’s one of our rooms.