Despite the lubrication provided by slick saliva, the dick was massive, and as it pushed into Jack with little preparation, his body resisted, clamping down on the cock as his sphincter pulsed with pain. Fang gave an impatient grunt and retreated somewhat, only to thrust back in before Jack was ready. Jack’s cry was muffled by the alpha’s dick, which moved deeper into his mouth, providing a welcome distraction until the narrow tip tickled the back of Jack’s throat, making him cough.
This wasn’t quite how he’d imagined sex with a werewolf.
The pup licked his outstretched hand before shifting his body and placing Jack’s hand on the thick, throbbing flesh of his dick. At first, Jack had no focus to spare the omega, but when Fang stormed past the natural defenses of Jack’s body, pushing all the way inside, Jack squeezed the pup’s cock even as he gagged on the one in his mouth.
He was losing sense of space when Fang started pumping his cock in short thrusts that were all about getting off. He panted, rubbing his furry thighs against Jack’s skin, and despite fear still coursing through his veins, Jack smiled around the dick in his mouth. Finally, he was getting to experience fur, even if its texture was nothing like the silky coat of a chat.
The alpha pulled out of Jack’s mouth unexpectedly, only to make room for another eager werewolf, this one black as the night around them. The beast didn’t wait even a second, and pushed the cock at Jack, closing his thighs around Jack’s head and barely letting him breathe.
The joints of Jack’s jaw squealed at the force that made them stretch even wider, but the omega humping Jack’s fist provided a welcome distraction. His breathless gasps were slowly turning into tiny, cute yelps, and his hips worked overtime, moving so rapidly the wolfboy’s hairy balls slapped against Jack’s fist.
Black wasn’t as patient as the alpha had been, and he wouldn’t be sated by sucking only. The fur on the inside of his thighs was soft and smooth, and when he thrust his groin forward, the tip entered Jack’s throat while the thick middle pushed down his tongue. He moaned, which in turn made Black gasp in ecstasy and move deeper into Jack’s relaxed gullet.
He was too distracted to gag at this point. Fang was entering him so furiously Jack’s ass felt as if it was being roasted, but at the same time, the inner massage felt so good he wouldn’t dream of finishing just yet.
Fang pulled out right before coming, and with a low growl against Jack’s back, he spurted his cum between Jack’s buttocks. His claws eased their pressure on Jack’s skin, but just as Fang started licking his shoulder blade, the fifth werewolf shoved him aside.
“My turn!”
Jack’s head was trapped, serving Black, so he wasn’t able to look back, but from the sound of the snarling behind him, Fang wasn’t happy with the development. He might have been afraid of the wolfman’s anger if Pup hadn’t distracted him with a spurt of hot cum shot into Jack’s fist and along his forearm, all the way to his elbow. The wolf came so much Jack couldn’t believe the volume, so he praised his lover with a gentle squeeze around the knot at the base of the cock.
Before he could think, another cock entered his relaxed ass, and Fifth had as little patience as his predecessor. He grabbed Jack’s hips hard and pistoned in and out with long, reckless strokes. His dick was much longer, which caused cramps that had Jack mewling helplessly into the dick that was stopping him from breathing. With his head spinning from the lack of oxygen, he barely registered that Black briefly withdrew, but as soon as he inhaled, the werewolf stuffed his mouth once more.
The omega slid his warm body under Jack’s arm, and put one padded hand on Jack’s back. His tongue lapped at Jack’s neck and ear without a care about Black’s dick continuously pumping into Jack’s throat. The fur rubbing against Jack was getting him hornier by the second. Despite his arousal spiking and falling alongside his levels of fear or discomfort, he appreciated the chance to curl his fist into the omega’s soft belly fur. The fucking was a wild ride, yet cuddling up to a furry body provided the kind of comfort he’d never experienced before.
He hugged the omega just before a stream of hot cum cascaded down his throat. Black held Jack close, face buried in the musk-scented fur while his cock throbbed in Jack’s mouth hole. The knot pushed at Jack’s teeth, but he wouldn’t have been able to accommodate it unless it dislocated his jaw.
It was only when Black retreated, leaving Jack with a sore mouth and the taste of werewolf cum on his tongue, that he noticed the base of the cock fucking his ass thicken. His sphincter was relaxed, so the still-small knot pumped in and out, causing yet more pleasure, but Jack didn’t get to experience it growing to its full potential.
A vicious barking fight started behind him, and when he looked back, Streak’s teeth were bared at the fifth werewolf in a standoff between Jack’s spread legs. That was the last place where he wanted beastly claws and fangs.
“No knot!” Streak grabbed Fifth’s neck, and when the claws bit into skin, Fifth finally gave in. He whimpered, flattening his ears, and with Streak’s hand around his neck, he pumped his hand up and down his slippery cock between Jack’s buttocks until he came.
Since there was no one left to use Jack’s mouth, he rested his cheek against the cool undergrowth, completely in tune with his abused body. Everything ached―from his jaw muscles, through his throat, the scratched skin, to the near-numbness of his ass. His insides felt fantastic, though. They were hot, and relaxed, and receptive, and in need of another cock, so Jack glanced over his shoulder and spread his thighs wider, whimpering when Streak captured his gaze, big red cock ready for action.
Jack dragged himself up to all fours, and Streak gave him a toothy grin that belonged in nightmares, yet didn’t scare Jack anymore. Streak’s yellow eyes shone when he shoved Fifth off Jack’s back.
“I wish you were female so I could breed you,” the alpha said in a raspy voice, thrusting between Jack’s aching thighs. By now even the touch of those padded hands was enough to send Jack’s arousal into overdrive.
Jack’s mouth felt dry, and he shyly looked at the alpha, letting go of the pup in favor of squeezing his own cock, which was so slick from pre-cum, so hard, and so hot he just might come too soon. But before Streak pushed in, the furry presence at Jack’s side shifted and crawled under Jack’s body, providing not only support but also caressing him again with that coarse, long pelt.
For a moment, Jack imagined fucking the omega while Streak fucked him, but the werewolf wasn’t in the right position for it, just rubbing his head against Jack’s stomach.
The thick fingers ending in claws crawled up Jack’s back, and the alpha grabbed Jack’s shoulders before shoving his stiff cock in. He already had a hint of a thickness growing at the base, and Jack curled his fists on the moss every time that thing drove in, leaving him breathless.
He didn’t expect a cold nose pushing against his balls, but then the omega licked up Jack’s cock, sending a shock of excitement all over Jack’s flesh. The moment he reacted with a moan, the omega let out a little woof, and kept licking with yet more eagerness.
Jack breathlessly petted the young werewolf’s long tail, which was fluffy enough to create an illusion of thickness. He was no longer scared of sharp canines so close to his dick. All he cared about was the exotic pleasure of that long tongue rolling up and down his dick, the fur, and the strong, dominant presence behind him. The alpha wasn’t impatient, like some members of his pack had been. He held Jack down without excessive force and fucked him in even thrusts, which got faster as the knot grew, plucked out of Jack when Streak withdrew, and plunged back in when he thrust. Fear once again penetrated Jack’s brain when the huge ball of flesh pushed on and wouldn’t go in, for some reason. He shrieked, trying to shove the werewolf off him, but the alpha growled in warning and lodged himself back inside Jack’s tortured body.
This time, he stopped moving altogether, but the omega’s tongue worked its magic and Jack came with the thick thing lodged inside him.
Jack’s hole spasmed around
the cock, and he couldn’t stop moaning as wet, hot ecstasy overcame his brain.
“That’s it, little one, milk me,” Streak growled into Jack’s nape.
In the end, Jack had to push the omega away, because his muscles were giving in, and when he lay spent in the moss, Streak followed, with his cock nestled in Jack’s ass and still throbbing with heat. For a while, Streak licked Jack’s hair, but then settled with his head next to Jack’s and… fell asleep.
Still heaving, still spread open by the alpha werewolf, Jack looked around to find that all the other beasts had fallen into a slumber around them. Which would have been the perfect opportunity to make his escape.
If he wasn’t pinned to the ground by three hundred pounds of flesh and a knot.
Chapter 5
Jack had no idea how much time had passed, but the knot at the base of Streak’s dick disappeared, releasing his ass. But even with the soft cock out, it wouldn’t have been easy to crawl from under the alpha werewolf, so Jack resigned himself to a little nap as well.
It was still dark when he woke up, but the weight on top of him had eased, the fur had been replaced by regular hairy skin, and when Jack opened his eyes, he saw that the other werewolves had also shifted back to their human forms. A slender young man, who had to be the omega, was snoring, curled up by Jack’s side.
He was cute. Jack would’ve fucked him in either form. He felt bad about having to hand him over to the authorities, but that was the life of a venator. While he’d ended up enjoying himself, the pack had gotten to Roux first, and they could have attacked anyone who ventured into the woods at the wrong time. It was time to teach this pack a lesson.
Jack rolled from under Streak as gently as possible, and while he’d felt seemed fine before, the moment he moved, soreness and exertion blasted into him like a quintuplet of werewolf dicks. Fighting through the discomfort, Jack crawled to his backpack and swiftly took out the silver cuffs that would keep the werewolves in place. His skin was crusty from the dried cum, and his ass still felt damp from the alpha’s giant release, but as he stretched, his body started feeling more normal. The sky was already overcome by a pink glow, and he didn’t want to risk any of the men escaping justice.
All in all, this had been a good night. Maybe his means weren’t orthodox, but he did manage to subdue five massive werewolves. He grinned to himself as he stared at the sleeping bodies trapped with silver cuffs, but stopped the moment a flash of pain went through his jaw. Maybe smiling needed to wait a while.
He spotted a figure behind the far-off trees and grabbed his fallen sword, ready to fight tooth and nail for his victory. Or was it Roux? Had he managed to escape the snares?
But as he stood, despite the pain in his pulled thigh muscle, the lithe figure emerged from between the bushes.
It was a naked woman with long blonde hair, and judging by the size of her stomach, she was nearing the end of a pregnancy. Jack’s hands flinched, and he slowly lowered his weapon, not wanting to scare her. “Wh― are you okay? What are you doing here?” He asked, but her lips revealed clenched teeth, and she rushed forward like a rabid wolverine.
“Free them right now!” she said with the local accent, frantically looking around the cuffed men.
Jack had seen many things during his travels, but this was a first. “Absolutely not. I’ve arrested them, in the name of the law.”
She pushed him back, and only then looked his naked form up and down. “They can get a bit rowdy in the full moon, but it’s no reason to take them away. Please.” She knelt by Streak and shook his arm. “Ota! Wake up, right now!” When the werewolf just snored in reply, she scratched his arm so hard she drew blood, and that did the trick.
The alpha’s eyes went wide, and he let out a howl, trying to jerk his body up. His toes dug into the moss, his strong thigh and buttock muscles flexed, but he couldn’t move. Not with the silver cuffs on.
Jack licked his lips, staring at the pregnant belly, and then at the werewolf. “Shit.... you’ve made a hybrid,” he said, rubbing his face. This was huge― physical proof that werewolves were capable of interbreeding with humans.
The woman frowned at him and stroked her belly. “My children will be no hybrids! How do you think new werewolves are created? With a bite? What a joke. And have you ever met a werewolf woman?”
“Blanka… What are you doing here?” Ota grumbled as if he were waking up with a bad hangover, and managed to twist himself to his back.
She slapped him. “Me? What are all of you doing here, huh? I can’t have these children on my own! Are you insane? You promised!”
Oh. So this was what happened to Blanka. Maybe she wasn’t so reckless and stupid after all. Having all that wolf dick to herself sounded like an exciting break from farm life.
Ota curled his upper lip and snarled at Jack. “He’s the one who caused all this. He smells like a female!”
Jack scowled and smelled his armpit, only to find the usual odor of morning sweat. But Blanka wasn’t having any of it, and slapped Ota’s face again, showing her small fangs as if she were a real wolf bitch.
“No, he caught you because you broke the law. Again. I don’t care what you think your destiny is. You should have thought about it before you put your pups inside me!”
Jack stood still. He’d never been the kind of person who lived for drama, but anyone would have found this unexpected peek into pack life juicy.
Ota groaned and rubbed his head against the moss. “What am I supposed to say, cuddlepie? There was also some wild cat creature I think. We thought we’d only venture out to grab it.”
Blanka rubbed her face and took a deep breath, before turning to Jack. “Please spare this idiot? I need him. I don’t know what I would do without him.”
Ota gave Jack a toothy grin. “Pretty please? I know they’ll just tag them this time. They’ll hate it, but they’ll be fine. But I can’t leave Blanka. Not when she’s almost due.”
Jack grunted and approached Ota with hurried footsteps, only to kick his thigh. “That was a sentient creature that you attacked. There is nothing to excuse your unauthorized venture. And during the full moon at that! If you keep this up, you will end up dead, and your bitch alone with the children. Is that what you want?” he asked, gesturing at Blanka, who frowned at him.
Maybe he shouldn’t have used the b-word after all. He looked toward the clearing, but he couldn’t see much. Was Roux safe?
Ota’s smile was gone. “What can I say? Full moon can get a bit wild, if you know what I mean.”
A hardened criminal, then.
Blanka growled at him and slapped his hairy pec. “What he means is that he is sorry beyond words, and he will make amends, and he will make sure the pack stays put next time.”
Jack glanced at the pregnant woman again. At the end of the day, nothing bad had happened. He wouldn’t let it all slide, but maybe he could let the father go this time.
“If you ever leave the borders on the full moon again without a permit, I will personally come here and castrate you,” he said sternly.
“You wouldn’t really want that though, would you?” Ota winked at Jack. Unbelievable. He did have a nice dick, though.
“There are plenty of werewolves in Bohemia.”
Blanka huffed. “If you don’t obey the law, I will cut you myself,” she said before once again glancing at Jack, her eyes pleading. “Please, kind sir? I will personally make sure he’s good.”
Jack nodded, picking up what was left of his clothes. “Fine. Maybe you can make new arrangements with the local negotiator, if you actually bother paying him a visit in human form.”
He took the cuffs off Ota, conscious of his every move in case the werewolf still wanted to attack, but the alpha turned to his bride instead, and pulled her under his thick arm. “If any of my wolves is harmed in custody, the deal will be off,” he said, baring his teeth, but he was already directing his footsteps toward the reservation.
Jack sighed, resting his hands on his
hips. He was kind of digging the werewolf’s poise. No wonder Blanka had been swept off her feet. “Do yourself a favor and speak to the negotiator before the next full moon. And take Blanka with you. Everyone around these parts thinks she’s been eaten.”
Jack got no answer, which left him with four snoring, apprehended werewolves and a desperate itch to find out if Roux was all right. He grabbed his sword and turned on the portable lamp. Once he started walking, the aches in his body reminded him of the wild night with beasts, but Roux was more important.
He didn’t have to walk far, and found the chat with a snare around his leg. The fur around the clamp had been rubbed raw, but Roux still got up as soon as he spotted Jack. His eyes were half-closed, the fur on his face matted, and he limped toward Jack as far as the snare allowed him.
“Jack! Are they gone? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” His words were difficult to understand, as they sounded more like meowing, but Jack easily got the gist.
He tried to move quicker, and finally reached Roux, diving to his knees right away. “It’s fine. We need to get this off you.”
The soft furry arms closed around Jack’s neck, and Roux pulled him close, hiding his muzzle in Jack’s neck. “It’s not fine. I should have done… something. But I was too scared. I’m such a coward.”
Oh. Ooh. Roux’s fur was soft and warm, and Jack definitely didn’t mind the hug. The snares could wait.
“It’s not your fault you got entrapped. There was nothing you could have done. But it’s all right. They’re cuffed,” Jack said, gently rubbing his hands up and down the slender back.
So. Fucking. Soft.
“I could have at least made noise, but I panicked after they attacked me.” Roux sobbed against Jack’s neck and tightened the hug. “Jack, I will never forgive myself. They violated you and I… I just sat there!”
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