The Doctor's Five Alphas (Steamy BBW Werewolf Pack Menage Romance)

by Willow Wilde

  I was never happier that I lacked a gag reflex than that night.

  Sven continued to thrust with wild abandon into my pussy, slapping my ass for good measure every once in a while. I felt the puffy lips to my wet chasm quivering with delight, and I did my best to slam my curvy hips hard against his body as he fucked me.

  The shifters swapped places, and I was soon lapping my own juices off of Sven’s rock-hard cock as Lars pummeled my welcoming pussy. Still no Craig, I thought to myself sadly for a moment — but not too long, as I was being pummeled by two other, very panty-drenching shifters.

  As my passion began to mount within my body, threatening an early orgasm, I felt Lars begin to tighten up against me. He was becoming rougher with my throat, holding onto my head with both hands now as his thick, uncompromising shifter cock punished my mouth. I knew he was going to lose his load soon, and I relaxed my throat as much as I could to welcome his gift.

  Sven, too, was starting to go rigid behind me, his thrusting guck my pillowy hips against his own tight pelvis harder and faster.

  The moment came, and Lars pushed his cock into my mouth as far as he could as his body tensed up. Rope after rope of his hot, steamy shifter cum splattered against the back of my throat, and I welcomed every last drop until he fell to the ground, writhing in pleasure.

  Swallowing it all, but letting the salty taste linger against my tongue, I felt Sven go rigid against my hips, his cock thrusting as deep into my pussy as it physically could. Grabbing onto my ass with every ounce of intensity that he had, I felt his balls empty their shifter seed into my wet, slick pussy, as he clutched onto me with his remaining strength. Finally, he plucked his spent cock free, sliding onto the floor in a haze of relaxation.

  As I recovered from the brutal double fucking that had just ended, I glanced upward to see Craig, glowering down upon me. His green eyes were beaming with fury as he hungrily, furiously glared into my gaze, and I shrank away slightly from the pressure.

  “Craig, are you…?”

  “Oh, you’ve gone and done it now…” Sven chuckled from the floor, turning his head. “He is about to tear you up…”

  I gulped, gazing down at his wound. Blood was still seeping from it, and it made me wonder how he had the strength to stand, let alone mate me…

  But he threw me onto my stomach in the furs, climbing on top and forcing his huge shifter shaft inside my aching pussy. Even over the other two, I was blown away with how he stretched my inner walls. As I struggled to grasp what was happening, he was drilling his relentless thrusts up into my body, pinning down my limbs with his own. Under his weight and power, I couldn’t move. He was forcing me to take every jaw-aching moment of his punishment, for daring to make him watch his pack dominate me…

  I struggled to maintain my composure as an endless string of moans flittered out of my throat, matched only by the ferocity of his groans. My body was quivering with a combination of stupendous fear, incredible pleasure, and mind numbing awe as he pummeled me into submission. He was flipping me onto my back now, forcing my ankles onto his shoulders and dominating my pussy again…his hands clasping onto my large, bouncing breasts and teasing my puffy nipples. I felt every semblance of restrain sapped from my body, and my moans lifted into a one-woman chorus of intense pleasure.

  I could see the hunger in his furious green eyes, too. His mind was completely overwhelmed with lust, and he was intent on having me, filling me, mating me in every sense of the word…

  I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer. As my pleasure met astronomical heights, and I felt incredible desire I’d never experienced before, my body finally couldn’t hold on. My mind descended into complete bliss as I felt a crushing, intense pleasure strike my body, and I held on with everything I had as I clutched onto his strong forearms. And it wasn’t just one, either…I rocketed through seven mindless multiple orgasms as my fingernails dug into his arms.

  As I started to come down from my high, Craig threw me against a wall, clutched onto my hips, and powered into my quivering body like there was no tomorrow. As he furiously thrusted, I felt him belt out every last drop of anger that he had for watching me fuck his shifters. But with the intensity of his lust, I knew that he couldn’t hold out for long, and soon I felt him seize up behind me — just like the others. With his cock burrowing into my yearning, ready pussy as hard as it could go, he let loose a tremendous burst of shifter seed that shot straight towards my womb.

  I collapsed to the floor as he shakily slumped against the wall. I lifted my head just enough to see him reach for his wound, pulling back a clean hand.

  “Is it…is it done?” I asked, trembling for a variety of reasons.

  “The wound is healed,” Craig smirked at me. “You’ve saved my life in kind. I am eternally grateful.”

  My head rested against the furs, and the other two shifters cuddled up beside me. “Good…now I just have to figure out how to get off of this island…”

  “Do you really want to leave, if you could find a way?” Craig asked, regarding me softly in the semi-darkness of the cave. “Would you go if you could?”

  I hesitated, squeezing Lars and Sven’s heads in the crooks of my arms as I thought. “Well, if you’ll have me…I guess I wouldn’t mind staying after all.”

  And as the words left my mouth, I realized how true they were. I didn’t know how long I was going to have to stay on this island — maybe my entire life — but I knew that I’d be protected, cared for, and thoroughly fucked every night in the meantime!

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  Between Three Alphas

  To this day, I’m still not sure how I survived the landslide.

  The first thing I remember is opening my eyes, coughing against the choking smell of stirred dust in the air. I became gradually aware of my limbs, mostly buried along with the rest of my body, and in horror I realized I could barely move. Panicking, my alertness sharply increased as the endorphins pumped straight into my head. Circumstances be damned, I wasn’t willing to die in a pile of dirt and rock, and I immediately struggled to wrench myself free from the ground.

  The going was rough — I had been mostly buried in a jumble of my own, sprawled limbs, unwilling to shift from under the crushing weight. It took every ounce of strength to shift the heavy debris aside just enough to slowly, painfully pull myself free. Desperation drove me for several painstaking, testing minutes before I finally pulled my upper half up from my earthy prison.

  Dragging myself out of the heavy mass of sediments and rock chunks, I gasped for air on the ground nearby. As the chemicals wore off and my fight-or-flight instincts dialed down, things started coming back to me. I remembered brief flashes now: there had been a group of us, hiking together along a wilderness trail that cut along the mountain. The rumbling had come out of nowhere, and a building flow of falling debris had swept me down the slope and towards my inevitable death. It was clear as day now – rolling with the cascading wave of earth, tumbling ever downward as I screamed, unable to separate the rising ground from the cliff-face, nor from the watching sky.

  But I hadn’t died. In fact, as I pulled myself shakily off of the ground, it didn’t feel as if I’d broken any bones whatsoever.

  There’s no goddamn way, I thought to myself. This kind of miraculous shit isn’t supposed to happen. I was a fucking gon
er.

  Despite some bruising, and inevitable stiffness that would appear the next morning, I didn’t have so much as a missing tooth or a shattered elbow. My gaze drifted up the slope, tracing the redistribution of dirt and stone. Our hiking group had been walking one of the lower trails, but it was still well out of sight from my vantage point.

  How long have I been down here? I wondered to myself. The sun still hung lazily in the sky — if it was the same day, I couldn’t have been unconscious more than a few hours. Thinking quickly, I took stock of myself. My body felt only mildly dehydrated, but I had been a little thirsty before the landslide anyway. Daring to twist my appendages and curve my spine, it appeared that my spry, flexible articulation was still intact. In fact, overlooking some minor scrapes and cuts, I felt fine.

  This is too weird, I thought to myself. With eyes veiled in disbelief, I gazed up the slope one last time, marveling at the descent.

  But there were other important matters to take care of. I had no food, and I was stranded from my group — who were undoubtedly looking for me. Logic rationed that I was going to be on my own for at least the night, and I needed to find a pure water source and shelter.

  With nowhere else to turn, I gazed towards the woods. The earth had carried me squarely to a small clearing at the foot of the mountain, surrounding me on three sides with rock. The only way to advance was directly forward; with certain hesitance, I planted my first foot in that direction.

  * * * *

  It was only after about an hour of walking that I realized how much beauty filled the forest. As an amateur nature photographer, I appreciated nature’s majesty arguably more than most people my age, but these woods were something entirely else. The very leaves seemed to pop more, shining in brighter, greener colors as the sunlight drifted lazily to cast the canopy in brilliance. The underbrush was somehow far more forgiving than I would have expected, and I realized that I hadn’t nicked myself or scratched my skin on any of the branches as I pushed forward.

  Stranger still was the wildlife. It seemed to pay me very little mind, and after taking a small break to catch my breath, I realized that a doe was literally feet away on the other side of a healthy trunk. Only spotting it out of the corner of my eye, I completely expected it to instantly dart away — instead, as I carefully climbed over roots and dips in the soft soil, it amazingly turned to stare me in the eyes. My hands hesitated in the air as an irrational fear crept across my mind. As if approaching a beautiful, delicate monarch butterfly with an intrepid finger, I feared that touching its very fur would harm the docile creature. After a moment of regarding my trembling hands, it lazily trotted off towards a distant bush, eager to munch on the available berries.

  My amazement only increased as I continued across the woods. A short while later, I encountered a majestic stag, wandering lazily along between the trees. Instinct took over, and I carefully followed it — always happy to keep my distance as to not disturb the beast. After several hundred strides, it led me towards the sound of trickling water, and I stepped from the trees to encounter a small creek, babbling down the rocks and cutting a path through the woods.

  Parched, I dropped to my knees and swept cupped handfuls of the running water to my face, thirstily slurping the sustaining gift. After sustaining myself with the water, I turned and noticed the stag once more. It had paused to watch me, having already taken its fill of the life-giving water. The absurdity of the sight almost sent me falling over with laughter, and after we quietly regarded each other with mutual surprise, it calmly turned and vanished into the brush.

  Eager to stay near the water, I followed along the edge. Colliding with another trail of water, the growing river descended further still into the woods. I felt compelled to strip my clothes and dip beneath the edge of the rippling channel, but the water was so clear and free from impurities that I didn’t dare taint it with my dirty, dusty skin. Instead, I continued to follow it down, hoping to find a reasonable place to set up shelter within a sizable distance. After all, I was afraid of drawing attention from whatever predators lurked these woods, and staying close to the water had its downsides.

  As the sun began to set in the sky, I encountered a renewed surge of beauty in the forest. Surrounded by incredible plants I had never seen, I marveled at them as they gradually unfurled their petals together, bathing the trees in a warm, bluish glow. Their growing luminescence matched the waning light of the sun above, striking a perfect equilibrium of light. With the sun quickly descending out of sight, the light bounced harder off of the thick, protective trees in an incredible display. Being around them as I wandered the heart of the forest surpassed anything I had ever seen.

  But their natural luminescence wasn’t the only beauty to behold. The vegetation and underbrush had given way to soft, spongey grass that bounced under my every step. The trees themselves were wrapped in thick vines that sprouted beautiful flowers of all colors, adding a soft, sweet aroma that soothed my senses.

  Somehow, I knew that I should be exhausted. I’d barely eaten anything since first starting the trail, and I’d survived both a sudden landslide and wandering the forest for hours. Fearful of misidentifying poisonous berries, I had only eaten few small handfuls after watching other mammals chomp on the vines. While I had periodically stopped to scoop water to my face, I knew I’d have to eat something soon, or find a place to rest…but I wasn’t tired, nor was I incredibly hungry.

  This entire day is just crazy, I thought to myself.

  But I had no idea how seriously crazy it was going to become…

  * * * *

  As I stopped wandering the forest and appreciated this vast change in the flora, I wondered about the rest of the hiking group. I hadn’t seen any of them descend over the side with me. I wondered if they would come looking for me?

  It made more sense for them to call the authorities and try to have a search and rescue party dig me from the debris. Of course, they wouldn’t find a body. Maybe they would search the woods, but I wondered how far in they would go. It didn’t make sense for someone who had just cascaded down the side of a mountain in a landslide to not only have survived, but to have clawed her way out of the dirt and wander across the woods for hours.

  I had been so enchanted by these woods that I hadn’t stopped to wonder if I should try to remain close to the settled debris. It made sense to go hunting for a clean water source, but perhaps I should have tried to establish some sort of shelter around the rock.

  As I reflected on these things, it occurred to me to abandon my wanderlust and find my way back. If I traced my way up the river, I reasoned, I could cut out the vast majority of the guesswork and search for the appropriate landmarks. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I hadn’t quite paid attention to where I had first encountered it. Worst case scenario, I veered back into the woods too soon, or too late. Either way, without any sort of a vantage point, the likelihood that I could return was incredibly low.

  I could only press forward and hope for the best.

  But there was more to it than that. I wanted to see more of these woods. I felt something drawing me closer, following this riverbank further along. I couldn’t explain it to myself, and I still can’t now – it was an irrational compulsion, driving me further into the heart of the forest. By now, I’d reasoned that I wasn’t anywhere near civilization. For all I knew, I’d wandered directly in the opposite direction. It occurred to me that I didn’t know of any major road that ran near here. But my path was set, and instead of being terrified…I was at ease, somehow.

  I felt like it didn’t matter that I didn’t know what I was doing. All that was important was pressing onward…and with my surprisingly intact stamina, it was easy to dispel my fears, putting one foot back in front of the other as I spotted a large, thick tree trunk in the distance, just a short ways from the river. It seemed as good as any a place to rest, and I made my way towards it.

  * * * *

  It was when I was resting at the c
rook of that tree, resting peacefully for about half an hour, that I saw the large grizzly bears. There were two of them, lumbering quietly towards me at a leisurely pace, and I tensed up for the first time in hours. It was then that I realized I hadn’t actually SEEN any active predators this entire time — not besides a few wolves that were slumbering to the side earlier, or a wildcat lazed on a tree bough above the river.

  The bears were clearly advancing on me, and I felt too terrified to move. Are these the kind of bears you challenge? Do you shrink down from them? What the fuck am I supposed to do?

  “You are not meant to be here,” a rugged voice warned me. My gaze reluctantly drifted from them to spot the broad, sculpted build of a man in the semi-darkness. He stood close and menacingly, his hand pressed against the tree as he watched me. Had I not been completely preoccupied with the approaching bears, I would have wondered why he was completely naked, his thick cock hanging between his legs.

  “The bears! What do I do?” I quietly shrieked.

  “That depends on you,” he answered, turning to the advancing bears. They paused, pacing in front of us but within lunging range.