by L. A. Boruff
I slowly come to my senses. Húnn and Ran lift me up and carry me to the bed. Where a few months ago, one of them could have lifted me with one arm, it's now more comfortable to have both of them hold me in their strong arms. The brothers look down at me with heated, lusty eyes. They're waiting their turn, knowing that it's going to be Torben first, unless he decides to forego his alpha privileges. I turn my head to look at him. No, I don't think he's going to want to wait. While he's given me his blissful tongue, his cock has swollen to new grades of hardness. He's not going to last much longer.
The men gently lower me down onto the bed. Finn has already put a cushion in place to put beneath my back. I smile at his thoughtfulness. They've all become very good at knowing what's the most comfortable position for me. Ran lies down on my right while Hunn is on my left. Finn has sat down a little and my head is now close to his lap. And his cock. His gorgeous, erect, yummy cock. I'm already feeling myself grow wetter again. This time, Torben's tongue will not be enough. I need something more substantial.
My polar bear already knows. He's standing at the end of the bed and gently lifts my legs, holding them firmly in his large hands. His cock pushes against my entrance, teasing me. Usually, he'd push right in, but the whole pregnancy thing gets in the way, as always.
"Is that comfortable?" he asks, sounding far too unsure. I hate them worrying like that.
"Yes, I'd tell you if I wasn't," I snap. Oops, hormones. "Now put that thing in."
He laughs, then he's inside of me, filling me up. He moves slower than usual, more careful, so I grind my hips against him, showing him that I want it a little harder. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm breakable.
"Want something to occupy yourself?" Finn asks with a wide grin. His cock is close to my mouth and when I nod, he pushes it against my open lips. I take him into my mouth, my teeth grazing his skin, just the way he likes it.
He tastes just like he always does. At least one thing that hasn't completely changed flavour. In my fourth month, my taste buds suddenly decided that they hated chocolate and loved fish. Figure that one out. Luckily, they still like Finn's musky taste in my mouth. Thank the Gods for that.
I run my tongue over his cock, up and down, revelling at the thick veins that make my tongue tingle. At the same time, Torben is pumping into me, now a lot less gentle than he was at the beginning. Good. I hate being treated differently just because I have an elephant growing in me. I'd wonder what bear exactly I'm carrying, but I'm too busy moaning as both Húnn and Ran start touching me, their hands all over my body, my breasts, everywhere. I close my eyes and concentrate on their touch. The rocking of Torben's cock in me. Finn's taste. The fingers twirling my nipples and running over my belly. The cub kicks whoever is currently touching me. Good girl.
I get closer and closer again, my skin aflame, my insides ready to burst. I'm so ready. I moan against Finn's cock and he pushes it deeper into my mouth. I ignore my gag reflex and let him push further, opening my jaws as wide as I can. I'm in the position of power here, even though he might not think so. If I was to bite... well, better not think about that. I like being in charge.
Torben begins to breathe louder and his grip on my thighs is getting harder. Almost bruising, but I'm fine with that. He picks up speed, thrusting into me, although I can feel that he's still holding back. He's aiming for human sex, not the feral bear sex we sometimes have. No claws today, no biting, no fucking until we're almost unconscious. Hopefully, that will return once the cub has been born. I want to feel like a proper bear again, not like the human I once was. There, I admit it. I'm happier now as a bear shifter than I ever was as a human. Not something I'd ever thought I'd say, but I know it for sure now.
Torben groans and with one final thrust, shatters within me. I'm not quite there, but one of the guys notices and puts his hand between my legs, flicking that most beautiful spot that brings me over the edge. I follow Torben's ecstasy with the same sounds he's making. My nipples are hard in the hands stroking them and I'd arch my back if there wasn't a planet growing within me.
Torben glides out of me, leaving me empty and cold.
"Next," I whisper and my guys laugh. I keep my eyes closed as one pair of hands leave my breasts and a new cock enters me a moment later. He's thicker than Torben but a little shorter. Húnn or Ran, they're almost identical.
"Can I?" Finn asks roughly, his cock twitching in my mouth. I almost forgot about him.
I nod, unable to speak, and with a relieved groan, he comes deep within my throat. I swallow him, his taste, his essence, while Húnn/Ran is coming within me. That was quick. Another cock takes his place, this time it lasts longer, long enough for me to come again, screaming, convulsing around him, my hands reaching out for support. Fingers grab mine, holding me. Bodies slip into the bed on both sides, hugging me tightly as Finn finally puts his cock in me, hard again already, and fucks me the way I like it. Someone kisses me, Torben, I know his taste. His tongue plays with mine and I smile when I think what his tongue played with earlier.
Fingers on my breast, again, playing with my overly sensitive nipples. I really hope my boobs will stay this size once the cub is born. I love how full they are now, how big and perfectly round. They feel more tender than before and they were a little sore at the beginning, but now they're perfect. Please stay how you are, boobies, I beg you.
My mind is in pieces, I'm more floating than thinking. So many sensations, so many feelings. Finn is still pounding into me, gripping my thighs as if he needs something to hold on to. Kisses all over my belly. Then, pain.
Finn comes with a groan that shakes the room, I think he lost control of his bear for a moment. All I can think of though is the deep pain between my legs. Not from the sex, no, deeper.
I open my eyes and look up into Torben's icy blue ones.
"I think she's coming. The baby is coming."
That's when the first contraction hits me and I scream, making Torben growl as if there's an enemy to defeat. Ran looks ready to shift and Húnn is looking at me as if he's the one in pain.
Goodness, how am I supposed to get through contractions with these men around? Right now, I could do with a fellow woman on this island, but it's just me.
Suddenly, my breasts no longer feel like they want to be touched.
"Get off me," I hiss and try to sit up, but failing miserably. Húnn helps me roll to one side and I groan in pain. Fuck this hurts.
I really hope this cub is going to hurry up and leave my uterus this very second.
The men all stare at me as I slowly slide off the bed.
"I think you better decide on a name," I say weakly and grimace. "And if one of you suggests Ursula one more time, I'm going to divorce you."
"We're not actually married," Finn mutters, but I ignore him.
"Now get cleaned up. I don't want our little girl to see their fathers like this. And bring some towels, while you're at it. I also need a shower, I don’t want this baby to be christened with sperm."
I shudder inside as I listen to myself. Silly hormones, making me sound like a slave driver. Still, the guys do as I ask.
"What shall I wear?" Ran asks cluelessly. "It's not like the baby is going to appreciate a suit."
That's when the next contraction hits me and I wail in pain.
"Just put on clothes and be quiet while I suffer for what you've done!"
They all turn to me, confused.
I sigh. "Well, one of you put this baby in here, right? Now I'm the one who has to push it out, so better help me get comfortable."
Immediately four large, incredibly built men are by my side and at my disposal. Having my own bear sleuth definitely has its advantages.
"Are you sure about Ursula?" Finn asks with a snicker while Torben gets me my favourite chair.
"Yes," I growl.
"Not even as her middle name?" Húnn suggests with a wicked grin.
"No," I growl again.
Ran hands me a cup of tea and I stare at it. What am
I supposed to do with that?
"Tea calms you," he explains with a shrug. "I think you need to be calm now."
I let the cup fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.
"I'm not going to be calm!" I roar. "I'm about to have a baby!"
"Yes, we've noticed." Torben kneels in front of me, looking me straight in the eyes. "You're having our baby and we're here with you, for as long as this takes. We can't take the pain for you but we're going to do everything we can to make this as smooth as possible. Anything you need, we're here. We started this together, let's finish it together."
As if it was never there, my anger dissipates. In its place is something very soft and needy. A side I don't always show.
"Together?" I ask although I already know the answer. I've always known, ever since I met my bears.
"Together," they confirm.
"Let's have a baby," Torben says and it's an order that my little cub decides to follow immediately. Having an alpha amongst her fathers is going to come in very handy.
The End
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Marissa Farrar: Wolf-fully Theirs
“Come on Tegan. We’re going to be late.”
I stood on the road bordering the edge of the forest, hesitating. “But we haven’t even been invited.”
My best friend Ava turned and took a few steps back to join me, linking her arm through mine. “It doesn’t matter. Everyone is going to be there. It’s the hottest party of the year.”
I shivered in the cool weather. “It’s a Halloween party, outside, in the middle of the forest,” I pointed out. “One thing it’s not going to be is hot.”
I tugged at the hem of my tiny witch’s dress, trying to prove a point. I was hardly dressed for being outside in fall weather. I hated dress-up three hundred and sixty-four days of the year. Halloween was the one time I just about tolerated it, but I wished someone would come up with a costume that didn’t make me look as though I was about to go and earn my money by standing on a street corner.
“Come on, you two,” called Saffy from somewhere in the thicket of trees. The beam of the torch app on her phone cut through the dark. “I’m not going to this thing alone. Safety in numbers, remember.”
Ava raised her eyebrows at me as though to prove a point. Her point was that my stubbornness was going to get our other friend Saffron killed if we weren’t good enough friends to go with her.
I exhaled a huff of frustration and started walking, using my own phone light to illuminate the forest floor. “Fine. But if we all end up dead in a ditch by the end of the night, I’m not going to be the one held to blame.”
Ava squealed and hugged my arm tight. “I’ll totally take the blame if we all end up dead.”
I snorted but kept going.
“I don’t know,” I said as we wove our way through the trees, still not allowing my friends to waver my opinion. “Don’t you think it’s weird a whole bunch of people live out in the middle of the forest?”
“Not really.” Ava shrugged. “Some people don’t like to live on the grid. I think it’s actually kind of cool how they live. They’re self-sufficient. They take care of each other.”
“Like the Amish, you mean?” I arched my eyebrows.
“No, not like the Amish! Have you seen these guys? They are most definitely not Amish.”
I knew exactly what she was talking about. The men hosting the party were exactly that—men not boys. I’d caught glimpses of the Hesling men in town occasionally. They were tough-looking, with leather jackets and tattoos, and were often seen riding motorbikes. No, they definitely didn’t look like the Amish, but they also didn't look like people you’d want to mess with.
Saffy had slowed to let us catch up so she could join in the conversation. “I’ve heard all sorts of rumors about what goes on out there. Apparently, they seduce young women and keep them as breeding slaves. They lock them up in their basements to be used by all the men as many times and as often as they like until they finally get bored of them and kill them.”
I stared at my friend. “And you want us to go to their party?”
She burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! Relax, it’s Halloween, remember? We’re supposed to tell scary stories.”
A shudder worked its way down my spine. “Yeah, scary stories—not stories about things that actually might happen.”
“Don’t be crazy. Do you think the cops would turn a blind eye if that kind of thing was going on? I bet if those guys put a single toe out of line, the police would jump on them.”
I frowned, remembering what I knew of the Hesling family. “They’re all foster kids, aren’t they?”
Saffy nodded. “Yeah, they were when they were younger. Everyone calls them the Hesling brothers, but they aren’t actually related in any way. Ralph Hesling is who passes as their father, I guess, and keeps everyone in line. I don’t know why he and his wife would want a bunch of adult foster kids living with them, though.”
“I hope Ralph Hesling manages to keep them in line tonight.”
Saffy stuck her tongue out at me. “Party pooper.”
She stumbled over a tree root, almost ending up on her knees. “Shit!”
“You okay?” I asked.
Saffy checked the front of her outfit, which was essentially a cheerleader dress, and didn’t look very Halloweeny at all to me. “My tits almost fell out then. I’ll have to be careful of that.” She threw me a wink over her shoulder. “Unless I decide to use it as a tactic to get the attention of one of the Hesling boys, of course.”
I tried not to feel jealous at both of my friend’s generous curves. I hadn’t been blessed in that area and had ended up tall and skinny instead. While they bemoaned having to spend a fortune on expensive bras and dressing around their chests and hips, I was just thankful my tits stuck out farther than my shoulder blades.
Ava suddenly pulled me to a halt. “I can hear something.”
I held my breath and strained my ears, trying to pick up on what she’d heard. Saffy had stopped, too.
Yes, Ava was right. Faint music filtered through the trees.
Saffy squealed and clapped her hands. “We’re almost there.”
Fresh nerves churned my stomach as we kept going. I was sure we wouldn’t be the only outsiders. Plenty of the kids at school had talked about coming to this party—I just hoped they were actually coming, and it wasn’t only talk. I had images of us arriving and everything going silent as the Hesling family all turned to stare at us.
The tang of smoke filled the air, and as we got closer, the crack and snap of a bonfire burning reached my ears. The music grew louder and with it came the yells and whoops of people having fun. The knot that had been tightening inside of me with every step loosened.
We broke through the trees into a clearing and drew to a halt. In the middle of the clearing, a large bonfire roared high into the air, orange and yellow sparks flying. I was surprised they were allowed one so big in the middle of the forest, but then I remembered these guys did whatever the hell they wanted. Dotted between the t
rees, in little clearings of their own, were several wooden cabins. These must be the Heslings’ homes. I knew from local gossip that there weren’t only members of the Hesling family who lived here. There were other couples, some with children even, who were part of the community, but the Hesling family were the leaders of the group.
But it was the people around the bonfire who drew my attention. Three men, naked from the waist up, danced around the flames as though they were taking part in a pagan ceremony. Each man was beautifully proportioned, the muscles of their abs and pectorals shining with sweat in the flickering firelight. One had tattoos decorating his chest and biceps. They each wore wolf masks that were so lifelike they made my heart race.
Other people sat around, drinking from what I assumed were cans of beer. The air was filled with laughter and whooping, all intermingled with rock music I didn’t recognize. A haze of smoke clouded the air, drifting higher only to be lifted across the canopy of the surrounding trees, and an orange glow lit the sky.
My stomach lurched as I stared at one of the men cavorting around the fire. It looked as though his neck and bare shoulders somehow blended in with his wolf mask. No, it looked to be more than a mask. It was more like an actual head.
I shuddered. Surely there was no way they’d be wearing actual wolf heads? There were gray wolves still to be found in Montana. Did the Heslings go out and hunt them, and use the heads as dress-up? The idea horrified me.
“I don’t like this.” I grabbed both Saffy and Ava’s hands and tried to pull them back. “I think we should go.”
Saffy turned with a frown. “What are you talking about? We just got here.”