by Sable Drake
Her legs dangled uselessly. He nudged them apart and lowered her toward that waiting, rigid spike of flesh. She wanted to shriek but couldn't, not until the monstrous length of it slammed home. Then she shrieked, like a siren. Her tissues stretched almost unbearably. She thought he would split her in two.
They dropped to the forest floor again, Rommie's weight crushing her. He rocked his hips back, withdrawing so that only the tip of his cock was in her, and then thrust it all the way in again. She shrieked again, but clawed at his furry shoulders and hooked her ankles over the backs of his thighs, and drove her hips up to meet him as he commenced a hard, fast, pounding fuck.
She was sure that it still hurt, probably hurt like hell, but any pain was totally lost in a roaring rush of ecstasy. This was what she'd always wanted. To be pinned and helpless, ravished by a hairy brute, fucked mercilessly. She came twice before losing track of her orgasms, before they just blurred together in a cataclysmic thunder.
Rommie howled, and she howled with him, and he pumped in and out with bestial frenzy. The waving black banner of his tail slapped against her knees as his buttocks flexed, driving him deep. He erupted within her, flooding her with hot liquid, and the spasms of his cock sent her into the throes of a final shattering climax.
All Jaylee could do was quiver and make little mewling noises. Rommie clambered off, crouched over her, and shook himself like a wet dog. He made a whuffing noise.
As he sat back on his haunches, his transformation reversed itself. Fur fell away in drifts. His forehead rose, his jaw receded. Gristle popped as his limbs rearranged to a human configuration.
He looked at her. She looked back, not knowing what she would say even if she'd been able to speak.
"Like you guessed," he said, "I am a werewolf. Always have been. Born that way."
"Oh." It was the best she could muster.
She was wringing with sweat, coated with his shed hair, sticky, achy, and more utterly sexually satisfied than she had ever been in her entire life. Not even the long ago boyfriend had left her feeling like this.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Yeah. Do… do you do this a lot? To other women who come out here?"
Never been one like you," he said. "Never one that I thought might still want me after I changed."
"How did you know that I would?"
A rustle made her turn her head. The other wolf stalked into the clearing and shot Rommie a very sentient reproachful glare, then sat down with its tail curled around its forepaws and its shining green eyes on Jaylee.
"Don't give me that look," Rommie said to the wolf. "Told you, I saw her first. I had to run you off."
The wolf growled. Jaylee remembered what it had done to her, what she had let it do, and how much she had liked it. A renewed redness colored her cheeks, but at the same time, a renewed twinge of arousal kindled in her loins.
Rommie winked at her. "Remy fancies you, too," he said. "But I had dibs."
"Remy?"
"My brother. Twins."
"Ah," Jaylee said. "Nicknames? Short for Romulus and Remus?"
"Not very original," he admitted. "But Mom thought that it suited us."
"So he's a werewolf, too?"
"Right, though Remy prefers to spend most of his time all the way in wolf-form, while I spend most of mine as a man. I'm sorry if he scared you."
"What… um… what are you going to do with me now?" she asked with considerable trepidation.
"I suppose you can guess what Remy would answer to that," Rommie said. "I keep telling him he'd have better luck with women if he went around on two legs some of the time. But he likes it best down on all fours. What can I say?" He shrugged.
Remy trotted over to Jaylee. The terrifying, fierce wolf of earlier was gone, replaced by an oversized puppy giving her a hopeful, head-tilted, yearning gaze with big winsome eyes.
She couldn't help laughing and ruffled his ears. He let his tongue loll out.
"You… don't mind?" she asked Rommie.
He shrugged again. "You don't owe me anything. I had my first dibs. After that, it's all up to you."
"I must be out of my mind," Jaylee muttered. She looked at Remy. The wolf whined appealingly, and inched closer, wagging his tail.
It was insane, totally wrong, but before she could stop to talk herself out of it, she rolled onto her hands and knees and presented her backside to the wolf. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Remy's and Rommie's green eyes had widened in identical expressions of surprise and joy.
Remy wasted no time. He situated himself behind her and raised his forepaws onto her back. They altered a little, feeling more like human hands as they gripped her sides. His hot, furry body covered hers. His huge cock plunged in, its way greatly eased by how stretched and lubricated Rommie had left her.
Overwhelmed by sheer sensation, Jaylee was almost a wild animal herself. She bucked to meet each of Remy's rapid thrusts, hardly caring that his clawlike nails were digging into her ribs.
Rommie, erect again, knelt in front of her. She didn't need to be asked or instructed. She opened her mouth and drew him in. He was still human, but the taste of the wolf was on him, and the taste of her juices, and she sucked him hard and took him as far down her throat as she possibly could.
They went on like that, switching positions until they had tried almost every permutation and combination that Jaylee could think of, until all three of them were utterly spent and exhausted.
At last, they lay in a heap together, her with her head pillowed on Remy's furry side, Rommie with his head on her stomach, limbs entwined.
Around them, the forest night was silent, and the full moon rode high in the midnight sky above.
* * * *
"What do you mean, you're not coming back?"
"I told you, Marion… I met someone."
"He must be someone pretty damn special; you've only been up there a week."
"Oh, he's special, all right. He's wonderful. Everything I ever wanted."
"Yeah?" Marion paused. "Has he got a brother?"
Jaylee laughed. "Actually, he does, but I don't think he's your type."
"Why not?"
"Too hairy," Jaylee said as she ended the call.
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