by Casey Morgan
Just as I felt like I could stand no more, my four guys walked into The Lucky Spell Pot. Of course, they would be here tonight. I smiled to myself. Thankful for their presence.
And, like the first night we met, I would lock up with them. Except this time, we would leave, and I would go to the forest with them. Make love to them at Heart’s Lake and finally succeed in casting the Seeding Spell. My heart swelled and then started to break.
Life was so, so unbearably sweet sometimes. Even if it didn’t always last. I was sure of that.
After my most successful Harvest Festival in years, after hearing that both Maxine and Carl were charged with multiple counts of arson, intimidation and theft, I was ready to fulfill my destiny. I was ready to save Love’s Hollow, even if it caused me to lose the loves of my life.
I put a gentle hand on my belly and searched my heart for the presence that I knew was my growing baby. My daughter. At least I would have her as a reminder of the men I loved. And that was more love that I ever had before.
The guys immediately started to help out. It was late and patrons were slowly leaving the pub. Travis started to buss their tables and get the dishes into the kitchen. David took a position behind the bar, he rang up checks and ran credit cards. Alex cleaned and put away the liquor bottles behind the bar, and Eric helped people with their coats.
Tina came bouncing up to me, eyeing the men. “My last table is gone, Gwendolyn. Okay if I skip out a little early. I hear the Harvest Festival party is still rocking on main street.” She gave me a wink, that let me know that she was really leaving so I could be alone with my men.
I threw a dish towel at her grinning face. “Go on, Tina. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She grabbed her coat and scarf, grinning at me her whole way out the door.
A few minutes later, we were alone. Eric locked up the pub. I took a seat in one of the wooden chairs and watched as my men continued working. Travis started on dishes. Eric grabbed a broom. David started counting the till. And Alex started whipping down the bar. They were all so sweet, and helpful.
My breath caught and I had to fight to hold back tears. My baby would be without her fathers, but I had to do the spell. I couldn’t choose my love life over the wellbeing of the town. Could I?
Eric came up to me worried. “Did you overextend yourself?” he asked, his eyes searching my face. “Should we go? Is it too much for you to have more people around?”
I reached out and took his hand. “No, love,” I assured him, “I’m fine. I have news. Everyone gather round.”
All the boys stopped what they were doing and wandered over. They took a seat in a booth, the same booth they were sitting in the night we met. It was bittersweet.
I turned my chair to face them. “I have news. I’m pregnant.”
“Oh my God!” Travis actually squealed, then looked embarrassed. The other boys laughed at him, but it wasn’t harsh. I could see the joy on all their faces.
David took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “I'm glad. I know that you wanted this and we…” He gestured to all the boys. “We are excited to be fathers. We all talked about it and have decided to consider this child all of ours. No need to know who the biological father actually is.”
“That’s how I feel about it!” I grinned at all of them.
“So now that you are pregnant,” Alex leaned forward to look right in my eyes. “We have a spell to do, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” Eric joined in. “How do we do the spell, Gwendolyn?”
I looked over them all. Memorizing their loving faces. “We go on a hike.”
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Heart’s Lake was a fifteen-minute drive outside of downtown. The lake itself was not shaped like a heart at all. It was named for one of the Love’s Hollow’s earliest citizens: Jacob Heart, a werewolf who had saved numerous wolves, gathering them from all over the country and bringing them to our town. Jacob and my great great grandmother had been friends. Tonight, I wondered if they had been more than friends.
The sky above us was a deep black-blue. Just a few stars visible. The great Harvest moon was hidden by clouds. I hoped it would clear up and lend its gaze to my efforts tonight.
We hiked to the lake proper in silence. Travis laughed occasionally. This was his kind of adventure. Eric was solemn and thoughtful. David made sure Alex didn’t wander off the path chasing after a fleeing rabbit or some other distraction.
Finally, the lake stood before us. It’s cool waters as dark as the nights sky, reflections of the surrounding trees ringing its edges. It was beautiful. A wonderful spot for my last night with my men.
“What now?” Alex asked.
I started to undress. “I need to have each of you in the lake, one at a time. That will start the spell.”
“Sex? For a spell?” Eric asked, scratching his chin.
I nodded.
“I’m going to like magic!” Travis exclaimed, pulling off his clothes quickly.
Since he was the first undressed, I took his hand and lead him to the water. It was so cold, it took my breath away. I practically jumped into Travis’ strong arms.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he whispered in my ear. “It will warm up as we move.”
He walked into the water, until we were both wet and freezing. Then he started running his hands all over my cold body. Where his hands glided, my skin turned warm. He ran his hands over my stomach, down my thighs, and then settled on my breasts. My nipples were so cold and hard that his mouth felt like a furnace when he bent to suck them.
Leaning back, I wrapped my body to his, bringing my legs up and wrapping them around his waist. He pushed me against the dirt bank that surrounded the lake.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Travis
The moment I sunk my long, perfectly-curved and thick cock into Gwendolyn’s pussy, it had been worth the wait. Breathtaking, to be honest with you. In a way I didn’t regret, even when I made softest, gentlest sound I think I’ve ever made fucking a woman. But it didn’t matter, because she wasn’t just any woman. She was the one. The one woman I decided it was okay to drop my guard around.
And, oh my God, did she make it worth it! The moan she gave me in return was priceless. Unforgettable. I would never forget the sound of that, not even when I was ninety years old, and I had forgotten most things.
Sinking my cock deeper into her sweetness, I wrapped my hands around hers. They were currently clutching the bank of the pond I had pushed her to, looking out over Love’s Hollow in all of its Harvest finery. I pressed my lip to her exposed neck, beginning to pump her pussy soft and fast.
As I moved inside her, I felt her tremble, shiver, yet she was warm at the same time, all around my dick. I moaned again, moving a little faster and harder than before. Lingering as I pressed further in, and as I pulled out. As I raked my smoothness along ridges, sparking them to more and more life. More and more readiness. On both ends. On mine and on hers.
While my shaft felt more and more held by a textured, silky pillow made just for my manhood, I knew she felt more and more stimulated. More and more stirred up. I knew this by the way her insides rippled. The way they warmed from bath-water temperature to volcano. To molten-lava status. The way she’d begun to quake with me filling her, and not just from the cold air that surrounded us.
From the little snowflakes who were making their way down to the ground. A soft dance of snow around us.
Eric couldn’t stop fretting over as her bare breasts as he watched me push her further and further into the bank, massaging her tits more and more. As he did so, I saw each chubby, nubby raspberry nipple getting harder. Stiffer. Pokier with each passing second.
Each thrust in and out pushed her deeper into this little section of the bank, and I heard how much joy it was beginning to bring her. How much surprise.
“Oh, Travis!” she said. “It’s so hot! And so cold!” She panted wildly. Hungrily, even as I fed her more of me. Stuffed her full of every inch, and swiveled around inside. “I d
on’t know which I like more… I don’t know which feels better! They all feel so… So amazing!”
Here, she grunted. It was a cute, soft grunt compared to the ones I made sometimes, but it let me know I was really pushing all of her buttons. Getting fully and completely inside her. Indeed, I could feel her cervix opening just kissing the edge of my cock head as I press forward.
“You don’t have to like one more than the other,” I said, staring at Eric, who had started fisting his own cock, despite the snowfall beginning to happen around us. “You already chose to love all of us. All of our thick, big cocks that we get to fuck you silly with.” As I said all this, I pounded her in earnest. I plundered her depths hard and fast, willing her to come on my length, spill her juices on my shaft, at the same time I spilled my seed in her.
Speaking to her this way, reminding her of what a greedy and satisfied girl she was about to be, getting stuffed with not one cock, but four, she clenched around me. Rippled and rolled around me under the beginnings of an orgasm. The beginnings of which rocketed through her as I plunged my fingers into the front of her. Past the water that surrounded her, and straight to her eager clit. Fingering that as fast and hard as I could while I continued to fill her. Jam her full and fast of me, enjoying the feel of water around us. The slap of our wet, cool skin against one another.
Suddenly, my cock was huge and full of cum ready to blow in her. I gargled and groaned against it, trying to hold it back. I hadn’t planned to go just shy of her coming, but the way she was moaning, wiggling back and forth on my cock frenetically, that was enough to finish me.
Pull me closer and closer to a fiery, white-hot release. A release that was bubbling and frothing through my shaft and toward the tip with relentless, agonizing speed.
I grit my teeth, buckled down with the last bit of self-control I had, and pounded out a frenetic rhythm on her clit with my hand. Stroked and pinched it, until she buckled. Thrusting and shuttering, with quaking gasps. Both from her pussy and her mouth.
It was then that I let myself go. Pump her full of everything I had ever wanted to bury deep inside of her, solidify my place as one of her four beloveds. A fact I relished almost as much as the feeling of hot, swelling liquid splashing around in her. Coating her insights in delightful, thick streams. I pulled my hand and cock away from her, kissing her bitterly-cold shoulders.
I nodded to Eric, who was still working his shaft. Squeezing and pumping his head, fighting with his near-orgasm, as well as the cold air and tiny sprinkling of snowflakes.
He nodded back, wading into the water and taking my place in front of Gwendolyn, while I pulled myself towards the bank and the sand beyond it. I flopped out of the water and looked up at the falling snow. It all looked so magical. I wasn’t sure if the Seeding Spell was done yet or if I really even believed it would happen.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Eric
The first thing I did when I slid up to Gwendolyn to take Travis’s place, was to check in with her. Make sure she wasn’t too cold, or wanted to quit, rather than take me directly inside her. I leaned into her, put my hand around her barely pregnant belly, and kissed her shoulders. Her neck, hoping to warm them through.
“Are you too cold, darling?” I asked.
Even as I asked her this, my cock betrayed me. Expressed an interest in fucking her right here, right now. Instinctually, my manhood wanted to conquer his rival. To overwrite the first one to taste of her tonight, but I was also conscious of how exposed she was. How cold it really was outside, since I had been fighting with that myself, while watching Travis take her.
“I need you here, now,” she answered, her dark eyes starting to glow with an unearthly light. She rubbed her lower lips along my shaft. Her clit on the top of my head, as it explored her opening. “I think I need to have all of you to complete the spell. Here now.”
The emphasis she put on that word made my cock shiver and my balls squeeze. Though I wished I could taste of her for a full hour, I knew my cock wasn’t going to last that long. Already, even with just rubbing along her folds, and testing the warmth and wetness of her hole the tiniest bit, I knew I was done for. I knew I was as good as gone the moment I put myself inside of her.
“I’ll make this quick but pleasurable, my darling,” I whispered, righting my cock in front of her opening, holding it in place as I slipped forward.
My cock slipped inside her pussy. Dove inside her folds, feeling like he had just stepped into his own personal Jacuzzi. His own world full of warmth and texture. I murmured something in amazement. Didn’t have any clue what it was, and I didn’t care. Once inside of her, I wanted nothing more than to rub myself on her texture. Get off on the inner mosaic of her pussy walls, which is exactly what I proceeded to do.
Cradling her belly as much is I could, and holding her exposed bits as close to me as possible, trying to keep them warm, I went all out on fucking her. I move faster inside her, but not harder.
As I moved, I couldn’t help but imagine how much fuller and warmer she was going to feel when I exploded in a deep, welcoming warmth. When I sealed her with my own seed, and gave Travis a run for his money. These thoughts only made me sway in and out of her more and more, and my already-hard and ready cock swell. Fatten in her swirling insides.
But it was when she leaned into me, when she squatted down on my length, and began pumping herself back and forth on it, holding onto the lakes’ bank, and telling me that she was going to milk me dry for all the times I didn’t get as much fun as the rest of them, that I lost it. That I picked her up in her legs, and held her aloft in the gathering snow storm, while I plunged deeply inside her.
The moment my head slammed against the tight ring signaling the end of her pussy, and the beginning of her womb and cervix, I unleashed my bulk. My stream of seed and love, kissing her neck as I did.
She clenched down on me at that moment as well, moaning and whimpering. As my cum filled her, I heard and felt her squeeze and come as well.
I gave her a few final strong pumps, being sure to give her the last of my sweetness, before taking her off my still-hard cock, and into my arms. There, I carried her like a princess to the lake’s edge. An edge Alex splashed over the side of, immediately offering to take her from me. To help me with her delicate body, chilly bits and pieces.
“You’ll get warmed up in no time, sweetie,” said Alex, taking her in his arms. “And then you’ll get to have me all to yourself, before I hand you over to my big brother, who’s not used to being last in anything.”
Gwendolyn giggled, and allowed herself to be sat down on the lake’s edge.
While Alex jumped back in, and waded through the waters until he was right in front of her white feet. There, he spread her hips and legs open, and prepared to fill her a third time.
Chapter Forty
Alex
With Gwendolyn seated on the side of the bank like she was, her legs and hips spread open underneath my soft and moist hands, I couldn’t resist. I’d originally planned to eat her out. Give her some oral, before dipping inside of her, but I couldn’t stop myself. My dick wanted to taste her frosted lips, before she tasted mine.
So, as I opened her legs more and more, came to the side of the lake, lifted her legs so they were over my shoulders, and I thrusted inside of her. I did so fast and hard, as she threw her head back on the ground and groaned. Trembled under the sudden impact.
Drool formed at the edges of my mouth. She was just as warm as I’d imagined she would be after being so stuffed. I eased up a little bit, watching her.
“Sorry, sweetie,” I said. “I guess I’m a little eager to get in on the action. To taste your pussy for myself tonight. Sorry if I was a little too rough on you and the baby.” I caressed her stomach, feeling the weight of growing life there.
She looked up at me, just as Eric waded into the cold water, and dunked himself down and it.
“It’s okay, Alex. Nothing to be sorry for. I’m ready for you now.” She smiled dr
unkenly, her dark eyes glowing as if we were always going to be enough to intoxicate her. “I’m ready,” she said again. “Give me everything you’ve got, Alex.”
“I’ll give it to you just the way you want then, Gwendolyn. Everything,” I said, and plunged back into her. As her pussy squeezed and dragged itself around my length, I gasped. Choked on how new and different her textures felt to me. In general, and also with warm cum coating every bit of her.
I rammed myself in and out of it, imagining how good it must feel on her. How soft and electric it must’ve felt as I moved. Like everything is coated with warmth. I panted, and so did she, feeling a simultaneous swirl and bubble of all of those liquids. Of hers and Travis and Eric’s. They bunched around me. Sloshed around my shaft, challenging me to a duel. Compelling me to join them. To contest their marks left on her with my own.
I pulled her hips and ass closer to the edge of the water, picking up my speed and power. Now I wasn’t just making love to her. I was fucking her like some kind of wild animal. Like she was mine to claim in this way. It felt strange but freeing to me, since I was always more laid-back and sillier. Not anymore. Not when it came to making her feel good. Awakening all of her little ridges, peaks and valleys, and getting ready to shoot her full of me.
Already, I could feel my balls crimping and my shaft throbbing. Bunching as it eagerly sailed toward release. With each slap of my thighs against her ass, each flick of my stomach against her swollen, molten clit, she screamed. Yelped and howled, like she was also an animal. A beast, finally overtaken by her pack of wolves.
I growled, moving faster and stronger inside of her. Pushing and dragging my head and shaft through her entire length. I pressed myself into her deepest reaches, surprised and hungry when they reached back and squeezed me. Stuffed me inside greedily, and began to drink of everything I pumped out. Suck me dry, like a little vampire.