He glances up at Ranulf.
“You may be right,” Ranulf agrees. “Beric is a big bastard all over. Even now that her pussy has softened, it is sure to be a strain…” He trails off.
Beric is drooling and growling against the side of my throat, his fur tickling against my back as he edges in closer.
“Aye,” Alden agrees, grinning. “It was for the best that we both took her first. She will be well ruined once Beric has his turn.”
Ranulf grabs the root of his cock and gets a glint in his eyes as he looks at me.
He can’t mean what I think he means, can he?
I shake my head.
He steps closer, grips my hair in one hand, and slides his cock head over my lips.
The scent hits me.
My lips remain tightly sealed even though my mouth is watering for the taste.
Then something thick lodges at my pussy entrance… and pushes… and pushes.
I try to peer back. “Umn num!”
“Suck,” Ranulf commands. “Take my seed in all ways like a good girl. It will give you something to think about while you take my pack brother.”
My pussy gives a little, and the blunt head of Beric’s beastly rod surges a small way in. My lips pop open, and my wail is lost around Ranulf’s thick member, filling my mouth as he slides all the way to the back of my throat. And there he holds it, half suffocating me.
The cock wedged in my pussy surges deeper, before Beric commences a series of brutal, shallow thrusts that leave my body with no choice but to give.
Ranulf shoves his thumb between my teeth, holding my jaw open as he begins to fuck my mouth.
“That’s a good fucking girl,’ Alden says darkly. “Look at you taking my brothers so well. We’ll soon get a litter of pups in your belly. The best way to settle a new mate down is to get them good and bred.”
He reaches down and toys with my nipples, pinching and tugging them roughly as Ranulf fucks my mouth, and Beric pounds ever deeper into my pussy.
I dribble all over Ranulf’s cock and my chin. Tears stream down my cheeks.
So full, everywhere, too much cock, too much stimulation. I pulse and flutter on the brink of a monstrous climax, just hanging on the cusp. Worse, I am pushing back, seeking the pleasure that will be mine if only I could take all of Beric. The taste of Ranulf on my tongue is driving me near delirious.
“Gods, she is lusty,” Alden says, pride filling his voice. “Look at her humping back, trying to take more of Beric’s cock. She is greedy for it.”
“Stunning,” Ranulf agrees. “She is teasing my cock head with her tongue. It is all I can do to hold off. Does that feel good, mate? Having our cocks inside you, filling you all up. By the time we’re done with you, you will feel empty without us. You’ll be bending over and encouraging us to fuck you all the time, for you won’t like the emptiness of your stretched pussy being untended.”
His words are crude, filthy, yet they paint a picture of a future before me.
“Shifter cum does things to a lass. Changes them. Creates a permanent kind of heat. You will be begging us for our cocks night and day, sucking us off, and using any opportunity you can to crawl on our laps if we don’t tend to you often enough, begging us for our seed. It will be worse once you’re with child—bred.”
Beric’s teeth graze the back of my throat. His drool drips from me to the forest floor. His cock is still not fully in, and I begin to fear that it won’t go any deeper.
“That’s our good girl,” Ranulf purrs. “Try and relax. Let our pack brother in. You can be sure he will fuck you anyway. But it will go easier if you can be good for him.”
My body cares not for my mental worry. My body demands I give myself over to the untold pleasure waiting just beyond my reach.
And I feel myself lifting, letting go of my earthly bounds and constraints.
I see myself from above, a tiny human lass surrounded by shifters. One is in werebeast form, his massive bulk curved around me as he mounts me. The other two are human. One crouches beside me, teasing my nipples, watching my expression of rapture. The third man, tall and regal, takes his pleasure from my mouth, his taste filling my senses, even as my pussy flutters ever closer to detonation.
So tiny.
