What may have been seconds stretched into an eternity, leaving nothing but the hiss and whispers of vegetation shifting all around me.
When the night air finally greeted me again, I was nearly tossed into another pair of waiting arms. The collision was jarring against a solidly muscular frame that towered over me.
Looking up, I saw the shadows of Bale’s scarecrow face lurking beneath the brim of his cap. The glowing eyes looked hungrier than ever for something darker than the secrets these fields held. Something more primal.
Stage two. Desire.
“Caught you, little kitty,” he rasped.
I could feel Corbin’s human form press against my back, his hand sliding across my stomach possessively. The scent of the clouds and turning leaves radiated off him.
Nipping at my ear, Corbin whispered, “You ready for us, baby girl? Cause we’re more than ready to have you.”
The silver rays of the moonlight cut a path between Bale and me when he stepped back, stripping off the grey wool vest overtop the dark blue button-up. Despite the worn leather gloves on his fingers, he worked every button of his shirt with ease to reveal the taut muscles of his chest in this form. Every ridge and line of muscle was more pronounced with the dark tan of his skin.
His hands hovered at the belt of his navy pants.
“Think you can handle seeing all of me?” he asked with a glimmer of amusement in his intense gaze.
Corbin dipped both hands underneath the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head.
Keeping my eyes locked on Bale. “I’ve already seen all of you, Bale. All the parts that matter.”
Working his belt open, his eerie smirk showed teeth that were sharper than a wolf ready to clamp down on the throat of its prey.
“Go on and show her what it means to be ours in these fields,” Corbin encouraged him.
While Bale unlatched the leather from the waist of his pants, hands shoving all the fabric away from his lower body, he never broke eye contact with me.
The rest of my own clothes and shoes were stripped methodically from my body by Corbin. Though I hardly noticed once Bale’s pants cleared his hips.
My eyes grew wide with awe and trepidation at thesight of him fully bare and proud in his shifted scarecrow form before me.
His cock was beyond anything I could have envisioned. Bigger in every way than his human form. Where there should have been veins pulsing with blood flow, it looked like hardened roots beneath the surface. The raised ridges promised absolute ruin.
Bale stepped forward, took my hand, and guided it to wrap around the base of his dick. At first contact, he let out a throaty groan.
Running a tentative stroke along the length of his cock, the outside felt as smooth as corn silk with the firmness of the husk. Leaking from the tip was what I could only venture to guess was this form’s version of precum. Instead of being a bead of clear liquid, it was thick, glossy, and sticky-looking. It reminded me of filthy and droolworthy tree sap.
My fingers dipped down, exploring all of him like this. Taking care to be gentle, I drew his balls into my palm, feeling the weight of them in my hand. They hung heavy at his base, dark and rough like two burlap sacks swollen with seed and soil.
My body responded to the contact, a fresh wave of heat between my thighs. Every breath felt inadequate with the need growing deep in my core.
“You still think you’ll be able to run after spreading your legs for us?” Corbin spoke against the back of my bare shoulder.
He must have taken the time to ditch his own clotheswhile Bale distracted me with his intimidating cock, because his bare erection was now insistently pressed against my ass.
Bale eased my hand away from him before closing the distance between our bodies. All that remained were those damn leather gloves. He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, while the other pushed between my thighs.
Without warning, two soft leather-clad fingers sank into my cunt. He pumped them in and out of my body slowly, letting me feel the elongated digits stroking parts hidden deep inside of me that had me crying out immediately in pleasure.
Corbin’s hands kneaded my exposed breasts, tugging and pulling at my stiff nipples ruthlessly.
“That’s a good kitty, taking what we give you,” Bale praised. “Got to make sure your pussy is ready for what we have planned for you.”
I writhed between the two of them, my thighs already trembling as Bale’s fingers scissored inside of me. My head fell back against Corbin’s chest as I gasped for air between the sounds tearing out of my throat.
My fated mate behind me was grinding his cock against my ass, making me a slave to my body’s desires, lust overriding sense.
