The Wolf At My Door

by Sam Hall

  “Get her there,” Slade snapped. “Can’t…much longer.” Brandon’s mouth grew hungry, and Slade shifted his angle slightly and… Oh, fuck! That aching spot deep inside swelled in response, plumping out under the hard thrusting attention. I felt the prickle of orgasm, little pinpricks of pleasure all starting to fire at once, and then… Slade rolled into me as my body twitched and pulsed, cutting through my response until he finally slammed in as far as he could go, jerking and spasming against me.

  I slid off Slade, legs trembling, and then got on my hands and knees. “More.”

  “On it,” Brandon said. No more teasing touches, he rubbed his cock against my entrance and then slammed into me. Fuck yes! My body, still sensitised by orgasm, was ready to pick right up where we were. His pace was punishing. Instead of the slow build to orgasm, I’d almost stayed where I was, in the delicious state of pleasure just before you come, his hard thrusts keeping me there and pushing me higher. I spread my legs slightly, letting him shove in deeper so he bottomed out, making me feel completely full. His thumb swept along my folds as he fucked me, and I didn’t know why until his hand snaked down my spine, to my butt. His finger was slippery as it swiped across my arse, gentle at first, and then insistent. I groaned as he pushed his thumb in, and then it all came undone.

  I didn’t know what he was doing, what I was doing, as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. It felt almost like an out of body experience, pure joyous exhilaration. The world, everything, was alright, a sweet, sharp place of endless ecstasy. I dimly felt myself coming and coming, like each orgasm provoked the next. I was helpless, swept along by the waves, completely abandoning myself to it. It took me a long time to come back to myself, but when I did, I found I was laid down in a cocoon of bodies, panting.

  “You OK, princess?” Slade croaked. I couldn’t piece together the meaning of the words, let alone a response. It was the sensation that I noticed most, the feeling of all of this hard flesh around me. My eyelids felt like lead, and the ache in my body had finally been sated, so I let myself go loose and fell asleep.

  21

  I woke up the next morning somewhere quite different. I was in a bed, a very big bed, inside a plain white room, the sun streaming in through a large window with a view of the forest. I was also not alone. I looked up to see three bodies curled around mine. As I shifted, I felt a twinge of pain, not sharp, more like a strained muscle or something. I glanced at my hands and then under the sheet, noticing I no longer had the stitches or wounds, not even scars to mark where they were. I was also clean, which seemed strange after last night’s hijinks. Uh! I felt a spasm of pleasure down low, reminding me just how much fun I had with that. I rolled my eyes, I had surely had enough sex to last me for years to come. I felt the slickness between my thighs as I shifted, trying to climb free to my feet. Apparently not.

  I headed into the kitchen after going to the bathroom, and looked around. The place smelled of dust and a slight dankness, as if it had been locked up for some time. There was a box sitting on the counter with a jug and some coffee, thank god. I looked out the window after putting on the kettle, and that’s when I saw them. I moved to the door, unable to believe what I saw.

  Rows of men sat or stood on the grass outside the house, watching. A ripple went through the crowd as I emerged outside, spines straightening, men getting to their feet. I felt the tension in the air multiply exponentially. My head snapped to the right when I saw one of them had camped out on the porch, his face a mask of blood. He winced when he got up, only managing an awkward hopping limp. His body was torn, that’s the only word for it, I saw furrows over much of it, even over his scalp. Most of his hair was a matted bloody mass, but a few blond strands fluttered free, almost in mockery of his state. My hand jerked to my mouth. “Shaun?” He nodded slowly, each movement costing him.

  “I need to shift.”

  “You’re asking me permission? Of course, do that. Oh my god!” I watched his transformation, painfully slow. At times, it looked like his body was fighting against it, wanting to stay human. Finally, he collapsed and turned into a grey Tirian, whining mournfully, then came to lay himself at my feet. I looked back at the crowd, saw some of the men were unfamiliar, older, and thought back to what Brandon had said about the bonds between packs breaking down when affection ends. Is that where they had come from? Their wives’ beds?

  “What do you want?” I snapped. They just watched me with flat staring eyes, knowing what I did, that they wanted what the guys inside had. I looked them over for a moment and felt a pang of fear. Shaun had obviously stood guard last night and held them off, but how was it possible? He was only one, and they were many. “I don’t want you! Any of you!” Liar, the voice in my head said. Helpfully, my brain supplied me a blow by blow memory of my fight with the horde of them. Part of my exultation was in the carnage I had wrought, seeing the scratches and gouges on their flesh as a celebration of this, and wondered what a more sensual experience with the group of them might be like. I grimaced, I’d just fucked two guys I’d not slept with before and had my first threesome, foursome, whatever. Taking on thirty odd blokes, irrespective of the fact I was now a shapeshifting wolf monster, was a bit beyond the pale for me. What had happened to the ones I’d slashed and gutted? I thought in belated alarm. My eyes searched for signs of old wounds that would let me know, but I couldn’t see any. “If I choose anyone else for my bed, I’ll let you know. But you stay here, you automatically get nothing. Now, get off of my property!” My voice held the echoey growl of my Tirian form, and the effect was instantaneous. As one, the men turned, some on two feet, some shifting to four. Shaun came over and rubbed his great head against my shoulder, and I dug my fingers into his fur. I was amazed that despite its strange smoky appearance, it still felt like raw silk. When I looked back into the house, I saw Finn in the kitchen, watching me with a small smile on his face.

  I was still frowning as I went back into the kitchen to grab a coffee, Finn putting one in my hands and then surrounding me, his chest against my back, his arms on either side of me grabbing the bench top. I should have felt crowded, overwhelmed, but as his scent settled around me, the feel of his skin against mine, something inside me loosened and relaxed. “I just told a bunch of guys off, naked,” I said, belatedly realising that clothes are usually a requirement for social interactions.

  “Yeah, you did,” he said, burying his head in my neck and trailing light kisses there.

  “Shaun got fucked up last night. Seriously, he looks like he’s been ten rounds with a meat grinder.”

  Finn pulled back a little, sweeping my hair back into place and took the hand without the mug in it. “He stood guard. Usually we would post more guys, but we didn’t have more, and everyone was a bit…distracted. He did that voluntarily, with honour. He was worried because of the way the two of you had left things that coming to your bed last night would be a presumption. He was trying to prove his worth to you, Jules.” I looked over at the huge animal who was curled up on the bare dining room floor.

  “And if he hadn’t?” I asked.

  “No man here is as strong as you are now, not even several men together would be enough to overpower you. But a large group of guys,” my brain flashed to the memory of Macca and his pre-made pack, “that can be harder to fight off. Now we know you can shift, we’ll start training you. Aaron has a program worked out for you. Once the honeymoon is over, you’ll start training every day.”

  “The honeymoon? Are we married? Is this arrangement permanent?”

  “No, they call it that because everyone is…” He pushed his hands between my thighs and speared his fingers upwards, making me groan. “…very receptive.”

  Which was how I ended up bent over the kitchen bench as he went to work. He didn’t draw out the foreplay like Brandon did. Instead, his almost rough caresses provoked a different kind of pleasure. I seemed to slip between the hard thickness of his fingers, a dizzying flurry of sensations rippling through my body as he moved mo
re urgently, from sliding two fingers in a V along the sides of my clit, to shoving them inside me and spreading me wide for him. “Fuck me…” I growled, feeling myself drip in anticipation.

  “But I--”

  “Do it!” In the cold, hard light of day, my pushy Tirian behaviour seemed really weird, especially as I remembered how overbearing I had been last night. I couldn’t seem to help it, it just slipped out, like getting snappy when sleep deprived. I heard a rustling and then all of a sudden, he was pushing in. “Oh, fuck…” I gasped, going up on tip toes, almost as much to move away from him, as to make it easier for him to get inside me.

  “There,” he panted once he was in deep, waiting, for me to move? For my body to adjust? I didn’t know. His hand snuck around, then started to circle my clit, and I shifted, grinding down on him.

  “Hard…fast…” I said, the cold stone of the bench top pinching at my nipples as they caught on the surface.

  “But…”

  “Not going to last long,” I said, feeling a deep pressure build. Like many women, orgasm could be easy as falling off a log, or a far-off planet I was never going to visit, but was a process made a whole lot easier by my transformation. I could feel it now, a low down burn that I could reach for at any time. I could have multiple, hard quick ones, or put it off and put it off for one big payoff that would bring me to my knees. That knowledge, that surety, was enough to make me relax into his strokes. I hadn’t realised how much anxiety about being able to get there had been ticking away in the back of my mind. I stretched out, my spine a flat line, and spread my legs further. “Harder,” I growled.

  I was so going to regret this later. He was too deep, too fast, but right now the stretching sensation that should have hurt just sent indescribable waves of pleasure through my body. His fingers dug into my hip, forcing me hard against him, and I closed my eyes. Something soft brushed against my lips, and my eyes snapped open to see Shaun in human form and healed, perched on top of kitchen bench with a question in his eyes. I drew him closer, my tongue burying itself in his mouth when our lips touched. His hands dropped to my breasts, circling and tugging at my nipples.

  “Oh fuck!” Finn said, slamming himself hard inside me. I could feel every pulse of his cum. I moved automatically onto the bench top, crawling up beside Shaun, but he slipped off. I frowned, but he spread my legs wide and moved in, mouth open.

  “Join me,” I said before he made his first swipe. He paused, and then waited for me to reposition myself before climbing on top. His head ducked down to give my clit a few quick licks, so I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock and sucked the crown between my lips. His muffled moan sent a shiver of vibrations into my clit, which felt delicious. I responded by arching my neck and letting him push deeper down my throat. My hand crept up and trailed along the inside of his thigh before cupping his balls. They were high and tight, he wasn’t going to last long, so I let my tongue wriggle along his length as he slid in and out. Right now, I was in a holding pattern, his mouth was a lovely sucking pressure, working me higher and higher, but I needed something more. As if thinking it made it so, long hard fingers pushed into me making me groan around Shaun’s cock. His hips jerked at the sensation, forcing himself down a little further than I was used to.

  “What a sight to wake up to. Turn her over, Shaun so we can all play.”

  I nearly cried out as the lips on my clit detached, but in a blur of motion, I was repositioned into the same position, except now I was the 9 rather than the 6. The hands in the room seemed to have multiplied. Fingers pushed in, circled my breasts, plucked at my nipples, ran over my butt.

  “Pass me the lube,” one of them said, and then a now familiar well greased pressure began to push against my arse. I nearly choked when it popped inside, my mouth going wide, and Shaun pushing his cock in deeper. The same feeling, of being carried along, swept away by the pleasure, wrung from my body. It was too much, a cacophony of sensation from so many sites, they were beginning to blend together into one overwhelming wave. The fingers in my cunt curled up sharply just as Shaun began to thrust, fast and erratic down my throat. I groaned as the orgasm finally broke, pulling me everywhere at once. Strangely, the sensation of Shaun’s cum spasmodically spurting just added to it.

  When reality reasserted itself, I found there were four naked guys around me, two looking drained and tired, the other two with lazy smiles. “How are you feeling?” Brandon asked, running a hand through my hair as Shaun wriggled free and climbed down off the bench top.

  “Good. No, that’s a manifestly inadequate word. I was dying, wasn’t I?” He nodded. “I don’t know how to put it into words, it’s kind of overwhelmed, drained, hot, satisfied. Actually, that’s probably the best word for it, satisfied.” He, all of them, smiled at that. Apparently, that was the goal this morning. I jumped down next to Slade and Brandon and looked down. “But you aren’t.”

  “Don’t worry too much about that,” Slade said, pulling me closer into a hug that Brandon quickly joined. “We are masters of rubbing a quick one out if needed. The early birds get the worm, so to speak.”

  “So you don’t want me to…” I said, circling Slade’s dick with one hand and Brandon’s with the other. They both shivered in response.

  “But if you’re done…” Brandon said breathily.

  “Yeah, but you’re not. I get I was all ‘do this, then that’ last night, but I’m not about to turn into a dick just because I can grow fur at will,” I said. “Let’s go into the bedroom where small children are less likely to see what we’re up to.”

  “No kids near the honeymoon house,” Slade said, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we walked. “You guys coming?”

  “I’m going to make some breakfast. I imagine everyone will be starving,” Finn said.

  My stomach growled in a Pavlovian response.

  “Be right back,” I said. “What about you, Shaun?” He seemed to be the least comfortable with the group. His eyes flicking to the other men, as if worried about their reaction.

  “I’d love to, but I don’t have another one in me for a bit, sorry,” he said.

  I saw just how big the bed was when we re-entered the bedroom, it looked like several king size mattresses stitched together. Shaun reclined on one side, watching my hands run up and down the men’s bodies.

  “I think this is the first time I’ve really seen you,” I said, suddenly feeling a little shy in front of Brandon. He was the guy recommending romance novels and talking about feminism to me a few days ago. He felt like something else altogether now. I shoved him back so he landed on the bed, looking a bit wide-eyed as Slade flopped down next to him. “Now, what was it you were doing to me last night?” I said, running my fingers gently up and down his inner thighs. He arched slightly under my ministrations, trying to direct my hands to where he wanted them, but I didn’t play along. Instead I turned to Slade. Smirking at Brandon, I grabbed Slade’s dick and licked it slowly like a lollipop.

  “Oh, fuck…” one of them groaned, I wasn’t sure who. I wrapped my fingers firmly around the base and licked from there to head, swirled my tongue and then back down again in few slithering movements. “Uh..!” it must have been Slade. His hips started to move, thrusting up desperately as I sucked his knob, trying to force it deeper into my mouth. “C’mon, honey, you want breakfast, and you’ve still got to do Brandon,” Slade said.

  “If you’re going to complain,” I said, releasing my hold. I smiled at Slade’s hiss of frustration, and then shifted over to Brandon. He looked down the length of his body, arms propped up on his elbows as he watched me draw closer. This was the first time I’d seen him up close and personal; I hadn’t been in the right frame of mind yesterday. He was long, longer than most of the guys, but not as thick and rigid, veins standing out proudly. I placed a careful kiss on his hipbone, prominent against his olive skin, slowly, slowly trailing my lips down, only to pull away at the last minute.

  “For the love of all that’s holy, I’ll
never tease you again if you… unh!”

  “Mmmm…” I purred as I took him in my mouth, almost smiling around his length as his hips bucked at the vibrations.

  “Gods, Jules…” he gasped as I stopped stuffing about, taking him deep and sucking hard. I jerked my head up and down his dick, feeling the involuntary twitches and shifts of his muscles as I pushed him higher. “Not gonna… Gonna come if….”

  I rolled away from him as his gasps grew strained, chuckling at Brandon’s howls of frustration, then turned to Slade. He watched me with slitted eyes, but his dick was still straining hard. “You little bitch,” he said rolling to his knees. He grabbed my hair at the base and pulled me closer, trying to shove his cock past my lips, but I refused to open. He let go finally in frustration, he was beginning to learn. As a reward, I slowly swallowed his dick down and then began to move. Perhaps learning a lesson from Brandon, Slade stayed quiet, only the steady rasp of his breath giving his growing arousal away. He started to get my rhythm, trying to join in and thrust his dick inside my mouth, but I merely slowed my movements and drew back until I sucked on only the tip. “Jules, please!”

  I pulled back and listened with a smirk for Slade’s cursing to slow down. When he was quiet, I gestured to both of them to come closer. Their brows creased and they looked furtively at each other as they shuffled a little closer, then a bit closer again until finally, their twitching dicks almost touched. I grabbed each of them and took the almost out of the equation, ignoring their spluttered complaints and shutting them up with a long lick along the gap between them. My tongue was sandwiched between their erections, forced flat to caress the both of them. When I got to the heads, I pulled back and began to lick a figure eight that wound around each man’s knob. I looked up to see if their protests were really in earnest, then opened and wide and did my best to take as much of them as I could inside.