by Willow Wilde
Rionn took back control beneath me as my focus was kept on Rosco’s punishing cock – the shifter’s hands clenched deeper into my hips as he held me in place, thrusting upwards harder and faster. I loved being used by them – all semblance of control taken from me as they occupied my body, using it to pleasure themselves. I wanted to get both of them off, to know that I had drained them of their seed. That I had brought these incredibly handsome men to completion by myself.
Rosco pulled himself free from my mouth now, and I gratefully took the moment to swallow a full deep lungfuls of air. Concentrating on Rionn again, I wondered what Rosco was going to do next – I mean, my mouth was the only opening he could use, right?
Wrong.
I felt a slight pressure against my hidden star, and almost panicked for a moment.
“Don’t worry,” I heard reassuringly in my ear as the tip pushed against my asshole. “I’ll be gentle. Let me do this, and you’ll experience things you’ve never felt before.”
“Are you…sure?” I gasped while Rionn bucked against my hips again, before stopping to hold me in place.
“Certain,” he answered, and slowly pushed himself inwards. He was incredibly careful as he did so, using my saliva across his cock as improvised lubricant. With the smallest cock of the three (although still bigger than any I’d previously seen), he was the easiest one out of them to take inside.
Inch by inch, he pushed himself deeper inside, pausing periodically to draw back. He would always reclaim the lost ground and then some, strategically working with my ass as he sheathed more of his cock inside. Finally, he was satisfied with the distance, and his hands snaked up to my breasts as he squeezed, his mouth biting into my shoulder.
We lunged back into our lovemaking, as the two of them pushed against each other, their cocks separated only by a thin wall of flesh. Rosco’s grasping fingers brushed my nipples again; with the combination of the sensations they were making me feel, they sent small spasms down my spine.
I gasped out my satisfaction with my chest still heaving. Rosco had been right – it was a painful adjustment, but it mixed in equal parts pleasure. It helped that they staggered their rhythm, as Rosco always pulled out as Rionn pushed in, and vice versa.
It was as I had my eyes closed, my palms on Rionn’s chest and losing myself to the sensations, that I felt the third cock enter the fracas. Opening my eyes, I realized that Randall was here again, pushing his cock against my lips. His eyes were furious, jealous, filled with absolute animalistic hunger.
He wasn’t asking.
He was demanding.
I parted my lips around his tremendous girth and took him into my mouth, adding him to the shifters inside. As he rested his hands on my head, I bobbed up and down on his cock, eager to relieve him of his envy. It was clear to me that he had been unable to take watching his shifters fuck me anymore, not without entering the fray himself. Hearing his first little groans as I teased his shaft with my tongue, I felt a certain sense of pride.
I had made this incredible hunk of man jealous. He had been dying to get another piece of me.
Taken by all three shifters, desperately trying to get them all to completion around me, I felt them use my body between them. Rionn clenched into my hips as he thrust upward, bringing his hips to mine as he groaned in bliss, feeling my velvety folds surround his rock-hard cock. Rosco, meanwhile, fucked my ass into submission as he hunched over my back, his hands grasping my heaving breasts firmly, massaging the pillowy skin and feeling my erect nipples slide between his fingers. Randall held my hair, dominating my mouth as I sucked down his thick, juicy erection, the fullness pushing into my throat as I pleased him.
It wasn’t long before the three of them started to experience the mounting sensations of climax. Rosco and Rionn were the first – somehow, they met their peak collectively, their hips struggling against mine as they drew themselves ever close to their rising desperation. Their bodies going stiff around me, the two shifters howled with delight as their cocks burst with rope after rope of their hot werewolf loads.
Even at the time, I was amazed that they both orgasmed collectively. I even remarked as much to them as they pulled themselves free, disentangling from our collective pile as they left me alone with Randall.
“Those two? They do everything together,” he murmured softly to me with a slight chuckle, laying down beside me. “I’m not particularly surprised, really.”
The alpha male was free now to take me alone, having fulfilled his oath to satisfy his pack. As the hunger in his eyes gave way to utter domination, he pulled me face close, pushing his intimidatingly large clock up between my trembling thighs. I felt the girth separate the lips of my drenched pussy, pushing up into the wet cavity that had so recently milked his packmate dry.
“I’m going to fuck you like an animal,” he whispered into my ear, his lips grasping around my lobe. Lightly, he grazed it with his teeth, and I nodded quietly.
The first thrust drove a groan from me so hard that my back arched instantly. Clutching at the ground, I felt him thrust again, then another, and instead clasped onto his body as his punishing thickness overwhelmed me. My ankles slid across his calves; my fingernails tasted his back. The other two watched as he drove himself deep into me, again and again, as I ensnarled my limbs around his broad, muscular form.
The thrusting was wild now, hips smashing into mine with abandon. I struggled to maintain my composure as the mindless, passionate crash of his pelvis against mine, his shifter cock into my slick cavity, drove me completely wild.
He was holding himself up now, sliding my ankles onto his shoulders. This let him dive deeper into me, and with the new angle I knew that he was experiencing a new height to the satisfaction. Growling and groaning with his repeated thrusts, Randall locked his piercing, fierce gaze onto mine, and I could barely keep my eyes open to acknowledge him. I grasped my hair and struggled to keep my lips reasonably close, fighting the constant drive to stretch them in wide-mouthed, gasping bursts of intense pleasure.
Now he was pulling me onto all fours. I was barely in position before his massive cock was wedging itself into my slick pussy, hilting me on his entire, absolutely gargantuan length. His hand clamped around my shoulder as the other clenched into the contours of my waist; held into place, he pummeled my hips into absolute submission, thrusting deep and passionately into me as he groaned with the motions.
I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. With each dominant push towards my cervix, he was shoving me that much closer to the edge. I embraced it, ready to feel the crushing climax that had me on the mental edge.
It was so close.
The sensation built up slowly, like the coming of a heavy wave on the horizon. I felt the wave rising. This is gonna be a good one, I thought to myself as he fucked me hard. The wave built up and my body rode it through every jaw-dropping second of the intense pleasure that was so close to striking down my body…
Just like that, the switch flip, the wave crested, and my pussy burst into intense bliss as my mind essentially shut off. The pleasure whiplashed down my spine in an electric crescendo that dropped me into a complete oblivion of thought. Gasping, groaning, making inhuman noises altogether, my limbs locked as I stiffened up, riding out an incredible half a dozen climaxes in a row.
Finally, I started to come down from the intense burst. Just as I did so, I felt Randall’s punishing motions finally stop as he burrowed as deep into my pussy as he could go, his body going rigid as well. He grunted out a succession of colorful expletives as his hot shifter load coated my inner walls, mixing with the previous shot of cum inside. As the strength drained from our bodies, we collapsed against the ground in a tangle of limbs and mind-blowing bliss.
~
“You said I’m free to stay as long as I want?” I asked coyly a few hours later, having just woken up from beside him. I toyed with the bedcovers a little as I gazed into his eyes.
“Of course,” Randall smiled. “You’ll be safe he
re. Nothing else dares disturb our home, and we’ll get our friend downstairs sorted out quickly. And we’ll make sure you get a repaired engine, for your trouble,” he added quickly.
“Oh, I’m not so worried about that right now,” I murmured, nuzzling up to him. “I’d hate to have a reason to leave so quickly…might want to stick around for a little while. I’ve got time to kill.”
“Good,” Randall answered, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. “I’d hate to see you leave, and I know the others would, too.”
I gazed down at the foot of the bed. Like loyal dogs, they had crumpled up to sleep down there as we had all crawled to sleep after our passionate lovemaking.
“Well, so long as you guys get rid of that…thing…quickly, I’m sure I can find a reason to stay around for a bit! Just so long as we do that every night I’m here…”
“Of course,” Randall chuckled, planting a peck on my lips again. “Stay around long enough, and I might need to make you my official mate.”
“Your mate?” I gazed innocently into his eyes. “Am I not already?”
The shifter paused, his green eyes less piercing now, but still intently searching my own. “I suppose you are,” he murmured, pulling me into a strong embrace as we began to kiss long and deeply again, our passions mixing once more.
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Island of the Alphas
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Island of the Alphas
The first thing I was aware of was the oppressive, blinding light. Groaning, I groggily lifted a lazy arm to shield my eyes, although the effort was somewhat lackluster. As I descended into a fit of coughs, I felt the earth around me give way slightly, but not enough to alarm me.
Soft. I’m laying on something soft.
As this realization dawned on me, I realized that I could smell salty air…hear the slight crashing of waves…
Opening my eyes slowly, I cowered from the blinding sunlight. My entire body ached as I rolled onto my side, my face pressing against the moist sand. Just past my toes, I could see the water lapping away, struggling to reach me — and I desired the cold, comforting touch of the water on my skin. As I uncoiled my legs and pushed my unbeaten feet down into the surf, the outmost edges of the sea rolled soothingly over my ankles, restoring some sort of clarity to my groggy mind.
A shipwreck. Panic. Screaming.
I sat up too quickly, feeling my head roaring in protest. Clutching my skull, I tried to stabilize the mounting pressure under my temples. Careful. Eaaaasy does it.
I had no idea how long I’d been washed up on this beach. Gazing around, I saw that I was in a small alcove, and my eyes rolled over the piercing rocks that jutted from the surf, the open ocean behind them.
My name is Keira, I recalled. I was on a cruise ship across the open water. There was an accident. The ship started to sink. Everyone flew into a panicked mob. I was knocked overboard. The ship was sailing away, drifting underwater…there were lifeboats…it was so dark, nobody could see me…
Glancing around my surroundings again, I decided that I had clearly had won the freaking survival lottery. When I went overboard, it had been too dark to spot any land, but wherever I was now could not have been a healthy swim away. I remembered struggling for my life against the battering of the waves, dropping underwater and being pulled with a current…but the current wasn’t precisely tugging me underwater, now that I thought about it…and then there were all the jagged stones in the waves. Even just making it here, without my fortune carrying me on its unwavering shoulders, I would have been torn to shreds or battered to death.
But all my speculation meant nothing to my current set of circumstances, because I realized that I was horrendously parched. My mouth was drier than bone, and I needed to find myself some water. In desperation, my hands dove into the surf and threw a pathetic few scoops of saltwater to my mouth, but the foul taste and salinity burned, and I felt my stomach turn slightly as I stopped.
No, I needed freshwater. Pulling myself up from the sand, I peered into the woods that lined the back of the beach. They were only a few strides away, and I hoped that I could find a clean water source soon.
For a fraction of a second, I thought that I had seen three peering sets of eyes in the woods, gazing upon me. Hesitance made me falter, but it must have been a trick of my delirium, for they were almost immediately gone.
Reluctant to stagger in their direction, but unwilling to remain thirsty and sunbaked on this beach any longer, I put the ocean to my back and crept into the woods.
* * * *
Even in my pressing need to find a fresh source of water, I couldn’t ignore the staggering beauty of the forest. The trees were thin enough here for me to see in a reasonable distance no matter where I turned. The floor was a thick, spry layer of the greenest, softest grass I had ever seen — walking across it felt like crossing a cloud. As I wandered between the trees, I would occasionally spot bright, colorful lizards of various sizes frozen on the trees. If I took a step closer, they would immediately scurry up into the branches and out of sight.
There were also a number of exotic birds that maneuvered sideways across the branches, squawking loudly. Other, smaller birds flitted between the branches, singing a soothing chorus of chirps that somehow made my footwork just a little easier, pushing a little more strength into each step.
I would also spot other creatures along the bushes or on fallen logs, jutting up from the sea of green that came up to my shins — small, rigid frogs that lapped lazily at the buzzing insects…the occasional, lethargic sloth, dangling from a branch or slowly turning to watch me…deer, munching on berries in the distance and prancing away as I approached. The wildlife was incredibly beautiful, and contrasted well with the equally mesmerizing flora — I would see bushes of exotic, patterned berries, groves of extraordinary flowers with generous leaves and the sweetest aroma, and thick, spiny vines that snaked up the trees sometimes, hugging them tight.
Regardless of my quest for water, I couldn’t resist the allure of the sights. This was far more incredible than any cruise I’d been on, and although I knew I was likely to die before seeing another human soul, I felt that there were far worse places to breathe my last breath.
But as I traversed between the trees, I felt the slightest sense that I was being carefully watched. No matter how many times I whirled around or car
efully kept my eyes peeled, I couldn’t shake the sensation. At first, I thought it might have just been the vast array of wildlife, as it seemed like humans did not frequent this little sliver of the world. But it was more menacing than that. The crushing, overwhelming feeling that I was trespassing sent shivers down my spine, and I wanted so badly to shout:
“I didn’t even want to be here! I’m just trying to survive and get back home”
But I lacked the energy for it, and I knew that I was probably just being paranoid…but it didn’t help. As my mind continued deteriorating at the lack of sustenance in my system, I struggled to maintain a rational grip of my surroundings, and my place in them.
* * * *
I don’t know how many hours I spent, wandering the woods. Furthermore, I have no idea how I had the energy to do it. But just as I couldn’t take another step, as my body slumped against the trunk of another thin pillar of a tree, I heard the faintest sound of running water.
