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Authors: Willow Wilde
Chosen by the Wolf (BBW Steamy Werewolf Shifter FMMMMM Menage Romance Novella) (10 page)
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 here. 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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To this day, I’m still not sure how I survived the landslide.
The first thing I remember is opening my eyes, coughing against the choking smell of stirred dust in the air. I became gradually aware of my limbs, mostly buried along with the rest of my body, and in horror I realized I could barely move. Panicking, my alertness sharply increased as the endorphins pumped straight into my head. Circumstances be damned, I wasn’t willing to die in a pile of dirt and rock, and I immediately struggled to wrench myself free from the ground.
The going was rough — I had been mostly buried in a jumble of my own, sprawled limbs, unwilling to shift from under the crushing weight. It took every ounce of strength to shift the heavy debris aside just enough to slowly, painfully pull myself free. Desperation drove me for several painstaking, testing minutes before I finally pulled my upper half up from my earthy prison.
Dragging myself out of the heavy mass of sediments and rock chunks, I gasped for air on the ground nearby. As the chemicals wore off and my fight-or-flight instincts dialed down, things started coming back to me. I remembered brief flashes now: there had been a group of us, hiking together along a wilderness trail that cut along the mountain. The rumbling had come out of nowhere, and a building flow of falling debris had swept me down the slope and towards my inevitable death. It was clear as day now – rolling with the cascading wave of earth, tumbling ever downward as I screamed, unable to separate the rising ground from the cliff-face, nor from the watching sky.
But I hadn’t died. In fact, as I pulled myself shakily off of the ground, it didn’t feel as if I’d broken any bones whatsoever.
There’s no goddamn way
, I thought to myself.
This kind of miraculous shit isn’t supposed to happen. I was a fucking goner
.
Despite some bruising, and inevitable stiffness that would appear the next morning, I didn’t have so much as a missing tooth or a shattered elbow. My gaze drifted up the slope, tracing the redistribution of dirt and stone. Our hiking group had been walking one of the lower trails, but it was still well out of sight from my vantage point.
How long have I been down here?
I wondered to myself. The sun still hung lazily in the sky — if it was the same day, I couldn’t have been unconscious more than a few hours. Thinking quickly, I took stock of myself. My body felt only mildly dehydrated, but I had been a little thirsty before the landslide anyway. Daring to twist my appendages and curve my spine, it appeared that my spry, flexible articulation was still intact. In fact, overlooking some minor scrapes and cuts, I felt
fine
.
This is too weird
, I thought to myself. With eyes veiled in disbelief, I gazed up the slope one last time, marveling at the descent.
But there were other important matters to take care of. I had no food, and I was stranded from my group — who were undoubtedly looking for me. Logic rationed that I was going to be on my own for at least the night, and I needed to find a pure water source and shelter.
With nowhere else to turn, I gazed towards the woods. The earth had carried me squarely to a small clearing at the foot of the mountain, surrounding me on three sides with rock. The only way to advance was directly forward; with certain hesitance, I planted my first foot in that direction.
* * * *
It was only after about an hour of walking that I realized how much
beauty
filled the forest. As an amateur nature photographer, I appreciated nature’s majesty arguably more than most people my age, but these woods were something entirely else. The very leaves seemed to pop more, shining in brighter, greener colors as the sunlight drifted lazily to cast the canopy in brilliance. The underbrush was somehow far more forgiving than I would have expected, and I realized that I hadn’t nicked myself or scratched my skin on any of the branches as I pushed forward.
Stranger still was the wildlife. It seemed to pay me very little mind, and after taking a small break to catch my breath, I realized that a doe was literally feet away on the other side of a healthy trunk. Only spotting it out of the corner of my eye, I completely expected it to instantly dart away — instead, as I carefully climbed over roots and dips in the soft soil, it amazingly turned to stare me in the eyes. My hands hesitated in the air as an irrational fear crept across my mind. As if approaching a beautiful, delicate monarch butterfly with an intrepid finger, I feared that touching its very fur would harm the docile creature. After a moment of regarding my trembling hands, it lazily trotted off towards a distant bush, eager to munch on the available berries.
My amazement only increased as I continued across the woods. A short while later, I encountered a majestic stag, wandering lazily along between the trees. Instinct took over, and I carefully followed it — always happy to keep my distance as to not disturb the beast. After several hundred strides, it led me towards the sound of trickling water, and I stepped from the trees to encounter a small creek, babbling down the rocks and cutting a path through the woods.
Parched, I dropped to my knees and swept cupped handfuls of the running water to my face, thirstily slurping the sustaining gift. After sustaining myself with the water, I turned and noticed the stag once more. It had paused to watch me, having already taken its fill of the life-giving water. The absurdity of the sight almost sent me falling over with laughter, and after we quietly regarded each other with mutual surprise, it calmly turned and vanished into the brush.
Eager to stay near the water, I followed along the edge. Colliding with another trail of water, the growing river descended further still into the woods. I felt compelled to strip my clothes and dip beneath the edge of the rippling channel, but the water was so clear and free from impurities that I didn’t dare taint it with my dirty, dusty skin. Instead, I continued to follow it down, hoping to find a reasonable place to set up shelter within a sizable distance. After all, I was afraid of drawing attention from whatever predators lurked these woods, and staying close to the water had its downsides.
As the sun began to set in the sky, I encountered a renewed surge of beauty in the forest. Surrounded by incredible plants I had never seen, I marveled at them as they gradually unfurled their petals together, bathing the trees in a warm, bluish glow. Their growing luminescence matched the waning light of the sun above, striking a perfect equilibrium of light. With the sun quickly descending out of sight, the light bounced harder off of the thick, protective trees in an incredible display. Being around them as I wandered the heart of the forest surpassed anything I had ever seen.
But their natural luminescence wasn’t the only beauty to behold. The vegetation and underbrush had given way to soft, spongey grass that bounced under my every step. The trees themselves were wrapped in thick vines that sprouted beautiful flowers of all colors, adding a soft, sweet aroma that soothed my senses.
Somehow, I knew that I should be exhausted. I’d barely eaten anything since first starting the trail, and I’d survived both a sudden landslide and wandering the forest for hours. Fearful of misidentifying poisonous berries, I had only eaten few small handfuls after watching other mammals chomp on the vines. While I had periodically stopped to scoop water to my face, I knew I’d have to eat something soon, or find a place to rest…but I wasn’t tired, nor was I incredibly hungry.
This entire day is just crazy
, I thought to myself.
But I had no idea how seriously crazy it was going to become…
* * * *
As I stopped wandering the forest and appreciated this vast change in the flora, I wondered about the rest of the hiking group. I hadn’t seen any of them descend over the side with me. I wondered if they would come looking for me?
It made more sense for them to call the authorities and try to have a search and rescue party dig me from the debris. Of course, they wouldn’t find a body. Maybe they would search the woods, but I wondered how far in they would go. It didn’t make sense for someone who had just cascaded down the side of a mountain in a landslide to not only have
survived,
but to have clawed her way out of the dirt and wander across the woods for
hours.
I had been so enchanted by these woods that I hadn’t stopped to wonder if I should try to remain close to the settled debris. It made sense to go hunting for a clean water source, but perhaps I should have tried to establish some sort of shelter around the rock.
As I reflected on these things, it occurred to me to abandon my wanderlust and find my way back. If I traced my way up the river, I reasoned, I could cut out the vast majority of the guesswork and search for the appropriate landmarks. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I hadn’t quite paid attention to where I had first encountered it. Worst case scenario, I veered back into the woods too soon, or too late. Either way, without any sort of a vantage point, the likelihood that I could return was incredibly low.
I could only press forward and hope for the best.
But there was more to it than that. I
wanted
to see more of these woods. I felt something drawing me closer, following this riverbank further along. I couldn’t explain it to myself, and I still can’t now – it was an irrational compulsion, driving me further into the heart of the forest. By now, I’d reasoned that I wasn’t anywhere near civilization. For all I knew, I’d wandered directly in the opposite direction. It occurred to me that I didn’t know of any major road that ran near here. But my path was set, and instead of being terrified…I was at ease, somehow.
I felt like it didn’t matter that I didn’t know what I was doing. All that was important was pressing onward…and with my surprisingly intact stamina, it was easy to dispel my fears, putting one foot back in front of the other as I spotted a large, thick tree trunk in the distance, just a short ways from the river. It seemed as good as any a place to rest, and I made my way towards it.
* * * *
It was when I was resting at the crook of that tree, resting peacefully for about half an hour, that I saw the large grizzly bears. There were two of them, lumbering quietly towards me at a leisurely pace, and I tensed up for the first time in hours. It was then that I realized I hadn’t actually SEEN any active predators this entire time — not besides a few wolves that were slumbering to the side earlier, or a wildcat lazed on a tree bough above the river.
The bears were clearly advancing on me, and I felt too terrified to move.
Are these the kind of bears you challenge? Do you shrink down from them? What the fuck am I supposed to do?
“You are not meant to be here,” a rugged voice warned me. My gaze reluctantly drifted from them to spot the broad, sculpted build of a man in the semi-darkness. He stood close and menacingly, his hand pressed against the tree as he watched me. Had I not been completely preoccupied with the approaching bears, I would have wondered why he was completely naked, his thick cock hanging between his legs.
“The bears! What do I do?” I quietly shrieked.
