Doctor's Orders (Pounded By The Pack)(Steamy BBW Werebear Romance) (5 page)

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It wasn’t long before I was untied and drawn into the center of them, pushed down to my knees as they dropped their pants expectantly around me. Their thick, veiny cocks dangled in the semi-darkness against the flickering light of the fire, eager for a fulfillment that I found myself hungry to satisfy. Overcome with hunger, I grasped the first two within reach and began to stroke them on either side. The lead alpha, Grizz, stepped front-and-center and pulled my face down towards his own. As I submitted to my most primal urges, I eagerly parted my lips around his cock, licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip and wolfing his thick shaft down.

The fourth shifter started to stroke himself and watched eagerly as I pumped my fists along the thick, engorged cocks in my hands. Frizz controlled the movements of my lips on his rod as he guided me, holding a fistful of my hair like reins. I welcomed him controlling my face, pleasing himself with my mouth as I dedicated myself to stroking off his brothers.

After all the years I’d spent hunting down his kind — our kind — I would have been in hysterics if someone told me I’d be on my knees and ready to gangbang a pack of shifters. But here I was, loving every second of it, feeling every last ounce of disrespect I had for werebear kind sliding out of my head.

Speaking of my head, the boys were having some fun redirecting my lips between them, and a roulette of cocks was sliding in and out of my mouth in succession. My hands were kept occupied as well with a rotation of thick, slick dicks, and I was growing aware that they were becoming impatient.

These rugged shifters needed fulfillment.

And I was all too happy to give it to them.

I felt myself being plucked up from the ground, and my clothes were being ripped from me. Lips clasped onto mine, mouths biting into my shoulders as the skin was increasingly exposed. Nibbling mouths fell upon my curves, staggered with bites just rough enough to incite my lust. The inquisitive pairs of hands that quickly stripped off my layers pulled me down to my underwear before unclasping my bra, hooking into my panties, and removing the last barriers that I had.

Soon, I was completely naked between the pack of them, my hands wandering to stroke their cocks or trail down their rippling abs, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before the satisfaction really began.

They lowered me backwards into the furs, and descended upon me together. Mouths clasped around my nipples, hands working my breasts as I found my face being directed back towards a thick, wet cock. I gratefully accepted the gift and cradled the balls gently in my hand, the other hand pumping the shaft as I sucked and teased with my tongue. Meanwhile, I felt a set of lips kissing its way down my abdomen, tracing my body down towards my wet, ready pussy. They were sucking on the skin of my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart and sliding them over a pair of strong, chiseled shoulders. I felt the strength of the muscles beneath my pillowy thighs as the shifter beneath me grew more daring, leaving hicks so close to my pussy that I wanted to grab him and force his face where it belonged. Despite every ounce of fight in me daring to take control, I exercised my patience to its limits.

Finally, his strong, calloused finger slid into my slit, and I felt his lips press against my hood as he sucked on my clit. Quivering with passion, I clamped my legs around his shoulders as he continued to stimulate me, finding room for another finger beside the first. Indicative of his experience, his fingertips effortlessly found my g-spot. The shifter pulled his face free and began to run circles against my clit with the thumb of his free hand. I felt his lips pressing against my thighs, kissing along my body as he carefully manipulated my wet, slick chasm like a fine-tuned instrument, before finally pulling everything free, holding my thighs firmly against his head, and burrowing his tongue deep inside me.

I could barely concentrate as my hands instinctively clasped around the heads of the shifters sucking on my breasts. The shifter in my mouth repositioned himself, sitting against my face as he held himself steady with one hand — controlled the speed of my lips on his shaft — with the other clutching my hair.

The sensations that rocked my body were more incredible than anything I had ever felt before. It felt like every last inch of me was being serviced by the shifters, with their bodies eagerly satiating me beyond belief.

And yet, I needed more.

So far, the passion between us had been tinder, the build-up to a slow and steady fire. But that gradual, rising fire was now a roaring flame of undying need — and it was clear that the mounting blaze was not just inside my loins. My shifter partners were growing rougher now, their animalistic natures bubbling to the surface in a cacophony of rugged, collective need. They started to snarl at one another, until I realized the truth.

They were
competing
.

Patrick and Lionel were fiercely clenching their teeth at one another, while a snarl started deep in Darren’s throat. But a roar among them turned all heads as Grizz knelt in front, the others forced aside out of sheer presence. Grasping his cock, still slick with my saliva, he lined it up with the drenched entrance to my hot, ready pussy.

He was the alpha, and he intended to make me his before the others.

Frizz pushed the purple, engorged helmet of his mighty erection into my slit, and my ankles parted to grant him proper access. Grasping them in his thick, calloused hands, he slid my hips closer in the furs, impaling me upon the scepter of his rugged, rock-hard passion. My lips quivered in a throaty moan as my body easily adjusted to his girth, even as it stretched my inner walls to their limits.

“You belong to me first,” Grizz growled into my neck with a passionate bite. “Will you submit?”

“Oh god, yes…” I murmured in response as he powered his hips into mine in a mighty clash, hilting his entire length into me.

I had dedicated half my life to wiping shifters off of the Earth. Now that I knew the truth, I was dropping every last inhibition I had — letting a pack of them completely claim me.

While the others hung around, pacing impatiently with the sweaty musk of our sex permeating the air, Grizz commanded my body in his rugged grasp. He pulled me up into his lap and forced me to rock my hips, his hands dictating a steady, swift rhythm that flooded my mind with pleasure. Meeting the descent of my thick thighs with the crushing might of his sculpted body, I felt his fingers clench into my skin, mixing pain into my pleasure.

Before long, a bobbing cock fell into my peripheral, and I gratefully accepted it into my empty mouth. It was Darren who had taken control over my head, grasping me firmly by a handful of hair as he pistons my lips up and down his thick, juicy cock. The musk filled my nostrils as his shaft filled my mouth, pushing the helmet down into my throat. He was more daring than they had been during the cock-sucking roulette, and demanded more of me now — and more of my throat in particular. With his animal side dictating his need to dominate, he planned to claim every inch of me that he could — and that meant my lips crashing against the base of his thick, powerful shaft.

But there were still two others to be pleased — and they weren’t willing to remain spectators for too long. Lionel stood tall and proud on the other side, growling at Darren until I felt my mouth being shoved onto the new shifter cock. Pushing my throat to its boundaries, they began to overpower me together, with one grasping me by the hair and crashing my lips down the other’s cock repeatedly before swapping duties. I felt my arousal deepen at their bond as they enforced each other’s pleasure.

This still left Patrick. I heard him jacking off behind me, hearing the slight, sloppy motions as his saliva-coated shaft was pleasured independently of us, but I felt everyone stop and hold me in place as a pressure appeared at my hidden star. Frizz was holding my ass-cheeks spread as Patrick pushed the head of his cock up into my asshole, his teeth biting down on my throat.

Amazingly, my body was still in complete adaptation mode. His fullness pushed up into my ass, squeezed between my thick cheeks as Grizz let them rest around his shaft. Inching his way inside, he didn’t rest until I felt his thick, mighty balls begin to slap against my ass.

With the last shifter situated, all five of us descended into a merry-go-round of complete mind-melting passion. The shifters mated me together, breeding my curvaceous body between them while they fucked me into oblivion as a pack.

Grizz lay backwards while I was pushed forward into a kneel, my shins in the furs on either side of his thick, rippled chest. The shifters continued to fuck me as Grizz and Patrick held my hips in unison, thrusting against each other’s movements while I bounced on their thick, shifter shafts. Lionel and Darren continued to dominate my mouth together, holding me down on the other’s cock for twenty or thirty seconds at a time before rotating me for the other.

With their unity falling apart upon their mounting need for satisfaction, they began to snarl at each other again. Darren’s fury seemed to mildly overpower his brother, who shrunk back lightly. Lionel pulled my free hand to his slick, needful cock as Darren permanently took over my mouth. With deep, thrusting motions, he pummeled the inside of my throat while I stroked Lionel towards completion.

Darren, having spent the most time planted firmly between my lips, didn’t last too much longer. With his erratic movements growing more intense with the passing seconds, he finally gripped my head and held my lips pressed firmly against his balls. His shaft quivered between my puffy lips, releasing his shifter seed down the back of my throat. As he gasped out his satisfaction, he pulled free, and Lionel immediately reasserted himself over rights to my mouth.

Patrick began to pump himself into my hungry ass faster and faster, his thrusts building to his inevitable climax. With incredible need, he grasped onto my breasts from behind, his fingers teasing my nipples as his hands engulfed and squeezed. My tight, erect nubs shot waves of pleasure into my body with every motion of his fingers grazing them, and I met his final, deepest thrust by shoving my hips down hard. I felt the warmth of his seed as he shot it deep into my bowels, with Lionel similarly burying himself down my throat and adding a new layer of hot cum to the existing deposit in my stomach.

They retreated from me, leaving me with the alpha once more. Frizz took advantage of his the absence of competitors as he flipped me onto all fours, slapping my ass so hard I thought I saw stars. His thick, overpowering cock slipped right back where it belonged, deep into my wet pussy. With this new angle, I could feel every reverberating sensation of his mighty thrusts, and I could barely hold my composure as I felt one hand clamped around my hips while the other slid down and worked the nub of my clit.

My mind descended into a flurry of pleasure as he fucked me into submission. My moans rang out now, uninhibited by shifter cocks controlling my throat, or lips keeping mine busy. As my sensitivity ramped up into almost unbearable levels, he slipped his fingers free of my hood and clamped them around my mouth, sliding one against my tongue. I gratefully licked my wetness off of his leathery skin as his thrusting launched into a new stratosphere of crushing speed.

The final seconds before my mind-blowing orgasm were a complete blur. Frizz brought the tempo to its maximum threshold before finally burrowing himself as deep as his cock could possibly go. Meanwhile, the sensations of the body-wrenching climax racked my curves as I rode wave after wave of fulfilling, blinding orgasms. I felt his hot load infiltrate me, pumping ropes of cum that splattered across my inner channel towards my womb. After about the seventh climax in succession, I dropped into a sweaty, heavy tangle with the shifter pack in the furs of the cave floor.

Held in their collective arms, my mind reeled from the intensity of what we had done. Sleep began to descend upon me as I lay in their warm, rugged grasp, and I fought the pangs off with every fiber of my being.

I’d spent my life killing them, and these shifters had forgiven me — claimed me back as one of their own. The road ahead of me was filled with regret, and I knew I’d have to spend the rest of my life atoning for all the sins I had committed, and all the shifters that I’d slain. I didn’t know what the future held for me now, but I knew that one thing was certain above all others…

I was now part of the pack.

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