A werewolf family (a father, a uncle, and a grandpa) sharing love to each other and their female spouse(just one for all of them).
[Ask and ye shall receive]
🐺𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫🐺
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
ᴍᴅɴɪ ❍ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ❍ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟᴠᴇꜱ x ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Well, fuck.
You were terrified, your plane had crashed in a dense forest and it didn’t seem like there was another beating heart left, but that’s where you’d be wrong. There were three.
Three large beasts analyzing you from the darkness, hearing their soft pants of breath as their yellow eyes followed everything you did. You weighed all the options, there was no way you could run without them getting you, and they didn’t seem aggressive, but if you ran you were sure that would change. The measly pocket knife would do nothing, your hands shaking as you tried to stay calm.
But then they surprised you. The smallest one, still a foot taller than you stepped forward, towering over you and tilting its head to the side. It took all of the large beasts' will power to be gentle as it circled its arm slowly around your waist, and before you could squirm, it moved you over its shoulder. Soft fur against your skin as you heard all three of their footsteps moving as you gently bounced with their movements.
Time blurred in your panic, you were sure you were going to be their dinner, and before you knew it, you’d been taken to a large den of sorts. You were sat down on a nest of what looked like animal pelts, your thighs trembling as you saw three sets of glowing eyes on you, all of them gently surrounding you and sitting on the dirt floor in front of you. If you’d taken a look around, you’d see there was three nests in the large den, and not much else. And if you could look anywhere but their faces, you’d see they all looked a little alike, as if you were staring at a single family of werewolves.
They didn’t move at first, not wanting to scare you, but as the minutes passed, the biggest one with white fur peppering its snout got a little closer, nuzzling your hand softly and looking up at you with… puppy eyes. Your heart was beating hard, confused and scared as you looked between all three of them. Swallowing hard you gently pet snout of the one nearest to you, surprised at how it seemed to nuzzle into your touch, the sweetest little whine leaving its lips as it desperately got closer.
The others soon followed, one moving to nuzzle against your neck, panting softly near your ear and licking a stripe up your neck like an excited dog while the one that had carried you nuzzled against your thigh. You were unsure of what was happening, but it didn’t seem like they were going to eat you at the very least, and they seemed more like needy puppies than vicious wolves.
They got needier, the one near your neck nipping the skin with its sharp fangs as the one near your thighs licked the skin higher and higher, making you blush profusely. But it’s not like you could push its head away, it was almost three times your size. The oldest one whining into your hands as he nuzzled closer and closer till it was against the other side of your neck.
Weren’t werewolves supposed to have mates? You only saw the three nests, and from the looks of it all the beasts in front of you were males. It seemed like they didn’t really care what you were, all they cared about was that you were a warm body, and they all needed more from you. Were you really about to be a chew toy for a family of werewolves?
It seemed like the answer was yes, as the oldest and the smallest lapped and nipped at your neck, making your thighs tremble softly. The one between your thighs nuzzled closer and closer till its snout was against the front of your shorts, making you whimper. Oh, they liked that noise. All of them being more rapt with their attention as they got more eager with their ministrations.
If you could’ve seen them clearly, you’d see one was the elder, the original father, and the other two looked eerily alike, clearly brothers. One brother slid its paw up to hook his claw in your shorts, tugging them till they tore off your body. Soft pants leaving your lips matched their own as they nipped at your neck till little marks bloomed along your skin.
You felt the long rough tongue between your legs press against your core, only a flimsy bit of fabric stopped the beast from getting what he wanted, and he wasn’t happy about it. A soft growl leaving him as he ripped the fabric open, all too eager to let his snout dive between your thighs.
A soft cry leaving your lips at the hot rough tongue eagerly licking at you, your thighs shaking as your eyes fluttered. The second your lips parted, the other brother slid its tongue down your throat, eagerly lapping at your tongue and whining as it desperately gripped at you, digging its claw into your softness. The eldest one marked your neck while pressing closer, rutting softly against the outside of your thigh, all of them so needy for everything you could give them.
Your mewls and whines muffled by the tongue trying to sink itself into the cavern of your throat, the tongue between your thighs lapping so eagerly as you trembled, the hot panting near your ear doing nothing to help the rising heat in your abdomen but it was almost as if all of them had came to the same conclusion as the same time: you could be filled.
Which is what led you here, thighs straddling the furry waist of one of the brothers while the other one held your hips in place for the both of them. Two needy cocks stretching out your hole, both going at a wildly contrasting paces that had you seeing stars, but none of them could hear your moans. For as soon as your lips parted in bliss, the elder was eager to get his fill, gently cupping the back of your head as he slid down your throat.
You were brain dead at this point, not a single thought in your head as you got used, a sweet little chew toy for a needy family of werewolves. It didn’t matter how many times you made a mess, they weren’t going to stop until they had nothing left to give. The elder so lovingly held your head in place with his claws curled in your hair as he moved at an eager pace, making you gag softly but it didn’t seem to matter, he was just too eager to fill out your throat.
You were so warm. Your needy hole engulfing them so eagerly, like you were meant to be their toy. They hadn’t had something to stuff in so long, something to just empty themselves into. They would keep you here, no matter the cost. They would take care of you and baby you as much as they could, because they couldn’t let you go. After feeling how your walls clung to their eager cocks, they would never let you go. Sure, all of them would prefer to have you to themselves, to feed you their cock and their cock alone, but that wasn’t an option. They would just have to learn to share
While they could learn to share, it seemed like the brothers were almost in competition, thrusts getting rougher and rougher as they tried to see who would get to knot you first. Holding you in place so you couldn’t squirm out of their grip as they made you drool from bliss on the cock down your throat, thighs shaking as you gripped the fur of the brother under you for dear life.
The elder was the first to let go, pace stuttering as he so desperately fucked your throat, holding your head in place till you choked on the hot thick cum filling your mouth. The needy growl leaving its throat had your knees feeling weak, having no choice but to swallow as he gently let go of your head. Your body limply resting against the broad furry chest of the brother under you, the two of them still in a race to see who could reach their peak first, wanting to be the first to fill you.
But it wouldn’t end up being a competition, as it seemed their thrusts faltered at the same time, claws digging into your hips harshly as you felt their knots expanding in you. You felt so unbelievably full, your hole stretched to the point you thought you were going to break. Warm thick cum dripping down your thighs as you got sandwiched between two tuckered out werewolves, one nuzzling one side of your neck from the back and the other nuzzling your neck from under, licking and lapping sweetly almost like little thank you’s.
You weren’t far behind, falling asleep between them, their fur like the softest blanket cocooning you between them as you felt their knots pulse in your spent hole, the smallest little smile on your face as you drifted off to sleep with only one thought in your head:
You could get used to this.
