What about a pack of male werewolves chasing down reader and when they catch them, they breed reader as a prize for a successful hunt.
- 🫧 anon
Werewolves Having Their Way With You
Tw: noncon, breeding, kidnap mention
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You thought camping in the woods would be a fun way to connect with nature, but you didn't expect it to be filled with werewolves. You hear them outside your tent, circling it, getting bolder every second.
Blinded by panic, you unzip the tent and take off on foot. You hear a couple of them snickering amongst themselves, mocking your fear. They howl, chasing you.
Howls echo around the woods, coming from all directions. Leaves crunch under your feet, marking your location to the others. Their superior senses and skills outweigh yours, making this a short chase.
It's almost like you can feel their breath on the back of your neck just before they pull you back to them, stopping you in your tracks. You fight against them, but their grip on your sides is too strong.
"We caught our prize. Now shouldn't we enjoy them?" The one that holds you snickers. He shoves you into the ground, hands immediately ripping off your clothing.
"Yes, we shall, and then we can give them to the rest." Another one sneers, chuckling at your struggles as he holds your arms down.
"They are trying so hard. Yet they are nothing to us." You hear a different one say, lurking in the distance.
The one that first grabbed you pushes your legs to your sides, his already hard cock resting against your pussy. One of his hands explores your body, nails scraping your skin.
When his fingers linger around your slit, building up your fears, he finally pushes them in. "Oh, so you enjoy this. You want us to fuck you." He smirks.
The others around you join in with their own smirks, eyes lingering on you as they stroke themselves.
He ignores your protests, telling you, "Well, you are in luck." He adjusts himself, pushing himself into you.
They take their turns with you, occasionally fighting when someone takes too long with you. The only thing they agree on is keeping you with them until they are done, letting the rest of the pack enjoy their prize.
By the time you meet the others, you are numb to it all. You are filled with cum, your pussy throbbing from being used. Yet they still look at you like you're candy, waiting for their turn with you.
Cat Hybrid Pet (2 werewolves x fem!cat!hybrid!reader!2ndPOV)
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, non-con, dub con, captivity, double penetration (anal/vaginal), knotting, size difference, painplay, marking/biting, degradation, praise kink, belly bulging, semi-public sex. This is a work of fiction with extreme and unrealistic supernatural dynamics. If these triggers make you feel sensitive, stop reading.
Summary: Life as a cat hybrid in a territory ruled by werewolves is dangerous. When two powerful pack males decide you belong to them, resistance is futile. Your life now revolves around them. You are theirs and they prove it daily.
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The sun was a weak, grey smear behind the trees when you woke.
The air in the den was thick with the smell of wet earth, pine, and them… musky, wild, a scent that lived in your fur now. You were curled on a pile of furs, yourtail tucked against your belly. A heavy, furred arm was draped over your waist, claws, blunted now curled against your skin.
Wolnar was behind you, his broad, fully lupine chest rising and falling against your back. His snout was buried in the space between your neck and shoulder, each warm, slow breath ruffling your hair. Ridok was on your other side, flat on his back, one massive paw resting on his own chest, the other flung out toward you.
Even asleep, they surrounded you.
You shifted, a tiny movement.
The chain around your ankle shifted with a sound. It wasn’t long, just enough to let you reach the mouth of the den and the small, roped-off clearing outside. A tether, not a cage. They called it a precaution. A way to keep you safe from the rest of the pack, from things that wandered in the deep woods.
You knew it was a lie. They were too possessive.
Your movement woke Wolnar. A rumbling growl vibrated through his chest and into your bones. His arm tightened, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the dense, coarse fur of his belly against your lower back, the alarming, hard heat of his semi-erect cock already pressing against the cleft of your ass.
Werewolves woke up ready. Always.
“Morning, little cat,” he grumbled, his voice a gravelly distortion, shaped by a mouth full of fangs. His tongue, wide and rough, dragged a wet stripe from your shoulder to your ear.
You shivered. “Morning, Wolnar.”
The sound of your voice, sleep-thick and small, seemed to wake Ridok next. He rolled onto his side, facing you. His eyes, amber and intelligent in his wolfish face, blinked open. He didn’t speak. He just looked at you, his gaze traveling from your face, down your body under the thin blanket, to where Wolnar held you. A different kind of rumble started in his chest, deeper, more alert.
“She’s awake,” Wolnar said, stating the obvious, his claws tracing idle patterns on your stomach.
“I see her,” Ridok replied. His paw came out, the back of his knuckles brushing over your cheek, then down over your collarbone. He hooked a single, careful claw under the edge of the blanket and pulled it down, exposing you to the cool den air.
Your nipples tightened instantly, pebbling against the slight chill. Ridok’s eyes fixed on them. You had small breasts, a human shape but dusted with a fine, downy layer of fur that matched the color of your ears and tail. Your nipples were a dark pink, now hard and aching.
“So pretty,” Ridok muttered. He leaned in and his tongue, even broader than Wolnar’s, lapped over one breast, soaking it, his rough taste buds scraping your sensitive flesh. You gasped, back arching, pushing yourself into Wolnar behind you and toward Ridok’s mouth at the same time.
A low chuckle came from Wolnar.“Eager already. Good.”
Ridok sucked your nipple into his mouth, the pressure firm, his fangs a thrilling proximity to your skin. He nursed at it, his tongue working, while his big paw cupped your other breast, squeezing, thumb pad rubbing over the other nipple. Pleasure shot down to your clit.
You were wet already. You always were for them. Your body had given up resisting months ago. It knew what it was for.
Wolnar’s hand slid down from your stomach, through the patch of curls between your legs. His fingers, thick and clever despite their clawed tips, found your pussy. He grunted, pleased. “Soaked for us. Always so ready.”
He pushed two fingers inside you without preamble. You moaned. You were loose from their constant attention, but they were always so big. Your inner muscles fluttered around the intrusion. He pumped his fingers slowly, the wet, squelching sound obscenely loud in the quiet den. His other hand kept you pinned against him.
Ridok released your breast with a pop, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your reddened nipple. He nuzzled between your breasts, then lower, his snout pushing at Wolnar’s hand. “My turn to taste.”
Wolnar withdrew his fingers, now shiny with your slick, and held them up. Ridok licked them clean, his amber eyes locked on yours. Then he pushed his head between your legs. His tongue was a broad, hot, rasping thing. It didn’t flick or tease; it lapped, like he was drinking from you. Covered your entire vulva in one pass, pushing against your clit, sliding through your folds, even prodding briefly at your asshole. You cried out, your hands flying to tangle in the fur on his head. Your tail puffed out, twitching wildly.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” you begged, hips lifting.
He ate you with single-minded intensity. His nose pressed against your clit, his tongue delving inside your pussy, fucking you with it. You could feel his hot breath, hear his low grunts of satisfaction. Wolnar held you, one arm across your chest, his other hand playing with your nipples, pinching and rolling them.
“Gonna come on his tongue, little cat?” Wolnar growled in your ear. “Do it. Let me feel you shake.”
The coil in your belly wound tight, too fast, always too fast with them. Your orgasm ripped through you, a blunt force that made your toes curl and your back bow. You screamed, your channel clenching around nothing, around Ridok’s tongue. He didn’t stop, lapping up every pulse of your release, prolonging the sensations until they edged into overstimulation. You whimpered, pushing weakly at his head.
He pulled back, his muzzle glistening. “Sweet,” he declared. “Always so sweet.”
“My turn now,” Wolnar said, his voice thick. He manhandled you, turning you onto your hands and knees. The furs bunched under your palms. The chain on your ankle clinked. He positioned himself behind you, his big, clawed paws gripping your hips. You felt the blunt, hot head of his cock nudge against your pussy. He was already fully hard, his length thick and heavy, the base swollen with the beginning of his knot.
“Please,” you whispered, pushing your ass back toward him.
He slammed into you in one deep thrust.
The air punched out of your lungs. He was so big, stretching you so wide you felt split open. A choked sob caught in your throat. It was pain and fullness and a terrible, right feeling. He was home inside you.
“Fuck, take it,” he grunted, pulling back and slamming in again. His fur brushed against the backs of your thighs. His balls, heavy and tight, slapped against your clit with every drive.
Ridok moved in front of you. He was hard too, his cock a dark, angry red, jutting from its sheath. The tip leaked clear pre-come. He put a paw on your shoulder, moving you so your face was level with it.
You knew what he wanted. You opened your mouth, tongue out. He fed his cock into your mouth, not slowly. It hit the back of your throat. You gagged, tears springing to your eyes. Saliva dripped from your stretched lips.
“Good girl,” Ridok rumbled, his paw cradling the back of your head. He didn’t fuck your face, not yet. He just held it there, letting you get used to the stretch, the musky taste of him. You breathed hard through your nose, drool slicking your chin.
Wolnar set a steady pace behind you, his hips pistoning, driving you forward onto Ridok’s cock with every thrust. The den filled with the sounds: the slap of flesh and fur, Wolnar’s ragged growls, the wet, rhythmic squelch of your pussy taking him, your own choked gags around Ridok’s length.
“Look at her,” Wolnar panted. “Taking us both. Our perfect little cat pet.”
Ridok’s claws prickled your scalp. “You love this, don’t you? Being our pet. Being full of us.”
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t nod.
You just moaned around the cock in your mouth, the vibration making Ridok snarl. He began to move then, pulling his hips back and pushing forward, fucking your throat in time with Wolnar fucking your pussy.
The dual penetration, being filled at both ends, sent your mind spiraling. There was no thought, only sensation: the brutal fullness below, the choking pressure above, the smell of them, the heat of their bodies surrounding you.
Wolnar’s thrusts became erratic, harder. You could feel his knot swelling, bigger than your fist, bumping against your stretched entrance with every plunge.
“Gonna knot you,” he growled. “Gonna pump this cunt so full of my seed you’ll leak it for days.”
The threat, the promise, made your climax detonate without warning. It was a silent, shattering thing, your vision whiting out, your pussy convulsing in spasms around Wolnar’s driving cock. Your body shook, a weak, mewling sound escaping around Ridok’s shaft.
Your orgasm tipped Wolnar over the edge. With a roar that echoed off the den walls, he shoved forward, and his knot forced its way inside you.
You screamed, the sound muffled by Ridok’s cock. The stretch was unbelievable, a burning, tearing fullness that transcended pain. It locked him inside you, a thick, pulsing bulb that sealed his come inside.
And he was coming, hot jets of it flooding your depths, pump after pump. You could feel it, hot and abundant, filling you up. Your stomach, already taut, began to swell outward, a visible, rounded bulge just below your navel.
Wolnar collapsed over your back, his full weight pressing you down, his teeth gently gripping the nape of your neck in a final, claiming bite. He panted, his come still pulsing into you.
Ridok watched, his eyes blazing. He pulled his cock from your mouth, a strand of saliva and pre-come connecting it to your lips. You gasped for air, coughing.
“My turn in her cunt,” Ridok said, his voice husky. “But it’s plugged. Knotted and full.”
Wolnar, still lodged inside you, grabbed your tail and tugged. “Other hole’s free.”
Ridok’s gaze dropped to your ass, presented and vulnerable. You felt a fresh trickle of fear, of anticipation. That hole was always tighter, always a fight. Before you could protest, you were manipulated. Wolnar twisted your body, rolling his knot and your body so you were now riding him.
You hugged him for dear life, knowing what was coming.
Ridok curled behind you, looking at where Wolnar held your tail up, bearing your tight little hole. He spat onto your pucker and positioned his shaft, next to where Wolnar was still tied to your pussy. The head of his cock pressed against your tight, wrinkled asshole.
“Relax for me, pet,” Ridok murmured, but it wasn’t a request. He pushed.
It was a sharper pain. You cried out, your claws extending and digging into Wolnar’s back. Ridok was too big; it was too much. But he didn’t stop. He pushed, and then with a burning shove, the head popped past your ring of muscle.
You sobbed. Wolnar licked your shoulder. “Take it. You can take it. Made for us.”
Ridok sank deeper, inch by torturous inch, until his pelvis met your ass. You were impossibly full. Your belly, already rounded with Wolnar’s come, distended further. You looked pregnant. You felt owned, used, completed in the most degrading way.
Ridok began to move, short, deep strokes that made you feel every inch of both of them. Your body jerked between their twin anchors. The sounds were different now; a wet slosh from your front, a tighter, slicker noise from behind.
“Feel us,” Ridok grunted, his pace increasing. “Every part of you is ours. Your cunt. Your ass. Your mouth. Your life.”
He fucked your ass in an animalistic rhythm. The stimulation on your already-overwhelmed nerves, the feel of Wolnar’s knot still pulsing inside your pussy, the sight of your own distorted belly… it drove you to another orgasm, a weaker, rolling shockwave that left you trembling and boneless.
Ridok felt your inner muscles fluttering around his cock in your ass and lost his control. With a final, deep grind, his own knot began to swell.
“No, no, please,” you whimpered. Your ass couldn’t possibly take it.
It did, but just barely.
With a pained moan from you and a triumphant roar from him, Ridok’s knot forced its way into your ass, locking him inside you alongside his pack-brother. You were utterly, completely impaled. The stretch was mind-breaking. His release was hot and deep inside your bowels, adding to the feeling of fullness.
They both collapsed over you, a mountain of fur and muscle and heat. You were trapped, knotted front and back, a sandwich of werewolf cum slowly cooking inside you. Your belly was a round curve. You could only lie there, panting, tears drying on your cheeks, a wrecked doll between them.
A long time passed. Their knots went down. Wolnar slipped out of you first, a gush of his seed following, dripping down your thighs. Ridok pulled out a few minutes later, a similar, messier result.
They didn’t let you clean up. They pulled you, limp and dripping, between them, licking your face, your neck, the mess between your legs. Their tongues were rough, cleaning but also re-marking.
“Our good girl,” Wolnar mumbled, nuzzling you.
“The best,” Ridok agreed, his arm thrown over you both.
You lay there in the mess and the smell of sex and wolf. The chain was still on your ankle. Your belly was tender and full. Their cum was inside you.
“Love you,” you whispered, the words automatic, true in a twisted way you didn’t care to examine.
They both stilled, then rumbled, the sound pure happiness.
“We know, little cat,” Wolnar said. “We love you too. Ours.”
The sun was higher now, but the den was dark. You closed your eyes. There would be more, later. There was always more.
And in the animal core of you, the part that had accepted the chain and the knots and the claiming, you craved it.
Living with two werewolves, their not siblings or anything like that just enjoy living together outside of their usual packs home grounds.
You drew the proverbial short straw as you ended up moving in with them,after seeing their post looking for a roommate post on "findmyflatmate" you had applied and gotten accepted before even meeting them, it should have been a little bit of a red flag how quickly they accepted you but you needed a place to stay and they were very close to your new job, so you took it in stride and signed a short term agreement of six months with them.
You'd met the landlord, but not your roommates, when you moved in, a sweet woman, she handed you a copy of the keys and the door fob, shooing you out of the way when you offered to pay for them like a normal tenant would, being surprised and concerned when she tells you it one of many copies she has due to how often they go missing with your two soon to be roommates.
The first night went as well as it could have, you unpacked as much as you could before passing out, sleeping as best you can till in the early hours a knock at your door woke you.
Standing in the doorway to your new room is the shewolf of your two new roommates, she looks mildly hung over as she scratches her belly fluffy and asks if you want in on breakfast. Apparently it's funny as you yelp and cover your eyes, asking her to put a shirt on as you clock her standing tits out in your doorway, she laughs and walks off leaving you to a scramble out of bed and awkwardly follow after her as she calls out to the other werewolf you now live with calling you a 'shy little thing' a strange, for you at least, exchange of chuffs and growls follows before your greeted with the other werewolf in much the same shirtless state as the shewolf.
It takes a while but you come to expect the shewolf to walk the apartment in only shorts or boxers, it is apparently a well engrained habit that not even a new roommate could change.
You also come to learn how blunt and disgustingly horny the two can be.
Even towards you, the new face in the house.
The two werewolves find it both endearing and entertaining to make your face heat and become somewhat bashful with them as they spill filth between the two of them at you, having waited for the shower one time only to come face to chest with the shewolf who asks if you want to help her clean up all the excess water, stalking towards you as she drops her towel, whining that she'll be gentle as you scurry back into your room. Her male counterpart is overt as he sits naked on the couch, legs spread and head tipped back as he lets the apartment air out while he sits half hard and smirking as he proposes you help him earn his shower for the day as he growls for you not to run while stroking his sheath and working more of his cock free.
The more you fluster the more they push, chasing you around the apartment and cooing that they can play nice, or that if the bed ain't big enough the floors can always be cleaned, whining and yipping as they cage you in playfully rubbing themselves against you as they growl about how they know you don't hate it, can smell how you're going to like how they chase you.
You're very lucky they have yet to toe the line and rummage through your room, your box of toys that have seen more and more use of late tucked away in a draw that the lock won't survive the first expedition of the two wolves into your room.
yandere!werewolves x ftm!human!reader | NSFW, fluffy, VALENTINES SPECIAL | sub. bttm. reader | reader has had top surgery and bottom growth | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 6.7k
warnings: monster fucking, knots, pack dynamics, scenting, territorial behaviour, d. penetration, anal sex, scarification, biting, brief mention of a piss kink (but in a joking way), unapologetically possessive, borderline manipulative (r! and the yanderes), mentions of breeding, unnatural amounts of cum, violence, mentions of animal death, body horror (werewolf transformations), AFAB terminology used (clit referred to as cock/dick)
authors note: Oh my god, I'm so sorry this was posted so late. I had an impromptu, volatile, family trip the week of Valentine's and it totally threw off the schedule but the pack is finally here!!! I hope you all love the boys as much as I do! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
Listening to ▸ One More Night by Chris Grey / Want You So Bad by The Vaccines / Cherry Coloured Funk by Cocteau Twins
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Ilya decides early on that you don’t need to work. Murmuring to your skin, you could just live like animals with him in a cabin somewhere. He’d plough the lands to make it fertile — his blunt words and sharp grin never failed to make you shove his face away at his obvious innuendos. It was a desire he had within him that you understand but wouldn’t humour.
As much as you hated this capitalist society — society, you mumbled to yourself in a mocking hiss — you enjoyed the little luxuries your job afforded you. It felt good making your own money, even if it came at the cost of dealing with the general public.
After all, it would only take a few hours, and then you’d drive back to your home at the edge of the town to home, or he’d unceremoniously arrive in his truck, with Keaton waving cheerfully your way as he hopped down from the back. His gummy grin, with those fangs poking his lower lip, instantly tugged the corners of your lips up. The younger man wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in his usual greeting.
“Keaton,” Your little groan made him laugh boisterously. He hitched you up higher, curling his arm under your ass with a victorious ‘whoop!’ that forces you to purse your lips together as a way to not encourage him further.
Ilya would watch with that smug canine-like grin from where he was sitting, draping an elbow out the window and calling out for you with his voice dripping with confidence.
“My coworkers are starting to think you guys are recruiting me into a woodland cult, you know that right?” You said with a pointed tone, one brow raised to prove your point.
Keaton bounces you, which makes you yelp. Wrapping your arms around his fluffy head of hair also makes him yelp. Ilya simply chuckles at the humorous sight. Even with supernatural strength, Keaton was chronically clumsy.
“We make a pretty shit cult!” Ilya tilts his head down as he yells, his dark shades sliding down his nose bridge slightly while your nosy coworkers either turn their gazes away from the parking lot or hurry to their car. Small town, it couldn’t be helped. Most of their entertainment comes from hot gossip and your queer relationship with four men was irrevocably the hottest gossip they’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
“Ilya!” You scold whilst still trying to crunch your stomach, Keaton balancing you on his shoulder. “You’re an ass, I’m gonna have to talk to them tomorrow!”
Keaton finally places you on the hood of the truck, hiding his sigh of relief as he boxes you in with his hands. His puffy monolids earn him a concerned stroke over those pretty brown eyes from you. “You didn’t come home last night, you didn’t get into too much trouble, right?”
Keaton was the youngest in your pack, polycule, the menagerie of men that had found themselves attached to you. He worked hard to prove himself worthy to you and others even though he didn’t need to.
He grins coyly, nuzzling his nose into your palm sweetly to reassure you. “Nothing your boy couldn’t handle, sweetheart,” You crinkle your nose at his flirtatious tone, that damn English accent of his never failing to make heat rush to your face. It wasn’t fair that he knew this fact.
What with him being a werewolf and all —
“His ass is hot enough as it is, Keaton. Let’s not burn it on the hood.”
Ilya brushes the long framing pieces of his pale gold hair back, a pinkish, healed, scar that ran down his right eye peeking out from the top and bottom of his shades. Your thumb brushes over Keaton’s right jaw, how the scar dips into his cheeks a bit. Matching scars. Sweet, wasn’t it?
You succumb to Keaton’s manhandling as he picks you up and places you on the passenger side, squeezing you between himself and Ilya.
“Harley’s making dinner,” Keaton informs as he rolls down the windows. You lean back, kneading into your neck. “What’s the occasion?”
Ilya gasps dramatically, pushing his glasses up to rest them on his head. He turns his head, ignoring the road ahead. “You forgot what today is? Of all days?”
Keeping up with four birthdays was a hassle, but you’re certain that today wasn't any of their birth anniversaries—as Keaton likes to call them—so you simply turn his scruffy chin forward while you think.
“I’m heartbroken,” Ilya continues while Keaton chuckles softly. “We’ve prepared so much for you.”
“Was today a busy day?” Keaton asks, placing his elbow on the window ledge with a brow raised. “You didn’t notice the decorations?”
Both of them guffaw as you furrow your brows in thought. Today was rather busy and you found yourself focusing on tasks rather than the decorations. But you remembered the smell of bouquets and the little heart motifs scattered around and you gasped softly.
“I can’t believe you forgot about Valentine's Day,” Keaton laughs through his words. “You’d think that as a guy dating four other men…”
“Our sweetheart here is as cruel as he is beautiful, Keaton,” laments Ilya. The breeze flowing through now smelled of pine and wood the further you went. The trees now grew taller as the path continued to become more winding.
“Hey, I was busy!” You huffed defensively, lightly squirming against Keaton’s hold when he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I’m sorry I’m not running around the woods naked, hunting venison. I provide for my four housewives with streaming services and wi-fi.”
Ilya laughs just as he breaks the monotonous drive with a smooth turn to a down path. The ride is bumpy but Keaton simply holds you close. Your home is an older house. Its skeleton is sturdy, with signs of care and improvement plastered here and there. The warm wood tones and stone gave it a much cosier feel, with Harley’s abundance of plants hanging down and planted in large pots. Ilya’s garage was detached off to the side, and messes were strewn about in controlled chaos that no one dared to disturb in case it disrupted Ilya’s flow.
The newest addition to the side of the home was a sunroom for Harley and Pearl to make their own. Bags of dirt and freshly potted plants were in one corner while the other had a large table covered in paint and brushes. The gravel crunched under the weight of the truck and you spotted Harley’s blurry figure behind the patchwork frosted-and-stained glass windows as he made his way to the front door. When he smiles, the scar down his lip stretches, and you press a loving kiss over it just as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders.
“Happy Valentine's Day, baby.” Your words instantly soften his eyes, gently squeezing you closer to his soft front as he presses a kiss on your forehead.
“That’s unfair!” Keaton gawks, coming to Harley’s side and only quieting down into a playful glare when he’s bestowed a loving kiss on his temple. “He forgot today’s Valentine’s Day until Ilya and I told him. You cheater,” You stick your tongue out at Keaton and he returns it whilst Ilya and Harley share a warm kiss.
The day’s exhaustion was slowly seeping out of you as your mates surrounded you, but you were still missing one more.“He’s been missing you, bad” Harley takes a soft tone and the worried scrunch of your brows makes him poke the little wrinkle which made you chuckle — Harley patted your backside as you slipped past him to make your way towards your precious Pearl.
You hear his desperate whines through the door of the den, calling out his name softly as you creak open the French doors. Pearl peeked his head out from the mess of duvets, scented clothes, and pillows. His hair messily flowing over his shoulder as he straightens up into a kneeling position, the padded chain on his ankles clinking as he attempts to inch closer to you.
He appeared feverish but still wholly there. You offer a kind smile, kneeling and pressing a kiss to the scar across his nose — the length of which was the space between his eyes — and threading your fingers through his hair to massage at the base of his skull. His eyes flutter close, leaning onto you and sighing in contentment as he breathes you in.
“Keaton was yelling, ‘bout what?” Pearl whispers. You stifle a chuckle, focusing on working your fingers on him and easing him as much as you can.
“I forgot about Valentine’s Day. He reminded me, so I wished Harley a Happy V-Day at the door and K called me a cheater.” You feel his lips stretch into a wide smile, his teeth lightly brushed against your jaw as he embraces you.
“I think I’m just an opportunistic hunter, not a cheater,” Pearl hums his agreement as he noses at your neck. You close your eyes, working your touch to his face to brush over the raised scar — the action makes him shiver but he doesn’t ask you to stop.
“Your rut’s comin’ in hot, huh?”
“Harley’s been helping, but I just really missed you today.”
It was romantic that Pearl’s rut was coming on today of all days, which made it a bit more special. Not that any of you needed to be convinced to help the other out in their time of need, in more ways than just sexual, but you suppose you understand why they — Ilya and Keaton — were being whiny about your forgetfulness.
Ilya makes his presence known with his deliberate footsteps, waiting for Pearl’s tense shoulders to lower before he makes his way inside. Pearl greets him with a crackly rumble of his throat that Ilya returns.
“Harley’s made dinner. Let’s wash up, mh?”
You can’t help the rush of excitement that washes over your body at Ilya’s purr and neither can Pearl. He stands up, the thick blanket over his shoulder the only thing keeping his bits away from view. Ilya’s the tallest in your pack, towering over most people and intimidating them with his sharp grin and gleaming blue eyes — it doesn’t help that he’s pretty well-built. Wolf shifters, werewolves, lycans — whatever you wish to call them — built muscles better than the average human and Ilya was a fine example of such.
Pearl intimidated others with his height as well. Despite his thinner frame and long hair, his height and the scar across his pretty face could be a terrifying combo to others when he’s looming over your shoulder with his green eyes darkened. Ilya finds Pearl adorable despite his tendency to make people piss in their pants from his wide-eyed glare though. Joking it was the reason he fell for him when he met the two of you for the first time.
The blonde wrapped his arms around the feverish Pearl and motioned for you to follow them to the bathroom. You reminisce about how all of you came to be.
Pearl had been your childhood friend. He’d always been the quiet kid, preferring to keep to himself and despising when the classroom got too loud or noisy. You felt protective of him then and he adored you for doing so — he never mentioned how tough his home life was when you were little, and his supernatural healing never left much scars anyway, but having you share your toys with him or quietly sitting next to him during recess was always a soothing balm to the abuse that awaited him behind closed door.
He’d been so protective of you. In his own way. Quietly watching your window at night, his ears pointed forward in alert at every little noise that came from your room. Memorizing the smell of your clothes, your unique scent, the soap you used, the shampoo, the cologne — but nothing compared to seeing you laugh. The crinkle in your nose, the smile lines on your cheeks, seeing your gums and your lips spread open while you throw your head back. Pearl swears nothing compared to that.
So when Ilya came to your town, with his bike and blonde buzzcut and annoyingly seductive accent, Pearl felt his hackles rise. Humans had an instinct, something inside them that sent prickles of goose flesh across their skin when they met eyes with people like Pearl. From the dark ages maybe. A survival trait they kept within their DNA, generations of terror woven into their bloodlines.
Ilya wasn’t a human and that frustrated Pearl. Because suddenly, he couldn’t use his intimidation tactics anymore. Ilya and him were on the same level and Pearl couldn’t sleep for nights as he insisted on sleepovers at yours, making a weepy story about his father drinking again.
It didn’t annoy Ilya to smell Pearl’s scent all over you. That cool confidence he had when he’d land his shoulder on your locker and smile down at you made Pearl leave claw marks on his textbooks, his claws puncturing through the thick cover when Ilya made eye contact with him from across the hall.
In truth, Pearl wasn’t the only one feeling troubled with Ilya’s presence. You did as well. Feeling some odd guilt when Ilya convinces you to stay in his garage for longer, or being under his arm and getting flustered when you were sure you’d been forming a crush on Pearl.
Ilya on the other hand?
He was loving every second. Your conflicted expressions. The ‘will he or will he not’s?’ moments between you made him feel giddy. You seemed so guilt-ridden as if he was a guilty pleasure.
And Pearl’s frustration and anger? It was like an aphrodisiac. Finding a pack after moving away from his previous one with just his mother and little sister was tough — Pearl’s family weren’t exactly tolerant to those with, as they had put it, fucked up accents. It was malicious at first, screwing with Pearl’s favourite little human, but then…
Pinning him down, chunks of dirt flew up into the air as they wrestled and bit at each other. Bits of fur and spit flying around, blood painting the ground, their breaths puffing up into the cold air that night. Pearl’s dark coat shone with crimson, his claws slashing down at Ilya’s cheek and splitting his skin apart — god, it was so hot seeing him so angry.
Pearl escaped beneath him, panting as he watched him shed his skin to his human one. Naked, bruised, battered, bleeding — licking the blood away from his lips as he openly eyed Pearl.
The scar that ran down his right eye bleeding heavily just like the scar across Pearl’s nose.
Ilya had never considered himself as monogamous. His version of love was as wild as he was. He despised those who cheated though, and if his partner had been monogamous, he’d respected it and be content; though, as he helped Pearl and you in the shower, with Harley and Keaton setting up for dinner, he was right where he needed to be.
Ilya helps Pearl with washing his waist-length hair, admiring him and you as the water cascades down your bodies. When he presses close, Pearl lets out a snort at the feeling of Ilya’s hard-on to his ass.
“Am I the one in a rut or are you?” Ilya presses his tongue to Pearl’s neck, growling playfully as he presses closer. You laugh when shampoo lands on his tongue and the tall blonde wretches, hacking and tilting his tongue towards the shower to wash it off.
Harley doesn’t ask what happens when he steps inside, simply ignoring Ilya choking on the water as he places some towels on the counter. You coo out your thanks between the giggles and he reaches in to place a kiss on your lips and Pearls as well.
Harley and Keaton had come together in a package. Stumbling into your territory by complete accident during a full moon, meeting the wrath of a protective Pearl and Ilya because they’d been watching you soak in the moonlight naked as the day you were born.
The scar on Harley’s lips and Keaton’s jaw — it healed just fine at first. Until they got closer to your pack and heard Ilya’s romantic retelling of their scars seemed to convince Keaton that he needed to reopen it. To mark himself with something to remind themselves of the first time they met all of you, Harley didn’t seem convinced at first until he had you sat on his lap with a wolf shifter’s claw in one hand, fashioned into a dagger.
‘Who did that come from?” he asked. You smile at him, leaning in until he can feel your eyelashes brush along his temple. “Ilya broke it during your fight. I was so scared watching the both of you fight, the growling, the ripping.”
Harley gulped thickly, his heart racing as he remembered that first encounter. You place your hand over his chest, his senses were so heightened at that moment he swore he heard the friction of your palm against his curly chest hair.
“I had the best sex of my life that night,” Harley squirms when you giggle into his ear. “Keaton said you fucked him through the mattress that night too.”
Being a human honestly didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. You had these men on your damn leash and that wasn’t some secret. It was truly all your doing — Pearl’s stalking, Ilya’s desire to have you stay at home with them, Harley’s constant doting, Keaton’s need to impress you.
In truth, despite your playful teases and chidings, you adored the love they showed you—even the more intense sides.
Why would you change their nature? When you go into a den of wolves, did you expect them to not use their fangs and claws?
This was how love had always been. Pearl’s breath on your bare neck while you sleep. Ilya’s claws poke at the flesh of your waist when he notices eyes on you. Harley’s growl against your shoulder when he smells someone else on you. Keaton’s fangs threaten to pierce your thigh when he has your legs over his shoulder in an alleyway after someone was being ‘too nice’ to you.
Harley had prepared some spicy vodka pasta with some chicken, something that made Pearl sway excitedly in his seat as he took bite after bite. Idle chatter was shared, Keaton complaining about your forgetfulness and slyness while Ilya mentioned getting to repair some old man’s precious bike after warming up to him at the bar.
“I was out all night to make sure no one crashes our party later,” Keaton admits with a proud smirk. You can imagine him and his grey coat, getting on his strong hind legs to smell the shifts in the air then going on all fours again — a streak of silver between the tall trees in the night.
“That’s a cute way of saying you pissed marked our land,” Your teasing makes Harley and Pearl roll their eyes. Ilya laughs, covering his mouth while Keaton flares his nostrils at you in a huff. “You’re totally askin’ for it, aren’t ya’?”
“I’m just saying!” You chuckle as you raise your hands, “It’s cute!”
“It’s not supposed to be! I’m keeping intruders away, bears and all that!”
“Keaton, honey, can we not talk about your piss during dinner?” Pearly politely interjects.
“Wha — why not!?”
Ilya purrs, swallowing his food to add more to the conversation until Harley disrupts his plans by shoving more pasta in his mouth.
A night walk after dinner was the perfect way to begin your party. Your mates had gone ahead first, nuzzling your cheek sweetly as they shed their human skin. The sounds of their bones breaking and muscles tearing apart, the heat radiating from their rapid growth and change, made the night air much more bearable. The gore that was leftover stained your bare feet, but Ilya sweetly licked it away, pressing his nose to your stomach and pleading silently for your touch through his fur.
Your skin was like cool river water, soothing his too-hot skin as it slowly adjusted to the environment. Keaton bumps into him, impatient as his tail thumps into the ground and he presses his snout to your shoulder, towering over you as he uses his two hind paws legs to stand on. Harley’s large hands press to your waist, his claws carefully hovering as he nudges your palm to his snout.
They were terrifying beasts of legend. Even on all fours, they were nearly as tall as horses, and when they stood up on their legs they easily dwarfed even the tallest man. Their claws could easily disembowel you and their fangs could puncture through your skull with no effort. Hell, if Keaton was careless enough, he could fracture your ribs just by thwacking his tail to your chest.
The stench of iron and heated flesh should scare you if the sight of their transformation didn’t, but you’d grown so desensitized to it. You admired the sight, the smell, the feeling of their strong muscles underneath your hand as they overwhelmed you with affection.
Pearl approaches you from behind, his breath making your hair sway as his large tongue licks at your neck. You cradle his bottom jaw, feeling the blunt teeth he has with no fear despite knowing how easily he could just snap your fingers off. He whines, feeling you inspect his maw so casually — letting him taste you when he was already so pent up.
Neither did that thin white shirt you have on. Whenever you moved, the ends of it swayed enticingly across the tops of your bare thighs and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than bury himself between them.
You push his mouth away, detaching yourself from the four of them. Walking backwards, feeling their blood on the dirt, watching them watching you; how their eyes glowed in the dark when a cloud momentarily hid the moon away from such a frightening scene. They don’t move but every muscle seemed ready for a chase.
You tease them by baring your teeth in that devilish grin, each step away from them coy and playful. You’re getting too far — Pearl takes a step forward and you freeze just as they all do. Harley’s low growl sends shivers down your spine, he licks at his teeth, taking a step as well which Ilya follows.
It’s Keaton’s impatience that starts the chase.
He takes one, then two, three and by the fourth you’ve turned around and began running.
These woods, your woods, were familiar to you. You knew every nook and cranny, running in the dark didn’t scare you anymore. Even with four werewolves hunting you down. You could hear them, barking and howling as they rushed towards you.
You use your size to your advantage. Ducking and weaving through the branches and trees. Ilya’s bulky size falters with every sharp turn and Harley’s not faring any better. The branches cut into your skin, further enticing them as you laugh breathlessly.
The light breaching from the treetops was swaying, something only Pearl often did when he’d jump from tree to tree to try and pin you down. He wasn’t usually so impatient but it was fine. He’d been waiting all day for this, his rut now fully overtaking him as he zeroed in on you.
You break through the trees into a familiar clearing. A snarl rips through the pounding in your ears and you see them. Four monstrous wolves surrounded you, their tongues lolled out as they panted and panted. Breathing in your scent greedily while you watched them get closer and closer and closer.
Pearl’s large paw covers the entirety of your chest. The claw of his pointer finger poking your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to make you suck in a breath. Their skin was rough, they had to be considering how they moved around under the moonlight — hunting to provide for you and protecting you from other supernaturals.
It’s hard to kiss when they’re shifted. But you can tell he wants to. Those green eyes are so overcome with choices and needs as he takes in the sight of you. The breeze that flutters by makes you shiver, so Pearl grabs you by the waist to pull you in.
“I want to tear you apart,” his voice is barely human. Every word was a snarl, but underlying is unmistakably your Pearl. You feel through his fur, suppressing your grin as you spot his tail beginning to sway from side to side.
“Are you asking or telling me?”
You’re on your back. The soft grass and undergrowth cushion you further as Pearl hovers above you, his size completely dwarfing the night sky. Hiding you away from the heavens, keeping you safe from whatever deity that watched on. No, they wouldn’t be able to see you — they didn’t deserve to see you like this. They weren’t Ilya, or Harley, or Keaton. The angels hadn’t proved their devotion to you, not like they had.
Harley approaches with his russet brown fur and gold eyes beckoning for your attention. Pearl pays him no mind as he focuses on your thin white shirt. He tears through it, further exposing your body to him. You gasp, feeling the raised welts he’d left stinging so he leans down to lick at it, keeping it warm from the cold night air. His tongue made you inhale sharply, warmth spreading throughout your entire body as he dragged it down your sternum to your navel and finally to his warm cunt.
Harley watches Pearl, bringing your head to his stomach to lie on. You know he’s just being cautious — Pearl was in a rut; he could get impatient. You weren’t a werewolf with supernatural healing, if he was too rushed, he could hurt you. You send Harley a sheepish grin but your face quickly melts into pleasure as Pearl’s warm tongue slips inside of you. The visual would terrify anyone. This beast with his deadly mouth over your sex, his sharp claws digging into the plush of your thighs while his fangs hover too close. But this was pure heaven to you — this image might as well be painted onto chapel walls.
You moan out his name, digging your shoulders involuntarily into Harley as he laps and fucks your hole. Your taste overtakes his muddled senses, just as your scent does. The moonlight on your bare skin with Harley keeping you comfortable and warm — his hard-on peaking through his sheath. Pearl can hear Keaton’s pants as he circles, the grey wolf keeping his head low as he waits for his turn.
While Ilya was simply watching on. He always did love to watch — kinky fuck.
Pearl imagines Ilya laughing at his insult and how sweet your laughter would be when you join in, then Harley and Keaton. A symphony that Pearl still can’t believe he’s allowed to hear or participate in.
You arch your back when he brushes his fangs on your cock, something he reprimands by digging his claws into your flesh. Your blood is an aphrodisiac that Keaton can’t resist. He draws close to your side, whining as he tries to lick it away. The sound Pearl’s jaw makes when he snaps at him makes you flinch, so Harley licks at your neck. His chest rumbles soothingly to keep you calm.
“Keaton, wait,” Harley reminds. He whines again, laying his head on your chest. Pinning you down. It’s hard to do much in this form without risking an injury to you and Keaton’s not known for his patience so you call out to him, voice breaking as Pearl continues to pay close attention to your twitching and raising cock.
“I can suck you off, baby.”
Keaton’s cock had fully come out of his sheath the second Pearl had laid you on the ground. It twitched against his stomach. The thick member gleaming with pre as he positions himself to your side. It’s a bit awkward considering this anatomy wasn’t meant to be kneeled like this, but he doesn’t complain — not when you press your pillowy lips to his leaking tip and look up at him so sweetly.
“You brat,” Harley chides though he doesn’t mean it. Keaton was the youngest, a fact he often used to his advantage to get his way. Keaton just focuses on you, his smug energy being felt even with no grin or smirk.
Watching you take monster cock was a sight only for them. They imprint it into their memories. Your lips struggling to wrap around it, cheeks desperately sucked in as you breathe through your nose. That determined look in your eyes as you bob your head — you took in their human cocks like a champ, you weren’t going to let a little transformation stop you from doing the same when they’ve turned.
Keaton ruts his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You pull away with a lewd pwah sound, panting raggedly as Pearl brings you to your first orgasm of the night. You don’t even get to warn him before you moan out for him once again, ripping out a handful of grass from the dirt as you cum.
Pearl pulls away, licking his mouth. But he wasn’t satisfied. His cock hung heavy between his legs, bright red and angry as he climbs back on top of you. He lets Keaton lick at the remnants of you on his snout while he nudges his tip against you. He ruts and ruts, grunting and growling as he feels you.
You whine softly, keeping Keaton’s cock happy with your hand while you hungrily stare at his dick rubbing against your cunt.
“Yuh - you said you were going to tear me apart,” you whimper out. “Ruin me already.”
“Fuck.”
His cock applies pressure, but your cunt won’t give in. It frustrates the both of you. You reach a hand down to spread yourself for him, whispering pleas for him to try again so he does. The tip of his dick presses in and the pressure makes you chew on your bottom lip. Harley’s chest rumbles again while Keaton teases at your chest with his large hands. Rubbing a bit of dirt onto you — tainting you further.
“Doing so good for us, yeah? Taking in Pearl’s thick fucking cock like a champ. Yeah, c’mon, we know you can do it,” Harley reminds you to breathe and finally Pearl’s tip pops inside, something that makes you squirm. He stills, despite his instincts yelling at him to keep pushing in — Pearl stills. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he can’t.
But when he looks down at you and sees your wet eyes and wetter cunt, he feels his self-restraint escaping him. Your body was at a cross between pushing him out or keeping him in, pulsing around the sensitive cockhead but you had made up your mind.
“Muh -More, more, fuck — more, please.”
So good for them. You were made for monster cocks. Made just for them to fuck, to use, to ruin, to tear apart.
Pearl snarls, gripping at your waist with both hands and pushes in. You groan deep in your throat, eyes rolling back as his dick splits you apart. His girth was making your head spin, the more he pushed in the emptier your brain got.
“Halfway in,” Keaton grumbles out, “C’mon baby, you got it.”
Pearl angles your hips, adjusting you as if you were some toy, then gives you a few shallow thrusts. It makes you squeal, dirt digging under your nails as sweat slides down your neck.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ilya’s voice makes you whimper. The white wolf nips at Pearl’s arms, immediately making him loosen his bruising grip. “You’re pushing Pearl out. You want his cock, right?”
You nod, weak little ‘mhm’s’ coming from your chewed-up lips.
“You don’t wanna be empty anymore, right?”
“No, never again. Want all of you inside, all of you.”
Harley chuckles at that while Keaton sympathizes with you, nudging his snout to your cheek sweetly.
“Focus on taking his dick first, greedy little thing,” Ilya coos.
Pearl slides more of himself in. Letting your body adjust and when he finally bottoms out, you’re convinced nothing could compare to this. This fullness, being this complete. Pearl strokes over the bulge in your stomach with his thumb, gently pressing down and laughing breathlessly when you mewl.
“Fuh - fuck, you’re — I can only feel your cock.”
Pearl’s changing the shape of your insides. His cock pulsing desperately and then, warmth floods you. You shudder, squirming again in alarm while he’s trembling above you. You can feel his cum leak out of you while he can feel just how much warmer it makes you.
You’re not disappointed at him cumming so fast, considering how his dick was still as stiff as a metal pole —
He drags his cock out, and the obscene noise your boypussy makes earns a happy thump of Keaton’s tail against the ground. The emptiness you feel is short-lived, but you still manage to sob out that you need him inside again, to which he happily obliges.
Pearl thrusts himself back in, his knot swollen as it continues to press against you. He adjusts his stance, pushing you further up Harley’s body as he fucks you. You’re at his mercy, body going limp as he continues.
No, not just at his mercy. You can feel Harley’s cock against your shoulder, and Keaton’s on your chest.
You can’t let them go unhappy.
It was Valentine’s Day.
You’re on your hands and knees now. It was easier like this to use all parts of you. Your knees were spread, the crushed grass beneath you leaving indents of the blades of grass into your knees and palms. You can barely breathe with Harley’s cock inside of your mouth but with Keaton’s rough thrusts, you find yourself gagging and choking more than you’re sucking.
“Keaton, slow down.” Harley chuckles. “He can barely keep himself on my dick.”
Keaton whines, shaking his head and pinning his ears back as he presses his hips to your ass. It made you cough, nearly falling onto your face if it weren’t for Harley catching you.
“He feels so good,” Keaton’s accent got rougher the drunker he got. More growly as he struggles to actually speak. “Fuck, he’s so soft. So tight, shit Harls, there’s so much cum inside of him. It’s so fuckin’ gross.”
You should make an indignant retort, though you know Keaton’s just degrading you, but you’re too focused on cumming again. Keaton groans when your insides squeeze him, practically fluttering around him as you pulse and jerk until you finally manage to catch your breath.
“Fuuuuck” Keaton hitches you back, grinding you onto his cock until he finally lets out a load inside of you. You moan, legs shaking as you feel globs of cum sliding down your thighs.
“Yeah, take all of it, baby.”
Harley straightens your position, letting you lean against Harley as he nudges his cock to your hole.
“Think he’s loose enough?” Keaton shrugs a bit, giving you another roll of his hips which you can barely manage to tighten up at anymore. “Fuck yeah, he is.”
Ilya chuckles at Harley’s wagging tail. Sucking in a breath when Pearl bites into his shoulder, his cockhead once again pressing into that spot that makes Ilya’s entire body shudder.
“Ilya,” Pearl snarls out, going as hard as he can without worrying about breaking any hip bones. Ilya takes him in with ease, grunting with each thrust while his dick leaks onto the forest floor.
“Feelin’good, pretty?”
The nickname sounded odd in the moment. Werewolves weren’t pretty. But Pearl was. He’d always been, even like this — No. Especially like this. Fucking him senselessly, his rut in full effect.
“You’re so tight, Ilya.”
The white wolf simply moans in agreement, baring his neck as he watches you.
You’re being held up by Keaton, your skin shining with sweat and dirt and bits of blood while Harley nudges his cock to your half-filled entrance. You feel his stare — he’s so proud that you can still be aware enough to notice — and give him a loose grin.
What a whore.
Smiling so sweetly at him even when two cocks were pressed against you.
Pearl growls as he catches on Ilya’s stare, his dick twitching inside of him as you completely break apart at the two of them.
They didn’t even have to thrust — they couldn’t even if they wanted to – to have you squirt around their halfway in cocks. Your hips bucking and thighs twitching as you pant, gripping onto Harley’s neck desperately as your toes curl in the air.
“Shit, I can’t — Mngh! Ngh-ah! I can’t stop cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Ilya shed into his human skin, stalking close to you as you’re laid on Pearl’s front. Chest to chest as he shushes you, using his strength to easily manipulate your hips up and down his cock.
“You’re so ready for my knot, baby,” Pearl encourages.
Ilya kneels between Pearl’s legs, grabbing at the mounds of your ass before he spits at your soaked asshole. You moan, turning to look over your shoulder, watching Ilya as he licks at it. You flutter your eyes closed, simply wrapping your arms around Pearl’s neck.
“Knot me, knot me, knot me.”
Pearl grunts when Ilya tongues at his knot, teasing it just because he could. Keaton's loud yelp earns a pleased groan from you, watching as Harley fucks into him in their human form.
Ilya’s cock presses into you and you perk your ass backwards, feeling him stretch your ass out. It’s always been Ilya’s favourite — it was rare for him to fuck your boycunt, he preferred this hole, he says.
He was the only one allowed to fuck it. Your walls welcomed him in, practically greeting him in a hug, and he smiles when he feels Pearl’s cock.
“Our cocks are frotagging inside of you, sweetheart.” Ilya tells you, biting down on your earlobe with his still too-wolflike teeth. “You’re so filthy. So fucked up. You’re spilling out cum with every thrust. Can you even feel me inside of you?”
You can’t manage a reply. Making noises of agreement as your cock rubs against Pearl’s coarse fur.
“Cuh - cummin…cummin — Ah-ah” you can’t even scream anymore. Not like Keaton who tossed his head back, cock bouncing on his wet stomach, as Harley fucks him into the dirt.
Pearl’s knot slips inside, by accident, and you squeak in alarm. Ilya shushes you, helping Pearl guide you further down his knot. It’s big, fuck it’s big. Your cunt still offers some form of resistance, but it’s futile.
“There we go, that’s our boy.”
Ilya gives you rough thrusts, something that even makes Pearl moan as he can feel the movement from inside of you before he claims your insides. His cum is the only one leaking out of your ass. When it leaks down to where you’re connected with Pearl, he tries to lick it clean which earns him a smack to the face by Pearl’s tail.
“Oh- oh fuck! Harls!”
Ilya and Pearl watch the scene before them, the sound of skin slapping skin making Ilya groan.
“C’mon Harls,” Ilya purrs. “That’s it, fuck his ass. Such a good boy, eh? He deserves a load in him.”
Keaton mewls, arching his back as Harley finally cums inside of him. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge as well.
For a while, the only people talking were Ilya and Harley as they praised and licked each other clean while you laid on Pearl who refused to shift back — he refused to while you were knotted so preciously around him.
What was left of your shirt was used to wipe away sweat and cum. Your mates were so gentle as they cleaned you up, kissing up your spine and rubbing at the bruises on your waist.
“Fuck,” you groan out as your thoughts finally return to you. That warm haziness in your brain still lingers though not as strong.
“I’m never forgetting Valentine’s Day ever again.”
what kinds of magical beings/monsters would use specific petnames, and what do you think those would be for each monster? you can do as many different beings as you’d like to, Im just curious about this
Werewolves, Nagas, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Dragons (basically all the big beastly monsters) would use: -Little one, pet, deer (both the referring to the animal and “dear”), big/ little bear, honey, my one and only, my heart, flower, diamond,
Humanoids and entities (Vampires, cyborgs, demons, ghosts): - Baby, babe, doll, baby-doll, Darling of Mine, My Angel, Dove, Kitten
(https://www.tumblr.com/bumpen-underbeds/793972303584231424/living-with-two-werewolves-their-not-siblings-or?source=share) I need more of this please 🙏🥺 I want to see our wolf roommates bending us over in every single surface when they find out touys that are all werewolf themed and not ever having a day where we aren't naked and being taken by them 😋
You anon, have a very wrinkly brain, I like it! This isn't exactly what you mentioned but it is definitely what leads up to being naked and usable around the apartment.
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After two months of torment and teasing from your roommates, you'd grown somewhat used to them and their antics, even if they did mean you had to replace one of your toys twice in such a short time.
It was just one night, you'd been at a family gathering and had a little too much to drink and stayed the night, in that one night the two wolves you lived with had rampaged through your room and found your poorly hidden toys. Stumbling back through to your room you thought about how blessed you were to be able to simply rest, and get rid of the scratchy feeling consuming your throat, slumped into your messy sheets it's hardly registering that this isn't how you left your room, too focused on a good sleep over anything else.
You did at least get a few hours sleep before your door is thrown open and two much warmer bodies sunk into the sheets with you.
When you fully come around its dusk, your windows are closed and the room feels warm, it's like waking after a long car ride and manifesting in your bed magically, lifting your head as you blink sluggishly and notice the two werewolves have wrapped themselves around you. It takes a few moments to register before you're suddenly very awake and very aware of how messy your room had become in your time away.
Clothes, dirty clothes mostly, are scattered around your hamper, draws half open, the wardrobe has one of the doors half off its hinges, and there is a pile of your underwear suspiciously piled by the door and not in the very clearly overturned draw they should have been in. Shifting to crawl off the bed is met with clawed hands grabbing your hips, slowly dragging you back under the shewolf as she gropes at the fat of your hips snarling that you've kept secrets from them as the other werewolf slowly comes back around, pushing his face into the side of your neck as he drags his tongue along any skin he can reach.
You can feel the embarrassment flood through you as a very familiar knotted toy is dangled in front of your face, claws dig into your cheeks as you close your eyes to avoid looking at the well loved and well used toy, staring at the toy you whine as she coos at you for using cheap imitations when there is a perfectly good one right here in the apartment, her free hand guides you to touch the other werewolves cock watching your face for even a hint of unease or disgust, monsters they may be but they want you to want it as much as they do. Seeing nothing but slow building lust and the shade of embarrassment at getting caught she smiles and helps guide your hand into jacking off your male roommate together, coaxing his cock free of his sheath and making sure to watch as your eyes drift down to watch how hard he gets under your combined touch.
Whatever agreement or relationship the two werewolves have is clearly led by the shewolf, as she helps direct you, pushing and tugging you into all fours and kicking your blankets onto the already messy floor of your room as she settles against your pillows, tail lazily thumping against your mattress as she watches how your face changes when her male counterpart takes to working you up and open with his tongue, clawed fingers digging into your ass as he growls between wet slurping sounds.
Not to be left to watch alone she tugs on your hair, making sure you're watching her through lidded eyes as she adjusts and slowly sinks down on your toy, groaning about how it maybe a good warmup for what your about to experience, yellow eyes staring you down as he parts her folds and let's you watch how she slowly rocks the fake knot into herself.
