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They kept circling me, but they all kept looking up at me, urgent desire in their gazes, and I thought that—before—their faces hadn’t seemed so easy to read in wolf form, but that now, I knew them so well, I understood them.
They wanted me to run now.
So, I did. I took off running, out through the fields of the farm. When I looked back, they were all watching me, looking strained, barely holding themselves back. I kept running, and I heard all three of them howling behind me, and it went through me like a rush of a frothing river.
I kept running, but when I glanced back again, they were coming for me now. They were so fast. They were gaining on me.
I let out a cry of mad laughter. This was fun and thrilling, and I wanted them to catch me, but I also wasn’t going to justletthem catch me. It was a game.
I pushed myself to run faster, to really try to get away.
But it was inevitable. They tackled me into the grass, all three of them, and they rolled me onto my back and began to lick and nip at my belly and breasts and the inside of my thighs and I groaned and arched my back into their tongues and then their paws and claws.
Paladin speared my pussy with his thick wolf cock and I came, screaming out my pleasure at the night sky.
Kestrel thrust his cock into my mouth and I took it eagerly. He tasted like adventure and excitement and sex.
Lazarus lathed my breasts and my mound with his wolf tongue, and I crested again, clenching on Paladin’s cock as it thrust into me.
Paladin came quick and Lazarus ripped him out by the nape of his neck and plunged his cock into me.
Kestrel burst into my mouth and I swallowed him down.
Then Paladin and Kestrel took over licking me, both of them concentrating on my pussy, and I came again and again and again.
Eventually, they nudged me to shaking feet and shoved me off.
They wanted me to run again.
I ran.
Not fast, not in a straight line, nothing like that.
I was laughing and sex-drunk and happy, sure they’d catch up to me at any moment.
But the wolf that came for me, the one that tackled me to the ground and whose furry body smothered mine so that I couldn’t move, that wolf wasn’t one of my mates.
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lazarus
IT WAS Anightmare.
They were everywhere.
They outnumbered us three to one, and I tried to keep enough of myself together to strategize or plan or think, but I had an overload of that pretty quick. There was only so much of my higher-level thinking skills that I could access in a shift.
The wolf took over, and then I was just mindless and raging.
Everything was a blur. I fought them. I watched myself fighting them.
But one of them leaped onto my back and sank his teeth into the back of my neck, and another one bit into my calf, and a third one ripped into my belly with his claws.
And then I was bleeding, bleeding badly.
I knew that when the sun came up, I’d shift back, whole and healed, and none of these wounds would matter, but when they let go of me, I fell down to the ground, whining and beaten.
They kept at me, kicking and swiping and biting me. They made more wounds, and I couldn’t even try to stop them.
