Page 103 of Lost to the Woods

“Damn, look at her cunt dripping,” Vareka adds, and I can hear his mouth watering in his voice.

Suddenly, Ghost’s hands grip my waist, firm and unyielding, and I’m lifted effortlessly, my body rearranged like a doll in his grasp. My back presses against his chest, the heat of him searing through my skin even as my bound arms strain behind me. My legs fall open over his lap, spread wide, and I feel the cool air of the room brush against my bared pussy, making me shiver.

He shifts slightly in the chair, adjusting us both until I’m perched over his hips, my feet resting on his knees. The position forces me to look ahead, and my breath hitches as I’m left on display, utterly exposed. And yet there’s a strange, twisted thrill in the way they watch me.

Their glowing eyes pierce through me with an intensity that makes my stomach twist. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their hands stroking their cocks fill the space, a lewd symphony that sends a flush of heat creeping up my neck.

My pulse quickens, my skin tingling with a mix of fear and anticipation as Ghost’s cock slides against my soaked slit, thick and heavy. The sensation is electric, my pussy fluttering with excitement as my juices coat him, glistening in the dim sunlight.

But he doesn’t give me what I crave. Instead, he aligns the tip of his cock with my other hole and smears his leaking precum over the sensitive rim. I barely have time to take a breath before he pushes in, slow but relentless, the stretch burning as he fills me inch by inch.

I cry out through the gag, my muffled sobs echoing in the room as tears stream down my cheeks. His girth is too much, the piercings along the underside of his cock scraping against my walls, sending sharp jolts of pain and pleasure through me.

Ghost doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. His presence behind me is overwhelming, his dominance undeniable as he claims me in front of them.

“Fuck, Bunny,” his voice a low, possessive growl in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Your virgin ass feels amazing. So tight, so perfect… Just a little more. Open up for me, baby.”

His words are filthy, degrading, and yet they send a jolt of heat straight to my core. I hate how much I love it, how my body responds to him despite the pain.

He grabs my thighs, spreading me even wider, and I feel him impaling me deeper, his thick cock stretching me to the limit. I’m trembling, my muscles clenching around him as I struggle to take him.

“Varekka,” he calls, his voice rough with desire.

The werewolf steps forward, his muscular legs bend unnaturally, ending in clawed paws that click against the floor. His slick fur is a mix of grey, white, and black, and his cock is fully erect, red and dripping, the knot at the base swollen with need.

His yellow eyes glow with hunger, and he licks his muzzle with a long, wet tongue, sharp teeth glinting. As terrifying as he is, I can’t help but find this beast beautiful.

All of them are.

Varekka drops to his knees in front of the chair, and with Ghost still buried deep inside my ass, he grips my thighs, pressing my knees to my chest as he leans in. The first swipe of his tongue against my slit is electric, a jolt of pleasure that makes me moan through the gag. He laps at me like an animal, his tongue rough and relentless, and I can feel my body loosening, surrendering to the sensations.

“There’s nothing quite like a wolf’s tongue on your pussy, is there?” Ghost taunts, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

Varekka devours me with a feral intensity, his canines nipping at my folds, drawing tiny beads of blood that only seem to excite him more. His claws leave crescent-shaped marks on my flesh, his tongue curling around my oversensitive, swollen clit before dipping lower, plunging into my core.

I’m trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps as a new orgasm builds inside me, until I shatter. My release gushing out in waves, flowing between us and helping Ghost’s cock to slide deeper with each thrust. The pleasure is intoxicating.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “Doesn’t it feel good to be stretched by Daddy’s cock?”

I only moan through the gag, my head falling back against his shoulder. This is too much. All of it is too much.

Varekka straightens, his knot fully formed, pulsing, as he strokes himself. With just a few rough jerks, he comes, thick ropes of cum splattering across my harnessed chest, painting my tits.

“Oh, look,” Ghost says, his voice dripping with amusement. “You made him cum just from tasting your sweet little cunt.”

But there’s no break. Zhyra is already behind him, his barbed cock throbbing and leaking precum. He pushes Varekka aside, his emerald eyes gleaming with lust as he grips his cock, aligning it with my center.

The first thrust is brutal, his barbs catching on my sensitive flesh as he forces himself inside me. I scream through the gag, tears streaming down my face as I feel impossibly full, both of my holes stretched to their limits.

“Fuck! She takes it like a dream,” Zhyra purrs, his voice a low, predatory growl. His fluffy tail rubs against my clit, making my pussy clench tighter around his shaft. “You feel how tightly she’s squeezing us both, brother?”

Ghost’s voice is a constant in my ear, his words filthy and degrading, praising me for how well I’m taking them, how good I feel around their cocks. Varekka watches with fascination, his cock already hard again as he continues stroking himself.

Then, Khalok looms over us, his massive form casting a shadow over the chair. His rough, calloused paws unclip the gag, removing the ball from my mouth.

My jaw aches, drool dripping down my chin as I gasp for air, but he doesn’t give me a moment to recover.

“What a mess you are. Spit on that cock,” he demands.

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