Page 123 of Lost to the Woods

He curses, his voice ragged. “Fuck, baby! That tiny hole is driving me crazy.”

His hips snap forward, burying himself deeper, the barbs dragging against my walls with each thrust in a way that makes my toes curl.

Unexpectedly, his tail snakes up between my thighs, the fur tickling my pussy slit, soaking in my juices, before the tip teases my entrance. Then, without any warning, it plunges deep, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The fur is soft yet coarse, rubbing against my sensitive walls as his tail works in and out in a controlled, relentless rhythm.

“Yeah, you like that? You like my tail fucking your little wet pussy?” He leans down, his whiskers brushing against my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and I can feel his teeth grazing my flesh, teasing, threatening, but never breaking the skin.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, don’t stop,” I moan, bucking my hips against him.

His tail curls just right, pressing against that wonderful spot inside me, making me whimper. All the while, his cock ruts into my ass. The pressure creates a maddening friction against the thin shared walls, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure so intense I can hardly breathe.

Doruun can’t take it anymore. As he lies on the ground, he yanks me onto his body, forcing me to straddle him, his thick, ridged length pressing against my entrance. Zhyra’s cock is still inside my ass but his tail retreats from my cunt onto my clit.

I guide Doruun’s bull cock inside me, my breath hitching as it sinks deep into my pussy. He’s stretching me in ways that should be impossible. But I am no longer bound by the limits of my old self. My body accommodates him, welcomes him, and I throw my head back with a cry as he bottoms out, his hips flush against mine.

His movements are gentle at first, slow and deliberate, as if he’s savoring every inch of me. But I am impatient, hungry, and I grip his horns, urging him to move faster, harder. He obeys, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more desperate, and I ride him with a ferocity that matches his own.

Zhyra continues rutting into my ass, his barbs massaging my walls with that wonderful sharp sensation. But it’s not enough.

I want more.

I need more.

I reach out, my fingers tangling in Varekka’s fur, and pull him closer. He understands immediately, his lean body pressing against mine as he guides his length to my entrance.

Zhyra growls, unhappy, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he shifts, his body moving to accommodate the werewolf’s cock.

Together they push inside me, both filling me, stretching so good it hurts. I scream, overwhelmed by the burn of stretch, as they take my ass at the same time, their movements syncing in a relentless rhythm. But I don’t stop them. I can’t. I need this, need them, need the pleasure, the pain, the control. It's intoxicating.

Something moves just out of my sight, so I lift my face to see Tyorin standing in front of me, his hoofed feet bracketing Doruun’s head. His cock is already in his hand, thick and flushed, stroked to full hardness. He’s ready for me. He always is.

I bite my lip, holding his gaze as my fingers dig into the hard curve of his hips, dragging him closer. The heat of him radiates against my skin, and I can already taste the musk of his precum on my tongue.

“Such a greedy thing,” Tyorin murmurs, his voice rough with amusement. “Begging for another cock when you’re already stuffed full.” There’s no condescension in his tone. Just reverence. Just awe. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

I don’t answer. My mouth is too busy swallowing him down, my lips stretching around his girth as I suck him deep.

But I’m not content just yet. My hand reaches blindly, fingers curling around Khalok’s cock, stroking him in time with the rhythm of my mouth.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, his claws tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan around Tyorin’s shaft.

“You were made for this,” Tyorin adds, his voice a rumble of pure lust.

Yes, I was.

I lose myself in the rhythm as I switch between them until the world narrows to filthy praise and darker promises, and I take it all, drunk on the way they ravage me.

Dorunn’s thrusts become more forceful, more desperate, as he feels his brothers move inside my ass in tandem. I can feel him pushing me closer to the edge, as the pleasure builds deep in my core before it erupts as I gush down on him.

He huffs, his nostrils steaming, and he’s the first to finish. His roar echoes through the forest as he floods my core down to my very womb, his seed hot and thick.

Varekka follows, his growl low and guttural as he fills me, his swollen knot throbs against my entrance. His teeth sink into my shoulder in a final, possessive claim before he pulls away.

Zhyra’s release is silent, his body tensing then shuddering as he finishes, his seed spilling inside me in hot, pulsing waves. He pushes his knot in me with a hiss, grinding his hips flush against my ass before stepping back and watching how stream of cum oozes out of my gaping hole.

“Still hungry?” Tyorin taunts, almost challenging.

I squeeze his balls with a wicked smile. “Always.”

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