Page 72 of Lost to the Woods

I whimper around the cock in my mouth, and his huge hand fists in my hair, holding me still as he thrusts harder, hitting the back of my throat.

A mouth latches onto my neck with a deep purr, teeth scraping over my pulse before biting down, sharp enough to make me jerk. A tongue, harsh like sandpaper, laps at the sting, drinking my blood. Then another set of teeth sink deep into my shoulder, marking me. The pain is sharp, bright—perfect. Hands roam my body, claws tracing my ribs, my stomach, my thighs, leaving stinging trails in their wake that burn and bleed before tongues soothe them away.

I’m surrounded.

Being devoured.

The realization should horrify me.

But all I feel is being desired.

And I fucking love it.

The shame burns through me, but it’s drowned out by the pleasure… the need. My hips jerk, meeting the thrusts, greedy for more. My head bobbing up and down the impossible length, jaw straining to take all I can, tongue swirling along the ridges.

“Filthy thing,” one of them growls. “Can’t get enough, can you?”

I shake my head, but I can’t help myself.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me, a spring wound to breaking. When the cock in my pussy hits just right, I shatter, my back bowing as a scream tears from my lips. My vision goes static white. I float in sensation, in heat, in the overwhelming presence of them—their growls, their musk, their hunger.

A shutter of the camera brings me back to reality.

“You break so beautifully, Princess,” Ghost hums.

Someone laughs, low and dark and cocky. “She loves it. Can’t even pretend she doesn’t.”

“Pathetic,” another voice sneers, a claw tracing my stiff nipple. “Such a pretty slut for monsters.”

I am. God, I am.

Shame burns through me, but it only heightens the pleasure, sending a bolt of heat straight to my core. Their words, their touches, the way they want me—it’s intoxicating.

Another beast takes place at my mouth, impatiently yanking the first away before shoving his own cock between my lips. This one is bumpy with a blunt, flared head, his massive claws tangling in my hair, angling my head. I gag as he fucks deeper, roaring above me, the taste of him is sticky sweet like honey coating my throat.

The one in my pussy growls as he thrusts harder, erratic, rutting in and out at a superhuman pace. Then—oh God—something expands at the base of his cock. I wail as the stretch gets to be too much for me to bear, and I squirm underneath him.

“Gonna fill you up, little rabbit,” he rasps. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for days.”

“Don’t you fucking dare knot in her right now, you selfish prick!” another beast growls.

Knot?

Oh, it must be the wolf… I mean,werewolf.

With a sharp snap of teeth, he unwillingly withdraws his cock—just slightly, just enough for the swell of the knot to slip out with a wet pop and rest flush against my entrance. Then heat floods my cunt as he releases inside, pulsing, filling me, wave after wave, until it’s leaking out around where we’re joined.

There’s a sudden commotion. A snarl. A hiss. Like feral animals fighting over a piece of meat. Then, a sudden yank. Emptiness in my pussy. And another cock takes its place at my entrance, pushing against the mess of cum at my gaping hole.

I tense, my breath hitching as I muffle around the girth that’s stretching my mouth. “No, no, no—”

“Shhh, tiny human,” he silences me. “You can take it.”

The first thrust burns. The barbs catch on my inner walls, dragging deliciously on the way out, lighting up every nerve.

“Please, stop,” I beg, but it’s useless.

His cock fucks into me harder, each stroke sending electric shocks through my core. I’m so full, so stretched, my mind fracturing under the pleasure-pain. I can only sob while my pussy clenches, desperate for more.

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