Page 35 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Not. Sexy," I shouted into the floor.
The werewolf slowed and then stopped, and the hammering over my head paused too, so that all that was left were the screaming chickens attacking me from all sides.
He grunted. Apparently, accosting a girl stuck in a bush or a wall was one thing, but leaving her to be attacked by chickens was another.
I peeked through feathers and talons at the crunch of the wood. Black claws pried their way into the jammed door, splintering the wood in their grip, and my breath caught in my lungs as my werewolf tore the door from its hinges, sunlight spilling into the coop, dust and feathers glittering in the air. The chickens screamed anew, but now they were scrambling and scratching their way over me to the freshly opened door, bawking and flapping and dropping to the yard.
"Shoo, shoo," the werewolf snarled. "Fuck off, birds."
He couldn't see much. He was on one side of the wall; I was on the other. Or, well, part of me was. Anyway, I could smile at his harried voice shooing away chickens while his cock was still wedged inside of me all I liked without him knowing about it.
"Gonna fry you up, nice and crispy," he snapped, an indignant squawk answering.
I laughed, crossing my arms on the floor and sagging into them. The coop cubby walls were pinching my ribs, my sex was throbbing from the werewolf's intrusion, and I had chicken feathers in my hair, if not worse.
But a pair of enormous hands were stroking up and down the sides of my hips, and one of them slid smoothly around my front, searching for the tear he'd created, and ducking inside to pet softly at my clit. I hummed and gave myself permission to enjoy the best parts of the moment, few as they were.
"There now, berry. Better?"
"I'm stuck in a chicken coop and the only person available to help me is taking the opportunity to fuck me…again," I said, but my answer wasn't quite as sharp as it ought to have been, probably because he was making little circles around my clit. Twice in one direction, twice in the opposite, and then a little push. It was not my usual method while at home alone, but it was certainly making it easier to wiggle back against him and squirm on that fat cock of?—
Shit.
"Consider it a compliment," he suggested, his rough voice light. I started to growl and he pulled his finger away from my clit. "Be nice and quiet and I can keep doing that while I fuck ya. Or squawk like the chickens and I'll start hammering again. Up to you."
What an asshole.
And what an idiot I was, trying to buck down to find that finger.
I didn't make a peep.
"Good girl," he growled, voice so close I thought his face must've been pressed to the boards of the coop wall.
His touch returned, gentle and steady, and his cock started a slow glide in and out of me. His breathing was heavy and even, soft snarls and panting breaths sliding through the boards to reach me in the stifling warmth of the coop. My own mouth hung open, tiny sounds escaping, little whimpers and sighs as he fucked me. The pattern he played on my clit pushed me along a dreamy path, but it was too irregular to really send me spinning, and based on this patiently methodical fucking, I figured this wasn't like yesterday.
Of course not, because this werewolf wasinsane. He was waiting to see if someone would catch him fucking some poor girl with her ass hanging out of a chicken coop. Maybe hewantedto get caught. Or at least nearly caught.
I should've screamed now, now while he played with my clit with one hand, and gripped and stroked my hip with the other. So sweetly, like a familiar lover.
I swallowed my gasp as my body started a surprising flutter around his cock, and he slowed nearly to stopping.
"Someone's coming. Nice and quiet, berry," he said, stilling inside of me, but his finger on my clit kept its twisting and teasing path.
"Got the door off, huh?" another man called.
"Yup! Just taking some measurements now, checkin’ the jamb and the like," the werewolf answered, all hokum and charm.
"Thanks, bud. You do good work."
I was panting, clawing at the floorboards as that single finger and the perfect depth and stretch of the cock lodged inside of me kept me poised at the edge.
"Say," the werewolf called, and my eyes widened.He was prolonging the conversation?I was more convinced than ever that this asshole was crazy. Or a criminal. Maybe he was one of those men who exposed himself to people on elevators! "What kinda chicken is that?"
"Uh…I dunno. I can ask around?"
"Just plannin' my farm," the prick who had his prick inside of me chuckled.
"Oh yeah?" the other man asked, cheerful. "Think you found a partner?"
