The Last Bitch (Werewolf Breeding Gangbang)
As far as Kristine can tell, she's the last werewolf bitch around. Her first heat is upon her and she doesn't want to risk her own kind going extinct. Every time she mates with a new male during her heat, the chances of having a full litter instead of just one pup raises.
Luckily for her, a few volunteers have arrived just in time. More
Warning: This story contains group sex, oral sex, anal sex, biting, clawing, four big bad wolves and one very willing woman.
I could hear howls and snarls behind me, which sent shudders of hunger through my body, but I kept running. The thought of all these males having to run through the forest in the dark with their cocks bobbing while I was fully clothed made me laugh with sadistic glee. The forest felt like an extension of my body as I dodged between trees and over obstacles and soon the rhythm of it took little thought. I began to lower my guard.
That was when Lars appeared in front of me. His lightly furred chest was heaving, though it looked to be as much from lust as exertion. He began to stalk towards me, eyes narrowed and white teeth barred. My heart hammered in a mix of fear and arousal that was utterly intoxicating. I backed up a few steps, but heard the others coming in behind me and quickly changed my mind. I dove to the side to try to avoid Lars and take off in a new direction, but he was too fast for me. His body slammed into mine, tackling me to the ground. All of the air was forced from my lungs as I hit the earth and began squirming under him, clawing at his chest and growling. One of his hands went into my hair, forcing my head back before he ducked over me and bit my throat. It was hard enough to bruise, but not as hard as it could have been, and I felt the warning growl vibrate against my skin. It made me whimper, my cunt aching to be filled now.
When I felt hands sliding over my legs through my jeans, I knew the others had arrived and I began to squirm and kick at them. Yes, I wanted them all to fuck me, but I didn't want it to be easy for any of them. Lars shifted over me, keeping his teeth in my throat, but no longer pressing on top of me. The bald dad type and the biker each grabbed one of my arms to force them back against the forest floor. With my head tilted back, I couldn't see towards my feet, but I knew it had to be Blondie there on my legs, rubbing his face against them like he was collecting my scent on his skin. Hands were pawing at my breasts and I felt the bald wolf grip the fabric of the t-shirt to rip it loose. It made me yelp, jerking slightly in shock and some pain. I still had on a black lace bra, but feeling their hands grasping and rubbing at me through the rough lace was more erotic than just feeling bare skin.