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  Jeremiah took me into his strong, rugged embrace as his lips crashed against mine. I could barely withstand the intensity of his lust as he overpowered me, his tongue colliding with mine and his arms tightening around me. As I began matching his forcefulness, I felt two other pairs of hands on me, unbuckling my pants from behind or snaking up to grasp at my breasts. Soon, my pants were dropping to my ankles. I withdrew my ankles from them unsteadily, one at a time, and the hands that had liberated me from them glided up my thighs and plucked tryingly at the waistband of my panties.

  Meanwhile, Jeremiah pulled away from my lips to plant a bite on my neck, then my shoulders, and I gasped in satisfaction at the pain. The hands squeezing my breasts were playing with my nipples, grazing them lightly or pinching them, tweaking them gently. My tiny nubs, puckering for attention, were already thick and bloated with pleasure.

  As Jeremiah began to passionately kiss me again, the hands scratching down my thighs slid up again, one of them clasping into my hip as the other glided around to the front. It zeroed in on my clit, rubbing two erect fingers around the bead of my passion in circles. Before I could even moan into Jeremiah’s mouth, the other hand slid down to meet its brother, and I felt a finger push into my moistening chasm. It slid in easily, without resistance, and the next pushed in beside it almost immediately. Even from behind, the shifter had no trouble in finding my G-spot, and both fingertips pressed against it and manipulated it as they pushed in and out, becoming slick with my juices all the while.

  Soon, I was being pushed onto my knees on the ground, and all three shifters stood proud before me, their cocks twitching and throbbing in front of my face. Understanding Jeremiah’s place as their alpha, it was he whom I engulfed first, wrapping my lips around his thick shaft and descending upon his cock with needful enthusiasm. Meanwhile, I began stroking off Hunter and Craven, balling my fists around their cocks and sliding down their shafts with gently but firm grips. Jeremiah became dominant, grasping onto my head and overriding my rhythm by forcing me to bob up and down his cock faster, pushing me down further. I did my best to relax my muscles as his thick, juicy cock pressed further into my mouth, reaching back for my throat.

  Before he could completely hilt himself into me, the shifters switched positions. It was Craven I was sucking down now, and he immediately held my head in place and began thrusting himself into my mouth. The shifter howled in satisfaction as my tongue slid along his powerful cock, catching his frenulum with a slight tease on every few thrusts. As he pulled his cock free and shoved it back into my mouth, saliva trailed from my quivering mouth to his thick, uncompromising erection. Slightly thinner and slightly shorter than Jeremiah’s beast, this allowed me to adjust to his ferocity a little easier.

  Soon, Hunter took his place, and he was the gentlest out of them. Eager to learn what I could do, he allowed me to take the lead, and as I stroked his brothers I planted my tongue at the base of his cock and slid my way up to his bulb. Having endured how rough the others could be, I could be more intense with him, and as my lips wrapped around his bulb I immediate dove over halfway down the shaft, sliding my wet tongue around him all the while. Enjoying temporary dominance, I began to wolf down his cock over and over, sliding my mouth as far down as it would go before gliding back up, leaving my saliva trailing down the shaft while I stroked the other two shifters.

  After several minutes of this, Jeremiah decided to take things to the next level. He pulled me from from the others and lifted me up, instructing me to wrap my ankles around his waist. I did as I was told, and my pillowy thighs found their rightful place wrapped around his hips. As another shifter came up to help support me from behind, Jeremiah reached down with a hand and grasped his thick, ready erection as he rubbed it tantalizingly against the lips to my wet slit. The motions sent electricity into my body and as I moaned with pleasure, I pleaded him with my eyes.

  Do it. Just fucking put it inside me. PLEASE.

  He gave me a sly, wicked grin as he teased me a little longer — pushing upward just a fraction, only to continue rubbing his cock along my yearning pussy. As much as I wanted to rip my arms away from around his neck and grab it myself, I knew that he needed to be in control: if I tried to wrestle that from him, he might become furious. Instead, I held onto his neck tighter, drawing him in for a passionate kiss, and after a moment he finally pushed his rock-hard shaft inside me.

  My renewed pleasure knew no bounds as the bulb of his shaft penetrated me deeply, his girth stretching my walls. I settled down onto his cock as much as I comfortably could, eagerly welcoming him into my drenched chasm.

  My body began to bob on Jeremiah’s cock as I embraced him with my ankles and my wrists. His powerful hands supporting me, he thrust deep and passionately into my needful pussy, the slickness of our juices becoming one and the same. He gave a roar of pleasure as he dominated me, and I could barely keep my composure without descending into a burst of carnal yelps.

  After several minutes, I felt a pressure at my little star, and a wet finger snaked its way inside. I wasn’t used to such stimulation, having never been played with back there, but I quickly found enjoyment in it and allowed the shifter to have his fun. It was Hunter, pushing his finger inward to the first knuckle, and then the second, feeling along my forbidden walls and stimulating me against the thrusting cock in my pussy.

  Jeremiah planted his lips against my neck again as he bounced my body up and down against his hips. I rolled my pelvis against his with every thrust, eager to meet him halfway during our passionate fucking. Soon, I felt a second finger slide inside, and felt a stretching as he pulled my asshole agape. Before I realized what was happening, Jeremiah was holding me still while Hunter was pushing the bulb of his thick cock into my ass.

  “Oh god…I’ve never done this before…” I gasped in half arousal, half panic.

  “He will not hurt you,” Jeremiah assured me. “Let it happen. Relax your body and allow him into your ass. You will thank me for it.”

  Taking his advice, I slowly relaxed my muscles, feeling Hunter gently inch his way inside. He knew exactly when to retreat and when to push harder, gradually making ground as he fit over half his cock in my ass. Finally, he was satisfied with the progress, and our fucking recommenced.

  Pinned between both of them, I felt the shifters form a rhythm of their own. With power and grace, they ensured that as one cock pulled back, another was thrusting in, so that I was always occupied and stimulated in both ways simultaneously. The feeling was incredible, and Jeremiah had been right — I loved being fucked in the ass. Combined with what I was feeling now, it was an amazing sensation, and I began to bounce my hips of my own volition again.

  But this still left someone out, and soon I was moved to the ground by the roaring fire. Jeremiah was on the floor beneath me as I was lowered onto his thick cock, holding it straight up beneath myself. Hunter soon perched himself behind me, pushing my back down so that he could properly reassert himself within my ass. Craven, who until this point had been stroking himself and watching, came over and pressed the bulb of his cock against my lips. As the shifters behind and beneath me clutched onto my hips and controlled the ferocity of my movements, I parted my lips around this last cock. But Craven was the fiercest out of them, and he grabbed me by the hair and began to powerfully dominate my face, holding me in place as he hilted his thick shifter shaft against my pillowy lips.

  The shifters continued to plunder my body together as I rocked my hips in place, pinned between all three of them. Jeremiah and Craven fucked both of my holes into submission, while Craven’s hands found their place clamping onto my breasts again. He played with my nipples, tweaking and caressing them from behind, and I gave a reassuring moan into Hunter’s cock as it filled my mouth again. Meanwhile, Jeremiah held my hips tighter and tighter, digging into my pillowy skin and my curves as his calloused fingers drew a pleasing pain of need from me.

  It wasn't long before I felt one of them preparing to climax. It was Hunter, the o
wner of the cock that was buried into my mouth, becoming rougher with my throat. His hands around the back of my head held me my skull in place as the cock whipped back and forth inside me. Frantically, he picked up the pace and preparing to unload himself down my throat.

  In eager anticipation, I stared up at the shifter with pleading eyes as he gasped and groaned, his balls slapping against my chin. In a great gasp of satisfaction, he finally burrowed as deep inside as he could go, the base of his shaft practically married to my lips. I felt rope after rope of the warm fluid coat the back of my throat, sliding down towards my stomach. He groaned as he extracted himself, making room for the other to dominate me by themselves.

  Meanwhile, Hunter was picking up the pace in the back, his cock sliding out of my ass in tune with Jeremiah pushing inward. He apparently found my curvy ass to his liking, because he clutched onto me harder, his rippling waist pressed against my thick skin, and dominated my ass hole until I finally felt him seize up as well. Several bursts of warmth exploded up into my bowels as he nuzzled against my back in a haze of pleasure. After every last drop of his balls had emptied, the shifter dragged his cock out, pausing long enough to plant a firm, strong kiss between my shoulders before he pulled completely free.

  This left Jeremiah, who pushed me up and shoved me onto my back. While his shifter brothers loitered to the side and watched, he took my ankles and forced them onto his shoulders, giving himself the perfect angle to stimulate us both to conclusion. His hands grasped my breasts as his calloused fingers grazed my nipples, pinching and squeezing them as he began to forcefully fuck me by himself. My hand instinctively rushed down to the hood of my pussy, and I began rubbing circles against my clit as my face contorted in pleasure as I gazed into his fierce, demanding eyes.

  “Cum for me,” he commanded. “Cum onto my thick, werebear cock, you filthy human.”

  “Oh god, yes, baby,” I murmured in half-moan as I rubbed my clitoris harder and harder, just shy of overstimulation. My hips rocked against his as best as they could while he powerfully punished me, his cock pounding me into total submission. He let out an incredible howl as the clapping of our skin reached a new height, and within moments I was feeling the blinding white of the impending orgasm absolutely crushing my mind. It didn’t just stop at one — I rode out at least half a dozen in a row, my hands now clutching onto his shoulders as he stiffened up. With his thick, rugged cock burrowing as deeply into my wet, needful pussy as it could, he filled me with his hot shifter seed as he groaned out a string of expletives.

  We collapsed together in a tangle. It was my turn to embrace him now, my pillowy arms wrapping around his chiseled shoulders as his lungs heaved deeply with satisfaction.

  “That was…incredible,” I murmured.

  “Indeed it was,” Jeremiah answered heavily. “It is my only regret that we won’t see you again.”

  “Will you not?” I eyed him sadly, my wide gaze turning to the satisfied shifters that were still recovering from our sex.

  “Not unless you want to,” he told me, lifting his piercing green gaze to encounter my own. “Now that you have made the oath and satisfied us, you are welcome to this lair whenever you want.”

  I nodded, remembering my former companion in the woods. Paul hadn’t crossed my mind since waking up in this cave, and a cunning plan crossed my mind. “I might just have to come visit you guys on the weekends. I only live about an hour away, after all. But if I want to be able to get back safely, I need to ask a favor.”

  Jeremiah’s brow furrowed. “What is it that you need?

  “So, when you guys were in your bear forms, you were all pretty scary, right?”

  His smile turned devilish again. “We can be very terrifying, yes.”

  “Perfect,” I grinned, kissing his brow. “You see, I came up here with a guy who turned out to be a bit troublesome…it might really help me out if you all pointed me back into my camp, turned back into bears, and really scared him…”

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  Before every hunt, I always took the time to reflect on my past. Call it a ritual, if you want. It felt cleansing to my soul, as if it somehow forgave some of my sins for the things that I had done…and the things that I continued to do.

  Letting the engine of my motorcycle thrum to a low idle, I kicked down the support and pulled at the light chain around my neck. I quickly tightened the fingerless, leather gloves over my hands before popping open the locket with a slip of my thumb.

  A fingertip from my free hand slid lovingly across the glass frame. It was the only picture of my parents that I had. I gazed upon my father, with his strong jawline and thick brunette hair, smiled a winning smile — while my mother laughed radiantly at something off-camera. They had been high school sweethearts, and this picture had been taken a few weeks before their graduation. They looked so young, so full of life. They wore the faces of people who had not a single care in the entire world.

  That was before everything was taken from them. Taken from me.

  Snapping the locket shut as I slipped it back against my skin beneath my tight-fitting top, I pulled the leather jacket around myself tighter. Within seconds, I was back on the highway, my eyes dead ahead on my destination: Greenpaw Mountain.

  Overpowering my own tension was easy with the motorcycle between my thighs, thrumming loudly and powerfully. Weaving between cars as I swapped lanes like discarded lovers, the rush of the wind filled my veins with euphoria. This was the part of what I did that I truly loved. The fresh air, pelting over me as I sailed across the highways — I had always felt stifled driving a car, breathing the same general air. No, I liked it free and wild, rippling around my body as I surged down the interstate. The smells, too — being in the cities was usually a cacophony of gaseous, industrial mess, and I generally tried to spend as much time outside of them as I could. Once I hit the road and passed across long stretches free of chemical plants, refineries, and factories, I felt alive again.

  My fingers tightened around the grips as I wove a particularly narrow turn between two cars. The driver on the left had been holding up traffic with the self-entitlement complex I saw seemingly every few minutes on the road. You would always see these better-than-thou folks closing off the passing lane, despite
it being illegal in many states. They thought it was their duty to run the speed limit and prevent speedsters like me from breaking the law.

  I turned my helmet to face the left driver as I sailed between the cars. She was glaring indignantly at me, a skinny little twerp no older than myself.

  Hate to burst your carefully manicured bubble, sweetheart, but I break a whole lot of laws.

  As I put her in the rear view of my side mirror, I glanced quickly towards the sun. On the horizon was the very cusp of sunset, the colors already beginning to change into their beautiful array of oranges and reds. I knew that they would look particularly beautiful over the plains, as I’d seen this sort of grand, eye-filling canvas before. With a heart full of anticipation, I felt a certain sense of peace overcome me.

  This is where I belong, I thought to myself. In tiny moments like these — quiet, beautiful, and free. This is what I really live for.

  With that mantra in mind, I focused on the road to come. I had another forty-five minutes of driving ahead, and plenty of time to absorb the setting sun during the final leg of my journey.