Episode Twenty-Eight ManBeast

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My towel fell to the floor moments after my mates accosted me in the hallway. I'm so wet and aroused, I can feel my cream dripping through my folds.

All I can think about is this moment, these three males, and how badly I want them to take me.

"Please," is all I can say. I'm not capable of cogent thought anymore, so I go down on all fours, my forearms on the floor, and my ass in the air.

Alex scoops me into his arms, presses his wolf-like face to mine, and kisses me until I melt into his embrace.

"You're ours, little female. Let us take care of you."

He sets me on the edge of the bed and pulls my thighs apart with a groan of appreciation.

"Chaska, I'm giving you first dibs on our female's cream only because if you turn back into a dragon, you won't be able to do this later because your spikes might hurt her."

It takes me a moment to understand what he's saying, but the spiky things surrounding Chaska's dragon face would definitely put a damper on my fun.

But he's in his human form right now, and he bends to his task with ferocious intensity. His tongue delves into me, stabbing quick and deep as if he can't slide in fast enough.

We've been lovers for years. He knows how to please me, where to flick and when to suck, but nothing is the same as it's been.

He's wild. His fingers are biting into the meat of my thighs. He's thrashing his head back and forth as he tastes me, then slides through my folds to get to my clit like a starving man desperate for a taste of food.

He backs away long enough to say, "You taste different, too." Then he returns to his task of forcing me to the heights of passion.

Ro is on one side, nibbling my shoulder, biting along my jawbone. Alex is at my breast, snapping at the tip of my nipple with his pointed front teeth. It's at the cusp of pleasure and pain and I'm equal parts desperate for him to stop and desperate for him to continue.

I clutch at them. One hand is full of Ro's dusty-brown coat. It's soft as velvet. My other palm is full of Alex's coarse, black fur.

Lifting my legs so my soles are flat on the bed, now I have better leverage to thrust up to greet Chaska's delving tongue.

Maybe it was what just happened in the hallway—as if I was being accosted by strangers—strangers I knew wouldn't hurt me. Maybe it's my newly changed DNA. Maybe it's that I'm being fucked by monsters. But I've never been this aroused, this ready.

"Oh!" I say as my orgasm takes me by surprise, storming through me like a raging hurricane. "Fuck!" My gathering arousal, the heights of my need, as overwhelming as they were, did nothing to prepare me for the cataclysm of bliss whirling through me, lighting every cell on fire.

Every muscle is tightening and releasing. Fireworks are exploding behind my lids. My hands are clutching Ro and Alex, or maybe it's them who are clutching me to keep me from spiraling out of their grasp and flying into the stratosphere.

I can't think for long moments as I float in pure ecstasy. My attention flickers from my pleasure to the awareness I'm in the grip of my three mates, my three monsters.

The eroticism of knowing they could harm me, kill me, do with me what they want at any moment is only surpassed by the knowledge that they won't. They won't hurt me. Now or ever. Man or beast.