1. The Monster Menagerie

My job is,mostly, to take out the trash.

Behind the clear plastic rooms visitors see when they come to the Menagerie, each occupant has a hidden private suite, away from prying eyes. Every private suite is accessible by a back hallway, where the doors are clearly labeled with plaques like "Isadora - Mermaid," and "Risinger - Basilisk," to tell us who lives there and what we can expect inside. Below the plaques are each occupant's rules: "Wear sunglasses," or "Bring scuba gear," or "Use a high filtration mask."

Every night during my shift, I stop at each door, equipped as required, and knock. I have to stand and wait until they answer, or in the case of the kraken in Room 106, twiddle my thumbs until he calls out that I can let myself in. I have a special key to unlock any door in the Menagerie, just for this reason.

Once I'm inside, I find their waste disposal and take each bag out to the toxic waste dumpster, then replace it with a fresh bag. Sometimes the trash reeks, like in Isadora's case, since she enjoys eating her fish as much as she enjoys leaving the guts and bones behind for me to dispose of. Other times it's normal things like empty potato chip bags and used cans of E-Z Cheese.

That last item is from Arich, the demon who lives in 201. Whenever the daytime people do their ordering, Arich requests at least a few cans of cheese, which he eats in front of the guests with plain Ritz crackers. I wonder when he learned that habit during his time tormenting people in dark alleyways with promises of stealing their souls.

He doesn't have any special powers, by the way. He left Hell to venture out on his own and then realized he couldn't get back, so now he eats E-Z Cheese and works as a C++ programmer.

Four nights out of the week, I'm also tasked with bringing dinner to the creatures who call the Menagerie home. I trade off with Roger, who works the nights I'm not here. That job is easier since I can usually leave the tray on a cart at the door with each specially-prepared meal waiting under a metal cloche. Sometimes when I knock, the residents come out to fetch their food, giving me a little wave as they take the tray.

Only once did Vargokk, the orc in 300, actually take the entire cart, but I think that was just a mistake because he was hungry after his heavy workout. He loves to show off for pretty women as they walk by his exhibition room, where all occupants are asked to live at least four hours of every day so visitors of the Menagerie can gawk at them.

That's the exchange here: Allow the humans to admire you and get free room, board, and protection. Out in the real world some humans still kill monsters, and the population of many non-human species has dwindled down to almost nothing. The Gorgon is the most notable of the endangered creatures, as the last two that remain in the entire world live together in the Menagerie. Dionna and Sunitra have been married for a few hundred years at least.

Tonight is like every other night in that the Menagerie is quiet, save for Vargokk's grunting as he bench-presses three hundred pounds again. I don't mind, because it's certainly produced results. I'm not the only human woman who takes pleasure in passing his exhibition room as he lies shirtless across his chaise lounge and reads a book. Sometimes at night, Vargokk cat-calls me as I carry another load of trash to the dumpster, and I flip him off. Once he told me that orcs had come here from another world. They passed through a portal, hoping to find help saving their dwindling civilization.

"I know I could keep a human woman very happy," he'd said, arching an eyebrow at me. "But so far, none of them will take me up on my offer."

I know he's just screwing around with me, the same way he likes to make jokes with all the other employees. He has some inside gag with Roger that involves basketball, and this always annoys me because I sort of wish my joke with Vargokk was better than fake cat-calls and hints about how good of a mom I'd be to some orc babies.

This is all very typical for the Menagerie. I've gotten accustomed to my work here, and I like the solitude of the night shift. But the one change tonight is that when I reach room 402 to take out the garbage, the door is slightly ajar.

Our residents aren't really supposed to go wandering around, though they do from time to time, and then I have to talk them into going back. They aren't prisoners here—every resident signed the papers voluntarily and chose to join the program—but they are asked to keep to their own suites, if just to minimize the potential danger of a vampire and a werewolf coming face-to-face and chewing each other to pieces.

Speaking of werewolves. According to the plaque it's James, the wolfman, who's left his door open. I knock on it and call out, "James?"

There's no answer. I lean into the door to get a look around, but the suite is dark and empty.

Overall, James is a nice guy, if reserved and a little shy. I think he's ashamed of how he looks, with pointed, furry ears high up on his head, a long wolflike muzzle, and a bushy tail. I couldn't tell you what the rest of him looks like because he always wears a collared shirt and a nice pair of slacks.

Once we talked during my smoke break, me sitting outside James's exhibition room when the park was abandoned, and he admitted that he'd been born a regular human boy until the wolf features emerged at puberty. That's when he'd learned his absent dad was one of a small handful of wolfmen left in the world. Werewolves—the kind that live in human form and then transform on the full moon—have more or less taken over their niche, leaving wolfmen to become something of legends.

"I feel like it's my responsibility to have kids," he had said, not quite looking at me. "But could I really inflict this on someone else? What if I had a son? By the time he was in high school he'd be getting bullied constantly." James had laughed a self-deprecating laugh. "Besides, who wants to mate with a wolfman? It's not like there are any wolfwomen." Another reason the wolfmen are a bizarre phenomenon—they're designed to reproduce with humans.

"You shouldn't do anything you don't want to do, especially when kids are involved," I'd said. I knew what it was like to be raised by people who regretted having you.

"The thing is that I do. I've..." His voice had trailed off, and if he wasn't furry all over, I might have seen a blush creep up his face. As it was, his yellow eyes darted away and his shoulders tightened. "I've always wanted offspring. But it's not in the cards for me."

I thought about that conversation for weeks afterwards. Sometimes, in my mind's eye, I reach out and unbuckle his belt, then unbutton the top button of his slacks and pull the zipper down. Surely James isn't as undesirable down there as he'd made it seem. Maybe, part of me thinks, I could be that person for him—that human woman he could start a family with.

There's one hitch. Even though I like James, he's a resident and I'm an employee. He's off-limits to me.

That brings me back to now and the door standing ajar with no one inside. Where has he gone? I turn down the hallway, the opposite direction from the way I came. But I don't see anything besides fluorescent lights and cheap linoleum.

"James?" I call out, and start down the hall. One of the overheads flickers, and some of my arm hairs stand on end. Where could he have gone?

Soon I reach the employee break room and that door is half-open, too. I step inside and quietly ask, "James?" Then I flick the light on.

But there's nobody here. No, instead the floor is covered in empty plastic bags of snacks, and a box of donuts is half-eaten and scattered across the counter. There's a sliver of anxiety digging into my skin as I turn around and head back out the door.

Maybe James was just hungry, like that time with Vargokk. Really, really hungry.

I head for the back door that leads out of this row and into the next one. This, too, has been left open. My footsteps slow down as I pass through it, sensing that I'm getting closer to James.

If he tore the employee lounge apart like that, what sort of mood is he in? Does the full moon affect wolfmen, too, and now he's on a rampage? I didn't register the cycle of the moon tonight. Not really on my radar of things I worry about when I'm running late for my shift.

But I've worked here for almost a year now and I've never seen James do something like this. No, he's too quiet, too normal. I don't understand it.

As I make my way down the row of rooms in the 300 hall, I hear scratching up ahead, and then a low growling. Claws scrabble at drywall. There's a storage room here where we keep supplies, and from where I'm standing, it sounds like James is inside.

I have to talk him into going back to his room, just in case one of the other residents hears the noise and comes out to investigate. The last thing I need is a fight on my hands. So I creep closer and closer to the open door of the storage room, the growls and snarls growing louder.

"James?" I ask quietly. Suddenly, the sound stops. I peer inside the dark storage room, and a pair of yellow eyes are staring back at me through the blackness.

I can't help the little shout of alarm as I stumble backwards. The slick bottoms of my sneakers slip on the linoleum, and in a second my arms are wheeling in the air as I tumble to the floor.

Except I never land. There are a pair of soft, fuzzy arms wrapped around me, holding me up at a forty-five degree angle. When I open my eyes, James is staring down at me.

"Molly?" He helps me to a standing position again, but doesn't release me. His claws are just brushing my back, and they feel much longer and more pointed than I remember them looking before.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice trembling. His yellow eyes haven't left mine.

James growls, and I wonder if I've made a mistake by disturbing him. "Hungry," he says in a strange, low tenor I haven't heard before. It's much more animal than human.

"You're hungry? But dinner was two hours ago." I know because I brought him the steak, cooked rare, with a side of rabbit, and left it at his door.

But James doesn't answer. Instead, he brings his nose down to my throat, and the wetness of it against my skin makes me gasp. He inhales sharply at the sound, and there's a warm rumble in his chest.

"Not hungry for food," he says, his claws digging just a little more into my skin. I should pull away. I should probably run and hide from whatever is going on right now, but he feels soft and yet powerful, and the scent of him is, frankly, delicious.

"Then what..." I swallow. "What are you hungry for?"

At this, James suddenly jerks back, his huge clawed hands falling away like I've burned him. He stumbles into the storage room and covers his eyes, rubbing them harshly.

"I'm sorry," he manages out, sounding much more human than before. "I'm..." He snarls in frustration as the rest of the sentence fails to leave his mouth.

"What's going on, James?" I don't like how agonized he suddenly looks. I reach out to try and steady him, to touch his bare, furry chest, but he flinches. "What's wrong?"

Finally, the words come out, but they're strained and ashamed. "I'm in my mating cycle," he says, grabbing onto the doorframe for support. "You should get away from me, Molly. As far away as you can."

Mating cycle?

Wait. This rings a bell. When I first started, I was given a list of every resident and all their warnings and triggers. I had seen something about wolfmen going through a yearly cycle where their testosterone shoots sky-high, and they want nothing more than to rut. Someone was supposed to lock him in earlier today, but they must have forgotten to look at the schedule.

Shit. Does that mean he wants to mate with me, and he's afraid he can't stop himself?

"I won't leave you here," I tell him, trying to sound as sure as I can. I have to calm him down and get him back to his room. That's the number one priority. "Come with me, James." I extend my arm to him again. Finally, after fighting a long battle with himself, he takes my offered hand in his huge clawed one, and I lead him out of the storage room. He isn't naked, but his slacks are torn, ripped open by his massive thighs and calves. And right between his legs, a large object is stretching the pants as far as they can go while still staying on his body, thanks to his belt.

"Oh." I'm transfixed to it, this lump under his slacks. That traitorous imagination of mine is instantly imagining what it looks like under there.

"Molly!" James's voice is a harsh snarl, tinged with fear. He clenches my hand tighter inside of his. "You should leave me. Now."

"Why?" My question is so quiet I almost can't hear it myself. "What are you afraid will happen, James?"

Those bright, animal eyes narrow with frustration. "I'm afraid that I will rip off all of your clothes, right here—" he gestures at the hallway, "and fuck you until you're screaming."

Instantly my body goes blazing hot, all the way from my head to the tip of my toes. No one's said anything like that to me before. My old boyfriend, Robbie, was pretty boring in bed, one of the many reasons we broke up.

My blood is pumping hard at the idea of him shoving me up against a wall. What if I wanted that?

No. It's against the rules, not just because James isn't human, but because he's a resident, too. I could lose my job.

At the same time, he needs help. Every instinct inside of him is going wild, and locking him away in his room will just be punishment. How many years has he gone through his mating cycle and there was no one there to help him get through it?

"James," I whisper, placing a hand on his chest. His breath stills, and his lips peel back to reveal his sharp teeth. "It might be better to do that in your room, don't you think?"

"Molly...?" He grinds out the words. "Are you...?"

He can't finish his sentence, so I pull him down the hall, gesturing for him to follow me. His first step is stumbling and uncertain, but his next one is stronger, and he lets out a gust of hot breath against my neck as he understands what I'm suggesting.

But before we can make it far, his sharp claws wrap around my waist. I let out a cry of surprise as he thrusts my back hard against the wall, and his mouth descends on my neck. At first I think he's going to attack me, tear out the soft chords inside my throat and drink his fill of my blood. But instead he runs his fangs over my skin, never once breaking the surface, his hot breath sending sharp bursts of need into my veins.

"Oh, James," I groan, as his long tongue laps at the place where my neck and collarbone meet. That enormous lump under his pants is pressing at my abdomen. I need to free it. While he licks me, I reach out to unbuckle his belt and then open the top button of his pants, just like in my fantasy. He goes rigid, his tongue stilling. Before I've even made it to the zipper, his cock slides free of the band and he lets out a low snarl.

I push the pants down and my eyes drop to his waist, taking in all of him. His cock is pink and glistening with moisture, and there's a big lump around the base I've never seen before. I wonder what it does. Even though it's strange, my hands know right where to go, and soon I have both of them wrapped around his shaft. It's so large my fingers won't go all the way around.

"Fuck," he growls, and his claws dig into the cheap drywall behind me. There's already come dripping from the indentation on his cockhead, sliding down in white rivulets toward my palms. As l use it to lubricate my hands, there's a pulsing energy between my legs. I stroke him up and down, and he snarls and licks my throat again, then drags his tongue to my ear. His claw reaches up, and I stop breathing as it settles on my collar. Then he slashes down and my shirt rips open, and I let out a cry of surprise as he draws the tear all the way down to my belly button, leaving the shirt in two halves.

I'm suddenly revealed, and I can't believe we're doing this, right here in the hallway. It's almost as hot as the fact I'm about to get ravaged by James the Wolfman.

"What's going on out here?" A door flies open, and the doorknob slams into the wall. I jolt with surprise, but James doesn't move. We both look over to find Vargokk, dressed in only his gym shorts, staring back at us. I know exactly what this looks like.

"What the fuck are you doing to her?" the orc demands, his lips curling with rage and drawing his tusks high up past his nose. Before I can speak, he lunges at us, ready to tear James open.

"Wait! Vargokk, stop!" I manage to wriggle out of James's grip, and plant myself between them.

Vargokk tries to put on the brakes. He shouts, "Molly!" but slams into me anyway. He smells like sweat, and the heavy musk of it is everywhere as he gets his arms around me, yanking me hard against his chest. He staggers a few steps back, removing me from James's clutches.

"No!" James roars. "Mine!" This interruption has triggered his animal fury, and his claws are all pointed at Vargokk, ready to fight to get me back.

"Vargokk, it's fine!" I struggle against his huge, sculpted chest. "Put me down!"

"What do you mean, ‘it's fine'?!" He's aghast. "It's very not fine! That wolf was about to—"

"Did you see the part where I had my hands on his cock or not?" I'm really annoyed now. Vargokk is backing away, still holding me tight, as James advances on us. The wolfman's yellow eyes have lost all trace of humanity, and his fangs are dripping with drool.

"Molly..." Vargokk brings his mouth down so he can speak into my ear. "You were going to fuck him?"

I nod furiously. "Before you interrupted."

The orc hisses in irritation. But almost immediately, something hard and firm jumps against my lower back. "You must be crazy, Molly." Vargokk's grip tightens. "It isn't safe. He's..."

I wriggle against his arms, which only earns another jump from whatever is pressed into my ass. I think I have a pretty good idea. "And who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?"

James roars again. "Mine!" He reaches out to me, claws bared, and Vargokk still doesn't let me go.

"Well, I... Uh..." We've backed up so far that we've finally reached Vargokk's open door. "I just thought that, you know, if you were going to do that with any of us, it would be with, um..." His voice drops to a whisper. "Well, me."

So Vargokk hasn't just been kidding around with me all this time.

"What?" My breath is coming heavier. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"We don't have time to be arguing about this," Vargokk snaps. "Tell your wolf friend you're not interested."

"It's not going to help! He's in his mating cycle—he needs to do this, or he won't stop."

Vargokk groans. "Of course."

James, consumed by his feral need, is almost on top of us. "Mine." He reaches out to me again, and his cock is even bigger, more swollen than before. Despite Vargokk's interference, my need for it has grown immense. But I can't possibly let him fuck me now, in this hallway, right in front of another resident of the Menagerie. Especially not one who just told me he's been nursing a crush on me for who knows how long.

Suddenly, behind me, Vargokk lets me go. He grabs one of James's huge wrists in his hand, and yanks the wolfman towards him. James lets out a yelp of surprise.

"Hey, buddy," Vargokk snarls, and uses his other hand to smack James right across the muzzle. "Snap out of it. You're going to hurt somebody like that."

Oh, shit. That's how you get your throat torn out by a rutting wolfman.

But to my surprise, James's eyes do regain some of their humanity again. He squints at me, then at Vargokk, and then down at his exposed, dripping cock.

"Fuck," he growls.

"Yeah," Vargokk agrees. The orc glances over at where I'm pinned against the doorframe between them, and takes in my exposed chest. His gym shorts are much less restrictive than James's pants were, easily hinting at the shape of him underneath it. How can he possibly be hard for this? "You weren't really going to take all that, were you, Molly?" the orc asks, nodding at James's enormous cock.

I feel my entire face go bright red. "Well, that was the plan."

"I... I need to leave," James mutters, trying to back away from us. "I shouldn't... I can't ..."

I'm going to lose my chance. Now that I'm here, now that I've touched him, I want to feel him. I also can't let him run away and possibly escape the Menagerie. Who knows what kind of damage he could do out there in the wider world?

"Hey, James." I approach him like I would a frightened animal, and bring my hand back to his cock. He groans as I stroke it gently. "You don't need to go." I glance over my shoulder at Vargokk. "Right? He should stay here, where we can keep an eye on him."

The orc seems to understand my message, much to his dismay. We are standing right in his doorway, after all—his private suite is the perfect place to lock in an extremely horny, somewhat dangerous wolfman.

"He's going to fuck you like a dog," Vargokk says, eyeing me. Then one side of his mouth curls up, his tusk almost reaching his eye. "But that's what you want, isn't it? You want to have all his little puppies, don't you?"

"I never said that." That doesn't mean I hadn't thought it, though.

"Hmm." And yet he still has a ghost of a smile on his face. "Fine. Everyone get inside." Vargokk hauls James in through the door by one arm, then I follow and close the door behind me with a slam.

Vargokk's apartment is clean and minimalist, and smells a little like air freshener. My eyes have strayed from the panting wolfman with the drooling cock over to the orc, who stands there shirtless, an enormous boner tenting his gym shorts.

"What's that about?" I ask, pointing at it.

His face darkens, and I think it's the orc version of blushing. "You're not wearing a shirt, Molly."

I glance down. "Oh. Right." James's eyes are equally fixated on my chest. "Sorry."

"I'm not." Vargokk moves towards me and James lets out an instinctual growl. "What?" the orc flips him off. "I can't appreciate, too?"

James rivets his golden eyes on me like I'm the only person in the room. "If I don't get my hands on you soon," he manages between gritted teeth, "I won't be able to stay in control. The wolf will take over again."

His cycle is in full swing, and we were interrupted in the middle of fulfilling it. But now we have an extra complication, one that's as toned as a bodybuilder, with muscles I've never even seen on a human before. Vargokk arches an eyebrow as I study him, and his cock jumps again under his shorts.

"See, James?" He slaps the wolfman on the back. "You're not the only one with a dying species. And I think Molly is just as interested in me as she is in you." He read me dead to rights. I've wanted to climb Vargokk like a tree since I started working here, but he's always been full of himself, and I've always been sure he was just trying to get my goat by hitting on me.

Hair bristles on the back of James's neck and his tail puffs out, like he's ready to fight Vargokk then and there—just what I was trying to avoid.

"Hey," I murmur, running a hand down his chest to his cock. "I'm staying right here." James leans hard into my palm and immediately his shoulders relax. "There we go." Vargokk's eyes are so wide they're nearly round. He's gotten even harder, as if watching us is doing it for him.

"This isn't fair at all," he grumbles, dragging one hand up along the shaft hidden inside his shorts. His eyes don't leave mine as he lets out a ragged breath.

That's when I have the most dastardly wicked idea I've ever had in my life.

"Then come over here," I say. I hold out a hand to him, and Vargokk frowns at it suspiciously. "I have two arms."

"You've got to be kidding." At first I'm certain he's going to turn me down without question. But as his eyes travel from my chest to where my hand is wrapped around James's cock, his expression changes to something much more mischievous. He takes a step towards us, then another step. Utterly oblivious to anything else, James licks me just under my jawline while I continue stroking him. Once Vargokk is close enough, I reach down the front of his gym shorts with my free hand and drag my fingers along the hard seam on the underside of his shaft. His cock is huge and throbbing and standing straight up for me. Before I can free it from its prison, Vargokk reaches around behind me and rips the back of my bra right out of the way.

"Hey!" It tumbles to the floor. "That one was my favorite."

"I'll buy you a new one," Vargokk says gruffly. I guess I'll take it, since I'm pretty sure he makes a decent salary working remotely. Before I can blink, his hands descend to my breasts. His palms are calloused from lifting, and his fingers are firm and eager. When I gasp, James seems to finally realize what's going on—literally right under his nose—and lets out a low, possessive snarl.

"You'll get your attention," I tell him, kissing his wet nose. James snuffs and licks the edges of my lips, then nips them until they part and slides his tongue in. I imagine what other sensitive place on my body might also part for him this way.

Vargokk plucks at each of my nipples, my head twisted now so James can get access to my mouth while the orc has his way down below. Every last inch of me has grown hyper-sensitive, and the twist of Vargokk's fingers and the invasion of James's tongue at the same time feels exquisite. I finally get the orc's shorts off his hips, and his cock leaps to attention. When I get my hand around it, he lets out a guttural groan.

"I need you," James whispers into my ear. More of his come is dripping down his cock into my palm. I rub it all over the head, squeezing him. "I need to be inside of you, now."

His commanding tone takes me by surprise, and my lower lips fill with hot blood. I want that, too. I've been wanting it since he first told me what he told me what he was going to do to me.

"Now, now," Vargokk says, privy to every word of our conversation. "Who said you could go first, dog?"

James snarls. "That was the plan before you came along."

With a thoughtful hmm, Vargokk's hand drifts down over my belly button to the top of my jeans. He slides his hand over them and down between my legs, and unconsciously, my hips buck into his palm.

"You would just shove yourself right in there?" Vargokk asks in a thick, velvety tone. "Without paying her the proper attention first?"

This time when James growls, it's weaker, like he knows the orc has a point. Vargokk lets out a chuckle and unbuttons my pants. "Miss Molly?" His eyes, which are orange-yellow all the way through the sclera, are twinkling. "May I? I won't be a brute like some."

He wants to get into my pants? Well, twist my arm.

"Yes," I whisper.

Once the button is undone and the zipper pulled down, just my underwear are left. They're nothing spectacular, but I wasn't really preparing for a threesome tonight.

Up above me, James sucks in a deep breath, and his ears press back in pleasure. "You smell so good," he groans, burying his nose in my hair. "I can detect how aroused you are from here."

That sounds like a bad thing, but the way the wolfman's strangely-pointed cock is now urgently poking at my hip, I think he likes it. Vargokk's thick, sturdy fingers trace over the edges of my underwear, dipping between my legs to rub my clit through the fabric.

"You're so wet for us," Vargokk says as his hand finally dips inside. He lets out a groan when he finds how much my juices have already pooled there. He slips through my folds, searching out my delicate nub. I moan and wriggle as James plays with my nipples, and the pads of Vargokk's fingers brush gently over my clit. I'm dripping into his palm.

"I want to taste you," snarls James, his nostrils flaring wildly. "I need to."

Gently, I push both of them away, and my eyes are blessed with a feast. Below his fiercely muscled hips, Vargokk's huge, powerful green cock is pointed up, ready to spear me through. James has muscle, too, hidden under his soft, brown pelt. From the fur at James's groin, his own wet member protrudes straight out towards me, and I can't help wondering what each of them will feel like.

I want James's incredible, long tongue on me, like he promised. And right now, my mouth feels rather empty without him kissing me. Imagining what I want, I kneel down on the floor, and gesture for James to come towards me. He obeys, drool glistening on his teeth, and his lips curl back in hunger. He shoves me down the rest of the way to the carpet, claws pinning me to the floor. Without much ado he traverses down my belly to the patch of hair at the base of my pelvis, where he snuffles it and groans.

"The smell of you..." He inhales heavily. "Nothing like it."

He doesn't have to open my legs because my thighs fall apart for him of their own accord. Vargokk is watching, cock harder than ever, and I crave nothing more than to touch it. As if he can read my mind, he joins us on the floor. I don't take him in my hands right away—no, I start by exploring down to the huge sac that hangs between his legs. The skin is soft here, and his testicles are full to bursting.

"Ah!" The sudden wet heat of James's tongue tears my attention away. I grip Vargokk's balls hard and he grunts, a hand tangling in my hair. Remembering what I was doing before, I wrap both hands around the orc's immense shaft and stroke him, hard. His hips thrust into me, and he groans out my name.

James's mouth is flawless, his tongue racing up and down my lower lips, tasting my soft entrance and then sliding back up again to twist and dance around my clit. Nothing has ever felt like this. Before I'm sure what's happening, I'm riding upward on a wave of James's wet tongue and crashing down over the rocks. I moan and twitch while he laps all of me up, and a growl of pleasure rumbles in his throat.

But having my hands around Vargokk's cock isn't all I want. I need to wrap my mouth around it, to taste him the way that James is tasting me. I clamber up onto my hands and knees, and James dutifully follows. With my ass raised in the air, I lick Vargokk's wide crown.

"Oh?" he asks, running a hand through my hair. "Is that so?"

I kiss the head of his cock as if to say, that is so.

James now crouches behind me with his snout buried in my pussy, apparently not to be deterred from licking me silly. This time he plunges inside my slit with his tongue, and I moan into Vargokk's cock.

"Oh, damn," he grunts, sliding it deeper into my mouth. "That's incredible, Molly."

Behind me James rubs one claw gently over my clit while he fits all of his tongue inside of me, widening me, preparing me. Suddenly the tongue isn't enough—it's not filling me the way I desperately need.

"Please," I whimper around Vargokk's cock. "I want you, James. Please."

Vargokk grumbles. "It won't work," he tells the wolfman. "You can fill her up all you like, but it will be my seed that wins." Just the idea of this massive, dark green cock inside me while I'm already full with James's come makes my entire body spasm. It will be the filthiest thing I've done in my life, and my heated blood is ready for it.

"Wrong," James responds, continuing to torment my sensitive nub while he brings himself into position behind me. "I'm first. She will have my pups."

Well, that was already what I'd wanted, long before I found James's door hanging open tonight.

"Stop arguing," I chide them. "What happens, happens."

While James kneels behind me, I suck on Vargokk's cock even harder. I've never been so ready. Suddenly I feel James slide between my thighs, slicking his cockhead over my clit, again and again. He's already dripping for me.

"Please!" I moan the words through the cock in my mouth. Vargokk shudders underneath me.

"Mine," James growls back, and drags himself back up to prod at my slit. I feel my lips gently part for him, and I wonder what foolishness overtook me to welcome a cock of that size inside me at this angle. Doggy-style is about as intense as it gets for me. I'm not immune to the irony.

James slides in deeper and immediately, my tight channel constricts around him, preventing him from entering even further.

"Slow," I whimper.

Behind me James is gasping for air, his claws sinking into the flesh of my ass. I can sense he's trying with everything he has not to simply ram into me up to the hilt.

"Should have taken me first," Vargokk chuckles. "It's not too late."

"But..." We were so close. I almost had James inside me, right where I need him—even though I know Vargokk's right, and it'll be uncomfortable to take so much so fast.

"I can't control it," James growls, panting heavily as he sits back on his heels. "I will hurt her."

With a smug snort, Vargokk withdraws his cock from my mouth. "It's a good thing I'm here," he says. "Stand back, wolf. Let someone with a sound mind take over."

James moves into my field of vision and crouches on his haunches, bringing one clawed hand up to stroke himself.

"Now Molly," Vargokk says, gently turning me over so I'm lying on my back, breasts and pussy exposed to the air. I'm shuddering, twitching with anticipation. "I'm going to warm you up right, if you'll have it." He's kneeling in front of me, his abdominals carved into sharp lines that wind down his front and curl around his cock. His muscles ripple as he draws his finger down between my legs.

"Yes." My voice comes out a pathetic whine, but it's because I need him. He's bigger than any man I've ever seen before, cock pointed up to the heavens and glistening with pre-come. James's eyes are focused on us intently as he strokes himself harder, faster.

"Good," Vargokk says, one of his tusks nearly reaching his eyes as he gives me a sideways smile. He dips a finger inside me, just briefly, and moves it around in a gentle circle, helping my tight channel relax for him. Then he puts in another finger and my head falls back, right underneath James's incredible cock. I can't help but lick it while he strokes himself, tasting the musky, salty fluid dripping from the tip. Vargokk's fingers speed up, curling to brush against the inside of me, while his thumb finds its way to my clit. Somehow, he manages to tease that at the same time as he finger-fucks me, and I'm already so close to toppling into the abyss again.

That's when I feel Vargokk remove his fingers, and something else even warmer, even rounder and thicker, takes their place. I lift my head to find a sly smile on the orc's face as he guides himself through my swollen, slick folds, then pauses to continue thumbing my clit. I've never felt anything like this before, and I want nothing else than for him to slip the rest of the way inside me. Now I'm licking the underside of James's cock frantically while my hands stroke him, one around his shaft and the other teasing the sac between his legs. He groans heavily, panting, eyes glued to where Vargokk is pushing his way inside me. I'm widening for him, opening for him, my body spreading apart to allow him in. Only then does he sink another inch deeper, and the moan I let out doesn't even sound like me. His thumb never stops stroking my clit, and before he's even halfway to his destination, I'm starting to clench and throb.

"Agh," Vargokk grunts, pausing his invasion to gather himself. "You're so tight, I'm not sure if you can take all of me."

I run my hands even faster up and down James's cock, and he lets out a hard grunt.

"I can," I say. "I can. Please."

The orc's grin is absolutely feral. He clutches my hips, fingers buried in my flesh, and sinks the rest of the way in. I cry out this time as Vargokk finds his place deep down, cockhead settling into where it belongs. "Oh, the feel of you," he growls, reaching out to take my nipple and pinch it. He rolls it around in his fingers as he slowly pulls his cock free of my vice. James is snarling, more come dribbling out of him. I lick it all off, then suck him hard.

At the perfect moment, Vargokk slides back into me. I can feel his blood pulsing as he finds his seat once more and there he rocks back and forth, just reveling in the sensation of fully filling me up. It's so beautifully, painfully, wonderfully slow that I feel like I might burst if he doesn't give me more. He looks cool and collected, but I can tell by the way his movements are speeding up that he's coming close to the edge. And yet, he wants me to go over first. The heady scent of James's come, the sensation of Vargokk's cock slicking in and out of me with wet slaps is enough to drive me straight over the side of the cliff. A cry tears itself from my throat as I clamp down hard, and Vargokk lets out a harsh grunt. He thrusts harder, faster, and soon, he's swelling up huge inside me. I'm so tight I can barely take him, and this extra girth draws out my climax even further. I'm on a rollercoaster hurtling down from the sky.

"Ah, fuck!" Vargokk shoves himself inside me as deep as he can, gritting his teeth as he unloads everything. Immediately his hot come drips down my ass onto the floor, and I don't think I've ever felt something more erotic. Over my head, James is panting hard, having watched the entire thing with a heated fascination.

I lie there, gasping for air, as Vargokk's comforting fingers splay across my belly. He hmms with pleasure. "You'll grow a very strong orc in here," he whispers, just for me. My whole body twitches at the thought of it. "Now," Vargokk says in a deep, authoritative voice, "I want you to get on your knees, Molly. I want to watch you take the dog's cock as deep as you can."

My gaze darts to him in surprise, and his satisfied expression has morphed into a wicked smile. There's an obscene, wet pop! as Vargokk withdraws himself from me, and now his green cock is hanging down between his legs, dripping with our juices.

James snarls with anticipation, and I know I can take him now. I manage to turn myself over with James's eager assistance. His cock is a very different shape from Vargokk's, with a less defined head, and a more pronounced, pointed tip. It's thicker all the way from head to base, where that strange lump resides. I wonder what he's going to do with it. There's no way it could fit inside me, right?

Once I'm on my knees, James crouches down behind me, and where I expected to feel that soft, wet cock, his tongue appears instead. He licks up everything, my come and Vargokk's, and then lets out a rough groan as he swallows it. But that's not all—no, he traces his tongue upward, away from my soft, throbbing pussy to the puckered place between my cheeks.

"Oh my god," I say, recoiling a little. But James chases me, and I find I'm whimpering as his long, skillful tongue circles my tiny hole, gently prying it open. I've never had anyone there before, and the sensation of it is foreign, surprising, and delightful. He presses his tongue in, circling the edges of me, and I'm overcome. Vargokk chuckles, and when I look up, he's already stroking himself again while he watches us.

All this exploration has made me need James's cock even more. "Please," I whisper. "I'm so empty."

"I will fix that," comes his guttural reply. His tongue withdraws, and that's when I can feel the firm, pointed tip of him already slipping inside my pussy where I've been thoroughly softened and prepared. I can't help a cry as he shoves himself deep on his first thrust, and James roars in victory. He's even thicker than Vargokk while somehow also softer, and the pointed tip of him drags along the inside of my walls. I've never felt anything like it, and I have to bite down on my arm to keep in my scream.

The orc is getting hard again as his huge hands stroke up and down his slick cock. He kneels by my hips, where James is fucking me hard and fast, each thrust running that soft tip against my sensitive insides. I'm so overwhelmed by the feel of him that there are tears in my eyes.

That's when I feel Vargokk's finger working against my ass where James has already gotten me wet and prepared. I do scream this time when he slides it in. With his other hand he continues stroking himself, all while James rams me over and over again.

I'm not sure I can take any more. The pressure of Vargokk's finger filling me against the wolfman's enormous cock is more than my body can bear. I'm nothing but white-hot nerve endings, every one of them firing spark after spark as the two of them fuck me. I bury my face in the crook of my elbow and manage out the words, "I'm going to come."

"Good," James snarls. "Come all over me."

His command drags me closer to the bottomless pit, where the thrusts of Vargokk's finger sends me careening into the emptiness. I'm flying and falling and spinning, but James never stops plundering me, even when I'm so tight that he struggles to shove himself back in.

Finally, Vargokk withdraws his hand, and I gasp with relief and emptiness. He just chuckles. "I'm not done with you," he murmurs, and positions himself in front of me so his drooling, dark green cock sits right in front of my mouth.

I'm more than happy to bring it between my lips, and he groans in abject pleasure. He tastes like both of us, and I take him as deep into my throat as I can while James picks up his pace behind me. We're so slippery and I'm so tight that every one of the wolfman's strokes makes a smacking noise. His groans escalate, and that's when I feel the lump at the base of his cock starting to worm its way inside me.

There's no way. There's just no way.

"I saw that neat little feature," Vargokk says as his hips thrust against my mouth. "I hope you can take it." I hope that, too. But James's furious fucking has loosened me up so much that somehow, it manages to fit, and I can't help but scream against Vargokk's cock, which muffles me.

James leans down, his hand dipping between my legs so his claw can brush against my clit. His other hand runs up my spine and into my hair, where he brings my ear up to his lips. "I'm going to stuff you so full of my seed," he growls, lapping at my earlobe with his long tongue, "that you'll be full of my pups."

Vargokk snorts, and I can feel his cock starting to thicken up inside my mouth. "You can dream, dog."

With a snarl, James slides in deeper than ever. Not only is he preparing to unleash, but the lump at the base of him is swelling up thick and fat, too. With his claw brushing over my clit over and over, I sob around Vargokk, who has filled my mouth and throat as far as they can go.

I've never climaxed like this. It feels as if a crack has appeared in the world and it's crashing down on top of me. My pussy is sucking James in deep and he's roaring behind me, slamming through my orgasm and stretching it out, further and further.

"Molly," I hear him snarl. "I hope you're ready." I don't know what he means, but I want anything he gives me.

Suddenly, he's stuck, deep inside me. His lump has swelled up so much that my tight hole won't let it come out again, and there, James unleashes. He's pumping so much seed into me that my channel fills all the way to the brim, and I cry out as my body stretches to accommodate. I'm sucking on Vargokk's cock so hard, my brain firing agonizing pleasure into every corner of my body, that he's reaching his climax, too. He groans and buries himself deep in my throat, and hot come spills out of my lips.

I'm breathing so hard that my gasps are sticking together. I collapse to the floor, but James is still trapped inside me, thick and full and hard. A hand gently brushes through my hair, and I look up to find Vargokk staring down at me with a warm affection in his eyes.

"You'll be all right," he tells me, fingers sliding down to cup my cheek. "I've heard some baser creatures can do this."

James falls down on top of me, his snout pressed into my back. "Sorry," he grunts. "It'll just take a few minutes for it to come down." I have so many questions, but my brain is too overloaded to ask any of them. "It's just meant to keep my seed inside you as long as possible."

But Vargokk doesn't look concerned. "Your little trick won't help you win."

"We'll see." James nuzzles the back of my head. "Thank you, Molly. That was everything."

It really and truly was.

As promised, James's massive knot does eventually soften, and he's able to slide out of me. Come rushes down my thighs, and I fall flat on the floor on my belly. While Vargokk lifts me gently into his lap, James gets up and returns a moment later with a dish towel, which he wets with his tongue and uses to clean me up. I can barely move, but that doesn't seem to be a problem with these two around. Vargokk picks me up into his arms and carries me into his bedroom, which is surprisingly well-decorated. James climbs into the bed first, and reaches out to take me as the orc follows suit. Together they slide me under the blankets, and I'm so warm and fuzzy all over that my eyes close on their own.

On one side, James leans his wet nose against my neck, and on the other side, Vargokk tangles up his leg with mine. Here, I know that I'm safe and treasured. Here, nothing can touch me, except my powerful orc and my wild wolfman.

Hopefully I won't get in trouble in the morning—but if I do, this was totally worth it.