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But the waiting was hard.

I kept following her scent until I found her stepping through a clearing, where a pool of water was filled by the mountain spring above.

I kept behind the thick covering of trees, watching as she took off her shift. I was a basic, primal creature, but even I knew watching Goldie like this was wrong.

But I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t. I wanted to take in every creamy, curvy inch of her body. I wanted to memorize it. I wanted to grip my shaft and jerk off to the sight, smell, and feel of her.

I wanted to watch as my brothers took their fill of our female. She’d be covered in our seed, smeared in thick ropes of cum that would ensure she smelled just like us.

I reached down for my cock, gripping the thick length and giving it a hard tug. It stayed hidden, protected beneath the heavy layer of dark fur that covered my kind from head to foot.

I stared at our female, picturing her with my brothers. The sight of her spread out for us, open and willing and submitting,was such an aphrodisiac that I had to force myself to hold in my growl of pleasure.

And then she was fully nude, her glorious back and full ass on display. I felt the tip of my cock leak. Copious amounts of pre-cum dripped from the crown, my body preparing to claim her. I’d make sure she was good and wet.

She’d need all the lubrication she could get to be claimed by the three of us.

I slammed my paw on the tree trunk, curling my claws into the bark. Chunks broke off and scattered to the forest floor.

I watched as Goldie stepped into the small pool of water, the sun setting and casting a glow in the meadow. Her ass bobbed above the surface of the water for a few moments before she waded in waist-deep.

She moved more to the center until she finally turned and faced me, her breasts just slightly visible. The mounds were perfect and full, with rosy-pink nipples that were hard from the chilly water.

I kept in the shadows, my body so big that she might see me, but I felt the thrill of excitement and anticipation at the prospect of our little human seeing me jerk off.

I was pumping my paw over my cock so fast and hard that the heavy weight of my balls swung back and forth from the force.

I growled low, unable to stop myself fromletting the sound explode outward. And when she dipped her head back, her breasts bobbing along the top of the water as she washed her long, golden hair, I came.

I pointed the tip of my shaft toward the tree, coming hard and gritting my fangs. Thick, white ropes of cum coated the bark before sliding down to the forest ground.

And I just kept orgasming, the pleasure never-ending. Copious amounts of my seed sprayed like a geyser.

And in my mind, all I could think about was Goldie taking it all.

When I was spent and sated, I exhaled in contentment, pleasure spilling from me.

I continued to watch her for several more moments as she ran her hands over the large mounds of her breasts. I watched as beads of water cascaded down her glorious form as she climbed from the pool and dried off.

I stayed within the shadows while she put the shift back on and headed toward her cottage. But I didn’t miss how she glanced around. I knew she could sense me watching her. She always had throughout the years, knowing we were close but unable to pinpoint where we were.

We stayed hidden for her protection. We kept away until the time was right. And that time was now.

We were making Goldilocks ours.

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Goldie

Astorm was coming. I sensed it in the air. Saw it in the way the animals became restless.

I went about weatherizing everything in preparation, hurrying because I wanted to check the traps I set in the stream nearby before the weather turned.

I was putting the chickens away when I saw Lorna, the elderly woman who lived across the meadow, making her way down the narrow path that connected our two properties.

I rarely spoke to her, mainly because her attitude was something that could make the hair on the back of a cat stand on end.

She also made it perfectly clear she did not like the human population and embraced her reclusive, hermit-like existence. But she tolerated me and even gave me some of her raspberry preserves she made every year.