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T he first thing I notice is the heat.

Thick and oppressive, it clings to me from all sides, the kind of warmth that comes from living bodies.

The air is heavy with the scent of musk, fur, and something wild, something male.

My skin is damp with sweat and saliva, my hair sticking to my forehead, my thighs slick with blood and…

oh . I try to move, but my limbs feel heavy, like they’re weighted down—maybe I’m restrained, or maybe I’m just too weak.

My head swims, my thoughts sluggish, as if I’m surfacing from deep water.

Where am I?

The last thing I remember is the woods—the trees looming, creatures above me, and the darkness swallowing me whole.

Now, there’s only blackness. Pitch-black, suffocating.

And the sounds…

Dear God, the sounds.

Wet, obscene lapping noises. Heavy, ragged breathing. Growls, deep and guttural, vibrating right through me. The slick slide of flesh against flesh.

My vision adjusts just enough to see them. Eyes. Multiple pairs, glowing in the dark, hover above me, around me. Yellow, green, red—all fixed on me. Unblinking.

A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it, and the noises pause. A collective inhale. Then a chorus of snarls, low and pleased, as if they’ve been waiting for me to wake up.

Something shifts between my legs. A rough, calloused palm spreads my legs wider as claws dig into my thighs, sharp points pricking my skin, holding me open.

Then, a tongue—long, thick, inhumanly hot—drags up my slit, in one torturous stroke, slow and deliberate. I jerk—or try to, but the claws tighten, drawing blood. The tongue laps at me again, broad and relentless, before plunging inside, fucking me lazily, like I’m nothing but a toy.

I moan.

I hate that I moan.

I should be terrified.

I am terrified.

But my body—traitorous, desperate thing—betrays me

Other mouths are on me, all foreign, their hot, panting breaths caressing my sensitive skin, fur brushing my sides.

One tongue flicks at my nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak before sharp teeth scrape over it, making me gasp.

Another mouth latches onto my other breast, sucking hard enough to bruise.

I whimper, my back arching off the surface beneath me—a mattress? Fur? I can’t tell. My hips buck against the tongue between my legs, shameless and needy.

A voice cuts through the growls. Human. One that I’d recognize always. Safe… But not safe at all, not with the dark amusement in his tone.

Ghost.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, and I hear the smile playing on his lips. “Already dripping for them. I knew you’d be perfect for this, Bunny.”

A camera shutter clicks, and a flash of light blinds me for a second, illuminating the scene in fractured glimpses.

Fur and fangs and rippling muscle. Eyes wild, jaws parted with hunger and drooling.

And between their massive legs— oh fuck —thick, veiny, alien cocks, hard and already dripping.

Some are rubbing against my breasts, others are being stroked by clawed hands as they watch me. Then darkness swallows it again.

They’re touching themselves. Because of me.

A shudder runs through me—fear, yes, but something else, something hot and shameful knotting low in my belly.

The tongue working my pussy curls inside me with a deep hum before retreating to circle my clit with sensual precision. The wet noise of it makes my stomach clench, my thighs twitching. But then it’s gone too quickly, and I make a broken sound of protest before I can stop myself.

A deep, rasping laugh answers me, and some other thing presses against me. There’s a collective grunt amongst the rest as a slanted, swollen head nudges against my entrance.

I choke. Too big. Too big. But it doesn’t stop.

The beast growls above me, forcing its way deeper.

“Fuck, she’s so tight!” His hips snap forward, and I sob as it bottoms out inside me, thick and throbbing.

He doesn’t wait, doesn’t let me adjust—just fucks me, hard and deep, each thrust punching the air from my lungs.

The burn of stretch is sharp, blinding—but then it melts into something else.

A deep, throbbing fullness as my body yields and accepts it.

“That’s it,” Ghost breathes, and another flash goes off. “Just like that. Taking it like a good little whore.”

He’s recording this. The thought should horrify me, but it just makes me wetter.

Then a pressure nudges my lips. I try to turn my head, but a rough hand grips my jaw, prying my mouth open before I can resist. A large, round, dome-like crown with gently ruffled edges slides inside, followed by a thick, ridged, monstrously huge shaft.

I can feel every vein as it pulses against my tongue, the taste of salt and sweet musk present.

I gag immediately, tears spilling over, but the beast holding my head doesn’t care. He thrusts shallowly at first, then deeper, until I’m choking, drool running down my chin.

“Suck,” he commands in rich, low, unnatural voice.

I do, because I’m terrified not to. I seal my lips against the shaft, my throat working around it, more tears pricking my eyes.

“Good girl,” the beast growls, a deep, pleased sound, and his hips jerk forward, fucking my face in slow, relentless strokes.

The one in my pussy growls in agreement, his pace brutal, his hips pistoning into me with no mercy. It hurts… but it’s the sweetest kind of pain. Each drag of his cock sends sparks through my nerves. My pussy flutters around the intrusion, my thighs quivering, my toes curling.

I whimper around the cock in my mouth, and his huge hand fists in my hair, holding me still as he thrusts harder, hitting the back of my throat.

A mouth latches onto my neck with a deep purr, teeth scraping over my pulse before biting down, sharp enough to make me jerk.

A tongue, harsh like sandpaper, laps at the sting, drinking my blood.

Then another set of teeth sink deep into my shoulder, marking me.

The pain is sharp, bright—perfect. Hands roam my body, claws tracing my ribs, my stomach, my thighs, leaving stinging trails in their wake that burn and bleed before tongues soothe them away.

I’m surrounded.

Being devoured.

The realization should horrify me.

But all I feel is being desired.

And I fucking love it.

The shame burns through me, but it’s drowned out by the pleasure… the need. My hips jerk, meeting the thrusts, greedy for more. My head bobbing up and down the impossible length, jaw straining to take all I can, tongue swirling along the ridges.

“Filthy thing,” one of them growls. “Can’t get enough, can you?”

I shake my head, but I can’t help myself.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me, a spring wound to breaking.

When the cock in my pussy hits just right, I shatter, my back bowing as a scream tears from my lips.

My vision goes static white. I float in sensation, in heat, in the overwhelming presence of them—their growls, their musk, their hunger.

A shutter of the camera brings me back to reality.

“You break so beautifully, Princess,” Ghost hums.

Someone laughs, low and dark and cocky. “She loves it. Can’t even pretend she doesn’t.”

“Pathetic,” another voice sneers, a claw tracing my stiff nipple. “Such a pretty slut for monsters.”

I am. God, I am.

Shame burns through me, but it only heightens the pleasure, sending a bolt of heat straight to my core. Their words, their touches, the way they want me—it’s intoxicating.

Another beast takes place at my mouth, impatiently yanking the first away before shoving his own cock between my lips.

This one is bumpy with a blunt, flared head, his massive claws tangling in my hair, angling my head.

I gag as he fucks deeper, roaring above me, the taste of him is sticky sweet like honey coating my throat.

The one in my pussy growls as he thrusts harder, erratic, rutting in and out at a superhuman pace. Then— oh God — something expands at the base of his cock. I wail as the stretch gets to be too much for me to bear, and I squirm underneath him.

“Gonna fill you up, little rabbit,” he rasps. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for days.”

“Don’t you fucking dare knot in her right now, you selfish prick!” another beast growls.

Knot?

Oh, it must be the wolf… I mean, werewolf .

With a sharp snap of teeth, he unwillingly withdraws his cock—just slightly, just enough for the swell of the knot to slip out with a wet pop and rest flush against my entrance.

Then heat floods my cunt as he releases inside, pulsing, filling me, wave after wave, until it’s leaking out around where we’re joined.

There’s a sudden commotion. A snarl. A hiss. Like feral animals fighting over a piece of meat. Then, a sudden yank. Emptiness in my pussy. And another cock takes its place at my entrance, pushing against the mess of cum at my gaping hole.

I tense, my breath hitching as I muffle around the girth that’s stretching my mouth. “No, no, no—”

“Shhh, tiny human,” he silences me. “You can take it.”

The first thrust burns. The barbs catch on my inner walls, dragging deliciously on the way out, lighting up every nerve.

“Please, stop,” I beg, but it’s useless.

His cock fucks into me harder, each stroke sending electric shocks through my core. I’m so full, so stretched, my mind fracturing under the pleasure-pain. I can only sob while my pussy clenches, desperate for more.

“Such a good little plaything,” he purrs, claws tracing my thighs. “Made to be ruined.” Then I feel a tickle at my other hole as something fluffy probes my virgin entrance. And I just know it’s his tail. “I want her ass,” he rasps, his voice rough with need, adding more pressure.

“Not yet. She’s not ready,” Ghost denies him firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument, and I almost feel gratitude toward him.

My hand reaches weakly in his direction, and he catches my wrist. His touch, so familiar, soothes me despite all the horrible things he’s done. Like he’s anchoring me in this moment, the only solid thing in this haze of conflicting sensations.

How sick is that?

“Please—”

He steps closer, the heat of his body pressing against mine. “You’re doing so well, baby.” He pulls my hand onto his cock, hard and throbbing inside his jeans, the damp fabric straining against his bulge. “Fuck, you make Daddy so horny.”

I blindly find the zipper, tugging at it with trembling fingers, and his length springs free, hot and heavy against my palm. I stroke his pierced shaft, the velvety skin sliding under my touch, his pulse thrumming against my fingertips.

My other hand is lifted to another cock on the opposite side of me.

And I jerk them both while sucking the third one harder.

The cock in my pussy curves upward, hitting a spot that makes me see stars behind my eyelids—bright, explosive bursts of light.

I come with a broken cry, my body clamping down around him as I gush out, wetness spilling between my thighs.

“Mmmm, perfect,” he grunts, his thrusts turning feral, until the base of his cock inflates, too. He stills inside me, grinding his knot against my swollen pussy lips. Then, hot cum floods my cunt, thick and endless, spilling out around him as he pumps it into me, the warmth seeping deep.

The beast above my head moves, freeing my mouth, saliva slick on my chin as I gasp for air. He takes his place between my legs before I can recover. His cock is thicker than the last, the flared head pressing against my abused entrance, the stretch, bordering on unbearable, making me whimper.

“Please—” I gasp, but it’s not a protest.

It’s a plea for more.

“Damnit, Bunny,” he lets out. “Your tiny pussy squeezes me so fucking good.”

His bumpy texture drags against my sensitive walls, still contracting from the last orgasm, tickling my insides in the most wonderful way. And I fall apart in no time, squirting around him, my thighs shaking violently.

Half-comatose, I suck Ghost’s cock interchangeably with the beast’s on other side, the heady taste of precum coating my tongue as they play with my tits, pulling and pinching my nipples.

“Look at her,” someone says. “So greedy. So hungry for more cock.”

I moan, flicking my tongue against the hoop ring at the tip of Ghost’s cock, proving them right. I think I cum again… not sure, I’m still senseless and dazed after the last one.

The beast pounds into my pussy now, and I can hardly breathe, my body feels like it’s on fire, writing below him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow!” he warns right before the cum floods my cunt in thick ropes as he releases inside me powerfully, joining the mess already inside me. The sheer volume is making me feel impossibly full… and used, but in a good way.

But it’s not over yet.

Then, I hear hooves clicking on the concrete—sharp, rhythmic—as another one steps between my legs.

“Wait!” I cry out, my voice hoarse. My body is not ready for him. He is the biggest one. And, of course, he doesn’t care.

His crown stretches me wider than I thought possible, the burn white-hot. I hear his frustrated huff, hot breath against my skin, and his hoof pawing the ground impatiently as he forces his way until my body splits open around his unbearable girth.

I scream, my nails digging into whatever flesh I can reach, but he doesn’t stop.

“What a sweet, tight cunt!” he bellows, ramming into me as his cock sinks deeper, deeper, until I swear I feel it in my stomach.

Tears stream down my face as I’m filled, my body convulsing around the impossible intrusion. It’s too much. My head spins, and I go in and out of consciousness, the world flickering at the edges.

Over and over, they take me.

Filling me.

Marking me.

Praising me.

Degrading me.

I lose count of how many. Lose track of where one ends and the next begins. Their voices blur together—growls, snarls, words half-human, half-beast, a cacophony of hunger and possession.

“You did so good,” Ghost rasps when it’s all over, his fingers swirling inside my pussy, the squelch of cum loud in the aftermath. “You look so perfect like this. Covered in them. Full of them. Dripping.”

He slowly withdraws his hand, then I feel his fingers smearing cum over my lips, sticky and warm. I lick instinctively, the taste musky and thick and addictive.

I’m a mess. A wreck. Exhausted beyond belief.

And I’ve never felt more alive.

As the darkness swallows me again, one thought lingers— I want more.