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His massive hands grip my hips, fingers digging possessively into my flesh as he lifts me effortlessly against him.

Heat cackles between us, a current of raw need that arcs through my body as my thighs press against his sides.

My body trembles with anticipation, every nerve alight, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

My pussy is so wet, already aching for him, that when I rock against his length, I slide easily over his shaft.

The swollen head catches at my entrance before I pull away again, taunting him.

“Quit teasing me,” he rumbles, his voice a dark growl that sends a shiver down my spine. His grip nearly bruising as I continue to rub against him, my clit pulsing with every slow, torturous grind.

Khalok crouches behind me, his breath hot against my skin as his wet tongue flicks over my asshole. The sensation makes me jerk, a whimper escaping my lips as Tyorin finally lowers me onto his cock—hard as steel, veiny, already throbbing with need.

I cry out at the first stretch, my body clenching around him as he fills me, thick and unrelenting.

He pumps a few times, shallow thrusts to ease me into it, piercings rub against my walls with every movement.

A deep, mutual moan vibrates between us, our bodies locking into a hungry rhythm, my hips rolling to meet his.

Then Khalok rises, his muscular frame pressing flush against my back, his heat searing into me.

His calloused hands grip my breasts, kneading as his claws tease my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

He nuzzles against my neck, his breath hot and ragged, before his teeth graze my skin in a promise of marks to come.

I feel him shift, the thick length of his cock pressing against my other hole, already slick with his precum and the remnants of his saliva.

“That’s it, baby. Open for us,” Tyorin murmurs, his hands steadying me as Khalok pushes inside, stretching me even further.

I moan, arching between them, suspended in a dizzying haze of sensation. The fullness is overwhelming, euphoric—every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, my body trembling on the edge of something unbearable.

I can already feel the pleasure building within me, hot and electric, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m gasping, my fingers clawing at Tyorin’s shoulders as they both claim me at the same time.

“You love being shared, don’t you?” Khalok growls low in his throat as he pushes deeper, his movements sharp and insistent.

“Yes,” I purr, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “You both feel so good inside me.”

“Such a good girl for us,” Tyorin praises, spreading me wider for them. “Taking everything we give you, letting us fill you together.”

They move in tandem, their thrusts alternating, filling me completely, until I don’t know when one ends and the other begins.

I cry out as the orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of ecstasy that leaves me trembling and breathless.

But they continue to fuck me through it, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, as they chase their own release.

“You’re ours, little bunny. And we’re never letting you go,” Tyorin rasps against my ear, pounding into me in a relentless, intoxicating rhythm. “Say it. Say you’re ours.”

“I’m yours.”

They both reach climax at the same time, pumping me so full their cum drips down my thighs. Their cocks pulse inside me with the beat of my contracting walls as I milk them dry.

Zhyra takes me next, his sleek, powerful body replacing Khalok’s. He lifts me in his arms, freeing me from their embrace, then presses me down onto my stomach against the forest floor.

I spread my legs for him, arching my back and lifting my hips high. With a soft giggle, I wiggle my ass, knowing exactly how obsessed he is.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Bunny,” he murmurs with admiration. His clawed hands grip my cheeks, opening me up further, before he leans in.

Zhyra’s tongue is sharp like sandpaper as he rims my asshole, each rough lick sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me.

He laps at me with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing the tight ring of muscle until it quivers under his attention.

He can taste Khalok—the musk, the faint salt, the lingering evidence of his brother’s claim—but he doesn’t care.

If anything, it only spurs him on, his growl vibrating against my skin as he drags his tongue harder, wider, like he’s determined to erase any trace but his own.

Then he purrs, the sound dark and possessive, before his barbed cock sinks inside my ass in one brutal thrust. I gasp, my body stretching around the thick intrusion, the little spikes along his length catching deliciously on my rim.

He curses, his voice ragged. “Fuck, baby! That tiny hole is driving me crazy.”

His hips snap forward, burying himself deeper, the barbs dragging against my walls with each thrust in a way that makes my toes curl.

Unexpectedly, his tail snakes up between my thighs, the fur tickling my pussy slit, soaking in my juices, before the tip teases my entrance.

Then, without any warning, it plunges deep, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

The fur is soft yet coarse, rubbing against my sensitive walls as his tail works in and out in a controlled, relentless rhythm.

“Yeah, you like that? You like my tail fucking your little wet pussy?” He leans down, his whiskers brushing against my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and I can feel his teeth grazing my flesh, teasing, threatening, but never breaking the skin.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, don’t stop,” I moan, bucking my hips against him.

His tail curls just right, pressing against that wonderful spot inside me, making me whimper. All the while, his cock ruts into my ass. The pressure creates a maddening friction against the thin shared walls, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure so intense I can hardly breathe.

Doruun can’t take it anymore. As he lies on the ground, he yanks me onto his body, forcing me to straddle him, his thick, ridged length pressing against my entrance. Zhyra’s cock is still inside my ass but his tail retreats from my cunt onto my clit.

I guide Doruun’s bull cock inside me, my breath hitching as it sinks deep into my pussy.

He’s stretching me in ways that should be impossible.

But I am no longer bound by the limits of my old self.

My body accommodates him, welcomes him, and I throw my head back with a cry as he bottoms out, his hips flush against mine.

His movements are gentle at first, slow and deliberate, as if he’s savoring every inch of me. But I am impatient, hungry, and I grip his horns, urging him to move faster, harder. He obeys, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more desperate, and I ride him with a ferocity that matches his own.

Zhyra continues rutting into my ass, his barbs massaging my walls with that wonderful sharp sensation. But it’s not enough.

I want more.

I need more.

I reach out, my fingers tangling in Varekka’s fur, and pull him closer. He understands immediately, his lean body pressing against mine as he guides his length to my entrance.

Zhyra growls, unhappy, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he shifts, his body moving to accommodate the werewolf’s cock.

Together they push inside me, both filling me, stretching so good it hurts.

I scream, overwhelmed by the burn of stretch, as they take my ass at the same time, their movements syncing in a relentless rhythm.

But I don’t stop them. I can’t. I need this, need them, need the pleasure, the pain, the control. It's intoxicating.

Something moves just out of my sight, so I lift my face to see Tyorin standing in front of me, his hoofed feet bracketing Doruun’s head. His cock is already in his hand, thick and flushed, stroked to full hardness. He’s ready for me. He always is.

I bite my lip, holding his gaze as my fingers dig into the hard curve of his hips, dragging him closer. The heat of him radiates against my skin, and I can already taste the musk of his precum on my tongue.

“Such a greedy thing,” Tyorin murmurs, his voice rough with amusement. “Begging for another cock when you’re already stuffed full.” There’s no condescension in his tone. Just reverence. Just awe. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

I don’t answer. My mouth is too busy swallowing him down, my lips stretching around his girth as I suck him deep.

But I’m not content just yet. My hand reaches blindly, fingers curling around Khalok’s cock, stroking him in time with the rhythm of my mouth.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, his claws tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan around Tyorin’s shaft.

“You were made for this,” Tyorin adds, his voice a rumble of pure lust.

Yes, I was.

I lose myself in the rhythm as I switch between them until the world narrows to filthy praise and darker promises, and I take it all, drunk on the way they ravage me.

Dorunn’s thrusts become more forceful, more desperate, as he feels his brothers move inside my ass in tandem. I can feel him pushing me closer to the edge, as the pleasure builds deep in my core before it erupts as I gush down on him.

He huffs, his nostrils steaming, and he’s the first to finish. His roar echoes through the forest as he floods my core down to my very womb, his seed hot and thick.

Varekka follows, his growl low and guttural as he fills me, his swollen knot throbs against my entrance. His teeth sink into my shoulder in a final, possessive claim before he pulls away.

Zhyra’s release is silent, his body tensing then shuddering as he finishes, his seed spilling inside me in hot, pulsing waves. He pushes his knot in me with a hiss, grinding his hips flush against my ass before stepping back and watching how stream of cum oozes out of my gaping hole.

“Still hungry?” Tyorin taunts, almost challenging.

I squeeze his balls with a wicked smile. “Always.”

Doruun flips me around, his cock still hard as he slides into the mess of my stretched asshole.

Tyorin and Khalok kneel close, their cocks crowding into my pussy, making me scream.

But the burn is fleeting—just a sharp, sweet sting that melts into pleasure, leaving me craving more. Pain is a caress I now long for.

They move in slow, deep strokes, groaning at the tight heat, their cocks grinding together inside me.

My body clenches around them, shuddering through wave after wave of release, my pussy drenching them with each spasm.

Everything is just a blur after that, my thoughts scattering into nothing but sensation.

The hunger finally quiets as I take all five brothers at once.

For now.

They collapse around me, their bodies spent, their breath coming in ragged gasps. I lie between them—their goddess, their queen—and I smile to myself, as I run my fingers through their fur, their skin, their cocks.

They’re mine —completely and utterly.

This is where I was always meant to be. And it’s only the beginning.

I’m no longer the helpless woman who stumbled into these woods. I’ve become something else.

Something primal.

Something divine.

Something insatiable.

They’ll worship me forever.

Feed the hunger.

Keep the beast at bay.

The woods belong to me now.