Four Alphas One Mate (Werebear Shifter FMMMM Menage Steamy Romance) (3 page)

The constant stimulation was absolutely stunning, and I found myself trying to rock my hips between them. But the raw strength they exhibited proved to me that, as before, I was not the one in control. They pressed harder together, pinning me between them as I held an arm around Warren's neck as my other was outstretched behind me, curving around Grizz's thick shoulders.

But this still left two others who were not being pleased, and I moved my hands down to pump the cocks of the last two – Bjorn and Petir, finally pleasing all four of them at the same time. The men were circled around me, and I threw everything I had into pleasuring them – if not with my holes, then with my hands.

I felt Warren begin to stiffen beneath me, and his thrusting grew higher in fervor and intensity until he grabbed onto me and buried his cock as deeply into me as it would go. He finally released his gift into my cunt, and I felt its heat splatter across my inner walls. As rope after rope of his cum filled me, my pussy clamped down onto his throbbing erection and milked him dry.

Gasping with fulfillment, Warren plucked himself from me as Grizz held me up. Meanwhile, Petir moved in for the kill, and I gazed longingly at Bjorn, whose cock was comfortably massive in my hand.

"No, I will go last...I will let my brothers have you before I take you myself."

The others grunted their approval at this plan as I felt Grizz lower me onto Petir's thick cock. Warren stepped aside and watched as we resumed our rhythm.

Somehow, our cluster of fucking moved onto the couch, with Petir beneath me as my ass cheeks bounced onto his thighs. Grizz was crouched behind me, his knees supporting himself on the edge with one palm against the back of the couch and the other on my hips. This brought me lower to the ground, and Bjorn was quick to take advantage of this new position by pushing the bulb of his red-hot cock against my lips. All too eagerly, I allowed him inside, staring down his piercing green eyes as I inhaled me completely inside.

Bobbing my head on Bjorn's mighty pole, the werebears beneath me continued to piston into and out of my holes. I felt Grizz begin to tremble behind me, but he slowed down slightly, eager to keep in the race. Meanwhile, Petir was grasping my breasts and sucking on my nipples, forcing a new wave of satisfaction to roll across my mind.

I felt the sensation building from deep below, and I realized that I was on the verge of an orgasm. Meanwhile, the hand that I had rested on the couch, my fingers between Grizz's, was being pulled free and wrapped around a new cock. I pulled free from Bjorn to look over my shoulder – it was Warren, back in the fight, guiding my fist to wrap around his erection.

"You're ready for another?" I murmured in surprise.

"We are hard to keep down," he smiled in the light of the fire.

"I'll say," I managed before a deeper thrust from Petir beneath me ripped the words from my lips and replaced them with an immense gasp. I felt Bjorn's fingers grab my hair, and my lips were guided back down to the base of his unforgiving, impossibly satisfying shaft.

Grizz finally came to his breaking point with me, and I felt my climax burst in my body and rack me with satisfaction as he dug deeper into my ass. His body went rigid as he shot several ropes of cum into my bowels, finally extracting himself as I rode out several climaxes.

I felt filthy yet oddly prideful as his cum began to leak out of my ass, trailing down the insides of my thighs. I wondered if my grandfather had ever imagined that his supple young granddaughter was going to be passed around and penetrated by the descendants of the werebears he had protected all that time ago.

Warren resumed the position behind me as Grizz stepped aside, sitting on the arm of the couch and watching the proceedings. His erection was clearly back and ready for more, and he gingerly allowed himself into my ass as Petir held me steady.

The carousel of fucking whipped back into action, and Petir soon found himself at the giving end of a new climax. Going rigid beneath me, holding me tight as he forced his thick cock higher into my cunt, he unleashed his own contribution and added to the cum that was already dripping from my orifices. I was pulled free as he allowed Bjorn to extract himself from my hand and slide down beneath me, and he held me close and finally guided his cock inside.

It was larger than the others! I could barely stifle another gasp. But I didn't have much time to react, because Petir had claimed my mouth, driving his erection past my lips. Stained with his cum, and that of Warren's, I eagerly lapped the residue of their orgasms clean from his rock-hard shaft. Swirling my tongue around his bulb, I invited him further into my throat, and the werebear took no hesitation to accept the humble offer.

I could hear mild slapping to the side and realized that Grizz was now stroking himself off, eager to rejoin his brothers and unleash another burst of cum for me. I swelled with pride and anticipation as the boys continued to fuck all three of my holes.

Warren was getting close to another orgasm as Bjorn started getting rougher with me, intent on pounding my pussy until complete and utter submission. My hips rocked between them with my knees on the couch, their cocks alternating against each other and driving me completely fucking wild.

My next set of climaxes came, and they could clearly feel the sensations that were hitting my body as they tugged my hair and suckled my tits. Locked into position between them, with Petir's stained cock in my mouth, I felt his hot load shoot across the back of my throat as multiple orgasms struck my cunt.

Finally, Petir pulled free, just in time for Warren to add another deposit to my hungry ass. He hilted himself against my star and let loose the remaining contents of his balls before extracting himself as well, leaving Grizz masturbating furiously to the side and Bjorn alone with my body.

"...And now it's my turn, with my brothers spent," Bjorn whispered to me as he pulled me free, flinging me onto all fours on the couch. I could barely steady myself with my limbs against the top of the couch before he was mounting me from behind, his hands fiercely clasped around my hips.

"They have all had you, and now, you belong to me," he snarled. With an intensity I had not yet felt, he began to completely claim my submissive, willing, soaking wet pussy. His hips slammed into mine with every ounce of primal lust and fury that I would expect of a magnificent werebear, his balls pounding against my skin so hard I was surprised he wasn't curled against the floor.

Meanwhile, the utter domination eclipsed my mind, and every drop of strength I had was totally sapped. I steeled myself against the blows of his thrusts, his hammering reducing me to a lusty, sopping mess between him and the couch.

Of course, the best for last
, I managed to mumble inside my head.

"Go, brother!" Bjorn laughed riotously as his arms were suddenly looped through mine, and he held me upright and bent against his chest, my thick breasts fair game for Grizz. I had been forced to turn slightly, and as Grizz was standing beside us now, throttling his cock, I opened my eyes just enough to see the monumentally savage, lustful look plastered across his face. I realized this just as his bulbous head released rope after rope of his cum, his balls shrinking against his shaft. His cum splattered across my tits and began to slide down towards my abdomen, and Grizz sat down on the coffee table, panting and completely spent for now.

Bjorn effortlessly restored us to our previous position and held my hips with hands like a vice grip, thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. Now stained with cum inside and out, my mushy mess of a mind could barely handle my final climax, which was just resting on the horizon.

But Bjorn wouldn't let me get off without him, and the thunderous might of his cock continued to overpower me until he gave one ultimate push, hilting me with everything that he had. I burst through four or five more orgasms as his werebear cum exploded into my womb, the hot, milky white fluid filling me and depositing with the other orgasms.

"Oh god," I barely managed as I crumpled onto the couch. As I titled my head and gazed up at the four werebears, I realized that my lungs were heavy, panting with a fulfillment that I had never, ever felt. A glass of water appeared within my grasp, and a blanket materialized to be wrapped around my bare skin.

"The union is complete," Bjorn observed as the others nodded in agreement.

"Union?" I asked in a daze.

"Robert was there for our kind when we needed it, and we knew there would always be a time and place that we could return the favor," he told me. "With you, it would appear that our silent vigilance has come full circle...it's time for us to offer you our own brand of kindness."

"If you will have us, that is," Stern added.

"You must want us," spoke Warren. "We can only meet your need if you desire it."

"Otherwise, we will retreat away forever," finished Grizz.

I pulled myself up from the couch, the blanket falling to my lip as I set the half-empty glass of water down. "Are you saying that you'll protect me? That you'll always look out for me?"

"Yes," Bjorn answered. "If you are our mate, we will always protect you, so long as you are close to nature. Our kind shuns the lights of the city. It is not our place. But remain within grasp, near us, and we will see to it that your every need is met, and that no harm shall come to you. If we are the kings of the forest, you shall be our queen, and nothing will ever hurt you."

I was overcome with compassion and loyalty, and gave them a large, knowing smile. "Is this why you called the 'heir' earlier? To mate with me?"

"The heir to a promise never forgotten. To a secret kept and a protection offered."

I quickly finished the water and threw the blanket aside, stretching my legs on the couch. Cum was still faintly leaking out of my welcoming pussy and my hungry ass, and I met their collective, anticipating glance with my own lustful, needful eyes.

"Well, boys...if you're ready for more, we have a lot of moonlight to burn..."

As the handsome, dominating werebears descended on their new mate, and their grasping hands and erect cocks found purchase across my body, I fully embraced my glimmering future among them.

A Bonus Story, Just For You!

Where Bears Mate

After a couple of hours of sweating, fighting underbrush, crossing rivers, and admiring what little wildlife I could find, I decided that I had a few immediate problems to consider:

First, despite hiking in these mountains enough to call them my home away from home, I had somehow become hopelessly lost.

Second, the sun was finally arcing back down to the horizon, which gave me a closing window to find my way back.

Finally, I was acutely aware that I was being stalked by a mountain lion.

This last one came as a chilling surprise, mostly because my generous, well-rounded size made even
thinking
about dashing away laughable. Getting away from such an efficient predator was
not
an easy agenda to meet. On top of that, my intimate familiarity with the area reminded me that the large cats around were not only nocturnal, but generally avoided people.
Tell that to this guy.

I could only imagine that I had basically stomped almost right into it, a rotund and sweaty mess, when it decided to follow me. Probably out of boredom at first, but then his instincts told him I was big, heavy, alone, and easy pickings…

Come on, Brianna
, I told myself.
Just relax, don’t make any flighty movements, and just keep an eye on where it is
.

Easier thought than done. Mountain lions are great at the whole “ambush” thing, after all. I heard a slight rustle to my left, and caught a distant glimpse of fur.
Not only stalking in the daytime, but it’s clumsy. I’m going to be eaten by a stupid, clumsy mountain lion.

I continued to carefully make my way around a few trees, spotting a river nearby with a fallen tree. Assessing a defensive spot in the center, I decided to make my way over as non-threateningly and obliviously as I could. I could be at the base of that log in a little over half a minute at this careful speed.

The rustle suddenly gave a loud SWISH!

God-fucking-dammit.

Throwing caution to the wind, I bolted. A growl from behind told me the mountain lion had acknowledged my flight the way it knew best – a full charge. I huffed towards the wooden incline, desperate to clamor up the roots and put a few more seconds of distance between us as I figured out a way to deter it…

…And then I heard a new sound. My head turned left to see a massive grizzly bear, bounding into view with one of those deep,
aw shit, I am going to make your skin my hat
sort of growls. Either the bear was going to rip me to shreds, or my deadly chaperone the mountain lion was going to do it. Maybe they’d even team up and split me between them, like a pair of crime-fighting predators that just did predator stuff between toppling dictators and saving the world.

I couldn’t tell how far back the mountain lion was, but the bear was very clearly lunging right towards me. I braced myself for the worst…

*              *              *              *

You know how you think of really stupid stuff when you’re in life-threatening danger?

Well, in that moment, I found it appropriate to rank this as the second-shittiest hike I’d ever had, a close second to that time a few months ago that my fiancé broke things off with me under the stars, right before my Poison Ivy Ass Incident. And I had a
lot
of ass for that poison ivy to bother.

But instead of meeting a gory death sandwiched between a full-grown surprise grizzly and the world’s clumsiest mountain lion, the bear lunged past me. Within about ten seconds, I was clamoring up the roots and climbing onto the fallen tree. For the first time since that last rustle, I looked back. What I saw amazed me.

The bear was
fighting the mountain lion
.

Well, more accurately, they were having a showdown with lots of growling and swatting, but the bear was clearly between my friendly neighborhood stalker and me. On all fours, he was bigger than any bear I’d ever seen, but as he reared onto his feet, I was awed by his size.

My senses flooded back, and I made climbing further up the wooden, dead incline my first priority. To my quick and utter disappointment, it was less defensible than I had thought – the mountain lion could have probably clawed and pulled its way up towards me, and then close in for the kill at point-blank. There wasn’t any sort of deterrent I could find, no sharp stick or detached root to fend it back off.

I had been dead meat from the start.

But thanks to the oddly chivalrous bear, I could see the mountain lion backing off, growling over its shoulder one last time before disappearing into the brush. The grizzly wandered lazily towards the roots of the upended tree, his eyes locked onto me.

I fully expected the worst, but the bear came over at a leisurely pace, stood up on his haunches beside the tree, and placed his paws nonthreateningly on the bark. I backed away slowly, eyes wide, and his face turned to follow my movements.

“You are the weirdest bear I have ever seen…but as long as you don’t eat me, I’m grateful,” I found myself spitting out. I was immediately embarrassed, but this bear was acting too peculiar…

The bear showed its teeth.

Wait…that’s not a growl…that’s a…grin?

The bear dropped out of sight into the water, and as I struggled to bend over the side, all I could see were the ripples of the river.
That bear was huge…how the hell did it disappear like that?

*              *              *              *

It was another ten minutes before I felt safe enough to clamor down the large tree. There was no sign of either the mountain lion or the bear, but that didn’t solve my original predicament:

I was still lost, and it was starting to grow darker.

My tired footsteps, now drained of adrenaline, led me for about another mile of wandering before I began to grow despondent. That’s when I heard the voice.

“You sure hate the beaten path, don’t you?”

My eyes darted straight to the source. In the trees was…one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. The stranger was clad in an open, plaid button-up over a dirty, white tee and blue jeans that ended in hiking boots.

“I’m a little on the lost side, yeah…do you know the way back to the main trail?”

The stranger nodded, his piercing eyes on mine. I felt sudden warmth between my thighs as I took in his short, brown hair and dark smile. His sides were cropped short, with a perfect frump of hair atop his head. He was built with broad shoulders, and the button-up poorly disguised what looked like rippled arms and strong pectorals. I could feel myself practically melting, and the heat of the forest was the smaller factor. I became instantly aware that I was hot and sweaty, with my clothes practically glued to my body.

Compared to this mystery hunk, they were probably showing off my thick curves and rotund figure in the least flattering way possible.

“It’s getting dark,” he spoke, his eyes breaking mine to gaze up at the sun. “The path is about two hours from here, and it’s going to get too dark to find your way before then…”

My heart sank in my chest. I wondered what the others were going to think. Like I had any signal out here. I don’t know why I even bothered bringing my cell phone. A long-distance walkie talkie would have been much more practical. Then again, if there were mountain lions prowling around…

He jarred me from my thoughts. “There’s a place not far from here, where I stay when I’m here. You’re free to join me for the night if you’d like.” Before I could utter any objections, he continued, “And separate beds, should you desire.”

This guy practically dropped out of nowhere to rescue me in the middle of the forest. I was ashamed that I’d even allowed myself to get lost out here.

Reverently hoping he wasn’t an axe murderer, I took the only option I could see.

“Not far, you say?”

*              *              *              *

About twenty minutes later, we rounded a corner and saw the place. It looked like a small, two story inn, attached to a small road that cut through the brush. I could see a few ramshackle buildings that were clearly abandoned, with a large shed leaning against the inn. It seemed to be in marginally better condition than the rest.

“Whoa,” I gasped. “What
is
this place?”

My escort gave me one of those cute half-smiles that men sometimes do. “This used to be a popular spot for hunting, believe it or not. This outpost was established close to a hundred years ago. A little hard to get to, but this dirt road connects to another, then a major road that heads back into the country.”

“What was hunted here?” I asked, huffing along. The hiking kept me fitter than most skinny things I met, but I’d been on my feet almost all day, and even my stamina had its limits.

“You know, I’m not entirely sure,” he admitted, running his fingers through his dark golden hair. “There is rarely any game around here. I suppose that could have been different a few generations back, but there’s no telling now. To me, this is just an abandoned little base for when I’m around.”

I felt compelled to ask what he had been doing here, but I kept my mouth shut. I was more concerned with a shower, and hoped there was one there.

The outpost looked a lot better on the inside. The interior was very well maintained, showing off the rugged, vintage wood and polished countertops. It was surprisingly roomy, with a modest kitchen to the side, generous antique dining area, a renovated shower area in the back, and a large staircase up to the upper level.

Most surprisingly, there was electricity.

“How does this place even run?” I asked, wiping my brow with a rugged towel. I was already hungrily eying the shower.

“Generator. I charge it up when I arrive down here. I’m only here for a few days when I come, and I spend most of my time outside.”

That makes sense
, I thought to myself. I stole a glance at him. His strong, broad frame looked authoritative, powerful. He had plucked his button-up free when we came inside, and my gaze wandered over his chiseled, strong muscles…

His piercing eyes quickly met mine, and I turned, desperate to hide the blush that met my cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I could see a smile flicker at his lip.

*              *              *              *

The shower was refreshing. I lathered the soap over my great, balloon breasts, my nipples alert for attention. I hadn’t realized how turned on I’d been from encountering this hunk in the woods, and before I realized what I was doing, I was absentmindedly pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. He was powerful in my mind, something fierce and primal, and I wanted him to fling open the door and join me under the water.

Why am I so turned on by this guy?
I wondered to myself, as I continued working my nipples. It’s true that I’d had a few men before — but they were a little too spineless to be considered
men
, really. And the sex had always been terrible. They were two pump chumps, the lot of them.

Something told her that sex with this stranger would be a lot more…

Wait a minute. I don’t even know his name!
The realization almost snapped me out of my self-fondling, but I was getting too into it now.
Hell, why do I need to know his name? It would be hotter to fuck him and never know.
I didn’t even care that he probably wouldn’t be into my size. I just wanted to taste his cock, feel that strong hands grasp at me, yearning to fill me…

I heard a clamor outside, and switched the water off. Pausing for a moment, I heard the crash again, and grabbed a towel to try and cover as much as I could.