Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (29 page)

Boros thrust his hips forward again, too quickly. His prick struck the entrance to my throat and I was overwhelmed with panicked coughing. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. Gagging, horrified and writhing, I tried to pull back and take a breath.

“Calm,” he said, “be calm.” But he refused to back out. His cock surged forward again and again against the entrance to my throat, and again he held fast. I sputtered, I gagged and choked. “Just be calm.”

I tried. I tried breathing through my nose, but was too panicked for that, and then tried to breathe around his prick. I managed a tiny suck of air when he pulled back, but then he rammed forward again, still bracing my head with his hand and forced the air out, and his cock deeper.

“Relax,” he said again. “Just relax.” He moved the hand from my shoulder to my throat, stroking me from the collar to the chin.

“Yesss,” he hissed, “yes, just like that. Just like that. Yes...”

Before I realized it, I had relaxed enough that my throat opened, the muscles loosened and thrilled with his thickness. Boros’s savage prick slid effortlessly over the back of my tongue. His hand on my throat stroked up and down as he went, and I started to pump my fist up and down on his prick, and on Lok’s, in time with the rod moving in and out of my throat.

A half second later, Tok, who I had completely forgotten about, dragged one of his fingertips up my slit from my clit to my asshole, and then pushed it inside my pussy. He turned his hand and then curled his finger inside me, against my cunt’s front wall, and sent up a shiver. I felt my button stiffen more and more with each stretching, aching motion he made inside me, and almost swooned when he slipped a second finger in beside the first.

It felt good to be helpless, felt good to be the center of attention, even if I was being used for feral entertainment. That didn’t matter. I sucked, I pumped, and the thick, hairy fingers in my pussy turned a figure eight that stretched me, even as the cock in my throat drove deeper.

All the while, I kept jerking, in fits and starts, on Lok. When his brother drove, at the same time, a third finger into my pussy and began to circle my asshole with his thumb, I lurched forward, and almost lost my balance again. Falling toward Boros made him sink that last tiny bit into my throat, and finally, even though I thought it was impossible, I felt his balls hot, thick, and furry, against my chin. Sticking my tongue out as far as I could, I was able to brush it between the huge globes in Boros’s sack. He groaned again, took the hand away from my face and ran it down my back.

He gripped his huge cock and, pulled back and out. When I looked up, sweat rolled down his chest. He was breathing in hard, slow, deep breaths and his mouth hung open. Moving to the side, he stroked himself until I wrapped my fingers around his base and squeezed my fist hard, using all the cum and saliva to let it slide its way up.

“Oh, look at this,” I said as I turned my head, finally having caught my breath. “Look at this thing.” I twisted my hand around Lok’s prick and milked him just like I did Boros, gripping down right above his balls and forcing a little drop of jizz out of his tip. “What’s that? Do you want me to suck? Huh?”

The monster narrowed his eyes. I pumped my fist up him again, squeezing all the way from his balls to his head. When I finally put my lips to his prick, the beastman shuddered and let his arms hang limp by his sides.

Tok turned his wrist again. He traced another circle around my pucker with his thumb and then dipped just the barest bit of his fingertip inside. As a slow ache grew inside me with every tiny bit further that his thumb stretched, I grabbed his brother’s cock, stared at it for a second, and plunged my mouth down over him.

It was Lok’s turn for the same treatment that giant Boros had – I sucked him, pumping his dick all the way to my lips over and over and over. A warm droplet dribbled down the back of my tongue. All the while, I never left Boros for a moment. Twisting, wrenching, and turning my hand back and forth, his writhing and groaning made me smile – inwardly of course, because my mouth was so full of cock that doing anything besides squirming my tongue was impossible.

Like that, we continued for some time. The blissful helplessness, the fingers churning in my soaking wet cunt, and the thumb circling deeper inside my ass filled me with a radiant warmth that spread up and over my back in slow, sweeping waves. Little pulses of contraction began to grip Tok’s fingers, squeezing them together. “There’s... yes! Yes! Like that!” I cried out, yanking my face off the cock that was halfway down my throat just to beg, to plead, for more of what the beastman was grinding out of me.

Boros dragged me back to his giant trunk and forced it back in my mouth. This time he wasn’t content with letting me slowly suck and tickle him with my tongue. He began to pump his hips, thrusting his cock back in my throat and then out. Every time he pulled, I sucked as hard as I possibly could, turning my fist around the soft skin on his shaft and circling that little place under his tip on the top of each stroke. His groans were loud, so loud I was sure that whoever was below us, searching through the forest surely heard, but why did I care, I thought, about any of that? I didn’t. Nothing mattered, nothing at all, except for the two cocks bouncing in my face, and the fingers grinding away.

Pulsing, pounding, bashing waves lapped up my belly, sending prickles to my tits that puckered my nipples. A hand from one of the beasts made its way down and under me, crushing my breasts against my body. Fingers pinched and tugged one and then the other of my sore little nibs. It hurt, but the last thing in the world I wanted was for him to stop. I loved the pain, I loved my helplessness, and I loved the way that as soon as my cunt started to rhythmically grip and release Tok’s three fingers, he just drove them in harder and deeper.

My whole body shook. I had to pull away from Boros to try and breathe. I kept pumping those dicks, up, then down, squeezing them harder at the tip than the base and wrenching my fists around them when I got to the top of each stroke. I was vaguely aware of the younger beastman’s rod twitching in my hand, but so lost was I in my own sea of wild, lustful fury that I paid no attention.

Pumping. Squeezing. Twisting.

And those fingers, churning in me, spreading out, stretching.

Three drops of sweat ran down my neck, somehow evaded the hand mauling my tits, and beaded up on my belly before dropping off to the dirt underneath me. Just as it fell, we all seemed to stop for a breath, or to try and stave off what we all knew was coming.

I sucked a deep breath, and heard Lok do the same.

Yanking hard on both dicks, I let my head drop. Back between my legs, I saw Tok’s mighty thighs tense up, the lines of his muscles tightening up.

“Yes! Ohmyfuckyes!” I cried out.

My whole world exploded at once. The bead of sweat hit the dirt, splashed, and dried. The cock in my right hand swelled, and then burst a hot stream against the side of my face and then when I locked my mouth around the tip, another straight down my throat before flooding my mouth so that no matter how I gulped and swallowed, some dribbled down my chin.

Tok kept grinding his hand. No more swirling or subtlety. Just deep, hard, wrenching shoves. My asshole clenched, my pussy tightened. I felt every muscle in my body cinch up for a half-second, then release at the same time. Every nerve ending in my body fired. My scalp prickled, my nipples stiffened against the furry, leathery palm that rubbed them, and a gush of juice burst against the monster’s hand and down the inside of one of my thigh.

I had exactly four seconds to breathe before I was hauled off my feet and turned around in the air.

“I think you’ve excited them,” Boros said, his eloquence still shocking. “Be careful with her, Tok.” He laughed a soft, rumbling laugh.

Prickly, red heat crawled up my belly the instant Tok’s huge dickhead parted my lips and slid inside me. I was so soaked, so ready, that my cunt just swallowed his forearm-sized tool. A series of bestial, eager grunts came out of the creature, as he held me in place with one arm and put my legs to either side of his body with the other. I squeezed him between my knees, driving myself down when he pushed up. Meaty, heavy thuds filled my ears. Thick scents of sex and sweat floated to my nose.

Then I felt Lok, who was somehow already hard again, come up behind me and stroke his cock’s tip in a circle around my puckered ring.

All at once, terror gripped me. One of them was fine, I thought, one of them fucking me while I sucked the other’s dick was even better, but they were so big – so hard and thick – that the idea of being pounded between them had me afraid of being torn in half. At the same time, I desperately wanted to try. And then my thoughts drifted to the biggest of the three, to Boros. What if all three...

No time to think, no time to dream. Something slid just past my entrance, and I was relieved that it was, at first, just a finger. I pumped my hips hard back and forth against Tok, still meeting each of his thrusts with my own.

I gasped, loud, when Lok began to turn his finger in me, stretching my asshole with slow circles. Slow, deep, hard circles. His first knuckle pushed inside, the bulge making me squeak out as pain turned to warm, slick pleasure. Soon the first was joined with a second moving in the same pattern, but opposite. Two fingers and a big, thick cock driving in and out made my breath come in short, quick bursts.

For a moment, Lok’s fingers withdrew and he dragged them along my slit, soaking them in my pussy and then shoving them back in my ass. Warmth started to, again, radiate out from deep inside, electric charges flickered up and over me every time one of them moved, or turned, or twisted. We settled into a rhythm, and then another finger pushed, impossibly, inside my hole.

My fear of being torn apart was replaced with pure, burning desire. And, I didn’t just want those two. I didn’t just want two cocks inside me. I wanted Boros.

“Down,” he said from off to the side. Movement stopped. “Go to the ground. Now.”

Tok crinkled his eyes. Boros grunted something in their guttural tongue, and then he understood.  With great care, he first knelt, then put my feet on the ground and then lay back. On top of him, I was able to sink him deep enough to feel his tip push against the deepest part of my cunt, where the ache was so good, so hard, and so sweet, that I almost lost myself as soon as I felt him there.

Into my field of vision, Boros stepped. He bent his knees and shoved his huge, round tip between my lips again. “Suck.” He commanded. “Harder. Suck hard and don’t stop.” Before I closed my eyes, he nodded and crossed his arms over his great chest.

The fingers pushed back inside. They felt somehow thicker than before, harder and longer... No, I realized, not the fingers! Lok groaned loud as he wrestled his head past my entrance in short, measured, careful strokes. He took what felt like delicious, blissful hours to finally push deep enough that I felt his ridge move past my hole. Just like my cunt gripped Tok and pulled him deep, my asshole closed around Lok and sucked him halfway before he pulled back. I rocked back, trying to urge him deeper, trying to jam both of those wonderful, terrifying, huge cocks as far as possible.

In one motion that felt like a tape replay going at half speed, I rammed my hips downward to catch Tok’s upstroke. In that single, radiant moment, Lok pushed deep, I screamed, and both of their heavy, hot ballsacks slapped against me.

As I lurched forward, the force of two savage beastmen shoving me, I squealed out an “ohmyholyshit!” and my palms hit the ground. Boros inched closer.

“Suck.” His cock jumped, pointing straight toward me. I tried to push myself up, to climb his legs, but each time I made any progress, one pole or the other drove deep and sent me back to the ground. One after another, in and out, in and out, the cocks pistoned, sending surges of pleasure and pain, heat and sticky slickness oozing out of me, down the insides of my spread out legs.

They moved like that – one after another – slowly getting closer and closer in time to each other’s pushes. I sucked a breath and tried again to climb up Boros. He wanted me to suck him, and I wanted all three dicks at once.

On the backs of his legs my hands scrabbled up him. When I had managed to get inches away from grabbing his prick, both beasts rammed me at the same time, sending me once again to the ground and forcing all the air out of my lungs.

A long, hot, drawling moan slipped from my lips that turned into a whimper at the end. Never, not once, not even with Kalak and his three, did I feel like I did right then.

Again, again, again, the two beasts drove their cocks into me, sending me careening forward, screaming out with every wrenching, filling shove. When I finally managed to open my eyes wide enough to see anything, Boros was standing with one of his hands on his hips and the other extended for me to take. As much as it confused me, his holding my hand made me feel safe, helped me relax just enough. Warm and secure, warm, secure, safe. Just like Kalak, I thought.

Boros took my hand and gently wrapped each finger around his cock, still wet from my mouth. For a moment, I couldn’t help but just stare at it, at him. I turned my wrist around him in a slow circle and then pumped him twice. Lowering one of his mighty hands, he pushed a fallen curl back behind my ear and watched me with those cold, pale, blue eyes.

Taking his prick between my lips, I put my other hand around him, like I was holding a sledge hammer. I kissed his tip, then that little place underneath that made him groan, and slipped his whole dickhead inside my mouth as I lashed my tongue back and forth. Both of his hands brushed against my cheeks then behind my head, tickling my scalp as they went. Something about the way he touched me, something about the way he watched as his cock disappeared inside my mouth while I sucked and squeezed – made me realize he was softening.

The lines on his face, maybe, smoothed a little. The crinkles on his forehead and on his scowling lips relaxed. For the first time, he let his head roll around his neck as I dragged my lips backwards to his tip, relishing every curve and line of him. I sucked hard and popped my lips off, then clamped back, hungrily biting at him, which judging from the moaning he did, he liked.