For every naked pore Jane had, they had twice the fur. They were polar opposites. She was a small, smooth, curving, wet, cavernous being full of light. They were massive, hairy, hard, forced into angles, sucking darkness from the depths of the forest and thrusting it into her until she felt as though the colors themselves were beginning to drown her from the inside out.
Suddenly, she felt each of them pulling out of her. She opened her eyes, feeling desperately empty and unfinished and wondering what possibly could have made them change their minds. But before she could get further into her doubt, she felt them all reach to flip her body over and around, rotating her so they could take turns entering her different holes. She was filled up once again, her mouth now filled with the familiar taste of her own pussy juice, sweet and cut by the hard flavor of the second dick to enter her mouth.
She sucked herself off of him and swallowed before taking the full length of him into her mouth. The brothers below were having no trouble getting themselves into her, despite their size. She squeezed the muscled of her cunt and her ass at the same time, sending them into spirals of early pleasure. But they had miles left to go. By now, Todd would have cum three times over. But these animals had more man in them than Todd ever would. And now, Jane had more man in her than she ever dreamed possible. And more animal in her than she could have imagined, even in her kinkiest fantasies.
All at once, Jane felt her energy being depleted. She was waning, the tone in her muscles was exhausted from being so tense, so hard and flexed. The energy of her limbs and her tongue, thrashing, so violently but so controlled, began to weaken. There was only so much she could take, it seemed, and she was reaching the ceiling of her own pleasure.
At that moment, she lost all control. She was nearly floating, held up by the pressure and support of the three giant dicks invading her most intimate and sacred places. Just as she thought she would dissolve right into thin air, she felt every pore of her body convulse in a spectacular wave or orgasmic pleasure. Her whole body was on fire. Riding wave after wave, gripping on and sliding off of each cock being driven into her space.
The moon looked brighter and closer, imposing and inviting at the same time. She felt a power, an energy welling up inside her that was like no drug she had ever taken. She felt like she could take on the world, and with that she used every inch of her skin to vibrate herself from the inside out.
One by one, the brothers began to feel her vibrations and brought themselves to their ferocious sexual climaxes. First was the cock in her mouth, pulsing and fucking her in the back of the throat as she prepared herself to take him in, to swallow whatever he had to offer. He came, not in spurts, but in one swift blow, the pressure of the load nearly choked her as she struggled to swallow as much of the foul seed as she could. She barely got a taste, as it went down her throat as fast as she could drink it, gasping for breath, and as he pulled himself out of her for the last time, she kept her wet tongue out to give it a long lick goodbye.
Down on her other half, the brothers were thrusting in rhythm, both of them struggling to keep on their toes while she grabbed at them with her well-trained interior muscles. Jane looked down to see them brace themselves against the nearest trees, their long sinewy arm muscles reflecting the sweat by the light of the moon.
In concert, she felt their animal members welling up with an ungodly amount of cum, and as they let loose inside of her, she felt a rush of warmth that extended through to her very core. She was completely exhausted both physically and mentally. The last thing she remembered was looking up at the bright blue harvest moon, and seeing the shadows of the three faces of the brothers looking down at her naked, worn out body as she closed her eyes.
When Jane woke up, she felt the natural but unfamiliar sensation of stone underneath her body. How long had she been out? Where was she? Why did her body feel like it had been run over by a truck? She tried to move, but every inch of muscle in her body was tired, and still tingling. She felt her pussy, trying to determine what had happened there, but she got only the feeling that she had been well taken care of, whatever had happened to her.
As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see that it was still night time, but also that she was inside some sort of cave now. Shadowy figures moved about in the distance, but nothing came towards her, anyway she was too tired to be afraid. She didn’t know where she was or where she had been, but she had the feeling that she was safe. So she lay back down on the smooth ground and closed her eyes once more.
“You must have done something pretty spectacular to be back here.”
Jane sat up, and saw a womanly figure sitting near her. The more she looked, the more she realized it was a woman, though she was old and looked worn, she was still quite beautiful. Her hair was wild and unkempt and her clothes looked like they were made out of leaves, or taken right out of the ground.
“Who are you?” Jane said. “And where am I?”
“Do you remember what happened to you last night?”
Jane tried hard to remember, and slowly, pieces came back to her. The wolves. The shivering. Her own nakedness summoning such an experience through the trees. The vibrations of the wind on her skin.
“You were chosen,” the woman said. “You are one of the lucky ones.”
Jane didn’t need to ask what she meant. Having been so closely tied with those creatures for what felt like hours only the night before, Jane knew that their hulking bodies were capable of more than just lust and sex. They were capable of harm and destruction.
“I am Rachel,” the woman said. “I was in your position once, and I never looked back. I built a life here. There was no other way for me to be happy, and since that time I have been the most fulfilled woman in all the world.”
Jane must have looked suspicious, or at the very least a little scared, for Rachel reached her hands over to Jane’s shoulders to comfort her.
“First let’s get you some clothes, and then I’ll tell you all about it.”
As they walked through the cave, Jane passed by several makeshift beds full of couples, some animal some human, laying dazed in the piles of leaves and pelts. Rachel told Jane the story of her own forest adventure. How she begged to be let in. How much she had to sacrifice, but how much it had been worth it. She told her about the ways her partner could satisfy her that no man ever could. As they made their way through the cavernous chambers and hallways, they came across a man, sitting up, looking a little shaken. Jane looked at him as though she had seen him before. Somewhere, maybe in a dream.
“Jane,” said Rachel. “This is my son, Ulric. I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted.”
Jane stumbled towards the handsome man, and sat down next to him on the palette.
“I’m sorry, have we met before?”
Ulric smiled, and Jane noticed his teeth were unnaturally white and they looked almost as if they came to a point. She looked the man over, and reached out her hand as if he belonged to her, running her fingers along the muscles of his arms, then his chest. He was covered in thick black hair, but beneath Jane could still see the smooth skin glistening with sweat. She put her hands through his thick mane of hair, and as she leaned closer, the man reached over and kissed her on the lips.
In that moment, Jane knew. She had tasted his flesh, and her mind rushed back to the night before, and his taste that she had known in her mouth, and when his monstrous cock that had penetrated her most feminine orifice.