While I may tell other people otherwise, my tale needs to get out, and even if it is in this little book no one will ever find, I feel a great deal of weight being lifted off my shoulders. I have told people a variety of different stories regarding my worst ever week, but this is the true accounting of it. My name is Sarina, and at the ripe age of 12 I killed my first monster. It was a harpy, not really much of a threat, but while everyone else was cowering in fear, I picked up a stool and broke it as I repeatedly struck it down. The couple of copper I got as payment was eclipsed by the wide eyed stares of amazement that my friends and neighbors gave me afterward. After that point, I knew what I was going to do with my life. After telling my father, he said I was just like my mother. I didn't know her, she died shortly after giving birth to me, but she was from an Amazonian tribe that didn't interact with outsiders much, and it was after running away to be with dad that she became a monster slayer. From what father told me, I look just like her, minus a foot or so. And from what I've picked up from gossip around the village, she was quite beautiful, though her massive F cups probably helped with that. At 34, I'm not quite as hefty as she was, just DDs, but with my large frame, it doesn't look too far out of place, and my muscular thighs also help give the appearance of lushness. All the stares I get whenever I'm not wearing armor are well worth the back ache they give me. I remember there was one dude who just would not get the hint that I wasn't interested in him, at least until I crushed a melon between my thighs, after that, most everyone left me alone, except for a few weirdos.
Well, anyways, it was one of those slumps everyone gets every now and then, monsters were drying up, so funds were lacking, and my armor and sword were in dire need of repair or replacement. I was out of healing, and since I usually ran alone, I could not rely on anyone else for money. A friend of mine had told me about a store I should go check out if I was ever in need of a helping hand. Finding the shop, I look in through the window to spot several odd-shaped plants and row upon row of armor too skimpy to be of any use, more like lingerie than anything, except made purely out of metal. After wandering around the aisles a bit, not really paying attention, mostly looking for whoever ran the place, I find an old crone running the counter. Having not seen any potions in my directionless wandering, I ask her if she had any healing potions or anything close to it, and that I didn't particularly have much in the way of funds. "Not to worry dear, I can give you a first time visiting discount. Now, these particular ones aren't healing potions per se, but they do heal minor wounds, cuts and bruises and the like, and give a boost to your stamina, but there are some side effects." As long as they weren't debilitating, I was perfectly OK with that. And for how cheap they were, I bought about a dozen or so, cleaning me out of cash, but I wish I had paid attention to what the crone told me their side effects, otherwise, I'd have never got them. After walking out of the store, I realize the plants were shaped like dicks. Whatever someone might want with a dick shaped plant, I would not know, maybe a practical prank. Shortly after I left, the old crone muttered to herself, "Poor dear, I forgot to warn her that it's minotaur season."
After a long, fruitless day of a whole lot of nothing worth collecting bounties on, I was getting desperate, and frustrated. As cheap as they had been, I still needed to recuperate the money I spent on my healing potions. As I listened to the woods for anything that could catch my attention, howls split the air. Not normal wolf howls, werewolves. As a general rule, werewolves stood at about 10 foot tall, and most of that from their legs, but were strong and fast enough to overcome most any unaware, and sometimes aware prey. They seemed to be heading away from me, but it gave me an idea. If they had a den nearby, I could kill the bitch of the pack, effectively removing its ability to stay generation after generation, and could claim quite a bit of cash from it. I could almost see the coins coming my way. It was well after sundown when I found the den, and with the rest of the pack out hunting, there would be at most 1 or 2 werewolves who stayed behind to defend the den. Luck was on my side for once, and it was alone, and judging by how all of her tits were swollen, she had pups. Common folklore states that only silver weapons can kill werewolves, that's a load of bullshit. While silver has many magical properties, enough strength can cut through werewolf hides, and that was one thing I had in spades. It was a short, brutal fight as I had the advantage of suprise, and it was over quickly. Even still though, I managed to pick up a few nicks and scrapes. What worse worse though, is she managed to get a lucky strike in, and ripped the front half of my armor off, and when I went to decapitate her, my blade shattered halfway though her neck. It was still enough to finish the job, but the loss of my favorite sword hurt. Guzzling down one of the potions I had bought, I set about gathering the pieces of my blade, maybe I could reforge it. I pulled my knife out and searched for the pups, so I could finish them off as well. Before I could though, a blow to my back sent me into one of the cave walls, and I fell unconscious from the impact.
I hadn't been out for very long, but I could tell that the top piece of my armor was destroyed, leaving my entire top half except my forearms bare. But that wasn't what worried me. Before me was the pack of werewolves, returned from their hunt. There were far more than them than I could conveniently count in a short time frame, ranging in colors from brown to black to greys and whites. But the truly despairing/captivating sight before my incredulous sight was each and everyone of them was fully erect, their cocks throbbing and bouncing to some unseeable rhythm. Why they were like that, I don't know, but I sure as hell wasnt about to stick around to find out. As futile as it was, I tried to make a run for the gap between them with my pack, but was quickly brought up short by one grabbing my arm.
The brown one who had grabbed my arm, quickly threw me back down onto the ground, knocking loose my grip on my things. I rushed back up, trying to leave, my things be damned, until his 2 hands gripped the sides of my head, and brought my mouth to his massive erection. Clamping my lips tightly, I refused to let him enter, and trying to use my arms to push him away was as useful as my escape attempt. After a few tentative thrusts at my mouth, and getting nowhere in his desired direction, he dug his claws into the sides of head, forcing me to let out a pained hiss. With my jaw locked up tight enough that it was starting to shriek in pain, he was forced to send his rod careening down along my teeth when the very pointy tip of his cock smashed into the side of my mouth. He wasn't all too happy about getting just the relative tip in, so he tried pushing more it, to no avail. Defeated, he started thrusting himself into my face, sometimes going down one side of my face, other times having swapped. Ludicrously enough, it reminded me of brushing my teeth, just with an oversized dog dick instead of a brush. During these lackluster thrusts, the brown werewolf had been leaking out precum, and I had felt it sloshing around in my mouth, but hadn't tasted any. That was soon to change. Soon as that substance started coating my tongue, it made me gag. It was salty, bitter, and the texture was about that of a very thin grease. It was just my luck however, that I gagged right as he was pulling out, and a slight gap in my teeth provided him just enough of a chance to get slightly deeper. Suddenly, that pointy tip ran into the back of my throat, and tears welled in my eyes from the painful jolt. I didn't dare bite down, because a bite from them would do far more damage to me than I could do to them. He had gotten a bit farther in, and it was here I discovered something. His dick was completely unable to bend at the middle like a man's could. So long as I stayed down like this, he couldn't get any deeper. And yet, as he quickly resumed pace like nothing had changed, my tongue received yet another coating of his lubricant. I swore right then as I fought another gag that I wasn't going to swallow any of this disgusting fluid. Having decided that, I settled in for a long and arduous night. Soon, I realized something that had not occurred to me. Since I wasn't swallowing any of it, it had to go something, and that somewhere was out. A mixture of drool and semen was being dumped out of my mouth with each thrust, dripping from my chin and onto my generous chest.
As caught up in this brutal attempted face fucking as I was, I had not been paying any attention to any of the other wolves around me. Another one, this one silver, had gotten impatient at not getting any action, grabbed me by an ankle, and with no more effort that I would have in ripping the shell off a lobster, started tearing off the rest of my armor, leaving only my ankles and wrists covered, with a few rags here and there. While he had been opening me up like a gift, the brown one had kept his grip on my head, and while I had been lifted up so the silver one could have easier access to the juicy bits, my throat shifted to allow him to delve deeper. Worse yet, with all of my body weight being supported by just my neck, all my weight helped to push him in all the much faster. Do you have any idea how painful it is to have your body weight supported entirely on your neck? Even worse to have a massive cock shoving itself down my throat while I rush down to meet it. As he slide deeper and deeper, he was gushing more and more of his fluid, which I could care less about, until some of it went down the wrong pipe, giving me a massive coughing fit. Seeing as how there was almost an airtight seal in my mouth, fluids came spilling out of my nose, and it was about as pleasant as you think. While lubrication wasn't a problem due to his near flooding of my throat, size was, and I only managed about half way on sheer body weight alone. That was far more than I had ever wanted, but less than he desired. Using his brute strength, he pulled me deeper and snugger around his cock, until he had managed balls deep. Despite how sore my throat was going to be, I was having a bigger issue: lack of air. With his cock forming a near perfect seal in my throat, and my nose firmly pressed against his admittedly rock hard stomach, I could not get a wisp of air in me. It wasn't much of a problem now, but with the werewolf not showing any signs of pulling out, especially as I convulsed pleasantly around him trying to pull in any air, it would soon become one. With him showing no signs of pulling himself out of me, I turned my attention to my backside as the silver werewolf had finished pulling bits of my ruined armor off. I couldn't look, but I could feel where his claws had met my bare flesh, bloody furrows ran, but quickly healed back over due to my healing potion still doing its job. As I felt both his hands gripping my legs, prying them apart, I knew what was about to happen, and wanted none of it. I started bucking and fighting with everything I had, wasting precious air trying to prevent what was already going to happen. Claws digging in from both werewolves soon put a stop to my vain motions of protest, and soon I felt his rod prodding at my back door. Panic quickly filled me, but he readjusted himself to be poised to plunge into my waiting womanhood. So caught up in my self loathing, I had not noticed how eager my body was to be filled, burning with a dull ache that had grew into a wildfire. His probing at my entrance brought that burning within me to the forefront, even over the massive impalement stretching out my sore throat. It didn't take much for him to slide in, they were very well suited for penetration after all, and like a lock with a key, his thrust caused an eruption of pleasure within me, my toes curled, eyes rolled to the back of my head and body shaking from a series of orgasms, and yet he continued pushing himself into this eager hole, uncaring about my reactions. Lubrication wasn't an issue, with as turned on as I was, and his frequent gushes, I could not be any more soaked. Size wasn't particularly an issue either, despite my glove like tightness enveloping his every inch as it descended deeper and deeper. Eventually he bottomed out, and judging by how I could not feel his body pressed against mine, and how much I had stuffed in my throat, I had about half of him crammed into my snatch. The pointed tip was pressed painfully against my cervix, but the pleasure rebounding through me outweighed it. Despite a couple more attempts to press deeper in me, he could not go any farther. So he pulled himself back until the relative head was still in me, and slammed himself back into me as far as he could. And again, and again, and again until he had figured out a rhythm to use me to stroke as much of his dick as possible.
I was almost out of air at this point, when the brown werewolf that had been holding my face against his stomach with his dick damn near reaching into my stomach decided he was going to continue where he had left off. One smooth pull out later, saliva and precum hanging in little ropes off his dick, and I could get a quick breath in. That was all, because just as smoothly as he pulled out, he pushed back in, and soon enough we were back at it again, just this time with his entire rod inside me, and not just the tip. You would think with him having managed this extreme level of depth I wouldn't have to taste any of his precum, right? Wrong. He was sending rivers out the entire time, with him leaving his tip on my tongue, I got a new batch every time he pulled out before he pushed back in. I will give him this, he had alot of cock, and he was using every inch of it. It took me a second to figure out how to breath during this brutal facefucking, with several failed attempts sending more of that mixture through my nostrils. Quickly growing tired of the side of his bright red rod sliding in and out of me and repeated close ups of his stomach, I closed my eyes, in the hopes of shutting out as much as possible of what was happening. While I could shut my eyes though, I could not shut my ears, and even over the panting of the pack as they waited their turn, I could hear the sounds of very sloppy and hard sex. If one discounted the odd shaped dicks and all the fur, it was almost like 2 guys fucking me. While I was being skewered between these 2 cocks, my tits had been swaying back and forth, and the mixture of drool and semen had begun to drip off my hard nipples. As I was still blatantly refusing to swallow any of it, it was still leaking from my mouth and dripping from my chin, just with much less volume than before. Soon, a mixture of many fluids pooled, werewolf precum, drool, and my own love fluids, standing testament to this bestial act in which I found myself a part of. As much as I hated how this encounter was turning out, my body could not get enough. So there I was, rocking back and forth between these 2 dicks, breasts swaying with the continuous motion, when suddenly I felt a pain spear through my cervix. It was when I felt it spread open farther and a few inches of previously un-fucked cock push in that I realized what happened. Remember how I stated their dicks were well suited for penetration? Yeah, I had no idea how right I was on that regard. During this endless fuckery I was an unwilling party to, the werewolf had still been trying to get deeper, and luck was on his side on one of his thrusts, he managed to find that tiny little hole, which was just big enough to accept the very tip, and that was all it took. I now had several more inches of cock slithering through my gash like some great snake. The pain was almost excruciating, but as deep as I was in perpetual arousal as I was, I was simply drowning in pleasure heedless of the pain. As he kept working himself deeper, inches at a time, the lone sane part of me began praying that whatever damage was going to happen wouldn't be permanent. Finally, I felt his swollen balls slap against my clit, and I knew he was fully hilted within me. Pausing only a moment to appreciate the way I clamped and chamfed all over his steel hard rod, he pulled out, and returned to his normal pace, this time fully seated within me. He did pull back a couple times, and had a modicum of difficulty reentering my baby maker, but each time it grew easier, and by the 3rd time he figured out it would just be best to not pull out that far.
Some time afterward, really hard to just time when your being screwed, I felt the brown werewolf start really picking up the pace. I didn't really think much of it, until I felt a bump run into my teeth. Quickly opening my eyes, I was suprised at what I saw. His entire rod was coated in a combination of fluids form the 2 of us down to the very base, but what really caught my attention was the rapidly inflating ball at the base of his dick. It was the size of a man's fist and still rapidly growing. Despite its size being clearly unable to enter my mouth past my teeth, it didn't stop the brown werewolf from trying to bash my teeth in trying to get it fitted in. As it slowed down in its growth, he too slowed down in his efforts to cram it in. I didn't know a whole lot about werewolf breeding, but I did know a bit about dogs, and so I had an inkling of an idea on what would happen next. A torrent of spunk was being poured down my throat, and soon I had to reconsider my promise. I had thought it was more like normal guys, a few dollops of sperm and that would be it. My clue that this was completely wrong, in hindsight, was just how much precum these things were putting out. So my options soon were to drown in werewolf cum, or start swallowing. Neither one were on my list of things I'd like to do, but my opinions in this didn't matter. So with great reluctance, I started swallowing.
My frantic efforts to get ahead of the literal torrent of cum being unloaded into my gut backfired. My continued swallowing around his dick only massaged it, causing the flow to increase, necessitating me to swallow harder, which milked his dick harder, causing an even higher torrent. So while I was struggling not to drown, all the werewolf felt was an ever increasing force trying to drain his balls. Before he could finish draining himself into my gut, he started pulling out, to which I immediately stopped in my swallowing as I did not want to swallow anymore than absolutely needed. He ended up giving me a mouthful of his cum, and my face received yet another coating of semen, as if I needed it. The taste was still the same, but the texture was much closer to syrup. Spitting out as much as I possibly could, I was startled when a moan passed through my lips. While I had a dick firmly lodged in my esophagus, I could pretend I wasn't feeling any pleasure from the vigorous fucking I was receiving behind me. But while I had been fighting it, my body hadn't, and now that I could breath and speak clearly, my sluttish moans split the air over the panting of the pack. Shifting his grip from my hips to my midsection, the werewolf started bouncing me on his rod like I was little more than some toy put there on this world just to pleasure him. My moans turned to shrieks, not of pain, but of pleasure. Like clockwork though, I was startled out of my reverie by an ever increasing pace. Knowing what was coming, I hoped that the knot was an unnecessary carryover from whatever mongrel werewolves descended from, much like how humans have a tailbone despite not having a tail, but my hope was misplaced. Feeling my entrance start to give, my shrieks turned shrill, until another werewolf shoved himself down my esophagus, muffling my cries of displeasure with sloppy sounds of sex. I had no way to fight it like I did with the previous invader. But every cloud has its silver lining, I just had to find one for this cloud. At least my face wasn't getting pummeled by his nuts with ever thrust. Not much of a silver lining, more like a monotone grey. With how hopless this situation was though, I would take anything i could to remain upbeat. Despite my stellar attitude, the situation was dire. I was in a similar position as before, just somehow worse this time, with one rod exploring the depths of my throat with every thrust, and a knot poised to seal up my womb while a river of pleasure threatens to sweep me off my feet, and absolutely no end in sight for this trial. The knot continued to crawl its way inside, uncaring about how arduous the task was to cram it inside me was. Everytime I thought it would finally gain some purchase within me, it grew some more, long past the point where I though it was possible to push it in. Finally, with an almost audible pop, it wrenched itself into place, with my entire pussy greedily clamoring about all over it. I had thought that the series of micro orgasms from the initial penetration was strong, but it had nothing on this peak. Just when I thought I couldn't sink any lower, I do. Despite the knot being firmly seated within me, he decides to test to make sure it is completely set in place,because of course he does. As limited as my motions were, I found myself grinding along to these testing, and that peak grew ever higher. Soon after though, he slowed down and ultimately stopped. I felt a few twitches, and soon he was blasting his load deep within me.
It was hot. Not in the sexy manner, no matter how much my body was enjoying it, but in the physical way it was hot. With 2 loads in me, and now possibly soon to be a 3rd with how fast my face was being smashed, the warmth soon had me sweating, even in the chill now-night air. I can't tell you how long I stayed like that, felt like hours, was probably several minutes. Quite quickly I began to feel quite bloated. If I could have looked down to see my stomach, I would have noticed I was quite swollen. But when he tugged himself loose, a literal waterfall of his semen gushed out of me, left to join the other puddles of combining fluids I reckon. I felt him shifting around, and soon another set of hands was taking the spaces being let up. Soon after, I felt the pointy tip probing about on my flesh before finding the hole he was hunting for. As I was about to receive another load down my throat, I wasn't paying much attention to it, since there was nothing I could do about it. What caught me off guard was the fact that he was having to fight to get in, much like how the silver one had. I could not for the life of me figure out why, until some errant claws left some more shallow cuts on my flesh, and it quickly healed. Could it be the health potion? If it was, as long as that potion was active, I was going to be virgin tight for every werewolf that shows up to get a piece of me. That thought filled me with ever blacker despair, but soon enough I had other things to worry about. The werewolf had finished in his futile attempts to knot my face, and was now blowing his load into my stomach, just like before, I swallowed as little as I could get away with. But that wasn't going to work this time. This werewolf decided he was going to drain every last drop into my stomach, and just when I had thought he was done, he continued on. Looks like I will have to go for more drastic measures. Knowing exactly what it would do, I began doubling my efforts on my swilling down this forced feeding, since I hoped it would drain it quicker, and I was going to need air soon. It was only when the second werewolf was getting close to pounding his knot in that he finally pulled out, and I got some air in me. It was rank with the smell of dog and sex, but it couldn't have come at at better time. The edges of my vision had started going black. Gasping and hacking, I let out a scream as the knot plopped into me, and an orgasm erupted from the overstimulation of both almost being chocked to death and constant grinding.
Surprisingly, I was allowed to hang there limply, impaled as I was, without another to take up the recently vacated throat. They really seemed to enjoy the wet snugness of my throat, although I could also guess they weren't happy about not being able to knot it. The 3rd one did eventually line up and start sending himself deeper into me, but only got halfway before I was pulled off his dick. Quickly being spun around, I was soon face to face with another werewolf, a black one with white on his stomach. Sandwhiching his dick between my legs, the best I could figure was he wanted to see my face as he fucked me, that was until he placed his dick on my stomach. It's one thing to intuitively know that I had large rods sliding through me, it's another to see the scale at which I was taking. For God's sake, where it starts tapering down to a tip reaches past my belly button. After seeing the look of dread on my face, he quickly realigned me to have that pointed tip be best aligned for its new snug home. One quick thrust later, and he had achieved his goal. Looking between my swaying breasts, I was alarmed to see a slight bulge show on my stomach where his rod pressed against my internals. With each thrust he was getting deeper until he was smashing against my cervix like so many had before him. If it could bruise, it was sure to after this night. That wasn't all he did though. After one of his thrusts, he simply let go of me by my shoulders and changed his grip to be at my hips. A quick reaction had me wrapping my legs around my unwanted companion, and using my core to keep me stabilized and not bouncing my head on the stone floor of the cave. Unfortunately, my failed deepthroater was back, and was unhappy about being rudely yanked out of his warm snug home. In one lunge, he jammed every inch into my mouth. So much for that silver lining, I thought as he started hammering my face, his swollen sack swinging into my face with each movement. At least one good thing came out of it though. While he was longer than his 2 previous brethren, he wasn't quite as thick, so my throat wasn't screaming each time he forced himself in. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed a couple of the pack members standing at about half attention, and to this day, I cannot tell you what came over me, but I reached out, and grabbed them by their dicks. I reasoned after the fact that I was hoping to finish them off without them being in me. Starting to stroke them off, they started to re harden and grow, to the point that my hand could no longer reach halfway around them anymore, and yet still I continued stroking. They were quite hard, but very smooth, and using the own pre-cum, I was able to pick up the pace on my strokes. Soon enough they were showing their appreciation, with the evidence being lost in the multitude of other loads. Face fucker has started growing his knot, so no longer was his nuts smacking into my face, and I was waiting for the moment in which my poor battered cervix was going to get its umpteenth skewering. I wondered when it would stop trying to hold them back from penetrating farther than nature intended. Soon enough, with one last little give, he too was slamming himself balls deep into my womanhood. Except where those before him had only pulled out so far as to not have to fight to reinstate themselves at full bore, he continued onwards with using his entire dick, and each time he would punch through it got easier, until it was no barrier at all. Guess I had my answer, hurray me. Back at the front end, with obvious signs that the knot wasn't going to fit, he settled for jamming it against my teeth like the others before. Quickly, I realized there was a problem. I could not take every drop he was pouring down into my stomach, and with him being thinner, it wasn't near as well of a plug as the thicker ones. Meaning, around his cock in my mouth, what I was unable to swill down was coming out, and instead of running harmlessly off my chin, like it would had I have been stomach down, ass up, it was running down my face. I knew I wasn't a pretty sight, but can they just stop finding ways to blast their loads on me? Speaking of loads being blasted on me, the 2 werewolves I was still handying were showing no signs that they were getting close, their knots being a very obvious sign after all. Frantically, I picked up the pace. With one already halfway draining himself into me, and now the second working himself up to slipping his knot into me, I did not want to still be stroking off these 2 unnecessarily. If I could get these 2 off, and make sure they weren't going to try and have their way with me, that would be less pounding I would have to endure.
With practiced ease, the knot slid in, and the big long rod in my throat slid out, bringing with it whatever fluids I hadn't managed to down. However, the 2 I was stroking off both went to try and go for my head. Since I wasn't particularly eager to for another round of deepthroating, I had to act fast. Instead of allowing them to push themselves into me, I turned my head to give one a blow job while still stroking the other. After a minute or so, I swapped who I was pleasuring. Doing so allowed me to finally rest my sore throat from its continued beating it had been receiving. Finally, fucking finally, the knots started to swell, and as I felt the knot starting to be tugged to set a release, I used every bit of strength still in me to keep that knot in its place, as I did not want another set of werewolves taking its place, not while I was still trying to bring these 2 up front to completion. With the knots having finally grown to full size, and from the increased panting, I could tell they were close. With one last finale twitch, the one in my mouth let loose its load, which I quickly spat out, with the other soon following suit. But I could tell it wasn't a full blast. Don't get me wrong, any normal guy would be jealous of how much was being shot out on me, but from the several other loads that adorned my bare flesh, I could tell it wasn't the full thing, like I had been half hoping for. I could not hold it in any longer, and the knot had shrunk down to the point of non existence, just as the 2 of them finished their half hearted load. They did quickly take up the next places though, and with another 2 setting themselves up with an unspoken command to continue with them, I settled in for the long haul.
I have no clue how long I stayed like that. By some time, I had grown quite sedate, letting them do with me as they pleased. At some point, I had been flipped back around when one took his dick out of me completely, without warning. As I had grown quite used to having something shoved in me at all times, the sudden hollowness caught me by suprise. It wasn't until I felt the tip pressed right up against my sphincter that I realized what he was about to do. Without much effort on his part, the first few inches went into my ass. Unprepared as I was, the immediate response from me was to clench down and prevent any deeper incursions. It took the 2 that were skewering me to stop my bucking and thrashing as I fought like I hadn't fought before against this newfound hole to violate. However, no matter how hard I clenched down, I could not stop him from doing as he pleased, given that he had fully coated himself in my womanhood. As he began to fully insert himself, it grew harder to push in, as the thicker parts started pushing itself in now. When he fully hilted himself in my bowels, I felt incredibly full, but also like I needed to crap. Keep in mind this was my first time ever experiencing anal, so I had no idea about how this was even going to go. As he started to pull out, I felt my ass bulge, trying to not let go of his member as it was pulled out. And back in he went, this time a bit easier as I was trying to relax my anus to the point where it wasn't painful anymore. I had it halfway down, I still was struggling to keep it relaxed while he pushed it in though. It was one thing to know that I needed to relax, another to actually do so.
After a bit, when the lubrication was starting to run low, I started feeling an almost gritty feeling with each of his thrusts. I had been told by a couple of my friends that had enjoyed doing anal that they always needed to make sure it was clean inside and out, but I never really knew why. Now though, knowing what that grit was made me feel disgusting.
With a new hole to violate, the pack continued on as before, and I retreated to the corners of my mind, hoping to retain some sanity in this disturbing event. When I finally came back out of my comatose state, I was being held with my face against the cave wall, feeling like every inch of my flesh had been given a coating at least an inch thick, and my ass was being violated with extreme gusto. Arousal still coiled within my core, but I judged that it would take more than 1 dick to fire me back up, I had become that desensitized to being fucked. That gritty sensation I had felt before had long since been gone, I guess enough of the pack had blasted their loads up my guts to wash it out. Judging by the knot I could feel pressing against it with every thrust, he was about to join them. That wasn't a comforting thought. Given that it was the only direction I could look, I looked towards the entrance, and saw about half the pack, laying on the cave floor, eyes pinned to my face as I was being pounded. Behind them, I could see the moon was close to setting, about a couple hours I'd guess. As the knot scrapped itself into me, I wondered where the rest of the pack was. After waiting for however long it took, I finally felt the knot start deflating, and I was impatient to get off so I could see where the rest had went. As he handed me of to 2 werewolves, who took positions in front and behind me, I watched as my most recent companion, much like that of a dog, laid down and curled up with his tail over his nose and went to sleep. Bit of a one shot wonder, I thought to myself. Maybe I could use that. But as the 2 started working themselves in, all thoughts of escape vanished at the sheer tightness of the 2 of them simultaneously pounding me. Arousal perked it's head up again at this new sensation that I had clearly not felt before, and each thrust sent a shiver through me as I felt them gouge in and out. It did not take long for me to feel an orgasm building, and with a climactic release, I felt my entire body shaking. Had I not have been held between the 2 of them like I had, it would have looked like I was having a seizure from pure pleasure. Soon after, I felt both knots start to grow, and as they started fighting to cram their knots in simultaneously, it just wouldn't work, it was too much. I was barely handing their rods, how could I handle the full thing? When they figured out they couldn't push themselves in at the same time, they started to race to see who could do it first. The one in front of me won that race, the knot grinding against my g-spot, and soon after the second knot forced its way in, really grinding that knot inside me, bringing out my long awaited eruption of pleasure from me. Immediately i screamed out YES! and started trying to pull myself down upon them harder. I could feel as I clamped down, trying to eck out every bit of pleasure I could. out, they were doing the exact opposite. Trying to push themselves deeper all the while blasting their load, i could feel as their knots constantly pushed past each other, over and over again, leaving me in a state of euphoria.
As I felt the 2 of them twitching before depositing their batter within me, I had an idea so foul, so humiliating, it just might work: I can't out fight them, but maybe I can out fuck them. As I was held limply between the 2 of them, my legs shaking from the leftovers of that orgasm, I worked out the specifics, I just needed an opening. After an untold amount of time, I finally felt the 2 deflating, and knew that I would soon have to try my luck, with how this night was going, my luck seemed like it was non existent. I watched as one werewolf unwound himself and walked over as the 2 knots plopped out of me. Handing me off to the newest mutt, I was able to slip whoever had grasped me thanks to an almost continual shower of semen making me hard to grasp. Immediately, several more werewolves leapt up to stop me if I ran, but instead, after grabbing ahold of the thick shaft of the one whose turn it was I seemed to have paused, walked deeper into the cave, swaying my hips with more than neccesary, despite everything in me screaming to run. Weaving my way around the sleeping forms of my former companions who had their way with me, I found a raised section in the rock that would serve me well. Having obediently followed the tugging of my hand, I then gently pushed him onto the raised section of the cave floor, red rod standing fully erect and waiting. Climbing up the hairy body, I positioned it to pierce into my ass, with my face away from the werewolf, and hesitated. It was one thing to have them fuck me as I limply dangled. It was a complete other thing to be an active participant in this. After that slight hesitation, I put the tip against my puckered brown hole, and sat down.
The packmates who had stood up to stop my run had paused, as if they couldn't decide if they wanted to curl back up or stay standing. Pointing at one, I curled a finger, beckoning him to come here. Immediately, he loped up, and went to push his rapidly expanding member into my pussy. Grabbing it and pulling it up, and up, and up until he was placed between my generous breasts, I then grabbed his 2 hands and clasped them till he was squeezing my tits together around him. While I originally wasn't going to do this, I ultimately decided the need to drain as many as possible, as fast as possible, far outweighed the disgust factor. Not to mention it was already soiled in my eyes anyways. As he got to work pounding my cleavage, I snapped my fingers on both hands trying to call for 2 more, and got several. Hanging my head upside down, and dangling my tongue enticingly, he jammed himself into the offered hole, and I started stroking off 2 more. Before I could even wonder how long it would take for them to notice I still had an unused place, I felt a tip poking at my flesh before being guided to its soon to be new home.