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Thunder rolled over the gloom of the valley. The night had seen no relenting of the weather, and the ground was dangerously drenched. The flash of lightning revealed a mare, standing outlined behind the glass of the large window.

It was early, the sun had not yet risen but Scarlet had not slept, the buzz of the new energy in her skull had enthralled and enthused her. Motionless, she watched the lashing rain for hours as the night passed.

She moved at last, pressing her hand to the glass, each finger spreading wide; she could feel the cold of the wind behind the pane and let out a soft whicker.

‘And what do you seek out of me?' She thought quietly, the storm was thick about her mind; she had conversed with it for some time now. Its reply was calm and sonorous.

‘Nothing deep. Carnal pleasure. You are my release. Is it not clear yet?' She nodded slowly, it was indeed clear. That openness of mind had, once more, left her, but the memory of it was strong and sharp.

The storm receded from her head, the clouds above parted slightly. The rain lessened and stopped; the wind was calmer now. A crack in the thick skies showed deep red, the sunrise was close.

She was level-headed about things at first. Waking in the dark, the stench of the males thick about her she had been alarmed, for lucidity of a kind had been granted her, and she was appalled.

But slowly, her bewilderment had cooled, the storm had reassured her. She was not sure about the turn of events and the implications of what she had done were enormous. The entire situation was beyond her grasp, but it felt right to her and she was clear in her mind once more. She would accept the storm, rather than face another spout of confusion.

And still, what of her work? Could she keep things normal, secret perhaps? Bringing Tom into the circle had certainly made things more difficult. She felt wiser now, her thoughts were slower but sharper, and conclusions came easily.

As she mused on her actions of the past few days, she felt a pang of hunger and walked to the kitchen. She was dressed in the robe from the night before, and poured herself cereal, eating steadily.

She pondered on how she could again attain that all-seeing eye, which came to her during her coupling with the males. The voice of the storm had been unwilling to confront it, or even mention that perspective.

She had felt thrills of power, and it was irritating to watch out from her skull again. But she pushed the thoughts aside and cleared the table, before laying it for the two others. She had best keep them sweet, though she didn't doubt she could secure their advances.

The clock ticked away the seconds as she sat in an uncertain daze, whiling away the time until the others woke with casual finger exercises and constant wonderings over what the following days or weeks might hold for her.

Reaching the storm had not been an issue, it had talked to her as soon as she arose, it anticipated her, linked with her deeply; still blowing in her head. She had been left alone the night before, but knew that would not happen again, it had been a peacemaking gift.

She came to a decision over a course of action, weighing up various possibilities and factors of influence. Despite not in the slightest knowing why the storm wished to vent itself through her body, she felt a pressing instinct to satisfy it.

As she sat there, her heat rose again and she hung her head. It somewhat irked her that the urges came upon her so many times daily, but the release was of course pleasurable and as for reservations, they seemed pointless. She pulled aside her robe.

She created a fantasy, imagining herself tongue fucked by another mare, a russet, thick set female she had once known who had been the first female she had ever thought of sexually. She reached to her labia and with practised slips began to rub her lips gently.

She breathed heavy, slipping a finger in for a moment to probe inside, then retracting it and caressing her slit. She thought of the slippery tongue of another female inside of her, and licked her lips, her eyes closed.

The wind was with her as she masturbated, it whipped over her thoughts and caressed her consciousness. She balanced on the kitchen counter, hopping up, and pushed two fingers gently inside then began to finger, brushing her clit with each stroke.

She sat there, panting, her fingers stroking herself to elicit the best possible pleasure, she was, of course, the best at stimulating her own sex, she had fingered it enough times to know how to work it. In her mind, the russet mare fingered at her ass-ring and kissed her pussy.

As she felt waves of orgasm approaching, she heard a rush of wind at the window, and her head thought of the storm for a moment. It was enough to shift her concentration and, as the two thoughts crossed, she felt an electric tingle from her fingers.

It was enough to push her over the brink, and she groaned, cumming through clenched teeth, leaking a small trail of honey over the side of the counter. She breathed, her engorged breasts heaving, and looked at her wet fingers.

She split the two fingers into a v, and tried to emulate her previous mindset, that combination of storm and pleasure. With a crack, a spark jumped from digit to digit. As it did so, it seemed to bolster her perception, seeing things from a new source till the tiny bolt died out. It was not the same as the omniscience of before, but it was novel.

She smiled, and jumped from the counter, feeling unexpectedly buoyed up by the discovery. She thought of wiping away the fluid on the cupboard door, but didn't. It was a small perverse pleasure to leave it, but anyway she left it.

She spent the next few minutes making the tiny lightning arc from her fingers, even pushing it from palm to palm at one point. It rapidly made her feel fatigued and she stopped, breathing deeply.

There she sat, pensive, as the sun rose further and light filled the sky, filtered grey and pale. Rain began to fall again, sweeping gracefully in gentle curtains over the arboretum as she observed. She heard a gentle shuffle, and turned, seeing Tom walking, bleary-eyed towards her, having risen from the couch where she had laid them.

"Up early?" He ran a hand over his eyes, fingers running through his fur and yawned. Blinking sleep from his arms he smiled at the spread on the table and sat down. "Aww, thanks sweetie!"

Scarlet smiled, happy to have someone to talk to break the listless silence of before. She sat down at the table's head and motioned to the food. Tom returned the smile and began to eat.

They both sat quietly for a while, Tom finishing his bowl and pushing it forward, turning to look at Scarlet who gave him a small finger wave. She yawned softly, for the show of it rather than necessity.

"Did you sleep well then? I think you two tired yourselves out. You sure gave me a good run." Scarlet spoke with a playful flair to her speech and winked. Tom grinned, and began to reply before he visibly sniffed, ears flicking.

He looked pointedly at the counter, then back at Scarlet.

"Couldn't wait hmm?" Scarlet smiled and blew him a kiss, chuckling. She could feel her mind churning precisely, her replies considered and level; even as she preserved her facade of normality.

"Well, can't keep a lady waiting Tom." She looked at John, still sprawled on the couch. "Think we should wake him?" She didn't await a reply from the wolf, but walked over and kissed the bull on his forehead, gently.

John let out a sleepy grunt and his eyes blinked open. He sat up, stretching enormously, looking around him. He nodded to Tom and stood up, leading Scarlet back to the table with a thick set arm about her shoulder.

They exchanged the odd word about the night before, smiling in mutual pleasure, while John ate. Tom joined in the conversation and Scarlet could tell that the two had bonded well during her absence. That was good â€" she couldn't have them at odds if she wanted to count on their services.

After a time, Tom scrawling in missing clues on an abandoned newspaper crossword while John flipped on some toast, the bull mentioned the storm again.

"We should go into town again sometime soon. We'll either take Tom home, or I think Scarlet might not mind you staying on?" John teased, smiling at the mare.

"Alright" Scarlet turned on the television, the weather channel was unsurprisingly still selected. They watched for a moment, the forecaster predicted more heavy weather for that day, followed by a lull the following morning. "Well we'll go tomorrow then. I think we can spend the day here, for today?" Scarlet smiled widely at the males.

As she spoke a fresh howl of wind rolled over the house. The mare was satisfied, the storm was at her back. The others laughed and agreed, John taking the steaming slices to the table. Scarlet stood up.

"I'm going to go and wash OK? I'll be back in a bit, you two have fun." She left them with a wave, and ascended the stairs. She let her robe fall to the floor as she entered her room, and stepped into her bathroom, turning on the taps, stretching.

As the steaming water filled the tub, she lay back into it, the detritus of the day before soaking out of her hair. Her muscles had been soothed by the wind's caress, but they were still stiff, and now they relaxed, as she turned her thoughts downward.

She began to experiment. At first she sought that space under and inside the wind inside her, looking for that wide-reaching gaze; but she could not reach it. She spread her fingers, and created that spark from earlier. As it jumped she felt for an instant those heartbeats below her.

She grasped at the feeling, steeling her mind. The storm was passive, not willing to help her without some reward itself, but never against her. She sought out those heartbeats again; and slowly she began to grasp them.

The slip was so close, but not quite there, and she let herself fall into another state, probing the essence of the males below her. She shifted her perception, slowly trying to perfect those mental acrobatics.

And there they were, the minds of John and Tom. She leapt and was inside them, equally, balanced. She pushed harder and with a twist she saw through two pairs of eyes, heard through two pairs of ears.

"Agh, headrush there. Uh, got up too fast." John shook his skull, blinking, and snorted, regaining his composure. There was a strange buzzing in his head. He looked at the wolf, who jumped.

"What? Yeah, weird, déjà vu there. Same sort of rush of blood. Creepy." The wolf ignored it, and took another bite of the toast, looking at John, the bull still looking a bit dazed. He had a slight headache now, his canine head throbbing a little.

"It's probably the pressure with the weather." John said, shrugging. He still felt uneasy, remembering the odd happenings of the last few nights; especially his very confused memories of the night before last. "Do you want to help me drain the oil tank roof later? It's pretty wet, the drain's blocked up. It's nothing hard, just a little bit of raking."

Tom nodded, he liked the bull, despite the occasional distrust he felt emanating from John, and was eager to help in a way that might further their relationship.

Suddenly the wolf felt a powerful throb of his head, but rather than groan, he looked at John quizzically. His thoughts seemed a bit... jumbled. What had he been doing? He looked at the toast for a moment. No, that wasn't right.

He looked back at the bull intently. John peered back, frowning. He was a beautiful creature that bovine. He gazed at his chest muscles for a moment, they were very defined, the bull must work hard. Then with a start he jumped in his seat again, shaking his head. "Woah, serious daydream there." He frowned, tapping his skull. "Do you have any painkillers?"

Up above, Scarlet gasped as she dropped back into her own eyes, and sucked air into hungry lungs. She felt somewhat cold, and a little confused. Why hadn't she stayed in the males? She had wanted to get them interested in each other, but then she'd snapped back.

As she panted heavily, she came to a level theory. She hadn't breathed while she was away? Certainly she felt seriously out of air. She needed to concentrate on more things at once. She was tired now, and she dozed there until the bath became cold.

The short sleep refreshed her somewhat and banished that awful confusion that had seeped in after her entry of the bull and wolf. She yawned and rose, drying herself carefully, before walking to her wardrobe.

She at first selected a pair of faded jeans, but then dropped them with a frown. She could already feel the heat rising again, and would need to get the boys into her soon. She spent a minute pondering, but modesty seemed ridiculous. The storm goaded her, she needed pleasure, not romance.

She reconsidered, and pulled out a pair of hot pants, her old beach shorts, pulling them on. The few pounds she had put on since her arrival in the area meant they fit rather snugly over her ass, which was perfect.

Next she chose a tank top, a light pink one with a cut cleavage, again an old piece of clothing from a warmer home, so slightly on the small side. She looked herself in the mirror and nodded, it was beneath her usual decorum, but would stir up the males, which was what she needed.

She spent a short time applying the smallest amount of makeup, it would be foolish to make the effort as if she were going out, but a small degree of embellishing would hopefully make the boys a little more eager to get to work.

Her heat was still building, she felt a little worried that this was happening so regularly, but it didn't matter, she would taste the power of the storm again, and she was eager to unlock its secrets. The more she became aroused, the less clear things became, her thoughts fogging, but she knew that in the sex lay the eye of the storm.

Tom sat on the couch when she descended, lying back with the paper, wrapped in a towel. He tilted his head back to wave, then gave a small start.

"Oh hello. You look amazing girl!" He grinned, and she walked over to him, standing over him and chuckling as she looked down.

"No John about?" Tom shook his head, and pointed to the rainswept windows.

"He said he'd be a while, we drained the water off of the oil tank, but apparently he needs to do something to fix the pumps now." He looked at the clock. "He thought he'd be back by one?" The clock showed twenty past eleven.

"Well, if he's not around, why don't you and me have some fun then?" Scarlet leant forwards, and rested her hands on Tom's stomach. Her crotch was above his head; she swayed her tail and saw a lump appear beneath his tail. The wolf made an appreciative growl.

"Just the two of us? Why not then." He reached up and popped the button on her tiny shorts, beginning to stroke her belly. Scarlet pulled away the towel, to reveal the wolf's rapidly hardening member poking red from his sheath.

Scarlet stood away, beckoning Tom, who got up, padding softly to her, his cock growing to its full, thick size. The mare gave a sultry smile and pulled down the shorts, her sex was already wet, the heat was building irrevocably in her mind and her intelligence had blunted.

"Come on then wolfy. Take me." Tom stepped forwards rapidly and embraced her, kissing her full on the snout. They locked tongues, giving mutual purrs, and Scarlet immediately began to seek her full vision, trying to escape the confusion of her arousal.

His cock drooled pre onto her stomach, and she reached down to it. She knelt, breaking away from his lips, and began to fondle him. Each stroke made him growl, and his balls clench. She kissed his tip, her fingers unable to reach all the way around the shaft.

Tom stood, and crossed his arms, smiling down at her as she worked him. Her fingers played over his swelling knot, each throbbing vein and his sensitive head, as she let out a happy murr.

She sped it up, gently squeezing his balls and letting her hand move at a proper pace, pawing him off speedily with her mouth spread wide at the tip of the red length. She heard him grunt, and tasted wolf cum, spurting into her mouth.

She giggled as he groaned, and swallowed. His load had neatly formed a mouthful, none spilling and, as it travelled down her throat, she smelled that powerful musk and her eyes widened, her vision clear.

‘Yes...' The storm embraced her fully, she snapped into her true perception, and stood up. Tom was taken aback, it seemed as if the mare had grown taller, larger and darker. He saw her eyes flash, heard that thunder and whined in confused fear.

"Hush, Tom. No worries now." She pushed into that mind, open as a book to her, and tore away his panic and reserve. He visibly calmed, and she walked away from him, bending over a table.

"Now, fuck me." He walked to her, not disobeying for a second. He was excited now, that incredible ecstasy of the day before had returned. He pressed his cock against her sex, and took no time in pushing into her.

She moaned happily, and began to mentally masturbate the wolf, pushing him in seconds to an edge. She held him there, and he threw immediately into a rapid pace, holding her ass and thrusting as he bred her as powerfully as he was able. He growled.

He continued to pump in and out of her, sweating and panting, a wide grin on his face. His balls were twitching massively, he was so close, but couldn't quite tip it over...

Scarlet let herself touch the storm and a snap of power burst over the wolf's cock. His yelp of pain turned to a howl of pleasure, and he began to cum. She pushed him further into her, and he knotted her, as she began to bolster his load.

He pumped nigh a gallon of seed into her womb. Jet after jet of thick wolfcum burst from his cock, he writhed in bliss and gasped out, calling her name as the unnatural orgasm rolled over him. His vision darkened and he passed out inside her.

Scarlet grinned, giggling. The wolf lay atop her, close to two hundred kilos of flesh, but she held him without effort. Her womb was full, and she purred. Her orgasm had only increased her clarity, and she wondered how best to revive the wolf.

She spent a few minutes probing him. She pushed his balls back into overdrive, refilling his sac carefully. She could see his energy had been utterly sapped, and clicked her tongue, she could not wake him.

‘Help me, if you wish for release again. Fuel him.' The storm answered with a rumble, and she felt a new flow of force inside her, like bright summer sunlight, so pure and strong. She suckled the wolf, and he woke with a moan. The light snuffed out, the storm kept its own to itself.

"Fuck Scarlet... Fuck... that was intense. Oh wow..." He panted, kissing her again and again, stroking her breasts carefully and giving happy growls.

She let out a croon of approval, and she planted a decision in his head. He pulled out, his seed flowing to the floor as his knot came free with a pop.

"You were great Tom. You cum like a geyser!" She turned around, standing up and licked his cheek. "Now, we're not done. Do you want my ass?" The wolf grinned and nodded. "OK big boy, on the couch." She ensured his agreement easily; he was as pliable as putty.

The wolf sat, and spread his legs. Scarlet climbed on top, guiding with a careful hand his aching cock to her puckered ring. She kissed his cock tip with her ass, clenching, then sat down with a moan.

Tom panted immediately, his eyes rolling as she let him insert, sitting down on top of his knot. He pawed her breasts carefully, and with another paw fingered her sex, smiling at her.

She started the motions, his rolling hips met her gentle pushes, the soaked cock slipping in and out of her ass. The pain in her rump was negated, she pushed the storm to it and it soothed the entry.

Cum dribbled over the wolf's crotch and balls, falling from her sex as he fingered it. She bit her lip and smelt the perfect sex on the air. Her eyes fluttered and her tail flicked, swishing left and right.

She took things slower, letting him build of his own accord rather than goading him. His balls, slightly tender from overwork, took their time to reach his climax, slowly rising and falling in waves.

Meanwhile, Scarlet rolled her head and brayed, an orgasm swept through her, exploding up from her belly, her honey mixing with his sweet seed and rolling onto Tom's fur. She rode cowgirl, grinning, and her orgasm locked into multiple throes, causing her to clamp over Tom.

He whined and gritted his teeth, then came, it was a dry load despite Scarlet's efforts, his cum had been expended filling her pussy. She let his knot pop into her, tying them, and reached down to taste the mess on his belly.

He purred and did the same, licking his fingers. She saw his motion was mostly autonomous and rewarded the wolf, filling him with satisfaction and tranquillity, drawing from her own energy reserves, before leaving his head.

He smiled at her, eyes seeming to sharpen. Tom was somewhat confused, the sex had been a blur, but he felt a deep love for the mare atop him, blossoming from nowhere to fill his chest, swelling him. He bent forward and kissed her breasts, at peace.

Scarlet saw the adoration blossom and observed it, peaceably. It would be a most interesting feeling to use, and she tasted its flavour, needy and deep. A pang of pity for the wolf spiked her, she did not return his love in the slightest, but she joined hands with the winds and stamped it out.

They remained tied for a half hour or so, till the knot had shrunk enough for them to part. They showered together, kissing and embracing in the falling water, till they were clean. They talked as they washed.

"Tom, I don't want you to be jealous about John OK? Same sort of thing, don't breed jealousy with him. You two will get along well, I'm sure." She smiled, pecking the canine on the cheek. He cocked his wet head.

"No worries there Scarlet. You've known him way longer than me. I'm not trying to intrude on anything." He smiled, the last tinges of her omniscience felt the truth in his words. Then she turned off the tap of the shower, and the knowledge was gone.

Her thoughts were clear, the wind was with her, no heat was felt, but she accepted that she could not yet stand that true clarity all the time. Things would change, in time. She peered at the clock. Twelve forty. She kissed Tom once more, then dried, and walked downstairs nude, pulling on the same shorts and top.

She looked at the seed all over the carpet and sofa and sniffed. The room reeked of maleness. Could probably use a clean eventually, but it could wait. The fireside sofa was drenched, as was the fireplace itself, with dried cum from their first joining. More was on the floor below the table, though she had wiped the wooden table itself dry.

She made tea, smiling to herself. Tom came down, smiling, dressed now; he turned on the TV and began to channel hop. The door swung back, and a soaked John came in from the rain. Scarlet realised she might had slackened off the weather for him. He would be fine, anyway.

"It's foul out there, it really is." He pulled off his wet overalls, stripping down to boxers, and walked sodden towards the stairs. He looked evenly at Scarlet, a friendly smile on his lips. "I'll go and wash, I'll be back." He ascended the steps, dripping.

Scarlet gave him a warm grin as he entered and waved him off as he mounted the stairs. Tom called after him.

"Did you fix the problem?" John turned his head back and nodded, still walking.

"Yep, just the pump had gotten wet and tripped itself. It's going now." He disappeared onto the landing above, heading for the bathroom. Soon afterward the kettle boiled, and Scarlet poured the drinks with economical motions.

Scarlet passed a cup to Tom, kissed him lightly on the cheek and then strode up the stairs. The drips from the bull had mostly dried, and she heard his shower running as she reached the landing. She seated herself on a wooden chair and waited. John was never long.

True to her prediction, he emerged a few minutes later, dressed in jeans and a red t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow at her and she passed him a cup, beckoning him to his bedroom. He followed, and she sat on the bed.

"Are you getting on OK with Tom, John?" The bull folded himself into a low armchair. He smiled and snorted gently.

"Of course, he's a good guy. He's pitched in to help, and anyway, we had a lot of fun last night. Why do you ask?" Scarlet tried to probe John's thoughts deeper, pushing for that view of his mind. She could not grasp it fully, but his thoughts were there, just; a hint in the air.

"I just don't want things awkward. I haven't had a chance to chat to you alone." The bull shook his head a little, Scarlet's clumsy fingering at his head made him feel a little dizzy, but he dismissed the feeling.

"No, it's fun to have someone else joining in." He was silent for a moment, twisting his lips. "I did feel a bit... weird night before last though. When we were by the fire, I can't really remember it clearly, things are all fuzzy. I could have been ill, but do you know what I mean?" He shifted uneasily, but the thought had been pressing on his mind heavily.

Scarlet hid her alarm easily, putting on a concerned facade. She cocked her head and flicked her ears forward.

"No, I don't sorry... maybe you had a fever, I'm not sure." Her panic goaded her to rapid action and she tried to break down his concerns, lashing out mentally. John blinked rapidly, and started to speak, then stopped. He half stood up, then sat back down. Finally he found his voice.

"I think... yeah... um. I'm going to make some food OK Scarlet?" He rose, tossing his head, and walked quickly from the room, the mare's eyes hot on his back. He massaged his temples as he descended; something odd was going on, was it him, or what? Around Scarlet, he was feeling forgetful, uncertain. He clung to his placid nature, and concentrated on making a meal.

They ate together, Scarlet following the bull down after a short time. He had excelled himself, cooking a ratatouille and pork combination that brought many a word of praise from the others, eager and genuine from Tom, eager and measured from Scarlet.

He had used the cooking to calm himself down, he was sure he was simply overreacting to some mild nausea or headache. They talked contentedly, sitting close and often exchanging warm gazes or small kisses as one at the table would rise to fetch some condiment, or drink.

Scarlet watched John carefully throughout, her mask of happiness unwavering, but the bull seemed to have lost his uncertainties. She would placate him with her body, and banish any doubts of his loyalty.

She dropped flirts at various times, and when the talk turned tentatively to their sex of the previous days, she began to steer the conversation.

"Well I'm sure we've got plenty left to try. You haven't even touched my toys yet." She winked at Tom, who grinned.

"Toys? I never thought you had dildos Scarlet." John spoke, chuckling and matching the grin of the wolf. The mare poked her tongue out, and shrugged gently.

"Well, you never looked under my bed, did you? We should try them out tonight. Hey, maybe one of you boys will try one out?" John snorted, and Tom cocked an eyebrow, both males sitting back. "No need to start, we're alone aren't we?"

The wolf stayed quizzical, the idea of stimulating himself with a dildo was decidedly foreign to him. John simply smiled gently, he had experimented as a younger male with anal play, and for him the concept was more open.

"See, John knows what I mean." Scarlet winked at Tom, the wolf looking in open questioning at John. The bull let out a soft laugh.

"It doesn't make you gay, Tom. I've been there, yeah. Hey, with a mare like this, can you complain?" Tom frowned a little, but sat back, with a non-committal flap of his hands.

"Alright, Scarlet, if you show me the ropes, I'll try one out. That's a promise." He smiled, and the three laughed together, returning to their meal. Scarlet smiled to herself, she had prodded Tom gently, trying to shape his decision, and it had worked, she was sure of that. Her control was growing, and it thrilled her.

The meal drew to a close, and she led the two males to her bedroom. They embraced as a trio, kissing tenderly and pulling away their clothes, all of them purring in mutual pleasure. Scarlet revealed her drawer, and with John, she selected three toys.

Her thoughts again had begun to cloud and she needed her sharpness once more, it was like being trapped underwater, needing to break for air. The storm roared around the house, trees swaying.

She sat on the bed, pushing a red forked dildo in and out of her pussy and ass, moaning and whinnying happily. John used the black handled equine, and grunted as he tried to adjust to it, pouring lube from a bottle onto its head.

Tom was more hesitant, he held a small silver piece, not shaped as a creature, and toyed with it in his hands. Scarlet took it in her hand, leaving her own dildo inserted for a moment, and pushed it inside the wolf's rear, slowly.

Scarlet heard him gasp, felt the wind rise in anticipation and, with a careful thrust, she pushed the dildo deeper into Tom, and herself into the eyes of the storm.

She rapidly began to pore over the emotions of the two males. She saw Tom's discomfort coupled with his arousal, and increased his pleasure gently, soothing the sting in his rear. Satisfied, she flicked to John.

The bull was full of his enjoyment; she picked up an idea that he had not been able to pleasure himself in that way for quite some time. But there was his uncertainty, his distrust of her. He seemed to be suppressing it himself and, bunching herself up, eager to have his loyalty, she struck at it.

John felt confused for a moment and he stopped pushing the dildo into himself. Then he caught that sawtoothed whine in his skull once more and began to panic, throwing eyes onto Scarlet. And in an instant it was gone again, he calmed, his knuckles unclenching, and his mind was focused onto the ecstasy at hand.

Scarlet grinned triumphantly; the problem had been easily overcome. She returned to pleasuring herself, encouraging the other males to do the same. Tom took a new toy, a black vibrating shaft shaped like a wolf, and pressed it into himself at her encouragement.

For some time they remained there and mutually toyed themselves. The scent of musk was strong, and all three were massively aroused, Scarlet's sex wet with dew, and the two males lengths hard as rock.

As Scarlet felt her own orgasm rise, she fucked herself faster, and with a loud bray she came, her scent intensifying massively. The males she brought with her, and almost simultaneously they burst seed over their own chests and the covers of her bed.

The cum dripped down, she did not try to intensify their loads; she did not trust herself to avoid running out of steam. They embraced and cuddled, cleaning the cum with licks and purrs, till in time they slept, Scarlet slipping into blissful unconsciousness holding on to Tom beside her, John at her back.

The storm beat down gently now, the clouds were thinned, satisfied, the rain had stopped and all was calm and quiet. Sometime later, in the darkness, John awoke groggily, and stumbled as quietly as he could from the room.

He reached his bathroom, and washed himself, downing a handful of painkillers and sitting down, massaging his skull. His head hurt terribly, what had happened in her bedroom? He remembered their playing and the pleasure, but something unpleasant lingered over him.

He groaned, putting it down to some illness, and fell into his own bed, pulling the covers over himself. He dreamed fitfully, of hiding from lightning and drowning in storms.