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Finding Release with Werewolves

Part four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

A couple of weeks passed and Mickael had the wolves badger him relentlessly, in a pleasant way, to watch a film in the common room. That in itself was normal enough, though he found himself squeezed between several werewolves, Rue’s head lying on his lap and someone else’s head on his shoulder. It was so warm and comfortable, everyone there, though he had not had the chance to put some clothes on before they had accosted him. For all their muscled bulk and alluring brawn, they were good at giving shiny, plaintive, begging eyes too.

That was something that he would have to watch out for, though Mickael had to admit too, petting Rue’s head, that it was endearing too.

He didn’t see much of the film at the start: something about a detective solving a crime, but in more of a comedy light than a thriller type of genre. It was full of violence, which got the werewolves to bark and howl with laughter at several points in the film.

However, that was not really what watching that film on that lazy, relaxed evening was all about. It happened slowly, even though no one had been engaged in sex at the start of the film; first two of the female wolves getting together, a muzzle shoved between willing, welcoming thighs so that the former could slurp deep.

The werewolf whined, clutching at her muzzle, trying to be quiet, though Mickael still caught her need, his eyes widening a little bit. The lights had been dimmed in the rec room, the light from the TV glancing off the eyes of the werewolves, though he was under no illusion at all about what was going on in there.

Ah, well, he thought, trying to ignore the slippery slurp and lap of a long, wet tongue, the grunts that accompanied the lewd sound. At least I can still watch the film.

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Not that he was that invested in it, of course. It was just a film and he could have watched it anytime, though the mood that night was different amongst the werewolves. It was if the air itself had been charged with an electric current, pulsating faintly, some more of the wolves’ ears pricking up softly. A tail swept against Mickael’s leg and he grunted softly in the back of his throat, though no one paid any attention to him.

However, the tide had already turned as a werewolf woman on the floor rolled onto her back, allowing a male to slide between her legs. His cock pressed up to her pussy, already hard and throbbing, and she whimpered faintly as he pressed inside her, stretching her out.

Mickael’s attention wavered. It was hard to focus on the film and the less than sleepy warmth enveloping him. Rue blinked slowly, casting him a warm, seductive look, dragging her tongue up along the outside of her muzzle as she whimpered softly, throatily, taunting him lightly with her need.

“Mmm…”

She hummed faintly as she slid around to face him, on her knees, though that was nothing unusual. He glanced down at her, his heart pounding, yet there was no point in Mickael asking what she was doing, no, not at all. He already knew and the tease of her fingers inching up his inner thigh, parting his legs ever so slightly so that she could worm her way between them, told the tale well enough for him.

Mickael’s shaft twitched faintly, throbbing with need, the head filling out, smooth and rounded. He never even got the chance for his cock to slicken, even lightly, with pre-cum, before Rue’s lips slid over his hardening cock, darkness cast over them all briefly as the film entered a quieter, shadier scene.

Yet there were few indeed who were even looking at the TV screen anymore, tails rising, some female wolves sharing intimacy with each other too. Even though the ratio of males to females was evenly matched, it didn’t seem to matter and some males even took their lusts out with one another. They could enjoy themselves, however, and Mickael would enjoy where his eyes were going, locked onto the female wolves and lingering on their smart muzzles, the rise and fall of their breasts.

Hey, even though he was open-minded, he was still definitely straight…

Rue gulped around his cock, fluttering her tongue against the underside, and Mickael did his best not to make a sound. It wouldn’t have been all that much of an issue if he had been louder, of course, but those human inhibitions still lingered, despite the rather sharp, sudden loss of his virginity to Rue.

“Mmm…”

He groaned very softly as Rue suckled on his shaft, keeping her muzzle still and closing her lips tightly around him. His girth rubbed smoothly against her lips as she rocked her head slightly, giving him just a touch more stimulation without leaning into the motion anymore. It was quite a skilled touch to be able to change everything up with a single shift of her head, her muzzle rotating slightly around his cock. Yet Rue was only doing things to please both of them, to lean into the luxury of film night and all the werewolves coming together all at once.

His eyes roamed the room, watching more and more of the werewolves dip away from the film, as if it had never been their focus on getting together at all. Maybe that was so, maybe there was something that he didn’t realise was common amongst them, for he had not seen them or indulged in their ways for all that long.

There was a lot to learn, yet it was easy to lean back as another werewolf, he didn’t know who in the darkness, kissed him deeply. It was still an odd sensation to kiss a muzzle, lips working against his and moulding over his, the shape of their faces not designed to come together fluidly and seamlessly. That was okay though, for wolves and humans had found ways to come together, to enjoy one another, their lips parting so their tongues could dip and twist against one another.

“Mmm…”

He lost sense of what was happening around him, kissing the werewolf deeply, her tongue twining around his. There was nothing like kissing a wolf, Mickael’s lips trying to break into a smile even then, even while he was kissing her.

The pull of her lips.

His tongue brushing up tenderly against hers.

The insistent press of her hand on his shoulder, arms sliding around his neck.

How sweet she smelled, having only recently showered.

Yet even in the scent of the werewolves, there was something musky and raw, something almost “doggy” too. It was how they were and Mickael would not have changed that for the world as he groaned into the kiss, trying to rock his hips and thrust into Rue’s muzzle, slowly and surely deepening the blowjob. It was impossible to focus on anything else, becoming a creature of pleasure, his cock slippery and wet within Rue’s divine maw.

There was no one else, he was sure, who could give a blowjob quite like she could. It was different when her tongue was pulling and dragging up against his cock, lapping at his hot length within her maw. The flick of her tongue swept around the head as she drew back a little more: all the better to please his hot length of shaft, so firm, the perfect size to please and savour.

His need rose, but Rue pulled back just in time to keep him on the edge, not quite letting him cum yet. The other werewolf broke from his lips as Mickael blinked, dazed in the low light.

The room around him heated, sweltering with lust. More of the werewolves again were engaged in sex by that point, whether they were swallowing cocks, eating pussy or taking cocks into needy holes. There was nothing, seemingly, off-limits to them, sharing partners and swapping between them as if it was nothing at all.

For them, it was all about pleasure. Was that so wrong?

Of course, not.

He shook his head, trying to clear it, though it was all fine as Rue climbed into his lap, straddling him as the head of his cock teased up against her folds.

“It’s better when you’re inside me,” she murmured huskily, grinding her pussy down over the head of his cock, teasing over the tip and only the tip. “A real wolf fucker…”

Something surged within Mickael and, without actively thinking about it, he grabbed her hips, drawing her down onto his cock as she seated her fully on his length. Mickael grunted in the back of his throat as her pussy clenched and rippled erratically around him, the werewolf squeezing down just to try to give him a little more pleasure. It was as if there was an unspoken connection between them, where they were always seeking to make things even better for the other, even as the orgy rolled on around them.

There was no one there that was not enjoying themselves, whether they were enjoying one another or simply enjoying the show. One werewolf sat back with his cock in his hand, working his paw up and down to tease the fat length, the head tapered softly. Yet wolf cock was not where Mickael’s focus needed to be, licking his lips wantonly as he scanned the room.

He knew so many of them, from Sera and Sue who were sixty-nining each other to Harriet. The latter was on her back with her legs in the air, getting her pussy ploughed roughly by one of the biggest, “studliest” werewolves there. He was watching her, however, just how her jaw hung slack, her tongue lolling out, fluttering and flicking back and forth. Mickael didn’t have to be up close and personal with her to realise that she was panting heavily, trying to rake in every breath of air possible into her lungs, just to keep her body working as it needed to be.

“Unff… Yes… Mmmm…”

The werewolf moaned as she was fucked, breasts bouncing as she was fucked doggystyle, taking every stroke of his cock deep. She tried to grind back onto him, but that only made the wolf’s hips bounce off her raised, luscious arse even harder, though there was not all that much flesh there to move, just the muscle keeping the round glutes right where they belonged. He could have spent all day watching Harriet’s backside, the round rise of her butt perfect, right up to the sweeping swish of her thickly furred tail.

Sometimes, Mickael even wondered what it would be like if he had a tail.

But that was not something that was possible and, truly, he didn’t want it. He had never wanted to be in a body other than his own.

Unless thrusting into the werewolf ladies and filling them, over and over again, counted. That was something that he longed for very much.

Rue bounced in his lap, her greater size dwarfing him, putting her breasts full on in his face. The swing of them rose along with the thrust of her body, the werewolf well and truly in control as she squeezed around him with her thick thighs, muscle gripping him so tightly that he doubted that he could squirm away even if he had wanted to. Yet Mickael was right where he wanted to be, his cock aching for release in the hot tightness of her snatch, her arousal dripping around his cock.

“Unff… Yes…”

He lost control, thrusting up, spearing into her, gripping her hips as he bounced her down onto his aching shaft with every stroke. He needed more, ached so very desperately for more, and Rue howled, climaxing on his cock a moment before he did, spending his cream into her hot, clenching pussy. Her muscles rippled around him, a few consecutive pulls of her pussy dragging from the base to the tip, which was not always expected. Things were not as Mickael had read about before, climaxes coming perfectly, sensation like something out of an erotica novel, yet he had not delved too deeply into things like that before his first real sexual experiences.

It was better like that, to sink into the moment, to long for it, to feel everything exactly as it was meant to be. He couldn’t pick out every single detail of sensation, of course, nor untangle every scent in the air, but the real thing would always be better than anything he could ever have seen on a screen or in text.

Because he could languish there, kissing her breasts, panting, their sexual fluids mixing inside her pussy and trickling back down the length of his cock, bubbling out from the join of their bodies. He shuddered, pulling her down into his lap, not caring one bit about the mess. It could be cleaned up in the showers, later, though he was sure that there would be more fun even then with the hot water streaming over them, soaking the werewolves’ fur flat to their muscular, defined bodies.

“Mmmm…”

He kissed her breasts, tenderly brushing one nipple and then the other with the tip of his tongue. Soft grunts and moans played over his ears, yet all he had attention for was the catch and hitch of Rue’s breath, how her thick thighs squeezed more ardently around his own, his cock barely softening inside her.

Yet there was more pleasure to be enjoyed there as, finally, Rue slipped off his lap and off his half-hard cock to seek out another wolf. There were no other wolf fuckers, just werewolves, and he took a moment to enjoy the sights and sounds around him, smiling a little at the fact that everything was so…sexually open. He could barely even believe that he had been so closed off to the joys of the body before: masturbation didn’t really cut it, it had to be said. With the werewolves, he couldn’t ever imagine going back to the way things were before.

And that was okay too, as he watched a couple of brown-furred wolves fuck on their sides, the male lifting the leg of the female so that he could get a better angle to spear into her sex. Arousal and cum mixed in all places, matted into the fur of some wolves, though that only added to the tantalising cocktail of musky scents winding through the air. Even though Mickael was not a wolf, it was intoxicating to take a deep breath and languish in it, letting their lust feed his own.

He would miss the smell of werewolves if he ever had to be without them.

Three wolves fucked together, one wolf woman on her back while another sat on her muzzle so the former could eat her out. A male wolf speared into the pussy of the first, fucking her missionary style, driving in hard and fast, every hump and grind opening her up more and more, the knot growing as he locked into her.

A werewolf bent over the back of one of the side sofas, howling as her pussy was ruthlessly fucked. Her jaw hung slack with need, eyes closed.

A couple of female wolves looked to have a sex toy in use too: a double-ended dildo. Not needing a male in the slightest, they bucked and ground back on the straight, double-ended toy, taking their pleasure as it vibrated lightly within their pussies.

Two males held a female wolf up between them, her legs wrapped around the one fucking her pussy, the other pressed up to her back to take her anal passage with his long, thick length. She squirmed between them, revelling in the double fucking.

Another werewolf, however, had her fill of four males at once. Mickael would not have believed that it was possible if he had not been there seeing it with his own eyes, on her back on top of another werewolf while he filled her tail hole. Another knelt over her head, grinding into her muzzle to fuck her mouth deeply, while the other two crammed both of their cocks into her pussy at once, stretching her out massively. They were, to be fair, smaller than the female wolf, though no less muscular, so their cocks fit where they may not have if they had been larger, though Mickael had seen just how determined the wolves could be when they set their minds to something.

Even though he very much did not want the same thing to happen to him, he wanted to take that sense of determination forward, applying it to all areas of his life.

He could do anything that he set his mind to. Just like them. Even if their challenges and attitudes to life were undoubtedly, forevermore, different.

Swiftly, however, he was drawn into passion with another wolf, kneeling behind her as he ploughed into her pussy, having recovered a little. He wanted to cum again, sweat beading on his skin, dripping down between his shoulder blades, running down his back, though the crisp, fresh scent of sweat only enhanced the moment. He shuddered at the sensation, licking his lips, gripping her hips to pull her back onto his cock with every thrust.

More… Yes… Her name was Sandy with light-coloured, yellow-brown fur, and he took her roughly. He knew her well and just how she liked to be fucked, cramming every inch of his cock deep into her with every stroke, harder and faster, his hips bouncing off her round, muscled arse with every thrust. She grunted and groaned, letting her head hang down and her tongue loll out. He knew he was doing well as she wasn’t crying out with any discernible words in the slightest, which meant that she didn’t have the breath to spare.

He loved when he was able to bring his partner to that edge of need. It was like nothing else, a hot swell of pride pulling through him, need flowing and rising, pulling deep within the pit of his stomach. He didn’t have to do anything more than what he had learned, being amongst the werewolves to take on their ways and customs, slamming in roughly, sometimes not even pulling out all the way before driving ruthlessly back in.

“Mmph… Unff… Unnngghhhh…”

Fuck, he loved their moans. He wanted more, so much more, his blood singing for the release of a second orgasm. He didn’t think that he could carry on, not then, if he didn’t get what he longed for, licking his lips, panting over them as his breath tickled the cooling saliva that lingered there.

It was funny just how much he could zone into the moment, forgetting even what was around him when he was as wrapped up in everything as he was. The firm muscle of her glutes ground back against him as she bucked her hips, though Mickael could not ram into her any harder than he already was. She wanted more, ached for it too, and he leaned hungrily over her, his fingers biting into her hips with a sharp dig of pressure that could have been denoted savage, if it had not been wanted. Yet Sandy snarled and snapped with raw passion, whimpering for all that she craved, her tail flicked up high, even though it wagged back and forth constantly, brushing against his chest as he fucked her.

That was really the word for it, wasn’t it? Nothing that he had done, so far, with the werewolves could ever have been considered “making love” or anything softer and sweeter like that, even though there had been some times too that the moment had been more intimate. Intimacy did not equal love and that was something that Mickael really saw clearly between the werewolves. He squeezed his fingers around the front side of Sandy’s hips, nails digging in, the wolf’s back rounding, shoulder blades standing out a little more through her fur.

“Mmmm…”

Mickael looked up briefly, taking in his surroundings, though it was not all that bad, her pussy so hot and wet around him that a shudder of lust ached through his abdomen. He was not that close to orgasm, not yet, but the building pleasure was coming, one way or the other, his knees bearing down into the carpet of their main living area.

“Mmm, yes… Please…”

That was all Sandy managed to force by her lips, lapping at her own muzzle as he spared a moment to reach around to the front of her crotch. He found the nub of her clit easily, after all his experience with the werewolves, and teased it with the fleshy pad of his thumb, circling it lightly. Yet, of course, that moderate pressure was nowhere near enough for her and the werewolf trembled under him, torn between grinding back onto him or thrusting forward and down into the hold of his hand.

It was a delicious conundrum to be in.

Mickael didn’t make it difficult for her, however, working his cock deep as he lost himself in her succulent heat, the tight muscles of her pussy closing down around him, clenching and squeezing. There was no rhythm at all to how viciously she gripped his cock, though it was not long before she lost control, arousal slickening down the length of his cock as she raggedly howled through orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhhh!”

A moan wrapped up in the cry as she shook herself, languishing there. There was simply nothing else for it as her pussy tightened around the shaft pounding her pussy, filling her over and over again, stroke after stroke. Even though she was comfortable there, she trembled and rolled her hips back, grinding onto his dick for more, always more. She wagged her tail, though some of the longer, fluffier hairs were damp with sweat and other bodily fluids. He could have spent as long as Sandy wished combing his fingers through the fur, working shampoo and more into her fluffy coat.

“Unff… Yes… Mmm, Sandy…”

He moaned, thrusting harder, his glutes aching from the force that he had been putting into his thrusts. Although moans and grunts wound around him, filling the air, yet his balls swung and bounced off her pussy, the softer fluff of her mouth, with every stroke.

If he could have gone deeper, he would have. Desire clawed at him, sinking into the pit of his stomach, heaving and huffing, though even getting as much air into his lungs as he needed seemed increasingly difficult. The need – oh, the need. How it drew through him, passion filling him up to the brim as if he was being filled from his toes, all the way up his legs to his hips, stomach and higher up his chest. It was all to be contained, however, until the penultimate moment, squeezing her clit lightly between two fingers for a sharper pinch of sensation that Mickael had to be careful in delivering.

Yet all was okay, very much okay, panting and heaving, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. He lost himself, letting out a feral howl that sounded more wolf-like than ever, as he slammed in, climax erupting through him, a volcano of lust that had to go somewhere. His seed flowed into her as his hips smacked off her backside with every jagged stroke, though she was quick enough to drop her torso to the carpet for a better angle as he rubbed her clit to a fervent flare of bliss.

Everything that he had ever wanted came over him in that moment, a moment to be savoured and desired, despite everything. He groaned, leaning over her, letting every throb and pulse ache through him, liquid lust curling through his bloodstream.

He cuddled with Sandy afterwards, for just a little while, though the werewolf recovered more quickly than he did. Mickael preferred to only be with one partner at a time, but, when he was ready again maybe half an hour later, he was caught by a light grey werewolf and a rich, glossy black one. Bree and Trish tended to keep themselves to themselves, though the werewolf women were two of the biggest and most muscular, the ones who were always called on for heavy lifting and more laborious tasks that required a fair amount of additional strengths.

“Mmmmm…” Bree growled, standing before him as Trish lay on her front, arms tucked to the sides of her body to rest on her elbows. “How lucky are we to get the wolf fucker all to ourselves?”

Mickael grinned as Bree stepped in close to present her pussy to his mouth. With him kneeling and leaning over Trish, ready to penetrate her deeply, Bree had to squat a little, bringing her grey thighs up close to his face, the scent of her fur filling his senses.

“Mmm… You’re very lucky,” he breathed, head swimming with passion that he had not been expecting. “But I’d spend time with you any day, anytime… Nnngghhhh…”

Mickael groaned, pressing into the werewolf’s pussy. The wet heat pulled around him even more tightly when she was in that position, though it meant that he could not drive as deeply into her pussy. The muscled round of her backside rose powerfully back against him, giving him a soft landing to bounce off, thrusting harder and harder, ignorant to the ache in his lower back.

He licked his lips, kissing Bree’s pussy. In such a position, he had to crane his neck up and back a little, but he would have gone through any length of discomfort to get all that he craved. His lips closed around her clit as the werewolf woman howled and threw her head back, her throat trembling with the raw force of her lust. That was why they spent it so often, fucking and mating in every free moment that they felt the urge, showing Mickael what he had been missing for so long already.

Even though he had not consumed any alcohol at all or anything at all to inhibit his senses or reactions, the world around him took on an otherworldly, surreal air. As if the moans themselves were music, swelling and throbbing, the beat of it coming and going with the natural rise and fall of a tune that he couldn’t quite place. It was all that he yearned for, eyes closed, inhaling deeply as the tart sweetness of Bree’s pussy toyed around his nose and on his lips.

“Mmmm…”

He slipped his tongue out and lower, against the folds of her pussy, though he could not easily reach her entrance, though that was okay too. He could focus his attention on the pleasure centre of her clit, the fat, throbbing nub heated with so many nerve endings that it was a wonder that the werewolf could take it at all. Yet they all surprised him, time after time again, panting heavily, his hot breath washing over and tickling the damp folds of her sex.

Still, Mickael had to keep thrusting and thrusting, letting the moment pull him along. Minor aches in his body tried to make themselves known, even a burn on his knees from scraping across the carpet snapping at his attention, rearing up from the back of his mind. He thrust into her, leaning forward, the plush round of her buttocks drawing him down, repeatedly. Yet he wanted more, to get that last inch and a half of his cock into her pussy, though it simply wasn’t possible in such a position.

But he could do something else. Even though he could not pull away from Bree’s pussy, he was able to withdraw a little more, sliding his dick from the sweet heat of Trish’s cunny. The werewolf’s pussy rippled and sucked at him as he pulled out, as if she was doing everything in her power to keep him inside, though she was not in a position where she could make a demand like that. Being on her belly put her in a more vulnerable position as he traced the head of his cock up to her tail hole, using the base of her tail and the soft give of her pucker as a guide to push in.

“Unnnnggghhh…”

They groaned together, Trish tightening around him as he lapped at Bree’s pussy, letting his enjoyment of everything draw him on. It was just a guide, a small thing to show him where to go, how to move forward when he was not sure where to go next. Bree moaned and rocked against him, leaning back and balancing on one hand as if she was putting herself in a crab-like position, though the wolf was more than strong enough to hold herself up like that. It put her pussy in a better position to grind up to his mouth as he powered over Trish, thrusting in earnest now that he could use the full length of his cock.

“Mmmph… Ohhh… Mmmph…”

There, he lost himself. In losing, he found himself once more, the brush of fur against his lower abdomen and stomach intoxicating, making Mickael lust for more, so much more. He could only get off so many times in one night and he still needed a little more time between rounds to recover, though Mickael didn’t know how much time he would get to stay with the werewolves when the other Psions turned up.

So, he had to make the most of every moment, of every thrust, grinding deep into her arse and making Trish howl. He ate out Bree as if it was the last time that he would ever have his head between her thighs, her tart juices squirting as she howled out her orgasm. It was almost inconsequential, that single orgasm, in light of all the passion to come, the ebb and the flow of desire coursing and winding through the werewolf pack. And now Mickael was a part of it too.

He always would be.

Bree moved away, leaving him with the glorious Trish, leaning over her and bracing on the flats of his hands. His shoulders burned, but Mickael didn’t have it in himself to care, powering into her with long, deep strokes as the werewolf clenched around him, squeezing down with near vicious intent. He thrust and thrust and moaned as he finally reached his high, even as time itself seemed to slow down.

Maybe it was the adrenaline from fucking so much and so hard, exhaling hotly as if that would release excess warmth from his body. His skin burned like it could not for the werewolves, even though they ran hotter than he did, even Trish burning up around his cock, begging him to fuck her hard, to take her even more deeply than he already had and was.

“Unff…”

He panted breathlessly, breath tickling and licking over his lips, the hint of saliva there swiftly drying. He stayed there, arms burning, rammed up deep under her tail, stretching her out, though he swore that Trish was clenching around him just to tease him a little bit more. She wagged her tail and he withdrew, slowly, as his cock softened, needing some time to himself, to take a break.

Trish, of course, merely kissed him warmly and passionately, slipping her doggy tongue into his mouth just to deepen the kiss. She didn’t need him to be her only partner of the night, of course not, though they were all just getting warmed up still, more desire locking in, her hips rocking as she sought out another to bring her to a howling, barking, euphoric orgasm.

He got a drink, resting a bit, enjoying the scene. But it was not long, truly, before he headed back into the fray to fuck another werewolf’s tits, sliding his cock back and forth between the soft mounds of flesh, her fur tickling the length of his cock. He needed it, ached for it, even though he had already got off. Mickael groaned. Why did the werewolves get him so hard and needy?

He should have, honestly, already known the answer to that question, though there was no harm in it, no, not really. Not as he moaned and rocked his hips on, thrusting, grinding, spilling his cream over the werewolf’s tits, not knowing who she was. It was such a mix of hot, furry bodies in the rec room that he could only lose himself there, grunting, groaning, not caring even who he was fucking at any given time.

He lost sense of time, how many he had fucked, the orgy sweeping him up and away to another place and time, somewhere that he was sucked into. Mickael only wished that he didn’t have to come back from it, in the end, that he didn’t have to return to the fragile reality of being a Psion and a future that he wasn’t’ all that sure about.

Yet it was not the moment to be thinking about things like that, well and truly, the movie having ended long ago. He would have laughed at the ending, if he had been at all focused on it, though that was no problem at all. It could always be replayed at another time, when the werewolves and he were not caught up in sating their bodies.

Sometimes, Mickael wondered if he was as into everything as he was because he hadn’t taken care of those needs before. Not that it mattered. Nothing else mattered when he was driving into a hot pussy with long, slow, sure strokes, delving deeply, just as Mindy liked it, the slim werewolf shockingly strong yet built with lean, tight muscle. She cried out his name as he creamed inside her, spending his lips, though Mickael was still ready for more.

He couldn’t cum in everyone that he fucked, swapping between partners, losing himself in twisting tongues wrapped around his cock, the tease of soft breasts up against his body and the heat of pussies rippling around his cock. He used the arousal from one werewolf as lubrication to push into another without a second thought about it all, merely revelling in how erotically intoxicating all of it was.

Mickael gave himself over, completely, to the orgy, yet even he had to have his limits. There was only so much he could do, despite Rue popping up in the middle to offer him a drink and a snack. Of course, she had a special granola bar for him, one of the ones that werewolves didn’t eat but that she had ordered in special for him, just to help him recover his energy more swiftly.

She was always thoughtful, not only when it came to him.

Eventually, the hour waned into the early morning, dawn breaking on the horizon. And, still, Mickael had not slept. The werewolves too surely had things to do and work to complete the next day, preparing for the next wave of Psions to arrive, though they seemed to take silly things like sleep schedules more laxly when there were no humans there for them to take care of and serve.

He liked that. They deserved to have the time to satisfy themselves and their lusts, taking the time for one another. They didn’t need to work all the time and be nothing more, to most people, than dogs.

He did not quite have the same stamina as them, however, and was forced to take himself to the big dorm-style room with beds – well, it was one of three that were set up for the werewolves to sleep in. There was plenty of space in there for them and even some spare beds too, though Mickael wasn’t considering which bed that he toppled into when he crashed. Hard.

There was nothing more he could do but fall face down and groan deep in the back of his throat, his whole body falling slack as he relaxed. Sleep took him, blissfully dragging him down into unconsciousness, yet it was a good sleep, the kind that rose sweet and dreamless. He may not have woken the next morning as well-rested as he’d imagined, but, well, that was just a tiny price to pay for getting all the attention that he could ever have dreamed of from the werewolves.

There was more to learn and more to come, even relationships to form too.

Time would tell, but…he had all that he needed right there, right then.

For the moment, at least.