Neglect one of the beta werewolves

You move both your hands to the darker brown beta werewolf on your left and start to work his shaft more enthusiastically. The neglected gray beta on your right growls and tries to make you put your hand back but the brown one shoves him away. Your cunning plan is already working!

The grey werewolf is growling angrily now and starts to pace your tiny bedroom. You present your backside to him as a peace offering and after he catches a whiff of your soaking wet pussy he doesn't waste any time. He immediately thrusts himself inside you and continue almost exactly where the black alpha male left off. You shudder and quiver in anticipation of another series of gutwrenching orgasms, in case your plan doesn't work.

Just as you had expected, the alpha male pushes the grey werewolf away, growling something incomprehensible. The grey werewolf pushes back, which the alpha hadn't expected. His cock is torn from your mouth letting you breathe freely again, and you hang on to the brown wolf's dick with both hands just to keep yourself from collapsing on the floor.

To further enrage the alpha you even start to lick the brown werewolf's thick cock, all along the shaft to its head, then around the head before you suck it into your mouth and start to bob up and down on it, slobbering all over it to make it slide easier.

The alpha is already slapping the grey one into submission but the brown one sees his chance and flings you aside to join the frey. Going into a sex-fuelled frenzy all three werewolves tear into each other, biting, slashing and kicking with all limbs. Black, brown and gray fur flies through the air in a parody of japanese cherry blossom petals.

As the three monsters howl and crash about your room you manage to crawl over to the light switch by the door, despite your aching and sore pelvic region. The only thing that will put an end to monsters from under the bed for sure is bright light, you never forgot that. When your finger flicks the switch the werewolves freeze up in a display of furious combat, before they simply explode into a ball of fur which is sucked back under your bed and disappears.

You lean back against the wall, scratched and sore everywhere, but alive. You are seriously considering just sleeping with the light on from now on but you have tried it before and you just can't sleep if it isn't dark in the room.

Despite the pain and fear and humiliation you feel strengthened by the ordeal, as if this was something you were meant to do all along. You won, after all, and drove back the beasts to the darkness. It's as if you have trained all your life for this moment. You wonder what strange happenings the rest of the night will bring.