The Librarian Doubles Up

As she drew around a particularly large oak tree, the camp sight finally came into view. The moans of the two women were clearly audible now along with the wet slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Whatever cries of protest or pain the two women might once have made, they had long ago turned to moans and screams of ecstasy and delight.

Such is the magic of Fenrir’s awful brood, to influence the bodies and minds of the weak and unprepared through airborne pheromones, an effect made all the more potent through direct, skin to skin contact. I felt pity for the two young women, trapped in a vicious cycle of lust and shame and arousal as their own bodies betrayed them. But I should have had much less pity than I initial thought…

Luna tread carefully through the darkness, approaching the camp from behind a particularly dense thicket of bushes. Her bare feet silent against the cold damp of the forest floor. Her breath caught in her chest as she peeked through a bush to get a good look at the five forms writhing together near the dwindling camp fire.

Though she’d seen much debauchery in her long career of service to the Goddess, she had not expected such a shameful display as she witnessed then.

Marra was on her hands and knees. The young librarian sat perched atop the broad chest of a large werewolf, her fingers digging into the long, silver fur of his shoulders, holding on for all she was worth, as his bright pink, lupine cock pumped mercilessly in and out of her pussy, stretching her to her limit with each thrust.

The silver-furred wolf pulled the girl down seven inches onto his engorged member as she moaned, then seemed to hit a momentary resistance, before pulling her the last four inches down so that her bottom rested against his large, apple-sized balls. His cock pushing easily through her cervix and deep into her womb, eliciting a cry of delight and pain from the eager body of the young woman.

His tongue lapped at her breasts as she braced herself against the second werewolf who knelt behind her, above his fellow, his thick brown cock protruding from his black fur and vanishing into the woman’s distended asshole.

As the silver wolf pulled out of her womb, the woman moaned at the empty feeling he left, a moan that turned quickly into a pleasure filled grunt as the black furred wolf pushed in to fill her ass as the first cock left her. They continued to **** her like this, pumping in and out in rhythm as she bounced between the two massive cocks.

As their knots began to swell and it was clear that they both couldn’t fit inside her, the black wolf lay down with his legs over the silver, both cocks sticking straight up into the young librarian as they held her aloft, both buried inside her just to the tip.

Luna watched in amazement as they let go of her, and she took matters into her own hands, literally.

Marra braced her hands against the left knee of the silver wolf and the right knee of the black wolf and began to bounce herself up and down, both cocks entering her holes about five inches before she lifted herself with her legs, only to fall back again. Indeed she couldn’t fit them any further in because the large knots that had formed at the base of each cock were too large to enter simultaneously.

I knew then that she was beyond hope, working those two lupine cocks of her own free will, she wanted them. And I could hardly blame her, she was no sister of the order after all, just a commoner, brought along for her expertise in herb lore and clearly unable to resist the charms of the werewolves and the betrayal of her own body… or so I thought…