Jane reached the bank of the river just as the moon was directly overhead. The reflection in the water created a vibrant image of two worlds colliding, the moon above was mirrored and distorted on the wavy surface. She took off her boots and timidly slipped one foot into the piercing cold water. She sucked in air sharply through gritted teeth as she adjusted to the temperature. She gently placed her other foot into the water and relaxed as both feet touched the bed of the stream.
The rocks beneath were smooth, massaging her worn feet as she stared into the dark horizon. Before she could give her impulse a second thought, Jane took off the flannel shirt and dove head first into the flowing river. She was stabbed by the icy knives of the water as she descended into the murky river. The water loosened its sharp grasp on her skin as her body temperature adjusted.
She cut through the water like a fish, sleek and empowered. When she finally re-emerged on the surface of the water, she opened her mouth wide to take in a desperate breath, and saw that she had gone much farther upstream than she had intended. She paddled up and down, looking towards the shore for her boots or the place where she emerged from the woods. But there was nothing in sight.
Jane crawled out of the water onto the bank of the river, she was shivering violently but greeted by a gentle and warm breeze. The water felt good, but quelled nothing, she still felt restless and unsatisfied. She stood on the edge for a while, rubbing her arms and legs trying to dry herself off. But sooner or later she would have to try and find her way back. Clothes or not. The water droplets on her skin refracted the moonlight, and she looked, from far away, like she was actually glowing.
There had to be some way to get back, some path that she would recognize. This was a state park, after all. There must be marked trails or signposts. Jane wasn’t exactly the most modest person. She didn’t mind walking through the woods completely nude. But she did have her boots to worry about. She had bought them specially for the trip. And Todd never liked her wearing his shirts, much less losing them on the bank of the river. The further she walked into the woods, the more and more at home she felt in her bare skin.
Ulric led the group through the forest. They were quiet for their size, for they knew exactly where to step to make the least amount of noise. They grabbed branches above, swinging over the paths to move quicker, all the while smelling everything for miles. Suddenly, Ulric saw Bertolf stop in his tracks. Ulric moved closer and saw that Bertolf had spotted human footprints. He leaned down to get the hearty scent from the trail and his nostrils flared. He grunted deeply, and then pointed in the direction of the trail.
Jane was sure she had seen this trail before. Or had she? How long had she even been away from the camp? She looked up and saw the moon, on the opposite side of the sky, but no hint of morning. She felt her feet sink far into the soil of the trail, almost causing her to trip on the uneven ground. She looked down to see tracks, some kind of animal, she was unsure of what type. But when she moved her feet she saw how large the tracks really were. She gasped suddenly as she heard a quiet groan.
“Todd, is that you?”
There was a rustle, but no response. She started to get more sensitive. She felt her hairs standing on end, a wave of sensation going up and down her body. Like the wind, if the wind had large soft hands.
“George? Manny? It’s not funny anymore.”
Still no reply. Her scalp began to tingle. Every hair on her tiny body stood on end.
“Ok, you win. Seriously you guys, come out already. I’ll do whatever you want. You really win this time.”
Jane turned around in circles, and saw three massive shadows moving towards her. They were too big to be any of her friends. They were too big to be any human, she thought. And as they moved closer, they became bigger than any animal she had ever seen.
“Who are you,” she said, trembling. “What do you want?”
By the time they were in full view of the moonlight, standing on their hind legs, Jane was too scared to say anything at all coherent. She looked them all up and down, thinking she was hallucinating or something even worse. But even in her fog, in her nakedness and fear and chill, she knew what they wanted. She could tell just by looking. Leading them forth, in front of each of the brothers, were their massive werewolf erections. They moved slowly inward towards her, until she could only gape open her mouth at their size and their clear intention.
By now she should have been crying. If she was anyone else, or if she was at any other time in her life, she would have been scared, falling to the floor to beg for her life or play dead or wish she was dead already. But the feelings Jane felt were something much different, and much more familiar. She felt hot all over. She felt hungry, like she had been earlier in the evening and more than she had ever been before. She felt her pussy getting wet and her mouth drooling. Deep down she wanted whatever was about to happen.
There was no discussion. Each of the brothers drew themselves toward the woman at a different angle, as if they all knew exactly how to share. As if they had done this many times before. Ulric, who was clearly the leader, charged at her from the front. He jumped on her and brought her down on to her back, laying them both down on the forest floor as he slid his animal phallus into her aching pussy in one fluid motion.
Her pussy stretched and spasmed around his enormous cock. He pressed himself on top of her tiny body, pinning her to the ground as he thrusted into her warm soaking crevice. Jane's senses were overloaded, all she could smell was the dirty musk of his thick fur pressed into her nostrils. She couldn't fight the pleasure emanating from her pussy as the werewolf filled her more than she had ever experienced with any man.
Bertolf approached and grunted loudly, signaling Ulric to remember the others. Suddenly Ulric grabbed Jane around the torso and, without leaving her pussy, flipped her over on top of him, his back to the ground now. She continued to buck her hips into his body as he grabbed her and forced her along his swollen shaft.
Bertolf knelt behind her and pushed her over onto Urlic's chest, exposing her tight little ass, her puckered hole was glistening in the moonlight. The werewolf brought his huge rough tongue to her bottom and began to lick her ass, the sensation almost brought Jane to tears. The feeling of his hot wet tongue massaging her sensitive ass hole was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The feeling was so intense that she quickly forgot about the fact that he was only liking her to prepare her for penetration.
Suddenly he stopped licking and sat up and began to press his cock to her ass. He entered her twitching hole from behind, finding her ass pleasurably virgin-tight, and thanks to his licking it was almost as wet as her cunt.
Zeff padded over to the girl’s face, dangling his monster cock in front of her lips. Usually he was used to having to pry them open at this point, the women being so concentrated on what was happening in her bottom half. But Jane was all there, all ready, licking her lips and opening her mouth as wide as it would go. Her mouth was moist, heated, and he fell into it. Almost entirely. She was soaring in the warmth, the wetness, lost in the hairy flesh and the padding against her lips. The taste was metallic, and she rubbed her tongue around the massive dick that reached all the way into her swollen throat. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the furry base of the cock, needing both hands to handle his girth. She twisted around and squeezed, wanting to bring the beast to his knees.
For the first time, Jane felt completely full. She felt like she was losing control of her insides. She felt like she was expanding to take in the giant invasions. The slick tissue of her feminine membrane was there to guide each of the cocks into her most precious holes. The sounds issuing from the mouths of the wolves was like something out of a nightmare, but she was hearing it this time in a different light, with almost a different body. It sounded like the earth was talking into her hear, telling her to suck harder. To buck more fiercely, to open herself even more than she was now.