The Lion, the Leopard and the Wolf (11 page)

He pushed in, but only a bit farther to minimize the sting of opening and stretching to accommodate his thick size. He took it slow, while Aaron’s cock filled and tantalized her pussy.

“Fill me.” She wanted both of them pumping hard, driving her to that shimmering peak, drawing the kind of orgasm from her that only the two of them seemed capable of eliciting.

When Trent couldn’t bury his cock any deeper, he whispered, “God, you feel good. Your skin is so soft and your ass is gripping me so tight I can barely stand it.”

He tensed the moment he felt his balls brush against Aaron’s. He had to get used to his friend’s body. They’d need to be comfortable touching each other intimately like this. So he made light of it. “Those balls of yours are sure riding high and tight.”

“Yeah, rub ‘em. I’ve been down here holding on by a thread while you inched your way into Mac. I’m ready to explode from holding back.” Aaron groaned. “Pump into her and grind your big, hairy balls over mine. Right now I need some friction and momentum to pump these juices off. Can you give it to me?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to give it to you, and if you’re not careful, I won’t wait until the full moon.”

“Promises, promises.” Aaron laughed.

Trent started the rhythm and everyone got serious as the pace quickened and their needs rose.

* * * *

The full moon rose low on the horizon when Trent went out hunting. It was shortly before dusk when he heard a rustling in the bushes and a familiar scent made his nose twitch. Rabbit. Not enough challenge for his restless nature tonight. His golden wolf eyes sought out a more challenging prey in the dim light of the forest. The moon threatened to reach its zenith, and later, they would finish the change. Trent sensed the turning already. Keeping the Were at bay when he shifted grew more difficult as the full moon approached. Aaron mentioned he’d felt it too.

Trent needed this outlet to fight the beast within him. He needed this savage hunt to quell the desperate violence rising in him.

His large black head snapped to attention when he caught the scent of the other predators. The wolf pack had already started circling the patch of trees where Trent stood waiting.

Come to me, brothers. I know you want to tear my throat out and rip me to pieces. Come and get me. Help rid me of the Bloodlust as I kill each one of you.

The big alpha male stalked from a distance while two younger males moved in closer. They came out of the trees prematurely, giving Trent a shot at their inexperience. The two attacked simultaneously, but Trent circled quickly, grabbing one by the back of the neck and slamming him into the large oak beside him.

When the other young wolf jumped him, Trent slashed him out of midair. Two other mature wolves heard the screams of the younger ones and came running. Then they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Trent.

With the blood of the kills, he’d transformed into the Werewolf and stood over seven feet tall. A monster, not man, not wolf. The three remaining wolves slinked back into the dark forest and disappeared in the shadows. Trent remained, trying to gather control, trying to shift back into one form or other, at least one he knew he could contain. As the moon crept up on the horizon, he wondered if he’d have time to switch back before the Bloodlust completely obliterated the transformation. He struggled as he returned to the cabin, all the time hoping he’d find a way to control himself before he got back. Hoping he’d be human by then.

* * * *

Trent stepped into the room and took one look at Aaron’s firm round ass cheeks riding high in the air as he pumped into Mac, and the wolf in him couldn’t resist the urge to slide his tongue down the deep crease. When Trent’s tongue massaged his puckered entrance, Aaron paused mid-stroke and moaned with pleasure.

Trent’s tight muscles trembled with anticipation and with the tension of holding back. Keeping the Were at bay, and maintaining his human form took every ounce of effort he had. The wolf wanted out. His body longed to shift.

Trent pulled back, took Aaron’s cock out of Mac’s pussy, and tickled her clit with a finger. Then he pushed two thick fingers inside her cunt, pulling her juices to lubricate his cock. Aaron let him dominate, sensing how close Trent was to turning.

Trent reared up on his knees and stroked his own cock with her lube before pressing the wide crown of it firmly against Aaron’s tiny hole and cupping Aaron’s balls. “Go ahead, Aaron, stick your cock in her.”

Aaron managed the long tight slide into her cunt and groaned as Trent’s cock pressed up against his rear hole. Then he tensed when he heard Trent’s growl. “Fuck her hard, Aaron, because buddy, I’m going to fuck your tight virgin asshole until you scream my name in submission.” Trent’s voice didn’t even sound like his own.

Beneath Aaron’s muscular shoulder, he saw Mac’s eyes looking back at him, filled with love and desire. A little of his humanity returned. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I don’t know what got into me.” His voice had grown rough and raspy, full of need, when he asked, “Aaron? Are you sure...?”

Aaron paused before thrusting into Mac and actually moved back against Trent’s cock. Trent backed away and pressed a finger tentatively into Aaron’s asshole. He pushed in and almost out, going a little deeper each time. Then he added a second finger, rimming the perimeter and penetrating the relaxed opening. Aaron shivered and groaned, squeezed his ass cheeks together and pushed his engorged cock deeper into Mac’s hot wet channel.

Trent had his answer. He removed his fingers from Aaron’s ass and slowly, deliberatively, penetrated Aaron’s virgin hole one tight inch at a time, all the while his rock hard dick strained against holding back.

They all held their breaths. The low growl they anticipated didn’t come.

Trent drove balls deep into Aaron, and Aaron pressed into Mac, doing everything to keep from coming too soon.

“Oh, God, wait, I’m going to come, Trent. Slow down.”

Aaron bent over Mac and suckled her tits, strumming her clit with his fingers. He wouldn’t come without her. “Mac, oh, Mac, your pussy feels so good surrounding my cock, pulsing and squeezing like that, and Trent’s cock is massaging me inside... It’s incredible...uhh.”

Trent growled. “Aaron, hold still and shut up, or I’m going to blow my wad before you do.”

Aaron growled. “Fine then, just fuck me harder. We’ll see who can hold off longer.”

Trent chuckled. The sound was almost a threat. “Okay, Cat boy, remember, you asked for it.”

“Such romantic souls,” Mac groaned. Aaron kissed her with a soul-searing kiss, hot, deep and passionate.

Trent pounded Aaron’s ass, and Mac saw the smile creep over Aaron’s expression while he pumped harder into her, increasing the speed and pressure as Trent picked up the momentum. Mac felt the heat reaching a crescendo within her and tingling pinpoint prickles spread over her skin. Then she screamed as she came, her fingernails scratching long ridges into Aaron’s back.

Trent bent, licked the blood from his friend’s shoulders, and his incisors poked through his gums, elongating in his mouth. He drove his fangs into Aaron’s throat and claimed him. “Mine.” The word sounded more like a growl than language. Both men roared like the wild animals concealed within them, their power and lust unleashed at the exact same moment. Trent and Aaron both exploded in a simultaneous climax.

Mac lay very still while Trent stalked to the sink and cleaned himself off. She watched cautiously as he returned, a scowl edged deep between his brows. He pulled Aaron off her, growling, snapping, and tossed the large man aside as if he weighed little or nothing. Without any overtures, he pushed his still erect cock into her cunt and possessively claimed her. His teeth flashed, and his deep voice rumbled with power when he said one word again, “Mine.” He rocked inside her until she felt the heat build and the tension mount.

“Yes, Trent, more, more.”

His cock felt enormous, wonderful, buried within her. She writhed beneath him, trying to take more and joined the rhythm. She watched his eyes for the change. Every moment the full moon got closer to reaching its zenith, his humanity slipped closer to the edge, his control waned, and he became more dangerous.

“You are mine!” he shouted. He sank his teeth deep into her neck as he plunged his cock so deep inside her she felt him touch her womb and with it her heart.

Aaron moved behind him and sank his teeth into his friend’s neck to complete their bond, as Trent drove Mac to another climax.

The threesome collapsed to the floor, spent, exhausted and temporarily satisfied. When the moon rose full, shining through the window of the cabin, they each felt the change come over Trent.

His voice went deep and gruff. “Watch over her. Don’t let anything hurt her, Aaron, including me.” He left the cabin just as he began to transform, first into the wolf, and then almost as quickly, into the Werewolf.

Aaron’s transformation always took a little longer, and he paced the meadow clearing in the body of the mountain lion, waiting, circling, guarding Mac inside the cabin until his transformation took all control away from him, then she understood he’d no longer be able to help what happened.

While she waited for the transformations to complete, the Werewolf roared outside for his mate. She expected the men to be very different in their Were form, but he looked strangely similar to Trent.

When she watched out the window and saw Aaron finally succumbed to the moon, each man looked like a mix of their animal form and also that of their human form, only the Werebeasts were larger and more muscular, ruggedly, dangerously handsome. Each had strange intelligent silver eyes and an immense broad chest.

The moonlight touched Mac, then she slowly shimmered into the snow leopard and felt compelled to join Aaron while he paced the moonlit-flooded meadow.

Once he finished his transformation into the Werecat, Mac sniffed the air, glanced over their magnificent genitals with interest, and licked her cat lips. She followed the brassy invitation with a quick flick of her tail.

The Werebeasts began to descend upon her, their fangs flashing.

Backing up, she felt small and fragile in her cat form, compared to them. Their massive size had her cowering, and the fear she smelled in the air, belonged to her.

Suddenly a bright golden light burst in the clearing, and a strange erotic scent filled the air. When the light dimmed she saw a beautiful white Unicorn materialize beside her. With a tap of a hoof, a protective transparent wall went up around Mac and the magical beast.

As if in deference to the Unicorn, the Weres backed away. The majestic animal bowed to Mac, touched her head gently with her horn, and filled her with magic. She felt her snow leopard body shift from the cat into something else. When her gift touched Mac’s soul, she felt powerful, hungry and aroused.

Both Weres watched as her snow leopard transformed into her Were form for the first time under the magical tutelage of the Unicorn. She wondered what she looked like, but decided it must be good, because both Trent and Aaron seemed mesmerized by her appearance.

The Unicorn nodded and left the meadow, disappearing as quickly as she had appeared.

The Weres roared and moved on her. This time she felt no fear. She thought she heard Trent in her mind say,
You’re an Amazon of a female, so different yet so much the same, so sexual, so appealing.

Aaron sounded impressed when he projected his thoughts to her,
You’re fantastic, amazing, ours.

Mac asked,
Who is the Unicorn, and where did she come from? I sensed she came to protect me from you, to help me through my transformation.

Didn’t you recognize her? Don’t you know?
Aaron asked.
Celia
’s the Unicorn.

Celia
?
Mac asked incredulously.

Yes, she is the most powerful mystical shifter of us all and capable of materializing at will.
Trent serious tone filled her mind
. When your time came to shift, she arranged for you to be with us.

Aaron risked touching her, smoothing a hand down her arm.
Everything would have been fine if Trent and I hadn’t both been so attracted to you. Even then, we could have worked it out if I hadn’t bitten you and turned you Were.

Celia
had to return to make sure she brought you through your first transformation. With both of us present, you were in danger because Trent always turns first, and he could have killed me or you.

Trent moved closer, Mac licked her lips.
You look good enough to eat.

You don’t mean that literally, do you? Because we should probably feed you soon. I won’t take any chances with a newly transformed Were. Especially a female. You can be very unpredictable during your first moon.

Come over here, Wolfman and find out. Bring along your friend, Catman. Let’s go to bed. It’s almost dawn.
Mac yawned.
We can go to bed, can’t we?

Oh, yes,
Aaron said.
We certainly can.

Oh yeah, my little kitten. We’re all in this together, forever.
Trent shifted first into his wolf and then into his human form. Aaron followed his lead. “Okay, Mac. Shift.”

“Maybe you’ll need help. We can call Celia back—”

“No!” Mac was back. “I’m still angry at her for not telling me why I always felt different.”

“Would you have believed her back them?” Trent asked.

“Well, no. I guess not.”

“And she did arrange,” Aaron put his arm over Trent’s shoulder, “us. She deserves some points for getting us all together.”

Mac went over to the men and buried herself between their broad chests, all of them sharing the embrace. “You’re right. I’ll send her a thank you note when we get back to the lodge. We don’t have to rush back, do we? I want to try out my new abilities.”

The men laughed, and Trent said, “Don’t worry about going back too soon. We’ve got plans for you in all three forms that should keep you busy until...at least spring.”

“Uhm...then let’s get started practicing.”