“You want to do what,” Eric look at his older brother and his were-lioness mate Jean Talbot. Both of them coming down the stairs into the rec room as Eric, Spencer and Frieda were bringing each other to a passionate climax. The yiff pile the three were in, made Jean growl with desire as she watched the two girls roll and wrestle around trying to be the one who gets penetrated by Eric.
“Jean wants to do it,” Nate shuddering; a tawny furred paw stroking his already hard lupine member. “Your crazy sex scent is what putting the desire in her.”
Spencer and Frieda both stare at the werewolf and were-lioness’ watching as Jean strokes Nate in front of them; staring as the werewolf growls, his seed slipping all over Jeans paw. Jean purring as she took her paw and cleaned it up with her tongue; enjoying the salty goodness.
“Well,” Jean asking; “want to make this into a five way orgy?”
“No,” Eric is the first to speak while getting up; “I’m not interested in plowing anyone but Spencer and Frieda here.”
“And we are not interested in anyone else,” Spencer and Frieda said in unison.
“We made a pact,” Eric standing behind his girls; “mom tried to test it by offering a little action with Spencer months ago. It didn’t take.”
“You never told me that,” Frieda looking at Eric.
“It wasn’t important,” Eric responding.
“Pity,” Jean rubbing a paw all over Nate; “I was going to let you have fun tearing off the edible undies Nate was going to wear.”
“Oh god,” Nate feeling embarrassed at the prospect of being pimped out; “its bad enough you want to play with my brother’s girls, but now you want to offer me up to them?”
“I had to try,” Jean looking as Eric, Spencer and Frieda decide to go back to their rutting; “but that doesn’t mean they can’t share the basement with us.”
“What are you getting at,” Nate looking at the lustful gaze of Jean.
“So close to the source of that wonderful smell,” Jean looking at Nate as if he were an impala being stalked on the Serengeti. “I must have you now,” Jean leaping on to Nate and knocking him down to the ground.
Stunned by Jean’s forwardness as she starts growling and roaring; slamming her sex onto Nate’s crotch as she tries to get his shaft into her.
“I must have you,” Jean panting; thrusting and gyrating her hips as she rides Nate’s lupine member.
“Alright then,” Nate growling; “if you want it that way, then it’s going to be hard and rough.”
Nate grabs Jean and rolls her onto the floor; pulling out of her, Nate flips Jean onto her abdomen and pins her to the floor.
“Raise your rump,” Nate growling; “for you are about to have me.”
“Roar,” Jean growls; complying with her mate’s demands.
Nate doesn’t waste time as he plunges into Jean; his lupine shaft spreading her folds and stimulating her body to orgasm. Starting to trusts in and out of her; Nate growls as he enjoys being the dominate alpha. Making the were-lioness below him mewl in submissive pleasure. Turning his head to see his were-panther brother Eric pull out of Spencer and start thrusting into Frieda; the fluids from Spencer’s hole oozing as she murmurs in bliss. Renewing Nate’s efforts to satisfy Jean as he focuses on the were-lioness he is about to knot.
Thrusting even faster and harder; Nate starts to grunt. His tongue lolled out as he begins to pant; the feeling of his balls churning signaling that his moment is coming. Biting down on the nape of Jean’s neck as he pushes himself in even farther; ensuring that his knot is all the way in and securely held by Jean’s sensitive vaginal lips. Hearing her yowl; Nate lets go Jean’s neck as he makes a few final thrusts. Rising his head up to the air he lets off a mighty howl as he spills his seed in Jean. Hearing her shudder and moan as her own body climaxes in orgasmic bliss.
Both stay locked to each other, with Eric, Spencer and Frieda watching them. Observing as the large werewolf mounted above the tawny furred were-lioness wrap his paws around Jean’s abdomen, while guiding both to the ground, spooning her as he is still spurting his seed in her.
“Does this mean we are going upstairs to continue our fun,” Spencer looking at the dozing couple.
“Nope,” Frieda crawling over Eric and kissing the hybrid were; “it just means we have and audience that will try to out rut us.”
“You’re cruel,” Eric chuckling; “you want to keep my brother and Jean u all night with our rutting?”
“They chose to come down here,” Frieda placing a paw on spencer’s sex and starting to finger and stroke her; “let them try to keep up with us.”
“My grandfather hinted,” Spencer gasping; “that when we are older, we are going to put the were-club out of business.”
“I’m not interested in opening up a sex club,” Eric joining in on pleasuring Spencer; “unless you are mentioning us heading over there when we are older.”
“My uncle owns the place,” Frieda nibbling on one of Spencer’s breasts; “we might get the family discount if we ever head over.”
All giggle as the thought of driving the club into a sex crazed frenzy if they ever started to patronage the place one day. Their unique scent of sex driving everyone with a desire to rut and mate like never before; yet that thought is driven from their mind as Spencer gasps. Being pleasured by both Eric and Frieda as they explored and pleasured her body; both purring and growling in bliss. Being a werewolf/panther/feline hybrid did have its advantages for making unique sounds that Frieda and Eric enjoyed eliciting from their partner.
“We should stop to have a snack soon,” Eric lying next to Spencer and gently massaging her ears; “don’t want to starve ourselves.”
“Let’s just enjoy this moment first,” Frieda resting her head on Spencer’s chest; “we have all night after all.”