Nate could not believe his eyes as he and Jean took a short break. Watching his brother rutting with two girls; both at once, oddly enough. It was enough to make him jealous as he saw all three shudder and climax at the same time; their yowling making it clear that they all enjoyed their unique style of rutting.
“If I didn’t see for myself,” Nate munching on a sandwich; “I wouldn’t have believed it. My brother having more three-ways than anyone else;” Nate shaking his lupine head in disbelief.
“It could be an outright orgy,” Jean pouting; “you sure you can’t get your brother to change his mind?”
Nate looks at Jean and shakes his head; he knew better than to push the topic. Seeing the green eyes of the three flashing vividly; each glaring as they gave their answer prior. A subtle growl emanating as they gave a verbal answer.
“You ready for another go,” Jean placing her paw on Nate’s furry ass; “because I am.”
“Your always ready,” Nate wagging his tail; “but to be honest, rutting you in front of my brother just feels… wrong. Let’s go back upstairs to my room,” Nate nuzzling his mate; “you still have yet to enjoy your desert if I recall.”
“Grrrrr,” Jean purring as she guides Nate upstairs; “I’m going to enjoy eating those fruity briefs and the manly surprise hiding behind them.”
“I’d thought they’d never leave,” Eric getting up and letting Spencer and Frieda continue to eat each other out. “It’s one thing to have to say no to those wanting to join in, in our fun,” Eric making sure the basement door is closed; “but to have them watch?”
“It makes you feel like you’re being made to put on a show for their benefit,” Spencer shuddering; Frieda’s rough were-panther tongue brushing her sensitive folds as she laps up Spencer’s juices.
“I don’t know about you two,” Eric grabbing a sports drink and drinking it; “but I’d rather not have my brother’s mate try and bring this up again. It took all my willpower to not snarl and hiss at her for suggesting what she was interested in doing.”
Eric watches as both Frieda and Spencer finish eating each other out and get up off the floor. Joining Eric as they grab a drink; each placing a paw on his shoulder, causing Eric to smile at the comfort being given.
“We know,” Frieda purring; “it’s why we just glared at her and Nate.”
“I was about to lunge at that were-lioness,” Spencer grinning; her fangs being displayed in a subtle but menacing grin. “Despite her size,” Spencer taking a sip of her drink; “I would have easily bested her in physical fight.”
“And you would of have to deal with a pissed off werewolf,” Eric chuckling; “Nate would definitely defend Jean if you laid a paw on her.”
“And he would be lying flat on his ass as well,” Spencer laughing; “remember, my dad taught me how to fight.”
“Dirty,” Frieda smirking; “as you like to state so often.”
All three laugh as they finished off their drinks. Frieda and Spencer smiling as slowly move their paws to Eric’s groin. Tickling and teasing his scrotum as the white furred were-panther purrs; Eric enjoying the delightful toying as his member joyfully rises from his sheath.
“As much as I want to go at with you two all night,” Eric seeing both girls massaging his member with their tongues; “I am genuinely getting tired.”
“Then let’s make this last,” Spencer purring.
“Try and hold back from blowing you load,” Frieda massaging Eric’s glans with her tongue; “as you enjoy the ride we are about to give.”
Eric just moans as Frieda and Spencer guide him to the floor; both tickling and teasing his feline member as they lap up the salty pre-cum oozing from him. Massaging his furry balls with one paw with using the other to finger their snatches; each taking turns to suck on Eric’s cock as they take it into their muzzle and the tongue dance around his shaft.
“Oh god,” Eric shuddering; “I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold out.”
“Try to,” Spencer speaking; panting as she buries three furry fingers into her sex.
“Oh you are close,” Frieda hearing Eric moan as she stroked the underside of his shaft with her tongue; “I can sense it.”
“Whatever you two are doing,” Eric feeling the urge to squirm; “I feels gooooooooood.”
Frieda and Spencer smile as they both dart their tongues onto Eric’s shaft; each giving him simultaneous head as they stop massaging his balls and use that paw to support themselves as angle themselves to stare at Eric’s shaft. Looking at it twitch and quiver with each stroke, jab and tickle with their tongues; Spencer and Frieda are soon rewarded as Eric gasps and growls. His body shuddering in orgasmic joy as he sprays his jizz on both girls’ eager muzzles. Purring as he listens to them lick themselves clean and shuddering as they lick the drops that are still coming out of him.
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Meanwhile back in Nate’s room. Jean was eagerly ripping apart the fruit flavored edible underwear Nate was wearing. Having to defur to put the sticky and sugary treat on; Nate was soon being pleasured by an eager were-lioness as he watched her pull at the sweet treat hiding his fleshy appendage that was slowly being engorged with blood.
The feel of her rough tongue on his balls as she ripped the underwear clean off him with her teeth; letting her saliva pool about as she ran up his shaft with her nose only to open her maw and take it in her. The feel of her sucking him off as she tickled him with her tongue was too much; Nate howled as he shifted back into his werewolf form. The pleasure of his already hard shaft shifting into its lupine counterpart as he climax seconds later was enough to put the happy male into a daze of carnal bliss.
In the moment; Nate completely lost track of time. Unable to tell how long he was reveling in the moment with Jean; Nate’s body was on auto pilot as she snuggled next to him, wrapping his arms around her as she purred affectionately. Her muzzle resting next to his as she closed her eyes; Jean’s tail flicking to and fro as Nate’s paws rub the fur of Jean’s lower back.
“I don’t know how this moment could get any better,” Nate breaking the silence; “lying in bed with my mate as we snuggle together after a vigorous evening of intense rutting.”
“I can think of a few moments,” Jean purring; “but those won’t transpire for a few more years at least.”
“And what would those moments be,” Nate responding; “his eyes getting heavy as sleep begins to overtake him.”
“The evening were we make our future offspring together,” Jean sighing; “I want those nights to be as special as this was.”
“Don’t forget,” Nate slowly speaking; “our wedding in front of family.”
“Yeah,” Jean giving Nate a gentle lick on his muzzle; “that will be a magical moment.”
“Let’s not talk anymore,” Nate mumbling; “and enjoy drifting off in each other’s embrace.”