Chapter 8

Snowed In with a Bigfoot, a Yeti, & a Werewolf

by Honey Cummings

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Frustration filled Wilma. Her life had taken a strange turn, but this? This was ridiculous levels of bullshit. She wanted to have a good saucy time and now she was literally glued at the hips with a werewolf. No part of that notion seemed … safe.

“Pineapple pizza,” she repeated.

“Safe word?” Boone arched his brow.

“Cute, isn’t it?” Lucan had a sparkle in his eye as he answered.

Boone brushed the wood debris from his fur before managing to shift back. “I’m still having a hard time, so how are you feeling, Lucan?”

“Honestly, no different.” Lucan’s eye shifted to Wilma and he licked a fang. “But I don’t regret the delicious time we had, right? Moonshine?”

Wilma sighed, wiggling again to confirm they were still firmly locked in place. “It was until you… what did you say this is?”

“Knotting.” Tenzin dropped her cell phone charger beside her. “Soon as you and,” Tenzin's ice blue eyes fell where they connected, “Soon as you and … him … come apart, we’ll go get a generator from the lodge and get the electricity going again.”

Wilma’s heart fluttered. She was laid up on that table, a hard cock in her while being face-level with two more on very attractive men (including one she had had a great time with upstairs hours ago). Boone leaned over, the heat of his hand glided up the center of her body, between her breasts. Again, those glorious calloused hands rolled over her collarbone and wrapped around her neck.

Am I about to have that foursome Granny mentioned?

“You’re so beautiful,” murmured Boone.

Shit.

He leaned in but a dark-skinned arm stopped it. 

Shit.

Tenzin palmed Boone back, his hand slipping back to grip her breast, fingers pinching a nipple.

Shit.

Lucan growled, the grip on her hips squeezing as she did the same around his knotted cock inside her, vibrating his warning through her.

No, no…

Tenzin’s lips connect with hers, his taste minty and fruity. His hand salaciously hot as it trailed down her belly, his elegantly long finger between her and Lucan before a finger rolled over her swollen jewel of flesh.

FUCK ME!

Tenzin retreated, the cool breath at her ear and a shiver rattled her. “Come see me when you’re ready for something real, something worthy of what you deserve.”

Blinking, Tenzin was gone. Leaving her dumbfounded and horridly more aroused than before. 

“Why’d you get so much tighter for him?” Lucan’s ears flattened, tail tucked between his legs.

“Tenzin isn't the alpha of the mountain because he’s the biggest, Lucan. He’s a hell of a lover.” Boone snorted. “You can’t possibly compete.”

I gave a curious look to Boone. “And you know this because?”

Another laugh, and then a happy grunt escaped him. There was history behind the look he shot her. It explained the territorial bit that everything Boone had was always going to be Tenzin’s too. Swallowing, she reached between her and Lucan, touching where Tenzin left her wanting more, wanting … him. A rough hand turned her head, Boone’s lips firm against hers before he broke it, searching her eyes.

“At least I got to taste you first.” Another happy grunt. “Now tell me, Ladybug. What do you want?”

Her face flushed as his fingers were back at her neck, gingerly squeezing and teasing. The beating her heart was giving her ribcage was intense. Thoughts spiralled in some very dark and naughty places. She had never been touched by more than one man, and after being bombarded with all three? She was curious, thirsty to know how much more erotic and intense she could feel sexually. Lucan had more than satisfied her, but somehow Tenzin left her craving more. She shifted and Lucan tugged her against him, his cock jolting. 

“We’re stuck so…” Swallowing, she took a moment to confirm what she wanted from them both. “How would you set me free or would you…” She paused, Boone’s lips curving in a smile.

“Oh, Ladybug, we have so many options,” he purred and shot a look to Lucan.

A tail wagged hard, ears pricked forward once more. “Ever have to dicks at the same time, moonshine?”

“No.” She bounced her gaze between them. “But where are we sticking it?”

“Well, Lucan may be firmly knotted in you, but if another cock slid in beside…”

“Pineapple pizza,” she blurted.

Lucan flattened his ears. “I mean, he’s not wrong. The moment we cross swords, the knotting will end.” A growl rolled from him. “Though I too disapprove.”

“You’re jealous.” Boone snorted. “But how much longer are you going to be swollen inside her then?”

I glared at Lucan. “Yea, exactly how long does this last because,” she wiggled and he throbbed, “it doesn’t feel like it’s getting any less … hard.”

“Well…” Lucan blew out his cheeks and darted his eye to the side. “As soon as you stop tightening on me like that,” he offered in a reluctant tone.

Wilma tightened at the thought. “What other options do we have?”

A shudder shook her. The idea of them both trying to fit there seemed insane considering how full they had filled her. Her mind played back all those double-penetration and gang-bang pornos she had gotten off to. Never had it crossed her mind she might end up as the woman in those vicarious videos. Goosebumps rolled over her. This was a step above insane considering this wasn’t a porno production yet she was about to agree to being fucked by bigfoot and a werewolf in an attempt to dislodge the werewolf’s cock from her. Nothing about that made any fucking sense.

There’s other options right?

“We can knock him out, but you’ll be stuck to an unconscious Lucan for a few before it … releases the knot.” Boone cringed as Lucan shot him a heated glare. “What suggestions do you have then, Lucan?”

“I mean, her sucking someone else off might work.” He shrugged his shoulders, non-chalant and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. “But sometimes that turns me on too.”

“Oh for the love of it all!” Wilma cried into her palms. “How do you normally deal with this shit, Lucan?” She struggled to sit up, but managed to do so when Boone was quick to place his hand at her back and assisted her. “I doubt this is the first or last knotting you’ve had!”

His ears flattened, those amber eyes locked with hers. “We usually fuck until we fall asleep and it slips out,” he confessed.

Wilma’s eyes grew wide and disbelief. “And you couldn’t warn me? And thought the kitchen table was a great place for a sex induced nap? What the fuck, Lucan?”

“I think she meant to say pineapple pizza.” Boone stifled his laugh when she gave him a heated stare. “I’m sorry, Ladybug. I thought he had made it … clear.”

“Clearly not,” she exasperated.

“I can carry you,” offered Lucan. “I’ve done it plenty of times with other mates.”

Wilma knew he wasn’t joking, but the idea of that hard of a cock–no–a true boner in the very definition of it inside of her and maneuvering with it to go to even just the couch. Her gaze dropped to Boone’s hard-on then where she was connected with Lucan. Panic filled her. There was the prospect of adjusting her angle to let him fuck her mouth but something told her the horndog firmly knotted inside her would just get harder with bouncing tatas the sounds she would surely produce. That and she was very aware she would be very tight on him the whole time since it was just as arousing for her. Closing her eyes, she could picture Tenzin knocking Lucan unconscious, but for how long would she be stuck under him or straddling an unconscious man? Or would he be in full werewolf mode?

Wilma ruffled her hair. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Boone tilted his head in confusion. “Do what?”

She cupped his face with her hands. “Both dicks. But you better be gentle, Boone. None of that hard banging shit.”

Boone blinked, and a smile crested. “Yes ma’am, Ladybug.”

“Oooo, I haven’t done this in a while.” Lucan throbbed inside her. “Whose sitting?”

“S-sitting?” Wilma looked at Lucan in confusion.

“Well, I need access, so Boone can sit and I can lower–”

“Absolutely not. Lucan has already proven he has no control.” Wilma pinched her nose in annoyance.

“Agreed.” Chuckled Boone. “Pineapple pizza.”

Wilma laughed. “Pineapple pizza.”

“Fine.” Lucan scooped her into his arms and lifted her, firmly connected as he moved with ease. 

“W-wait!” Wilma clung to him as he kicked the chair back and like some parlor trick, kicked it right side up and sat down with her in his lap. “What the fuck?”

A fanged grin crested and he kissed her forehead. “No harm will come to you when I’m here, moonshine.” He nuzzled at her neck, biting it and marking her again. “After all, we’re fated mates.”

“But I’m fated to all three of you,” she guffawed.

The heat of Boone’s body pressed against her backside and she stiffened. 

This is happening. I’m about to have my first threesome. With a bigfoot and a werewolf…

Boone’s arms wrapped around her. One hand gripped her breast, aggressive and possessive as Lucan’s ears flattened. A snarl, a growl as he watched someone touch her yet she could feel how he throbbed and tensed with excitement where she straddled him, still knotted. Boone’s other hand snaked slowly down and between them. His fingers thicker, rougher than Tenzin and Lucan’s own. Drawing up ever so slightly, his finger wet from her arousal that seemed to be a never-ending well. The roll of his finger over her clit made her jolt as if electricity shot through her.

“Work with me, Ladybug.” His beard tickled at her shoulder as he whispered into her ear. “I need you as wet as I can make you before I try to join you two.”

A shiver rolled up her spine. He rubbed and circled, the sensation sharp and everything sensitive from the stimulation she had endured already. She began to rock, allowing herself to lean the weight of her body into the bulk of Boone. He was warm, and she began to rock her hips. A hot tongue ran across her collarbone and Lucan nibbled on her neck. Clawed hands kept her in place, the prickling sensation adding to the erogenous sensations as Lucan held her hips tight. Her breath hitched, she was so close to peaking again.

“That’s my girl,” Boone spoke with such tender confidence in her other ear. “Show me you want this.”

Lucan’s nibbling turn to a firm hold, canines threatening to split skin if he dared to push further.

Something about Boone’s words paired with Lucan’s bite tipped her over the edge. The orgasm blossomed, slow but deeper and harder than the ones before it. She could feel the rush of her wetness. It was as if they could sense or knew more about her body than she had ever bothered to pay attention to. Lucan gripped her ass cheeks, pulling her lean into him as he refused to release her. The most animalistic loverly move she had ever partaken in as he kept her in place with his teeth. Boone pressed against where they were connected. She dug her nails into Lucan’s shoulders. He growled, that pleasurably version that made her body swoon with ecstasy as it vibrated through his cock and her. The tip of Boone’s own dick slipped inside. A pressure, pleasant and alarming, filled her. She was still afraid to move. Boone kissed her shoulder, his beard adding another layer of sensual touches to the already overwhelming experience.

“Slow.” Boone breathed over her shoulder. “Lucan won’t let you move in the wrong way.”

Swallowing, panting, she managed to reply, “I noticed.”

Boone pushed a little more. “Look, he’s already releasing the knot.”

A growl escaped Lucan where he kept a firm bite on her neck.

Another push and Boone slid in easier than Wilma had thought he would.

“Almost there,” he informed over her shoulder before another kiss. “You’re doing amazing, Ladybug.”

Wilma could feel her body heating, buzzing in reply to the feat they were attempting to commit. Being sandwiched between two very hard-muscled hunks was just the bonus. What filled her mind was that she had two cocks in one place. The flash of her masturbation preference made her tighten. Both men moaned, both cocks throbbing in reply. She came undone. The sensitivity spilling into another orgasm. A wet, gush exploded as she moaned and shifted. Boone pushed and she knew he was all the way in thanks to the peak.

“I’m in,” announced Boone. “Oh, Ladybug…”

She tightened at his words, prompting him to start grinding. The hard boner teamed with his girthy cock unwound her. Another orgasm exploded, firing a chain of pleasure she hadn’t been prepared to experience. Lucan released her, allowing her to arch back into Boone who thrusted harder, faster. A tongue lapped a nipple into lips. Clawed hands lifting her, shifting her until both hardened pistons pumped in turn while her screaming voice became the roar of their results. Eyes rolled back, she lost herself to it all, giving complete trust to the monsters who took her hostage in the throes of passion. Boone pushed forward hard and fast. He peaked, the heat of his release making Lucan abandon his sucking. Another howl erupted as he too filled her with yet another release. Her body shook and shivered with the erogenous jubilation. She had just taken to cocks and they peaked with her.

They all stilled, panting and riding out the tendrils of the group orgasm. She was so wet down there from herself and her newfound lovers. She shifted and they moaned, but one very important element was revealed and she wasn’t going to risk delaying it further.

“Good boy, Lucan. Now I just need you to pull out.” It was her turn to be coy with her words.

His ears flattened, but he smirked. “As you wish, moonshine.” 

Kissing her, tongue twining with her own for a moment, he let go of her. Boone pulled out, and with shaking knees, helped her up and off Lucan’s lap. As she managed to stand, she looked down as hot cum trickled down her leg in alarming amounts. Looking at them both, she was wondering how much do monsters release.

“A lot,” answered Boone, looking away with red cheeks. “We produce a lot.”

Lucan laughed as his fingers stroked his last bitemark. “Oh, it’s more than that.” She locked eyes with him and he added, “Being with a fated mate triggers you to over produce.”

Wilma swallowed as the information sunk in. Fated mate. Lots of cum. Eyes widened.

“You’re trying to knock me up?” Anger filled her.

Boone waved his hands. “No, but that’s the instinct. Please know being supernatural,” Boone wagged a finger between them, “We can shoot blanks at will. I didn’t say that earlier because I wasn’t sure if you … would believe me.”

Relief washed over her as they aided her to sit in the chair. “What a mess. No idea what I’m getting myself into, but I can’t…”

“And I’d kill them.” Tenzin's voice hit her like a lightning strike filled with fear and excitement. “You’re out, now let’s get her a generator. Everyone OUT. Stop touching her, she’s had enough.”

“Who are you to decide that for me?” Wilma bowed up from where she sat not trusting her baby deer legs was gone.

Tenzin’s eyes rolled over her, lingering longer on her lips then where he had touched her moments before. “They’ll keep going if you wish, but…” Tenzin snapped his mouth closed, his jaw muscle twitching. 

A thought crossed her mind and she couldn’t stop herself. “So jealous.”

Tenzin cast a heated glare and walked out the door into the snowstorm completely naked in his human form, leaving the door wide open and allowing the brisk cold ruin the heat of arousal filling her.

Why do I feel excited at the idea that Tenzin was definitely watching us and his cock is harder than before?

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