Chapter 4: The Pack's Claim
The elders' hall was still buzzing with the low murmur of their conference when Carol seized Albert's wrist and pulled him through the doorway. Joy was right behind, her small hand pressing against the small of his back, steering him past the threshold and into the night.
The twin moons hung fat and silver over the clearing, and the first thing he registered was the sound. A low, keening chorus of whimpers and gasps rising from the communal fire pit. The embers glowed a dull orange in their stone ring, casting just enough light to reveal the tangle of bodies writhing across the packed earth, licking each other's cunts, playing with perky breasts and stiff nipples, their fur-tipped ears twitching and tails curling with desperate need as fingers slid through wet folds and teeth nipped at sensitive skin.. The air was thick with the musk of their arousal, so potent it made his cock twitch in his trousers.
Twenty-four women. Twenty-four glowing forms, shades of green and blue and violet and copper, all tangled together in a sinuous, shifting mass of limbs and tails and breasts. Their fur-tipped ears twitched, their tails lashed and curled, and their hands moved over each other with desperate, grasping urgency. The air was thick with musk and the scent of their slick, so heavy it coated the back of his throat.
"Gods," Albert breathed.
"Your doing," Joy said, her voice a delighted purr at his ear. Her small hand slid around his waist and down his belly, fingers brushing the waistband of his trousers. "Your scent, your thoughts, your heat. You lit every fire in this village, little man."
Carol's arm looped around his shoulders, drawing him against the long, cool length of her body. She tilted his chin up with two clawed fingers. "The elders will make their judgment in their own time. But the clan is not patient. If you are to be ours, you must prove yourself to all of us."
Albert's heart hammered. "One by one?"
One by one or two by two you will eat one while fucking another, your tongue buried deep in her sweet cunt as your cock slams into another's tight, wet heat. YYou may have three: one to eat, one to fuck doggie style with your balls slapping her ass as you savage her cunt, and one to peg your ass with something thick and ridged to make your prostate scream while you're buried deep in their heat.. They'll take you until your cock aches and your balls are empty and your ass is sore from the pegging and spankings. Your mouth will be full of sweet nectar while your cock is buried in velvet heat, and your ass will be stretched wide by their skilled hands. They'll make you beg for more, then give you more until you can't take anymore.." Carol confirmed, and her tail curled around his thigh like a warm, living rope. "Or they will take you by turns. The pack does not share well when the heat is on them and when able you will watch them pleasure each other." you will need the potion to keep you hard and sensitive everywhere. you will be hard and sensitive for weeks able to cum as many times as simulated, your cock throbbing and aching with need, your balls heavy and full, while they take turns riding you, their wet cunts milking you dry again and again until you're screaming for mercy but they won't stop, not until every drop of your essence is spent and your body is wrung out, limp and trembling from the relentless pleasure. You will eat every one of us until our cunts drip with pleasure and fuck our cunts until we cum on your cock spend your seed deep in all our tight pussies including the elders' experienced holes out here under the twin moons in front of all of us. You'll taste each of us, your tongue buried deep inside our wet folds, making us scream your name as we soak your face with our juices, then you'll fuck us raw and hard, stretching our cunts wide as you pump us full of your hot cum until it drips from our swollen lips.
As if summoned by her words, the nearest woman broke from the pile. She was tall, six foot four, with deep indigo skin that glowed a soft ultraviolet. Her breasts were heavy and tipped with dark nipples, slick with another woman's attention. Her eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, and she crawled across the earth toward Albert with a predator's grace.
"Please," she rasped, and her voice was raw with need. "Please, I can smell him. Gods, I can smell him."
Joy giggled and stepped aside, pulling Albert's tunic up over his head. The night air hit his bare chest and he shivered, but the indigo woman's heat radiated toward him like a furnace. She reached him, pressed her face to his belly, and inhaled deeply. Her tongue licked a wet stripe up his sternum, and he heard himself choke.
"Easy, Sable," Carol murmured, but her hand was already unbuckling Albert's belt. His trousers slid down his hips, and Joy knelt behind him, her small fingers hooking into his underwear and drawing them away.
He was already hard. Painfully hard. His cock jutted out in the moonlight, nine and a half inches of thick, veined flesh, and he saw the indigo woman's eyes go wide. A hush seemed to ripple outward from them, cutting through the moaning of the pack. Heads turned. Glowing eyes fixed on him.
"Gods above," a voice breathed from the pile. "Look at that thing."
Sable's hands closed around his shaft, and the touch jolted through him like lightning. She was trembling. "So thick. So much bigger than our males ever were. How do you carry this, little man?"
"With great difficulty," Albert gasped.
Her laugh was a breathless, broken sound. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, and the heat of her tongue against his sensitive flesh made his knees buckle. Joy caught him from behind, pressing her small, firm breasts against his back, her nipples hard against his spine.
"Careful," Joy whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "You have a whole clan to satisfy."
Sable worked him with a frantic hunger, taking him deeper. Her throat rippled around him and he felt the pressure build, but he wasn't going to last. Not with five other women now crawling toward him, their hands outstretched, their tails twitching with eagerness.
Carol stepped in front of him and cupped his face. "Look at me."
He did. Her purple eyes were molten, swimming with heat and a strange, tender urgency.
"When you come," she said, "you will do so inside one of us. That is the bond. That is the claim. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he managed.
"Then survive," she murmured, and stepped back into the ring of watching women.
Sable pulled off his cock with a wet pop, panting. She lay back on the packed earth and spread her legs wide, and he saw the glistening pink of her, utterly slick, practically dripping onto the ground. Her hand reached down and her fingers spread herself open for him.
"Please," she begged. "Claim me. Please, I need it."
The other women closed around them like a tide. Hands stroked his back, his hips, his thighs. Tails curled around his ankles and wrists. A woman with bronze skin pressed her breasts to his shoulder blades. Another with pearl-white fur ghosted her fingers through his hair. He was surrounded, cocooned, devoured by their attention.
But his eyes were fixed on Sable's spread thighs, her glistening cunt, her desperate, pleading face.
He lowered himself over her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. Her fingers guided the head of his cock to her entrance and she let out a keening whimper as the thick head pressed against her.
"Now," she gasped. "Now, now, now."
He pushed. Her body opened for him like a sigh, scalding hot, impossibly tight. She cried out, a sharp, piercing sound that dissolved into a sob of pleasure, and her inner walls rippled around him, gripping him as if they never meant to let go.
"Fuck," she breathed. "Oh, fuck, yes. More. Give me more."
He thrust deeper, and the pack moaned in unison. Hands roamed his body, mouths pressed to his skin. He felt a tongue lick the back of his neck, a pair of breasts slide against his ribs. He was lost in a sea of glowing women, all of them watching him fuck one of their sisters, all of them trembling with the same shared fire.
Sable's claws dug into his back. Her hips surged against him, desperate, animal, and he drove into her again and again, the wet slap of their bodies filling the clearing. Her mind brushed his like a spark, a flicker of sensation, pleasure, need, and he felt her approaching climax like a tide rising.
"With me," he gasped, not knowing why, but feeling the words right. "Come with me."
She screamed. Her body seized and convulsed around him, her cunt milking him with savage intensity, and he buried himself as deep as he could and let go. His come flooded into her in a hot, pulsing rush, and he felt the psychic shockwave ripple through the pack, a shared gasp of ecstasy that had every woman in the clearing shuddering and moaning.
Sable collapsed beneath him, boneless, gasping, her eyes rolled back. But before he could breathe, hands were already pulling at him, rolling him off her, dragging him across the earth to where a pair of women with russet skin lay waiting, legs open, arms reaching.
Joy sang from somewhere behind him, her voice bright with delight. "And you've only just begun, stud of a man." Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as her claws traced down his spine, sending shivers through him. The scent of their arousal hung thick in the air, mingling with the earthy smell of the ground beneath them.
The russet-skinned women moved in perfect, predatory sync as they pulled Albert between them. One was tall, near Carol's height, with a mane of deep copper hair spilling over her shoulders. The other was shorter, built thick through the hips and thighs, her breasts heavy and swaying as she crawled over him. They flanked him like matched bookends, tongues already tracing down his flanks, tasting the sweat and Sable's slick that coated his skin.
"You smell divine," the tall one breathed against his neck. Her name was Marrow, and her voice was a low, rolling thunder in his ear. "Like spun sugar and lightning."
"I want his taste," the shorter one said, and her name was Fen. She pushed her face between his legs and licked a wide, wet stripe up his shaft, then lapped at his heavy balls. "Oh, yes. He's delicious."
Marrow straddled his chest, her slick thighs settling on either side of his head. "Eat me while my sister claims you. I want your tongue in my cunt when you come inside her."
Albert's hands shot up, gripping her hips as she lowered her wet, swollen sex over his mouth. The taste of her flooded his senses, musky and sweet and utterly feminine. He drove his tongue into her and she moaned, grinding against his face, her claws tangling in his hair as she rode his mouth.
Fen positioned herself over his cock. She was dripping, her russet folds glistening in the moonlight, and she reached down to grip his shaft, guiding the thick head to her entrance. She sank down in one slow, devastating motion, and Albert howled into Marrow's cunt as Fen's body swallowed him whole.
"Fuck," Fen gasped, her head falling back. "So full. So fucking full."
The psychic shockwave hit him again, harder this time. He felt Fen's pleasure as if it were his own, her inner walls rippling and gripping, her clit throbbing in time with his heartbeat. And through the bond he felt Marrow's need too, her desperation as she ground against his face, her juices running down his chin.
He ate her like a starving man, lapping at her clit, thrusting his tongue deep into her while Fen bounced on his cock above him. The pack circled like wolves, tails brushing his arms and legs, hands reaching in to caress whatever skin they could find. The tall copper-skinned woman of the pile pressed her breasts to his thigh, licking the corded muscle of his hip, while another with pale violet fur slid her fingers between her own legs as she watched.
"More," Fen gasped, riding him faster. "Give me more, I'm so close, I'm so—"
Her climax tore through her, and it tore through him. He felt every shudder of her walls convulsing around his shaft, every hot gush of her release, and his own orgasm surged like a dam breaking. He poured himself into her with a hoarse, broken cry, and the psychic ripple flooded the clearing, setting off a chain reaction of moans and screams as women came undone around him.
And still Marrow rode his face, unfulfilled, desperate. Her hips bucked harder, her fingers tightened in his hair, and she stretched her neck up to the moon and keened as her own climax finally broke, soaking his face with her release. He licked her through it, drinking every drop until she collapsed beside him, panting.
The pack didn't give him a breath. Hands dragged him up, spun him around. He was on his hands and knees now, a woman with silver-furred legs pressing her cunt to his mouth from the front while another knelt behind him and guided his still-hard cock into her waiting heat. The bond flickered and flared with every new connection, adding voices to the chorus in his skull.
Joy appeared at his side, crouching low. Her small green hand found his balls and cupped them, fingers exploring the weight. "You're still hard," she marveled, delight evident in her voice. "We drained you twice and you're still hard. The potion is holding."
"Potion?" Albert managed, his tongue buried in the silver woman's slick folds.
"The elders prepared it," Carol said, appearing on his other side. "Guest root extract and nightbloom. It keeps you hard and sensitive, stops you from going soft no matter how many of us you fill. You'll feel everything twice as keenly and come as many times as we need you to."
"Is that safe?" he gasped.
Carol's smile was slow and predatory. "For you? Probably not. But you'll survive." She leaned in and kissed his temple. "We need you to. You're ours now."
Behind him, the woman riding his cock moaned and shuddered, her climax rippling through her and into him. He felt it echoed a hundredfold, the pack's collective pleasure feeding back into his nervous system until his whole body sang with it. He came again, buried deep inside her, and she collapsed forward, and they rolled him onto his back, and another woman took his cock.
He lost count. He lost himself. There were breasts pressed to his face, cunts grinding into his mouth, tails curling around his wrists and ankles. There were hands everywhere, stroking him, milking him, driving him relentlessly toward pleasure after pleasure. He came inside a woman with orange fur, then a woman with white skin and red eyes. He ate a woman with deep blue skin like Carol's while another with moss-green thighs straddled his face and rode his tongue.
The bond grew. Every woman he joined became a thread in the web of his consciousness, and through them he felt all the others, a great pulsing tapestry of desire and satisfaction. He felt their heat as his own, and his heat fed theirs, a feedback loop that showed no sign of slowing.
"I can't," he gasped at some point, the words torn from him. "I can't keep going. You'll kill me."
"No, we won't," Joy purred, stroking his cheek. "The potion won't let you die. It's made from the same bark the elders use to keep themselves young. You'll ache in the morning, oh yes, but you'll be alive. And ours."