Seven –
Natasia propped herself up against a velvet pillow, purring softly as her back melted into the cushion, twirling the golden tassels between her fingers. She shut her eyes, her fingers grazing the egyptian cotton, silk blend sheets that canvased the mattress, a stunning shade of turquoise blue. She looked down, puzzled. She wondered why she had on her licorice black, lace trimmed nightgown. The last time she wore this, her heart belonged to another man. Even more so – why wasn't she wearing anything underneath?
The dark, frigid room was overcast by a strange, misty white fog. Natasia breathed in the sweetened, earthly smell, resembling sandalwood, drifting through the air. Anxiety slowly crept over her body as she grew increasingly perplexed about her surroundings. It was almost pitch-black; the only source of illumination was from a row of candles seemingly suspended in midair.
Two looming figures crawled out of the shadows. Vicente and Wei appeared, towering over her in their lycan form. The flawless white and the glossy black of their fur glowed under the candlelight. Dropping on all fours, they continued to crawl towards her, breathing vigorously through their snouts. Simultaneously, they sprang from their hind legs, transforming in mid-jump into their naked human forms.
Natasia gasped, her heart drumming against her chest as her eyes fell instinctively to the dangling manhood between their legs, shrouded with bushes of dark hair. Vicente's frame was lean and somewhat gaunt, his complexion pallid, whereas Wei was athletic and firm-chested, his slightly leathery skin slick and bronzed. They stood at the edge of the bed, peering down at her, the same look of yearning frenzy wild in their eyes. Vicente traced a finger from her nose to her lips. Wei wrapped one hand around the pole between his legs, slowly sliding up and down as he eyed the deep, shadowy line of Natasia's heavy cleavage. They each slipped a hand under the hem of her nightgown and slowly pulled it over her head.
“Face down, ass up,” breathed Wei.
She complied, burying her face in the pillow, sprawled out across the bed, her voluptuous buttocks raised, supporting her frame with her elbows and nervous knees. Her heart pounded, her ears buzzing as the warm, sticky juice leaking down the insides of her thighs. She flinched, her knees quivering, as she felt the moist jabs of their tongues, flicking against the creases of her buttocks. Her knotted hair matted against her sweaty cheeks, the sound from her mouth stifled by the pillow.
Vicente kneeled over Natasia, the pole between his legs swelling as he grabbed hold of her plump, pendant breasts, slightly spilling out the cups of his hand. He hungrily caressed them as they lightly swung back and forth. He forced his head between the supple cushions of her milky white breasts, breathing deeply, swirling his tongue, the brine of her heated perspiration in his mouth. He separated her breasts and released them, the globes of her breasts smacking his cheeks loudly. His tongue circled around the large, light brown areola that centered her breast. He covered her puffy nipple with his mouth and began sucking, twisting her other nipple with his free hand.
“You're so fucking beautiful. Every fucking bit of you.” The sound of Wei's husky voice sent electrifying chills down her spine.
Wei spread her legs apart further, her thick thighs gently jiggling as he positioned her, his hands clenched under her buttocks. He breathed in the strong, musky scent of her vagina as he began to skim the folds delicately with his fingertips, before suddenly slipping in a long, curved finger, sliding in and out rhythmically. Her knees threatening to buckle, she let out a sultry moan.
Without a word, the pair suddenly turned her over to her back, their fingernails digging into the creases of her fleshy hips. The buxom curves of her stomach flattened as Natasia lay trembling, the insides of her thighs glistening. Vicente hovered over her, his hand firmly gripped around his throbbing cock, smiling as he pushed the pink tip past her lips. Natasia gagged as the length grazed the back of her throat, her eyes welling up as Vicente held the back of her head. Wei shoved his head between her legs, wolfishly lapping at her folds, tugging at the button of her clit gently with his teeth. She clawed at the sheets, her body writhing in pleasure, his goatee moist with her juices, and his beard tickling the insides of her thighs.
“Daddy?”
Natasia jerked her head to the side. Aurora stood before them, dressed in a flowing white nightgown. Her vibrant red hair seemed dull, hanging limply past her shoulders. Her mouth hung open, her feet rooted to the ground in shock. Her piercing blue eyes were a flat shade of gunmetal gray. A deeply pained expression spread across her face. In an instant, her eyes glowed crimson, her lips unfurling as she released a piercing, blood-curling scream.
Natasia bounced up, her eyes snapping open. Twitching and disoriented, she rubbed her eyes furiously. She looked around at her surroundings in utter confusion, sighing in relief as she recognized the messy clutter that was her bedroom.