Free 4: Jack - In The Pack by Carys Weldon

moans--and a few pops and painful snaps--I saw crinos females, though, when they finally slipped into the clearing around the lake.
     
     
    But they weren’t all alike, that’s for damn sure. Some were hairier, bigger. Others prettier, more graceful. I noticed, perhaps because my brain was working on more than one level, that their ears were much bigger than Giselle’s had been.
     
     
    Ah, I smiled, words from Little Red Riding Hood came to mind. The better to hear you with, my dear. Now I got it.
     
     
    And when they all smiled in return and I saw their glinting fangs, I remembered the other part. The better to eat you with, my dear.
     
     
    Of course, that made me remember Giselle, and the eating she’d taught me, shared with me. My cock rose up and I spread my arms, joking, “Who’s first?”
     
     
    You could say they pounced me.
     
     
    Before I knew it, they were all over me. I was taken down, and they were sniffing, licking me--all over. From my wrists to my ankles. Sucking all my appendages. Each finger, each clawed toe. And one leaned over my head, upside down, and slid her tongue in my mouth. Then she mimicked with a ‘Hoover maneuver’ on my tongue what the bitch at my crotch was doing to my, um, manhood.
     
     
    Holy fucking schmoly!
     
     
    From the chest worship, tongues in my ears, down to the face between my legs, licking my balls, I was absolutely laid out. Like ants, they crawled over me, readjusted, traded positions. And I had to wonder, had I died and gone to heaven? Or were these the succubi of the devil’s own?
     
     
    Nah, I concluded, they were angels of mercy. Liberators of the sexual tension that had strung my nerves and tightened every muscle in my body. Freedom fighters who worked nonstop to set the insatiable lust within me free of its bondage.
     
     
    More than one of them sucked me dry, dehydrated me to the point where I passed out, then revived me. I don’t know if my ability to perform was because of the enhanced DNA flushing through me, or an injected Viagra and testosterone stimulant. At the time, I didn’t really care. I was dragged into the world of darkness that garou live in all the time.
     
     
    The minute was all I lived for. From one minute to the next. One woman to the other. I don’t know when they began shifting. Perhaps it was upon my shift back to human?
     
     
    Because of the medication, it was remarkably painless. I didn’t know the night had passed, that the moon had disappeared in the outside world. In the arboretum, the moon was still up, illuminating my lovers with fascinating slivers of light that undulated over them, through breeze-wafting limbs of real trees that groaned, like us, as the simulated winds picked up, carried scents back and forth--drove me wild.
     
     
    I can say that, for me, there is truth to the consideration that the bitten change with the phases of the moon. But our heightened urges, they stay with us, drive us through our days, make it hard to contain ourselves. And during the initial meta-changes, libido and hormones, hungers and lusts--they don’t phase out with the moon. At least, for me they didn’t. But I can’t be sure what was drug-induced and what was not. I’m thinking that ‘they’ may have pushed me with their narcotics. It doesn’t really matter. I went with it. I don’t know when I decided to give in completely.
     
     
    But I did. I had my hand on every ass, squeezed every breast, had my tongue down every throat--and up every cunt. My cock was in every hole, too. Some more than once. I couldn’t keep track, so I made sure they were all satisfied. Doubly satisfied.
     
     
    It didn’t end there, the orgy. Yes, I recognize the love-fest, lust-fest for what it was. It was the night of my total degradation, my integration into the pack.
     
     
    Just when I thought I couldn’t think any more, their heads snapped up. We heard rustling in the bushes. Some of them took off. I tried to sit up, asked,