Moonfire Bride: The One they all betrayed...till she awakened

The air reeked of sex, alcohol, soft music, and the laughter of drunk wolves.

The windows were covered by heavy velvet curtains, and the light flickered between blue and red all the time. A lot of men had naked, happy women sitting on their legs, smiling as they served them pleasure over and over again.

Inside the rooms of this brothel, the sound of sex was even heavier and the scent, thicker. The atmosphere was an effortless paradox of ancient civility and animalistic instinct.

A certain room had been privately reserved for someone special tonight, as the madame of the brothel had specifically warned everyone not to bother whoever was in that room.

The lights were dimly lit, heavy with desire and lust. Three naked, large wolves surrounded one woman.

Her legs were sprawled open on the soft bed, dark hair thrown back as sweat rolled down her soft, delicate skin that looked like it’d never been subjected to any form of work before.

Her heavy was heavy and fast, a look of deep pleasure in her eyes as one of the wolves thrust into her pussy over and over again, as hard as she wanted it.

The other sat behind her, her back against his chest while his fingers caressed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his wet, lubricated hands just the way she wanted it.

She moaned, spreading her legs even more while the wolf growled against her walls. His thrusts increased even more, the sound of his waist against hers echoing through the walls and to the other rooms in the brothel.

The depth and height of her moans increased. She looked rooted in pleasure, chasing that high sense while her breasts bounced with every hard thrust that drove her insane.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Her pussy wanted more.

It wanted so much more.

She looked up at the third man, through the pleasure tears in her eyes and crooked a finger at him. He stepped closer obediently, his hard, ready cock looking directly at her face.

She put it into her mouth, letting her tongue roll around the pink cap, then she let it pop out again. ”Turn me over,” She instructed.

He placed one hand around her waist and did as she asked, so her back was now against the bed. The cock inside her slipped out, her pussy leaking of juices as she adjusted, standing on all fours.

”Both of you, fuck me now!” She breathed heavily.

Both men settled around her, one lying under her while the other stood on both knees behind her. Soon enough, two cocks were sliding into her asshole and pussy, disrespectfully.

They both fucked her recklessly, giving her that extra pleasure that she needed to satisfy the hunger in her.

The last time leaned closer to her beautiful face and took her mouth in his, muffling every dirty, loud moan that escaped her tongue.

”Uhhhhhh,” Her dark hair fell over her face, sliding between their rolling lips, ”Yesss! More!!!”

The bed shook so hard under them it looked like it was about to snap, but nobody cared at all.

”Harder!!” She screamed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, ”Harder! Fuck me harder!!” She cried.

They forced her legs apart even more, their cocks slamming into depths inside her that made her toes curl and her stomach twist.

One of them reached up and took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while he pinched and pulled the other between his fingers.

”Uhhhhh...,” Her body began to surrender to the incoming feeling, ”Yesss, fuck that pussy! Screw that ass!”

They pumped into her, using all their wolf strength, and she rode them like she was born to do it.

When the orgasm finally hit her, she threw her head back and liquid spilled out of her aching pussy, walls clenching like it would never stop. She screamed again on the top of her lungs, swear running down her body like she’d just stepped out of a bath.

But she didn’t let it end there.

Instantly, she flipped herself around and pulled one of the male whores, throwing her legs apart and shoving his head to her pussy again.

His tongue pushed in and out of her, teeth dragging against soft, sensitive skin that made her back arched off the bed.

The other two feasted on her nipples, cocks rubbing against her supple skin.

She grabbed one’s hand and threw it on her clit, so he could rub them again. He pressed the red, abused skin and pinched it hard between his thumb and Index finger again till he was sure he had drawn blood.

”Yes!!!” She cried, rubbing their heads and pulling their hairs, ”Don’t fucking stop!”

Suddenly, she pushed the two on her breasts off and knelt on the bed, sitting directly on the face of the whore eating her pussy, then she began riding his face hard.

His teeth grazed her folds again, his tongue fucking inside of her, and she threw her head back as pleasure ripped into her core.

That was when she noticed a particular, familiar figure standing inside the door, very close to the leaning, casually leaning against the wall and staring at them.

At her.

With a hard expression on his face.

Her lips curved softly, and more lust was ignited inside of her, knowing someone was watching. She rode his face even faster, even deeper, while enjoying his eyes on her.

There was just something so electric and primally sexual knowing you were being watched while naked and horny.

The feeling almost drove her to insanity, and she rocked through her orgasm again and fucked his face even harder, her body vibrating and trembling as spasms hit every inch of her body.

She collapsed on the body, breathing hard.

She never took her eyes off him.

Neither did he.

A few seconds passed, till she found her voice again. Till the height of her orgasm began falling back to earth, then she spoke once, ”Get out.”

She wasn’t referring to the man.

The three males, without a word, walked out of the room with their ripping, sweaty bodies and their huge, hanging cocks, walking past the man standing in the shadows.

Once they were gone, the woman remained sprawled on the bed without a care for her nudity. Her pussy still squirted out remains of her orgasm, her big round breasts filled with bite marks and her nipples still as hard as ever.

”I never took you for the type that would watch his own sister get fucked,” Selene uttered, the wicked smirk still stamped upon her lips.

”And I never took you for the type that enjoyed knowing her brother was watching her getting fucked,” Cassian replied.

She kept watching him closely, letting her fingers trail down her hot, naked skin slowly, around her breasts, down her naked till one finger was slipping into her pussy. Still watching him, she began pumping in and out slowly, letting out soft moans, before she brought the finger to her lips and suckled on them, ”Hm, would you like to have a taste?”