Alexia headed down the dungeon steps of Woolsey castle in pursuit of her dear husband Conall. Being a "curse-breaker", Alexia regularly spent the monthly full moon doing just that. Keeping physical contact all night to maintain Lord Maccons human form was not difficult. That man was sexually insatiable, and with all those enormous muscles Alexia was happy to oblige. Being a pretty substantial woman, it was not easy to toss her around like he does. Just thinking about being held by her exceptionally large husband made Alexia's stomach flutter. She paused her decent to collect herself by bracing against the castle wall. Alexia caught a glimpse of the full moon shining beautifully through the window and became enraptured in thought, but howling reverberated off the stone walls, pulling Alexia out of her trance and returning to her task.
Down In the castle dungeon, a claviger has made a terrible mistake of locking the alpha and his beta in the same cell. Professor Lyall, the regular monthly occupant of this cell, stuck to the shadows and paced anxiously around his alpha. Even in full moon madness he was quite reserved for a werewolf but bloodlust still coursed through him. He huffed and growled as he paced and his sandy brown fur stood up straight on his hackles. Conall, on the other hand was out of practice. He had not had to suffer the curse of the full moon for nearly a year due to marrying a preternatural. Instead of howling at the moon, he normally spent the entire night ravishing his wife's body. Even In human form the moon still seemed to have a grip on him. Instead of bloodlust it just became lust.
but she's late. Lord Maccon thought. His lips curled as he growled at the bars. And that idiot claviger locked me in here with Lyall. Lord Maccon snapped at Professor Lyall, the fur on his muzzle bristling as he gave a menacing growl. Both wolves were Incredibly distressed at this whole situation. Lyall snapped back and they began to circle each other and snarling just as Alexia reached the bottom of the steps.
She gasped at seeing the two wolves sharing a cell. "Good heavens!" She yelled unlocking the door. "Who did this?! Was it Bigsby?! That new claviger is an absolute nuisance." She traipsed inside the cell shutting the door behind her and touching both wolves before they could snap at her. They grossly changed back into their human forms, with the breaking of bones, tearing of muscle and sinew, until both men stood naked before her.
Lord Maccon smiled down at his wife and kissed her on the mouth.
"Yer late" he said before kissing down the side of her neck.
"God, you smell good." Alexia let out a sigh through her nose and closed her eyes, leaning into his kisses. She missed him.
Professer Lyall watched, filled with turmoil. Heat flushed his face. He could not seem to look away as his Lord and Lady proceeded to get more and more intimate. Had he no shame? Where had it gone? He agonized. Never having experienced the lust end of the curse without blood in front of it. Lady Maccon both looked and smelled mouth watering. He wanted to know what she tasted like … He shook his head trying to lose the intrusive thoughts. Then he stared at her hand planted firmly in the center of his chest and began breathing heavily. Blood rushed to his crotch.
Conall had one hand twisted into Lady Maccons hair, mussing it up something awful, and the other desperately trying to get her out of her dress. Lord Maccon, unable to help himself, bit down on the exposed flesh between Alexia's neck and shoulder. She let out a gasp and let her head loll backward. Lyall's mouth dropped open and actually began drooling. He blushed and shook his head again, terribly embarrassed at his lack of self control. Conall, watching his betas internal struggle with a side eye, held in a chuckle.
Professor Lyall began trembling and became all over sweaty. His self control taking his entire focus. Desperately trying to hold himself back. Trying not to think about ripping the dress off of Lady Maccon himself…and licking her from head to toe… without thinking he lifted Alexia's hand from his chest to his mouth and sucked her index finger.
Lady Maccon's eyes popped open in surprise. Her mouth agape with shock. Lord Maccon, not one to miss an opportunity, stuck his tongue in it and she moaned into his mouth.
Successfully having undone the back of her dress, Lord Maccon still struggled to pull it off her without severing the curse-breaking touch between her and Lyall. Then he got an idea. A wonderful, disgusting, sinister idea. He smirked and whispered into his dear wife's ear.
"Really? You think so?" Alexia smiled at Lyall who still had her finger in his mouth.
"'Aye, I ken so."
Alexia took two slow steps towards Professor Lyall, closing the distance between them. His breath was ragged. This poor man was barely holding it together. She removed her finger from his mouth and ran her hand along his smooth cheek, then around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The professor stopped trembling and kissed her back. Hesitant at first but with increased gusto. Giving in to his instincts.
Lord Maccon took advantage of the new point of contact between them and removed Alexia from her dress. Careful to maintain contact with her he worked on undoing her corset.
Lyall's member now stood at full attention and throbbed as they kissed. He whined into Alexia's mouth and pressed against her, sandwiching her between himself and Lord Maccon. She moaned into his lips and felt a gush of wetness dampen her bloomers. Both werewolves smelled it and a shudder ran through the pair of them. Alexia pressed her hips against Lyall's, rubbing her clitoris along the length of professor Lyall's hard cock, only a thin piece of wet fabric keeping them apart. Another rush of blood surged through Lyall, making him even harder. They both groaned with pleasure.
With most of the stays undone, Lady Maccon's corset was pushed down to her hips and Conall grabbed a bare breast with one massive paw and began nibbling her neck. Lyall kneeled and took the other free breast in his mouth. Alexia moaned and leaned her head back onto Conall's chest. Lyall pushed her corset down the rest of the way and it took her bloomers with it. He stared up at her, drinking her in, finally she was as naked as the rest of them. Both men were inconsolably ravenous and their lady was a buffet.
Lord Maccon ran his hands down Alexia's front. Caressing her body, and appreciating her curves. With one giant finger Conall slipped between the lips of her vagina. Her mouth parted and a breathy moan slipped out. Pleased with her reaction, he teased her clitoris in a circular motion. Lady Maccon moaned louder, writhed and gushed again. He reached lower and pushed a finger inside her.
"Oh God, Conall…" she panted as she helplessly bucked her hips against his hand. "Please…"
Lord Maccon picked up his lady by the legs. A thigh in each hand. Presenting her beautiful dripping vulva inches from professor Lyall's face. She looked down at Lyall's head between her splayed legs. He looked back at her, stunned for a moment. Then began to devour her without further hesitation. Lady Maccon squealed with pleasure. While licking her like melting ice cream on a hot day, he added two fingers inside of her and slowly pumped them in and out. Alexia intertwined her fingers into professor Lyall's hair, praying he wouldn't stop. The onslaught of his tongue was positively delightful and she was beginning to become all over tingly. Lyall pulled his fingers out and traded them for his tongue. Shoving it inside her as far as it would go. He ran his fingers along the length of her, spreading her wetness all the way to her pert little asshole. Despite his tendency to keep things tidy, he stuck his finger in it. A shudder ran through Alexia at the new sensation and she let out a most sultry noise.
Lord Maccon groaned as well, enjoying seeing his lady wife racked with pleasure. His cock throbbed trapped up against her low back. He lifted her slightly higher and it sprang out between her arse cheeks. Professor Lyall, being the excellent beta that he is, removed his finger and replaced it with the tip of his alphas cock. Lyall's mouth came off of Alexia's vagina with a delicious 'pop' sound as he sat back to drink in Lord Maccon slowly lowering Alexia onto his enormous cock. The way her asshole gripped his girthy penis made the professor salivate.
She cried out, breathless and chest heaving. Her hands groped around for something to stabilize her. Professor Lyall stood and her hands gratefully gripped his shoulders. Her face was scrunched up something beautiful and her mouth hung open as she took in sharp breaths.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her deeply. Conall moaned as she finally enveloped the entirety of his cock in her arse. He stayed there for a moment, relishing the feeling before beginning a slow rhythmic thrust.
Professor Lyall, without breaking their kiss, ran one hand down her body and teased her opening. Wondering how her vagina would feel with her back end occupied. He inserted two fingers into her and was scientifically surprised that he could feel Conall through the thin wall of flesh that separated her vagina from her arse. Lord Maccon's breath caught at the feel of Lyall's fingers.
Excited by his new discovery, Lyall grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her, getting it wet and teasing her clitoris with the tip of his penis. Alexia broke the kiss gasping in anticipation. Then Lyall pressed himself inside her. All three of them moaned together. Conall pulled out a little and then thrust inside her. Lyall gasped at the incredible sensation and began to do some thrusting of own. Pounding into Alexia and rubbing their cocks together within her. Lyall put a hand on her throat and she pulled his face into her bosom.
Alexia began to tense up.
"Gents…I'm…" she warned breathlessly. Lyall reached down and viciously rubbed her clitoris, throwing her clear over the edge. Alexia released a scream of pleasure as an orgasm ripped through her. Her whole world turned white and she began to shake. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on Lyall's cock. He swore but did not cease his onslaught of thrusts. Alexia's arsehole puckered around Conall's cock as her orgasm pulsed through her. Conall thrust back, grinding against Lyall's cock. Both men leaving rhythm behind and giving in to their baser instincts. Humping her desperately like animals.
Lady Maccon coming down from the high of her orgasm found that her holes were still being absolutely massacred. The pleasure being too intense for her to handle, Alexia squealed and squirmed involuntarily, sending both men into oblivion. They released inside of her, panting like dogs. Conall's knees wobbled but held. He rested his head on his Lady's shoulder and she kissed his sweaty head. Lyall stayed inside her for the moment. He laid his forehead against her collarbone, catching his breath. Then absentmindedly took a step backwards forgetting that touching Alexia was the only thing keeping him human. His bones immediately began breaking and reforming.
Alexia struggled against the confines of her husbands grip.
"Oh goodness Conall let me down!" Lord Maccon let go of her legs and as her feet hit the floor, her knees buckled. Conall lurched forward being careful to maintain physical contact with her. Thankfully she stumbled directly into professor Lyall, returning him to his human form who caught and instinctively wrapped his arms around her.
"Oh right, sorry. Slipped my mind."
Conall smirked and drank in the image of his wife. He eyed her appreciatively. Her skin was flushed from activity, hair undone and semen dripping down her legs. They've made a lovely mess of her. He sat down with the pair of them.
"You do this every full moon?" Asked professor Lyall. His tone falling somewhere in between judgement and jealousy.
"Aye" said Lord Maccon smugly.
"You dog." Lyall joked.
Professor Lyall, not normally being one for crude jokes or puns, caught Alexia off guard and she cackled. Lord Maccon snorted.
"So what now?" Asked the professor.
"Round 2?" Offered Alexia. "We're in for a long night."