Page 89 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

“Oh my fucking god-” I gasp when Jay wastes no time, giving me his knott with each stroke.

“You take it so well, Gorgeous,” Jay moans, and Saint comes up behind him, letting Jay lean back into his chest for better leverage.

“You guys are so fucking hot-” I moan, reaching down to sweep my clit, bringing release crashing over my senses.

“Likewise, Gorgeous,” Jay says while Saint moans, “Right back at you, Love.”

“Please, can I have you both?” I beg, tilting my hips in time with Jay’s frantic thrusts.

“Anything you want,” Jay gasps, pumping into me and stalling.

“Both of you, lay down, dicks together-” I reply, giving them the universal symbol for scissoring. Two peace signs laced together. Jay places me back down on the ground, and then the two of them move practically in unison.

Laying on the forest floor, Jay and Saint look like every single one of my fantasies, and then some. One hand stretched behind his head, Saint’s cinnamon fur starkly contrasts the snow and Jay’s silver fur. Jay lays with his elbow propped on the ground, holding his and Saint’s dicks upright, our shared wetness gleaming in the moonlight. Dropping to my knees, I open my mouth as wide as I can, stretching my tongue out to taste them, taking both of their cocks into my mouth.

Just like the rest of them, Jay and Saint are built similarly. Handsome, wolfish with a pair of long cocks– and they’re all mine.

As I swirl my tongue around the fat tip of their cocks, grazing my wolfish teeth against the shaft of Saint, the boys moan.

And then, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to wait. I move, kneeling above them. First, I sink down on Saint's cock, then rise and sink down on Jay’s. Back and forth, I take them one at a time, then, slowly, ever so slowly, I sink down on the combinedgirth of JayandSaint– moaning and whimpering with the stretch– thedeliciousfullness.

“Mother ofgod-” Saint groans, gripping my hips to keep me in place, fully seated on both of them– knott and all.

“You’re so fuckingperfect,” Jay moans, pushing his hips up impossibly deeper.

“It’s so much,” I pant, wondering if I have actually lost my mind.

“You’re doing so good, though, love,” Saint moans, drawing his cock out, then back in just enough to make me moan.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yes. Fucking perfect, Gorgeous.”

"Show us how you can take it, Tiny- you can do it," Saint pants, running his hands up my spine.

Slowly, the three of us begin to move, drawing more sounds from my throat, more desperate clawing at their skin.

"That's it," Jay encourages, running his tongue up my chest.

“I’m not gonna fucking last you’re so good, Tiny,” Saint moans, throwing his head back, letting out a soft howl that almost sounds like a whimper.

“I want to cum on your cocks. Please make me cum?” I start begging, rubbing my clit faster and faster, lifting my hips in the same rhythm.

“Your wish is our command, Gorgeous,” Jay quips, and Saint lets out a whimper as they pick up the pace. Then, Saint reaches up to grip my throat while Jay plunges his fingers into my open mouth.

“Come on, give it to us,” Saint encourages me, saying,“Take these fucking knotts like the good girl you are.”

And that's all It takes. my orgasm rips through my body, seizing my lungs and locking my muscles, turning me limp in their arms.

“You want us to cum for you, Gorgeous?” Jay pants, his movements turning jerky, voice strained.

“Please- Fill me up, give it to me!” I scream, still riding that wave of pleasure.

Jay and Saint let out a sound that echoes mine, morphing into a howl as they lock their arms around my hips, pushing me down on their cocks as far as I can go, locking us all together.

In the cold winter air, our breath creates great big plumes of fog until it drifts into the barren canopy and dissipates in the wind.

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