But that didn't mean the other hunters would leave unsatisfied. They came, creeping up in the dark, guided by the constant flashes of light in the dark sky, no longer concerned with cunning or speed. They wouldn't be content with remaining simple observers, however; they'd participated in the Chase just as eagerly as Chaka had, and even though the victor had earned his right to breed with her, as a female, she had other ways to satisfy the rest.
Chann felt Chaka pull out of her, breaking their tie with a painful effort, leaving her open and empty; she whined and shook her hips to and fro, thrusting backwards, wanting to be filled again, to be taken. Then more hands than she ever expected touches her, curling around her arms, legs, around her waist, lifting her right up into the air. She cried out in fear, called out her lover's name in alarm--was he displeased with her somehow? "Chaka, where are you?" The thunder boomed behind her shout, threatening to swallow it whole.
"Hush," said a voice in her ear,. It was Tamba's voice, as soft and gentle as the touch of his tongue to her neck, tasting her new mate's bite mark set into her dark flesh. She heard so much in that one word--his lust for her, and his regret at not being fast enough to catch her. Chann had hoped he might be the one, but that chance was lost for good now.
Tamba and the other wolf-men holding Chann up turned her around. She saw Chaka lying upon the bed of wet leaves on his back, looking up at her, reaching out with his strong hands. The other hunters lowered Chann down onto him, filling up her empty cunt with her new mate's hard, lustful flesh; she cried out again, raising her head high and letting the entire forest hear the satisfaction of it. The feel of him retying to her, of his knot burrowing deep in her belly, was so satisfying that Chann wanted to weep.
But there was no time for tears. The other males wanted in on the action as well: their tongues slid over her flesh, tasting her, licking sweat and blood away with long, moist swipes. Without asking, without warning her, Chann felt a slick cock brush against one hand, and then the other and she took both of them, stroking the silk-soft skin, watching the bright flesh throb and twitch in her fingers. Chaka moved and rocked with her, his swollen cock filling and churning within her, his knot grinding against such sweet spots deep in her frothing cunt, stirring the growing fire in her belly. Chann opened her mouth and took another cock into it, suckling hard and quickly, her tongue wriggling and writhing with eager lust--just who that cock belonged to, she neither asked nor cared.
This was what the Chase did to those who participated in it. The thrill had come and gone and left a fire inside all of them, a craving that couldn't be easily quenched. Chann offered herself up to these virile, hungry males and even though only one of them could win her as his prize, they would all satisfy themselves with her.
"Relax," Tamba whispered into her ear. His voice still seemed sad, but he'd certainly never admit that, certainly not to her. Where Chaka had been rough and fumbled with her breasts, Tamba was more gentle. He pushed up behind her and she rolled her shoulders to his rough chest, moaning around the cock she kept sucking on, tongue swirling and slurping with loud, lewd sounds.
When Tamba took her ass for himself, that last penetration--so unexpected and painful, so intimate in its own way--was such a contrast to the vicious, impatient lust of the other wolves. She cried out again, though that sound was muffled by the cock in her mouth. Tamba soon joined the same speed and rhythm as the other four men while taking her from behind and her ass throbbing and aching in a very different way as he filled her up. Not even the tightness of her sphincter was enough to deny Tamba's insistent knot, and Chann's eyes rolled back in her head when she was doubly-tied and -filled. Half-senseless, driven to a place beyond conscious thought, she shuddered and fought to keep breathing amidst the delicious torment.
In moments, Chaka and Tamba were moving together like they were used to it, as if they'd been sharing Chann all their lives. While the man behind her pushed deeper into her ass, it raised her higher on the cock in her cunt; when Tamba pulled back, she fell back onto Chaka, which pushed his shaft and knot even deeper into her belly. She closed her eyes and savored the strange, wonderful duality of filling and emptying over and over, pain and pleasure mingling and mixing into a dark, smothering haze of lust until she couldn't do more than suck and stroke and go along for the ride.
Chann had nothing left which she could use to please or satisfy anyone, so the rest of the wolves were left on the periphery to wait their turns. Some were too impatient and resorted to their own means to satisfy themselves, but none of them would be left wanting for long. Their former quarry wasn't completely ignorant in the ways of sexual pleasure, so as each wolf-man was spent and spilled his seed across her face, her breasts, shoulders or belly, they limped away and others took their place. Soon Chann reeked of sex, of lust and fluid and sweat.
As some were finished, they stayed to watch the show for awhile, but soon all of them, one by one, would slip away into the dark. Even Tamba couldn't hold out forever and she thought he seemed almost heartbroken when his time ended and he had to pull away, breaking their tie with a gentleness Chann hadn't expected, yet let her aching and empty all the same. She noticed that he left immediately, lacking the heart to watch as another took his place.
By the time all of the wolves were finished it was nearly sunrise, and Chann couldn't remember being so tired in her entire life. She was certain she'd smell of seed for days, even after she'd found the energy to scrub herself clean. Lying there on her mate's chest, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep.
"Wake up," he said. It wasn't a kind voice like Tamba, but she didn't find it to be too unpleasant. With enough time she'd soften him a bit.
Chann picked up her head slowly and looked around. The rain had finally abated for a time, but she was chilly and she wanted to shake herself like throwing water off of the fur she didn't have. "Are they all gone?"
He sniffed the air. "Almost," he said. She was surprised he could smell anyone at all through the bitter tang of the air around them.
"Irami must still be pouting. Sore loser." Even though she was coated with sweat and cum, Chann sat up and stretched her arms high over her head as luxuriously as any woman on a soft bed in a warm den. She felt taken, full and used nearly to the breaking point--she just hadn't expected it to feel so good. "Does your new mate satisfy you?" she asked him. It was strangely important to her, even though Chann didn't want him to know that.
Chaka grinned again, his eyes flashing like the teeth in his red gums. "She did," he said, "and twice-over at that."
"That is
not
what I meant," Chann said with a huff, turning her face away. She could still feel his bite mark on her neck, throbbing, aching with her quickening heartbeat.
The man sat up and kissed her bite mark, tongue brushing along the swollen flesh. She shuddered, so Chaka did it again. "Perhaps I should just show you how satisfying you can be."
The look in his eyes made something quiver deep in Chann's belly as that fire started to spark and sputter again.
"Yes," he continued, "I think I'll show you just how much more you can satisfy me--right now."
