Moving quickly, so as not to remain vulnerable, I climbed down the stairs, wobbling from side to side. Sighing, I assessed my footwear. The heels had begun to make my feet ache and without my magic, they had begun to affect my balance as well. With a sigh, I slipped them from my feet; hiding them behind the staircase with full intention of getting them back later (they were beautiful shoes!). Careful not to make a noise, I slowly cracked the door on the opposite wall open.
Through the crack, I listened again, this time hearing muffled voices. Pulling the door open further, I could see another candle lit corridor filled with doors. With a last glance towards the trap door, I slipped into the corridor, ensuring the door closed behind my silently. Pausing, I listened again to the sound of voices filling the corridor. They were a mixture of male and female, the female voices were too high for a Wolf. The witches were here and it seemed they had a guard. Pulling the crossbow from my belt, I snuck down the corridor; my bare feet barely audibly on the polished wood floor, listening for any pause or change in the voices.
I finally came to rest before a partially cracked door, listening at the gap. The voices had died down into low moans from both genders in the room. Counting voices, I guessed there were two men and three women in the room. I stood there, listening to their moans, thanking my luck that they felt safe enough to drop their guard while behind the barrier. I assessed my weapons, loading a shot into my crossbow, before slowly pressing on the door.
The gap finally widened to a point at which I could see the occupants, partially concealed behind a bookcase. I stole into the room, concealing myself behind the large bookcase, pushed a gap between the books and surveyed the orgy before me. The two men were of standard Werewolf looks; tall, dark, muscular and handsome (yum). The women, however, were a shock. I had been right when I had heard three female voices, however I didn't count on one women having two heads. There were legends about two headed witches, but no Fae I had met put any faith into it. So, ironically, I was stood watching a mythical creature in complete shock.
Oblivious to my presence, the four figures continued in their joining, bodies writhing, as each man was pleasured by their partners. The witch with the blonde hair was being pulled backwards and forwards along her partner's length, her blonde locks spilling from his grasp. The other was sat on a chair, the witches two heads suckling at his cock, alternating between sucking and licking, sultry moans sending vibrations through his shaft. Both men groaned, watching the women worship their cocks, beginning to thrust into their mouths, getting closer and closer to their release. With a yelp, both men erupted over the faces of their partners.
I felt my clitoris begin to swell as I watched the men's deflated cocks begin to grow again after they had slid from their partner's mouths. I had heard about the Were's sexual ability, but never had I thought they could develop a 9 inch hard on within 2 seconds of a previous release. Oblivious to my heated gaze, both witches pushed their partners to the floor, climbing onto them, sliding their bodies along the men, moaning at the friction on their nipples. Facing each other, both women lowered their dripping centres onto the hard cocks, watching each other as they moaned and rode their cocks.
Trying to focus, I began to draw my crossbow, using the heightened sexual noises to hide the clicks of bolts falling into place. Trying to ignore the growing desire within me in response to seeing the Wolves ploughing their cocks into wet pussies, both groups moaning and groaning. Turning back to the mythical orgy, I focused my aim on the two headed witch. Regardless of how dangerous the wolfy lovers were going to be, the witches were my targets- the barrier must fall. From my knowledge of witches, the two headed bitch, currently moaning in ecstasy, was one dangerous cunt and probably the main spell leader.
Grasping my second bolt in my other palm, I held my crossbow strong and true, waiting for the opportune moment to take the bitches out. Watching the union of sweaty bodies, I couldn't prevent my nipples from hardening straining against my leather jacket in reaction to the squelch of wet pussy filling the room. Both men began to piston in and out of their bitches, forcing shrieks from their lungs, the primal wolf instinct forcing them to abandon any care for their partners. The breathing in the room had become a collective pant, the participants all racing towards their finish. As yells and shrieks filled the room, I braced myself, waiting, knowing my moment was coming.
As the two headed bitch threw her heads back to announce her orgasm, I let the bolt fly from my weapon, not pausing to watch it bury itself between her eyes. In a flash, my second bolt had planted itself within the skull of her other head, the occupants to wrapped up in there pleasure to immediately realise what was happening. Loading my third bolt, I felt some of my magic return, my reflexes faster than mere seconds before. Quick as a flash, my final bolt was sailing through the air, spearing the other witch in her lust-filled eye.
As both men began to quickly return to Earth, I tried to call to Lexter through the magic but I still couldn't access all my power: it wasn't coming back fast enough! Panic flooded me. Without magic these wolves would overpower me in seconds. Pulling the guns from my hips, I turned to face the two hulking bodies of muscle that had begun stalking towards my hiding place, rage distorting their faces. With a deep breath, I dived forward, firing at the two wolves, praying no others were in the house. My aim was true but my reflexes weren't yet fast enough, the wolves easily dodging the bullets. I know there was no point in running, so I began to try and predict their movements, managing to hit one of them in the leg.
I began to back towards the door, my bare feet searching the floor for the door frame, my eyes trained to the wolves stalking me. With a thud my foot hit wood, a sigh of relief escaping from me. Dropping my gun I reached for the door handle, twisting it open, my other hand still firing rounds at the approaching wolves. As it swung open, grins of malice grew on the faces of the two advancing wolves, both halting their approach with a growl.
Turning, trying to keep them in my line of vision, I glanced behind me, only to see a mountain of wolf muscle behind me, its fist swinging towards my face.
