If she had just been her normal self Laurel might have
giggled over how silly she felt. She was tiptoeing through a forest to have
some fun with a boy while he dozed. It was such a childish, silly thing to do.
But she wasn’t herself. Not anymore. THea had awoken
something within her, allowed her to, as strange as it might have seemed,
evolve into something new. Evolve by devolving. Laurel was something primal,
something strong and from a bygone era and what she was doing now wasn’t a
silly game. This was her claiming what she wanted, to convince the male that
she wanted as her mate and the father of her babies to accept her. The fact
that she was joined by Thea in this little quest didn’t matter, as it all seemed
quite natural to her now savage-thinking brain for Thea and her to have the
same mate. It ensured that Oliver was never left wanting and that his powerful
genetics would be passed on.
The two giantesses moved swiftly and silently through the
forest, for the first time not plodding and stomping through the trees but
sneaking on tiptoes. Oliver had gone off to sleep by himself, feeling
uncomfortable being around them after their little circle jerk and then the
savage orgy they’d had. He’d ambled off a mile or so away, though for them it
was barely a long walk, thinking that by not telling them where he was going it
would prevent them from going savage and attacking them. Unfortunately for
Oliver his sister and former lover, by embracing their savage sides more
firmly, had awakened skills and sharpened senses of their anscestors… including
a superior sense of smell.
Thea paused, sniffing the air, a smile forming on her lips.
Laurel nodded in agreement; she could smell Oliver’s unique musk on the trees
and knew they were getting close. It spoke of power and sex and she rubbed her
thighs together, her pussy feeling like it was about to explode just from the
scent alone. Thea clicked her teeth together before motioning for her ally to
follow her and after a moment they found Oliver’s sleeping form.
Laurel, staring at him lying there fast asleep, was
convinced that whoever was up there wanted her to fuck him silly. He was lying
on his back and the clouds had parted to allow the moon to shine down like a
spotlight on his massive cock, which while not rock hard was still plenty large
enough to make any other woman gulp in fear. For Laurel she felt her insides
churn at the sight of it and wanted more.
The two of them slowly moved to opposite sides of him,
Laurel glancing at Thea who gave a nod of approval; Laurel would get first
crack. Smiling Laurel began to ever so gently run her fingers along Oliver’s
chest, her fingers brushing the hairy pelt he’d grown on his pecs. She let her
fingers run along his flat nipples and glide down to his rock hard stomach,
watching as he twitched in his sleep. Thea wasn’t idle, as she shifted down,
doing the same along his legs, her fingers lightly caressing his muscular
thighs.
Slowly Oliver began wake but Laurel merely began to murmur,
lulling him gently into a semi-awake state where the sleeping world and waking
world were one and the same. Oliver murmured as he felt the two of them
caressing him and Laurel glanced at Thea, signaling for phase 2. Thea got down
and began to massage Oliver’s feet, pressing one against her hot pussy while
the other gently kneaded all the tension away. Laurel began to run her palms
along Oliver’s body, her breasts swaying in front of him as she worked.
“This… this isn’t right…” Oliver murmured in a daze. “What…”
“Shhh,” Laurel whispered. “You’re dreaming.”
“I… am?” Oliver said, his eyelids flickering before shutting
again.
“Of course,” Laurel purred, her nipples lightly grazing his
lips as she leaned over his body. “And this is a good dream, isn’t it?”
“Mmmhmmm,” Oliver muttered in agreement.
“It’s so wonderful to be pampered, isn’t it? To have two
beautiful women massage you and take care of you?” Laurel leaned forward,
bringing her face near Oliver’s cock, her warm breath tickling it and making it
twitch. “This is how life should be, isn’t it.”
“Y-yes,” Oliver lightly moaned.
“Such a good dream,” Laurel whispered. “Might as well enjoy
it. You can do anything in a dream… do whatever you desire… whoever you desire.”
“Whoever,” Thea echoed.
“Yessssss,” Oliver purred.
Laurel leaned in even closer, her lips almost touching
Oliver’s cock. “Just keep dreaming… dream of who you could be… who you should
be. A powerful man. A beast. One who protects his mates… is pampered by them…”
she licked the tip of his coat, savoring the bead of precum that ran along her
tongue, “and fucks them.”
Oliver moaned in his sleep, breathing in Laurel’s scent as
she hovered her pussy right above his face.
“Come on, Oliver… isn’t this better?” Thea whispered,
pressing his left foot against her snatch, coating it with her juices as she
massage the other. “This is how it should be. You just have to give in.”
“Just have to embrace it,” Laurel whispered. “Do it, Oliver…
embrace the savage.”