Had he still had the mentally he’d had only days early
Oliver would have found it oddly wonderful to be back in his element. He moved
through the trees, sometimes weaving around them and sometimes just smashing
through them like they were cardboard, his massive feet slamming and kicking up
deep grooves in the earth as he chased after his prey. He felt like he was back
on the island in that last year, when he’d been all by himself save for the
animals and life had been so much simpler. Eat or be eaten. Hunt or die. Only
now the prey stood almost no chance. On the island he had been just a man with
only his wits and skills. Now he was something else, something both at once
evolved from the man he had been and devolved. Something primal and savage.
But Oliver wasn’t thinking like that anymore. Over the last
few days his mind and the will of the savage within him and blended more and
more until they couldn’t be separated. While he wasn’t reduced to grunting and
growling the norms of his old life didn’t matter and as such he didn’t even
consider them. Thea only the night before had looked at him after Laurel and
Helena had passed out from the bout of wild sex they’d engaged in and told him
of a dream she’d had.
“We were so small,” she had said, her face scrunched up in
confusion. “And we were always covering ourselves up. And we couldn’t eat or
fuck or sleep when we wanted… we had to… I think they were called ‘jobs’? It
was so weird.”
For the briefest of moments he’d considered shaking her and
telling her that it wasn’t a dream, that such things had been their lives, but
in the end he had merely allowed her to cuddle up next to him and not said a
word. It wouldn’t have mattered… he could see it, with every passing moment,
that his ladies were forgetting what they had once been, their past lives
fading away. At times he too found it hard to remember, as it seemed like this
had always been their lives. And rather than be scared about this Oliver was thrilled,
delighting in just how free he felt. It might be a day, it might be a week, but
soon the last shreds of his time as a simple human would be wiped away and all
he would remember was this.
He snorted as he dove down, grabbing the grizzly bear that had
been attempting to flee from him and, with one quick snap, broke its spine. He
began to backtrack, collecting the other large mammals he’d collected, and made
his way to their current camp. His mates were waiting for him, lounging around
the (to them) tiny pond, their hands idly running along their big bellies. None
of them questioned the fact that months of pregency were happening in mere days…
their instincts told them this was correct and with each passing day what tiny
shred of concern they might have had ebbed away.
Oliver tossed down his prey before them and the ladies, with
speed that should not have been possible for women in their advance condition,
dove at them and tore them to shreds, not even bothering to cook them. That was
simply a waste of time when you were hungry and wanted to feed the new life
growing inside of you. Oliver himself had already consumed a whole dear as he
hunted and thus wasn’t hungry for meat.
Well… not in the standard sense.
He didn’t even say a word or wait for permission as he stomped
over to Helena and grabbed her by the hips, taking her from behind. Thea and
Laurel didn’t bat an eye as he began to fuck their fellow sister-wife; they
just kept eating as Oliver stretched Helena with his massive cock, causing her
to moan inbetween bites of her meal. The other two ladies knew that soon it
would be their turn and they couldn’t want to prove to Oliver that he was right
to keep them around and provide for them