The Woodland Packs

That I was going to have to tell them what I craved.

Tayte set me on my feet in our bedroom and the three men began to undress.

The heat in the room became charged, sizzling with energy.

I pushed my leggings down and pulled my top off. Though they loved to undress me, I wanted to show them how desperate I was.

“Whoa… hang on.” Tayte said as I reached for my bra.

But I ignored him and tossed my bra to the ground and pushed my knickers down my legs.

I’d put on weight everywhere in the past three months. My boobs were huge, and my ass had never been so big.

But as the moans around me sounded, I was once again assured that my size didn’t turn them off.

Quite the opposite.

Tayte rubbed my back. “Lie down, sweetheart.”

I didn’t move, though the submissive side of me was anxious to do what the Alpha commanded. I’d been working on denying Tayte. Every day, just one little thing at a time.

It was one of Nevaeh’s tips.

For un-programming the things the bears had made me believe and feel about myself, and the world around me.

And asserting myself, and saying no was a huge step in that process.

“I’d rather start another way, please.”

I dropped to my knees and crawled over to where Tayte stood, already partly aroused in preparation for our session.

“What are you…?”

I wrapped my hand around Tayte’s cock and looked up at him.

I wanted to suck him, so much. To feel his hot flesh in my mouth. But how did one do that?

Tayte pulled out of my grasp and my fantasy slipped away.

He grabbed my elbows and hauled me to my feet.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to…”

His face was too kind, too soft. Too understanding.

I didn’t want that.

I pulled away.

“Stop it. All of you. I’m not breakable! This baby…” I cupped my belly, “is strong and healthy, and I want you to stop treating me like a fucking China doll!”

I’d never spoken to anyone in such away, let alone three men who could beat me to a pulp if they chose to.

My heart was pounding, my stomach was tight with fear, but I’d never felt so alive.

Tayte’s face changed, his eyes hardening, darkening.

“Then what do you want, sweetheart?”