The Lion, the Leopard and the Wolf by Eliza March

Trent had been holding back with his breath escaped as pleasure zinged through him.
    Her fingernails moved up to tease the pelt of hair above his groin and slid slowly down his shaft, over his balls to the sensitive spot behind his scrotum. Sliding a wet finger between his ass cheeks, she found his tight opening. She massaged the opening, ringing the hole with her fingertip, then entering him with one finger when he relaxed against her hand. The unbearably sweet pressure she applied inside caused the fluid in his tube to pearl at his opening.
    He grabbed her hands to still them, struggling for control. She fought him, rubbing the leaking pre-cum bead over the tight crown of his growing erection. As she played with the tip, he sizzled, thickening to an unbelievable size. His breath came harder, fighting back his release. If he fucked her feeling like this, he’d have to be careful to prevent his change from taking him over.
    Throughout the entire experience, he never relaxed. He couldn’t take his eyes off the mountain lion watching them. The vapid interest with which the cat first observed Mac and Trent turned more intense. The closer Trent came to orgasm, the closer Aaron came to breaking free of his animal spirit. His human form flickered through darkened narrowed eyes, like a translucent portrait superimposed upon the great mountain cat. Trent wished he’d hurry, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back his orgasm.
    Finally, the lion’s form receded until Aaron’s human image pushed through, strengthening, becoming clearer and stronger. Aaron re-materialized. When Trent thought all traces of the lion were gone, he let out the breath he’d been holding with a relieved sigh.
    He’d relaxed too soon. As soon as he looked into Aaron’s eyes, Trent knew his friend hadn’t fully engaged the change. He hadn’t completely returned to his human form, nor completely lost the quality of the predator lurking within him, and Trent recognized Aaron could still be very dangerous. Trent pulled Mac up off her knees and cupped her face in his hands. He drew her up against his body, knowing he could turn her away from Aaron and protect her if necessary. She wasn’t capable of rational thinking during her metamorphosis. She’d be completely dependent on the men, or at the moment, on him.
    Aaron stepped behind Mac and sniffed her neck, placed both arms around her waist and bent his naked body over hers from behind. The three held their ground, firmly establishing territory. They staked claim to each others’ bodies. Mac dropped her head back onto Aaron’s chest and let him explore her breasts, roaming up the front of her torso, rubbing her peaked nipples over Trent’s chest. Trent held her hips in his hands and pulled her soft mound against his still raging cock, and felt Aaron pressing his body against her from behind trapping Trent’s hands.
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    The room filled with the sounds of the males. The timber of their voices encouraging her rumbled through Mac, deep, sensual and arousing. Her voice caught in a low purr as they stroked and petted her. One of them had his fingers inside her, pulling her thick cream out of her cunt, sliding it into her rear hole. Softening up her muscles in preparation, a fingertip at a time. In, out, circling, penetrating an inch.
    More fingers in her cunt encouraged the liquid fire from her body—fingers shoving up and in until she wanted to scream, and then pulling out, leaving her empty.
    The moisture ran down her legs as hands gripped her ass and fingers played with her clit. If somebody didn’t fill her soon, she’d explode. She pressed against the single finger seeking purchase in her rear hole and groaned as she felt an arousal unlike any she’d ever known. Tingling prickling sensations traveled over every inch of her skin.
    The other fingers played with her clit like a guitarist strumming a fine tune. Trent had his fat cock in hand, teasing her entrance with it. In an inch,