I woke to Blair, who was straddling my lap. Sarin was asleep at the foot of the bed, half of his body hanging off the side.
Gar stood watching the window intensely. Noel was no longe
P.o.v. Blair-BooI woke up on the floor. My back was warm and there was fur tickling my ears. I did not move as I still felt weak to the point of almost being sick.Sarin appeared in my line of sight with our soup, "Thought this would help." He gave a warm smile as he knelt before he completely sat down on the ground near the head of the fur I laid on. Before I even would accept the spoon of soup Sarin got ready, I struggled as I looked over to the head of the wolf I had been sleeping on, it was Orion. My brain seemed to be confused as to why we were on the floor and he was in wolf form."Come on Blair eat up the soup before it goes cold. You need to build up your strength."I struggled to move back to get ready to eat but I could not do it all on my own. Sarin helped me up, then started to spoon feed me.Carde
P.o.v. CardenThe pulsing of Blair’s cunt did not lessen for at least an hour in which Sarin and I had our release twice more to my earlier two.I moved Blair’s head onto my chest just below my chin. Petting her hair, I felt her cunt grasp at both of us. The pain had to be a lot if Trax felt it and sent Orion to move it along or stop it.My mind thought of Noel and what Sarin had said of another child. The last reaction of Blair with Noel’s birth caused worry in me.“Sarin you’re sure Blair isn’t pregnant. She did not handle Noel’s birth very well. She even slept for several months afterward.”“She’s not.” His hand probed around our dicks, rubb
P.o.v. GarI walked behind the tiny women named Damina, she seemed to always be sharing her face with her wolf Gloria.“Your face is that by choose to share or was that the way you were born?”She laughed her head thrown back, “The way I was born. My wolf is strong, like Trax and Fallon though that is different because he is a hybrid. They sometimes get it easier, they have more choice. My mom gave me two names when I was born. Damina for the human and Gloria for the wolf that was always on display for the world. My father was the same way, teeth, eyes, and ears. They were in his wolf form. I liked to pet them.”“Your father is gone?”“Oh, both my parents are gone. My mother was killed by a rouge shortly after having me. My father raised me to my full transition and then went off to join my mother. It was terribly hard on him.”“I’d like to say I understand losing a pa