Patreon Compilation – Fic#284 – Cassidy/Soldier/Reaper – Farm AU – werewolves!CassidyAndReaper; exhibitionism; full werewolf transformation – Animal Instincts (Patreon)

Cassidy/Soldier/Reinhardt – part of the Farm AU that went on on tumblr! Soldier has taken in a couple of werewolves (unknowingly) and now has a lot of fun with them...

Link to the last part on AO3 (You can find all other parts and everything in my spreadsheet)

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Life with werewolves is a lot easier than Jack would have thought it to be. Well… not that he had ever thought about living with werewolves. Or that they were even real to begin with. But with two actual specimen right here on his own farm, there simply is no way around it.

He’s seen them transform. He’s watched their bodies change and listened to their low, pained grunts as tendons and bones stretched and shifted and changed their shape.

He’s not entirely comfortable having become what is essentially a housewife but he has to admit that Gabriel and Cassidy work for ten men. Gabriel is rather good at delegating the younger man’s tasks and directing his immense power and stamina to make the most efficient use of their work days.

The livestock – what little Jack has – gets used surprisingly quickly to the scent of predators, though neither he nor Gabriel dare to let Cole anywhere near them without their supervision.

The younger wolf is… feral in a way that Gabriel is not. Jack does not know exactly why that is, though Gabriel has mentioned something about finding the younger man half dead in the forest, having spent most of his life out there being a literal lone wolf.

It doesn’t matter in the long run. They all fall into some kind of routine, knowing how to work their lives, and that is… that is kind of addicting in and off itself.

Jack stays in the home, working on somehow filling the bellies of these ravenous beasts, and Gabriel and Cole are out there, taking care of the farm and coming home hungry for food… and for Jack.

First Jack imagines that they will calm down – at least that Gabriel might eventually lose interest in mating Jack any time he gets an opportunity to do so, but… it doesn’t stop. It just doesn’t.

Usually Jack doesn’t even wear any clothes anymore; wandering around his huge farm house on legs that feel wobbly with exhaustion, ready to let the two wolves at his hole any time they might desire.

Sometimes he wears some overalls if he feels cold; ones that have a panel at the backside that the wolves can pop open any time they desire to have access to his pussy.

Today is one of those days – but mostly because Jack’s closest neighbors (still a good 30 minute drive down the highway) have decided to come for a surprise visit. The wife saw his two new ‘farm hands’ and had desperately wanted to get to know them.

She and her family has no idea that Jack is naked beneath his overalls.

They also have no idea that, as they all sit at Jack’s huge kitchen table, having an amiable chat, Cole’s hand has slipped into the opening of the back panel of his pants and is slowly finger fucking his sloppy cunt.

Jack can tell that the younger wolf is getting more and more worked up. He’s seen the expression on his face when he came into the house and saw him in his overalls; and he’s seen the way he’s been softly scenting the air, probably taking a nice, deep lung full of the woman’s smell.

Jack doesn’t think that Cole would have any qualms about grabbing her and spreading her legs to put some puppies deep into her womb, but he remains perfectly civil throughout the whole affair, his deep voice nice and drawling and quite a pleasure to listen to.

Is it because Gabriel is right there? The presence of the older wolf is felt even by Jack’s fellow farmer who keeps glancing at the man on Jack’s other side, the lines of his mouth tight and his eyes thoughtful looking.

Or maybe it is because he is loyal to a T and knows that the bubbly woman on the other side is not part of them. Not part of their pack.

Jack just tries to focus on what is going on around him as Cole unabashedly pumps his fingers into him, scissoring them open wide to stretch his already soft and fucked-out rim around his thick knuckles.

Every now and then when there is a short lull in the conversation, Jack’s heart rate spikes, thinking that maybe someone will hear the wet squelching sounds of Cole’s fingers moving inside his hole… but nobody mentions anything and the wife seems suitably satisfied once they finally bid their leave and get into their truck to drive back home to their own farm.

Jack can see the look in Cassidy’s eyes once the younger wolf turns around. It is honestly quite… disturbing. He looks on the verge of transformation, his eyes having gone completely black and his face looking a lot more furry than usual even.

It feels like he is angry with Jack, though he would not know why, and he doesn’t think he actually is. Still, he takes one hesitant step back.

Gabriel turns around as well, his face tight like he is sensing something. He stares at his younger pack mate, his voice low and cautioning as he says: “Cole…”

But it is too late. Cole suddenly explodes into a forward motion and Jack, heart suddenly jumping with panic, turns around and runs.

It’s the worst fucking thing he could do, he knows that intellectually even before he hears Gabriel’s sharp command for him to stand still. His late father had told him so often when growing up that he should never run from a dog…

But then again, the dogs he had been thinking of most likely had not been hugely muscled mountain men that felt easily double Jack’s size in that moment. It’s a wild thing… how small he feels when with these two.

He can feel the vibration of the ground beneath his feet as Cassidy hunts him down; first just the heavy tread of two feet – then the even heavier fall of four paws drumming against the ground. The feeling doesn’t last long. Maybe a second or two – then it is gone and instead he feels himself getting bowled over as paws hit the backs of his shoulders and throw him to the ground.

Everything goes up-side-down for a moment and the air is knocked out of Jack’s lungs.

.o.

Cassidy isn’t angry at him. He’s just unbelievably horny. That much Jack knows as he is buried beneath the hairy bulk and is getting a hot, fat werewolf cock stuffed into his overworked body.

He is still loose and wet from an early morning breeding and Cassidy’s ruthless fingers stretching him open during his neighbor’s visit… and still he feels the immense stretch as the huge beast fucks into him without hesitation.

The back panel of his overalls had stood no chance, ripped away in an instant to give free access to his loose, bred-up hole.

The deeper Cole pumps into him, the louder Jack curses as he tries to find purchase against the dusty ground, his whole body struggling to comprehend the situation and the immense filling he’s subject to.

He sees a pair of massive paws appearing in his tear-blurred vision and when he awkwardly lifts his head to look, there is Gabriel in his own wolf form, watching him with those dark, intelligent eyes.

Calm. Always so much more calm and in control than Cassidy who wears his heart on his sleeve and struggles with his instincts on a daily basis.

He’s heavy on top of Jack’s back, making him bear all his considerable weight as he has his front paws curled around his hips and humps him in a fast staccato rhythm. It brings even more tears to Jack’s eyes, though not from pain. He still has trouble wrapping his head around just how good it feels to get fucked by a werewolf. Just how perfect their cocks feel inside his tummy; so long and hot and slippery, the tips nice and tapered so they have no trouble ramming into his guts until he feels like he’s drooling their pre-cum.

He can already feel Cole’s knot starting to swell. He must have gotten nice and pent-up during the visit of the humans. Maybe their smell had gotten him even more worked up. Or maybe it was the feeling of Jack’s pussy around his fingers. In any case, he’s whining with every panting breath he takes, his tongue lolling onto the back of Jack’s neck…

Gabriel steps closer, licking over their human mate’s face as if to say ‘thank you’. Or maybe ‘sorry’ because Cassidy is being such a goddamn brat. He will certainly force him to submit later just to drive home to him who the boss was…

But for now he lets Cole get away with it. Fucking their bitch and trying so desperately, so exquisitely desperately, to breed her up.

Jack can only hope that his neighbors had been too far down the long driveway to notice any of this happening in their rearview mirror.