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she knew that he could feel the energy rising within her.
     
    It was like magic, a deep and old magic from a time before the cities of men or their frail gods. Brienne felt connected to the earth itself, and the hard shifter cock she rode was simply one of the mightier roots that fed the Tree of Life. How this knowledge filled her Brienne could not fathom, but it felt more natural than anything she’d ever experienced in life, as if she’d been fated to be in this camp on this night, riding this man in full view of all.
     
    She could sense the defeated passion of Arn as he brooded by his fire, nursing his wounds and attempting to calm his enflamed desire. The young woman had to admit to that she’d been terribly attracted to him as well, and in all honestly she’d have been fine if he had won the fight. Both men were, in their own way, well suited to pleasing her. Roland seemed to sense her drifting thoughts and growled as he pushed upward and rolled her over onto her back as he pulled out. Brienne responded by arching her back and pushing her bottom up towards him, inviting him to take her from behind while regaining control of their coupling. Roland was only too happy to ram his cock into her even as he looped one of his arms through both of hers and used his other to grip a fistful of her hair. The alpha shifter pulled her head back as he kept pressure on her arms, all the while thrusting hard into her young tight body. Brienne was forced to arch her back deeply to cope with the shifter’s animal intensity.
     
    Never in her life had Brienne been fucked so roughly, in such a primal way, and she found it positively exalting. Her cries of pleasure were louder than Roland’s snarls of desire and soon both of them were pouring sweat from the exertion of so vigorously coupling. After what seemed like a pleasant eternity of body rocking intercourse Brienne could feel the shifter begin to quake with the beginnings of his orgasm. She had been riding the edge of climax herself, and when she felt Roland’s body seize up and the howl grow in the back of his throat the young woman couldn’t hold back any longer.
     
    The night erupted with their simultaneous screams as the shifter and young woman climaxed together under the moon’s silver light, uninhibited and boldly displayed for the world to bear witness. It was only when Roland finally bent over her and planted an upside down kiss on her upturned lips that Brienne remembered she was ovulating. The shifter had just filled her with more seed than she thought a man could contain in a single load, and her wildly expanded awareness could see the energy patterns that were even now swirling across her mid-section. The two of them collapsed in a naked heap and lay in each other’s arms in the cool green grass as the assembled shifters went back to their party.
     
    As the two of them lay there Arn and his pack pulled up stake and gunned the engines of their motorcycles to life. A few of them said their farewells and within a few minutes the roar of their bikes faded into the humid Georgia night. Brienne could hear the other two girls talking in hushed tones, and soon the shifter called Womack and another hefted the very drunk girls onto their bikes. By dawn they’d be back in their dorm rooms with serious hangovers and a grand tale to tell, which somehow Brienne knew they wouldn’t, given that while she lay in Roland’s arms she saw that both of them had been rather unfaithful to their boyfriends with more than a few of the feral and alluring shifters.
     
    After what could only have been a few hours of sleep Brienne awoke as the dawn light crept over the trees, bathing she and Roland’s still naked bodies in a soft orange light. The mental fog of the mead had faded from her system, though her awareness of the energy patterns swirling about the world had not, in fact they seemed to have become even more potent.  
     
    “I can see things now, energies that I couldn’t