Poly Werewolves Abe & Milo (complete)

    You live at the edge of the Hearthway Forest, technically still inside Hearthway Hollow, but far enough away from it you’re not usually involved with the day to day life. That is how you prefer it. 

    It has nothing to do with the werewolves at all. In fact, you like the werewolves who do come and visit you. And they’re not just from Hearthway Hollow. Sometimes, werewolves from outside will show up at your door. They’ll come for a day, eat, sleep, recharge and be on their way. Unlike those inhabitants of Hearthway Hollow, most werewolves don’t stay in one place too long. 

    Recently, a roaming werewolf came to your home in the middle of the night. He was exhausted and bleeding, so you got him patched up and sent him to the guest room. That’s how it goes most of the time, you’ve become known as something of a healer even though that’s not all you do. You’re also known for your feud with Mrs. Locklear, but that’s a story for another day.

    The roaming werewolf who came to stay with you slept through the night and through part of the next day. You’re used to having people in your home, werewolves, sometimes the driders from the forest over, every so often your friend Asav and his family stay with you during the rainy season. You’re actually a little worried when there isn’t someone using up your guest room. 

    You’re outside working, gathering up your herbs to prepare them for drying when someone steps out of the woods. It’s a resident of Hearthway Hollow and one of your loyal customers.

    Abe worked for the Hearthway Hollow newspaper and was prone to horrible migraines. Since my grandmother lived here, he comes at least once a week for the migraine tea I make. He claims it has been the only thing that works without either making him sick in another way or just knocking him unconscious for days.

    “Oh good, you’re here,” he says with a grin.

    You sigh. “Where else would I be?” You stand up from the garden and wipe your hands on your apron. “You’re in luck, no waiting this week. I already have your bag all made up.”

    “Aww,” Abe huffs. “I do so enjoy our chats.”

    You smirk at him as you lead him into the house. “Some of us have work they have to do, you know?” You tease him. You take off your muddy apron and toss it by the door.

    “I work,” Abe laughs. “You just never see it.”

    “You know I can’t read,” you smirk at him. You go into the kitchen and grab the paper bag with his special blend inside. You notice though that he’s looking towards the guest room, his brow is pinched and there is a severe look behind his glasses that you’ve rarely ever seen.

    “I have a roamer boarding with me,” you tell him. “No worries.”

    “I smell blood,” Abe murmurs.

    “Because someone stabbed him,” you huff. “Are you going to get all protective and possessive every time someone stabbed comes and bleeds up my guest room.”

    Abe covers his face as he tries not to laugh. “You make it sound so much worse.”

    “I can handle myself, Abe,” you reply. “These roamers usually just need a meal, a bath, and a calm place to sleep before they go off and start their bullshit again.”

    Abe looks at you. “I just worry,” he says. “You take in these roamers and strange people, and I worry.”

    “I’m used to strange people and roamers. I’ve been dealing with them since I was born and I will probably be dealing with them until I die.” You shove your hand out towards him. “Now pay up, or I’ll slap a migraine into you.”

    Right as Abe is reaching into his pocket, the roamer comes out, yawning loudly, also extremely naked aside from the bandages wrapped around his waist.

    “Do you have coffee?” He asks, rubbing his eyes.

    Abe spills all the money on the floor as he looks at the roamer. 

    “Oh hello,” the roamer waves at him. 

    “Yeah, I’ll make you some coffee in a second, Milo,” you tell him. You pick up the money from the ground and look up at Abe, “Chill out, you have a dick too.”

    “Not one like that,” Abe whispers, and you nearly pop something from trying to hold back your laughter.

    Abe was a pretty tall guy, he had to duck when coming into your house because your doorway was old and very short. He had red hair he kept tied back in a ponytail, and his body was covered by fair strawberry-blonde hair and freckles. Just tons of freckles covered this boy. 

    Milo, the roamer, was shorter and stockier than Abe. He had dark skin and thick, dark curly hair that covered him like Abe’s freckles. He had sharp eyes surrounded by the thickest eyelashes you had ever seen. Oh yeah, he also had a pretty big dick.

    “Don’t be rude,” you push Abe towards the door. “Don’t stay are my guest.”

    “How can I not?” Abe hisses.

    You chuckle and open the door for him.

    “Your friend isn’t staying?” Milo asks a rather cheeky smirk on his lips. “He smells good. I like him.”

    You huff. “Can you two flirt better than that?”

    “Why? You jealous?” Milo asks. “Because I have a lot I could say about you too.” He clicks his tongue and wiggles his eyebrows.

    “What?” Abe hits his head on the door frame, and his glasses hit the floor. As abe moves to pick them up there’s a gut-churning crunch beneath his feet.

    “Oh for fuck’s sake,” Abe grumbles under his breath. 

    As he moves back, you pick up his glasses.

    “How bad are they?” Abe asks.

    “I can fix them,” you say. “But it’ll take at least the night for the right spell to work.” You take the glasses and place them into a cheesecloth bag. 

    “But I can’t see to get back through the woods!” Abe gasps.

    “Oh no,” you sigh and roll your eyes, “you’re stuck here for an evening, how awful.” You maneuver Abe to sit on the sofa. “Just sit still and chat with Milo.”

You go into your workroom where you light the white candle and place the bag with the glasses into a bucket of silver water. As you walk back out you, hear Milo and Abe talking.

“So she’s not your mate?” Milo asks as he fumbles around in the kitchen looking for coffee.

“Not technically,” Abe squeaks.

“That’s not how it works,” Milo corrects. “It is a yes or no answer. You cannot claim someone without some form of yes or no. That’s not how life works. That’s not how people work. Oh, fuck yes here it is.” He sets the can of coffee on the counter.

“Then no, but-” Abe huffs. “Why does it matter?”

“You’re cute, she’s cute, why aren’t you just fucking already?” Milo asks as he scoops coffee into the machine.

“Is that how it works for you?” Abe squints as he tries to Milo amongst all the blurs in his vision.

“Is that not how it works everywhere?” Milo laughs. “Don’t you find her attractive?”

“Of course I do but-” Abe scoffs and hesitates. “That’s not how things are done here,” he tells Milo. “It’s different.”

“Oh no, I know how Hearthway Hollow works,” Milo replies as the scent of coffee fills the room. “I think it’s weird. If you want someone, tell them, and they can either agree or they will turn you down. There needs not be some spectacle around it.”

“But it makes it special!” Abe argues, not some tawdry affair.

“Then why haven’t you done it?” Milo throws at Abe. “If not I will straight up ask her.” He lifts his head, and you realize he’s known you were eavesdropping the whole time. “I find you very attractive, do you want to have sex.”

The look on Abe’s face nearly made you piss yourself with laughter. Instead, you hold back as you walk into the room. “Thank you, Milo, as weird as that is that was a bit of a confidence booster.”

“So,” Milo leans against the counter. “If you had to choose between Abe and I, who would it be?”

“Do I have to choose?” You tilt your head to the side. “Why not both.”

Abe stumbles over his words as he looks towards you. “Both?”

Milo smirks. “You would choose both of us. I must give you more credit, little witch,” he says with a nod. 

“And don’t knock on Hearthway Hollow’s traditions. It’s not my cup of tea, but I’ve seen some really good from that place because of their silly traditions. And Abe is right too, it does make it special. That’s why I’m shocked Abe hasn’t done it yet.”

Abe ducks his head. “I never thought you’d accept.”

You nod. “How do you know that?”

“Because you’ve said you hate the idea of it before,” Abe argues.

“But it’s you, and I’ve always liked you,” you say. 

Milo walks over with his steaming cup of coffee. “So, would you still choose both?” He asks.

“I would,” you retort. “Because even though I’ve known Abe for eons and you for a day, I feel the same connection between you two.”

Abe is rubbing his eyes as he tries to look at you and Milo.

Milo laughs. “I believe in connections too,” he replies. “That’s part of why I came here.”

You glance down at his bandages and then back up at him. “Possibly has nothing at all to do with the gaping stab wound?”

    “In unromantic terms,” Milo winks. “I think I have a change of clothes with me, excuse me.” He goes off to the guest room.

    Things are quiet between you an Abe. He keeps his head ducked, and his eyes averted. You look down and sit beside him on the sofa.

    “Are you mad?” You sigh.

    “No, I just feel stupid,” he grumbles. “All this time and this stranger knows you better than I do,” he pouts.

    “He’s just observant. That’s why I was shocked when you wanted to be a journalist. You can’t see the forest for the trees half the time.” You touch Abe’s face, turning him, so he looks at you. “I’ve liked you since we were kids, you idiot. Just because I said I didn’t like the courtship rituals in Hearthway Hollow doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have said no to you.”

    Abe nuzzles into your palm. “Would you say yes now? Even knowing I’m a giant, blind idiot?”

    “You’ve been that since you were five,” you smirk. “And yes.”

    Abe tilts his head and his chin jabs into your eyes. You then hold him still and kiss him. He tastes like salt water taffy, and his lips are surprisingly soft. You undo his ponytail and let his long, red hair flow down. Running your fingers through it, you feel an electricity course between your fingertips. 

    You only stop kissing Abe because you feel like you’re being watched. You look over, seeing Milo watching you from the hallway.

    “Oh no, go ahead, keep going, this is sweet,” Milo waves his hand.

    Abe’s cheeks and lips are bright red. “Was he there the whole time?” He whispers to you.

    You sigh and shake your head. “Not sure, but he does have pants on now.” You stand up from the sofa. “I’ll take your tea, Abe.”

    Milo sits down on the sofa with Abe while you go into the kitchen and fill the kettle. You glance back to the sofa, seeing Abe has the biggest, dopiest smile on his face while he and Milo talk. You have to admit, it was a pretty good kiss.

    That evening you build a bonfire outside, burning the stems and husks from your garden that you don’t need. Abe is still without his glasses, So Milo is helping him to his seat while you stock the fire.

    “It’s lovely here,” Milo says as he sits in the grass.

    “My great-great grandparents settled here before Hearthway Hollow was even a thing. It was just an empty field where werewolves would fuck and keep them up at night.”

    “Sounds like a good time,” Milo laughs.

    “Not really, from the journals my grandmother kept it actually sounded kind of horrible,” you sit down beside Abe. “She said, more often than not, there would be a dead werewolf in the yard after full moons.”

    “How did they cope with that?” Milo asks, a sort of stunned look on his face.

    “My grandfather would burn them, and my grandmother would use the ashes for the garden.” You point over to your garden. “The earth there is always so rich and black, I never have to worry.”

    Milo eyes the garden with caution, and he looks away from it. “Well uhm, it’s...it’s a nice homestead.”

    “It’s always been a nice place to visit,” Abe replies. “When I was a kid, and my mom would bring me here for my medicine, I was always surprised by how peaceful it was. It just seemed whatever troubles were all around, it never came here.”

    “It’s amazing what magic will do,” you sigh as you lay your head on Abe’s shoulder.

    Milo leans back and turns his head up to the sky. It’s quiet for a moment as the fire crackles, and the crickets start to chirp and sing. As you’re relaxing, you feel Milo’s hand on your leg rubbing up and down. 

    “What are you doing?” You ask him.

    “Want me to stop?” Milo asks.

    You glance over at Abe who is looking at you confused. “No, not really.” You tilt Abe’s chin down, kissing him as you did before. Abe moans softly, and he pulls you in closer. 

    Milo’s hand continues to stroke up and down your leg, and he stands up. You turn from Abe and meet Milo’s kiss. His lips aren’t as soft as Abe’s, but there’s an edge to his kiss that Abe doesn’t have. 

    Milo parts from you then kiss Abe who gasps in surprise but eases into the kiss. You watch and bite your lip as you smile. 

    “You two do make a cute pair,” you tell them.

    Milo chuckles as he parts from Abe. “You think so?” He sits on the other side of you and squeezes your thigh. 

    You lean back, pressing your back into Abe’s chest. Milo leans in, kissing your neck and chest while Abe’s hands push up your dress. You whimper softly as your bare skin meets the cold air. 

    Milo’s lips drag down your skin, along your ribs, and onto your belly.

    You reach behind you, placing your palm on Abe’s crotch. You feel his bulge pressing against his jeans and a low moan escapes his lips. His long hair covers half his face, but his usually dark brown eyes are glowing gold.

    You unzip his pants and rub his cock through his boxers.

    Meanwhile, Milo is between your thighs, kissing them and biting them. He fingers rub against your black panties, and you mewl softly. Abe has pushed up your bra, and his long fingers are teasing your nipples.

    You pull Abe’s cock from his boxers, stroking his length, amazed at how hot and hard he’s gotten.

    “That smell,” Abe snarls into your ear. 

    You gasp softly as Milo’s tongue laps at your folds. He’s pushed aside your panties and is opening you with his mouth. He presses close, slurping and moaning against you. You press closer to Abe, moaning out as Abe bites your neck.

    You coil your fingers around Abe’s cock, stroking him as his precum starts to dribble out freely. 

    Looking back down, yous ee that Milo has begun to shift. His hulking werewolf form is pitch black, and his blue eyes glow with halos around them. You feel his sharp teeth graze you but never hurt.

    Looking up, you see Abe has started to shift as well, his soft and white with brown specks all over him. He moans into your ear as you fingers graze against his knot.

    Milo snarls, and with one jerk he rips your panties off.

    “Those were expensive!” You plant your foot against his forehead, pushing him back.

    Abe’s fingers replace Milo’s tongue, and you gulp back a breath. Milo stands up, licking his chops as he watches you writhe against Abe.

    “I’ll find a way to pay you back, love, don’t worry.” He lowers down, kissing you as Abe moves you into his lap. You lean forward a bit, bracing yourself against Milo. Abe sits up and rubs himself to your dripping slit.

    “That’s it,” Milo growls into your ear. 

    You gasp as Abe starts to press inside. His tip spears you and opens you. He fits inside you like a glove, stretching you just enough so you can feel his heat course through your entire body.

    You whimper and gaze up into Milo’s blue eyes, he chuckles and bends to kiss you. You reach down, stroking his cock as Abe starts to move. You whimper and shudder, each thrust pushes you closer to Milo until you squashed between them like peanut butter in a sandwich. 

    Milo’s cock rubs against your belly, and his aching need is very apparent. You make Abe kneel down while Milo lays on the ground. You stroke Milo’s cock, licking it while Abe moves inside you. You take Abe into your mouth as best you can. He’s quite big. You suck his tip and lick down his shaft. Milo moans and pants, his legs twitching as you move.

    You then pull away from Abe, and despite his low whine, you sit down upon Milo. Slowly and carefully you take him inside. He stretches you, but thanks to Abe’s attention you’re able to fit Milo snuggly deep within.

    You reach for Abe as he stands up, kissing him and down his chest and belly. Milo thrusts his hips upwards, bucking into you. You cry out, almost wailing. Abe’s cock rubs against your cheek, and you take him. You lick him and suck him while Milo bounces you on his lap.

You moan along Abe’s shaft, gazing up at him. His eyes are hazy and glazed over. You wish his glasses were fixed so he could see you now. You hope that, perhaps because of this, Milo will stick around and the three of you can continue this triad.

You gasp and pull back, crying out as Milo’s cock starts to throb. You throw your head back, sighing and whimpering as his heat floods you. You tremble and flench as Milo grunts and snarls.

You lay back, huffing and puffing on Milo’s chest. His thick, hot seed is starting to spill from you, dripping down onto Milo’s thighs.

“You aren’t done yet,” Milo snarls into your ear.

You look up, as Abe kneels down. Milo guides him, showing him where to go. You then gasp as Abe pushes inside. Milo slips his fingers into your mouth, pressing them on your tongue. You’re sensitive, and having Abe inside makes every sensation that more potent.

Abe grunts and snarls, his voice sounding deeper. You mewl and whine, stifled by Milo’s fingers. Milo sits up, sandwiching you between the two of them again. He pulls Abe down, kissing him while you watch. They look sweet together, and you wonder if, one day, you’ll get to see them make love. 

You whimper, trembling as you feel a spasm deep in your core. “Oh fuck,” you mewl.

Milo chuckles as his fingers slip down your center. “Do you feel good or something?” His fingers tap your clit and you yelp.

“Easy,” Abe moans. He stills for a second, and his knot starts to push inside.

“No,” you gasp. “No, no wait-” you squeak.

The knot pushes in, and you throw your head back against Milo. You jerk and twitch as you legs spasm.

“Is she ok?” Abe moans.

“She’s fine,” Milo chuckles. “Lucky dog, you got to knot her.”

Abe chuckles. “I  saw your cock soft, I doubt you could knot anybody.” You feel his cock trembling inside.

“I bet I could fit inside you,” Milo moans. “You look like you’re big and tough.”

You grunt and shiver, gasping for a breath deep enough to make your head stop spinning. “Ok, ok,” you whine.

Milo kisses your neck, his eyes on Abe. “You best cum for her before you kill her.”

Abe whimpers, his expression is glazed more so than before. The lusty and passionate look on his face is quite lovely, but you’re not in the right mindset to enjoy it. Your lashes flutter as Abe’s grunts turn into vicious snarls and a long howl.

You feel the cool grass against your hot skin, your head is resting on Milo’s arm as Abe lays on top of you. You wrap your arms around him, sighing contentedly as you senses slowly return.

“Have fun?” Milo smirks.

You glance over at him and roll your eyes. “You just make trouble, don’t you?”

“Why do you think I got stabbed?” Milo kisses your cheek.

“Oh god, you’re stabbed!” Abe perks up right away. “Are you hurt? Did the wound open?” He asks in a panic.

“Calm down,” Milo laughs. “It’s practically healed already. Just a bruise at this point.”

You ease Abe back down, so his head is on your chest. “How do you feel?” You ask, kissing his cheek.

“Just wish I could have seen it,” Abe murmurs as he nuzzles to your breast.

“Next time,” Milo replies.

“Will you be here for the next time?” Abe asks, saying what you’ve been concerned about all this time.

Milo sighs and glances up the sky. “Don’t know.”

“You can’t just say that,” Abe sits back up. “You can’t just do that to two people who might-” he scoffs and stops. “If that’s your mindset, just leave us now.”

Milo sits up and looks at Abe. “I’d like to stay,” he says quietly. “But who knows what will change.”

Abe huffs. “Then don’t say that. Just say you want to stay here.”

You smile, still laying in the grass at the two bickers over you. You can get used to this. Sure it won’t be as quiet, but you’ll get used to it eventually.