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Leyr shuddered as a playful twirl of wind danced in the hem of his loincloth, the coarse fabric pleasantly brushing against the grey-furred wolf's half-mast erection as he walked through the village at a decently brisk pace considering his physical condition. The other wolves were curiously watching the leisurely jaunt from their tents and campfires as the male decorated with multiple crimson tattoos stomped the ground with his paws, the unnatural roundness of his figure attracting lots and lots of male gazes as always. Leyr thought nothing of it, well aware of how eye-catching his ample breasts and massive, round puppygut were for the other males of the village. It was only natural for males to react to the presence of a fertile pack member, especially since that fertility was on such an open display.

Leyr was pregnant. Despite being a male, the lupine warrior was carrying a healthy litter of cubs inside his abdomen - had been for a good two months already. His unusually round, gravid form was taunting all the other males in the village with its wobbling presence, an affront to nature itself with how gloriously it bulged out from the rest of his frame. Add a pair of surprisingly perky tits to such a blatantly well-bred canine and one was guaranteed to capture the attention of every male in their vicinity. Not to even mention the pregnancy-pheromones Leyr's body was bombarding his surroundings with, assuring that all males, be they wolves or not, in sniffing distance would start developing a hard-on for the fertile male.

The enceinte wolf didn't mind the attention and proudly held his head high as he waddled forwards with the relative awkwardness which accompanied being stuffed full of developing puppies, the weight of his abdomen nearly exceeding that of the rest of his body. He was knocked up good, and it definitely showed. It would only be a matter of days before Leyr's big baby belly would grow too big and stop the male wolf from moving about within the village altogether. But even so, he was immensely proud of his huge gut, the furry dome of fertility that contained the future of the tribe. Being chosen as the Goddess' vessel was an esteemed, once-in-a-generation duty only a few could boast, after all.

Abdominal pregnancy was a long-running tradition within the Lucawei tribe, dating back several dozens of generations. It was a ritual, in which the village shaman would select a young and healthy male from amongst the warriors of the tribe to act as the recipient of the great Goddess' blessing. A spell would be cast, which would grant this male the ability to carry and give birth to offspring without the need for female genitalia. After the spell was cast, the warriors of the tribe would then take turns breeding the selected vessel. Once all capable males would be done draining their seed inside the vessel, it was said that the goddess would bestow fertility and good fortune upon the tribe for the next twenty years, until all of the cubs conceived this way had reached adulthood.

Leyr had been the male selected for this generation of the tribe. It was a great honor to be chosen, and the dutiful canine had been overjoyed to be able to take on such a prestigious role within the community. The memories from the night when he was chosen were still as vivid as ever in his mind. The intoxicating scent of incense floating thick in the darkness of the tent, the dozens of crafty paws painting his fur full of wildly curling fertility tattoos, the jealous and desirous gazes he had received from both males and females alike. The slow, resonant incantation of the spell and the subsequent rush of strange, arousing pleasure as the blessing of the Goddess had flooded into his body. At the time it had felt like a dream, and yet the memories of it were so clear and vibrant.

The second half of the ritual especially had been drilled into Leyr's mind and body with such care the wolf would never forget. Being bred for nearly ten consecutive hours by the strongest males in the entire tribe had been such a ravishing and intense experience it would surely stick with Leyr for the rest of his life. The feeling of taking on the sexual desires of over thirty male wolves in their physical prime, receiving their hot, throbbing lust one tailhole-stretching thrust at a time, and having one's newly acquired womb blasted full of warm puppyjuice by every warrior in the village.

Just thinking about it now was enough to make Leyr's tailhole itch wantonly and his healthy half-mast grow into a full-sized erection.

The chief of the tribe had naturally been the one with the first claim of the fertile vessel and Leyr's impregnation and he had fucked the tribe's shared mother-to-be in front of everyone, cumming inside Leyr three whole times before allowing the rest of the males to touch him. Why he was the chief had become brazenly obvious to Leyr during the nearly half an hour of heated pounding his rump had received, both the size of the leading wolf's member and the volume of his loads being rivaled by no other wolf who laid with Leyr that night.

After he had been certifiably knocked up with at least two or three of the chief's strong puppies, the rest of the warriors had their way with him in the order of their rank. Some of them had been gentle and slow, others fast and rough, their preferences being of no difference to Leyr, who had simply been glad to receive the seed of so many strong males in such rapid succession. With each climax of his partners, he had cum as well, the joy of being fertilized knowing no bounds during those blissful hours he had spent in the breeding tent. He had been taken in all the possible positions a male could take another male, being bred sideways, from behind, above, below, all sorts of imaginative breeding highly encouraged by the shaman to ensure conception and the highest number of offspring.

The warriors had fucked him until his cock had nothing left to ejaculate. Leyr could still remember every single one of their orgasming roars in his big, furry ears, the recollection of the thunderous rumble the chief had released still making Leyr shiver to this day.

After the night of the ritual, Leyr had spent five days and five nights inside the breeding tent, tending to the sexual needs of every single male within the tribe, not just the warriors. Everyone had been absolutely relentless, many members of the pack visiting him multiple times a day, keeping the chosen wolf well occupied twenty-four hours. The times when he would fall asleep from the fatigue the constant pleasure of being mated was exerting onto his body, more often than not he would wake up with one of the tribesmen spilling his seed inside his tailhole, as Leyr not being awake was no obstacle for their lustful desires. Not that Leyr found it unpleasant or unwelcome, it was his duty to be used like this after all.

Every male of the tribe got at least one chance to impregnate Leyr during those five days, the chief's lust naturally taking precedence over other males, and he would often mate with Leyr at least five times in a single day. Even the shaman, who was already nearing his sixties, and who was surprisingly well-hung, was amongst the males who had enjoyed Leyr's company the most times. Like the chief, he was very experienced in mating and had given Leyr lots of pleasure with his various mating techniques and his deliciously large canine member. Leyr felt in his gut that at least one of the puppies in his womb belonged to him. Of course, there would be many puppies from many different dads, just like it was supposed to be.

After the set breeding period, things had calmed down a bit in the village, Leyr only getting about a dozen visitors a day, the shaman having instructed everyone to avoid unnecessarily burdening the vessel with their lust and only visiting Leyr when they absolutely had to. This instruction hadn't stopped the cunning old canine or the chief from breeding Leyr multiple times a day, the most influential pair of males naturally wanting to ensure the continuation of their lineage and their puppies to be 'starborn' - meaning they had been birthed by the vessel.

The results of the relentless breeding had started to show about a month after the ritual, the bulge of Leyr's belly having signaled the tribe of successful impregnation. After the first signs, the accelerated pregnancy had made itself known at quite a rapid pace, Leyr's previously male body changing quite literally by the day.

His belly had quickly swelled up to an enormous size, the wobbling mass spilling onto the sides of his body more and more as the pups developed inside him. Having previously been a relatively fit wolf, the pregnancy had plumped Leyr up in all sorts of places, most likely for the better. Following the rapid rounding of his gravid gut, Leyr's chest had developed multiple layers of soft feminine fat underneath his fur to protect the mammary glans the male had grown thanks to his pregnancy. At first, the budding male breasts had looked a little awkward, but as the pregnancy progressed they had developed into quite the healthy pair of puppy-nursing milkers. As they were now, they were easily amongst the biggest in the village. Having breasts felt kind of odd, but Leyr had grown decently fond of his new tits, mostly thanks to the extra attention they received from the tribe's males.

In addition to the ballooning of his abdomen and breast expansion, the rest of Leyr's body had also accumulated a pleasant amount of protective, energy-storing fat, the definitions of muscles on his gray fur having gradually disappeared as his body took on its more womanly proportions. Above all else, his hips and thighs had grown most significantly, giving the male canine the wide and plump dimensions necessary for giving birth to a healthy litter. Had Leyr's facial features not been distinctively male and his male genitals a bit smaller, he could have easily passed for a gestating mother wolf.

Currently, the proud mother-to-be was trotting around the village in all his gravid glory, the increased mass of his belly and chest jiggling about happily as he tried to manage his swollen stature to the best of his ability. He was wearing a simple loincloth, which barely covered anything neither front nor back with how narrow it had gotten for his rounded frame, most of his male goods and breedable backside on generous display to all the residents of the village as he walked. Leyr hadn't bothered to cover up his chest as he was a male after all. Plus, anything he'd wear on his chest would immediately get wet with the milk that was gushing out of his swollen canine udders constantly.

Leyr had actually started lactating a week ago, his bloated chest already getting ready to nurse the many puppies he was to have in a few months' time. The male wolf's areolae had swollen to nearly an abnormal size, even for a female, adding even further impact to the strange visual that was a pregnant male canine. The pair of swollen breasts had become so sensitive, that he couldn't even walk properly without a few droplets of milk getting squirted from his hefty male jugs every now and then.

So it was no surprise at all that the round, jiggling, milk-squirting puppyfactory of a wolf was attracting as much male attention on his outing as he was. The number of lustful gazes that his wobbling figure gathered from his fellow packmates was almost addicting. His body was still releasing copious amounts of pheromones, which made the other males in the village quite rowdy, most of them being erect 24/7. Never before had Leyr felt so beautiful, so sexy, so wanted as he was now, being the spitting image of a well-bred wolf, filled to the brim with puppies. This made him enjoy his little walk all the more.

But as much as it seemed just a casual outing to the naked eye, this wasn't just a stroll of leisure for Leyr. He was out on the prowl. On a prowl for dick.

The only downside - if one could even call it a downside - to his abnormal pregnancy was that Leyr was constantly horny. The pregnancy had made his body so sensitive, that even the slightest stimulation to his backside, chest or round abdomen would cause the wolf to get aroused, and Leyr had been walking around with a consistent semi-chub for nearly two months now. Even being bred wouldn't get it to go down. The pregnancy hormones were going absolutely crazy every single hour of the day, prompting wanton acts of carnality in both Leyr and his male packmates. Lucky for the parous wolf, there was never a real shortage of erect canine cocks to sit on if he was feeling too restless. His big new body had already grown accustomed to being bred consistently throughout the day, and if it was left neglected for too long, Leyr would get himself in a real rut, as was the case at this very moment.

The pregnant wolf hadn't been visited by his packmates for the entire morning, and thus he had decided he would go out and get himself mated. He knew that all males of the tribe were only holding their urges back out of courtesy and the group of rutting mutts would be incapable of resisting him if he wandered out of his tent. Walking down the middle of the village, he was basically asking to have himself bred. Every single male wolf he had passed had gotten erect at the sight of him, the addicting odor of dozens of horny males not going unnoticed from Leyr's sensitive canine nose. It would be only a matter of time before one of them would grab him from behind and fuck him hard in plain view of the entire tribe.

The happily bouncing mass of childbearing canine eventually had to come to a stop as Leyr's path was abruptly blocked by another male.

"Finally!" The gestating canine sighed in his mind, setting his eyes out to explore the body of his first partner for today.

The other wolf was visibly younger than Leyr, the blue marking on his forehead meaning he had just reached maturity this year, which would make him twenty years of age. His body had yet to develop the firm, bulky musculature of a warrior but was doing a pretty good job getting there, his muscles, although modestly sized clearly visible from amidst his ashen fur. Despite being young, his scent was surprisingly strong, no doubt being boosted quite a hefty amount by the arousal the young canine was clearly struggling with. The poor pup was as erect as a totem pole underneath his loincloth, blushing profusely as he stood in front of Leyr, the fight between his urges and embarrassment on full display on the fur of his muzzle. Leyr's gaze immediately snapped to the imposing, leathery bulge which was the source of the strong male scent currently invading his dark nostrils, his own malehood twitching with joy as his pregnant body reacted to the scent that preceded mating.

The young wolf was nervous. Whereas older, more high-ranking warriors of the tribe would have simply stomped on over, pushed Leyr down, and bred him like the shared bitch of the village he was, the canine with blue markings only stood still, blushing and clutching onto his spear while his eyes ate up the sight of Leyr's gravid body. The primal lust Leyr had gotten so used to seeing was however present in the youngster's eyes. The dancing flames of carnal desire only a rutting wolf could display to his mate. Seeing it mixed up with the bashful youth aroused Leyr even more, his sensitive nipples leaking out some milk just from the aura the young wolf was giving off at that moment.

"...Do you wish to make an offering?" Leyr asked, making sure to sway his rounded hips as he took a few steps closer to the other male. He also didn't shy away from making his tits and belly jiggle a bit more than usual, the flickering, young gaze sending a pleasant shiver down his spine and erecting his nipples with how much lust it contained. Lust directed at him and him only.

Completely lost in staring at the feminine curves of Leyr's body, the younger canine eventually nodded, his breath already heavy from how much he clearly desired to mate.

"Splendid!" Leyr chuckled and - in all the definitions of the word - bounced his way over to the young start of a warrior, stepping close enough to where his bulging navel was pressing against the monster of an erection still hiding behind the other wolf's loincloth. Being so close to another male, Leyr instinctively raised his fluffy tail as his body prepared for breeding.

"A big and messy offering was just what I was out looking for..."

The younger wolf was left completely stunned for two brief seconds as Leyr abruptly dropped into a squat right in front of him - an incredible and commendable feat from someone who had close to a dozen puppies developing in his belly. For Leyr, getting up would actually be the hard part of this maneuver, but the horny, pregnancy-hormone-crazed canine didn't mind it too much at the moment, as he didn't plan on getting up anytime soon.

Adjusting his paws to get his lopsidedly-balanced body into equilibrium, Leyr almost twitched from how intensely the scent of the young male's arousal sought to violate his nostrils, the healthy warrior erection now resting only a few inches away from Leyr's muzzle, seemingly even more aroused than previously. The wolf with blue markings smelled like he hadn't mated properly in almost a week. The scent was so strong it made Leyr lactate, a few squirts of puppy-nursing wolf milk getting squeezed out as a result of him smelling his partner's lust.

Staring down the impressive length of the covered canine dick made the pregnant canine's guts cramp and balls clench with wanton pleasure, the long, pink wolf tongue already hanging out from Leyr's maw like he had been parched for a week. It was clear what he wanted.

All of a sudden Leyr was no longer in control of his bloated body, the deadly mixture of hormones and pure submissive lust guiding his every move. He leaned his muzzle closer to the young wolf's loincloth, gently but swiftly nudging the obstructive layer of male-scented leather out of its way to expose the meaty male member hiding underneath. The view of the other wolf's malehood instinctively made Leyr whine like a bitch in estrus. His erect tail had started wagging but the dazed wolf didn't even realize it, thoughts about mating occupying every single brain cell within the knocked-up canine's system.

Releasing a whimper best described as 'bitchy' from his half-open maw, Leyr buried his nose into the very base of the young warrior's shaft, inhaling his canine nostrils full of the rich scent that drove him wild with desire. Some thin strands of wolf milk got squirted onto the younger male's thighs as the bewildering musk amped up the lactation of Leyr's full breasts, the big canine milkers already dripping wet with wolf mammary fluids with how much of it was gushing out. The sensation of it was heavenly. With no puppies yet to nurse, Leyr's tits gladly took any possible opportunity to release their sweet, white cargo which would otherwise cause unnecessary pain and swelling if left unreleased for too long.

Leaning the heavy weight of his bombastically bulging body against the younger wolf, Leyr latched his salivating tongue onto the surprisingly girthy shaft of his temporary mate, impatiently dragging his taster all the way up to the pre-drooling tip of the canine breeder as soon as the ravishing flavor of the ripe wolfcock assaulted his tastebuds. Expertly scooping up the glimmering globs of thick pre into his mouth, Leyr loudly smacked his lips and shuddered as the overwhelming desire to mate tickled his body all over and made his tailhole wink with how desperate it was for filling.

Leyr's horny brain flatlined for an indefinite amount of time, and when he finally came to, he found his lips already wrapped around the other wolf's wildly throbbing erection, and his head moving completely on its own to satisfy both Leyr and the younger male's urges.

The preggers barrel of developing puppies spared no expense as he went to town on the young warrior's member like his instincts told him to, eagerly swallowing ten inches of healthy, young wolf cock with his maw over and over again. The motion of bobbing his head back and forth on the delicious shaft came naturally to Leyr, his body automatically performing the act of fellatio that had been carved into his subconsciousness during the months he had spent in the breeding tent. Nowadays, the mere visual of a phallic object prompted him to loosen his jaw and his mouth to increase its saliva production considerably. That was the extent to which he had been conditioned to satisfy any male that came his way.

The entirety of his furry body straight up quivering with joy, Leyr passionately dragged his wet wolf lips across the whole length of the younger male's tasty canine shaft, providing the young erection with lots and lots of loving licks with his incredibly active tongue, making sure not an inch of the lupine fuckpole went unstimulated. The fast-paced blowjob hadn't even been going for longer than twenty seconds before small rivers of Leyr's wolf saliva began streaming down his furry chin, his mouth salivating like that of a feeding beast ravenously attacking its prey - the sloppy sounds produced by the act matching the same description.

The older male's enthusiastic oral assault overwhelmed the hesitant youngster in a heartbeat, prompting him to drop his spear onto the ground and whine helplessly as he was pleasured beyond his young imagination.

Leyr sucked the young warrior off with the hunger of a serpent, taking the hefty canine malehood all the way to the very back of his slutty throat with each bob of his head, guzzling down inches upon inches of young cock with contentment all the while whimpering and whining like a bitch in heat - yet again, quite the accurate description of the pregnant male's current state. It hadn't even been a full twelve hours since he was last bred, and yet he was attacking the other canine's crotch like it was the last week of his heat without a puppy in his womb. His instincts simply told him what to do, and he obeyed them without a second thought.

A complete slave to his own desires, Leyr trailed both his paws up the round outline of his gravid gut, the touch, whilst his own, bringing him insane amounts of pleasure with how sensitive his whole body was. The canine erection hiding somewhere beneath his glorious dome of male pregnancy was aching with the desire to ejaculate, even more so when Leyr eventually brought his paws up to the pair of profusely lactating wolf breasts that decorated his chest, the sheer lust she felt from blowing his young packmate prompting him to tweak his own nipples and douse the young wolf's thighs with even more of his sweet wolf milk. It felt divine to suck a dick and have one's nipples played with, Leyr whimpering against the baton of canine virility, his animalistic pleasure ascending with each lusty throb the obsidian-hard male organ performed in the caress of his lips and tongue.

The pregnant male was absolutely relentless, not giving his mate as much as a two-second window to properly catch his breath as he was so eager to milk the other wolf with his mouth. Probably experiencing his first-ever, proper rut, the wolf with blue markings was in no condition to do anything other than yip, growl, and moan to the tune of his raging reproductive instincts, his delightfully musky canine testes preparing a tasty, liquid litter for its hungry recipient with incredible haste.

His sense of smell - especially for the male sort - enhanced by his physical state, Leyr was able to sniff out the younger male's incoming orgasm before the thick puppuygoo he so craved had even reached the hot shaft he was ardently polishing with his mouth. Knowing that he was soon going to be rewarded, the fertile wolf folded his ears and pushed his maw as deep onto the young warrior's crotch as he could, pushing the hot throbbing tip of the tasty canine poker down to greet his tonsils whilst his lower lip shared a small kiss with his young packmate's furiously contracting scrotum. Trying to fight back the flood of whimpers attempting to escape his muzzle, Leyr hastily coiled his capable canine tongue around the thick shaft of the about-to-explode wolfcock and started jerking it whilst his partner filled up his lungs and prepared to howl.

But before his heavy body was completely submerged in the sea of ecstasy, Leyr hastily threw his head backward, taking one, last, mighty slurp along his packmate's deliciously long malehood before it popped out from inside his painted muzzle. It was as if time had slowed down, Leyr's hungry gaze having ample time to eat up the view of the big, glistening, saliva-coated canine dick throbbing on the verge of climax in front of his eyes. He instinctively opened his canine jaws as wide as possible, closed his eyes, and rolled out his tongue just in time to catch the first, juicy rope of young male spunk with its salivating surface.

The whole village echoed the oscillating breeding howl of a grown male wolf. While it wasn't quite as loud or deep as the ones released by the older warriors it certainly got its point across, both to the other members of the tribe and to Leyr's spinning pregnancy brain. A wolf was being bred.

An explosion of pleasure spread across Leyr's body as soon as the first, thick rope of wolf cum landed on his tongue. The entirety of his gravid frame twitched as the massive influx of sexual satisfaction ran through each corner of his anatomy with the speed and force of a charging bull. The pleasure gripped his sensitive abdomen, breasts, cock, and testes with such intensity he had no choice but to succumb to the mindblowing climax the swirling cocktail of hormones had been cooking up within his lower half.

Leyr's mind went completely blank for a split second as the orgasm truly hit him with the second creamy rope splattering onto his tongue, the big wolf's rattled psyche only recognizing the familiar weight of his own abdomen and the relentless tingling sensation bullying his tailhole, nipples, and genitals. When he eventually regained some of his lust-hazed rationale he was already pumping out the white stuff from both his wildly jumping canine cock and the fully erect nipples of his two male milk jugs. The simultaneous discharging of liquids made Leyr's entire body quiver and the convex-gutted wolf nearly lost his balance with how ravishing of a sensation it was to cum from feeding on another male's thick, young puppybatter.

The young wolf Leyr had been pleasuring came like a lewd, canine geyser, one hefty streak of potent wolf jizz after another being pelted against the crouching puppybarrel's long-hanging taster whilst the other participating malehood did its best to compete both in the speed and volume of its semen output. The delicious, riveting smell of young seed promptly fucked itself into Leyr's nostrils, sending even more spasms of sexual pleasure to travel the gravid canine's bulging carcass.

Desperately desiring every last bit of seed the other male had to give, Leyr's paws moved completely on their own, detaching themselves from his heavily leaking tits and landing on the firm length of the erupting baton of canine pleasure in front of him. Hurriedly swallowing the first half of the load he had been offered, Leyr started jerking off the orgasming canine cock, using his paws to make sure he wasn't denied a single drop of his long-awaited offering. Only now, the balloon-bellied wolf pointed the vigorously throbbing spear of breeding flesh towards the dome of his belly.

Blissfully savoring the virile taste of young semen on his tongue, Leyr slowly opened his eyes and witnessed how the same thick goo which decorated his terrifying canine teeth was slowly coating the fur of his gut one, voluminous splash at a time. It was customary for all males who were actively breeding with the vessel to bless the young growing inside him by ejaculating onto the mother's abdomen, usually to conclude the mating. During his pregnancy, Leyr had grown almost addicted to the feeling of having his belly painted by the thick, warm puppygoo he was doing his own part to help the other males produce with his pheromones. It was like he was being marked by the dominant male as the carrier of his pups. And Leyr loved it.

His arousal still at a steep incline, Leyr kept milking the young male with his paws, the poor pup crying out in pleasure as he emptied the contents of his delectable canine testes on his partner's round abdomen until there was nothing left. By the end of it all, Leyr's ceremonial fertility-tattoo-decorated belly had acquired a glorious coating layer of young canine jizz, his ashen fur taking on a darker tone as it absorbed the moisture from the thick, warm ooze.

"I haven't seen you visiting my tent in a while... No wonder you were so pent up..." Leyr purred quietly, latching his lips onto the young wolf's tip for one final time, greedily sucking out every drop of seed that lingered inside his urethra. To finish off, the pregnant wolf loudly smacked his lips, opening up his jaws to allow the younger male to observe how he licked all his cum off his own teeth. "Thank you for your offering."

But Leyr was not done yet. Having his wobbling tummy so generously frosted with a layer of the strong-scented, potent seed of an amorous male kept the gravid canine's reproductive instincts fully engaged, his unnatural lust only spurred on by his ingestion of jizz. His body still wanted to be mated with, more precisely his tailhole, which had been deprived of hot, throbbing male wolf attention for way too long.

With his young partner still very much erect, Leyr carefully sat down on the ground, trying to land his big rump onto the grass as softly as possible so as not to disturb any of the cubs he was carrying. The smirking male wolf then carefully rolled onto his back, the huge mass of wolf belly blocking his view of the younger canine almost entirely, only the very tips of his ears visible beyond the curve of Leyr's stomach. For a moment, Leyr appeared as if he was trying to give birth right then and there until eventually performing the physical feat of lifting up his furry legs and spreading them out as an open invitation for mating. As much as he loved getting bred from behind, mating on his back was really the only option for him at this stage of his pregnancy.

Now pretty much stuck underneath his own, gravid mass, Leyr took a pair of deep breaths before raising his voice.

"What are you waiting for?"

The pair of grey canine ears twitched behind the furry dome of Leyr's abdomen, dipping out of the expecting canine's view only a split-second later, a pair of surprisingly delicate paws being pressed against the fertile arc of male pregnancy a mere second later. Leyr moaned as the inexperienced paws eagerly rubbed his wobbling fertility, exploring its rounding surface with long, desirous strokes that made the preggers male wag his tail with joy. Getting belly rubs before, during, or after mating was also one of the things Leyr had grown to love during his pregnancy.

But the young warrior naturally wasn't after simply caressing the bulging puppyvault, and soon enough, Leyr was able to feel a familiar, throbbing presence by his exposed tailhole. The mere notion of possibly getting bred was enough to send Leyr's hormones into overdrive and multiple trails of canine milk began streaming down his shapely breasts as a result. His body was screaming to be mated with.

Most likely equally at the end of his wit, the younger wolf eventually made a thrust, getting his second spear devoured by Leyr's male pussy. Now it was the pregnant male's turn to howl. It was also a breeding howl, but slightly different in tone and purpose. It was an incredibly slutty howl, usually only produced by females in estrus.

The young start of a warrior hugged Leyr's wobbling abdomen as he started fucking his needy, pregnant bitch, the vigor of his young hips forcing Leyr to succumb to climax only five thrusts into the mating. He came with another howl, again releasing a small flood of white from both his cock and his breasts, whimpering with bliss as he finally had a real, hard wolf cock ramming into his colon after what had felt like an eternity. The rapid, animalistic humping of his young partner felt so good that a new lusty whine, moan, or whimper was forced out of Leyr's maw with each thrust he received from his packmate.

It didn't take long for the other males in the village to take notice of the ongoing breeding with how loud Leyr was being, and an ever-growing crowd of horny male wolves began gathering around the copulating couple, their leathery loincloths already tenting with male arousal. In no time the moaning, pregnant wolf being actively bred was surrounded by a whole forest of big, twitching, fully erect wolf cocks each and every one of them appearing so virile and alluring to Leyr's lust-crazed eyes.

The vessel was always fair game for public use outside his tent, and as such, Leyr didn't make even the slightest of effort to fight it when some of the observing males stole his paws and brought them up to stroke their meaty malehoods; something which Leyr's body performed automatically upon contact. Some of the other, horniest males did the same with Leyr's feet, each of his big hind paws abruptly attacked by at least two big bitch breeders, the rough paw-pads being craftily used for their pleasure.

One particularly big male quickly claimed the privilege of breeding Leyr's other hole, swiftly squatting over the dazed breeding balloon's unoccupied muzzle and pushing his huge, thirteen-inch puppypole into the salivating depths of Leyr's maw, subsequently starting to hump his bitch in the same rhythm with the younger warrior pounding Leyr's behind. The happy slapping of the warrior's big, furry balls against Leyr's chin made rounds within the small crowd, the intoxicating musk of his canine genitals prompting Leyr to try and lick the tasty treat being rammed into his throat.

More and more warriors started to join in, the most sensitive spots on Leyr's body getting claimed within seconds as three or four males got down on all fours and took the opportunity to knead his furry male jugs and squeeze out big mouthfuls of the sweet puppy-nursing nectar his nipples were squirting out like small fountains. Suddenly there were so many ravenous mouths seeking to drain the nutritious canine milk from his tits, each of his swollen nipples getting attacked by three, four, or even five tongues at a time, the lusty males straight out fighting over who could get a taste of blessed puppyfood. Leyr experienced two or three orgasms immediately as he started getting his big, furry udders caressed, licked, and milked with such passion

The rest of the rutting canine warriors, who had been slower to claim their spot stepped closer and started rubbing their erect cocks onto Leyr's bulbous belly, smearing their male scent all over his fur, making the pregnant male even more aroused. There were a lot of males present, nearly half of the whole village, but lucky for them, there was also plenty of Leyr to go around.

Leyr was in heaven. Completely surrounded by the wonderful scent of eager, virile males. Being bred both in his tailhole and his mouth at the same time. His sensitive body used to please at least a dozen male wolves at once, his big male mammaries being sucked empty of milk, the pheromone-filled concoction disappearing down the hungry mouths of warriors, making their desires stronger the more they swallowed. Every single second of it all was pure bliss.

Eventually, some of the males who had been ferociously sucking out the tasty wolf milk from Leyr's teats replaced their muzzles with their cocks, rubbing their big, hard cocks against the soft layer of fur and bouncy fat, rubbing their tips against the sensitive, milk-squirting nipples of their moaning, whimpering brood-bitch with fervor. And Leyr loved it.

Above all the collective whining and panting of the group of aroused male wolves abruptly rose a howl of the young warrior breeding Leyr, the primal vocalization naturally accompanied by the blue-foreheaded male spilling his seed into the pregnant male's tailhole. Leyr would have howled too, had he not had a 250-pound wolf warrior actively mounting his face with his colossal breeder, only having to settle to gently whimpering against the thirteen inches of cock inside his maw as the sensation of his umpteenth orgasm traveled through his body in one big wave of satisfaction. Since he was already stuffed so full of puppies there was no fertilization to take place, but it still felt just as good as when he had been knocked up by the chief and the others on his first night, perhaps even better.

Having completed his breeding of Leyr, the dazed young wolf was very unceremoniously removed from between his mate's legs, another warrior immediately taking his place and feeding another eager-to-breed wolfcock to the pregnant canine's hungry sphincter before Leyr was even able to come down from his orgasm.

The first wave of males around him were also hitting the limits of their endurance, each blasting their copious loads of canine cum onto either Leyr's belly or tits, slowly but surely showering the gravid male with their seed, either backing away to give room to others or simply continuing what they were up to before. Leyr happily bathed in his packmates' cum, the smell of successful breeding rewarding the gravid canine with even more dopamine and oxytocin, making him all that much more eager to serve the rowdy bunch of rutting males.

In the midst of all the heated group breeding, Leyr could have sworn one of the puppies inside his belly kicked. He didn't know for certain, since at the exact same millisecond, the big wolf humping his muzzle decided to unload his puppies into Leyr's throat, providing the pregnant mother wolf with another tail-erecting orgasm. Nevertheless, Leyr was happy.

It would only be a month or two before he would be shitting out puppies. The shaman had told Leyr that giving birth could take up to two days, and the process would feel like one long orgasm. After that, he would of course need to nurse the puppies for at least 3 weeks before they would be strong enough to consume ground meat. Apparently, during that time, his breasts were to grow even more and lactate constantly to ensure all puppies were well-fed. The shaman had said that Leyr's breasts would most likely overproduce milk since they were already so active and had said that he would personally help him to milk and preserve any extra Leyr might have, because of the strong aphrodisiac properties of the vessel's milk.

Because of the spell, Leyr would remain fertile for upwards of a year after having his first litter, making multiple litters possible. But since it was looking like Leyr would give birth to a healthy eight or nine cubs, the tribe didn't precisely need a second litter. Thus, the chief and the shaman were in discussions about lending their vessel to one or two of the neighboring tribes, who also worshipped the goddess but didn't participate in the abdominal pregnancy tradition. The equines and the bulls had apparently expressed interest in getting themselves a temporary wolf bride, but the conditions of the deal were yet to be settled, the chief naturally gauging how much goods each tribe would be willing to trade for his vessel.

How would it feel to give birth to a colt or be the breeding cow for the strong bulls? Leyr had occasionally wondered that, as both tribes had males much bigger than the wolves in Leyr's village.

But as always, those sweet, sinful thoughts of his were abruptly swept from his mind as another warrior came inside his tailhole and prompted the appropriate response out of Leyr, whose cock had nothing more to give and only twitched weakly without squirting out any semen. A few other males came onto his round abdomen, another one taking his place in the prime breeding spot between Leyr's legs, the horny swarm of wolves appearing increasingly insatiable. It would most likely take until sunset before they were all satisfied and Leyr would be able to waddle back into his tent.