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Thick, fluttering foliage surrounded me as I weaved my way through the forest's wooden labyrinth. "Moon's Shadow... Doesn't sound too inviting..." I muttered to myself, loosening the black hood under which disclosed my hidden armoured body. The round glasses idly lain on the bridge of my muzzle like a quiet cat. My gold rattled from my coin purse with a melodic tune which only thieves could appreciate to the fullest. A quick pat against my chest plate, I reassured myself of the stolen necklace being safely tucked away. It had been merely two nights since those feline sentries had chased me from their city; two nights since the beginning of my blind search for a new residence. Many towns, which might have some unknown treasures shielded from outsiders, dotted the map. The largest settlement, catching my greedy eyes, lay beyond this tensely clad forest. With a strong determination and a hungry stomach, my goal was set in stone, preferably in some rare gemstone...

The day was still young as I neared the heart of the woodland. Short avian songs occasionally echoed across wooden giants. An equine smell still lingered on my fur from the night before accentuated by the scent of honey mead. Despite the lush rooftop of the woodland, the sun pierced through "Moon's Shadow" with its golden arrows. Small swirls of mayflies danced in a wild frenzy illuminated by the sun's golden pillars. Like a gust of shimmering dust cloud, they twirled in such a hypnotic manner. Mould mushrooms mosaicked old moss clothed trees freckling thick rough trunks. Without hesitation, my hood was peeled from my form, wrapping itself into a waist sash. Black leathered armour clung tightly against my dark cloth shirt and trousers. Deciding show off my badge of honour (more like dishonour), I placed the thick silver chain around my neck. The oval sapphire gem glimmered brightly like the deep ocean blue. My webbed paw held it up of me to wonder at its twinkling beauty. A grinning muzzle was reflected by the jewel as my eyes, like a humming bird, inspected its carved contours. The silver frame bore an elegant cursive writing. Symbols smoothly intertwined with the following, encircling the precious gem.

A faint trickle of water whispered from afar. A happy chirp came from my throat as I let the necklace fall back against my chest. Flicking my ears eastwards, I was before hurrying in between trees. Jumping over ancient roots and dodging low hanging vines, I heard lifeless leaves cracked underneath my weight. What is an otter without the smooth flow of a river? The stream's music grew louder as my contentment raced along my beating heart, and my growling stomach. The babbling brook was mere leaps away until...

... a sudden tug stopped me in my tracks. A tight grip around my ankle was the only sign I had before being lifted from the ground. My vision blurred for a quick moment after my glasses tumbled from my muzzle. Before acknowledging my captured state and registering the reason the world had without warning inverted itself, I panted heavily trying desperately to find the source of my confusion. I hurriedly unsheathed one of my steel throwing knives which thankfully still clung onto the side of my chest plate. With a grunt, I tried to lift myself closer to my ankle. Biting down on my weapon's handle, I swung myself closer bit by bit to the gripping rope. Soon after I've finally gotten hold of the trap, my eyes went agape as my fingers touched a metallic steel wire which seem to glow with malicious pride. A deep chuckle took me aback. Leaves crunched anew. Before I could figure out the owner of the low voice, my head took a heavy hit and shortly after, the world faded away.

~

I awoke with a throbbing pain. My face pressed against soft grass, as I lay sideways on the ground. I felt yet suffocating grips around my ankles as my paws were bound behind my back. Grunting, I tried to sit up whilst finding myself back in a tent. In the centre a copper kerosene lantern was hoisted up with a dying flame on the wooden gallows. An earthy scent filled my senses reminding me of a freshly scythed meadow. My blurred vision scouted across the surrounding trying to find a secure way out. My armour was dismantled from me, leaving my body only with the cloth outfit. Both gold and weaponry vanished along my leather protection. My heart raced, bashing heavily against my chest with a desperate rhythm as if clawing at its coffin underneath many feet of soil. Noticing a piece of fabric wrapped around my short muzzle, a state of panic merged with my mind. I squeezed my short muzzle open by a slit before my jaw ached and gave in to the bound. My panting, now taking up a deeper more erratic rhythm, seemingly alerted a guard close by.

"Had enough beauty sleep?" a voice resonated from within the tent. I gazed up, finding an obscure figure sitting nonchalantly on an old tree log. He soon stood up before nearing my bound body.

"It looks like we found ourselves the infamous thief of the Eastern Lands!" he announced, squatting down in front of me. With a clawed digit, he lifted my head by the chin until face to face, muzzle to muzzle from each other. His statement rippled a faint echo in my head. His neck was broad enough to host such a resonating voice heavy and deep like a grunt in a cavern.

A wolf! Part leather, but mostly steel forged armour; a high ranked soldier, I would presume. The main features of wolves jumped right at me. His grey fur contrasted with his yellow eyes which were deeply embedded in his large canine skull. His pale ice cold teeth flashed like sparks as he grinned malevolently. His hefty black whiskers lightly dotted his snout. A small tear on one of his ears was his major feature, forcing it to flop slightly downwards. Some silver earrings tried to avert your attention but the scar had already made its impression. "What big eyes you have...What big ears you have..."

I was sure he sported a muscular form underneath the layer of protection. Intimidatingly large metal plate formed around his upper torso. Giant steel petals bid his stout shoulders some safeguard. A rusted chainmail hung from underneath the chest plate, shielding his back and abdominal region. Some iron-red rings broke the mesh's pattern, leaving small rips and holes to bare the wolf's hard abs. Studded leather arms and leg covers looked flimsy and weak on those lean limbs. From his belt, he pulled out a scroll before revealing it. The canine held it up and gave it a mindless glance, as if to confirm he had indeed taken the correct poster.

"Wanted: Dead! Reward: 5'000 Gold Coins!" he grinned at the late statement which was underlined by the wolf slowly running his clawed digit along the piece of paper. Certainly I must have been horrified about being wanted dead. But all I could muster was how disgusted and appalled by the cheap bounty money. My eyes squinted to inspect whether or not at least the inked mug shot mirrored my actual appearance. He gave off a strong huff before tapping the sign with his claw, as if to emphasis on a moot point. His laden breath fogged around my face.

"Can't see without these, huh?" the canine tossed my pair of glasses from his pocket onto my lap. One lens was shattered, presumably from earlier during the day. The thin metal frame still thankfully held its shape. The guard chuckled under his breath, returned to his log, taking slow almost prideful strides. With each step, he rolled up the poster twist by twist. With a swift wiggle, I nudged my glasses off my lap. The heavy lutrine tail of mine slowly swiped it back until I could grasp them. I felt the loose shards of glass against my digits.

"It's been some time..." he announced before bending over to grasp a dagger, lodged partly in the severed tree trunk, into his brawny paw.

"... since we had new blood amongst the Crescent Clan."

The curved, ivory handled weapon was held up high, blocking the light shining from the oil lamp. The casted shadow loomed against my captured body. Roasting his dagger along its handle in the dim light, the guard inspected its edge as if savouring fine wine. He traced one of his digits along the blade before flicking his claw against its tip. The murmur of metal seemingly made the wolf chortle as if priding himself not of the forged dagger but of his natural weaponry.

The guard firmly turned on his hind-paw. His hefty boot wrung the soil, leaving some leaves uprooted. His blurred form bled my vision like a drop of ink on wet paper as the canine neared yet again my captured state. I scrambled to the very edge of that large tent by pushing with my bound legs in unison. But before I could have made a noticeable bulge on the textile wall, I was greeted by a completely different one.

My stubby nose bumped into a bundle of sweat and musk. My eyes went agape. I would feel his warmth emitted by his jutting crotch, carrying an earthy scent which conquered my senses. My breath became deeper, laden with panic, astonishment, and most of all lust. Drool oozed from the sides of my muzzle, darkening the fabric which held my maw shut. All of a sudden, I felt the coldness of a blade gently tracing along my neck. Shiver ran down my spine as if to flee from the potentially lethal threat.

"You bite and it'll be the last thing you'll ever do!" he growled lowly as he masterly slit the cloth apart. It landed on my shoulders and hung there for a moment before my former bound glided down upon the ground. I opened wide, clicking my jaw out and back in place. The abrupt surge of cold air tickled the inside of my maw and my tongue. Before undressing his lower form, the wolf bit onto the handle of the dagger to free both his paws. An accessorised belt with pouches and a sword sheath collapsed and nestled next to his booted hind-paws followed by a stained loincloth. A sudden flood of male canid odour burst from his crotch. The sweat dripping occasionally onto my trousers dimmed his fur into a blackened shade of grey. Each lemon sized testis dangled lazily and low in his furry cum sack. His swollen sheath pulsated as his member grew in size. A blood red tipped wolf cock emerged from its tight confines. Droplets of pre rolled down the underside of his shaft. I gazed with fascination and longing at him, smelling and taking in the guard's potent scent. Soon enough, his heavy cock flopped on top of the bridge of my muzzle and its tip steadily leaked its juices on my forehead.

My maw erotically wedged against his slowly forming canine knot and the sheath, pulled back like a sleeve by his still enlarging member. His broad paw held my head in place, even caressing my round otter ear with a sense of false affection. I looked up, lightly squinting at my captor as his dick throbbed in between my eyes. Instinctively, a small quiet whimper escaped my throat. My whiskers trembling against these churning balls, trying to produce more loads of thick wolf semen for the canine to spray at his heart's content.

Being at the end of his patience, he gave me a commanding and snaring frown after catching my gaze at him. Swiftly, my tongue shot past my lips. The hot appendage assaulted his nuts. Wet slurps came from his groin. His rich concentrated funk made my nose wrinkle a tad. I tasted his sweat, his natural musk, and all those earthy flavours which had accumulated from the dirty loincloth. It took quite the self-control from my part not to let out a moan, stifled by his wet fur. Yet I succumbed to my lust-driven instincts. My mind was clouded by the hot fog of pheromones spewed from his puppy factory. I cupped those lumps with my tongue, feeling its weight. I reached out to lap and savour the juices from his taint. Even small kisses were placed onto his sack, lovingly and with care.

Unexpectedly, a warm flow started to flow down my face, along my cheeks and even trickled a little into the sides of my slobbering muzzle.

"There you go, little bitch! You must be so happy to be finally claimed by a real man!"

"Fucking dogs..."

I hap hazardously continued my onslaught at his cum sack. Bathing him with my own drool, I obediently sat there as the wolf marked me with his piss. His warm urine flowed down onto my shirt, making it cling longingly against my chest. With a sudden tug on my ears, the guard brought my maw away from his jewels, allowing his still pissing cock to slide along the bridge of my muzzle. My lips brushed momentarily against his pointed tip before he pushed his cock past them. The hot pouring of his juices over flooded my maw before I gulped his stream down. Trying to swallow each droplet of piss, I unintentionally groaned around his shaft. The sensation of being allowed to drink a real man's urine was surprisingly titillating. Along with the inflating knot skimming gently against my lips and his balls emitting his pungent smell for me to take in like a greedy pup, I couldn't help but have ambiguous feelings towards my sexual treatment.

His golden flow dwindled, marking his cue to begin thrusting his now rock hard, beating phallic wolfhood. Every thick pulsating vein grazed my tongue. My jaw nearly unhinged from his sheer thickness. The guard's calmed but forceful humps swung his cum sack against my chin. Each thrust into his cheap whore's muzzle brought those lemon sized nut slamming into me, bringing whiffs of musk across my face. However, with each pull, the wolf nearly graciously swayed his hips in order to tilt his cock sideways. Its tip pressed against the inside of my cheeks which bulged enormously as a result. My maw felt ever single inch of his meat. My broad otter tongue smoothly filed the underside of his member. Small pathetic whimpers came from me as occasionally only his angry red tip remained sealed by my lips. Yet they were promptly silenced by another rough thrust carrying another whiff of wolf scent.

As he continued breeding my muzzle, which was merely a bitch dripping in heat in his eyes, his knot had eventually enlarged to its fullest. It resembled small gourds covered with blood vessels. Soon the canine will knot my maw, making me impossible to breath as he'd shoot rope after rope, load after load of potent wolf seed directly into my throat.

SNAP

The ropes binding my wrists together finally ripped into pieces. The shard from my glasses did its meticulous slow work, slicing through each thick strand during my worship of the wolf's tool. After a rapid swing, I brought both my paws up. I saw his yellow eyes lit up with both shock and anger. With all the force I could muster, I punched the guard right in his family jewels. He bent over in agony and gave a low and loud howl. Quickly, I fell onto my back, bending my bound legs to my stomach before kicking the wolf's head, sending him into oblivion.

His dagger fell in the meantime which I snatched from the ground in order to cut my ankles loose from one another. Standing up, I noticed my captor still breathing heavily with his maw open and his canid tongue hanging lazily from the side. Drool puddled on the soil around his muzzle as he lay there unconscious, half naked with still his erect member.

"Donavon?! You all well?" yelled someone from outside the shut entrance of the tent. Its voice sounded younger and more amicable than that from Big Don over there. My eyes shot wide open. His previous scream must have alerted yet another canine guard.

Out of panic, I started to moan and grunt submissively. Might I say, even giving my rear cheeks some self-induced slaps I faked a beautifully expressed orgasm cheating any male ears into believing otherwise.

A quiet chuckle was all the response I needed to slowly fade away my faux cries of pleasure. Hastily, I bend over to the passed out Donavon before tying him into the same position I have found myself in earlier. Paws behind his back, ankles tied firmly together. With the dagger, I started dulling his claws to prevent him from escaping. Though, by the time he would have woken up, I would have been long gone hidden by the horizon. Otter sailors knot held his limbs in place for certain. Using his loincloth to seal that dribbling muzzle, I gave it a last firm tug.

Silently, I crept out of the tent, slithering underneath the cloth wall. I was greeted by tree trunks, orderly lined next to each other like silent soldiers, standing upright with its spiked wooden helmets at the top. The sky, dotted with stars, bore a dimly shining moon behind the clouds. My mind raced through possibilities.

"Wooden fort with a palisade. Main building heavily secured, usually in the centre of the fort. Avoid the centre. There should be more than one entrance (exit, in my case). Main gate most secured. To be avoided at all cost. Watchtowers usually located at corners along with gate towers. Watch guards; Archers or can shout to high heaven. Wolves; probably the latter. Gate towers, smaller, less guarded. Best option; Sneak along the wall, hide as well as possible, find a secondary entrance/exit, leave gear behind, find a river...again."

Still clutching the wolf's dagger, I shuffled as quietly as possible along the stake-wall. Darting past canine soldiers who were chit chatting about the latest hunt, I kept myself as best as I could in the shadow and along the fort wall. Cool breezes passed by, running its icy grip against my fur. Shivers yet again flowed through my limbs and spine before ending at the tip of my thick tail.

As I inspected the surrounding, my eyes fell onto a murkily lit tower. Not tall enough to bid a substantial advantage for sentries, and there was precisely where my escape resided. Quietly, my hind-paws carried me to the exit. I ended up right behind a fairly large tent which hid me well from the torches which shone upon the gravel paths inside of the stronghold.

Ahead of me, the large but manageable gate stood firmly shut, facing to my right. I stared studiously at the watch point and noticed a fairly young wolf sitting above me. Around the small hay roof, clouds of smoke oozed from the flames of the torches which hung tilted at each corner. The lithe pup had soot black fur like the night sky. He wore light brown leather attire as he tiredly wielded a spear.

As I inconspicuously glanced sideways to study the gate's lock, my surrounding became darker. I took my glasses from my muzzle and rapidly cleaned the remaining lens on part of my shirt that wasn't soaked ...with...with piss...

I audibly gulped as putting the flimsy glasses back onto the ridge of my muzzle. Standing straight up from my crouched pose, I felt a heavy paw landing and squeezing tightly against my shoulders. Sighing, I peered to the black clawed and furred wolf paw.

"Oh Donavon! You're an otter...?" the behemoth of a canine growled each word from his stomach. With that he took hold of my scruff, lifted me from the ground to bring my muzzle close to his, and huffed through his nose. My hind-paw dangled mid-air. I instinctively dropped the blade to grasp at my twisted scruff with both paws.

"And what a pretty lil otter as well,... Donavon...!"

From the shadow, I should barely realise his bulking shoulder muscles. Each limb formed from hills of pure meat and testosterone. His chest was thick as the tree trunks of the walls itself. With each heave of breath he took, it rose with pride and near doubled in size. Pitch black rough fur with two glowing silver eyes. The wolf, from before, seemed to be a twig after I've stumbled across the beast that was lifting me up with one arm without even blinking an eye. I raised my legs to push myself off him. But as soon as my hind-paw pads touched his abs, I could not tell whether my kick was aimed at a living creature or a stone wall.

~

"Avoid the centre..."

In metal shackles, kneeling in the middle of the hallway of the only wooden building in the centre of the stronghold, I found myself some distant away from a large throne. Its dark blood red wood showed grandeur and pillared by two soldiers on each side. It was empty at that moment as I took a curious glance upwards. Tall curtained windows aligned the outstretched walls.

The black beast, from before, forced my head downwards again with his large naked hind-paw. He had carried me here through the settlement like a prized trophy. The wolf simply wore a thick loincloth, a belt with a two handed sword, and steel shoulder harness on his left side. He stood rigidly behind me, slightly to my right, all the while holding a chain which connected to a brass collar around my neck. Disgruntled, presumably by approaching dawn, the black behemoth gave a low sleep deprived yawn.

A door creaked open disclosing the sound of foot pads leading up to the throne belonged to the Alpha. From the corner of my eyes, the black wolf had kneelt down, bowing is bulky thick head.

"Rise!" the Alpha announced. A firm yet mild male voice, which forebode and embodied the quality of pride and majesty, resonated throughout the candle lit hall.

I tried to lift myself upwards but a harder kick against my back brought me smashing against the carpeted floor. The collar pulled a tad before I could readjust myself into the previous position.

"Not...You..." Growls from the beast, resembling whispers, was emphasised with tugs at my metal leash.

"This is what General Delta had caught during his patrol?" An inquiring question.

"Yes Alpha!" An obedient bark.

"The Thief of the Eastern Lands... in our midst...How amusing." A spoken reflection.

"Yes Alpha!" An empty-headed agreement.

"Fate was on our side when you ... re-captured him." A witty comment.

"Yes Alpha!" A fickle acknowledgement.

"And do you know of General Delta's state?" A quick transition.

"No Alpha! Brought him here as soon as!" A cheap excuse.

"I shall then tell you, Beta." An opening statement.

"He was found unconscious, bound with his groin exposed." I stifled the sudden urge to burst out chuckling mockingly.

"And he is the Head of our soldiers, mind you! Yet, found tied up like a ... prisoner." I felt his gaze on me with that piercing word.

"Out-foxed by an otter who would have escaped our grasps if it were not for your vigilance!" A direct praise.

"Yes Alpha!" A hidden cry of joy.

At that moment, my blood, usually flowing with a tranquil demeanour, bubbled and boiled. I had a life to live! Places to travel and explore! Treasures to steal and sell! I was stuck then with a bunch of dogs barking around saying nothing. I pulled on my shackles in vain but mostly out of anger. I was free to do as I pleased! Yet, there I was, in the pinnacle of social hierarchy and mindless obedience.

"How did you manage that, thief?" A fol-...

"I punched him in his dirty GONADS when I ..." I shouted at the Alpha, perking my head up to stare him down. My posture froze mid scream as my cry lodged firmly in my throat. A sudden kick against my skull threw my body anew against the floor. My mind blurred and throbbed in mild pain as my breath slowed, nearing to a halt. Looking up from my lying position, my sight was fixed onto the crystalline wolf.

The blinding white fur shone brighter than any nocturnal celestial object. His eyes were as blue and cold as the northern glaciers. His only attire, a silken loincloth with intricate embroidered patterns, glimmered in the glow from the chandelier above. A silver arm bracelet wrung itself around his lean upper right arm as he sported an agent crown fit for any lunar King. Around his neck...my...necklace. The sapphire gem twinkled in irony, stolen from a thief.

The Alpha arose from this throne like the moon emerging from darkened clouds. His strong steps against the elongated crimson carpet closed in on me. I saw his ivory hind-paw claws scraping lazily at the red fabric.

"Fiery! Temperament is the root of...of all ..." He snapped his digits. "What's the word, Beta?"

"Of all Passion, Alpha!"

"Ah...Passion...That is correct!" He squatted down to meet my gaze. His celeste blue iris seemed to shimmer like mighty waves hilting against white cliffs.

"Bring him to me. Oh...and leave your breechcloth with him as well, Beta." The Alpha lazily commanded before exciting the hallway, leaving me to be dragged by the big black wolf and my leash. I scrambled clumsily behind the bear-like canid beast who huffed at the request of his superior while ripping the cloth from his groin.

~

Muzzled by an even more pungent cloth, reeking of urine, cum, and the vilest strongest scent of sweat, I was pushed into the Alpha's personal quarters. My mind fogged and blurred from the onslaught of musk in my nostrils. Collar taken away, but the shackles around my wrists and ankles are still very much present. The room was of stone compared to the rest of the wooden building. The floor carpeted, showing large exotic birds and strange plants. At the far end, a large fireplace calmly burned away tree logs as a comfortable pace. The crackling of splitting wood muttered behind an iron screen.

"Thief! Come." The same smoothing yet strict voice echoed across the room. The Alpha stood with all his augustness in front of a King sized bed. The chains in between my hind-paws were just long enough allowing me to take small shy steps while my paws yet again paralysed behind my back.

I passed his jewelleries, along with my necklace, which were neatly placed on an oak table. It stood underneath a pompous wall tapestry portraying the crescent waxing moon along with beautifully woven symbolic representations of star constellations.

Arriving in front of the Alpha, I tried to stand as upright as possible. Pushing my chest forward, raising my chin up high to compensate for my apparent shortness compared to him, I let my hazel iris meet those suffocating dead cold eyes. His paw suddenly grasped my throat, its claws dangerously pressing against my veins and arteries. His touch was numbingly freezing. With a jerk, he threw my body onto the bed.

My tail lifted by his frosty grip as my legs opened as wide as possible at that moment. I felt his weight shift the bed slightly. Folding my ears back, I immediately submitted myself to his power. I felt his knee resting upon my hind-paws, making me grunt a bit in pain. The Alpha proceeded with massaging one of my butt cheeks with his wintry touch while the other had cooled my thick lutrine tail to Niflheim.

His tongue trailed my pucker. My eyes shot open realising his appendage felt hot! He ran his tongue from my taint to the base of my tail, paying special attention to my winking rosebud. Like steaming water being poured onto my rear, the Alpha rimmed my quivering tailhole. My eyes rolled back. I moaned loudly with lustfully with a burning passion as I lifted my rear higher for easier access. The experience melted all my worries away and even the musk from the black monster begun sweetening my bent submissive mind. I pushed back as much as I could, chained and bound. My groin stirred with each sizzling hot lap against the entrance of my love chute. I felt myself becoming looser as the wolf rimmed me like a Breeding God.

His maw radiated uncontrollable fiery heat onto my rear until sweat began to ooze from my body. My otter cock pulsated with eagerness from its sheath. Already leaking pre onto the silken bed sheets, it jerked along with my heart beat. A muffled gasp escaped my muzzle as the Alpha decided to milk me like a dairy cow. With each downwards motion, he brought the air surrounding my cock to cool substantially. I had never quivered and trembled with pure erotic lust but in his touch, both icy cold and flaming hot. He continued to massage my hole, caressing and kissing it with his scorching maw. Warm drool dribbled down my crack, against my taint, and finally blissfully ending at my brown balls.

A wet slurp sound followed by a satisfied groan from my part, the Alpha slid his tongue inside of me. It slithered and cleansed my inside! He was eagerly eating me out! My tight boy cunt twitched wildly on his wet appendage as my ears were filled with the guzzling sound of the wolf's hungry muzzle.

Slowly he pulled himself free from my pucker. I whimpered longingly and desperately for him to continue making me his little rim bitch. But soon, I felt a new sensation pressed firmly in my rear crack. His sheath, silken soft, was swelling at an enormous rate. It literally pushed my cheeks even further apart before an even larger cock emerged from its confines. His wolfhood felt as thick as my own forearm as it flopped covered in its natural earthy lubricant.

Just at the feeling of his broad tip trying to push my hole once new apart brought me over the edge. My pathetic little otter cock spewed ropes and ropes of my own semen. I heard the Alpha merely chuckle at the sight. The sheer size of his cock suddenly dawned upon me. His tip roughly pushed and wedged itself vigorously into my pucker! My muffled scream of pain made my chest heave in despair. The Alpha grunted at my discomfort but continued to invade my hole. After having popped his leaking canine tip in, came his shaft.

I was going to be torn in half! Johnathan's horse cock was slender compared to the fat cock this wolf had. Tears ran down my face as my whimpers grew in volume. Each and every single vein I felt squeezing past my sphincter and into me. I hadn't even realised the Alpha leaning over me until I felt those sharp teeth burry themselves into the flesh of my shoulders. I wiggled and wormed underneath him. The pain from his mating bite intensified both the agony and the pleasure I felt from his thrust. His penetration dragged out until from the window, the first signs of dawn appeared.

With each feet of wolf dick, my abused drooling hole widened until his abnormal girth diminished a bit. He then slammed the last few inches into me. His melon sized knot had forcefully punched brutalised hole. My stomach bulged from the impact as I screamed and cried in anguish and mindless satisfaction. My otter balls pulled themselves to my body again before I came anew onto the already formed puddle of my seed.

My orgasm brought my hole to spasm and tremble around the thick rod of wolf. The Alpha had begun his breeding at least. Primal instincts set in. Pulling himself out and pushing that throbbingly hard member back, the wolf gained in speed and might. His groin slapped against my sore cheeks until all I could muster from my nether region the wolf's tool, bulging my belly.

My fears grew tenfold as I noticed his erratic humping and the tightening of his bite against my bleeding shoulders. With a final thrust, he had managed to squeeze that monster knot inside of me.

My vision blurred and darkened. The pain overrode my lust hazed mind. The last sensation before I fell unconscious from the Alpha's breeding was a low dominant howl and a flood of cum filling me up to the brim.