A happy life with the pack

Thankfully, your fears are never realized. If humans are searching for you, they do not find you. A few days later you go into labor. It is agonizingly painfully, your body wracked with contractions, but some of the **** bitches help you through your birthing. Maul paces outside the den, unable to watch your suffering. After more than three hours your pups have been born, eight in all. They are pink and hairless except for their heads and the backs of their necks.

Your pups resemble both human and lupine infants. The other bitches assure you this is normal. You do as a lupine mother and lick them clean of the embryonic fluids, before giving them turns suckling at your breasts. Some take to it, others are not interested or struggles with your fat nipples. Those are passed to other bitches to nurse while they are growing. Maul joins you as a little boy is suckling at your breast.

"You are suited to motherhood," he says and licks the infant's head affectionately.

You sleep and recover for the next two days. Your breasts continue to grow, your nipples stretching out with the nursing. In time you find that getting onto your hands and knees and allowing your milk-filled tits to hang beneath you, nipples actually dripping with milk, is the best method for feeding. You give so much milk you squeeze it into cups for the other bitches.

After many days you receive your first request for service since giving birth. It is a larger dark-gray faced male called Gnaw. He was always one of your more pleasant visitors. You still are not up to breeding with Maul, but you accept his suggestion of your hand.

"Your pups are growing and strong," he compliments as you reach beneath him and begin to stroke the hot length of his pink cock. "You will give Maul many litters."

You are surprised to detect a certain sadness in his growl. Did Gnaw harbor affections for you? You squeeze his cockflesh and let your thumb smear the precum oozing from the head over the shaft. Your stroking fist begins to make a wet sound as it travels the length of his prick.

"Do you desire a litter of your own?" you ask.

"I do," he answer. "But I do not have a mate."

"You will," you reassure him. Feeling surprisingly lusty, you stroke his fur and decide to offer him more than your hand.

"Would you like to mount my ass?" you whisper to him. "We can pretend that you are breeding me."

He looks at you intensely and then nods his head, a human gesture rarely copied by the lupines. You get up on your hands and knees and present yourself to him. The birth did not stretch you as a human child might have, but you are still tender. Gnaw sniffs your quim and ass and then mounts you quickly, seemingly aware that some bitches are watching you with annoyance. Gnaw takes hold of your hips with his clawed hands and slowly enters your ass. Your tight ring gives way and you feel him pushing deep into you, his cock as hot as the lupine pricks always are.

"Oh yes," you sigh. "Breed my ass, Gnaw."

He fucks you quickly, balls smacking against your juicy slit, howling as he spunks deep into your ass. He nips at your neck and you gasp as you feel his knot pressing against your stretched hole.

"What are you-" Your question is interrupted as his thick knot presses up your ass. The bitches watching growl at the sight of you tied to Gnaw, even it is your ass he has inseminated. Making matters worse, the feeling of his knot pressing inside you turns you on incredibly and you drop your breasts forward and frig yourself to an orgasm. Your moans of pleasure echo through the den.

Later that night, long after you have separated from Gnaw, your mate returns from the hunt. He sniffs you and says nothing. Your stomach leaps into your throat as you watch him turn and saunter over to Gnaw. Maul grabs the smaller lupine with both clawed hands and speaks to him in an angry whisper so that you cannot hear his voice. In this way, Gnaw is exiled from the pack, chased out by your mate and the other males. He casts a last look at you as he departs forever.

Maul returns to you, not speaking of the exiling, and he mounts you. His cock is eager for your cunt after these weeks without it. He thrusts into you and holds you firm and snaps his jaws against your neck.

"You are mine," he asserts and cums deep inside you.

Ever day that week he breeds you morning and night. Your cunt is filthy with his seed and he does not permit you to bathe. Only when the first signs of pregnancy appear does he relent, allowing you to wash in the stream before immediately mounting you again, slapping his hot cock into your bred cunt as your milk-dripping tits swing beneath you.

"This is your life," he growls, allowing his knot to slip into your quim. "I demand no less than five litters from your loins. Healthy ones. And no member of the pack may take your ass again."
"Yes, Maul," you moan, cumming around his knot.

"Your pack name will now be 'Heat' for you are always eager for my cock and ready to breed." Maul actually thrusts and pushes his knot into you deeper. "And you are mine."

"Yes, Maul," you cry, as your orgasm peaks. "I am yours forever."