A new life, new routine and pregnancy

When you wake each morning you walk with Maul into the woods, sometimes out to the flowing stream and sometimes, when he is concerned about other beasts entering the pack's hunting ground, you climb the low mountain in which the cave is hidden. Sometimes Maul disappears into the woods to hunt for you and bring you meat, which you eat so raw it is still warm. But most often he breeds you, hunching over your rump, thrusting into you and making you cum with his burning bestial lust. You cry out with joy each time he fills you with his boiling seed.

Thoughts of your sister and of Paisley disappear. You forget where you are, other than at home, and your old life is swallowed up by the routine of being the pack bitch. Most of the hunting lupines are satisfied by your hands or mouth. Great hunters are rewarded, sometimes as they pack watches, with your tight asshole. You cry out as they penetrate you and think of Maul, powerful and brave, and you beg them for their seed to fill your bowels. They are all too happy to give it to you. The assfucking makes you touch yourself, sometimes finishing after they have, spunk leaking from your stretched rosebud as you frig yourself to climax.

Days have passed and you awake one morning feeling ill. You cannot hold down your meal nor keep in any water. A bitch comes to you, one of the **** of the pack, and she sniffs at your loins.

"Your plug has formed," she says. "Your first litter is coming."

You cry tears of joy. Maul will be so glad for you. When you have come to your senses you ask the bitch, "How long?"

"Two full moons from the start," she says. "But you are into it. From now only one and a half."

Maul is overjoyed that night. But he brings unhappy truth. "I cannot breed you until our pups are born."

You surprise even yourself when tears fall from your eyes. You hug his big neck and kiss his head. This sort of affection is inappropriate, but Maul allows it under the circumstances.

"The others may not touch you," growls Maul. "But you may still pleasure me and I will still mount your ass, so you will not be starved of my seed."

Though his promise is not quite true, you do yearn to feel his cum boiling into your cunt, you do receive great pleasure from serving him. As your belly grows you spend nights slurping on his cock and drinking the hot broth of his loins. Your morning walks together often climax with him over your rump, his hot cock slamming into your tender hole until he howls and fills your ass with his cum. More than once he even stays atop you, growling to you as his knot presses painfully into your ass and keeps you locked until the swelling diminishes.

Your belly is not the only change to come over your body. Your pert breasts begin to grow round and hard with hormonal response to your pregnancy. After several weeks your nipples have fattened and you wake for the first time with cloudy beads of liquid at the ends of your breasts. You soon learn that squeezing and massaging your growing titflesh produces a spray of liquid that tastes like a very sweet milk. You milk yourself often, enjoying the feeling and watching the way the liquid sprays out like a shower head rather than a single stream like a baby's bottle.

"This is good," Maul says, catching you playing with your larger breasts. He licks up the milk on your chest. "Your taste is sweet. You will produce much milk for the litter. I enjoy watching you practice."

You run your fingers roughly down your breasts and tighten them to a pinch of your nipples that produces another warm shower of milk. Your other hand moves across your fat belly and to the furry thatch of your pubic hair and you massage your cunt, watching Maul and expressing more milk. His cock is fully emerged from its sheath, pink and throbbing with excitement.

"Turn over," he finally says. "I will mount you now."

You quickly roll onto your knees and reach back with one hand to pull apart your assflesh. He gives you a sniff and then climbs atop you, clawed hands hooking over your thighs as he guides his cock to the tight divot of your anus. You press your shoulders and swollen breasts on the pine needles and push back against him, impaling yourself on his hot length.

The act is quick and raunchy and full of passion. You gasp and finger your dripping cunt as he humps against your ass and feeds his cock in and out of you. You cum together, you, arching your back and working your hips, Maul, howling, head back, claws drawing blood from your hips as his scalding spunk pumps deep into your ass. You separate before you are tied and you quickly turn and take him into your mouth, sucking him clean, licking his knot to calm its swelling.

"Soon," he says, curling beside you. "Soon you we will be joined by our pups."

He rests his head lightly on your chest and you sleep together. As you are drifting off, you think you hear the distant sound of something in the sky. A familiar noise of a past life.

An aircraft.