Continue your secret encounters with Gnaw

Days come and go and you begin to forget about your sister or the elite halls of Paisley. You are alone now, more at home with these beasts than you can ever imagine being with your fellow girls. Part of surviving is enduring, but there are secret pleasures to be found.

Each morning you are reminded that Maul is the master of the pack. He growls at you to raise your ass and you comply, not out of devotion, but fear, raising your scratch-scarred hindquarters to your mate. Maul mounts you quickly and stabs his cock into your unprepared cunt. He cares nothing for your pleasure, gripping your hips in his clawed hands, pounding you until he fills you with his seed once again. Each time he seems to enjoy the feel of his knot sinking into your cunt and forcing you to remain humiliatingly linked to him. As you are tied you search the den for Gnaw. The gray-faced lupine does not stare, but the fleeting eye contact gives you the strength you need to endure your daily breeding.

"Good bitch," Maul growls in your ear and slides his fat cock from your cum-stuffed cunny.

He cleans himself and departs with the strongest males to hunt. When he is gone, you rise on unsteady legs, Maul's seed dripping down your thighs. You stagger to the entrance of the cave, watching for any sign that they might return prematurely. You do not look back to be sure Gnaw has seen you leave. You depart from the entrance and walk into the dark forest. It is quiet and cool beneath the dense canopy of trees. You clean yourself with leaves and wait.

Gnaw comes to you soon, padding softly through the fallen leaves and over to you. He licks your face as you embrace him.

"I cannot stand him," you say.

"Some day," promises gnaw. "I will fight him and become the leader of this pack."

His pink cock is already sliding from its sheath and you know there is not much time to consummate your affection. You reach beneath his furry chest and wrap his hot flesh in your palm. Stroking him, gleat begins to flow and lubricate your hand.

"I yearn for you," growls Gnaw, looking to you as you jerk the pink length of his shaft.

You release his cock and bend over a nearby fallen tree. The mossy wood is cold against your belly. You raise your ass to him, aware of the glistening spunk still coating your mound and dripping from your lips. Gnaw is much more gentle. He mounts you from behind, guiding his cock to your ass, knowing that Maul might scent him if he dares invade your cunt. You need him there though.

"Fuck me," you moan to Gnaw. "Breed me."

"But Maul will know," he warns.

You reach beneath you, feeling for the juicy head of his cock. You tease the head of his cock against your lips, feeling the raunchy wetness there. Your cunt is hungry for Gnaw's hot meat, but he is right: letting him breed you will risk discovery by Maul. Just sliding him into your tight little ass would be the safer move.