Get up and leave the den

This might be your only chance to escape, you realize. The lupines are watching you, so there can be no sneaking out, but they may not try to stop you if you exude enough confidence. Difficult after what just happened. You decide to test your boundaries, resolving that if they try to stop you then you will give in and return to the den.

Remembering what the alpha told you about only standing upright to travel long distances, you begin crawling on your hands and knees, off the bed of pine needles and onto the hard stone of the cave. It hurts to crawl over the cool rocks, but you've endured worse pain. You crawl towards the moonlight spilling in from the entrance to the cave. The lupines watch you, some even growling as you move slowly past them, but not a word of challenge is spoken.

The crawl up the tunnel and out of the den is maddeningly slow. At any moment you expect to see the huge alpha lupine silhouetted in moonlight at the entrance ahead of you. It never happens. You spill from the cave and into the damp earth just beyond its entrance. Crawling over mossy rocks and loose stones you emerge completely onto a wide, grassy clearing bounded by dense pine trees. Nearby you can hear the soft burble of a stream. You decide to head towards the sound. Maybe you can cover your scent in the water.

Once you are sure there are no lupines on your trail, you rise upright and run towards the creek. Your progress slows amid the ominous darkness of the pine wood. Your mind drifts back to the debauched act you performed in the cave. Worse than the humiliation was the excitement. The taboo thrill of touching the lupines, of acting not just with submission but with a willful intent to please. The taste of the cum is still in your mouth. And the more you think of it the more you feel the warmth of your loins and a faint wetness on your thighs.

Stumbling through the trees, the sounds of the stream grow louder and louder and finally you emerge into a clearing, short, soft grass beneath your feet as you approach the banks of a shallow, swift-flowing stream. You take a few steps towards the water and then gasp as you realize you are not alone in the clearing.

"That was foolish," says the lupine, staring at you in the moonlight. It is the larger of the two wolf-bodied beasts you serviced in the den, the one with the light gray body and the darker gray pattern on its face and snout.

"I was just coming for a drink," you say. You notice the pinkness sliding slowly from the lupine's sheath. The sight of its growing cock gives you a thrill.

"No," says the lupine. "You came to escape Maul, our pack master. I understand. You were taken by him against your will. But was what happened in the den against your will?"

"N-no," you say, your face flushing.

The lupine slowly walks towards you, wagging its bushy tail slowly.

"My name is Gnaw." He lifts his snout and his black nose sniffs the air. "I can smell your arousal. I know you want this. We do not have much time. Present yourself to me."

"What?" Your heart is beating so fast.

"On your hands and knees," says Gnaw. "If it is your desire then show me. I will mount you properly. Willingly."