Honest

You had nowhere to go. Certainly not with that knot locked in you. Your eyes looked into his with warmth. He was certainly befuddled. Such a weird afterglow. Maybe you teased him a little too much.

It did not take much work to get the truth out of him. He was out here for a reason. Part of his tribe's ascension to leadership was "knocking up a bitch". You had no real reply for that. The wolf boy really was a hopeless virgin. How he did not notice you were a boy was beyond you. Sure with the cloth and at a distance you outdid any woman. Yet someone ramming a dick in you might notice something between your legs. Maybe he was just overzealous.

He certainly bred you hard enough. For such a little pup he fucked your ass like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. Wolf men were rather harsh as a society. Last thing you wanted to do was get him killed.

Letting the wolf boy down gently would be hard. He was so earnest in his victory. You would feel guilty robbing him of that. However it would come up eventually. "I... do not think you can knock me up."

He scoffed at such a statement. Must have considered it ludicrous. How to break the news to him gently was going to be interesting. You could see in his eyes his confidence had returned. The wolf boy had high hopes of being the conquering hero.

"You are my bitch and I have bred you," he boasted as his playfully smacked your ass. As tempting as that offer was you had to eventually address the issue.

"Feel under where you bred. Please." Your voice was soft, trying not to mock or anger him. Wolf men could be savage and unstoppable in a fury. Though you had doubts this one would do that much damage. Confused, he reached around. Then his fierce eyes shot open as he realized what he was holding. You tried to stifle a moan as he handled your soft cock.

He locked eyes with you and mouthed a no. You felt guilty delivering bad news. When the look on his face went from confidence to sullen defeat, you felt worse. This was more than some simple pump for him. His mistake was enough to ruin his dream.

You sat there, wolf boy knot locked hard in you. Yet you felt unsatisfied. The love god had no real answers for you either. It took a little brainstorming up you did come up with a **** plan. "What if you just pretend you bred me? Present me as a trophy. I mean, I fooled you."

That perked his ears up. He must have liked the suggestion judging by his dick firming back up. "But I cannot get a child from you." The wolf boy had a point.

Good point. However in this crazy war ravaged land there was a idea. A sad side effect. Orphans. Go into exile for a while and adopt one or two. Come back triumphant. It sounded crazy but being the "bitch" of the leader of the wolf men tribes would mean a tool to peace. Have this cute little wolf boy put an end to warring tribes.

He even thought it was crazy. The alternative was loosing his claim after the year. Either try this outrageous gambit or end up as an omega male for the rest of his life. It was not an easy choice. Also a dangerous one. There was no telling how the tribes would react if they were caught. All he knew is that it would not be pretty.

The rewards though, a place in history and a tight hole to breed. It might just work. You could tell from his bushy tail wagging behind him he was not entirely opposed to it. To say nothing of the swelling wolf cock inside of you. "Worst case scenario we run off. Then you get to breed your bitch and travel."

He was weighing it all. You wanted to nudge him, see if he might choose it. While settling down would be strange after whoring it was appealing. Having one of the biggest races under your husband's thumb would be something. Maybe even broker peace with other races. Your ass felt full as he hardened back up completely. "I know someone who likes it~" you replied with a grin. His knot did not even get a chance to deflate before he wanted to breed again.