Moro the white wolf

Moro was a large and majestic wolf with white fur that shone like silver under the moonlight. She was the alpha of her pack, and all the other wolves respected and feared her. She was fierce in battle, and her hunting skills were unparalleled.

Moro had a mate, a beautiful woman who had been taken in by the pack after she got lost in the forest. They had fallen in love under the moonlight, and soon they became inseparable. The woman was enchanted by Moro's strength and beauty, and Moro was enchanted by the woman's kindness and love.

As the time passed, the woman became pregnant with Moro's child. Moro became even more protective of her mate, not letting any other wolves near her. She would stand guard over her mate, watching over her every moment of the day and night.

The woman gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and Moro was overjoyed. She would watch intently as the woman breastfed the baby under the moonlight, and she would stand guard over them, protecting them from any danger.

After a while, the baby would stir and make small whining sounds, indicating that he was hungry. Moro knew that he needed to be fed, but she didn't want to wake up her mate. So, she stood on top of the baby and lowered her body until her teats were directly above the baby's mouth. The baby latched onto the teat and suckled, and even though Moro did not produce enough milk, but she enjoyed the sensation of the child suckling.

Moro would stand for hours, ensuring that the baby was well-fed before walking towards the sleeping woman. The wolf would lay next to her and lick her face and body, even her nipples as they leaked milk. The woman allowed the wolf to suck her breasts, and Moro would drink the milk contently.

As the baby grew, he would crawl around the cave and crawl under Moro before reaching up with his face and taking one of the teats into his mouth. He would tug and pull at the teat until milk began to flow in small droplets into his mouth. Moro would watch over him, protecting him from any harm and making sure he was well-fed.

One day, a rival wolf pack attacked Moro's pack. It was a fierce battle, and many wolves were injured. But Moro and her pack were victorious, and they drove the rival pack away. However, the child was injured in the battle, and Moro and the woman tended to him.

The boy curled up next to Moro, seeking comfort and warmth. He began searching for her nipple and latched on, drinking the milk as his injuries healed. Moro licked his face, cleaning him and keeping him warm. The woman watched over them, grateful for Moro's protection and care.

As the child grew older, he would play with Moro and the other wolves in the pack. He would run and jump and howl with joy, and Moro would watch over him, making sure he was safe. She would still allow him to suckle from her teats, and the child would curl up next to her, contentedly drinking the milk.

Moro was a fierce and powerful wolf, but she was also kind and protective. She had found love with a woman and had given birth to a child, and she would do anything to protect them. She was a true alpha, a leader who was respected and loved by all those in her pack.