Leave the Red Fang

Once again you are pinned under Dakota, his massive length stretching you open. Tears are running down your face as you hold on for dear life. It's been hours since the two of you bonded and the Alpha has shown no sign of slowing down. In fact, since the bonding, the older werewolf has been taking less time in-between sessions. He simply can't get enough of you and, despite the pain, you don't want him to stop either.

You turn a little, catching a glimpse of a mirror. There you can see just how wrecked you are. Your hole is bright red and glossy from cum. Your thighs are now covered in bite marks and hickeys from an earlier session where Dakota had teased you mercilessly until you took back control. The Alpha has filled you up so much that each round pushes more and more of his seed out, leaving your thighs thoroughly covered. Every time he pulls back to thrust back inside of you, you can see strings of cum connecting the two of you. You can see your little cock when he pulls out far enough, completely wrung out from the day's activities. Despite the pleasure you are still receiving, your own cock is flaccid. A more feral part of you is pleased by the sight. You are completely at your Alpha's mercy and he's so pleased by you that your own body can't keep up.

Then you hear his grunting speed up. He's about to fill you up again. You wrap yourself tighter around him and brace for it.

A moment later Dakota is howling as his knot locks him in place again, spurting hot cum into your overloaded body. You whimper as you orgasm again, your hole spasming around your lover while your little cock twitches uselessly. Not even the tiniest drop comes out, he had dried you out hours earlier.

The two of you cling together for a while, coming down from the high. You can't imagine losing this, not having this Alpha spear you on his cock every night for the rest of your lives. As the pleasure dies down, your panic rises again. You try your best to squash it down. Dakota said he would handle it. You have to trust that he has a plan.

Vaguely, you become aware of a locking sound, followed by someone knocking on the door outside. A voice calls out, saying that you're going to be locked together for the night and they'll be back in the morning. They say something else, but you don't quite catch it. Dakota does though and rolls his eyes.

"Don't worry about it baby boy." he says, giving you a reassuring smile, "Nothing important."

You nod, not having the energy to argue his point. The two of you sit in silence for a few more minutes, listening as the voices outside grow fainter and fainter until all you can hear are the moans of the others. Part of you relaxes at that. At least your pack is getting some pleasure too, though you doubt any of them are as pleased as you.

Finally, Dakota's knot deflates and the two of you disconnect. You glance to the mirror again. There is simply no more room in your womb for seed. All the extra is running out your gaping hole. It isn't even trying to shut anymore, as if it knows that he'll be back in there soon enough. You whimper at the thought, squirming around for a moment before you glance at the monster himself.

Again, his cock is standing tall, though it's turning a dark purple color instead of the vibrant red from earlier. It's absolutely drenched in his cum and your juices. You move to take it into your mouth, overcome with an urge to clean him, when he gently pushes you back down into the bed.

"You can do that in a minute baby." he says, practically purring in delight before growing serious, "We have to talk. Keep it low, we don't want my packmates to hear."

"Okay." you whisper, trying to push down your wolf to focus on him.

"Look, we both know this is a sticky situation." he says, "When they come back, we have to hide the bites. If my pack finds out, they're going to demand your pack to hand you over. I don't want that and I know you don't either."

"No way in hell." you say, growling softly before regaining your composure, "If the pack elders find out about this, they'll try to **** a marriage on me to cover it up. I won't be allowed to see you again."

"Only as long as I'm in Red Fang."

The sentence takes you off guard. He can't seriously be offering to leave his pack after a day of sex. "What?"

He sighs, glancing around the room as if someone else is there despite being alone. "Look, I've been thinking about this for a while." he admits, "Long before you took the offer. Red Fang... Our leader tries to act like nothing is wrong, but the truth is... our pack is dying."

You blink at that information. There are been rumors of unrest and illness, but nothing to confirm them. Zackery keeps a tight leash on his wolves, anyone who has mentioned anything before has conveniently disappeared right after. Dakota is putting his life on the line telling you this.

At your silence, he continues. "Zackery might be strong, but he's a terrible leader. He's more focused on getting strong warriors than anything else. There isn't always enough food to go around, yet he and his most loyal are always fed. They've got good clothes and secure homes, while the rest of us get scraps and tents. A lot of the bottoms are ill and simply can't hold a pregnancy to term in these conditions. He's hoping this deal will score them food and loyalty from his pack. I just can't stay though. I've seen too much. Even if he gets that land, even if there is more food to go around, I just know he's gonna do something stupid with it."

"Dammit." you whisper, mind racing. Those wolves need saving. If Zackery is starving them and leaving them destitute to better himself, someone needs to go Council and report it. They need to intervene before good wolves are lost.

"I'm not telling you this to make you do something." he says as if reading your mind, "I just need you to know what I know. Keep it to yourself for now. I have to play it cool for a few weeks before I make my move. You blow the whistle now, I'll be dead before anyone intervenes. Give me some time to make sure Zackery doesn't know what I'm planning. I'll go to the Council myself, tell them what I know and renounce my pack. I can be a loner, you can stay with your pack. When the dust settles, I'll come find you."

"And what do you plan to do then?" you ask, "You won't be Red Fang, but the elders won't trust you still."

"Two options baby." he says, "Either we keep this a secret until you take over the pack, where you can tell them the fuck off. Or you convince Khayone to take me in since I'm the father of your pups."

You ponder it for a moment. Becoming pack leader will take some time. Despite being trained for the position for years, Khayone doesn't think you're ready. You didn't mind this at first, but now... Being pack leader would make this easier. The elders wouldn't be happy with you, but you could probably persuade them with enough time. If you push it, you might be able to take the spot in a year or two.

On the other hand, despite him thinking you aren't ready for leadership quite yet, Khayone does trust you. If you asked him to take Dakota in and vouched for him, he would most likely do it. But do you trust Dakota enough to make that leap? What do you know about him? All you know right now is that he's an Alpha, one who knows how to pleasure you to the point of pain. His loyalty to his pack leader is non-existent, but it seems he still wants to help his packmates out of their situation. You sigh, rubbing at the bridge of your nose.

"I'll see what I can do." you say. If it takes some time, you can always help him find a place nearby. You can go to him when you need a fix and it isn't uncommon for your kind to mate with loners. Khayone and the elders may be a bit miffed by your decision, but they can't complain about more children from an Alpha. And, as long as you are still doing your duties as pack leader, they can't **** you to step down.

Dakota eyes you for a moment before nodding. He knows that this isn't an easy decision. There are so many variables to this situation that you can't help but think about. If the Counsel takes action, there could be a war on your hands. There will be a trail if they catch Zackery alive. You're going to lose one of your allies. His wolves will be displaced. Some may decide to come to your pack, while others go to other allies. Their land will be up for grabs. You'll have to fight to reclaim what you're giving them and a little extra hopefully.

You groan before turning your attention back to Dakota. You really don't want to think about this all right now and you have to perfect thing to keep it off your mind. "Fuck this." you say, "Let's worry about the details tomorrow. Right now, I need something else."

Before he can speak, you leap into action. His cock, now at half mast from your conversation, is quickly put into your mouth. If he wants to argue, it's quickly thrown out the window. His hands come to rest on your head, encouraging you to keep going. Your own cock gives a twitch of interest. Everything else can wait. Right now, you need your Alpha to fuck you stupid again.