Maul does not scent your cheating

Your pulse races as Maul lowers his snout to you and inhales deeply. If he realizes you've rutted with Gnaw he might throw you to the ground and tear your throat out. You shuder as his cold nose brushes against your arms, thighs and your tummy. He lifts his head and licks his jaws.

"I do not smell myself on your flesh," he says, his voice an angry growl. "You have been to the water."

"Yes," you say. "Please, I am sorry."

"You are afraid as well," says Maul. "I will not harm you but you cannot go to the water. It takes my mark from you."

"Never again," you promise him and with relief you throw your arms around his neck. He pushes you down. You look up at him as his lips curl back from his fangs.

"Do not touch me like your pet," he snarls. "Turn over and raise your cunt. You need to be bred."

There is no hesitation. Whether it is fear, conditioning or your pathetic new need to please your mate, you roll onto your hand and knees and present the fuzzy peach of your cunt to the huge, black lupine. Maul does not waste time with his cursory foreplay, he drops the weight of his furry body over your rump, hooking his clawed hands around your hips. His hot cockmeat finds your entrance and he drives forward, filling you in a single stroke and making you cry out.

He slams you roughly, his cock pumping in and out of your stretched slit as you cry out with each thrust. Maul locks his razor-sharp teeth onto the nape of your neck as a reminder of his dominion over your body. His hunching picks up speed, his breath in hot gusts that wash over your neck and shoulders. He releases your neck and lifts his head, howling as he cums. His hot fuckmeat explodes deep inside you, flooding your fertile womb with a tidal wave of his sticky seed.

He remains inside you until you are tied by his fleshy knot as it sinks into your tender lips. You remain locked in this position for a very long time. Maul does not speak or lick you as he might normally. He simply waits, his huge body hulking above you, the warm bulge of his cockmeat sealing his load inside you.

Finally, he separates with a raunchy slurp of intimate flesh and walks away to lick himself clean. Lifting your head and looking across the den, you see Gnaw sitting in the shadows and your cheeks burn with your emotions.

You feel a strange lust, more forbidden than even that you feel for Maul, and you wonder if you will dare to risk discovery and continue your secret encounters with the lupine. Or will you remain faithful to Maul and try to forget your moment of pleasure with the upstart lupine called Gnaw?