Suck Ghost's cock

You lick your lips and let them part. Ghost grins and rubs his cockhead against your face, leaving a sticky, musky smear on your skin. Your tongue darts out, lapping at the tip, and he teases you, smacking his meat against your lips. Finally, he lets you get your lips around him, and he slides in slowly, feeding you his thick wolfcock an inch at a time. You hollow your cheeks as you suck on him, head bobbing and tongue stroking.

"Oh, yeah," he sighs, and rocks his hips, thrusting into your mouth. He nears the back of your throat and you swallow around him, your throat muscles squeezing the tip of his rod. "Fuck, this bitch has a velvet throat," Ghost pants, his heavy paw resting on your head and holding you still as he moves closer, thrusts deeper, his spongy knot mashing against your lips as he fucks your mouth, his cock sliding halfway down your throat. It's still a weird feeling, but you're grateful to the sorcerer for his perverse spells. At least you won't **** and suffocate.

"Skoll," Ghost whines, his hips jerking faster, his slick cock throbbing against your tongue, "Skoll, may I cum?"

"No," the alpha wolf says, and Ghost moans desperately, his balls drawing up, the furry sack rubbing against your chin, but he doesn't cum. Skoll, leans against you, adjusting his angle to pound your prostate, and speaks low in your ear as you cry out in ecstasy around the cock in your throat. "This is how an alpha rules his pack," he says, reaching up past your face to grasp Ghost's balls, kneading the swollen globes as he gently pulls as the furry scrotum. "With a firm paw." Ghost shudders and whines piteously, his hips growing still as his cock throbs in your mouth, dangerously close to blowing his load down your throat. "Of, course, obedience should be rewarded. Go ahead, Ghost. Our good little bitch is waiting to drink you dry."

"Oh, fuuuucccckkkkk!" Ghost howls, his hips jerking as he explodes down your throat. You swallow, milking the cum from his cock, until he pulls out, his cock softening and slipping back into his white sheath. He staggers back and flops into a pile of cushions, completely sated.

"What about you, Noir?" Skoll asks. "Are you going to cum soon?"

"Oh, yeah," the black wolf pants. "Getting close, Skoll."

"Well, don't give your load to Argus," Skoll says. "He hasn't earned it. I bet our new bitch wants it." He licks and nuzzles your neck as Noir leaves Argus gasping and retching, the tall, black wolf holding his dripping cock to your lips. You lick the leaking tip, savoring the thick, musky fluid, so very masculine and wild, a taste that is uniquely wolf. You wrap your lips around him and he thrusts into your mouth, grabbing your head with both paws as he slides his meat down your willing throat.

You suck and moan, your body shaking as Skoll hammers your hole, making your cock twitch and throb inside of Argus.

"Fuck, Skoll, he's gonna make me cum!" Noir gasps.

"Let him have it," the alpha says, and Noir unloads down your throat. When he pulls out, you gasp for breath, your balls so full and heavy they feel like they're going to burst.

"Please, Skoll," you beg. "May I please cum now?"

"Do you hear that, boys?" Skoll asks. "Our sweet bitch makes a better wolf than Argus!" The three of them laugh loudly, but Argus hangs his head, the fur on his shoulders and neck bristling. "Yes, my sweet, you can cum. Cum hard and howl long as you fill him with your load." He shoves you deeper into Argus and you clutch handfuls of the golden wolf's fur, hanging on for dear life as Skoll rams your hungry hole, his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" you shout, your body bucking as you explode inside of Argus, the shuddering pleasure making it hard to breathe. Behind you, Skoll howls and slams his knot into you, the swelling mass of tissue pressing against your prostate and prolonging the orgasmic ecstasy. You feel light-headed and close your eyes, floating on a fog of euphoria.

You snap back to consciousness with a startled yelp as Skoll pulls his cock out of you with an audible pop. Argus scrambles out from under you, and you sit in the middle of the cushions, too weak to move. Skoll swaggers over to you and strokes the side of your face with his paw.

"You are a good bitch," he says, "and good bitches get rewarded. We will let you leave now, if that is what you want."