Use your hands

You look at the two gray lupines, with their dark eyes and their lolling pink tongues, and your stomach turns. You are not a monster-fucking slut like Winny or even your sister, who seemed okay with her sessions during training. Even when you were supposed to lie down, you refused, relying instead upon your hand to hand combat skills.

And yet here you are, naked in the den of lupines, possibly bred by their alpha. Little more than another bitch in the pack. Your gaze wanders to the moist, pink cocks poking out from the sheaths of the two lupines. They are pink and already glistening with dewy liquid. The thought of bending over and taking one up your ass or, worse, in your mouth, is too much to endure. Your life depends on satisfying them, so you resolve to offer the least terrible option you can imagine.

"Come here," you say, sitting up and folding your legs beneath muscular ass. "I'll stroke your cocks."

The two lupines approach you, sniffing your breasts and face, letting their tongues leave wet trails on your pert titflesh and hard nipples. They stand on either side of you as you reach beneath their muscular, furry bodies and touch their cocks. They are warm and hard and a little slippery. You can smell them, a distinct sour note amid the familiar animal fur smell, and the lupines both wine with pleasure at your first caress.

As you begin stroking you realize the shape is not exactly like a human penis. They are narrower and longer, with less definition to the head and a sort of divot surrounding the slit. As your hand slips up and down their cocks fluid begins to well in that divot. A little at first, that you smear down the shafts, but more as they become more and more excited. Neither stands still. The lighter-faced lupine turns and shifts and makes it annoying. It yips and snaps its jaws and generally acts like a dumb animal.

The other starts doing the same, but instead sits down on its haunches and rests a human-like hand on your shoulder. It looks down and watches your fist pumping its cock.

"Like it," says the lupine. "Good."

You try to put out of your mind what your mother and father would say if they could see you know, naked, stroking what they would see as wolf cocks. Worse, you have to admit the act is turning you on. You want to make them cum. You want to feel it and see how they react. You watch to watch it spurt out of their strange pricks.

The light-faced lupine grows even more excited and begins hunching its back, fucking its cock into your stroking fist. By now the shaft is completely coated in slippery cockslime and it makes a raunchy slurping sound with each stroke of its hot fuckflesh between your fingers. After several thrusts the bright red of its cock seems to turn almost purple. It throbs in your grasp, powerfully once and then in a series of rapid pumps, each of which launches a thin stream of yellowish semen past your stroking hand to splash in the bedding beneath its furry chest. You stroke it until the flow diminishes and the lupine sits back on its haunches and begins licking its own cock.

You withdraw your semen-covered hand, smelling the strong aroma of its load on your fingers. You resist the perverse urge to lick your fingers and you wipe them into your bedding, smearing the cum over the pine needles. You give the dark-faced lupine your full attention. You cradle its furry balls with one hand and twist your fist as you stroke slowly and steadily up and down its cock. As happened with the other, the lupine prick first turns bright red and then darkens to nearly purple. You can feel the heat and the pulse of the beast beneath your fingers.

Suddenly, the cock jerks in your grasp and then it begins its muscular pumping, each pump launching a gob of yellow-white spermy spunk from its cockhead. Because of the angle and the lupine's position, these gooey ropes spurt over your fingers, absolutely coating them, as well as your wrist, in the warm discharge. This lupine shoots even more than the first and it is both disgusting and erotic to watch.

When the beast's orgasm has subsided, it manages to say, "good" before it gets up and walks away from you to groom itself with a little more dignity than its companion.

Left alone, you lift your fingers to your mouth and you stick out your tongue, dragging it through the strands of spunk connecting your fingers. The cum is still warm. It tastes different than a man's, a little more sour. You quickly wipe your hand in the needles, not in disgust, but because you are seized by the sudden urge to lick it all off and you do not want to debase yourself further.

No other lupines come to you for service, although you can see several males watching you in the darkened cave. It seems you could simply get up and walk out if you chose to, no lupines appear interested in stopping you. On the other hand, the huge alpha may be returning soon from the hunt and you are afraid of him far more than the others in the pack.