You are too tired to be a jerk

"You're welcome," you say, your nerves still thrumming from your intense orgasm. "Glad you enjoyed it."

"Well, well, listen to that, Hector," Argus says. "The little bitch learned how to be polite. You know, in the pack, polite bitches get rewarded."

"I guess I am feeling a bit thirsty," Hector says, grinning at the wolf, and he sinks to his knees before you and rubs his soft horse lips up and down your shaft, nibbling at the crown and licking the slit. Even though you just came, your cock is rock-hard in moments. Hector looks up at you and Argus, then slurps down your cock, taking your entire length easily in his long mouth. He sucks your cock, his head bobbing as he moans and hums, the vibrations shuddering through you. You ass clenches around Argus' cock, trying to pull him deeper, and his grip on your tightens.

"Fuck, he's got a hungry ass, Hector. The pack is gonna love him."

Hector makes a noise of affirmation around your cock, his big tongue gliding over your throbbing shaft, and with a strangled shout you unload into his mouth. He sucks hard with each spurt, and your head spins. It feels like he's sucking the cum out of you, hard enough to turn your balls inside out. You are gasping and shuddering when he pulls back and swallows, then licks the last traces of white from his lips.

"He tastes pretty good, too," the stallion says, standing back up. "Can you get your knot out yet?"

"Yeah, I think so," the wolf says, and you moan loud and long as he stretches your hole again to pull his swollen knot free. It shrinks and his cock disappears back into its sheath. He pats you on the ass. "Good bitch," he says as he walks away up the corridor. You lean against the wall, trying to make your legs stop shaking.

"You might want to keep that in mind," Hector says as he walks away in the opposite direction. "Good bitches get rewarded."

"Thanks, I will," you say. When you can stand again, you stagger down the passage, following after Argus. You dread the next split in the passage, trying not to think about what might be waiting for you. But the tunnel doesn't split. It opens out into a large chamber, roughly circular with a vaulted ceiling. Across the chamber, you can see an opening, an exit, with bright sun, trees, and tall grasses waving in a gentle breeze. You made it.

Well, almost. The chamber is strewn with chairs and cushions, and upon these lounge four large wolfmen, one black, one gray, one white, and one a familiar golden. Argus grins at you from his chair. "Hello again, bitch."