You want your old figure and a threesome with Miss Swift and Maul

"Time to train and regain my old figure," you say, looking down at your big tits, stretched nipples and the affter-effects of your pregnancy.

"Whatever training cannot fix," says Miss Swift, "we will use certain procdedures."

She thrusts her chest forward, the towel nearly slipping from her impressive bosom, reminding you that no surgery was required to enhance her physique, just arcane techniques employed by the laboratory of Paisley.

"Good," you say. "I also want something from you."

"Name it."

You feel a stirring in your loins at the thought of what you are about to demand of your former teacher. After dominating her in the shower you want more of her. You want to see her submit completely.

"I want you to join me tonight," you say and before she can answer you add, "inside our enclosure."

"W-what do you mean?" she stammers.

"You know what I want, Victoria," you say, stroking her hand. "I want you to meet my mate. A special farewell to him since I may never see him again."

"You want me...to...I mean..."

"All night," you hope your grin is as wolfish as Maul's.

After a long pause she finally answers. The word is so soft it is almost inaudible.

"Yes."

"Good girl," you say.

You dress and are returned to the enclosure with a tray of Maul's favorite meats. Your pups greet you, but your mate is despondent.

"I have good news for you, my love," you say to him. "You and the pups will be returning to the Island. You can find the pack and take charge once more."

His change in demeanor is immediate. He stands, seeming to grow in size and stature. His eyes burn fiercely once again, as you remembered.

"I will tear out the throat of any cur that opposes me," he snarls. "You will be my queen."

"I cannot go," you say, stroking his broad shoulders. "At least not immediately. It is how I have won your return to the Island."

He begins to object, but you hug him, burying your face in his fur, his warmth and his familiar smell. You know he will care for your pups.

"Tonight," you say, speaking softly into his ear. "The woman who has **** us to remain here will be visiting. To earn my agreement to do something very dangerous she has agreed to come here and lie down with us."

"What?" Maul cannot help but lick his chops.

"You have heard true, my love. She is ours for the night. I know you will make tonight...memorable for her."