Your ass

Fearing discovery by the huge alpha, you guide the throbbing head of Gnaw's fuckmeat to the inviting divot of your asshole. He feels the tightness of your wrinkle and growls, taking hold of your shoulders, pressing down and forcing past the resistance of your clenched asshole. Your tight ring yields to his pressure and you moan as inch after burning inch of hot cockmeat fills your ass, lubricated with flowing gleat as Gnaw buries his cock in you to the hilt.

"Yesss," you gasp, your hole filled with Gnaw's cock.

Gnaw is not so rough as your mate, his strokes are deep, powerful, but mindful of your tenderness. His claws do not hurt your shoulders. He nips playfully at your head and neck, growling with pleasure, but he does not seize you in his jaws like Maul. You thrust back against him, your assflesh colliding with his furry undercarriage. Your pert breasts shudder with each thrust and your roll your hips and clench your little pucker around Gnaw's invading cockmeat. In moments you can feel your orgasm building. Gnaw can sense your unusual lust.

"You must be in heat, woman," he growls. "Your ass is milking me. Your body moves like it was made for breeding."

You do not even need to reach down and touch yourself. Gnaw's furry balls beat against your dripping cunt and the pressure of his cock filling you is enough to set you off.

"Ahhhh yes, oh my god," you cry, throwing back your head. Gnaw's pink tongue laps at your ear and cheek as you cum, squeezing him with your ass and thrusting back, taking every inch up your aching hole as the pleasure breaks through you like a tide against rocks.

No sooner have you reached your peak than your lusty movements drive your lupine lover over the brink as well. You feel his thrusting cock throb and burst, hot liquid pumping up your ass, filling your bowels with warmth as the boiling seed is buried in your guts. His strokes slow and he lets his cock finally slip out of your tenderized pucker. Gaped by his girth, your ass slowly closes as a white drool of Gnaw's spunk spills out of your little hole.

Gnaw sits and leans down to clean himself, but you are quicker, turning and taking his red cockflesh between your lips. You taste his salty-sweet seed and a hint of bitterness from your ass. You bob your lips on him and feel the swelling of his knot. With a moan you lick down his shaft and bathe his knot with your tongue, calming his raging libido and soothing his natural instinct to tie you.

As the swelling diminishes, Gnaw lifts you from beneath him with a clawed hand.

"The hunting pack will be returning soon," says Gnaw. "You must go back to the den."

You embrace Gnaw, but it is fleeting. You know he is right. A little sore, you limp at first, but regain your stride as you return to the den alone. Maul returns very soon with a raccoon clutched in his jaws. He drops it near you, nostrils flaring. He seems to scent something in the air, his snuffling snout moving to your loins, he inhales. His cold nose presses against your thighs. You can feel Gnaw's cum still heavy in your ass and your face burns with fearful guilt. Finally, your mate lifts his muzzle from between your legs.

"Prepare the meat so your stomach will allow," growls Maul. "Then I will breed you again."

Relief turns to cold anger that such is your life you must serve this furry master. You wonder, as you skin and clean the raccoon, if your lot will ever change. Will Gnaw ever rise up and challenge Maul or are you doomed to be bred with only fleeting moments of secret pleasure?