There's the moon; let's have some howling.

"Might I have your name?" you ask the wolf as he leads you into the trees.

"[Tormak.]"

"Tormak. A strong name. The name of an alpha," you say, rubbing your body against his. His fur feels matted from exposure, but still warm and soft. The feeling of it on your bare skin is wonderful; just imagining that all over your back makes you tingle.

"[Here,]" he states, coming to a stop in a quiet grove. You pace around curiously, admiring the seclusion and the thick bed of grasses on the ground.

"Comfortable place," you comment.

Tormak growls quietly. "[You aren't trying to stall, woman?]"

You turn to him with a devilish grin. "I wouldn't dream of it." Turning away, you raise your tail and present to him a perfect view of your perfect ass. He can see your slit glistening even in the moonlight. He wastes no time in climbing atop you, mounting you and pressing his hardened length into you.

You moan, feeling the tapered tip sinking deeper and deeper. It feels different than with the humanoids. The shape is much more feral, like it wants to pry your womb open and deposit everything directly inside to insure you birth a pup. Maybe a whole litter, you think with a shudder. As it sinks in, you feel a hefty knot bump up against your outer lips. He stops the advance for now, his tip just prodding your cervix.

For a moment he stays right there. His weight rests atop you, his paws wrapped around your sides to give himself leverage. Then he begins pumping his hips wildly, striving to drive that knot inside. Your head shoots back and you let out a loud howl of pleasure. With the ferociousness of his attack, it doesn't take long before your labia fall and the apple-sized knot lodges itself inside you. At the same time, his tip pries your cervix open, poking itself into your womb. Your entire body shudders with joy and ecstasy, your walls clamping down hard on the oversized intrusion.

Suddenly his weight comes off you. The comfortable, comforting warmth of his fur over your back disappears as he spins around. With his dick still tied inside you, he turns so you're ass to ass. And as he turns, the knot begins to unleash jets of semen. The first crashes into the back of your womb with searing heat, splattering your insides and sending you right back into your orgasm. The second follows, then third, each spurt of wolf-cum adding to and drawing out your climax. Your pussy clamps down around his alpha cock better than any bitch could, milking it for every last drop it can give.

It gives quite a lot, not a drop of it slipping out around the knot. Finally, after better than half an hour, his knot begins to deflate. Your thoughts are hazy, and have been for awhile; you aren't sure if he's been unloading into you continuously, or if you just kept blanking out between shots. Either way, you're more full than you were after either previous encounter. At last his cock has shrunk enough to come out with a 'pop.' You collapse to the ground, happy and exhausted.

Tormak comes around and begins nuzzling at you, licking your face lovingly. "[Thank you, woman. I have been without that joy since my mate passed away.]"

"Thank you, Tormak. Eheheh. A new little brother for Mienna and Doffson."

"[Sister,]" the wolf corrected.

"Hm?"

"[I have already born my son. This one will be a daughter.]"

A daughter. A little girl, who will be adorable like Mienna and grow into a fine young woman. Strong like her father, but affectionate as he was, too. Just imagining it, you can see the little girl you will hold, with blue hair, fur, wolf ears, and tail.

"Hey. What will we name her?" you ask.

"[If she takes after you? Skoll.]"

Tormak stays there with you. He isn't _too_ surprised when your tummy begins to swell, but he does appreciate when you tell him how fast your body works. As you begin birthing your new daughter, your alpha stays right beside you. He can't do much more than offer low, encouraging growls and lick at your face, but it's a comfort all the same. As Skoll makes her way into the world, you can feel her fur rubbing at the walls of your pussy. You can even tell where her short tail is tucked by her legs, tickling your uterus as it exits.

The feeling is upon you again. The feeling of being absolutely, wonderfully, blissfully full of a new life. A new child. It fills your deepest part, then fills your entire tunnel. And with a tremendous rush it's gone, your body shaking in unadulterated joy, and her fury tail whips your over-stimulated lips for good measure, keeping you at your peak for several seconds more. The dark night suddenly goes white, then black, then comes back into view as dim. And there, at your feet (though you quickly scoop her up into your arms), is Skoll.

She isn't a wolf. At least, not entirely. She looks a lot like a little human girl--a lot like Mienna, in fact--but with some wolf features. Just like you had pictured, her fur is a bright blue. She has some on her head, some on her arms and legs, some over her chest and between her legs, and a small tail at the base of her spine. Lupine ears sprout out of her head fur atop her scalp, leaving nothing on the sides of her head. Her hands are a little more like paws, though it looks like she'll have thumbs when she grows.

Tormak leans down and begins cleaning the newborn, his tongue lapping over her. You stretch your tongue out and imitate him, playfully brushing your tongue against his occasionally. You let out a small giggle as you think about what exactly you're licking off of Skoll--your own fluids!--which turns to a small gasp as Skoll's lips close around your nipple. She begins sucking her nourishment from you greedily. Before your eyes her fur grows, lengthens, thickens. Her body, too, grows and strengthens. Soon her forepaws reach up and begin squeezing your breast, trying to press more milk out of it. You let out an appreciative sigh as everything in your swollen mammaries is sucked out.

At last Skoll's hunger subsides and she looks up at her parents. "Mama?" she asks, her small voice capturing your heart all over again.

"What is it, Skoll?" you ask her back.

"Wanna...Sleep." Her mouth opens wide in a yawn, revealing small, sharp canines already grown in. She lays her head against your chest and falls to sleep almost immediately.

"[We should go to sleep as well. Come; I'll guide you back to the cave.]"

You nod and stand up. With your newest daughter in your arms, you follow beside Tormak back to the den. After bearing three children, you probably do need to rest.