Beside him, Heimata seemed almost intoxicated by the scent. Dyri, however, was trying not to gag. He had to force himself not to jump away when a thick drop of precum splatted on his cheek. The shaman’s throbbing cock was so close to his face he could feel the heat it put off. Dark purple veins spider-webbed through the reddish-pink rod. The knot was damn near the size of an apple- Dyri felt his ass clench, knowing the shaman had threatened to put that in him.
A heavy paw gripped the back of his head. “Satisfy your shaman, woman.” Shaman Vatea grinned above him. “Please me with your mouth and tongue. Do it well, and your entry into womanhood will be gentle.”
Heimata nodded to her mate’s cock. “Do as I do, Chilam.”
Dyri watched as the she-wolf’s tongue traced along the length of the shaft, following the contours of the knot all the way up to the tapered tip. His stomach dropped. It was like they were asking him to suck off a dog.
Swallowing more than just nerves, he rose on his knees and did as the she-wolf had. He followed Heimata’s example, licking and sucking on the knot while stimulating the shaman’s balls. The flesh tasted salty, a touch nutty; the fluid that streamed from the tip carried a slight metallic twang he hadn’t expected.
Dyri’s breathing became labored as he and Heimata worked the elder wolf. At first, he had recoiled when their tongues met, but as he put himself to the task, he began to ignore it. His heart raced with humiliation and… exhilaration? There was a blush on his freshly shaven and tattooed cheeks, and he felt an approving squeeze from the shaman’s paw.
“That’s a good girl,” the wolf rumbled. “You learn quickly.”
Much to his shame, Dyri felt his cock straining against his loincloth. He did not enjoy this, surely? Being made to pleasure a beast while dressed and treated as a woman was a fate worse than death.
The shaman’s hips adjusted, and Dyri’s worst fear turned into a waking nightmare as the tapered tip pressed against his lips. “Open your mouth, Chilam,” commanded Shaman Vatea. “Do your duty and please me.”
Dyri let out a low growl as he glared up at Vatea. In a lapse of judgment and an act of defiance, he snapped his teeth at the wolf’s cock. His teeth barely clicked before a heavy paw slapped him across the face. The human flew back and was immediately pinned by a strong foot.
Urarii stood above him, her blue eyes cold as ice beneath the sea. “You will not do that again, bitch.”
Her towering presence made Dyri shrink to the floor. It had been her who had sent him flying as if he weighed nothing, and he saw the tips of her claws were slightly red in the torchlight. He didn’t need to touch his burning cheek to know she had cut him. Dyri could feel blood trickling over the fresh tattoo wounds.
The elder she-wolf’s eyes darted up behind him. Her ears flattened to her skull, and her lips curled back in a snarl. “Return to your business, whore. This does not concern any of you.”
Chancing a look over his shoulder, Dyri saw the curtain between his living space and Inotogo’s was pulled aside. She and the other two wolves immediately ducked back. How long had they been watching?
He let out a yelp as Urarii snatched him up by the hair. She dragged him to his feet and hauled him to his bed. Without warning, the other she-wolf had his dress up and loincloth off in a matter of seconds. Something slick and cold coated the entrance of his ass in it, a clawed digit firmly pressing itself in and along a sensitive part of him he didn’t know existed.
Realizing what was about to happen, Dyri fought back. He kicked and yanked at his hair. His hands clawed at the stronger she-wolf, ripping and tugging at the soft fur on her forearms. But as he felt the shaman’s cock tip line up with his clenched asshole, he knew there was nothing he could do.
The shaman thrust his way in and pulled himself all the way out. Even with the lubricant, the feeling of the shaman’s thick cock sliding inside him made him scream into the fur. His asshole burned as it was forced apart, ripping open as it was forced to accommodate the foreign object. There was no time for him to recover.
The older wolf’s hips slammed into Dyri’s backside hard and fast, giving no time to recover. Was this how women felt when their virginity was taken? Certainly human men weren’t so brutish when deflowering females- Though, he supposed if one tried to bite his cock… However, the pain eventually evolved to a strange pleasure as the odd shape of the shaman’s shaft ground against that sensitive place in the human’s ass. Dyri found himself whining and was humiliated by the whorish sounds.
Heavy balls smacked against his smaller ones with each powerful thrust. Something large and round popped in and out of him, drawing out even lustier moans. Whatever the thing was, it pressed into the right places as it pushed the cock head deeper.
“That’s it, woman,” the shaman growled. His voice was dark, more dominant than before. It was the voice of a creature who knew how to put a bitch in her place. “Fill this tent with the sounds of your need. You’re squeezing me so tightly; you want my pups in your belly, don’t you?”
Dyri couldn’t respond. The new pleasure had driven all thought from his mind- all he could do was whine like a fresh whore. His cock throbbed as it pressed into the bed. Precum pooled beneath him and coated the furs beneath him; the slick hairs teased his cock head in ways that made him twitch and involuntarily push back into the wolf. When he moved back, he only drove the male deeper, making the experience more pleasurable.
He was humiliated and yet found himself so incredibly turned on until-
“Ah!” he felt his balls clench as the cock bore down on his sensitive insides.
They squeezed and released the biggest load Dyri had ever experienced in his life. Cum soaked his legs and freshly shaved belly, the feeling making him arch his hips up. It was a mistake as it spurred the growling wolf on, and with a final pop, the shaman’s knot locked in place.
It was as if someone had shoved a whole apple in his ass. The knot filled him far more than Dyri thought possible and forced more cum from his aching balls. Above him, the shaman gripped Dyri’s hips and held them to him as he let out a loud howl. As he howled his victory, hot cum poured into the human’s insides.
The sensation was so foreign and unexpected that Dyri couldn’t help but whimper as his body filled with the breeding fluid. His heart pounded, and his head became feather-light the more the wolf pumped into him. Within a few sharp strokes, his vision grew dark.
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