Knotted Lust with Dire Wolves

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Alpha Breeding

Yamilet growled, the female Dire wolf bowing her front half down to the ground, her backside raised. It could have been a playful move, but there was little with a Dire wolf that looked playful at all, considering the bulk of their hides, thickly muscled and almost shaggy, if their coats were not so well-kept. But her white fur glowed faintly in the shine of the night, the clear sky sprinkled with stars as she lifted her tail, the meadow stretching down around her to the line of trees where prey liked to hide.

Yet there was no need for Yamilet to think about hunger that night as her mate came closer, a black Dire wolf with fur to contrast her pale shades. All in the clasp of the night tingled in shades of grey, blurring the lines between one mate and another, so that all was possible, even as his thick sheath plumped out further, his shaft protruding. With her rolling her hips back, tail flagged high in as open invitation as any wolf could manage, her readiness to breed could not have possibly been denied.

Her mate stalked her, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. Neither of them cared that there were other wolves around, the pack moseying through the night, stomachs full from their recent hunt. All she cared about was getting his cock into her, the fur around her entrance soaked with her juices, her arousal stark in the air, clinging to his nose even as Luka scented her.

The male wolf's cock ached and throbbed, breeding season upon them. The best time of year where they could mate, that was, so that their pups would be born in the warmer months, to grow up big and strong. Luka licked his nose, the dampness there making it all the easier for him to take in more of her scent, though he didn't waste any time in nuzzling up under there, the two of them as close as any could be.

They'd hunted together, lived together, loved together. And, now, it was time for the two of them to mate together, bodies thrusting together in carnal need.

Together. She shivered, panting heavily, tongue spilling out in a pink tickle of flesh, nose tipped down. Always together.

"Ah... Yes..." She grunted, rocking back demandingly against him, the sharp grind of her hips shoved into his nose. "Deeper... My mate."

Love curled through her growl, though Luka had her right where he wanted her. His tongue snaked up inside her, obeying her demands, though it would be obvious just where his cock would be found in but a few more moments.

That was no reason to hasten on, however, the male wolf's shaft throbbing, drooling and aching, pre-cum spilling from the tip in a thick string of need. He groaned softly, a growl rippling at the edges of his lips, though his mate was too insistent, too passionate, for him to stop.

Distantly, one of the pack howled and he murmured into her sex, his vocal cords wanting to reply even then.

"Come on, Luka, you know how much I need you..."

It was funny how she could dip into an almost submissive lilt of need, the strong, alpha female who had so caught him. She was powerful and it was one of the first things that had attracted him to her, pushing in, tongue curling, lapping, hungrily devouring her in the only way he could. Luka snarled passionately, his tail stiff and raised, a breeding point that should have been in challenge, yet his mate craved him as much as he needed her.

"You taste so sweet..."

His warm, deep tone rolled over her as Yamilet shivered, her legs braced and spread as if to take his weight already. Oh, he did so like to tease her, and yet there was something so alluring about his tongue sweeping up inside, pulling her slit apart, the softness of those tight folds... So much so that she couldn't move away, pushing and pulling, the deep ache grinding through her

But he needed her too much to even savour her juices for too much longer, her body trying to produce as much as possible to slicken his way, though there would never be any issue at all with their bodies coming together. Loving one another was one thing but mating with the purpose of producing offspring, well - that was something else entirely. That was deeper, something carnal, something feral, something that had his body trembling, his fat cock drooling, the tip pointed as if directly at her.

It was a moment that could not be held back, the wolves growling, grunting, ignoring any of their pack mates that passed by in the secret seclusion of the night. She called out his name and he obeyed her whim and call, mounting her, licking her juices off his muzzle, though his fur was already soaked with them. It would be impossible to lose her taste so swiftly, as much as a part of him wanted to savour the feel of her folds, how they parted ever so lightly around his cock, welcoming him in. His prick was a darker shade, reddish even in the dark of the night, and it knew just how to plunge into her, driving deep, stretching her out.

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