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Tribe of the Swamp Hags

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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William growled, heaving for breath as the brute that he was roughly and crudely fucked his mate, the swamp hag matriarch. With slimy, wrinkled skin and a horrific face, Esterona was as much a sight to behold as William was, bearing three pairs of breasts, sagging under their weight, her stomach fleshy and pulling down, the form of her body not seeming to follow any kind of pleasing proportions. When she was not on her back with the frill-like appendages around her face and head being shoved down into the aromatic peat of the bog, she walked hunched over, her fingers extending out into claws, monstrous and haggard with yellow eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Yet they fit perfectly together, his cock ploughing deep into her rich, fertile pussy, her body aching for him as much as William longed for her, her partner for life. She clung to him as she spread her legs in missionary for him, not caring for the squelch of the marsh around them, as long as she had him there, her mate, her mate for life. He plunged deep, growling deep in the back of his throat, howling as he, once more, spent himself into the already sloppy mess of her pussy.

He was a beast: there was no other way to describe it. A monster who had once been a man, he hunkered over Esterona with feral glee, even if he had an anthro form, walking on his "toes" with how his legs, in his transformation, had re-shaped themselves. His claws dug into the marsh, though they were short and blunt, not needed for anything much, webs between his fingers and toes for swimming, though those had grown after spending more time with the tribe. His head was not the shape of any living creature, more draconian in its presentation with rough skin, nostrils large and poised on the top side of his nose. Huge horns curved out and slightly back from his head like those that would have been found with a bull, the face of a demon marred by gleaming, crimson eyes.

Spines ran down his back, the dark grey-black of his skin growing to a deep, dull shade of green over time, better for camouflage, though his tail was thick and powerful, able to pin down a partner or a prey species alike. In the swamp, there were no rules, after all, only what the tribe needed for themselves, one way or another. However, the defining feature for him, at least when it came to him spending time with his mate, was the huge, equine-inspired member that jutted out from his crotch, seen as he sprang free from her sloppy, stretched pussy in a spray of cum.

It was huge, more than enough to please any member of the tribe, least of all the matriarch and his partner. No one could close even their gnarled, clinging fingers all the way around the girth, the head wider with the hint of a flare, though it rounded into a bulging, fleshy tip that was uniquely William's.

As it should have been. The tribe flourished with him and Esterona at its head, though he was still the only male there, after his son had left. All the others that he had brought into the world with Esterona were females, swamp hags like the rest, adding to the tribe as it grew and swelled with fresh life and fertility.

Still, he knew as he pressed her onto all fours, humping her over a mound of peat with a dull roar, cock disappearing into her anal ring, that they could not say there. After all, the tribe had grown so large that it was time to expand their territory and find a better place for home, somewhere that had more prey, somewhere where their tribe could continue to grow. It had already been agreed, though there would always be time for one final fuck before they left, the swamp hags gathering, stirring, watching the show. Of course, the nannies amongst the tribe that cared for the children kept them well away from the sexual show, though they would learn about that only once they were adults and had properly come of age.

He slammed into her repeatedly, his mate crying out for him, the tightness of her already well-used anal passage calling him on. William could no more pull out of her of his own free will as Esterona would even consider allowing him - which was, of course, impossible on both counts. They lusted and longed for one another too much as he fucked her doggystyle, both bellowing their enjoyment, the hot rod of his breeding spire plunging into her backside again and again.

William climaxed with yet another ragged yowl, the sound ripping itself from his throat as if it was a beast that could not be tamed too, slamming in deep. He stayed there, letting the tight pull and push of her backside milk his dick of every drop of seed it had, her breasts swinging back and forth under her where they sagged, though they would surely drip with milk again very soon. Esterona was rarely without a pregnancy, which was exactly the way the swamp hag matriarch liked it.

Still, they had to carry on, even if they did not want to leave the first place that they had fucked, William carrying the swamp hag in his arms, though Esterona had grown a little tenderer with him over the years. Even though the rest of their tribe was there around them, she nestled in against his shoulder, laying her head down, legs swinging freely over his arm as the beast of her mate carried her across his body as if she was the most precious of cargo. Of course, William's cock was still out, swinging happily, ready to be used exactly when either of them pleased.

"I will miss it," she rasped, glancing back at the swamp, though a lazy hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him off as they walked. "This place... Where I was born. Where we first fucked."

He chuckled and shook his head, eyes crinkling a little at the corners, though it did not make William's face any less monstrous.

"That's right... That seems so long ago now. Why don't you remind me how it feels?"

Without waiting for an answer, he turned her back to him, holding her in his powerful, muscular arms, sliding her down onto his cock. It sank into her pussy that time, purely by coincidence, and she grunted throatily, head rolling back against him. Even though there was not much height difference between them, William outmatched her with his bulk alone, humping her up and down on his fat length as if she was a toy, though the matriarch's moans easily told of her pleasure too.

He ground her along his length with an open moan of desire, hands gripping her breasts, nipples poking out thickly from between his fingers as if they were actively trying to make themselves known. He squeezed her tits as he roughly fucked her, the wet slop of his cock disappearing into her pussy filling the air even as they squelched through the bog, birds flitting through the trees and even alligators swimming lazily down the waterways. It was the perfect environment for all of them to live and thrive, though leaving, ultimately, was the right choice with the swamp hags and their tribe.

Leaving their swamp village behind would only bring them to more fruitful pastures.

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Surprisingly, they found their new home on the edge of the swamp, a place that they would never have thought suitable for them. Well, it was close to where the perimeter of the swamp had once been, but the swamp had grown and grown with the prosperity of the tribe, the hags linked to the swamp and vice versa. With the swamp expanding, other villages had been forced out, some sliding into the swamp itself - but a drowned village of broken-down homes was not a place that they wanted to stay.

The village still intact, however, framed by trees with long, hanging branches, murky waterways surrounding and protecting it, was the perfect place. Some of the homes were on stilts, keeping them out of the grasp of the water for longer, though the moving nature of the swamp would see to it that they would need to form boardwalks and walkways soon enough - that was, if the villagers stayed there, of course. And that was no kind of home for them, not while the strength of the swamp grew, benefitting the biodiversity of the land.

However, the villagers did not seem all that amenable to letting them take over their village, even if it very much was no longer a suitable home for them. Esterona had dropped to her knees, jacking off his cock as she hungered for his seed, dick wedged into her open maw, though William stood tall as the male head of the tribe. The werewolves that had inhabited the village at least previously snarled and bared their fangs at him, tails still, their bodies monstrous and hunched over, thickly layered with muscle. They wore very little clothing, mostly loincloths and most of the females had their breasts bared too, though it did not seem to be something that was uniform amongst all of them.

"Leave, beasts!" One barked, though his hands shook on the shaft of his spear, as if he was not entirely convinced by what he was saying. "Leave! You have no place here!"

The wet slurps of Esterona sucking his dick down into her throat rang out in the space between them, a few metres of rough bog land separating the werewolf villagers from the swamp hags. They shifted uneasily, the males and the females, though kept their spears level.

"You'll come around to our way of thinking," William said, confident in his position, spreading his hands wide: an older, human gesture that he hadn't quite been able to let go of after his transformation. "You do not belong in the swamp. Do you want to live in the swamp? There are better, fertile meadows outside the swamp for you to grow your crops and feed your animals. Less dangerous places too."

He grinned, hips thrusting as he ejaculated down Esterona's throat, the werewolves muttering and shifting amongst one another. At their head, the alpha pair stepped forward: a wise yet moderately built werewolf with fur ranging through shades of brown and who seemed to be his mate, a dark grey she-wolf with a slash of brown across her chest, between a couple of her huge tits.

However, William's greedy eyes had already landed on her, the alpha female werewolf. She was glorious, her breasts all out and on show. Whereas Esterona had three pairs of sagging tits, beautiful in their monstrousness, the werewolf alpha had four pairs, huge and pulling down under their own weight, as if she had already matured and fed many litters of werewolf pups. Her tail was thick and bushy and his eyes followed it hungrily down to her arse and her muscular thighs, though she would not have won any beauty contests with the vicious snarl on her lips.

She was powerful. She was defiant. She was bestial. Already, he adored her.

But William did not have to do anything at all as he growled and let it happen naturally. At first, the werewolves muttered and shifted, as if they were wondering why the swamp monsters were not leading the charge, but, frankly, William and Esterona knew that they did not have to. Within the swamp, their influence was absolute: all they had to do was to let it come to them, throb by throb, like pulses of cum down a waiting, eagerly gulping, throat.

For the hides of the swamp monsters excreted sickly sweet pheromones that infiltrated the air, a putrid concoction when mixed with the natural aroma of the swamp, something that could not be resisted. It would not force the werewolves into anything, of course, but make them more amenable to leaving, to the demands of the swamp monster tribe, allowing the tribe to take what was rightfully theirs. The werewolves, after all, had never belonged in the swamp and they should have left when it had become clear that continuing to live there was no longer viable for them, but such things did not always work out as smoothly as some may have wanted. It was not always easy to leave one's home also.

Yet the werewolves were powerless to resist, taking deep breaths, their pupils dilating, weapons shaky in their hands. Their claws dug into the wooden shafts of the spears in the moment before they dropped them, though they would not need them anymore. It was not that the swamp monsters had any intent to harm them, of course not, but there was something at work there that was greater than either of them.

Or perhaps merely the will of the swamp, their home and their life, what had enticed William into the depths of it in the first place.

He growled, licking his lips, Esterona's eyes bright, the yellow shining, though they matched his crimson orbs perfectly, complementing them as the werewolves growled and groaned and disrobed. It happened slowly at first, glancing at one another, stripping off bandage-like tops and loincloths, cocks and pussies freed, though they were beasts at their essence. To them, they didn't need to wear anything at all and it was merely their evolution and development, all for their comfort. But to reduce themselves all the way back down to the raw and the carnal...

...Yes. Yes, that was exactly what the tribe of the swamp hags stood for. Power, strength, fertility, longing, ravaging pumps of virile bodies. They needed no more than that and the pheromones enticed the werewolves to one another, kissing, moaning, groping, shafts rising to full mast, dripping, already, with thick drools of pre-cum.

They could have controlled themselves if they had really wanted to - but no one wanted to. No one wanted to hold back from the pleasure that coursed through them, pump after pump, grunting and groaning, moaning aloud for the pleasure that was theirs. There were more males than females, though there were more than enough swamp hags, of course, to go around on that count, the lines between them blurring as the villagers and the tribe, at least for a time, became one.

Green, monstrous bodies tangled with muscled, furry ones, rocking and riding, males with females, taking the lust in any way they craved. Swamp hags lay on their backs, allowing the werewolf males to thrust between their tits, cum spurting across their faces, while some of the hags rode the werewolves, jostling for position. There were too many need bodies to go around fairly, sometimes more than three swamp hags to a single werewolf, humping and grinding across the wolf's muzzle, a tongue lashing desperately against their needy, dripping cunts.

The cocks of the wolves came with a giant, fat knot that promised pleasure right at the base, though they swelled up right away, as if their lust could not be contained, as if they were already at that breaking point of ejaculation without even sinking into the swamp hags. But the hags rode and fucked them any way that they pleased, howling with pleasure, taking their rampant, throbbing lengths into their pussies and arseholes, wherever they pleased.

Their sexual prowess had increased too, cumming and then not even softening, fucking the swamp hags in every position, even while some of the female werewolves were forced to take male wolf mates in lust. Their knots popped in and out of wanton holes - yet no one was as liberal and virile as William. Not as he growled and panted, muscles rippling with strength and power, slamming into Esterona as she clung to his shoulders and he pinned her back against a building.

They didn't try to hide themselves away, not even as he slammed in, the wood of the small abode cracking and splintering - but they would rebuild it better, in the swamp hag way. He snarled, teeth gnashing, though his head dipped hungrily to her tits even as he fucked her sex, roaring out his ejaculation even as he drew her nipples into his mouth, two at once. Even though she was not pregnant at that time, there was no doubt that she would be impregnated once again by the time they finished there, her body ripe and fertile, warm milk from her laden tits gushing into his mouth.

Greedily, hungrily, he gulped it all down. It was not for William to think about, nothing for him to consider, yet there was so much more to being a swamp monster than he could ever have imagined, not before his transformation. And it all came so naturally to him, as if everything was contained and directed by a higher power, one that watched their every move and merely set them on the right path. Or maybe that was merely nature, his body strong and virile, slamming into her even as the building cracked and planks tumbled, splintering off in all directions.

The building crumbled to the ground and he roared another orgasm, his balls aching, even in that moment feeling like they were growing, so fat and swelling out of their own sack. Yet it was merely the power of the swamp pushing through him, the beast that he was growing, adding inches to his height, his cock even thicker and rounder, like an arm around the girth, than it had been.

He only kept fucking her, sliding deep into her arse rather than her pussy as he pounded her on all fours, her backside grinding into him. Somehow, even then, Esterona managed to keep time and pace with his thrusts, moaning his name, screaming out her lust even as orgasm after orgasm tore passionately through her. Her sexual fluids gushed around him as she clenched and squirted, creating a mess that would be added back into the waters of the swamp, a gift for it even as they took everything that was theirs and more, so much more.

He howled, his cock growing, grinding into her, though there was someone else before him, a werewolf female. He didn't think, only snorted and lapped up deep into the pussy that she offered him, beastly and hairy, tongue sliding deep. In what seemed to be mere moments, she was climaxing on his face, grinding and humping and moaning like the blissful whore she was as his tongue worked its magic on her.

There was no reason for any of them to hold back, not as the swamp sank into him, his balls larger, as round as melons - each. Yet the biggest change in William even as he grew larger and more beastly still, his tongue longer and slipperier, was the second cock pushing up alongside the first, one above it. It was just the same in shape with a fat flare at the tip and the rounded, bulbous head, drooling instantly. It was just another way in which he could please Esterona, roaring as he fucked her on her side, holding her left leg up high out of the way as ecstasy pulled through him.

For, that time, he didn't only need to use one cock on her, not as he drove ruthlessly into her body, the swamp hag matriarch rocking and grinding against him, her breasts sagging, squirting milk every time grabbed at them. Her body ached, a cock in her pussy and a cock in her arse, filling her to the brim as she rolled against him, lost in pleasure, the beauty of ecstasy stealing away even her monstrous form to a realm where only pleasure existed and nothing more.

There didn't need to be anything more, not for them, never again. Sex and lust had fuelled the tribe of the swamp hags for long enough already, but they needed more, so much more, taking all that they craved, William grabbing and squeezing and groping the matriarch's tits as milk squirted and trickled down between his fingers. He couldn't help himself, driven by passion, waves of pleasure unlike anything that he had ever experienced before crashing over him. It was as if the swamp itself was taking him under the surface, finally claiming him and swallowing him up, though his time there was to be so much more passionate than even he could have anticipated.

Two cocks were most certainly better than one as he plunged into Esterona, ejaculating, filling the sloppy, clenching mess of her holes with every drop of cream that he thought he had in him. Yet, of course, his balls replenished themselves practically as quickly as he spent his load, rumbling and aching and churning. The only reason that he would ever have needed to pause would have been for brief spans of sleep (and his cocks could have stayed inside her even then) and sustenance when taken in short bursts. Eating out Esterona and letting her drink down his seed, however, kept them going for much, much longer than any natural creatures could have been sustained without "real food".

He had a watcher, however, though William should have expected that his might and power in sexual proficiency would have attracted more than one voyeur. The werewolf who eyed him up from head to toe, however, did not have a drop of seed on her, having already shunned her own mate while the swamp hags and the rest of the werewolves fucked wildly all around them. With her head held proudly high, she challenged him with a set to her jaw, tail stiff behind her: the grey-furred alpha werewolf with the slash of brown fur across her multiple breasts.

Tired of him, for the moment, Esterona took her liberty of him. They didn't have to fuck all the time, after all, although they usually kept going for hours on end at the bare minimum, spending most of their days engaged in sex most of the time. The werewolves crowded around her, males and females, curious to see the matriarch, her energy practically casting a spell over them as she lazily watched her mate, jacking off a werewolf with one hand while the fingers of another slid into the wanton, slutty sex of a werewolf female.

William, however, was only for the she-wolf in that moment. She was too proud, even as Esterona lustfully watched on, but William charged her with a feral bellow. It was what they both wanted, even if he had to prove himself to her first, tackling her to the ground as she snarled and snapped, the two of them bodily going at each other with teeth and claws, seeing nothing but the other.

No harm, of course, would come, not as they tussled, William, snarling, teeth parted, drooling splattering her face - but the werewolf alpha was a freak like him, perfectly suited to one another. A part of him already knew that she was his and that he couldn't wait to see her with Esterona too, even as his cocks jerked and slapped up against his own stomach and thighs, swinging and bouncing as if with a horny mind of their own.

"Do you think yourself better than werewolves?" She growled, eyes glinting, fighting even as he pinned a hand above her head, lunging for the other one. "Unff... Prove it! Fuck me! Breed me! You are more of a beast than - ahhhh!"

He drove into her, fighting to squeeze just one cock into her slick, soaked pussy, though that only promised more, so much more. She was tight, tighter than William had anticipated, though that did not faze him in the slightest. And she couldn't go back anyway, pinned down on her back, forced, one way or another, to accept his lust. None of the werewolves, truthfully, would know if everything that had taken place there had been entirely of their own free will, but, frankly, no one would care after the day of their first fucking and cumming was all said and done.

And the alpha was his, the alpha and the matriarch, William howling as he slammed into her, forcing her body to accept him, to make room. He grabbed her tits greedily, groping and massaging, though his heart surged with greater flips of lust still as milk squirted forth. He didn't both with questions and he did not bother pausing, merely arching his back around and down to drink greedily from her breasts, lips locked around her nipples. His teeth scraped and pulled at sensitive teases of flesh, her body pulling in squirting orgasm around his cock, soaking his crotch and the ground under them, but William did not stop.

He wasn't sure when he would stop, only that he had everything that he needed right there and then from the lewd, crude, hairy alpha werewolf. Yet the lust of it all was to come to a head as her body revealed that she didn't just have one pussy but two between her legs!

It was only a shame that William had not grown a third cock too, the peat of the bog squishing under them as he pounded her down into the ground, lining up his second dick to take her pussy too, two cocks sinking into two holes that wrapped him in intoxicating warmth. The swamp monster howled, ejaculating instantly, yet he pounded her harder and faster still through the throes of climax, his cocks not softening, lust high in every moan.

That was far from the end of it as he flipped her onto all fours, cocks still squirting, taking her again, slotting his dicks into the opposing pussies that time, her howls echoing through the village, turning heads. Yet there was no werewolf male there who could ever have held a candle to William and all he could do for her, slamming in deeper, a lewd, wet squelch of their bodily fluids and arousal drooling out of her sexes rising with every driving thrust.

Esterona, however, was not to be set aside, even if he could never have forgotten her, not in a million lifetimes. The swamp hag matriarch was his heart and his soul in more ways than one, poised before him with a smirk on her lips as she raised her leg, sliding it over her shoulder.

"Don't amuse yourself with your new toy for too long," she rasped. "William..."

There was tenderness in her tone, but he'd rather hear her moan. Shoving his face into her sex, he growled, lapping deeply up into her, messily and lewdly eating her out.

"Mmmmnnnngggghhhhh!"

Her groan of lust claimed him, fucking the brute of a werewolf monster even as he pleased her, eating her out, sloppily slurping into her pussy, her sexual fluids coating his muzzle. She clenched around nothing, for he was not in a position, holding onto the werewolf, to slide his fingers into her cunt, not that either minded. There would be more than enough time for them to take their fill of each other, one way or the other.

But she could grind on his mouth, forcing him to messily eat her out, screaming through orgasm, pounding the werewolf, losing himself as he found himself. He couldn't resist her flavour, the intensity of her sex as his tongue swirled around and around. And yet he would never have tired of anything at all with Esterona, fucking and pounding her, eating her out, slamming into her throat... Anything and everything was good, even dragging his tongue over her anal ring, swiping it around, losing himself against her in any way that he wanted. There were no limits, swapping between her pucker and her pussy, eagerly pushing his tongue inside to taste the musk of the swamp, mingling her flavours.

Still, his mind reeled, overcome with pleasure as he ground into the werewolf, the she-wolf slamming back onto his thrusts, aching, pinned and howling for more.

He had two.... And it was different to fucking the swamp hags, as much as he lusted for them too, breeding and fucking over and over again. There was no end to it and, for him, there didn't need to be, not as orgasm ripped itself from him viciously, cocks jerking and throbbing within the werewolf as he lost himself. Seed flooded her, her holes clenching tight around him, milking him of his load, though the werewolf alpha would soon learn that there was more than enough where that came from, as much as she could ever have craved.

He slid out of her, the werewolf slumping to the ground, dazed but only for a few moments. Those moments were enough for Esterona to pin him down, aggressively staking her claim over him and taking both of his cocks, at the same time, into her pussy. The massive stretch had her twisting and writhing, though she forced herself down, stiffly riding him, for the grip of her cunt on his twin dicks was so great that it took a lot more effort than she was used to when riding him.

William could take care of that, however, pressing his feet down into the peaty marsh and slamming up, forcing her to ride him like a wild creature, snarling, tongue lashing between his teeth. The swamp hag rolled her head back, moaning, the werewolf curiously close, though neither of them, even though they had not known her for all that long and, so far, did not even know her name, but it did not matter. They fit perfectly together, Esterona howling as she climaxed on his cocks. Her head pushed back, throat bulging as if she was actively striving to drag air forcibly down into her lungs, though it was merely an expression of ecstasy unlike any other, eyes half-closed. For all she needed to do was to let orgasm after orgasm roll through her, even as he added to the mess of her pussy, spurting, painting her inner walls. The only difference that time was that there was no way for his cum to drool out of her without him pulling out first. Her lower abdomen even swelled with the sheer, raw volume of cum her mate forced up into her, though Esterona would not have wanted to be anywhere else as his cocks bulged through her stomach, showing off his size.

She rose proudly from his twin dicks that had stretched her out, showing off the sloppy, crude mess of her pussy, how cum drooled and dripped from it in the slickest of cream-pies that anyone could ever have imagined. Esterona moaned, allowing William to lay her out on the ground to relax, though she was more interested in sliding her fingers into the mess of her pussy, rubbing his cream and her sexual arousal into her skin, which was one of the things that had made it as smooth and as supple as it was, over time. Regardless, she was still a monster, letting the hags and werewolves surround her, pleasuring her, someone eating her out while another rubbed her breasts, milking her softly, letting her lust fill again, drip by drip.

William did not need to rest, for his matriarch was merely pacing herself, which was entirely her right to do. There was nothing that Esterona could do wrong in his eyes as he posed before her, lying on his back and dragging the werewolf over him. Even though she yelped, not realising what he was doing at first, she growled more happily as his hard cocks pressed up, drooling, to her backside. Both lying on their backs, he plunged one dick into her pussy and another into her tail hole, driving deep, slamming, humping, grinding, showing her what the true meaning of feral lust.

For the werewolf alpha had never seen anyone that fucked like him, no one that was as much of a brute as him, snarling, heaving, grunting, lusting for every moment that was offered to him. William bit at her shoulder, hands on her tits, barely leaving her body for a moment as he groped and squeezed, enjoying every part of her that, quite literally, he could get his hands on. His adoration of her flowed through, shown in sex, his cock throbbing, aching inside her, already wanting to cum.

He did not drag it out, letting her climax on his dicks, her pussies squeezing, though one squirted more messily than the other, with his cock in her arsehole. He didn't care for the mess, however, not as the softening ground supported them, close to the edge of the water and not giving a damn. He was exactly where he needed to be and that would never change, never in a million lifetimes, though something in the back of his mind told the monster that he had felt that before.

Yet what did it matter? No... No, it did not, not with lust, not with passion, not with his carnal nature coming through to the forefront, hard and throbbing. He snarled, teeth showing, tongue lashing against the back of the werewolf's neck, squeezing her tits, bucking up into her repeatedly. He did not bother keeping track of how many times she got off on his cocks, managing to clumsily swap from her arse to her pussy so that he had a dick in each cunt, though he kept fucking her and fucking her, everything messily on show, until she slumped over him, trembling in, albeit brief, sexual exhaustion.

But more... He still wanted more, always more. The tribe had claimed their new village and he had his mate...but what did that mean for the werewolf alpha? The freak of nature who had already yearned for him and had him craving her in return?

William groaned, burying his face in the werewolf's neck as Esterona came for him again, wanting them both, the heat of their bodies against him.

In finding a new home, he had also found a new member of what should be his harem...

*

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The next day, the werewolves left, satisfied that there was another home for them, though they did not leave alone. They did not want to go too far from the swamp that had offered them so much and provided for them, even if it was not a suitable habitat for them to actually live in full-time, some of the swamp hags going along with them. With them too, they took the legend of the swamp creatures, spreading their tales, stories of their virility, fertility, promiscuity, all for the betterment of the vitality of the swamp. In time, it would bring increasingly curious people, both anthro-types and human beings, to the swamp creature tribe, though some would only watch while others would join in with the frisky fun of William and the hags. It was always up to them how far they took things, nothing forced or set in stone.

But they lusted and they willed, William fucking every member of his tribe in the village, as they built it, christening their new home with his seed and their arousal. There was more than enough going around as he pounded every hag in every hole, shoving his dick desperately down flexible throats and promiscuous pussies, even anal rings left stretched and lewdly gaping. Sometimes, he even shoved more than one cock into one hole at once and, well, they just had to take it. One thing was sure and that was that pleasure was to be had, regardless of how it was delivered.

However, his heart surged when the werewolf did not leave. No, she remained behind, right where she belonged in the throng and the home of lust, even though it was not an environment, the thick of the spreading swamp, where she might have chosen to live in. Yet there was nowhere else to go when she had already chosen the strongest male of all to bed down with, her pussies leaking her arousal even as he snatched her into his arms, burying his face lewdly in her breasts, milk streaking his face.

"My name is Oleander," she growled, once he had set her down, though William fell to his back, pulling her with him to grind one of his dicks straight up into her tail hole. "Mmph... Ohhhh... William, you will breed me and show the might of our tribes combined!"

Esterona cocked her head, though the matriarch assumed her rightful place on William's second dick, taking her mate deep into her pussy, the lewd squelch of her sex around the monster's massive dick catching Oleander's attention. The werewolf alpha moaned and squirmed on William's cock, though she ground her hips onto him as if there was nothing else left in the world for her, only pleasure, only the body of the mate that she had chosen for herself over one weakened by time.

"You shall do well in our tribe, Oleander," Esterona said, though her head was held high, a glint in her yellow eyes. "But do not forget the matriarch."

For she was not to be cast aside and Oleander would know that, though the werewolf's tail only softened a little, drooping in submission. Only a fraction, at least to the matriarch, but that was all that was needed, Esterona nodded her approval as she reached around the werewolf's body, both facing the same way up towards William's head, groping and massaging her tits. That, of course, was a little of her staking her claim, but they could both exhaust him time after time again and see to it that their beastly stud was never left wanting for a hot hole to fill between them.

"Yes...matriarch," Oleander growled, but she was already lost to lust, bouncing on William's cock as orgasm gripped her. "Ohhhhhh!"

Bowing the knee to Esterona, however, only put her a hair's breadth below the matriarch and her first mate in the hierarchy of the tribe. She was still powerful, a lover to William, an alpha werewolf in her own right. All three, in time, would bond just as strongly as William had with Esterona.

He fucked them both, lust rising, moving from one position to the other. There was nothing that they could not do, not as William slid his cocks between Oleander's multiple pairs of breasts, fucking her roughly crudely. He heaved and panted, skin prickling with delight, yet he had no idea what time of day it even was, needing her more and more, grinding over her breasts while he painted her skin with spurts of cream. She dipped her muzzle readily, taking the heads of his dicks into her mouth whenever she could, though Oleander mostly only succeeded in smearing his pre-cum over her muzzle, dirtying her rough fur further.

No one cared, not even as he roared out his orgasm, ejaculating over her face and painting her fully with his cream. Her entire head washed down with white, the werewolf squirming and letting it soak into her fur, even crudely rubbing it in, wanting to be marked with the scent of her mate too. Yet Esterona was there too and he lunged for her, nipping and nuzzling into her tits while milk leaked down her chest. He drank down what he could, his face smeared with milky rivulets, lips closing around one nipple and then another, lost in the sagging softness of her breasts, adoring her body in any way that he knew how.

They fucked standing that time, William bouncing the swamp hag matriarch on his cock, letting everyone see her bouncing breasts, how they swung back and forth with even that movement of her body, squirting in orgasm. He lost count, easily, of how many times she got off on his cocks, one grinding into her arse and then the second into her pussy, giving her a divine pleasure and pressure that Esterona would never have been able to get anywhere else. But it didn't matter, not as long as they were lost in lust, Esterona tumbling to the ground in a sprawling, smirking heap when she allowed him to go fuck Oleander, her heart full and her lust replenishing itself, moment by moment.

Everything was right with their world, building their village in the new corner of the swamp, all together finally.

*

A few short months later, a heavily pregnant Esterona lay on top of Oleander, positioned precisely so that William could fuck both at once. They lay with their tits up, allowing William the best view of her saggy, milky breasts and the huge round of her gravid belly, slamming into both as they moaned for him.

"Nnnnggghhh!"

"Mmmmm!"

His cocks fit inside them perfectly, though they had discussed that they would have much rather that he had more cocks still so that he could fuck them in every hole down there at once - but William would have to see if, in time, his power grew with the swamp. There was still so much they didn't know about their tribe, slamming into what was already a messy cream-pie slopping from their sexes, breeding them all over again. Around them, the village prospered, growing bountiful with the fruits of the swamp, fish cooking over open fires, the hags fucking and moaning, taking their pleasure. After all, they were stimulated repeatedly by the matriarch, the alpha and their mate fucking so openly and so frequently.

What they did not know, not as William fucked his pregnant mates, was that they were being watched, already, from the bushes, stories of their might and prosperity already having spread. It could not be helped, not as Oleander wrapped her arms around Esterona's stomach, holding her tightly even as they climaxed together, squirting and adding to the sloppy mess and cream-pies already trickling down between the werewolf's legs. The werewolf's tail was already soaked and it still tried to wag, even as eyes peered at them, confused and shamefully aroused by what they were seeing.

The first of many had found their new tribe. But only time would tell whether they would take a step forward into the arms of the tribe or take their stories back home with them.

The swamp hags had found their new home. And, with the tribe as strong as they were, there was no going back from there.

William moaned, his head thrown back as his dicks throbbed and spurted, seeding his lovers full.

He'd never again want to be without those that he adored so fiercely, after all.