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"Oh thank the heavens..." Slate moaned in relief, as the wolfess smeared his aching cock with the salve. Her deft paws slipped along his flaccid length spreading the thick white paste liberally.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I am fucking sick of sex." The pitch black wolf lay back on the piles of soft thick pelts that carpeted the inside of the den and sighed.

"Don't be pathetic," Said the wolfess tending to his chaffed penis.

"Pathetic?! Look at it it's red!"

"It's always red you fool." Replied the female.

"Yeah...but...more so than usual." He yawned and stretched his arms out wide.

"Well don't worry, a couple more days and you can have as little sex as you want. None, if you want, for as long as you want...well, until next year." She finished nursing his aching member and wiped the rest of the paste off her paws onto a deer pelt.

He slapped a paw against her rump and squeezed a pert butt cheek appreciatively. "You know I could never 'not fuck' you Beth, you're my sweet demented goddess."

"Save it, you've got to do two more of the little bitches before noon." She slapped his paw away and walked over to a large brass water jug in the corner of the tent. Despite her apparent disinterest she made sure her mottled grey and black butt swayed as alluringly as she could.

"Fuck em. I want to go hunt and get drunk! If they're not pregnant by now there's something wrong with them."

"What's wrong is you haven't fucked em yet." She splashed water on her face then drank a big pawful of the shimmering clear liquid.

"What? I thought I'd done em all once, at least!"

"Nope, 26 bitches, you've only done 16."

"16?! I'm gonna die before the end of this season, I swear."

"Maybe we could replace you with a male that isn't scared of getting his cock wet." She said splashing her face again.

"Oi, none of that. I'm irreplaceable. I'm a god damn king of pussy." He hopped to his feet and strode up behind her. "And you are my Queen of dick." He placed his paws on her hips and pulled her lithe toned frame against his own considerably larger one.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" She asked matter-of-factly.

"I never said I was a poet." He whispered, kissing the back of her neck.

"I should hope not." She felt his cock stiffen against her rump. "Okay enough." She turned and pushed him back towards the centre of the tent, a smile spread across his face as she pushed him down into the pile of pelts again. "If you can get hard, I'm getting the next one."

"This one's all for you, my love." He said grabbing her paw and trying to drag her down onto the bedding with him.

She pulled back refusing to lay down beside him "I'm flattered, but the less you fuck 'em, the less pups we get, the less bitch pups we get, the less we can trade. The less male pups we get the less our pack grows, the less power you have, and the less I find you attractive and therefore the less you get to fuck me." The female pulled her paw free and walked towards the tent flaps.

"You really are a cynical bitch sometimes Beth... Did I ever tell you how much that turns me on?"

"Shut up." She said, pushing the flaps wide open. The ice cold morning air poured in through the opening, washing over the body of the sweltering female. A large male sat by the entrance with a huge shimmering blade laid across his lap.

"Go tell the cow to bring in the next one." She barked.

"Yes my Lady," Said the wolf, he rose to his feet, snow clinging to his fur. As he walked away she admired the guard's body. His musculature bordered on the obscene. Thick straps of muscles graced his back and shoulders, the muscles in his legs flexed and tensed eagerly even with such light an exertion as walking. 'Pity he's just some submissive runt' she thought, closing the flaps again.

"I've decided to go on strike. I'm not screwing another one of those dower little creatures until I've had another ride with my lioness." He grinned at her only half joking.

"How are you gonna enforce that?" She asked, kneeling down by his prone form.

"A complete erection embargo, until such times as you have fulfilled your mate-ly duties."

She grabbed a coarsely embroidered blanket and set about cleaning the salve from his cock. "So you're saying you aren't going to get hard for-"

"Anyone but my perfect mate" He rubbed a paw along her flank against the grain of her fur, stopping at her chest to fondle her ample breast.

She rolled her eyes and moved a paw between her thighs, she widened her stance and slipped 2 paw fingers up between her legs, she bit her lip and moved them gently inside herself. Then with a wicked grin she pulled her paw free and grabbed her mate's muzzle, running her paw beneath his nose and sliding a finger between his lips to press against his tongue.

He whimpered in delight as the scent and taste of his mate in heat filled his senses. Looking to his groin she grinned smugly as his member rose to attention.

"That's fucking cheating." He said as the flaps of the tent parted, held wide by the guard with the huge blade. A young wolfess ducked into the tent, her paws were clasped together nervously, her gaze fixed hard on the floor. A pretty young thing, for sure, but any observer would admit she didn't hold a candle to the older female.

"And what do they call you then?" said Slate, conceding defeat.

"Mera, sir." She responded, her fur was adorned with intricate red patterns, red swirls and lines that pulled focus towards her average hips and breasts. She stood silently for a moment, then she remembered her lessons and knelt by his feet. "I hope my body pleases you, and that through the grace of the huntress I may-"

"If I have to hear the damn fertility prayer one more time I swear I'm going to kill something." Slate interrupted, cursing loudly upwards at the heavens. "I'm sure I've fucked this one before." He said to his mate.

"No she's fresh, this is her first season, according to the Den Mother."

"Urgh... virgins are so boring." Slate looked at the small creature in disdain; in return she hung her head and stared meekly into her lap.

"Would you just get on with it?" Beth snapped.

Slate rolled his eyes and moved his pitch black body into a kneeling position. "Get on your back and spread your legs." He said with a sigh as he began to jerk his cock into full readiness.

The young female dutifully agreed. Her sex was neat and she was well presented, the dappled fur between her legs was sweet and her breasts were fine, but as he gripped his cock shaft and pressed his tip between her legs he found his erection faulting. He jerked his dick hard but still he couldn't penetrate the female.

"Fuck!" He cried, rapidly losing patience.

Beth sighed, and leaned over to him. She swatted his paw away and took hold of her mate's cock. She brushed back a hair from her check and slipped her muzzle over his weary member. Gently she set to eagerly suckling on the soft piece of flesh, running her strong broad tongue around its tip.

Slate hissed, her mouth felt like it was on fire against his sore prick; but even so, the sight of his proud domineering mate with her muzzle around his cock soon had him hard.

"Perhaps you should go down on her too?" Slate asked hopefully.

Beth leaned back and wiped her lips against the back of her wrist. "Why would I want the taste of some little slut's pussy in my mouth?" Asked Beth derisively.

Slate grabbed the virgin by her hips and dragged her body into position beneath him. "Because it would make me hard as iron?" Slate gave his mate his best bedroom eyes.

Beth rolled her eyes, and crawled on top of the other girl. "I'm not eating anyone's pussy," she said, forcing the smaller female's shoulders down flat against the floor, she straddled the small bitch, who in return was looking more and more overwhelmed. Beth swung her leg over the girls head and lowered her hips down pressing her sex into the face of the other female without anything approaching respect. She grabbed the girl's snout and angled her mouth up between her folds. "Lick." Beth demanded, lowering her hips down firmly, pressing her pussy hard against the younger female's lips. Beth smiled more than she wished to, as she felt the adolescent bitch begin to lap wetly at her mound.

"You're eating pussy, not drinking water..." Beth trailed off as she felt her tail being lifted and a broad male muzzle press between her ass cheeks. Slate pressed his lips hard against his mate's tail-hole. Parting his lips, he let his tongue spread wholly across her tight little pucker. The male moaned as he teased at her, pressing the tip of his thick tongue hard at her opening, his cock swelling to a happy dull ache at the sensation of the tight little hole parting, even slightly, around the tip of his tongue.

Beth shuddered gently at the sensation of multiple mouths tending to her, happily lapping at both her ass and pussy. She lowered her lips into the younger female's face firmly, then hard. Trying to make sure the young girl was uncomfortable whilst she pleasured the more dominant female. She heard her mate moan again as he brought a paw up to her rump to gently fondle her butt and explore the soft exquisite curve of her body.

Her mate must have had all the foreplay he needed, she thought, seeing the small female wince in pain. The Girl moaned unhappily into her mistress' pussy "Keep licking" Beth said, looking over her shoulder. Slate's cock sat half buried in the impossibly tight pussy.

"Fucking virgins..." He mumbled, shifting his hips in line with the little female's. With a grunt from Slate and a wail from the young female, he took her hard.

The look of distress on the other female's face sent a thrill of pure sexual delight buzzing through Beth, setting her fur to standing on end. As Slate pulled his cock free of the impossibly tight bitch and rammed it home again the small female gasped, turning from her work to howl out in distress. Beth corrected the problem, grabbing the other bitch by the ears she turned her muzzle back, pushing her snout hard into her sex. "C'mon little one, If I have to keep telling you to kiss my pussy I'm going to get annoyed."

Slate watched his mate arch her back as the youngster's tongue went back to sliding hungrily up between her legs. The spectacle fired up his blood, with a long grunt he set to rutting the tiny, freshly opened pussy with a demonic passion. Whimpering, the poor animal tried to instinctively close her legs. The male grabbed her knees and pushed them wide before resuming his vicious stroke. Slate couldn't choose where to look so his eyes switched furiously between the sight of his mate with a pretty little bitch between her legs and the sight of his own thick cock hammering away wetly into her delicious, rapidly reddening cunt.

Beth 'yipped' in surprise as a twang of pleasure rocked through her, then another and another. She laughed with delight as she realised the small bitch was going to make her come, something she had not anticipated, especially given her inexperienced, albeit enthusiastic, lapping.

Beth scrunched her eyes shut as a bubbling roil of pleasure crashed around inside her, her face was a picture of joy, her shoulders shook, her pussy squeezed and relaxed rapidly, she moved a paw finger to her clit and tickled the tender nub furiously, trying to prolong the overwhelming sensation as long as she could. A squeak of surprise between her legs made Beth laugh even harder, "Sorry darling," Beth said, opening her eyes and looking down at the wet dripping face of the female beneath her.

"I'm so sorry ma'am d- did I...displease-" The distressed young female murmured in confusion.

"You never seen a bitch come like that before?" Beth laughed, shaking the dappled grey fur of her breasts. "You did fine." Beth stroked a paw finger across the girl's soaking wet muzzle and cheeks. "This is just my pussy saying 'thank you'." Beth flopped down onto the soft pelt covered floor and stretched out her exquisite body, delighting in the warm fuzz of her cum-drunk brain.

Slate loomed over the younger female, the sight of his mate squirting over her muzzle thrilled him beyond belief. As he built up to his own imminent release, he lapped at the wet fur of the girls cheek and muzzle. He forced his hips forward brutally, his knot was already hugely swollen, he knew he'd left it too late to tie the girl but the animal in his nature spurred him on. All the while he lapped at her face, filling his senses with the taste and thought of his mate, even as he fucked the young stranger. Finally he let out a loud exhalation of breath, his cock twitched inside the girl, he dug his paws into the pelts around him and sighed in release.

The young female whimpered as Slate drove himself against her hips, looking about with confusion as he lapped at her face enamoured purely with the divine tasting substance that coated the soft fur. Misreading the situation the girl pressed her nose to his and slid her tongue into his muzzle. She murmured gently as she pushed hard into a kiss with the alpha. Slate opened his eyes wide and pulled back.

"Oh pup... that was a really stupid thing to do..." Slate said almost sympathetically. He leaned up and away from the girl a moment before a paw crashed down into her neck.

Beth squeezed at the girls throat, her teeth were bared and shimmering in the fire light, she let out a hate filled murderous snarl. Slate sighed and pulled his dripping cock from the female, he stood and walked towards the water jug feeling more than a little thirsty after the exuberant fucking.

The girl tried to bring a paw up to push away Beth's snarling face from her own and was rewarded with a heavy clenched fist slammed into her tummy. The Alpha Female hauled the two of them to their feet before tossing the smaller bitch down again. The smaller female whimpered in an act of contrition and made towards the door.

Beth lunged forward and grabbed the girl again by the throat. She marched them to the opening with naked rage painted across her face.

"I should rip your neck out, cunt!" Beth flung the girl through the door and into the frosty morning air, she tumbled and rolled through the snow.

"Give her hell honey!" Slate laughed, drinking a paw full of water. "Can't have these young bitches trying to steal your alpha!" he shook his head and smiled.

Beth lowered her head ready to pounce again, fully intending on sending the girl back to the bitch den considerably less pretty looking, or dead, but as she moved towards the prone creature another snarl echoed through the camp, far louder than Beth's. The huge form of the Den Mother bounded in front of Beth as if out of nowhere. The Den Mother was a huge creature, almost of an equal size to the largest of the males she towered over Beth. Her body seemed to be made entirely of muscle but also clearly feminine, her body curved in all the ways that an attractive females does, but much larger. Her left ear had 3 notches cut along it's length whilst the other was adorned with brass studs. Unlike almost all other wolves she wore clothing, of sorts. A loose shawl covered her breasts and a small strip of fabric hung from a strap around her waist to conceal her sex. The rest of her fur was adorned in intricate red patterns from head to toe, either spiritual symbols or beautiful calligraphic prayers that curled their letters around her body.

The Den Mother's teeth shone just as brilliantly as Beth's but much larger. Her snarl sounded more like the roar of a bear.

"Out of the way beast!" Snapped Beth.

The Den Mother said nothing. Beth tried to move around her to get at the small female who cowered in the snow behind the titanic female. The Den Mother moved herself in response. Keeping herself between the furious Alpha female and the young wolfess she fully intended of bringing harm to.

"I said move!" Bellowed Beth, she thought of attacking the Den Mother but self preservation is a powerful instinct even amongst the cruel. She realised it to be a lost cause. Her lips lowered and her demeanour of fury slowly subsided. The Den Mother returned the sentiment and raised herself out of her aggressive stance, and back up to her full impressive height. The young female they had nearly fought over bolted for the safety of the Bitch Den.

"Tell your mate one of his bitches has run away." Said the Den Mother matter-of-factly, turning from the conversation immediately after.

"What?!" Beth barked, she looked around, about the camp she could see the heads of a dozen or so wolves watching the commotion intently. "What do you mean, freak?" She hissed.

"The white one..." Said The Den Mother, barely concealing her own contempt. "She ran away last night."

Beth felt fury rile up within her. Losing face in front of your pack was unacceptable for a male such as her mate. Having bitches disappear from a harem made you look as if you could neither offer them enough for them to want to stay, or control them. As much as it riled Beth, she was painfully aware that her fate was tied exclusively to that of her mate.

"You stupid whore! You're supposed to keep them unde-" Beth started.

The Den Mother span on her heels and looked down on the smaller female, hauling herself up to her most intimidating height.

"I am here to protect them. These females are given by their own packs to your husband to breed with, they are however not his property... they are his guests. They are not for you to abuse or harm or hold dominion over. A fact I am here to enforce. Should they deem this pack unfit for them then who am I to stop them from fleeing?"

"Spare me. Nice words, but we both know they're a load of shit." Beth spat.

Den Mothers were greatly sort after by packs. Specifically bred for their size and strength they were raised in one of the holy packs to protect the breeding females from unwanted attention or abuse. Having a Den Mother attached to a pack made it far more likely that other packs would allow their daughters to be traded, as it gave the parents some measure of reassurance that the offspring wouldn't come to harm. Many wolves however see them as little more than a trade formality, which rapidly becomes an unnecessary nuisance once the pack moved beyond the prying eyes of the 'city'. Beth fell strongly into this category, and filled with bile at the idea of her mate's and therefore her property having escaped, stormed back into their tent.

"Try not to piss off the Den Mother." Slate said, having watched the whole incident from the door.

"Why not?! I'm sick of seeing that lumbering slut eating our food and-"

"Because they're really expensive to hire and if the sisterhood hate us they'll just charge us more."

"Well the stupid cunt let one of the bitches run off."

"...which one?" Said Slate, his voice suddenly much more malevolent.

"The white one."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. Ungrateful little creature fucked off into the night." Beth retrieved a small box from the corner of the room and opened it. She slipped a golden bangle over her paw tied a brass chocker about her neck and then began adding studs of precious metal to the holes in her ears, all symbols of her rank and status.

Slate seethed on the other side of the room, the white bitch was pretty, fast, healthy, smart. "She cost us a fucking fortune." Slate said.

Beth shrugged.

"Are all the Males still here?"

"How should I know?" Said Beth.

"Damnit." Slate muttered and walked to the door, he pushed the pelts aside and leaned through. "Anyone missing today?" He asked of the guard sitting by the door.

"I'm not sure...Volks was looking for that whelp he likes to mess with. I don't think he found him in the end." Replied the guard, unsure of the correct answer.

Slate snarled and went back inside. "One of the males is missing too. Brilliant." He said to his mate, "That's going to look great." He slumped down onto the pelts with a wince, his aching cock complaining again.

"What are you doing?" Beth said, closing her jewellery box.

"I'm lying down, what does it look like?" Slate shut his eyes, opening them again a moment later as he felt a swift kick in his side. "What was that for?!" Slate sat up and grabbed his mate's leg so she couldn't repeat her attack.

"I don't believe you're the one with the cock, not me." She hissed. "Get your brothers, and get after them. Kill the damn thief, cut his head off and drag the tramp back here so you can fuck her brains out!" Her mate sat silently for a moment. "Now!" Beth screamed.