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To say that Sabrith and Tayelle were soldiers of fortune might be a stretch of the truth, but such was only the case because they weren't actually soldiers. They were certainly travelers of fortune, at the very least, and each and every time they got themselves into a little trouble, it seemed that it was for the sake of greater riches, greater fame, or simply a massive pile of gold.

Whether or not the day had finally come that they'd pushed their luck too far, however, wouldn't be something that they knew within the span of a mere day.

Behind them lay a path of pure ruin, as a horde of foul creatures followed their path, until Tayelle was forced to take absolutely dramatic measures to prevent further pursuit. Orcs, goblins and dark elves were in heavy pursuit and gaining closer to the unfortunate pair, and there was no way that they could possibly fight off everyone that was in pursuit.

"H-how do w-we keep getting into t-these messes?!" Tayelle cried out desperately, her voice being constantly interrupted by the rapid, heavy pants that escaped her lungs. Her legs were wearing down, and she could tell that Sabrith was actually thinking about trying to cut down every single enemy that was in range, something that would be a death sentence at best.

Tayelle's ears perked up just a little as she heard Sabrith unclasping the massive axe from her back. "Just the duties of the life we lead!" she declared, as she halted her pace and braced her axe in both hands, ready to take on whatever was coming her way.

Thanks to a little quick thinking by Tayelle, Sabrith never got the chance.

The beasts all stopped short in their pursuit, as Tayelle gathered up the magical energies in her body and pulled down a series of loose rocks from the ceiling of the decrepit dungeon they'd wandered into. The walls collapsed in with it, and a thunderous rumble filled the halls of the dungeon as massive slabs of stone fell in upon themselves. Sabrith stood back and watched in wonder as Tayelle completely blocked off the path behind them, crushing a few of the foolish and overly eager goblins in the wake of her impressive abilities.

Dust kicked up and flew into the faces of the catgirls as Tayelle's entire body trembled, and an aura of pink energy exploded out from her body. She'd expended almost all of her mystical energies, but it was in a move that likely kept the pair from meeting with an early grave. She felt down to her knees and panted, unable to catch her breath, even when Sabrith knelt down next to her.

" Tayelle! That...that was incredible...are you okay?" Sabrith asked, as she wrapped a comforting arm around the smaller, pink-haired catgirl that she was lucky to call her wife.

Tayelle couldn't answer right away. She could barely keep her breath rapid enough to stay conscious, but her body was trying to regulate itself. "_Ahhh...ha...yeah..._I'm g-good," she panted out, as sweat beaded down her forehead and left dark, spotty stains across the black and crimson fabrics of her battle dress.

Sabrith didn't expect any further answer than that. She only offered a warm and thankful smile to her lover as she wrapped her arms around Tayelle and lifted her up, putting her strength to good use as she carried the exhausted spell caster away from the thick, dusty air around the rubble. The beasts would never be able to break through the wreckage, but it was a double-edged sword; the girls could never go back the way that they came, and they didn't have nearly the supplies necessary to survive in the mysterious dungeon for more than a couple days.

They'd have to find a way out, and they had no idea what kind of a struggle that would be, as Sabrith carried Tayelle toward the only light that she could see.

The corridor carried on in a straight path, surrounded on both sides by walls that reached up easily 30 feet overhead until they reached the ceiling of the area they'd run into. Whether it was a castle built into the side of a cave, or just a cave with an intricate system of catacombs, Sabrith couldn't be sure yet, but she got the idea that it might be a maze as she came upon the first actual room inside of the cave.

"Wow...sure is a hell of an entrance," Sabrith pointed out, as she carried Tayelle into the surprisingly bright presence of the room. Torches were lit on all sides of the hexagonal shaped room, and on each of the six walls, there was some kind of a closed door, all except for the path that they came from, which wasn't an option anymore. "Someone has to have been here recently to keep the place in this kind of shape," she pointed out, seeing that there was little in the room, other than the doors and torches themselves, but there was no dust on the floor, and the torches were clearly full to the brim with oil. There might not be people living there at the moment, but it certainly wasn't fully deserted.

Tayelle gave Sabrith's chest a gentle tap a moment later. "I...I can stand," she said, and Sabrith cautiously lowered her feet to the ground. Tayelle wobbled just a bit at first, but she was determined to prove her strength, and she stood upright on her own within seconds. "Just put a little bit too much effort into that spell, I guess..."

"Thank goodness that you did. We never would have escaped if you hadn't!" Sabrith admitted, knowing that her stand, while valiant in appearance, would have been completely in vain against so many mighty creatures. "Sure didn't leave us with a lot of options to get out of here, though..."

"Looks to me like we have a lot of options, actually," Tayelle replied, giving Sabrith a playful wink. Her spirits were already returning, despite the fact that she'd drained herself almost entirely of her magical abilities, something that the pair would have to consider as they looked over the different doors. "I've got a feeling that could be a bad thing, though...I can't begin to figure out which of these doors leads us out of here. What if none of them do?"

"Then I guess we'd better get good and comfortable, because we sure aren't going back the way we came," Sabrith reminded her. "We're gonna have to pick a door eventually...whenever you're ready, I guess, we can get moving."

In truth, Tayelle needed a few more moments to gather herself, but the collapse of the rocks wasn't dangerous just because of the lost path; the oxygen in the room would eventually be used up if they didn't find a new area to rest in soon, and she didn't relish the thought of suffocating on dry land. "It looks like there's a couple insignia above these doors, Sabrith...let's take a look at them and make our decision based on them."

Standing in the exact center of the room, Sabrith and Tayelle turned from right to left and looked at the different doors around them. On the far right wall, the symbol over the doors was a carving that looked entirely canine, like a werewolf howling at the rising moon. The mid-right wall had an insignia carved directly overhead, and the design actually carried down onto the door itself; it was the shape of a mermaid on the wall, and her lower half still appeared to be underwater, carved into the thick, solid wood of the door that sat upon. Above the path straight ahead was no insignia or symbol, but actually a mirror, one that was so brilliantly cleaned and polished that it actually haunted Sabrith, making her feel uncomfortable to gaze upon it.

To the mid-left was a seemingly self-explanatory door, one with a couple of different bottles and beakers carved into it that looked like mix of bubbling potions. Finally, on the far left seemed to be nothing more than a closet, as the insignia carved into the rocks looked like a dress, implying that there was nothing more than clothing on the other side of it.

These were merely the paths that the girls would have to take to get started on their adventure, and Sabrith didn't feel any more certain about taking any of them than Tayelle did...but they had to make a decision quickly. Just because they had a day or two to consider their decision didn't mean that they should wait that long, and Sabrith could tell that Tayelle was beginning to panic from a mild bout of claustrophobia.

She stepped forward and picked a door, and Tayelle was quick to follow.

**

None of the paths looked particularly appealing to either of the catgirls, but Sabrith was feeling up to a challenge after she wasn't able to fight anything earlier. She hated the idea of running away from an attacker instead of taking it head on, and the fact that she'd fled didn't sit well with her, even when she could see the mild panic in Tayelle's eyes.

"Let's take the door on the right," Sabrith declared, much to the dismay of Tayelle, who flattened the bright, pink ears upon her head. "I think it's our best chance at getting out of here."

"There are clearly wolves in there," Tayelle suggested, as she pointed to the symbol above the door, "And I've about had my fill of monsters for the day!"

"No way that a cave like this isn't going to be filled with monsters, Tay. We're gonna have to deal with them sooner or later...and besides, if this place is a trap-filled maze, it's not like they'd make the way out the easiest path to clear through. If we get the hard stuff out of the way now, the last few feet will probably be a breeze for us!"

Even if the logic made sense to Tayelle, she didn't relish in the idea of being assaulted by deadly werewolves on the other side of the door. Just the thought of opening it was making her entire body quake with fear, especially knowing that she barely had any magic left to defend herself with, but Sabrith took the honors upon herself and rested a powerful, tight grip upon the handle of the door.

"Relax, Tay. We've been in jams like this so many times that we might as well be professionals...I'm sure we can handle whatever is on the other side of this door."

Despite how heavy and thick the wood of the door was, it swung open quite easily for Sabrith, and she was delightedly surprised to see that more light poured from the room. Someone had clearly been through only days, if not hours before, but that was a bonus for the nervous pair, as lanterns lit the path ahead of them. Sabrith stepped right in, and not wanting to stand alone in the dungeon, Tayelle was quick to follow and stand next to her wife, needing to feel the comfort of her strength nearby.

"I...I guess it's not s-so bad," Tayelle said, mostly trying to convince herself as the door slowly swung closed behind them. They had no map to navigate the caves, and didn't know if this path was actually going to lead them back outside, but they had to give it a try, whether or not they'd actually benefit from the attempt. "It's plenty bright in here, anyway...which is kind of odd, since I thought werewolves only liked the light of the moon."

The sun had been setting when the pair of catgirls were being chased into the cave, and though this room turned out to be the only one that would allow the pair to see the outside lights, that was a curse, rather than the blessing that it seemed to be. "Hey, look at that!" Sabrith exclaimed, as she nudged Tayelle and pointed to the ceiling. Small slits were carved into the ceiling, allowing a bright shimmer of starlight to pour down over the pair and illuminate the path with a cool and soothing glow of silver. "If there's holes carved into that part of the mountain, we must be getting closer to the exit!"

"Forgive me for being a little pessimistic right now, but when we actually see the exit, I might get my hopes up," Tayelle replied, though she couldn't deny the smile that was spreading across her lips at the sight of the outside world. They'd barely been in the cave for an hour, and already, she was craving the great outdoors, fearing that she might never see them again because the rocks that she'd collapsed. "This path is showing some promise, though...even if it's got me a little confused. There hasn't been anyone else here..."

Stones surrounded the pair on all sides; be it the walls, the ceiling, or the very floors they walked upon, there was nothing around them, save for flat, paved stones. That all finally changed as the path under their feet cracked and began breaking apart as they moved, and tufts of vibrant, green grass poked up through the cracks. The further they walked, the more the grass reached up and through, until there was more grass than actual pathway. It seemed that this part of the maze was the most recent part built, or at least, it was the closest to the outside world, and Tayelle found herself grinning confidently as the pair came toward a growing ledge of rocks that were clearly meant to be climbed up. There were plenty of footholds and places to grab, and at the very top of the naturally formed rock ledge, a light was shining through, one that appeared to be in the proper, square shape of a doorway.

"It...it couldn't really be that easy, could it?" Tayelle asked, as she tilted her head and looked up at the formation. It was indeed tall, but no part of it was beyond their ability to climb, and it didn't appear that there were any other obstacles for them to breach. There was only the powerful, shimmering light of the silvery moon passing through the slots in the ceiling and bathing the rocks, illuminating them in such a way that it made them look like a stairway to freedom...something that the pair quickly realized was an illusion of false hope.

"Sure looks to be," Sabrith suggested, though there was already something disturbing her about the rock ledge. Her tail was swaying back and forth curiously, and her ears perked upright as she looked deeper into the gaps of the rocks. There was definitely something hiding there, and because of their distance from the rock formation, the catgirls didn't realize just how massive the gaps actually were. They scarcely looked wide enough for a piece of paper to sneak between...

...But when a pair of werewolves jumped out and through the gaps of the rock ledge, howling up at the moon and growling in delight at a new set of prey to go after, it became clear that the rock ledge was much larger than it looked. The easy way out simply didn't exist for Sabrith and Tayelle, but they did have a couple options in approaching the deadly creatures.

**

"I don't think I have enough strength to deal with this just yet," Tayelle admittedly shamefully, and though her head dipped slightly, Sabrith wasn't going to wait around for her wife to overcome her own doubts.

She was already running back the other way, and she gripped Tayelle firmly by the wrist as she turned. "They're not gonna give us the benefit of the doubt, so we'd better get moving!"

The pair stuck to their decision to run away from the battle, rather than face down their opponents. It seemed the wiser move, as Tayelle still hadn't gathered back enough mystical energy to cast proper offensive spells, and Sabrith was still mildly exhausted from running for so long. In a lot of ways, it felt like the only option, but on two legs, the catgirls were no match for the speed of the massive werewolves, who pounded their paws into the ground on all fours.

There was a thundering THUMP WHUMP on the ground behind the pair as the werewolves rapidly drew closer. Panic and adrenaline gave Sabrith and Tayelle a short burst of speed, but they couldn't overcome physical limitation. Fear the likes of which Tayelle had never known began to set in as one of the werewolves leapt high into the air, his dark, onyx fur glowing with the ethereal grace of the moonlight, and pounced down upon her. His front paws only managed to trip up her legs, but it was more than enough to make her fall down, even with the tight grip that Sabrith kept on her wrist.

Unfortunately, it was more than enough to trip up the crimson catgirl, as well, and she fell down to the ground, scraping her knees and elbows as she slammed into the grass next to Tayelle.

"W-we're done for..." Tayelle whimpered, her lower lip beginning to tremble as the reality of the moment settled in upon her. She felt that she might have enough magic left in the tank for one last spell of desperation, but in her fear, she couldn't quite focus enough to cast it, and for some reason, Sabrith wasn't pulling the massive axe from the strap on her back.

In fact, Sabrith wasn't moving or saying anything at all, as the second werewolf drew closer to her.

"...S...Sabrith?"

Tayelle actually looked away from her attacker and took a concerned glance at her lover, who finally did sit upright for a moment, but her pose was immediately lewd. She rested back on the heels of her palms and spread her legs open, and the short, flowing hem of her skirt did nothing to cover up the thin, cotton panties underneath.

It was a completely inexplicable move to Tayelle, who looked back to face her wolf once again, only to see that it was hovering right over her. It could have killed her at any point in time, but for some reason, as deadly as it's massive, jagged claws and fangs were, they were never used on the timid target. Instead, the claws of the werewolf did little more than pin Tayelle down by means of settling upon her long, ornate dress, while he loomed over her. His eyes were icy, chilling orbs of soft blue that looked like an homage to the moon itself, but evil energy radiated from them in small, flowing wisps, like the noxious gasses that floated away from a witches' cauldron.

The dichotomy of the appearance of the werewolf, and the fact that it was being so gentle with Tayelle kept her distracted just long enough for the effects of the werewolf to wash over her, as well. Arousal struck every nerve in her body like she'd never known before, as if she were experiencing it for the very first time. She could instantly feel a heat building between her legs and dripping away from her womanhood as she inhaled, and given her vast knowledge of the beasts of the land, she knew that it was already too late to resist the feelings that were welling up inside of her.

Each of the werewolves was putting off their own extremely powerful pheromones, ones that could send any female into an almost immediate heat with just a single whiff. Sabrith and Tayelle were lustful creatures to begin with, but even their heightened sexual drives paled in comparison to the rapidly growing desire they felt as the werewolves drew that much closer. Sabrith was already yanking her panties to the side and moaning quietly as she tried to entice her werewolf to come closer, and though Tayelle felt a pinch of jealousy of the massive, evil canine, she was quick to forget what made her feel so envious as her own werewolf slurped over her cheek, coating it in a saliva that only hastened her descent into maddening lust.

"G-good boy..." she whimpered, as she began to act as a mate to the werewolf, all of her own accord. Her hands were already trembling with desire as she brought them up to the neck of her battle dress and began to undo the small hitches that kept it together, as if she were undressing for Sabrith instead. It was a slow and teasing pace that someone with more patience might have appreciated, but the werewolf wasn't such a beast. He hastily swiped his claws against the thick, protective fabric and easily shredded it apart, leaving Tayelle in a state of haphazard undress...but her breasts were exposed, and her legs were quick to open, as she yielded to the unspoken demands of the creature.

Sabrith was already much further along, as she wrapped her legs around the thick neck of her greedy werewolf. He was determined to taste Sabrith and ensure that her sex was ready for him before he took his prize, and he was thrilled with what he found. His tail started wagging up into a blur as his tongue slathered her cunt in a thin, dripping coat of his saliva, mingling quickly with the overflowing arousal that spilled from her folds. Tight, powerful thighs clenched around the neck of the beast as he hungrily slurped at the sweet, earthy taste of the crimson-haired catgirl, keeping him from pulling away too easily and showing off just how amazing it must have felt for her.

"He's good...s-shit, he's so f-fucking good!" Sabrith cried out, as she bucked her hips up into the eager tongue of the werewolf. She was shameless in her need to mate with him, thanks to the demonically powerful pheromones, and what started as a display that made Tayelle jealous was now simply turning her on, as she wiggled about, trying to get the rest of the fabric of her dress out of the way. She'd gone without panties that day, and the moment that her dress was out of place, the werewolf was overwhelmed with the sweaty, moist scent of her womanhood, drawing him in for something much more intimate than a simple taste.

The beast knew that Tayelle was ready without so much as a touch. Her breasts heaved as she panted for him, her cheeks were painted an adorable, sensual shade of dark pink, and her labia were swollen to the point of pouting at the werewolf for taking too long to fill her body. Excess, natural lubrication was already spilling over and glistening along her thighs in the pale light of the moon, adding yet another layer of allure to the lustful catgirl, one that the werewolf couldn't possibly ignore as he leaned in close and nudged Tayelle. Her body was a bit too low to the ground, thanks to how much larger her was, but canine instincts were starting to take the place of her usual, feline ones, and she was quick to roll over onto her hands and knees, knowing exactly what her lover needed. Her tail stuck upright and out of the way, taking a couple thin, gleaming strands of juice with it, as the massive, horny beast wrapped his thick paws around her tummy and yanked her back to his body.

In a mere moment, Tayelle was impaled on his thick, pulsing cock, all the way from the tapered, canine tip to the widening, girthy base. Had she been even a bit less aroused, she felt that she might have been split in half, but thanks to the chemically induced heat, she was just barely able to take the whole of the creature, even as her innards stretched around it just slightly. Her smaller form was barely able to keep the weight of the werewolf from crushing her into the ground, but she was driven mad with lust, willing to do whatever it took to keep the creature pounding her haunches.

" YES! H-holy fuck, yes..." Tayelle cried out, as tiny bits of drool spilled from her lips as they flew wide open in praise of the evil beast. "P-pound me, you f-fucking monster! Fill me...m-more, more!"

The cries of delight were so great that even Sabrith had only scarcely heard more passionate screams before, but she wasn't one to be outdone, and neither was her werewolf, who almost seemed to see his fellow beast as competition. Sabrith's thighs came unhooked as the creature pulled away, his muzzle completely stained with the juices of her sex. He licked them as clean as he could with his long, drooling tongue and leaned over Sabrith, who pushed her hips up into the air, using a pose that would be tough to maintain, but so very satisfying to do as her ass hovered just inches from the ground. All told, she was just high enough to reach the tip of the beast as it drooled a small stream of precum over her thighs, nearly painting her with the clear, thin mess, and creating a trail all the way into her snatch, where it began to pool upon her outer lips. The build up of fluid was squelched away in a slick, messy thrust as the beast came down upon her, spreading her folds wide open with the tip of his cock and finally, in a moment that brought Sabrith to pure ecstasy, he pushed his hips forth and slammed his member in, until she was nearly hanging on the sheer size of it.

Her inner walls clenched as tightly as they could around the impressive rod, but they were no match for just how much girth the beast carried. "D-damn...I...I can't even squeeze it! Amazing...f-fucking amazing! Yes! Nnnnf!" she grunted, clenching with all of the effort that she could muster, but it was to no avail. Her womanhood was filled to a point that she'd never known before, and she was helpless to do little more than act as a receptacle for the werewolf as it dropped it's paws on her shoulders, pinning her into place and making sure that her body wouldn't move too much, so that he could get the greatest sensation of her sex trying to contain his flesh.

Though the pleasure they felt was nearly transcendent, the catgirls didn't know that there was one last side effect of the pheromones, which had permeated every portion of their being. Neither one of them quite noticed it at first, either, as Tayelle's ears became more and more sensitive to the arousing sound of Sabrith's moans of lustful need. She couldn't have guessed that they were getting a bit thicker and fluffier, as well, but sure enough, the pink fur that covered them was growing out wildly, as her senses changed to become a bit more canine. She first noticed the sensations when she flipped around onto her hands and knees, but it was carrying on still, as her tail, once long and thin, shortened up just slightly and began tufting out, growing thicker and thicker with a fur that was more like a wolf than anything.

The transformation was already much further along for Sabrith, but she hadn't noticed a single thing as she drowned in the falls of her own elation. She couldn't have guessed that her tail was already short, fluffy and wagging until she felt the gentle breeze of the motion against her rump, adding a pleasant, delicate tickle to what was otherwise overwhelming pleasure. Her moans were only cut short when she noticed that her teeth weren't quite sitting right, and thick, long fangs were starting to grow out from the front of her lips as the werewolf not only pounded his canine manhood into her, but his very canine being.

Were she in her right of mind, it may have caused a panic in Sabrith, but instead, she smiled gleefully at the thought of becoming a more proper mate for the beast and embraced the sensations, now that she was aware of them. Her breasts, full as they already were, felt like they were swelling to an even greater size for some reason as the werewolf atop of her pounded into her body relentlessly, nearly toppling her over, if not for his paws keeping her back properly aligned. Mild of a change as it seemed to be, even her womanhood was joining in the fun, as her labia shifted just slightly to a more triangular shape than an ovular one, so that the werewolf might feel a bit more comfortable inside of her.

Judging by the knot that pounded relentlessly against her folds, begging to be allowed inside of her, he was very comfortable.

"G-gonna cum..." Tayelle whimpered first, however, as she simply couldn't take anymore of the werewolf without reaching a climax. That wasn't going to stop his pace, of course, but she couldn't keep from groaning the words as she pushed her hips back weakly into the werewolf, trying to encourage it to pour its load inside of her body as the same gave further and further into the transformation. Long, curved fangs sat out past her lips as her ears turned and twitched to every sensation in the room, and her tail, soft and fluffy, tried to curl around the simply dominating lover above her. "I...n-need to cum...fuck... fuck! F-fill me, damn it! Cum in me!"

Her demands might have been lost on the werewolf, at least, in language, but her needy whimpers were something that he could easily recognize. Her sex was barely able to contain his flesh to start, but it completely gave out as she felt the massive, bulbous knot of the creature pounding against her dripping labia. They were already strained to what seemed to be their limit around the shaft of the werewolf, but he gripped her tummy that much tighter and held her body still, grunting with an inhuman pleasure as Tayelle's form did everything it could to accommodate him. With a loud, thick SCHLOP, the wide lump of flesh just managed to slip past her body, leaving a small bulge in the cavity of her womanhood as the canine flipped his leg around her body and howled to the moon above, while his sack contracted and pulsed, forcing burst after burst of thick, forbidden seed into her sex. Her womb was flooded in mere seconds with canine cum, until the seal made by the knot, tight as it was, began to leak just slightly with the overflowing, creamy mess, coating Tayelle's thighs in the same.

Whether or not her mind was under the influence of pheromones, Sabrith had a perfect view of the show right next to her, and could easily appreciate just how erotic it was. Perhaps even more arousing was the similar sound of a loud, full SPOP as her own werewolf finally managed to stuff the whole of his knot into her body, a sensation that she couldn't possibly resist. Her orgasm crashed down upon her like a falling sky and kept her pinned in ecstasy with all of the same force as the mighty werewolf above her, and each erratic, random flutter of her inner walls against his throbbing flesh was made that much more pleasurable by the hot, sticky presence of his cum spilling into her.

" FUCK! T-Tay, you w-weren't kidding...t-that's good...that's heavenly! Ooooh, more...m-more, please! Drown me in your cum!" she begged of the beast, who would have complied, whether or not he understood the request. His hips were still driving Sabrith into the ground and pummeling her body even as his knot held firm inside of her, and finally, when her womb was so filled that Sabrith could nearly see the small bump of it inside of her tummy, the creature turned around, finishing a proper canine tie and keeping her pinned with his hind legs, instead. Much to her delight, Sabrith watched the overflowing essence spill down over her tummy and into the cleavage of her breasts, until it was flowing enough that some drizzled down over her neck and chin. She could tilt her head just enough to lap up some of the tasty seed with her new, longer canine tongue, finding it to be every bit as sweet as the nectar of a ripe fruit.

What she didn't know was that she was going to be ripe soon, herself, and that she might never be leaving the dungeon, after all.

**

Sabrith and Tayelle weren't sure just how long they'd been trapped in the dungeon any longer, having lost count of the days long since, but they no longer cared, either.

They knew it had been a few months, judging by the litter of werewolf pups that was running around the corridor of the dungeon that they now called home. Most days, the werewolves sat atop of the rock ledge, looking down over their pups and ensuring that no harm or danger came to them, while the little of tiny werewolves suckled fresh, delicious milk from their mother's teats and grew larger and larger with the mystical nourishment.

Today, however, the beasts were feeling up to something a little different.

The pair of catgirls, now turned to wolfgirls, were on all fours and doing all that they could to bear the weight of their mates as the werewolves pounded into them harshly, ready to impregnate them for another litter, while the pups of the first fought over the life-giving milk of their mothers. Their breasts were suckled and licked by a myriad of different, slippery tongues, a twisted and forbidden pleasure that they fully embraced as the werewolves above them prepared to sow the seeds of yet another generation.

The desire to leave was long gone, for Sabrith and Tayelle...they were den mothers, now, with hungry pups to feed, and even hungrier males to pleasure. Whether the litter would have their way with their mothers when they were fully grown or not...only time would tell.