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The call of the blood is what binds us together. You begin to taste the prey in the air, feel the twin moons as they move across the sky like hands running over your back as you chase down your next kill. They guide us, lead us to glory. Taking the form of the beast is an experience like no other. Casting aside your human body, you embrace the sensation of the lunar glow against your skin, thick fur sprouting wherever the light touches, drawing the wolf from within you. Most flee in terror from the sight of me morphing into this bestial form, but I only laugh as my legs extend into relentless chasers, salivating at the thought of my quarry with its back turned and mind clouded by fear. Being the huntress of the Companions gave me ample opportunity to embrace my canine form, but even in the wilderness I would still find myself becoming the hunted, stalked by packs of foolhardy adventurers or fanatic members of the Silver Hand. For that reason, I learned to always take a partner with me. One I could trust to watch my back as we descended into the night relishing in the thrill of the hunt. Skjor was my most treasured shield-brother, and with him I had formed a bond which would break through the boundaries of death, as I knew he would join me in the eternal hunt on Lord Hircine's grounds. He was an older man, wizened by the battlefield, yet I found a great ally in him. I would fight by his side until my own death.

The newblood was an interesting one. The "Dragonborn" was what they were calling him around town. Whether that was true or not I had yet to see for myself, but it certainly added a flair of mystery to him. The way his arrow flew through the air and struck down the giant a few months before was nothing short of perfection. It was only a simple iron arrow, but he found a way to strike right between the giant's eyes even in the flow of combat. He claimed it to be a fluke, but I had my doubts about him. He strode into the Jorrvaskr with his shoulders high, horned helmet tucked under his arm to display his long, deep brown locks. Much like my own, in fact, but on him they held an eye-catching quality as they drifted over his muscular back. Skjor could never compare to the newblood's fresh style. But despite my poorly contained attraction to him, I still couldn't turn my back on Skjor. We were partners, blood-bound and doom-driven, exciting new thrills in our days with each successful hunt. A sabretooth on Morndas, a troll den on Tirdas, each stalked down and brutalised by our finely-honed gifts of Hircine. But slowly, with each passing day I found myself increasingly impressed by the newblood's abilities. In no time at all, he had singlehandedly cleared out a gang of bandits, eliminated an invasive bear down in Solitude, and finally proved his worth as a member of the Circle by retrieving a fragment of Wuuthrad after fighting through hordes of undead, or so the story goes. Of course, there is no warrior more deserving of a place among the Companion's highest-ranking members than he, but the pathetic little "ceremony" outside the Jorrvaskr was hardly befitting a man like him. No, Skjor and I both agreed that he should share in the beast blood with us and learn what it truly means to be a Companion.

Knowing that old Kodlak would never approve of us, Skjor reached out to him in secret, whispering promises of a true welcome into the Circle. In the Underforge was where we agreed to meet, and there we waited for nightfall. I sat on my haunches by the wall, my clothes cast aside to allow me to unleash my bestial form. It was something I rarely did, to relax as a werewolf. It was a difficult task. My claws twitched against the stone, my breathing slow and heavy in an attempt to control my instinct. My body leaned towards the corridor leading down to the secret exit, my powerful hind legs itching to leap away and scrabble to freedom. Skjor noticed my restlessness from his position standing over the alter. He turned his attention to me, moving his focus up and down my dark-brown furred body. My paws tapping as I sat, my tail flopping against the floor behind me. His eyes drifted to my muscular chest, where my large breasts emerged. They were a mix between human and wolf, two furry lumps atop my pecs, tipped with pink nipples. I had grown accustomed to being nude around him as a werewolf, but still his gaze felt invasive. I shifted around, snorting to express my discomfort. Skjor acknowledged this with an embarrassed cough, turning back to face the Underforge door.

I looked upon him in return. He rested his hands against the carved stone bowl, soon to be a receptacle for my own blood. My fidgeting stopped as I took in the sight of his body. Even under his wolf-adorned armour, I knew he was a man of muscle. His fingers gripped the lip of the alter tightly, his steely gaze transfixed on the entrance. I licked my lips, my tail flopping more frantically against the floor. My stomach growled and my eyes widened. I could devour him. There would be so much meat on a body like that, and his shaved head meant none of the hair would get stuck in my throat. Ruled by my hunger, I rose to my feet. My breathing grew quick, nearing a pant as I strode towards him. Skjor turned to stare up at me. I stopped just inches from his face, breathing hot air from my snout at him. My eyes narrowed, my lips curling back to expose my razor-sharp teeth. I began a growl as I stood before him, provoking a cry from my prey. It reached back to grip its weapon, another hand outstretched to hold me at bay. I shot my paw out to clutch its arm, snarling as it froze on the spot, glaring back at me but unable to make any decisive action. I could taste the fear in the air, the pressure of the twin moons massaging my shoulders, urging me onwards.

"Oi! What's going on here?" A call echoed through the small cave. My ears perked up, and I turned to see the newblood, standing at the ready with a blade in his hand. He was equipped with his helmet, but between the metal plates I could see the chiselled features of his face, the determined expression in his piercing green eyes. I could smell him even over Skjor's mouth-watering aroma, and while it was nothing compared to a fellow werewolf, he still had a pleasant quality to his scent. It was enough to bring the human nature back into my mind. I released my grip on Skjor, slinking back to the wall I sat against before.

"Newblood!" Skjor gasped, quickly pulling his hand away from his own blade. "I'm glad you came. It's been a long time since we had a heart like yours among our numbers.

"I trust I'm not interrupting something?" The newblood sheathed his sword, stepping forward into the light of the surrounding candles.

"No, you're just in time." Skjor walked up to meet him, putting a hand around his shoulders and guiding him to the altar. "That pitiful ceremony behind the wall does not befit warriors like us. You are due more honour than some calls and feasting."

"I should hope so." The newblood laughed. "But what's this beast you've brought in here?" He spoke with a hint of venom, aiming a finger down at me.

"I would hope you recognize Aela, even in this form." Skjor's voice rose in my defense. "She's agreed to be your forebear."

"My forebear? Excuse me?" The newblood pulled Skjor's arm away from him and stepped back. "Why all the secrecy? Spit it out, brother!"

"We do this in secret because Kodlak is too busy trying to throw away this great gift we've been granted." Skjor moved around the alter to me, raising a hand to brush it against my right arm. My claws scratched at the air as he stroked my fur. I held my breath to keep from attacking again. Skjor turned back to the bemused newblood. "He thinks we've been cursed. But we've been blessed. How can something that gives this kind of prowess be a curse?" He looked up at me and patted my bicep, drawing a twitch from my muscles. I jerked back before he could provoke me any further. Skjor lowered his gaze, walking back around the alter to the newblood. "So we take matters into our own hands." He said as he gripped the newblood's shoulders. "To reach the heights of the Companions, you must join with us in the shared blood of the wolf."

The newblood's eyes drifted back to me, widening them with the newfound knowledge as he took in my body. He looked to my legs, seeing the ligaments shift and move under my skin like a bedspring ready to launch. He looked to my thighs, the great big lumps of muscle covered with brown fur, which darkened as it amassed over my groin. He looked to my claws, deadly scythes which cut through the air as easily as they cut through flesh. He looked to my chest, topped with full breasts which heaved with the effort of holding back my bloodlust. He stared up at my head, a canine glare looking down at him with narrow, golden eyes.

Skjor watched him, his expression stern, but a hint of a smile glimmering in his eyes. "Are you prepared to join your spirit with the beast world, friend?"

The newblood turned back to him, his eyes still wild from the sight of me. "Yes." He mumbled, but nodded and spoke again. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Very well." Skjor released his shoulders, turning his attention back to me. He moved around the alter to my right as I approached it, clenching my paws into fists as I kept my eyes firmly on the newblood. Deep in the back of my mind, I was jealous of him. To experience my first transformation again would be a glorious blessing. Even now, standing before the soon-to-be werewolf in my own bestial form, it felt nothing like the visceral thrill of raw fury he was about to experience.

I felt Skjor's puny human hand on my forearm, pushing it up over the bowl. The newblood watched as he drew the dagger from his pocket. If it were any other person, I would have torn them limb from limb in a heartbeat. But the feeling of Skjor holding my arm brought enough comfort to calm my rage, my paws clenching in preparation for the coming slice of the dagger over my wrist. It was the first time it had been done to me; usually it was Skjor who agreed to be the new member's forebear. However, this time I found myself taking a liking to this particular shield-sibling. I considered it an honour to have my blood infused with his, imbuing him with the power of the wolf.

In a swift motion, the slivered dagger slashed my wrist, causing me to grimace with the sting of that accursed metal. My blood flowed quickly from the wound, Skjor angling my arm so that it streamed down my fingers dripped into the stone bowl. Even here in the Underforge, I could feel an aspect of the Moons emanating from the growing pool. The red liquid glistened with a lunar flair, and I could hear the movement of the moons coming from deep within the altar. The newblood watched in awe as the blood drained from me, removing his helmet to hold it under his arm. I closed my eyes and looked away, the sting of the dagger still throbbing through my wound. But despite the pain, it was all worth it to welcome a promising new member into the beast blood.

My blood clotted under the power of the moons, stemming the flow just as the bowl had filled halfway to its brim. Skjor released his grip from my arm, letting it drop to my side. I turned to him as he patted my back, smiling up at my quietly whimpering face. He rubbed his hand down my body and over my tail, pulling away just as he brushed against my rump. I jerked forward from his touch, but felt a pleased rumble rising in my throat.

Skjor flicked the blood from his dagger, sheathing it before resting his hands against the lip of the bowl. "Go on then." He waved to the newblood. "Drink up, we haven't got all night."

The newblood smirked at each of us, stepping up to the bowl and staring into it. He gazed at his reflection in the glistening liquid for a while, no doubt considering his options. He took a deep breath, cupping his hands and lowering them into the pool. Still with his eyes on my blood, he raised his dripping fingers to his lips and poured the warm liquid into his mouth.

The newblood gasped and gripped the bowl. He opened his mouth to pant, his red-smeared tongue lolling beyond his teeth. Skjor and I stayed silent as we watched the display, marvelling at how the process took place inside him. The newblood gritted his teeth, muffling a scream as his bones began to crack. They sounded like a tree falling in his arms and legs. He let go of the alter and stumbled backwards, bumping into the wall behind him. He kicked his helmet back towards the entrance and sat up against the cave wall, his hands braced around his knees. His brown hair darkened and drew back tighter into his skull. He rose along the wall as his legs elongated in his boots. The newblood fell to the floor, scrabbling to remove his shoes as the pressure built inside them. He threw them off just in time for his claws to burst through, his foot squeezing in on itself into a paw.

Black fur began to sprout from the newblood's follicles. All over his body his hair grew, forming the dark coat of a werewolf. He scrambled to his feet as his body grew larger, raising him closer to the ceiling. The buckles and straps of his studded armour were straining against the force pushing them apart, struggling to contain the mass growing within them. The newblood fumbled with the fasteners, but gave up as his claws grew into great scythes. He tore his clothes apart, leaving him exposed before us, marvelling at his stature.

The newblood patted himself frantically, twisting and writhing in the pain of transformation, feeling his body as it changed into a more glorious bestial form. The musk of the wolf began to waft through the air, catching my nose as he howled in terror at the ceiling. My eyes widened as I sniffed as his scent. It was something more primal than I had ever smelled before, more raw and natural. It had a fresh aroma, and it drove my heart thumping as I breathed it in.

The newly formed werewolf's howl came to a sudden halt as he crumpled to the floor. Skjor and I leaned forward over the alter to see the newblood collapsed on the stone-cold ground, his chest furred rising and falling with raspy breaths. They only served to blow more musk into the air, driving the strange feelings inside me to new heights. He was now a fully transformed werewolf, lying on the ground in front of me, exhausted with the effort. His were clothes strewn across the cave in pieces, leaving him exposed in his natural beauty. Canine curiosity fired off in my head, my heart pumping hard as I moved around the alter to him.

"Watch yourself, Aela. He could lash out at any moment." Skjor advised sternly, reaching out to my arm, but missing as pulled it back from him. I turned and growled, leading him to glare back at me. "What's gotten into you, sister? Have you gone feral?"

I turned away, focusing my attention on the crumpled body under me. I took deep breaths of the air around him, relishing in its fresh scent. It was the smell of a young werewolf, one filled with energy and bloodlust. Yet also, a certain hint of friskiness. Another kind of energy, one which I had never smelled in Skjor or any of the other Companions. They were all too experienced in controlling their animal instinct. But this one was new to the blood. I sensed that he could give me something none of these other old dogs would dare to.

I dropped to all fours and began sniffing around his body. Right paw caked in my own blood, I lay it against the side of his chest, feeling the fresh, smooth fur covering his body. It flowed between my claws like sand, unlike my own, which was matted and scraggly. I shuffled my way down his body, taking in his powerful scent as I moved along it. He was almost like a newborn baby, the smell of my own blood wafting from his skin. I made my way down to his legs, lifting his bushy tail to expose his most powerful pheromones. The moment it touched my nose, my eyes widened. My ears perked up and my heart began to pound. It was an overpowering scent of fresh bestial lust, one which lit a flame in my mind and burned away any shred left of my human nature.

"Get your nose out of his ass!" Skjor shouted at me, reaching out to grab my left arm and pull my away from the newblood. "Control yourself, sister!"

I snatched my arm away from him, snapping my head in his direction and subjecting him to a growl through my gritted teeth. Lifting my other paw from the werewolf's tail, I began to rise and expose my deadly claws. Skjor laid a hand on the hilt of his sword, but was stopped when another sound filled the air. My ears twisted towards it, and I turned to see the newblood growling with his eyes only just opening. They were a bright shade of green which pierced through the darkness and the candlelight. He lifted himself from the floor, the smell of the beast wafting through the air around him. I ceased my own growling, seeing the alpha male had taken control of the situation. His deep rumble shook the cave walls, and in turn rattled the plates of Skjor's wolfen armour.

I dropped my arms, lowering myself to all fours and moving over to rub up against the newblood. Here at his thighs, I had ample access to the werewolf's most potent aroma. With him still growling at the stunned Skjor, I ducked under the newblood's tail and twisted my head around his hips to press my nose into his genitals. The aroma of unrestrained lust was unmistakable here, as I wrapped a questing tongue around his dangling balls. They tasted of not much but fresh skin, his fur clinging tight to it even as my tongue dragged alone the furry sacs.

"Hircine preserve us..." Skjor muttered as the newblood's head lowered to lick between my ears and over my cheeks. He turned to face me directly, towering over me with his hand laid on the sides of my neck and his tongue dragging across my head. Satisfied with how I had prepared his equipment, I scrabbled between his legs, emerging from the other side and stopping on all fours. I presented my rear and laid my head against the ground, looking up at the beast behind me.

The newblood turned, his green eyes narrowed as he stared down at me. A rumble in his throat, he gripped my sides and moved his paws up my body, brushing over my matted fur until he wrapped his fingers around my breasts, cupping them tightly. All thought was pushed from my mind. I closed my eyes and lay against the chilling stone floor, focusing on the sensation of the warm body drawing nearer to me. I swished my tail to the side, allowing the bone of the werewolf's penis to poke against my exposed flesh. He flopped against me and immediately began a wild thrusting, his head resting on top of mine, rumbling my body with pleasured canine moans and pants.

"Get off her, you mangy mutt!" Came a cry from Skjor as he shoved the newblood off me and into the wall. I jerked my head up to see him unsheathe his sword and aim it at the black werewolf's neck. "You are not sodomizing a fellow shield-sibling, especially not under the gaze of Hircine or myself!" He drew back his sword and slashed the newblood's arm, causing the werewolf to recoil in pain as blood splattered across his fur. "Control yourself! Both of you!" He pointed his sword at me below him for a moment, but turned back to poke it at the newblood's testicles. "I shall neuter you myself, if I must!"

The newblood stopped whimpering and clutching his arm, instead rising above Skjor and giving him a hard stare. His lips peeled back to expose his deadly sharp teeth, threatening the hardened warrior with a growl.

I turned over and lifted myself up to my haunches. The two men in my life were glaring at each other, each brimming with animalistic ferocity. My eyes widened and my ears perked up, ready to watch the display before me.

Drawing his snarling face ever nearer to Skjor, the newblood finally lashed out with his left paw, sending him stumbling for a moment. Before Skjor could recover, he lashed out with his other paw, but this time the warrior held still, parrying with his shoulder. Without his helmet, Skjor had left his most vulnerable flesh exposed, but it only served to strengthen his resolve and reveal to me his hardened expression. He slashed upwards with his sword, but the newblood jerked back to dodge it, returning the attack by shoving Skjor away and sending him sprawling across the ground. With the beast raging inside him, the newblood pressed forward, towering over Skjor as he struggled to catch his breath. The newblood began beating against his armour, each swipe of his claws clanging against the Skyforged metal, growing ever closer to tearing him apart. He panted with the effort, blind fury overtaking him as he attempted to finish off his kill.

In a moment of clarity, the gravity of the situation flashed in my mind. He was about to brutalise my hunting partner, one of the most trusted members of the Circle, even though he was only a whelp. It was suitably impressive, but nonetheless terrible. I barked out to him from over the alter, urging him to stop. He slammed his massive paws down on Skjor's arms, pinning him to the ground as he panted over him, dripping hot drool over his face. Seeing he was defeated, Skjor made no attempt to resist, staring up at him with a furious but exhausted expression.

The newblood finally released him, rising above to glare down at Skjor's bleeding face. I stood up and moved around the altar to meet him, nuzzling my head against his. I rested my head over his shoulder and grumbled softly into his fur, which he returned by laying his head over mine and lifting a paw to cup my right breast, running his fingers through my fur. We cuddled in canine affection, no doubt to the disgust of Skjor below us, subjected to the most revealing angle of our genitals.

I slipped away, turning and dropping to all fours on the floor. I lifted my rear and lowered my head, moving my tail aside to present myself to the newblood. He licked his lips, involuntarily thrusting as he gripped my sides, sliding his hands down to cup my canine breasts again as he pressed his warm, furry body closer to me.

The bone of his penis poked against my rear. It missed repeatedly in the wild pumps of his hips, but eventually found its way to my vagina, where it finally penetrated. The newblood kept himself steady, pressing himself further against my body to keep his penis thrusting inside me. I closed my eyes and gave a canine smile, relishing in his comforting warmth. He lowered his head, resting his chest against my back as his hot flesh began to emerge inside me. He panted with excitement, my heart pounding with anticipation. The smell of lust filled the air around us. I took in a deep whiff of it as his rod pushed further and further into my vagina, the sensation of it driving my pleasure. I could feel his knot pressing against my entrance from inside his sheath. I braced myself, ready for a powerful orgasm when he pushes it in.

A silver blur darted through the air, crashing into my mate and sending him tumbling to the ground. I gasped and jolted my head up, my entrance throbbing with the sudden departure. The newblood lay on his back near the wall, his angry red length exposed to the air and pulsating amongst his black fur. His attacker slid to a stop behind him, a snarling grey werewolf with cuts all across his face and arms. It was Skjor, who must have been transforming beneath us while we were distracted by our mating. Before my mate could recover, Skjor barked and charged at him, batting his paws against his body. He didn't use his claws, instead keeping himself under control and attempting to restrain my mate.

Not wanting to lose my arousal, I sat up on my haunches and lifted a leg to the air, hunching over to lick my entrance with fervour. It was wet, and tasted just as it smelled, a powerful aroma of relentless lust. The scent of my mate was in there, too. A whiff of his musky flesh and precum which lined the walls of my passage.

I lifted my gaze to see the two werewolves duking it out in front of me, the newblood tearing into Skjor, while he resisted using claws and teeth against him. The scent of his own blood filled the air, driving Skjor to a rising bloodlust. He barked at the newblood, lashing out with his claws and tearing gashes into his chest. The newblood was sent reeling from the attack. He attempted to retaliate by charging back towards his attacker, but was forced to the ground with harsh slashes down his shoulders. My mate's penis still exposed and pointing up into the air, Skjor moved over the top of him, pressing a paw against his chest and growling into his face. The newblood whimpered at the touch against his open wounds, recoiling from Skjor's bared teeth. He released him, rising above the defeated animal and turning his attention to me.

I stayed still on my haunches. While his display of power was most impressive, there was no chance I was letting an old grey wolf like him mate with me, not when there was a much livelier one battered on the floor below him. I could see the desire in his narrowed sky-blue eyes as he approached me. I glared up at him, waiting until he drew near enough before snapping at his muzzle, biting it with a high growl. He pulled up to escape my teeth, but couldn't rise enough. I held firm as he gripped my shoulders. He tugged at me, overpowering me with his raw strength and turning me over to all fours again. I held my tail tight against my body, but he just pushed it aside with his nose and sniffed at my rear, breathing deeply the aroma of a she-werewolf in heat. The scent took over his body, sending his hips into a thrusting motion even as he was taking in my scent. He rose up to mount me, and I pulled away for a moment to escape, but was stopped when his claws dug into my sides. He rubbed them along my body and past my breasts, gripping my shoulders to lock me in place. I tried struggling, but it was no use. I growled as he pressed his hips against me, slamming them against me rear repeatedly. I kept my tail over my vagina, holding it there tightly. Skjor thrust more violently against me, but to no avail.

The newblood rose shakily to his feet from across the cave. He snarled as he braced his legs, building up the strength to pounce on my unwelcome mate.

Pulling me against him and thrusting furiously, Skjor was thrown off me by the newblood's attack. I gasped when Skjor's claws dragged across my skin as he was torn away, quickly scrambling to escape the two wrestling beasts. I stood at the ready, snorting with anticipation for whoever may come for me. I watched as they tumbled along the ground, grabbing each other's arms and tearing into each other's flesh. They bit, they scratched, they rolled across the ground. A small red tip had emerged from Skjor's sheath, which was dwarfed by the newblood's pulsating canine length as they fought, his bulbous knot visible inside his furry black sheath.

Skjor rolled to his feet and grabbed the newblood by the biceps. He lifted the struggling werewolf to the air and slammed him against the cave wall. Skjor was physically larger than the newblood, his muscles honed by years of hunting by my side. However, the newblood's body carried a certain leanness which attracted my attention more than the burly silver beast pressing him into the stone. He was lither, more agile. He kicked Skjor's chin, sending him stumbling backwards and dropping the black werewolf to his feet. The newblood charged at him, grabbing hold of his shoulders and smashing him against the altar. Skjor let out a yelp, the wind knocked out of him. The newblood threw him to the ground, lifting a foot to press down on the panting werewolf's chest.

He stood above him for a moment, his pulsating rod serving as a reminder to Skjor of the consequence to losing this fight. The newblood snarled, unleashing one final slash against Skjor's face, which smacked his head to the side against the cold stone. Seeing my mate achieving victory, I dropped to all fours and bounded over to him, taking in a whiff of his rear and rubbing against his thigh. He kept a hard glare on the grey werewolf below him as I turned around, presenting myself to the newblood for what I hoped to be the final time. Pressing into Skjor's carved-up chest for a moment, he released his foot and spun around to me.

Already fully aroused, the newblood wasted no time in mounting me. He cupped his hands around my breasts, rested his body against my back and drove his penis straight into my vagina. A low grumble rose in my throat, my vagina squeezing around has blood-speckled rod. He continued to thrust into me, rocking my body as he regained the strength to push his knot out from his sheath. The pain of fighting had lessened his libido slightly, but it wasn't enough to hold him back from mating with me.

However, Skjor didn't stay still on the floor for long. With a pathetic whimper, I felt his hand touch my back as he tried desperately to push my mate out of the way. He was shoved aside, and the two of us angled ourselves away from him. With arousal ruling his bestial mind, Skjor continued his feeble attempts, lifting himself up to thrust weakly into my side. My mate batted him off with a grunt, not letting his attempts distract him from his goal.

I felt his knot thumping against my entrance, still housed in his sheath. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and pressing myself against his force. With a squelch, my mate's knot finally emerged from him and penetrated my vagina. The fresh scent of sexual desire drifted past my nostrils, driving me to the brink of orgasm. My vaginal walls tightened in an embrace around his hard rod, feeling the pressure of his bulbous organ expanding inside me. His thrusting slowed, my heart pounding in my chest as silence fell in the Undeforge, allowing me to focus on the coming release.

His penis pushed one last time inside me before locking in place deep in my passage. Semen erupted from the tip as my mate's fingers clenched around my breasts, a whimper of pleasure rising in his throat. The jets of cum soaked my insides, drenching it in hot, bestial lust. I shuddered with the feeling of warmth shooting out from his penis and filling my uterus, my vagina clenching around him in orgasm. I whined with the earth-shattering pleasure, squeezing my mate for as much cum as he could fill me with.

We were tied together, panting as my mate throbbed inside me with a continuous orgasm. It felt so lovely and warm to have his seed inside my uterus, and I laid my head against the floor, breathing slowly in a restful state. He still humped against my rear, his tail swishing through the air behind him as more and more cum pumped from his balls to flood my uterus. I heard shuffling against the stones, and opened my eyes to see Skjor attempting to mount me again. He pressed his furry paws on either side of my mate's right hand as it squeezed my breast, lifting himself up to hump the air beside me.

My mate let out a weak growl, batting Skjor away. It was so pitiful, seeing the warrior I had come to love so much reduced to this, desperately trying to find some relief from his pent-up arousal. A pang of guilt pierced my heart, and I craned my neck to see the new werewolf who had mated with me. I had only known him for a few months, yet already I had given in and found myself tied to him, feeling his seed sloshing around inside me. His eyes were held tightly shut, his teeth bared in a grimace of orgasm. I took in a deep breath and sighed, turning to see Skjor coming up closer to my head. He laid his hands on my upper back, past the newblood's own, and started to thrust above me like a sex-starved dog, in desperate need of release. I looked away from the red tip humping the air above my face, an idea forming in my mind.

I lifted myself up on my front paws, Skjor sliding off my back. To the newblood's dismay, I leveraged my body to turn myself over, forcing him to turn with me and flop face-down on the ground, his hips still locked to mine as his testicles continuously pumped his canine semen inside me. He growled into the floor, but was too enamoured with pleasure to fight against me. Seizing his opportunity, Skjor came back with his head held high, his back arched and hips jerking forward. Lying on my back with the newblood tied to my vagina, I took care to guide Skjor over to my head, using my paw to nudge him until he stood above me on all fours, his grey-furred balls swinging as they uncontrollably humped over my face.

I licked my lips, excitement building for what I was about to let him do to me. I wasn't one to leave a man unsatisfied, and a man as important to me as Skjor was no exception, even in his bestial form. Drool flicked from my tongue as I drew my face up to meet his penis. I opened my mouth wide, aiming the red tip inside. I braced myself with my arms wrapped around his body as he pumped his hips against my muzzle. I took great care to shield his sensitive genitals from my razor-sharp teeth, feeling his balls slap against my nose with each thrust. He nearly fell on top of me, but steadied himself with his forelimbs firmly on the floor, his legs spread apart, and tail raised for balance. Already, the hot tip of his penis rose to fill my mouth, moving past the teeth to the back of my throat, where my tongue rubbed up against it. The tip of my tongue wrapped around his throbbing canine flesh, drawing excited huffs from above as it dragged along him. I closed my eyes, the sweet musk of a pent-up werewolf filling my nostrils. I felt on the brink of another orgasm, even as the newblood was tied inside me and spreading his warmth through my body.

A new furry lump slapped against the end of my muzzle. It was Skjor's knot, waiting to emerge at the end of his sheath. I yawned my mouth open, pressing my lower jaw into his body, ready to accept the mass he was about to penetrate me with. I hugged tight to his body as he arched his back, bringing his head down to my chest. Still thrusting into my face, Skjor licked my breasts with the warm, wet tongue of his, dragging it across my nipples and sending shockwaves through my body. He was holding back, keeping his knot out of me while he awaited my own orgasm. His rod slid in and out of my mouth, the newblood's throbbing penis filling me from the other end, and Skjor's tongue dragging wetly across my nipples. My heart pounded, my eyes widening to see the grey werewolf's balls swinging in front of my face. Unable to resist any longer, my body shuddered in a second, mind-clouding orgasm. My toes curled, my fingers clung tight to Skjor's fur. My vagina tugged against the knot inside me, drawing a whimper from the newblood. I pressed my face into Skjor's groin, nearly touching his balls with my teeth as his knot finally popped out. It fell into my mouth and was greeted frantically by my tongue, wrapping around and slathering wet saliva all over it.

Skjor fell to his knees, lifting his head from my breasts and clutching my body with his arms. He pulled me up, pressing me further into his groin. He panted as he thrust violently into my face. My heart pounded rapidly, drool trickling down from my lips and dripping onto the floor. Heavy breaths rattled through my nostrils, my mouth blocked entirely by the knot as it engorged to press against my teeth. My jaw was stretched as wide as it could go, Skjor's thrusts slowed as a faint whimper signalled the coming release. I pushed my tongue up into my lower jaw, preparing myself to drink deeply.

The grey werewolf pounded one last time into my muzzle, pushing the tip of his penis nearly to the back of my throat, and treating my nostrils to the overpowering scent of his canine testicles. A bestial howl from Skjor above me, and his balls squeezed tightly into his body. Hot werewolf cum shot into my throat, sliding down my gullet. His penis throbbed and released squirt after squirt inside my mouth. I managed to block my throat and allow it to pool inside me. It had a wonderfully sweet and salty taste. The thick semen squelched as I swirled it around, relishing the delicious flavour of it. When I couldn't take any more, I gulped it down, feeling it slide down my oesophagus and fill my belly. It was a drink more satisfying than any ale, coupled with the visceral pleasure of drinking it from a throbbing rod of animal libido which pumped it down my throat. I kept my lips wrapped tightly around Skjor's knot, guzzling down every spurt of thick seed to sate my hunger.

I lay on my back against the cold floor of the Underforge, warmed by the two furry bodies filling each end of me with their bestial love. One treating me to a satisfying drink on one end, the other impregnating me with his werewolf children, warming my uterus with spurts of liquid desire. Deep down inside, I knew Hircine was smiling upon us. I could feel the touch of the moons against my breasts, as if the Lord of the Hunt himself was rewarding my efforts with his embrace. My stomach and uterus filled with their seed, I closed my eyes and lost myself in the passion. I never wanted this to end. I won't let this end. Skjor, the newblood and I were destined to become lifelong partners, and I knew just the place to celebrate once the sun rose again.