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Anthwa

By Laz Briar

Where gold met water and honey is spun from rays of sunlight, there is healing. When the delicate froth of spring water reaches primordial rock, and a clearing of grass stretches free against the backdrop of restless forest, this is peace. Whence the air lingers with the stench of burnt herbs and blackened twig, a traveler knows they found Anthwa.

"And a dick as big as a warrior's pike I hope, haha!"

A raucous of howlish laughter fell over Ghenna, her words broken amongst rowdy comments and snickers.

"Tits of Tysij, where in _vulk_did you snag that, Ghenny?"

The pack leader turned to view her gawking sisters. Syskra's muzzle flared with a yanking grin while the others smirked in amusement.

"Surprised you even bothered reading all that southfolk scribbling," she went on. "Where's all the endless mead and gods getting fucked in the sky?"

Ghenna tilted her head, rolling the refined parchment and placing it one of her leather satchels.

"These are directions, not the fantasies you drool over when mounting an axe handle," she said.

Syskra scoffed, a giggle erupting to her side.

"Flowery directions, if you ask me," chimed Qwen. The wolfess gestured at the pocketed paper, retrieving a fat pouch of mead as she sipped between words.

"Thrsh not even memshn of alchsol," she said, pools of ale falling down her chin.

Not to be outdone, Syskra pushed at her packmate. "Oi, that's a drink, not a fuckin' cock to slurp on. And that's what we're missin' here,fearless leader. Big, fat dicks."

All the wolves nodded in agreement, a wave of thirsty muzzles licking their chops like Ghenna herself might have some hidden endowed prey behind her.

"Mmuhuh," agreed Qwen, finishing her sip. "Nothing in there about a good lay, Ghen."

"Bah, you wenches are one to talk! You broke the last lad's hips to pieces before I could even get to him!" barked another packmate, Kimbri.

Syskra shot her sister a mocking smile. "You're too slow on the draw, sis. Mmmf, oh and he was so good too, I had him all to m'self!"

Kimbri bristled, raising an arm as if to shank Syskra in the cheek with a claw.

"Only reason that happened is because you snuck off while the rest of us were hacking up the boar," challenged Yndwyn.

"If there's a male in those cryptic words," she continued, "we ought to make our lazy sister watch!"

What was seconds ago laughter and snickering erupted into bitter growls and fang flashing. Ghenna, watching her pack devour itself in moments, sighed.

Slamming the ground, her great stone cleaver hacked the earth, breaking their snarls with an echoing_thud._

"Enough."

She spoke softly with a voice that commanded mountains, and all at once the pack fell quiet.

"Our travels are long and we have been without company for a time, I know," acknowledged the pack leader.

"But I do not lead my pack into oblivion. We will pursue this."

They were getting uppity, Ghenna could tell. She didn't blame them - waltzing about the Southwood in pursuit of a place considered mythical would put anyone in a spell. But, it was more than that. Like the hot blooded warriors they were, her_nordwulven_pack demanded satisfaction. Without strapping lads or resilient partners to straddle, they fell into a fever of rage. Fighting and fucking was as natural as their tits.

"You think this place absent of delights, do you?" continued Ghenna. "Were you not listening as I read it from before? Streams hewn into drink, ancient, servile buck tending to our every whim, pillars of colored fire to dance for. Tysij smile on is, it is paradise among this rotten wood."

Syskra scratched the white of her hair while Qwen took another nervous drink. Kimbri's anger receded and Yndwyn kept her gaze downcast.

A pocket of silence formed between the pack and their leader. Seeing as no other bark rose in contention, Ghenna turned, beginning her trek once again.

The other northwolves followed, tails low in submission. It was one thing to speak ill against a sister, but a pack leader? Why, she'd have them stripped and on all fours before the night was done, just to prove a point. Ghenna was massive enough to do it as well, a wolfess of eclipsing stature woven with sinewy muscle and grayish fur. The runic marks of her past deeds were etched proudly upon thick, wide thighs, and the trophies amongst her leather bearings were enough to inspire dread in even the largest of foes.

Leading the way, Ghenna led her sisters farther into Southwood in quest of the mystic_Anthwa._ The spring evening bore a warm, guiding light that teased the encroachment of night as the wolves threw themselves farther into the heart of the forest. Sounds were sparse, aside from the usual bickering and jests at how fat Ghenna's ass had gotten over their travels.

Hours went by, until the sun was ready to yield to night. Frustration had once more boiled into the forefront of each sister's mind, and a craving for release rattled their tongues loose.

Syskra opened her maw, prepared to unleash a renewed volley of swears. Who cared about the consequences? They could've gone to a tavern and humped some barboy's face into the ground. Now they were wandering aimlessly in search of a place likely absent of all godly pleasures.

Yet, her mouth was hushed. Not from a damning leer by Ghenna, no. The ambrosia and acrid rush of some foreign scent met her nose. The other sisters noticed it as well, muzzles flaring as their noses wiggled against the air.

"Is that. . ." muttered Kimbri, uncertain.

Ghenna stopped. "Burning twigs."

Some tails started to wag. Of course, any peasant souther could start a fire in the midst of the woods. And yet, there was something quite distinct about the odor, almost pious in its presence. It mingled with other smells too, like herbs, creating an ethereal, earth-born perfume.

"A traveler knows they found Anthwa," said Ghenna, repeating the text.

With renewed vigor, the pack followed the invisible trail of alien pyres, led only by wolfish senses. As they did, the woods around them morphed into something new. Not all at once, but in subtle fashion. Bark became richer in hue and the leaves shook with shades 'not quite green.' The wind cooled. Sunlight snaked through the dense appendages of the forest, like gold made into honey.

A bubbling whisper entranced their ears. The timid gurgle of rushing water over the maw of jagged rocks soon rambled through the wood. As though the land itself spoke to them, they were drawn yet closer, until amidst the tall multi-colored sentries, there came in view a clearing.

"By all the drinks in Ebersmar," whispered Qwen.

Overlooked by a large, hut-like structure painted with unfamiliar markings, the image of the mystic place rushed over the curious pack. Creek water surrounded it, met with strangely jagged rocks, the clearing shielded by the obscurely colored wood. The same stench of burning twigs and incense wafted over the ample space, where quiet fires perched themselves along corners of the opening, beacons to the hidden paradise.

Despite the beckoning warmth of its seemingly amiable appearance, however, Ghenna kept her guard, at least for now. Clasping the hilt of her stone cleaver, she marched forward, sipping the air with wolfish nostrils.

As they all wandered closer, the clearing embraced them, still lit with the fading daylight. Though, to their surprise, it was absent of communing tribes or the typical busied peasant. Was it merely a place of phantom fires and alluring colors?

No. . . something caught Ghenna's sight. Gold eyes flashed over, to the massive hut. Ears flagged as audible steps pampered the fertile grass, a figure emerging. A delicate silhouette as graceful as Southwood coalesced into view.

Bearing exotic, curved horns and a body with ancient tribe markings, the smiling figure cast his dazzling blue eyes over the wolf pack. He appeared much as a deer, yet the gait of his stride and pattern of his horns indicated some other exotic heritage.

Ghenna met his reserved stance with some indistinct caution, but it was overwhelmingly clear they had discovered the mystic_Anthwa._

To the excitement of the wolfess pack, indeed, attended by a male.

"Ghenny, I'll never doubt you again," said Syskra, licking her chops.

Once centered in the open grass, the stranger bowed, gesturing wide with arms.

"Oh, weary travelers, far from the north bearing ice, steel, and stone, I welcome you," he said, with a voice warmer than summer honey.

"I saw you in my visions, in my dreams. Tired souls in need of healing. This holy place, this_Anthwa_ grants sight only to the tired warrior, and here, I will aid you."

Devious growls emerged from behind Ghenna. Pants, tail wags, whistles. Syskra's gaze immediately sank to the male's groin, which to her displeasure, was covered with resilient loincloth.

He stood straight, oblivious to the eyes of avarice.

"I am Ahoka, humble tenant of Anthwa, at your service."

Ghenna grinned. Even the oldest amongst the pack felt shivers run through her. She stepped forward, close enough that she could tower over the innocent male, who regarded her with naïve amicability.

He only stood at her waist. Not even was his head as large as Ghenna's bosom, fat tits thick enough they might smother him like mountain snow.

"And I am Ghenna," she said, smirking. "Leader of these destitute wolves, far travelers from Vyskaal, and in_desperate_ need of you, little Ahoka."

Ahoka beamed, glancing to the four voracious wolfess warriors behind the leader.

"Oh, he isn't little, I can tell," chimed Yndwyn, pointing to the male's loincloth. Ahoka tilted his head, unclear, oblivious to the lustful ruckus.

"I am steadfast in my purpose, I promise," he assured. "My size will not deter my willingness to serve you."

Qwen cooed. "Mmm, let's hope not, deer boy."

He blinked. "Ahh, my apologies, great wolf, I am but a gazelle from lands long gone. A stranger in these parts, but lover of the Southland all the same."

Kimbri hooted in joy. "And he's exotic? Nff, Ghen, please, tell me we can collar this one."

Here, Ahoka's expression twisted. Not from fear, but curiosity.

Ghenna brushed it off. "Oh, don't mind them," she said with a grin. "They've been marching a while."

"Oh, of course," he said. "Please, fair wolves, rest yourselves. Make yourselves at home and let this holy place heal you."

Each sister glanced at each other with wicked, sin-licked smiles. Ghenna shared the sentiment.

"Well," said the pack leader. "You heard him. Get comfortable, girls."

Like a ravenous tide, the sisters did not hesitate. Prancing into the camp, each began to unfasten their layers of armor, cloth, and leathers. Days of aimless searching and pent up 'frustrations' fueled their actions, as each wolfess did away with the harsh grip of their bearings.

Syskra set her axes into the ground and loosened the leather bindings holding her cloth together. The camp's firelight danced against her reddish fur, painting her white mohawk with kisses of amber, like her hair was its own living flame. Lean breasts bounced free and she wiggled her hips in jovial decree, relieved, as her attire fell away.

Kembri had much more to relinquish. Her stained apron and pack gear contained runic hammers and utilities for arcane forgery. Once she heaved the pack off, her back muscles flexed in relief, the apron slipping off her crisp autumn-brown fur. She flexed and stretched, almost bouncing, weighty bosom crashing together as she howled in delight.

Ahoka watched this display with some curiosity. He maintained his composure, hands folded neatly, assuming this was some ritual common amongst nordwulven. But, his tail flicked with uncertain trembles. These wolfess women were immense, thick, and baring themselves. In fact, he had never. . . witnessed a woman so close before, not in this manner.

"Oh, vulk, that's so much better," said Syskra, planting herself in the soft grass, spreading legs and stretching.

The others were eager to relieve themselves as well. Qwen set aside her bow of hewn bone and stripped off the greedy leathers, her immense, frothy tits wiggling free. Perhaps the largest of the group, she whimpered, massaging the enormous sacs. The blonde fur glistened like gold, the wolfess tossing her long hair, looking to Yndwyn.

"Nnf, they're sore. Ynny, check em' for me, would ya?"

Her sister scoffed, rolling scarlet eyes. Yndwyn first carefully pulled free from her robes, setting aside the carved bones and trinkets. Dark, sin black fur ate the light around her, forming a silhouette of curvy, strong wolf with wide, plump hips and unforgivingly large breasts.

She knew that Qwen wasn't in actual agitation, just that the bow-wolf enjoyed competing.

Not to be challenged, however, Yndwyn folded the rest of her fineries and stood to meet the other intoxicated woof, smashing her heavy, buxom breasts. Mountain slopes of black met golden hills as dark nips rubbed against each other, squished and flattened. Yndwyn put hands to hips, smirking.

"Hmmf, they feel fine to me. Quit mewling, pup."

Ghenna watched her pack with amusement as they shed themselves of weapon and weariness. A pack that could sate itself avoided fever, and all ready the charms of Anthwa appeared to work on them.

Ahoka, noting the generous press of tits, could not help but flush. His visions granted him dreams of northborn warriors, but never did he imagine they would be so. . . casual.

"Fine sight, isn't it?" said Ghenna, sneering down at the curious gazelle.

Ahoka blinked. "They are, ah, as noble as the stories say about the northern folk. . ."

"Noble is one word. Now, little Ahoka, I've got a few extra things to bear. Help me out of all this, eh?"

Attention returning to the pack leader, Ahoka gazed up, his cheeks turning a slighter darker hue of red.

His eyes wandered over the furs and leathers Ghenna wore, nibbling lips as her fat breasts towered over him, the wolfess looking down expectedly.

"Er, yes, of course. . ." he said.

Like a deer trying to navigate a beartrap, Ahoka raised his arms and let fingers slide amidst the strappings, unhinging where appropriate.

"Hey! How come Ghenna gets first dibs!" one of the girls called. Ghenna waved it off.

"Don't mind them, little one, keep going."

He gulped. He would not deny the wolfess her request, but this was unlike anything the healer had been asked before. As he worked, more and more of the warrior's attire fell, revealing her stark grey fur and the gentle rivers of muscle hidden under soothing fluff. She aided too, setting aside her stone cleaver and unravelling belts which held pouches and other necessary trinkets.

All that remained was a loincloth and some tethers shielding her enormous, heavy tits. They heaved with each breath and here, Ahoka stopped. He felt. . . strange. His chest warmed and his nethers twinged. He looked away, bashfully, as though eyeing the wolfess' breast was some terrible offense.

"I didn't say stop, now did I? Go on then. Yank em' off."

The sisters watched with curious eyes. It didn't take long for them to notice Ahoka's groin began to stir.

"Oh, y-yes, well, I've never. . ."

Ghenna cocked her head. She rumbled with laughter.

"Oooh, need help, huh?"

Her hands gripped his wrists, shoving his palms into the vacuous, soft plumpness of her enormous breasts. His palms vanished against the size of them, and she guided his fingers under the protective cloth, letting digits trace over the soft nubs of her nipples.

"Nn! M-mistress wolf!"

Ahoka's cheeks rushed with all the wildest shades of red, and he trembled against the jostling, supple hills. Laughing with wicked howls, Ghenna tossed her breasts against the touches, sneering as the young gazelle squirmed against her actions.

Amused, she released him, and he fell to the grassy knoll with a thump while the pack leader removed her top, bouncy tits bursting free.

Ahoka shuddered, anxious pants dripping from his muzzle as he stared up in shock at the mighty wolfess.

"I. . . I don't. . ."

Ghenna gestured at the flustered lad. "Enjoyed it, did we?"

Ahoka was speechless. A torrent of new sensations and feelings coalesced within him. His chest hammered, his mind drowned in strange, clouded thoughts, and he felt. . . wanting. To his dismay, he could not hide it, either. His loincloth was by no means protective, and it was quietly shoved aside as his malehood sprang free, like a newborn flower ready to greet the sun.

"Oh fuck," Syskra said, spying the engorged length.

Kimbri whimpered. "W-where did he say he was from!?"

Qwen's tail wagged. "Big, exotic cock? On this scrawny thing?"

Yndwyn scoffed. "You think that's scrawny? We oughta' shove it down your throat and see what happens!"

Ahoka didn't know what to do with all the attention. His cock twitched, a spear raised defiantly against the sky, hard as the jagged rocks surrounding Anthwa. Even he was surprised at his own size, the plump, immense meat scoring over seven inches at least!

"My girls are hungry, little Ahoka," said Ghenna. "And I think they've found their feast."

Ahoka's ears flagged, from fear and shock. "Wait!" he said, raising his hand in protest.

"I am but a humble s-servant of this place! I can't. . . I mean! I-I've never. . . I've never served a woman before!"

At once, all the wolves stared as though they'd discovered the hidden vaults of Osepec.

"He's a fucking virgin!?" shouted Kimbri.

Ghenna chuckled. "Oh? My, my, little one, you keep getting better by the moment. We'll be gentle."

Syskra snorted. "The vulk we will!"

Perhaps sensing the young gazelle might attempt flight, or perhaps wishing to grant him some new veil of comfort, the immense grey wolfess strode around the shivering male, taking place behind him. She sat, curling her arms around his chest while her immense tits crashed over his shoulders, keeping him in place. One hand, in tease, traced the air around his cock. Not touching, no. Not yet. But imitating strokes, chancing distance, causing Ahoka to twitch wildly every time she neared his mast.

"Mistress wolf, p-please! This. . . isn't right!"

At once, the other wolves began to close in. Seeing as their prey was now comforted, cock proudly displayed, their lust boiled over, desperate for release.

Ghenna nosed his ear, breathing hot, wild breaths, licking. "You're quite mistaken," she said.

"What could be more right than getting fucked into the ground by a buncha' horny wolves?" added Syskra.

"Ngg, piss off, Syskra, he's mine first!"

Kimbri approached on all fours, as ravenous as her primal ancestors. She refused to have her lusts unanswered. Pushing her sisters aside, the blacksmith wolfess eyed the gazelle's cock with a searing want, hotter than the forges of home.

Ahoka was helpless. He did not know what to think of these immense creatures fighting so hungrily to. . . whatever it was they were planning to do!

He had, in the old lands, accidentally seen a buck mount its mate, but, it that was long, long ago. Yet, his mast pulsed with its own hunger, as even the vague memory was enough to arouse him. His cock stretched and pined for attention, and he felt urges long buried. He almost wanted to reach down and massage himself, frozen only by the crawling approach of the large, busty wolfess.

As Kimbri approached, the others were soon to follow, forming a little circle around the now trapped Ahoka.

"You didn't ask if you could have first bite, pup," said Ghenna, flashing her packmate an amused glance. "What if I want him all to myself and make the lot of you watch?"

Kimbri's expression shifted from lust to panic. She glared at her leader with a mix of anxious fear and anger.

"Nnf, n-no! Please! Don't deny me!"

Ahoka was unsure of how to react. The wolfess was going to do something. Did he try to resist? No. . . no. A part of him conceded. He shuddered still, but the animal lust now fumbling through his mind brought new intentions forth. He spread his legs, cock trembling in the late evening sun.

Ghenna, meanwhile, chuckled, squishing her thick bust possessively against the gazelle.

"Ah, would I, if I were a cruel one. But go, have your way. The rest of you will enjoy watching our smith take first mount!"

This command was met with protest and whines, though none dared defy Ghenna.

Kimbri was wordless, a greedy fanaticism overtaking her. She flicked her autumn-brown tail and cast her sisters a proud, mocking glance, before crawling to the cock. Her nose sniffed, embracing the scent of the innocent male, lupine lips an inch away from the fat, pulsing rod.

A hand reached out, cupping the male's stones, squeezing, causing Ahoka to flinch. Warmth flooded his loins from the touch of silky fur, and despite Kimbri's size, her palm was quite gentle. The same hand which fondled at his seed-bearers then gripped the immense mast, taking a few long, tedious strokes. Kimbri watched in fascination as the flesh tugged, its own heat rolling into her palms.

"Fuck, you're even bigger up close," she muttered. She glanced at him, grinning.

"Mmf, never thought you were gonna' get sucked off by a wolf, did you?" she chided, her animal desires taking over.

Ahoka could only watch, trying to find the words. His hips wobbled, almost bucking. The instinct to thrust started to take him, and he was feeling hot. He had to sink further into the embracing Ghenna, who watched on with earthy amusement.

"W-will it hurt?" he said, eyes wide. Kimbri only howled in laughter.

At once, her soft muzzle lips embraced the tip, head leaping forward to hug the crown with a warm sucklke. The length's end was enough to stretch her maw, while her tongue rolled in sweeping licks against the hard, salted flesh.

It drew an immediate effect. Ahoka groaned and whined loudly, sucking in a breath as a new sensation fell over him. The supple softness of a wet tongue lapping at his inches - he had no idea such things could exist!

The wolves looked on, quite jealous, but eager to watch.

"Oh, you like that? Watch close, boy, watch close. I want you to see me take your cock!" said Kimbri, pressing the flank of meat into her cheek.

She rubbed her visage against the heated pole, kissing against it, until returning to the tip. This time, she did not stop at the crown. Rather, the whole of her maw smashed down and engulfed the flank, burying the enticed prick into the awaiting embrace of her throat. Ahoka cried out, head arching, neck still squished by Ghenna's generous cleavage.

The gazelle, however, did as he was told, and gaze at the wolfess embracing cock with her lips. They wrapped around him and squeezed, drawing in every inch! His cock twitched and trembled as he felt it holstered in the sticky annals of her throat, her tail and rump wiggling as she began to work.

"Ugh, greedy bitch!" Syskra said.

"Hmph," Yndwyn mumbled. "See, not scrawny."

Happily did Kimbri slurp and suckle the ravenous inches, thin creeks of saliva and pre forming at the edges of her mouth. They dribbled freely as she rapidly tossed her head, gulping the cock and coating it with a lewd marinade.

"Annnf!" whined Ahoka, fingers gripping Ghenna's thick thighs as his plump inches pulsed in delight. By every spirt and account, no sensation in his life was like this.

Kimbri laughed in between slurps, rumbling the cock with her throaty embrace. She let it 'pop' free, pressing the tip into her nose, grinning as wicked as all demons might.

"Mmf, you like that_?"_

Ahoka could only offer a strained nod. "It's. . . m-more! Please!" he begged.

Ghenna laughed, breathing into the gazelle's ear. "Ahh, that's the spirit."

Kimbri growled. "Grff, I could suck you dry until the moon falls apart, boy! But this isn't enough. . ."

If more was desired, then more would be had. The blacksmith wolfess, face stick and sloppy with juices, looked to her pack leader with another pleading gaze.

"Ghenna," she chimed, "I wanna' flatten em."

The leader quirked a brow, though understood. "So soon? Ahh, and I was just getting comfortable."

Kimbri continued to massage Ahoka's cock, who looked confused as his holder began to shift. Now, instead of lying into the soft embrace of fur, he was sitting with back to the wind as Ghenna stood, looking down at him.

"W-what will you do?" said Ahoka, both in fear but also eagerness. Staring at his own dripping cock and the wolfess which worshipped it, all pretense of humility was abandoning him. Slowly, he was giving in to this sexual mystique. Slowly, he desired to submit to all of them.

Kimbri didn't respond. At least not through words. Rather, she hoisted herself over the gazelle, shoving him into the ground where grass embraced him. He looked up in bewilderment as both Ghenna and Kimbri stared down, figures of thick muscular thighs and plump, generous bosoms like silhouettes from his wildest fantasies.

With a rough grunt, Kimbri propped her nethers over the crown, the sloppy, soaked flesh just barely touching her wolfess snatch. Ahoka groaned with a sound he didn't even know he could make, watched in shocked awe as seething wolf pussy teased the first inch of his engorged length.

"Oh b-by all the spirts in U'hw'la!" he whined, clenching the ground, sucking in hot breaths as the smith rolled her hips against the length, positioning herself.

The other wolves looked on in total envy, muttering a sordid array of swears. It didn't help that Kimbri was moaning aloud, biting her teeth as she teased both herself and pack sisters.

"Fuck, he's so hard," she grunted, her sodden cleft now suckling the nub of Ahoka's flank completely.

But a wolfess with her lusty drive couldn't hold back any longer. In a slow, fluid motion, her rump came crashing down while her snatch engulfed the seething, soaked rod. Pre and saliva made it slip without difficulty, while her inner thighs tightened around the needy cock.

"Ohhhnnngnff," she groaned, "Mmnf, where have you been hiding all this time,vulk!"

Syskra blushed and clawed at the grass with jealous agitation, where Qwen and Yndwyn observed with lustful stupor.

Raising herself erect in the air, Kimbri craned her head and howled, beginning to bounce wildly on Ahoka's defiant flank. The gazelle heaved moans and hot breaths into the evening, his nethers overwhelmed by a raw surge of tingles and sensations he had no idea existed.

As for Kimbri, her immense size pounded his pelvis into the earth. Every single rise and fall caused her thick, frothy tits to wobble together in jubilant recoil, while her soaked snatched created little pools of dribble with every hip toss. She rode him like a warrior might a horse into battle, her heavy haunches and muscular thighs besieging the poor, smaller creature.

"W-wolfess! Oh great wolfess!" cried Ahoka, face hotter than a summer sun. Overtaken by ancient instinct, he began to throw his hips into the crashing motions of his mount, desperate for more.

Noting his enthusiasm, Kimbri looked down, her wild brown hair tossing with each gyration of hips. She grinned, grabbing one of his arms, forcing hand upon breast, letting palms ride over her tender nip.

"Nnf, that's right boy, you fuck me raw with that virgin cock! NGG!"

Now, Kimbri began bouncing harder, riding the lad so hard she was likely to bruise his hips. Even Ghenna had to step back, hands to hips.

"By Tysij, Kimbri, he'll pump puppies into you at that rate."

The wolfess hardly heard it, too enraptured by her vicious humps.

"Mnn, ahn, I don't care if he fucks a whole clan of pups in me!" she roared, her nethers trembling, Ahoka fondling the breast generously offered, but also clenched Kimbri's thigh for dear life.

Ghenna scoffed, troubled by the idea of toting around a fat bellied sister, but chuckled as her smithy howled with rapture as she took first seed from the pure, innocent Ahoka.

"AHN!"

Ahoka had no preconceptions of holding back, not with this raw surge of pleasure sieging his loins. Never before had he experience a release of this volume and violent delight, bucking pathetically and pitifully into the cozy, wet embrace that was Kimbri's cunt.

As moments passed, the gazelle finally gave way, a torrent of seed bursting from his tip. Thick, ropy issue flooded out as his cock pumped and humped itself into the accepting wolf tunnel, his hefty stones writhing as they let loose the malehood's essence.

Kimbri bucked through it all, shuddering and panting as she burst into orgasm, creating a flood of nectar and seed. She clamped down, thick thighs embracing the prick, letting Ahoka drain his testes, making sure every single dribble of semen was poured into her hot cunt.

Syskra had to look away, flustered she wasn't the one to steal the gazelle's virginity. Yndwyn and Qwen remained in awe with just how. . . much there was while Ghenna perched herself on the grass, crossing legs, content to watch.

"Nnnn. . ."

Ahoka's eyes wandered over the panting wolfess, who kept her haunches pressed firmly on his thighs, wet, searing lips refusing to release its acquisition.

As though forging a new blade, Kimbri looked at the smaller boy with renewed passion.

"Nfffuck, you're still hard?" she said, wiggling her hips, the aching mast refusing to soften.

In tease, she lifted away from the flesh, letting the immense malehood pop free from the annals of her snatch, wolfish lips leaking with a small river of seed. Indeed, Ahoka's cock remained defiantly solid, a tower of sexual want and desire.

He whined, desperate for more. "P-please," he uttered. "Will you do that again?"

Kimbri laughed, bearing her jaws. "Hah! You fuckin' hear that sisters? He wants_more!"_

"Oh come on!" Qwen challenged. "You had your turn! Not fair!"

Yndwyn grunted, sharing the sentiment, leaning close to the sexual pair, her frothy tits squished into the ground.

"Settle yourself, Kimbri! We can't afford to drag around a litter because of you."

Syskra, once mouthy, bit her lips, face flushing. She couldn't stand seeing that delicious cock disappear into her sister again! It was too much.

"Too bad," Kimbri said. She leaned into Ahoka, granting him a possessive, slow kiss. "I'm gonna fuck this one until he sings to the gods."

She licked his cheek, breathing in his ear. "Oh yes, big boy, you're gonna get fucked over and over til' you don't even remember where you are!"

Ahoka was beside himself - most of the words passed over him in a haze. All he cared about now was getting back inside the warm well of female cunt so willfully granted. And Kimbri was happy to oblige.

Qwen looked to her pack leader. "S-she can't, can she!?"

Ghenna shrugged in complete amusement. "Looks like she already is."

Indeed, their words were interrupted by the abrupt clap of hips and the sudden, loud moans of Ahoka mixed with Kimbri's uppity growls. The wolfess, once more, bounced her thick, plump ass upon the solid pole, milking it with hasty, desirous thrusts.

Again, the surrounding forest was sieged with the sounds of their copulation, a horny ruckus flooding the evening like a sordid chorus.

Syskra was beside herself. "Fuckin' enough. Can't take this."

In one aggressive motion, she leapt up from her position and went to the couple. Ahoka's gaze was now filled with the sight of not only Kimbri bouncing off his mast, but the red furred Syskra looking down at him, a want in her eyes that bordered on the demonic.

Kimbri flashed her sister a warning glance, bearing teeth. Though, preoccupied with the rambunctious bucks and thrusts of her male counterpart, she found it difficult to vocalize a challenge.

It didn't matter to the redborn. "You whine a lot, boy," she said. "So let's put that mouth of yours to work!"

Ahoka blinked, his maw open wide with pants. "W-wha? Nff, I don't understand!"

Syskra smirked. In one sweeping motion, she planted herself upon the male's face, making sure that her wet, hot snatch was the first thing to greet his lips. Her lean yet still masculine thighs buried him, and all Ahoka could do was mumble in surprise as his mouth kissed the nether folds embracing his head.

She kept her back to her sister, who watched with a mix of agitation and. . . interest.

"Ya dumb cunt," Kimbri said, "Can't hear him beg now!"

Syskra ignored the insult. Rather, she at once began to grind and hump against the male's cute face, letting her folds slide against his muzzle.

As for little Ahoka, his vision was almost completely obscured. All he could see now was a tower of wolfess grinning down at him, her moist snatch wiggling against his lips.

"Nnffhfhfhs!" he mumbled.

Something within him stirred, however. More so than his pitiful bucks - of which he still attempted despite being crushed by_two_ massive wolf women. Like opening a long-lost tome, an instinct flooded his brain, and be began to suckle and mouth against the wet lips so greedily abusing his face.

Tongue lashed out, diving into the hot walls of the great beast, slurping and lapping. The stingy taste of the woman's nectar met his taste buds, along with the satisfied moans of Syskra. He, with great enthusiasm, pursued to work faster, meticulously rolling his rug against her, flat, sweeping strokes sloppily lapping like a dog.

"Oh, fire and fuck," Syskra barked. "Nff, that mouth, hffn!"

Her own fingers came to massage her folds, while, perhaps on chance, the gazelle did his best to suckle and nurse her clitoral nub. This, to his drowned delight, had a positive effect, the red wolfess howling wildly with pleasure.

Now, the poor gazelle was working furiously to please to immense wolfesses, his groin sore as Kimbri continued to smash her hips against his waist while Syskra abused his face to worship her nethers. They formed some raunchy contraption of sex and desire, a trio of humping bodies fit to burst.

It wasn't long until they were ready to burst again. Ahoka's soaked pike couldn't hold as long as this time, testes rumbling with a new surplus of seed, while the rising chorus of Syskra's howlish whines sent a clear signal she was nearing release.

"Mmm, worship that cunt you little fuck," Syskra growled.

Kimbri leaned back, supporting her posture with hands in grass, covered with sweat.

"Don't fuck up his face, we need that part too!" she said between bounces.

"Ymmf, ymff!" said Ahoka, his voice muffled from Syskra's ceaseless hip tosses.

Soon, like a dam breached with water, they hit their release. Not remotely as veteran as the wolves, Ahoka felt his groin churn and bellow with a new assault of sticky, hot issue. He flooded Kimbri's chamber again, the autumn wolfess crying out with notable pleasure as her womb bubbled over with copious essence.

Syskra was next. Ahoka was not prepared for the sudden gush of nectar relinquished by her cleft, but, he welcomed it all the same, lapping in total submission at her own honey. He mouthed as though he hadn't been to water in months, ravenous, body bristling with lusts he wasn't aware he even possessed.

Like synced in battle, Kimbri followed, ushering a new wave of essence, making a sopping mess out of Ahoka's groin. As before, her tosses slowed, nether lips still coaxing and milking his cock for all it was worth.

Qwen and Yndwyn watched in awe while Ghenna laughed, her pack mates looking like pups discovering their first bone.

For a while, none of them moved, as if any further exertion might cause the trio to crack apart. But, slowly, Kimbri shifted. She loosed herself from the utterly deluged, drowned cock, and fell off, toppling over. Her hands massaged the warmth between her snatch which oozed a small river of issue and nectar.

Syskra shot her an annoyed stare. "Sure you don't want to go again? Greedy bitch!" she hissed.

Ahoka's mast still trembled, but finally began to soften as Kimbri released him. He was allowed to breath once Syskra also lifted, though his nostrils stung with the scent of womanly wolf muff.

However, this was met with growls and whimpers.

"What!? You wore him out!" shouted Qwen. "No!"

The curvaceous wolf sprang up and went to her belongings, no doubt looking for a poultice that might rectify the situation. As for Ahoka, he was but a weakened, trembling form on the ground, limp in every sense. His eyes, once brimming with noble innocence, now glazed over with perverse realization. He was becoming a fuck factory for these hungry beasts, and all pretense about sacred Anthwa left his mind.

He tried to rise, gentle pangs of pain and pleasure ringing through his hips. The gazelle stared down at his soft, fat mast, along with the pool of white seed and sopping ejaculate that soaked the grass.

"G-give me a moment," he said, hoarse. "I need. . ."

Qwen barked. "Pah! What you need is some of the finest mead in all of Vyskaal. Makes your tits fat as the day and your cock thick as a trunk!"

Yndwyn cast the boy a sympathetic glance. "Should we not let him rest?"

Syskra growled, looking at the satisfied Kimbri, envious of the seed pouring from her cunt.

"He said he wanted to serve!" said the redborn.

Ahoka groaned, looking between each wolf. He wanted to raise a hand in protest, but could not. Instead, the busty Qwen leapt over and knelt next to him. She uncorked a strange canister marked with bizarre runes, shoving it into his mouth.

"Drink lad! Drink and you'll fuck like you're ready to mount every bitch in the north!"

Like a patient creature, Ghenna crossed her arms, rumbling with laughter.

"I'm not raising the pups," said the leader. "And if any of you start bearing for a clan I'll send you to the Wild Mothers."

Kimbri wore an expression of dazed ecstasy. "You won't say that when you've mounted him yourself."

Ahoka felt anxiety bubble within him. Yet, excitement too. he was growing sore, true, but obediently he took the liquid granted by the busty Qwen and gulped it down. It burned like the hottest fires, singing his throat, but after a few coughs he managed to get it down.

"Nmm, good boy!" said the bow-wolf. "Lemme' help you get back to speed. . ."

At once, Qwen's massive tits came to clap and smother Ahoka's head, those golden fields smashing his cranium in an embrace of supple, soft fat and fur. The gazelle let out a muffled cry as the eager Qwen giggled, rolling and jiggling her titanic front against his cheeks.

To each woman's delight, it had the intended effect. Combined with the mystic brew, Ahoka's cock woke once again, bristling to life as it spiked the ear with renewed vigor. It was all they needed.

Evening began to settle into twilight. The sun shrank behind the veil of night and yielded to the Southwoods, the camp only lit by the fires set before. But, all was not quiet. Where once crickets and frogs might enchant the air with their songs, rather, the forest echoed with the loud, whining moans of an innocent gazelle and the furious cacophony of horny, lustful wolves.

So it was. The night fizzled into a routine of hot, endless sex. Each wolfess mounted Ahoka again and again. Qwen bounced her fat, full ass on the innocent hips, then Yndwyn. Ghenna had him serve her cunt with an appraisal of penance and licks, where Kimbri took him for a third, fourth, and fifth mount. Syskra, not to be beaten, did the same.

Each wolfess howled and fucked until their wombs were drowning in seed, until they were left as panting and useless as the gazelle they used like a personal cock pump.

When they finally ceased, Ahoka was bewildered that he continued to live. He found himself staring at the juvenile night sky, sucking in breaths. The whole of his form could not move, spent in every mental, physical, and even spiritual sense. The scent of a wolfess in heat lingered in the air while the grass carried numerous stains from the previous lewd actions.

Only when Ghenna intruded his vision did he feel a renewed sense of genuine fear. He had nothing left!

"Please," he whispered. "I am spent."

She smirked. "Shh. That's enough for now, little Ahoka."

With her titanic strength, the grey wolfess hoisted him over her shoulder and carried him back to his hut. Within, amongst his trinkets and spices, she gently lied him upon his soft bed of pillow-leaves, rubbing his forehead.

"Mmm, you've done my girls a good thing this day. Don't think I've ever seen them mount a male so many times in one go."

Ahoka offered a weak smile. "I live to serve," he said.

Ghenna rubbed her palm over his chest. Part of her wanted to let fingers slide lower, fondle at his testes and perhaps get one more spurt of seed from the boy. But it would have to wait.

"So you will," she replied. "Rest now. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

She wore a primal grin which sent shivers through the servile male. Part of him was nervous, but the other held visions of uppity wolves wanting to mount his cock, of him on his knees lapping at their precious pussies, moaning until the day once again became night. Tremors of excitement remained.

Exhausted, the young boy rested, yielding to sleep.

When he did, Ghenna fetched the parchment from before, the one that led her pack to this mystical place. Tapping her chin, she mused, retrieving a bone quill and some ink, scribbling down new thoughts.

Where the nubile male rests in wait, there is lust. When ale is had and fires turn to cinder, when all the sounds of night become wild howls, there is relief. When the wolves find their mount and draw seed from virgin soil, a traveler knows, they found Anthwa.

She chuckled, looking over the sleeping lad. Curling with him, she embraced his limp form in the cup of her breasts and size, awaiting the next day where all the pleasures might begin again.