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The moon shone brightly through the twigs of the forest. Dappling the grass and leaves below in black and grey. Almost no noise was heard above the faint chirping of crickets, somewhere far away. Just this side of being audible when the wind rested and allowed a moment of silence. Water cascaded over the stones in a nearby river, reflecting the moon in bright silver streaks and droning out the few noises that came from the two fighting werewolves near its shore.

Like real wolves they fought almost soundlessly. No snarling or barking like dogs did. The only noises were the stomping of their paws and the snapping sound when their teeth clamped shut. Either on fur or empty air. Being werewolves also gave them the pigheadedness of humans when it comes to fighting. Never mind the fact that their paws were shaking so badly that they were both close to fainting, the human mind prevented them to back down like a real wolf would have done. Instead they fought on, reckless of their waning powers and almost completely oblivious to their surroundings.

One of the two wolves was grey. Her fur was thick and rich and her eyes a glowing amber in color. She seemed to be the impersonation of anything that came to mind when a child thinks of a wolf. Graceful and strong, her movements still bore traces of the dancing career that she had pursued so many years before becoming a wolf. Even though age had taken the toll to some of her strength, she still was swift and she was experienced in fighting. Especially as a wolf.

The other one was brown. He was young and strong and his eyes were a radiant blue. His body bore a great deal of muscles, visibly bulging under the short fur. When he managed to hit her, his blows were devastating. But the great size of his muscles slowed him down and allowed Ila to dart away from him more often than not. He too was trembling and his muscles were twitching, but Nalon was too focused on winning to give in now.

A victory in a battle like this was about more than just dominance or leadership. It was a battle for bigger shares of food, territory, the nicest resting places and the rights to mate.

Feeling the way his paws shook, Nalon made a desperate lunge for Ila's throat, trying to grab the thick fur of her neck and slamming her to the ground. Ila dodged, twisted tightly and slammed her shoulder into the side of his neck. He tumbled, was dazed for a moment as the blood stream to his brain was interrupted for a split second. Ila opened her jaw wide, twisted and clamped her jaw around his throat. With a quick twist and a heaving motion with his shoulder, Nalon slammed to the ground. Ila was above him in a blink. She stepped over him and clamped her teeth around his balls. Not enough to hurt but enough to freeze his motions mid-struggle.

Nalon whined piteously. He was afraid to move but unsure how to react. The only thing that came to his mind was to beg forgiveness for fighting with her in the first place. The wolf in him yearned to lick her jaw in a submissive manner. The man in him simply stretched his neck and started licking the folds of her cunt directly above his eyes. She twitched, her jaws clenching for a moment and drawing another frightened whine from Nalon. Immediately he started licking frantically, trying like a madman to appease her, plead forgiveness for breathing the same air as she did.

Ila stared down at him and resented him for being weak. But she let him continue his apology because his wet, hot tongue felt nice and calmed her anger down a little. It reminded her of the fact that she would go into season very soon. The last few years she had stayed in the city, an IUD in her womb and frantically fucking her days of heat through every male and sometimes female in the club. But it wasn't satisfying enough. The wolf in her demanded cubs, demanded to be filled with offspring, to bear litter after litter of little werewolves until the world trembled under their paws.

Ila let go of Nalon's balls and shook her head to get rid of the thought. Her hormones were already flitting madly through her mind, clogging it up with pictures of mad were-creatures that would be mating her. Again she shook herself to get rid of the thought.

She was not quite ready to mate. Although she already started to draw attention from males around her, her fertile days were not quite there. However, it felt good to have Nalon lick her folds like this.

He was still eagerly doing his job, slurping relentlessly away at her juices and seemingly getting intoxicated by the hormones that announced her heat.

Ila sighed and licked her chops, relaxing her body and enjoying his wet tongue. She ignored the bright red tip that poked out of Nalon's sheath while he was humping empty air.

He had lost the fight, he did not deserve any pleasure. Yet.

But she did. Nalon was strong, no doubt about it. His dick not overly large, but it would probably fill her up quite nicely. Scratch an itch that was starting to appear. Not the mad, frantic one that befell her during deep heat, but an itch nonetheless. Turning around, she stepped off Nalon to get a good look at him. He was muscular, no doubt about it. His punches had been hard and his body was in good shape. Even if his fur was not quite impressive.

Even so, she was not quite sure if she _should_mate someone who had lost to her. But the itch was there and it needed taken care of. Ila poked her snout powerfully into Nalon's waist, causing him to jump up in surprise and twist around. He stumbled a few feet away in his panic and whined but broke off suddenly when Ila turned and lifted her tail. Showing off her beautiful, glistening spade.

Nervously, Nalon licked his nose and padded slower, afraid of another rebuke or an error. He lowered his head when he came forward, stretching his neck as he yearned to lick her again. When the tip of his tongue connected, Ila sighed with pleasure and pressed her hip back, into Nalon's face. The male snorted, his nose suddenly full of female juices. He sneezed and shook his head, then came forward again and started licking her folds in earnest. The fact that he was not reprimanded for this lifted his spirit. He knew that the gift of licking cunt was bestowed upon him by her so he did his best until Ila shoved herself back once more.

Encouraged, Nalon mounted her from behind. Ila's head whipped round and she scrutinized him thoroughly, letting him know that this was merely an allowance, a gift for her, not for him. Nalon quivered, stretched his neck once more and licked ila's head as he shifted position and wrapped his paws tightly around her. Several times he humped dry air, searching for the glorious wet opening and being distracted by the wet fur that surrounded her cunt. Growing impatient, Ila jerked back against him when his tip came close, shoving him in.

Nalon's instincts took over the second his tip thrust into the wet, hot spade. His hips jerked forward and up, his dick grew massively inside her while his hips jackhammered against her pelvis. Ila moaned, starting to enjoy the slight stretching that his mediocre dick gave her. Several spurts of pre slathered her insides and she was leaning back against him, trying her best to get off on him.

She did not hear the pounding paws that neared while Nalon was humping her hard and fast like his life depended on it. His bright red knot was already slapping noisly against her backside when something crashed inside them, knocking them apart. Ila howled in surprise and Nalon whimpered, his pelvis humping dry air for several seconds while he was on the ground, rolling around on his back.

Ila was on her paws again like a flash, her ears forward, her mouth puckered as she growled at the newcomer. Mostly annoyed with the fact that she had been interrupted mid-fuck but also annoyed because she hadn't realized someone was approaching. And if there was one thing she didn't like, it was surprise visits.

But when she saw who had entered through the underbrush, her jaw dropped. It was exactly the male that she had tried to avoid. Cal, a towering werewolf who spent his time tracking down females either in or close to heat. He had no territory at all, he didn't need one. Or didn't want one. All he did was ignore all borders and hunt down his prey. Then spend the days of heat continuously knotted to the female. During deep heat it was so bad that he didn't even allow her to piss, eat or sleep without his knot plugging her up. And when he was sure that he had bred the female thoroughly, he would walk away, searching for the next womb to fill with pups.

Ila had seen him do this to other females. So far she had never been on the receiving end of such a treatment, thank fuck. But she didn't want to spend her time locked to this obscenely tall wolf, she wanted freedom. She wanted to fuck whoever she want, not who was the strongest. And Cal did not allow any rivals next to him when it came to fucking.

She growled, showing him her teeth. Her gray fur bristled and gave her a few inches in height. But it was not nearly enough to even come close to Cal. In fact, the tips of her fur barely came to the night of his chest.

Cal came closer, sniffing at her. The massive blackness that was his form seemed to be darker than the night. His bright yellow eyes were the only visible lights in the night. Ila growled again, trying to shoo him away. He ignored it and sniffed the ground where a few drops of her spunk had fallen down when Nalon had been ripped out of her. A bright pink tongue darted out and licked them off the ground. Cal savored the drops, then opened his huge maw, showing off a forest of shining white teeth. He was trying to be friendly as he padded round her and extended his tongue to lick her spade.

Ila growled and whipped round, showing him her puckered lips. Aggressively displaying that she was a no-go zone. Cal's large head tilted slowly to the side, one of his erect fluffy ears tilted slightly to the side as he seemed to ponder the fact that he was not welcome. He huffed and simply walked a few steps away where he found a tree sapling that Ila had marked earlier. His nose twitching and jerking he sniffed it as if it had traces of heroin in it. Then he stepped forward, lifted one of his massive legs and pissed over it, swamping the little plant in so much urine that it became dislodged and flopped over.

Again she growled at him, but he did not seem to mind. Only his ear twisted round, then his lamplike eyes followed and he grinned at her as he set his leg down and trotted away to mark another tree. Her heckles still up, Ila watched him lie down after ruining another of her landmarks then stretching out and putting his huge head on his paws. He seemed to wait. But for what, Ila did not know.

But he was easy to ignore when he simply lay there. Ila turned and wanted to lick her spade, trying to get rid of the itch that was still burning inside her. Like a flash Cal was on his feet, darting toward her and knocking her head away. She looked up at him, disgruntled. Then she twisted again to try and lick her spade. Once more she was knocked over, butted down by the massive black head.

So she was not allowed to lick herself? Fine. Ila turned and walked away. The heavy thumps behind her made her whip round once more and growl at Cal. He would oblige, wait for a step or two, then follow her again.

For the next few days, Cal was shadowing her. He drank when she did, helped her hunt and shared her food, marked his scent over hers whenever she did. And interrupted her whenever she wanted to give herself a little bit of pleasure.

Her itch became worse as her heat deepened. Aroused by the musk of the two males who constantly followed her around and especially of Cal's testosterone laden urine, her heat deepened significantly. With every step she took her hind legs rubbed against her dripping spade. She itched so badly that she felt herself go mad from it. Every time she tried to let Nalon take care of it, Cal bullied him off and shooed him away with growls and bites.

One morning, after she had walked for days on end through her territory, she felt her stubbornness cave in. He spade was soaking wet and she had been dribbling juices all night long. All she could think of was litters of puppies that filled her belly until she could no longer walk from the sheer amount of it. She was panting heavily, spit dripping off her tongue. She was hot, but not from the weather. Fucking heat, she thought.

When a large wet tongue brushed over her folds, she jumped in surprise. Since the day Cal had arrived he had not done that and the feeling was beyond intense. Ila whined and growled at Cal who looked innocently. She darted forward, teeth bared, chasing him off. Making sure that he knew she did not give in to him, but to her heat.

The large black werewolf jumped a few leaps away, his ears raised and his tongue lolling. A huge grin split his features, knowing that he had achieved what he wanted. As long as he got to mate her, he did not care who was the dominant one. His head lowered, he approached again and licked her spade. She moaned and whined in pleasure, shoving her backside in his slathering tongue. The feeling of his firm, wet strokes against her swollen sex was so intense that she was instantly close to climaxing. She howled and came, a mini orgasm that normally only came in human form when she only played with her buzzer. Enough to wet her taste, but not nearly enough to sate her.

Panting heavily, she pressed herself against Cal who mounted her in a flash. Ila staggered as his massive weight was deposited on her back and his huge black paws wrapped themselves around her hips, pulling her back and up. He crouched and started humping air, searching for her entrance, then crouched some more until the bright red tip of his dick brushed her fur. Again he lowered himself. For a second he poked her tailhole, making her jump forward with a whine, shaking herself and his invasive tip off the hole. Cal grunted, his cheek resting against ila's as he lowered himself again and followed the steamy wetness that guarded him to her swollen cunt.

When his tip brushed against her, Ila jerked backward, desperate for him to enter her. Cal shoved himself forward in one stroke. His initial tip as wide as Nalon's entire dong had been. Cal's dick exploded in size within her, splitting her open in the most pleasurable way possible, filling her up so much that his tip rested against her cervix. Ila groaned with relief, pleased by the fact that she would finally receive what her body had been craving for days. She yowled in pain and lust when Cal began to thrust her quick and hard, his huge balls slamming against her underside with every jerk of his hips. Huge spurts of precum burst out of his tip and puddled in front of her cervix, hot and wet. Every thrust shoved them inside her defenseless womb.

Cal pounded her heavily, his dick still growing. Drops of saliva fell to the ground as he nudged her cheek against her while his hips were mashing hers. He shifted the position of his head from left to right, his tongue lolling out and finally his head came to rest upon hers. His thrusts became harder, his dick expanded more. Something massive slammed against Ila's spade with wet sounds every time Cal's jackhammering hips thrust into hers. She whined, not used to the kind of stretching that he was giving her. She tried to escape, but he held on firmly. Cal's head darted down, grabbing her neck in a show of dominance. His paws held her firm as his hips jerked forward once more, the most powerful thrust that he had given her so far. Ila's lips stretched wide, her mouth gaped in silent pain and pleasure. Then his massive knot slipped in.

Whining and whimpering in distress, Ila twisted and turned, trying to escape the pain that the gargantuan knot did inside her while Cal continued thrusting. His knot ballooned out inside her, locking them together. Ila whined, her pleasure buzzer suddenly overwhelmed when the pressure of the knot and the erratic pulse pressed against it. Her cervix was split open by the triangular tip that had forced its way inside. She came, whining and whimpering in pain and pleasure, her mind maddeningly demanding what she had been denied so long.

A massive spurt of cum hosed out of the dilated tip that was Cal's cock, spluttering against the wall of her womb and filling it in an instant. Cal panted heavily, his weight resting on Ila's body as his balls delivered enough cum into Ila's womb to make her belly bulge with the plugged up seed.

Her Fallopian tubes were flooded with cum, bathing the eggs that had assembled in them with seed.

Cal's hips were still humping against her, shaking the knotted form of Ila forward with every thrust until he finally calmed down.

Panting he let go of Ila, planting his front paws on the ground pushing himself into a standing position. Ila was instantly lifted off the ground with her hind legs. She whined again as she dangled off the knot, held firmly by the massive balloon of flesh that had plugged up her insides. Another wave of cum washed into her, bloating her belly once more.

Cal panted heavily, a large grin splitting his features as he turned and lifted his massive leg over the dangling body of Ila. Once more the pressure inside her womb tightened as his balls delivered another spurt of cum.

Ila felt her brain muddled with joy. The warmth inside her belly felt wonderful and she knew that she was going to enjoy dangling down from Cal's prick. Feeling seed trickle inside her for the next hour or so, was the best way to ensure strong and healthy puppies. Cal was the best person to deliver them. He would ensure that she bore healthy young by mating her as long as her heat endured. And by fuck, she would not allow any other male to come between her and being plugged up so thoroughly. She could not for the life of her understand why she had not allowed Cal to mat her sooner. He was the best choice after all.

Slowly and steadily, Ila drifted into a haze of sleep, dangling off Cal's knot while he stood there, patiently waiting for them to dislodge. When it was time, he jerked his hips forward, tugging his deflated knot out of her. Ila landed with a bump, her bloated belly hitting the ground. Cum hosed out of her abused hole but she managed to stem the flow as Cal turned round and licked over her abused hole. Then he turned and licked his slowly deflating knot, savoring their mixed juices and lay down beside her with a sigh.

Nalon slowly approached, sniffing at the two of them. Ila growled, but he went straight to Cal and started cleaning his blue and red cock until it vanished into its sheath. Then he turned and started cleaning all the sexual fluids off Ila's cunt. It felt so pleasant that she released a spurt of pent up cum from inside her, allowing her bloated belly to rest a little. Nalon greedily licked it up, prompting Ila to slowly feed him with Cal's cum until her body had deflated enough for her to lie comfortably. She kept the rest of his precious cum for himself, hoping that her body would come up with more eggs to be fertilized over the next few hours.

If Cal kept breeding her like this it was very likely since knotting triggered her body into releasing hormones to increase the number of eggs. Pleased with herself and dreaming of large litters, Ila finally fell asleep.