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The light of the full moon spreads its wonder over the forest. The quiet of the night is interrupted by the primal and dangerous sounds of two predators. Their growls and their huffing breaths keep all prey away for miles, but that is just fine with them. They aren't here to eat. They are here to satisfy another type of hunger.

If an ambitious viewer wanted to see what was happening, they could part through the foliage and find an enrapturing sight indeed. In a small clearing, lit by the moon, are two wolf-folk. Their furred bodies press against each other. One belly is down in the dirt, and the other riding on top of her. The male, a robust and young thing just hitting the age of adulthood, stares down to the back of the female's head, his teeth gritting hard, and his eyes burning with desire and frustration. The female, meanwhile, lets out the louder sounds, groaning growls, desperate howl, and whimpering.

He had been going at her for a while now. Lots of wolf-folk know that they are to expect the males to go for so long, but it had been hours, and yet, he didn't release. Her breasts had become quite sore already, and her sex, once dripping and wanting more, was getting tired. However, her mind had disappeared into the fog of total submission.

Just as the next hour begins to roll around, he lets out another gasp himself, gripping harder against her shoulders, letting his claws sink into her. His impressive cock, buried deep inside her sex already, swells, knotting her, keeping her from escaping, even though she would never think to do so.

The bitch writhed, her toes digging into the dirt, her hands grasping for any place grass or root to keep herself from slipping, but it was no use. She, like all the others, was raised to take on the most insatiable of wolfmen, but this one was something else entirely. When he swells up in her, he stretches out her sex, giving her a sensation of total helplessness the entire time.

Even with all of the rutting, he isn't satisfied. He wraps his arms around the female's fuzzy body and brings her up against his chest. He squeezes at her tits, his hands moving up and down along her body to play with each set. Still, the whole time, he uses his strength to thrust up into her, letting gravity shove her down further along into his cock. Before long, she's a mess with her eyes rolling back. Her tongue rolls out, and a loud and lewd howl fills up the entire night sky, sending the last of the birds and bats flying off while she spills over in orgasm.

But he isn't done himself quite yet and wraps her up in his firm grip when he feels his own climax arrive. He practically roars out when the cum takes over him, his dick flaring with that burst of energy, and he rockets out jets of cum up into her womb.

At first, it is a fantastic experience like no other for her, but soon, as the waves of cum keep shooting and shooting out of him, she starts to yelp and moan. Her stomach bulges from not being able to hold all of it in. It doesn't matter that his knot is buried inside her, plugging her up. The pressure of all that jizz filling her up just causes the two to shoot apart from each other.

The wolfwoman flies off of him, landing on the ground in an undignified heap, groaning as sperm oozed out of her womanhood. He sits back. Meanwhile, more of his stuff shooting out into the air, coming out of his spasming dick, possessed by the need to breed. He pants, his tongue rolled out, but otherwise finally satisfied with his ridiculous eruption.

It takes a few moments for him to recover, but when he does, he stands up and looks down at the whimpering pile beneath him.

He grumbles at the sight of the female beneath him. Like the unmated bitches of his tribe, she had once been confident that she could bear his children, but now, she just lays there, curled up, groaning, unable to hold in all of his seed.

"Better luck next time, eh?" Comes a voice from behind him. He looks over his shoulder to see one of his packmates, a smaller male wolf. "Sorry, it didn't turn out good for ya. She's not going to be having any pups like that. I've seen it too many times. You broke her."

The breeder sigs, bringing his paw up to his face and rubbing his eyes. "This is the third one this month," he growls. "How am I supposed to fulfill my duty if none of the females can keep up with me?"

"What can I say?" his buddy says, "you're a freak." He hops up and walks past him, patting his shoulder. "I'll take this one back to the shaman. Who knows? Maybe she'll pull through and get you pups, but I reaaaally doubt it." He leans over and pulls the wolfwoman up, who stares around with no regard as to where she is. "W... where am I?"

"You got the sense fucked out of you by the best stud in the pack," the smaller male says. "Lucky girl."

She sighs, leaning against his shoulder as he walks off with her.

The breeder is left by himself in the moonlight, collapsing onto a rock and kicking at the dirt. "I don't want to fuck girls into a stupor..." he says. "I just... want a mate who can match me when I turn into that fucking beast. Is there even a wolf capable of holding her own with me?"