Brunch
Dreams were awful sometimes! She groaned as she woke up. Her bed was almost as unpleasant as the dream had been. Blinking her way back to reality, her head spun a little as the dream washed over her one more time. Swallowing, she looked down at herself. Dreams didn't leave thick lines of drying dog seed in your fur, from knee to navel, matting your usually spotless fur against your thighs and tummy.
A sudden howl went up all around her, and her eyes sprang up from her body. She could feel shock and disbelief starting to well up inside her as her eyes took in the circle of huge animals around her. Some were sitting, others laying or sitting. All eyes were on her. The only wolf without his eyes glued on her was the biggest, the one that had bred her before, he lay curled up by the door to her home, his job done.
And bred her he had. She felt a sudden shudder run up her spine, sure that she was already pregnant with that huge animal's young. His thick cream was still dripping out of her stretched snatch, the bulge of her belly might have just been her imagination, but by the puddle of cold seed she was laying it, she wasn't sure.
She didn't have long to sit there in cold disbelief. A few heartbeats after that howl, the next biggest of the many male's was walking forward. She starting to crawl away weekly, left paw slipping in the mess, she fell back to the ground and looked up in horror at the wolf now standing above her. As she started to struggle away again, a growl went up all around her.
She froze, holding perfectly still. Her heat was still going strong, even if she was pregnant she wasn't sated, and she could smell her own scent, so it must be maddening to these wild beasts. The huge animal above her growled, and she did as she knew he was ordering. Her heart was sinking, but she could feel her sex quivering with anticipation.
As she rolled over under him, and pulled her knees under herself, she shivered. His sheath; for his huge member had at some point retracted while she slept slid along the cum-slick curve of her rump. For a heartbeat she felt the slightly moist tip of that sheath brush against her tailhole, and her ears perked. Bucking up and back, she lined him up with her already abused cunny and, rather gracelessly, impaled herself on him.
Whimpering, she was suddenly very thankful he was soft. She was tender from taking that massive knot, and even the lube of the litres of cum that had been pumped into her wasn't enough to make her comfortable. However, he was only a fraction his final size. It didn't matter after that first thrust anyway.
It was impossibly fast, her heart quicking the instant he entered her. Resisting was forgotten, the ring of will-be rapists forgotten, the pups surely growing inside her forgotten. To her heat-filled mind, the only thing that mattered at that moment was the quickly-growing shaft now pistoning in and out of her quivering snatch.
The male bit down hard on her shoulder, and she howled and came. She loved it, in that moment everything was easy. All she had to do was push back and lift her tail, and he made everything perfect. At that moment, with that huge wolf cock still growing as it slapped into her. Her juices splattered his balls and dripped from them. Her mind was flooded with pleasure, and a moment into her climax his knot slammed against her clenching cunt, sending a jolt of incredible pleasure up her spine as it slammed against her clit. At once she came again, this time hard enough to dig her claws into the ground and howl. Around his thrusting member, her cunny squeezed painfully tight, the male could not get his knot into her, and every time he tried he just ground against her clit, making her clench more tightly.
Finally, he lost control even without his knot inside her. His mouth left her shoulder and he joined her in her howling. The second he let go however, she slumped forward. His next thrust met nothing but air,and sent a burst of musky dog jizz all over her backside. He stood over her, hips bucking wildly and dog seed painting the quivering bitch under him.
She lay there squirming, her heat demanding she get back up and get her tail up, but her arms wouldn't move. The feeling of that seed splashing against her was like fire, searing her skin with a pain so wonderful it kept her climax rolling and tumbling. It didn't seem to matter how many times she clenched down around nothing, she kept wanting more, she wanted him inside her again.
Her fingers slid threw the cooling mess on her rump and brought a few licks of that sweet gift to her tongue. He walked away, utterly uncaring as he headed off to lay down in a shady spot under a tree. She watched him go, a tail of spunk leading the way after him.
The next male was only a few seconds away. He didn't wait for her to raise herself up out of the mess and present herself to him. He walked quietly up behind the panting wolfess, and bit down firmly on the back of her left shoulder. Her heart fluttered and her tail shot upward. She felt him press into her and once again, nothing else mattered.
He was fast and rough. His teeth drew pinpricks of blood as he took her. There was nothing small about him, and his already mostly full knot was anything but an exception. It beat against her clit and made her moan out loudly every time his hips clapped against her own. With a grunt, he forced that monster knot into her. Her head was spinning, her mouth was dry, and even her blind lust couldn't keep that softball size organ from making her scream when it popped into her.
Worse, a heartbeat later it pulled back out. Her hips bucked violently as it left her, but she wanted it back at once. She felt so empty as her cum-slick cunny tried to push back harder against every shift. She felt cum and her own mess dripping from her every time that knot popped free.
It still felt like a bad dream, her face smeared with the cum of wild wolves. It felt incredible, that knot slamming back into her, making her clit scream with pleasure. Within forty seconds of pushing his fat shaft into her once-tight cunny, he was done. His knot was stuck in her, and no amount of violent tugging and thrusting would change that. Soon he lost all control, and she joined him in pleasure.
Her hips were bucking wildly as her womb was pumped once again full of hot cum. His tip was nestled against her beaten and sore cervix, and she was once again sure her tummy way swelling as the pressure of the cum built. This time the seal never gave way, and he just kept pumping into her.
Slowly, he turned around, and there she was when exhausted, terrified sleep took her again. Pregnant and knotted to a wild animal, painted with jizz. Her tummy a little round from the huge mess of jizz inside her.