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Royally Screwed

Aisha relaxed in the crystal-clear stream. Her mother was nearby, washing off the dust and dirt from their travels while their personal guards surrounded their bathing site. The benefit of being royalty, though, was that they actually got to wash themselves. The guards had to keep an eye on the treeline to make sure the royal entourage would not be ambushed, and their handmaidens were too busy washing the princess and queen to care too much about themselves.

Her fiancé – well, fiancé to be – had already finished. Men simply didn’t seem to enjoy the little luxuries of life as much as women did, Aisha figured. But that was simply how the world was. Everyone had different motivations and desires. She knew one particular desire that her soon-to-be betrothed had, and that was to fuck her. He had been very insistent on it, but royal customs demanded that they wait until after the Ceremony of Joining, and so, he had no choice but to wait no matter how frustrated and pent up he got, which Aisha found terribly amusing.

She scooted over to a little rockpool by the side of the stream and took a look at herself. Oh, she’d need a thorough brushing when they arrived in the city, but until then, the sabertoothed tiger thought she looked acceptable enough, given that they’d already been traveling for two days. Her blue eyes were still clear, her tusks a perfect ivory white, and after a few minutes of bathing, all the grime stuck to her fur had come off, too. Good. She could hardly arrive at the city looking like some commoner!

“They tell me the wolves in the area are active, too,” her mother – who looked almost exactly like Aisha, only bigger and curvier after countless pregnancies – told her.

“Ooh, maybe they’re planning a marriage too? Something to consolidate the tribes?” Aisha replied. Gossip was a particular weakness of hers.

“Those brutes? Unlikely. I don’t even know if they do marriage,” her mother scoffed. “From what our scouts tell me, they simply… mate, and that’s enough for them.”

The wolves had been a problem on occasion. Though far less civilized than the various noble tribes of felines in the area, they were physically stronger. Thankfully, living in scattered packs, they had never managed to do more than conquer a few of the smaller villages and kidnap some of the victims.

The descriptions of what they did to those victims made the princess shudder.

“But at least we will be the shining light of civilization here,” Aisha’s mother continued. “Are you excited about your marriage?”

“A little nervous,” Aisha admitted. Her future husband wasn’t exactly the manliest cat she’d ever met. He was slim and lanky, and Aisha would’ve been lying if she claimed to be fiercely attracted to him. Still, the marriage was a necessity, a union between their tribe and a bigger one to the east, ensuring collaboration that would last for, well, hopefully forever.

“Mm. I understand, my daughter. I was nervous when your father and I were joined, too,” her mother reassured her. It was easy for her to say; the late king had been almost as muscular as a wolf, a true warrior, born and bred. It was also how he had met his end: managing to fend off a pack of ravaging wolves until he was eventually overpowered, which had left her mother in charge.

Meanwhile, she was about to get married to a runt.

“I just think it’s unfair, you know. The peasants and commoners get to choose who they marry, why can’t we?” Aisha muttered.

“Shh. What’s better, getting knocked up by some mutt who can’t even trace their lineage to the tribe’s founders, that you think you love because you’re young, or being bred by a pure-blooded noble?” her mother asked.

Aisha glanced at her fiancé again. There was that, at least. He was a true noble, and Aisha should’ve seen receiving his seed – and love, however much he truly had for her – as a precious gift. She didn’t really want to get pregnant to begin with, but that was her duty; it was part of the joining ceremony. She had known that ever since she hit puberty, and yet the thought didn’t seem any more appealing.

Maybe a somewhat more masculine partner would’ve done it for her. But then, this was her lot in life, and what she gained from it was luxury.

“I guess you’re right,” Aisha told her mother. “I just wish it could be different.”

“It can’t, not for us,” she replied, and Aisha nodded with her brow furrowed.

Little did either of them know just how fundamentally life was about to change, not just for the young princess and her mother, but for the entire sabretooth tribe.

“Well, I think that’s enough bathing for me,” the queen spoke. “You can linger for a little longer if you wish, I’ll head back to the encampment with half the guards, and we’ll pick you up soon. There shouldn’t be much in the way of danger here, at least not according to our scouts.”

She stood up to shake off excess water, fully naked, and all of her guard and handmaidens immediately averted their eyes. It wasn’t proper to stare at the queen, no matter how voluptuous her breasts and how wide her fertile hips were. One of the handmaidens immediately brought her a towel to conceal and dry herself properly.

Aisha laid back down in the cool water, submerging most of her curvy, feminine body while thinking about the future as the queen and her entourage walked away. Sometimes, she wondered how life would be if she wasn’t a princess. She probably would've already been pregnant at the tender age of nineteen, just like her mother had told her, except not by a noble. Probably by some handsome yet brutish warrior. But then, it’d be a life bereft of luxuries, punctuated by hard work and constant childbirth.

The latter was very much in her future as a woman regardless, but at least she’d never have to lift a finger if she didn’t want to. There was always someone there to do anything she wanted. All in all, bar for the lack of choosing her own partner, this was clearly the life that one of her noble bloodline deserved.

For a moment, Aisha almost drifted off, lulled asleep by the gentle sound of the stream. It was a rather warm, languid day, and with how long she had been walking, she figured she deserved a little nap too.

But then, one of her guards snarled out a warning. The undergrowth around the trees surrounding them rustled.

“Princess, up. We need to go. Now,” the guard warned her.

“Right now? But…” Aisha protested.

He gestured at her angrily. “Right now, your highness, unless you-”

And then a pack of wolves rushed out from the treeline, weapons drawn and charging the halved royal retinue. “Run,” the guard growled, and this time, Aisha didn’t hesitate. She clambered out of the stream, still naked. Her mother, further away, looked back exactly once before her half the guards pushed her long. A wicked-looking obsidian-tipped arrow flew only a few inches from Aisha’s head, as if to emphasize the danger.

Her guards stood their ground while her handmaidens scattered, and Aisha set off running towards the rest of them. The sabretooth tribe was better equipped, but equipment only mattered so much when faced with four opponents each, with each of those opponents both stronger and faster. Aisha refused to look back towards the sounds of battle, sprinting as fast as she could.

She was faster than the wolves, quickly leaving them behind. The problem arose when it turned out the wolves had surrounded them well before attacking. While they hadn’t predicted the queen’s earlier departure, they were ready for Aisha, and just as the naked sabretooth was about to get away, one emerged from the bushes directly in front of her. He – big and muscular – managed to grab her by the arm and pull her in, quickly securing the quite valuable princess, and before she could kick and scream, he jabbed something sharp into her neck.

Almost immediately, Aisha wobbled as whatever drug she had been injected with sapped the strength from her muscles. She struggled in vain for a good half minute longer, watching her mother disappear in the distance with her retinue, beyond the wolves’ reach, and then slumped into her captor’s arms as the venom properly took hold, dimming her consciousness to the point that it remained only as a distant pinprick of light.

After that point, Aisha was only vaguely aware of being carried in the opposite direction. Her weight was nothing to the barbarian wolves. She caught only a fleeting glimpse of both her fiancé and handmaidens similarly restrained to be taken away. Her guard, she did not see, but her mind was far too fuzzy to consider whether they had been slain or simply driven off.

Then, darkness consumed her entirely.

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When Aisha woke up again, she was in an enormous tent lined with fur rugs for sleeping. She was too groggy to realize what had happened for a few blissful minutes, until she tried moving and realized that her arm was tied to one of the tentpoles. Right. The wolves. Paradoxically, Aisha didn’t find herself terribly worried; they’d simply ransom her back. She was too valuable to hurt and too dangerous to keep, she told herself, and with her somewhat sluggish thoughts, that reasoning felt like it made sense.

The sabretooth struggled into a sitting position, using all of her willpower to force her weakened muscles to move. All of her handmaidens were here – unconscious, scattered around the tent, each tied to a pole just like herself – but she couldn’t see her fiancé anywhere. Maybe he had managed to fight them off in the end, Aisha thought. He was a noble, after all.

In the middle of the tent was a pit with a smoldering fire, the flames of which seemed almost purple, and the smoke likewise. It smelled like some kind of sweet incense, though the exact fragrance was quite unfamiliar to the cat. It wasn’t unpleasant, though. Some of the smoke escaped towards the sky – the tent was open at the top, and it seemed to be night outside – but a lot lingered inside, leaving everything looking hazy just beyond Aisha’s blurred vision.

The next thing she noticed was the wolves. When attacking, the barbarians had been wearing loincloths. Inside the tent, they were all naked. There were about twenty of them, laughing as they talked with each other, and every last one of them was sporting an erection bigger than anything Aisha had ever seen. Her tribe wasn’t prudish or anything. She had seen men naked and sometimes even hard, but the wolves were so big and imposing. The sabretooth didn’t see anyone who could’ve been below ten inches, many of them far bigger than even that, and they were seemingly completely comfortable and utterly shameless about showing their arousal like that.

Aisha shuddered with revulsion, perhaps even disgust, and yet she couldn’t look away. For several minutes, she felt almost hypnotized as her eyes darted from cock to cock, her body feeling unusually warm and hot.

Suddenly, a cool gust of wind entered the tent and snapped her back to her senses. Aisha straightened her back and fixed her attention on the wolves’ grinning faces rather than those terrifying cocks.

“Do you have any idea who you’ve kidnapped?” she called out, as loudly as she could muster, as pride and anger overcame caution. “Release me and my handmaidens right now or you’ll all assuredly die horrible deaths!”

That got a reaction from them, only it wasn’t the one she expected. One wolf chuckled, and the others followed suit, laughing at her threats, and almost instantly they were all howling and barking with laughter, which infuriated the young princess. They had dared to kidnap her, and now they were laughing at her, as if she wasn’t the most important woman of her tribe!

“As the princess and sole heir of the Sabretooth Tribe I demand to speak with your leader!” she screamed. “Right now!”

The laughter stopped, but only for a moment, and then it resumed, making Aisha see red. Before she could snap at them again, one of the wolves got up with a grunt and approached her. He was bigger than any of her tribe's warriors, and Aisha assumed that he was the leader, satisfied that her demands were being met.

Then, as Aisha opened her mouth to restate her demands, he grabbed the back of her neck and forced her onto his erect cock, driving the tapered shaft all the way into her throat. She choked and gagged around him, trying to push him away with her free hand, but he was far too strong, and rather than obeying her demands, he began to roughly fuck her mouth to the tone of the others wolves’ laughter.

Tears streamed down Aisha’s face. She could barely breathe at all with how hard the wolfish cock stretching her throat made her gag and retch. How dare they treat her like this? He didn’t even seem to mind her gagging, as every clench of throat only made him grunt merrily as he continued violating her.

Around them, the other wolves seemed to take that as a signal. Several of them got up to claim one of Aisha’s handmaidens for themselves. Screams of protest filled the smoky tent, only to be quickly silenced one by one.

Aisha pushed against the wolf’s hips, drooling all over herself as she tried to bite, only to realize that her jaws were too stretched open to have any kind of leverage to do so. Worse yet, even in the middle of that oral assault, she was becoming increasingly aware of how unwillingly horny she was feeling, as if her body was enjoying the treatment. She grew flush with frustration, slamming her hands against the wolf’s thighs again and again in an attempt to push him off so that she could at least cover herself, to stop them from staring at her leaking pussy.

Why was she so horny? It was never appropriate for a noble to be so visibly aroused, and doubly so when it was in the presence of these stupid, merciless brutes.

“Starting to get to them,” some other wolf grunted as he drove his cock deep into one of Aisha’s handmaidens. “This one’s soaking wet.”

It was the first time Aisha had heard them speaking her language, fluent but heavily accented. And that made it worse. It meant they understood what she was saying but simply disregarded it. She dug her claws into the wolf’s hips and with a snarl of pain, he finally yanked his cock out of her throat, leaving the violated sabretooth gasping for air.

“This one’s fighting it,” he chuckled, seemingly unbothered by her pricking his skin.

“Doesn’t matter, all these bitches succumb eventually,” another replied. “It’s what their bodies are made for. Look, bitch.”

He grabbed Aisha’s head and forcibly turned her to look at one of her handmaidens. Aisha didn’t remember her name – she had never bothered learning the names of commoners – but right now, she was on her knees, tears streaming form her eyes as a wolf fucked her mouth so deeply that Aisha could see throat bulging. And yet, her pussy was leaking, the unmistakable wetness around her inner thighs showing off beyond doubt that she was actually enjoying it, at least one some level.

Noticing that the so-called princess looking – or at least, being forced to look – another wolf dragged a second handmaiden into her field of view. This one’s tawny body was already streaked with red, having put up more of a fight than the others. He threw her to the ground, pried her kicking legs apart with his knee, and then made sure that Aisha could see his cock as it pushed it against her handmaiden’s pussy.

“That’s what they all want. What you all want, you stuck-up feline sluts,” her ‘partner’ growled. “You think you don’t at first, and then, you give in.”

“Look,” he commanded, and his tribemate thrust hard. The handmaiden yowled out in pain as his cock disappeared into her. The handmaidens were all required to be virgins, and now, the wolf’s thick shaft robbed that from her.

His cock was streaked with blood, even if it was only barely visible on the angry red hardness. Immediately, the wolf began fucking her in earnest, and as much as Aisha wanted to look away, she couldn’t turn her head as much as a single inch.

“That’s how you’re going to look before the night is over,” the wolf told her.

Aisha could see it. It only took a few rough thrusts before her handmaiden let out a moan. And then it got worse as he kept fucking her. Aisha could see her surrender; her struggling turning into pleasured twitches despite the reality of what was happening, her breath hitching and stuttering as the wolf’s cock mastered her pussy.

She wouldn’t let that happen, and she told her tormentor as much.

“Show some enthusiasm, princess,” the wolf growled, his voice heavily accented as he spoke the feline language. “It’s your whole purpose to get bred like a whore.”

Aisha was burning up with anger, but not only anger. Despite her fury and disgust, she was increasingly feeling the fire of arousal as well, completely against her will. Not so powerful that she couldn’t resist it with her royal willpower, but enough to make her constantly, painfully aware of it. Her cunt burned with a need to be filled, and no matter how much she hated the wolves and their enormous cocks, she couldn’t tear her eyes from the one that’d just been down her throat, still glistening with her saliva.

“Fuck you,” she growled. “I’m a noble! You can’t treat me like this!”

“Looks like you need a little more, then,” the wolf replied with mocking, scornful laughter. “Tell me, why do you think your slut-cunt is soaking wet? Why you’re fantasizing of having that whore belly fucked full of pups?”

Aisha shook her head. She wasn’t interested in whatever twisted justifications these wolves had for what they were doing.

The wolf, though, decided to explain anyway, clearly delighting in causing despair in the young cat. “The drug we knocked you out with has put you into heat. Your body is already primed for breeding, and we’ll keep it that way.”

“We’re going to eradicate your whole disgusting tribe,” Aisha spat, only to be ignored.

“And the smoke? That’s an aphrodisiac,” the wolf grunted, and he grabbed Aisha again by both of her arms, effortlessly muscling her down on her knees and pushing her towards the purple flames. “Take a deep breath and we’ll have you in a better mood.”

He held her face so close to the flames that her whiskers were singed. Aisha struggled in vain, the wolf’s arms far too strong for her to have any kind of chance. But she held her breath. She wasn’t going to be some broodmare for these barbarians, she just wasn’t.

“We got all night, bitch,” the wolf growled. “And by the end of it you’ll be spreading your legs for every warrior who wants to knot that pussy of yours.”

“F-fuck y-” Aisha groaned, only to realize that by speaking, she was wasting precious air. Worse yet, the smoke tickled at her nostrils, the scent sweet and seductive. She was already worked up, and if it got any worse, between the wolves' abuse and the aphrodisiacs, she might actually break.

Around them, all of her handmaidens had already succumbed. It made sense. They were only commoners, lacking the kind of determination that a royal had to possess. One was moaning at the top of their lungs, laying flat on her back with no attempt at resistance. Another had two wolves rutting into her, and a third was already leaking with their foul seed, evidently happy to have received it given the addled expression on her face.

All of them had been virgins before this, and yet their cries as they were getting fucked only sounded only like pleasure rather than revulsion and pain, as if they somehow enjoyed what was happening.

Aisha shuddered. She was determined not to join them. Not even once she’d been inevitably forced to breathe in the smoke. She would utterly refuse to accept them soiling her noble body like that.

There was a cool breeze as a wolf dragged someone else into the tent. Her fiancé, she realized, only catching him in the periphery of her vision. He was bleeding from several cuts, bruised and broken, and the wolf who brought him in kicked his legs out from under him and forced him on his knees as well.

“And this weakling is going to watch as we break you,” Aisha’s tormentor laughed. “He barely put up a fight at all.”

Aisha wanted to hiss something, but she couldn’t. Already her lungs were screaming for her to breathe in, and after a few more moments, she couldn’t fight it any longer. There was no point; if she tried to hold her breath any longer, at best she’d pass out, and then they could use her unconscious body for anything.

She breathed in, drawing the sweet smoke deep into her lungs and immediately breaking into a coughing fit as a result. The heat intensified tenfold. Her pussy clenched as pure raw arousal shot through her body, leaving her feeling even warmer and much, much wetter. It was almost addictive how good it made her feel, how needy and desperate. Aisha was left with a confused expression on her face, trying her hardest to fight those feelings, of heat and lust – physical, if not mental – as the wolf held her in place still, forcing her to keep breathing the drugged smoke.

And with each breath, she felt better. More conflicted, certainly, but better and hornier, her mind pried open and then quickly subdued. She tried to cling to the disgust, but suddenly her pussy was aching even worse, twitching weakly and leaking her warm juices down her legs shamelessly, as if she was just on the brink of a massive orgasm. Aisha had stopped coughing, her lungs getting used to the spice-laden smoke, a distant look in her eyes.

Someone took that moment to walk up behind her, and suddenly the woozy sabretooth felt a pair of hands grab her waist. They lifted her up effortlessly, leaving her paws dangling off the ground and her head still right next to the fire. Though dizzy, Aisha dug her claws into the ground to brace herself.

“It’s not all about the smoke, though. You know why you’re going to get fucked right there?” the other wolf asked.

Aisha shook her head, trying to clear out her increasingly lust-fogged mind to no avail. She was going to get… fucked? That meant one of the wolves would put their disgusting yet so alluring cocks inside her. And then they’ll fill her with their cum. And she’d get pregnant.

“It’s so you’ll keep pushing back against him,” he grinned.

Aisha kicked, trying to catch the wolf with her claws, but her body felt so drained that she could barely muster more than a nudge. The wolf laughed, and then she felt it, his cock pressing against her slippery lips. She moaned involuntarily.

“So eager for a real cock,” the wolf laughed.

“A real breeding,” the other commented, digging his claws into Aisha’s waist hard enough to prick and mark her.

I don’t even know their names, Aisha thought. “You c-can’t do this,” she choked out, trying her utmost to resist those new, carnal desires welling up inside her no matter how good the tapered shaft teasing at her folds felt. “I’m a virgin, p-please-”

To that, the wolf holding her replied by thrusting, rough and uncaring. His cock pushed into her without giving her any chance to adjust, spearing through her precious virginity and stretching her wide open. Aisha gave a pained yelp as she was taken, the shameful sting of losing her virginity to some brutish barbarian bastard sending a surge of adrenaline through her.

And even then, she was nowhere strong enough to actually pull away from him. His hips slammed against her ass, and the tip of his cock painfully jabbed against her cervix as his sheath bunched up against her lips.

“Mmh. Royal cunt feels like any other cunt,” the wolf grunted. “Hardly worth the price. Still gonna put some royal pups in her though.”

“N-no,” Aisha protested weakly. And yet, she couldn’t deny that, even with the pain, even with the intense shame and smoldering fury, it felt good. Her body rejoiced at finally being claimed by a real, strong mate. Even if it was someone who only saw her as a toy, a slave, something to be used and abused, all her body was concerned with was being bred, especially with the smoke addling her thoughts. And for that, any cock would do.

He began to fuck her hard and rough, completely uncaring of how she felt, only concerned with whatever pleasure he could plunder from her tight, wet, and vulnerable pussy. She was only a prize, after all. A treasure stolen in war, to be shared with the entire tribe as they saw fit.

And her fiancé was there to watch it all happen. Every time he tried to look away, the wolves forced him to fix his eyes on Aisha and her assailant again. Even worse for him, the smoke and the sight was starting to have an effect on him, and without a scrap of clothing on him, everyone could see that he was slowly getting hard.

“That’s right, your royalty,” one of the wolves laughed. He was bigger than the rest, with his body still covered in warpaint from the raid. Their tribe’s leader, no doubt. “Getting off to watching your future wife get broken in, are you? Gods, you cats are pathetic.”

He would’ve sworn vengeance on them, had he been able to open his maw, but with how bruised he was after the capture, it was too swollen to move, as was most of him. And so, he could do nothing but watch as the wolves ruined his future wife.

With that, the wolf turned towards Aisha again. “I think she’s had enough smoke now, bring her over here so I can use her throat."

“Yeah. Turns out being a princess doesn’t make you a good cocksucker. At least her cunt knows how to please a man.” the other growled. “You teach her mouth to."

With that, the leader turned his attention fully to Aisha. He pulled the sabretooth's head away from the fire with a grunt, aiming his rather imposing erection right at her while his compatriot was still leisurely using her other end. The cat’s face, in turn, was a blend of every possible emotion.

“Open up,” the leader commanded.

And Aisha did. She didn’t know why she did, but the lupine shaft ravaging her formerly virgin sex had her whole body trembling no matter how hard she tried to fight. She felt good, so very, very good, the rutting promising the kind of satisfaction that she had only ever dreamt of with her fingers knuckle-deep in her weeping cunt, the kind that her runt of a future husband could never really have given her.

And so, Aisha opened her mouth. Immediately, the wolves’ leader thrust his hard cock into her mouth and down her throat, only this time the cat didn’t immediately gag. Instead, her throat relaxed around him instinctively as the thick rod sank into her. Filled from both ends with wolfcock, legs and arms dangling uselessly in the air and supported only by their strong arms, Aisha realized that she was going to lose it. If she hadn’t lost it already.

She felt so utterly claimed. And worse yet, just like her handmaidens, her body was playing along, flooding her brain with absolutely mind-melting pleasure, enhanced by the aphrodisiac drugs and her induced heat. She was acutely aware of the shape of his cock inside her, the way her inner walls clung to it submissively, the way the pleasure forced her to clench and soak him with her juices. And as his cock slammed against her battered folds, she knew what was to come but couldn’t muster the will to protest against her impending insemination. Maybe she’d get lucky. Maybe she wouldn’t get pregnant, and maybe they’d let her go.

The other wolf’s crotch slammed against her nose. His cock bucked in her throat, and Aisha felt like she was going to choke and gag, but she didn’t. Instead, the abuse had the opposite effect. She wanted to please the wolf, if only to get him out of her mouth, even if it meant she had to swallow his seed. That’s what she told herself, at least, the final shreds of her dignity trying their hardest to deny the fact that she increasingly wanted to be used, wanted these powerful wolves to violate her in every way possible.

Aisha was losing herself. She knew that. But surrendering felt so good. The wolf’s fat knot slammed against her lips with a wet squelch that let everyone know how turned on she was, how much she was enjoying it despite not wanting to. But it couldn’t end like this, could it? This wasn’t the way a princess’ tale should end. Yet she couldn’t fight the approaching orgasm any more than she could hold back the tides. Her body was responding regardless of what she wanted, the pleasure surging from her well-used and stretched pussy, up along her spine and into her head, flooding her senses with submissive joy. Her reward for letting all this happen.

The leader’s knot strained against her lips, and the other against her pussy, seeking entrance by way of rapid-fire, frantic thrusts that left Aisha’s sex bruised. Soon they’d both be inside her, and the proud princess would be reduced to little more than a cum dump for these brutes. She quivered at the thought. She didn’t want it to happen, but it would.

With one final, rough thrust that made her squeal around the cock filling out her throat, the knot popped into her. Her eyes went side, her vision glazed with tears as wolf’s claws dug into her hips in an orgasmic paroxysm, and then, he throbbed inside her.

No no no no, she panicked. This wasn’t supposed to-

-and then the first pressured jet of warm, superior wolf-cum hit her defenseless cervix, and suddenly she felt like she was floating. Her body responded, once again, without any input from her, and her body convulsed in an orgasm of her own. Worse yet, the wolf kept thrusting as her eyes rolled back and her toes curled, and with a final painful jab he lodged the tip of his tapered shaft into her cervix and then through it – not his whole shaft, only the tapered tip designed to pry through the cervix – with the next rope of his seed erupting directly into her womb where it could quickly rape her eggs into submission.

That was the exact moment she broke. Being seeded while in heat was one thing. Receiving that seed into her very core was another. Aisha’s mind shattered under the pleasure, and even though she hung limply between the two wolves bar for her periodic spasms of pleasure, her pussy milked her assailant gratefully,

At the same time, the tribe’s leader’s knot finally slammed into her mouth, lodging his cock in her throat until he was done. And then he throbbed too. Aisha gurgled happily as she felt that virile, liquid heat squirting down her throat, not requiring her to even swallow, just as her pussy had no choice but to simply receive their seed. This was what she was. Nothing but a set of holes for the wolves to fill as they pleased, and a womb to breed with their strong offspring.

She came again, and again, several times in rapid succession, until her mind was completely blank except for the new and feverish need to please the entire tribe with her body. And so she did. Once the two wolves pulled out of her – one from her gaping, cum-soiled cunt and the other from her aching muzzle, Aisha was almost immediately on her knees, begging the others to take a turn. It took mere seconds before she was pinned against the ground as the next nameless wolf pushed his massive, wonderful cock into her sloppy sex, while another chuckled when Aisha eagerly licked his tip, lapping up his precum as if it was pure ambrosia. Then, she took him into her mouth unprompted, properly savoring the masculine, lupine taste for the very first time.

The last few tingles of anger, degradation, and shame faded as she suckled on him, kissing that slowly swelling knot just as her sex kissed the other’s knot popping in and out of her soaked, cum-adorned folds, slowly leaving her sex gaping more and more.

The night went on long after Aisha broke. After all, every wolf wanted to try her out, and so they did. She was fucked on all fours, on her back, her pussy stretched by two lupine cocks at once as she was bounced on their laps. From that moment onwards the wolves were even less gentle, clawing and biting her as they saw fit, and both Aisha and her handmaidens – now belonging to the wolves rather than to her – welcomed being marked as the chew- and fucktoys of their new, much stronger tribe. Soon she was loose enough for them fuck her with their knots, squelching in and out of her stretched cunt as she moaned encouragingly; for pleasure, pain, and to be further used.

At the end of it, she was covered in scratches and bite marks from her rough lovers. Aisha laid splayed out on her back, a blank look in her eyes as she absentmindedly toyed with her cum-soaked pussy, spreading herself a little to feel the deluge of wolf-cum ooze over her trembling fingers, and of course, to encourage the wolves to use her more. She begged for them to, even though most were utterly spent after having bred both her and her handmaidens, but that only made her want it more. She wanted them to keep breeding her forever, to completely extinguish her bloodline with their superior wolven seed.

There was little left of the once so proud sabretooth princess or any desire to continue her lineage rather than theirs, instead adding what little strength she could to theirs.

Her fiancé could only stare at his ruined future wife, as he had been forced to do for seemingly countless hours. And yet he had cum simply from watching her get ravished, a fact that filled his heart with shame; the seed that should’ve been fertilizing Aisha had instead been spilled on the ground and all over himself – without even getting to touch himself – useless and wasted just as he felt that he was.

With Aisha properly inducted into the tribe, the biggest of the wolves – their tribal leader, the one who had finally properly broken the beautiful cat – turned to her fiancé at the break of dawn and wiped his cock, still wet with Aisha’s juices and his own cum, clean on his scrunched face, marking him as well, though in an even less intimate way.

“We’re going to take as many of your women as we want,” the tribe’s leader told Aisha’s fiancé, whose face was still covered in his own cum. “Take that warning to your tribe. Actually, if our queen bitch wants it, we might take some of the men for both her and laboring, too. Just have them fixed so they won’t be doing any breeding.”

“Fuck… you,” the sabretooth growled weakly. “I won’t let you.”

“Perhaps I should tear your balls off right here. Make sure to save whatever cats you mount from the risk of having weak and useless offspring,” the leader countered. He splayed his fingers, showing off a set of claws just as sharp as the cat’s. “It’s either that, or you leave now, find your way to your weakling tribe, and tell them what I just told you.”

He winced, unable to find the bravery to challenge the wolf no matter how deep he dug into himself, and so, he stood up, the wolves pushing and kicking him all the way to the edge of their encampment. Even now, he couldn’t shake the image of his rightful fiancé leaking with their foul seed from his mind. And the wolves knew that he would be more pained by the memory of his failures than anything they could do to him.

He walked away with his ears splayed and face burning with shame, naked and helpless, hoping to find his way back. The wolves howled with laughter behind him.

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There was a rescue operation some nine months later, led by the queen of the sabretooths herself – along with Aisha’s shamed, supposed future husband – in an attempt to save her daughter. The latter, after trying to deal with the same of having chosen to simply watch as his future wife got violated and then bred repeatedly, rather than lifting a finger to save her, had grown consumed by self-loathing and decided he had to do something.

Furthermore, by kidnapping Aisha, the Joining Ceremony was unable to take place, weakening the feline kingdoms while several wolf tribes did indeed unite after hearing that one had caught a sabretooth princess, which of course, was a grand feat. And naturally, every wolf who heard of it wanted to try out what fucking royalty was like, especially one who had been so effectively reduced to a free use fucksleeve.

And so, the rescue operation failed. The wolves had been prepared, and the felines not so much, driven more by anger than any kind of real planning. The assumption had been that they’d simply march in and easily crush a small tribe of wolves, and instead they were swiftly surrounded and decimated before they could even commence their own attack, thanks to the wolves’ extensive network of scouts. Now, Aisha’s fiancé was missing – whether dead or simply in exile, nobody knew – and worse yet, the queen had joined her daughter in captivity.

Not that Aisha cared about any of that at this point, having been utterly broken and now rather accepting of her new life as little more than a broodmare for the wolves. Right now, she was pregnant with her second litter of hybrid pups. The wolves had a different policy than most; many might’ve disliked or devalued hybrids, but for the wolves, any drop of wolf blood made would allow them to be full members of the tribe.

Currently, she was on all fours despite being heavily pregnant with two pups nursing from her now much larger breasts. Behind her, a wolf was casually rutting into her sloppy cunt, soon to be followed by an entire line of wolves from various tribes, all wanting to try fucking a feline noble, used and broken as she was. Her hips and belly had both been tattooed with black pawprints, marking her as the property of the tribe, but she hardly minded that. This was, after all, her place now; nothing but a breeder for these handsome, seemingly endlessly horny wolves.

Her mother was next to her. She was still protesting as a wolf fucked her throat just as they had fucked Aisha when all this began, but even then, she was helpless to resist. Another was between her legs in turn, ravaging her royal cunt with the full intention of breeding her just like her daughter. Aisha’s own pussy clenched around the invading lupine shaft at the sight of it, almost jealous that her mother was getting to experience the same sweet bliss of getting completely ruined, broken, and bred.

She was on her back, her massive breasts swinging freely as she was unwillingly rocked back and forth between the two wolves, trying her hardest to stop them from inseminating her. Aisha knew, though, that after a few wonderful pregnancies and some year or so of getting constantly fucked, she’d understand how wonderful it all was. They’d even have matching tattoos. The thought made her clench harder around the cock pistoning into her as both her wolf and the one fucking her mother began to tense up, their rut-rhythms growing a little erratic as they worked towards their orgasms.

Aisha welcomed it. It was what her pussy was for, a perfect warm dumping place for all the sexy wolf-seed that they saw fit to bless her with. Her mother still protested, not yet having understood it. But she’d understand soon.

The other stud’s knot slammed against her mother’s folds. Aisha could only stare. With how many times she had already given birth, her tightness was no challenge for the lupine, who popped into her with a strained grunt, followed by another joyful, triumphant, dominant howl as his cock twitched inside the sabretooth in quick, inseminating rhythm. The queen protested, thrashing and squirming as much as she could, only for her muffled cries to quickly turn into choking as the other wolf flooded her muzzle with his cum, as well.

Aisha’s lover of the moment didn’t take much longer, and soon the tattooed sabretooth was moaning happily as her already leaking pussy was once again seeded with a load of fresh, precious wolf-cum.

Soon they’d be pregnant together. Even if Aisha gave birth first. It didn’t matter, sooner or later they’d both just be holes for the wolves to fill, dedicated puppy factories for the stronger tribes. And for Aisha, that was all her broken mind desired, cradling her hybrid pups against her heavy breasts as the next wolf took his rightful place between her legs.