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Brutus, a massive beast with ferocious fangs which crowded his snout into a permanent snarl and vicious claws that could rend flesh from bone with the simplicity of a sharp knife, gave a massive grunt. Muscled exterior bulging with the effort, the seven-and-a-half-foot-tall wolven berserker hefted the fallen tree with great effort, sweat pouring from his straining, predominantly charcoal-colored body with the exertion required to accomplish the Herculean feat. Burdensome load secured across his broad shoulders, a bassy growl rumbled from his chest like distant thunder, signifying his displeasure. "I knnooowwww, but it's not like I can even budge the damn thing," came the much higher-pitched response from somewhere down around the monstrously large beastman's waistline.

A far lesser figure ran circles around the powerful berserker's towering form, checking for imperfections in the steely grip or balance of the fallen tree trunk. The silver-pelted wolf, no more than four and a half feet tall at best, carefully observed the way his bondmate sagged ever-so-slightly to the left. "No, no, push it the other direction," he pleaded! "You'll get no more than half a pace along towards the village before you lose your grip and drop the damn thing!" No one could truly make a giant wolf like Brutus do anything, and the berserker did have quite a reputation for being particularly stubborn, but he was more apt to hearken to his minuscule handler's requests.

A long, incomprehensible utterance came from the giant berserker. With each step, his footpaws sank inches into the soil beneath the crushing weight, ragged gouges being left in his wake by sickle-like toeclaws. "Well I didn't request we be put on tree duty," Kal snapped back waspishly. "I don't enjoy this any more than you do! What if you dropped that log on me? What if you dropped it on yourself!" Pausing in his slow, methodical stride, the great beast's gaze dropped to look down at his tiny companion. After a moment, Kal crossed his arms tightly across his chest and huffed. "Okay, but it could happen," he retorted to the silent stare.

Thus the mismatched pair continued about their day's labors, albeit with Brutus doing most of the actual laboring. Kal assisted where he was capable, but the oppressively intense labor of a berserker was far beyond the runtwolf - a fact both bondmates were well aware of. Nobody in the tribe knew quite what Brutus' origins were. When queried, he would simply give Kal the enigmatic response of 'North', whatever that meant. Or so the little wolf reported to the tribe leader; being the only one in the entire tribe which could somehow communicate with the giant creature made Kal's assertions on his partner's behalf dubious. Yet, the hulking beast tolerated the insignificant runt best of all - seemed fond of him even.

That fondness was ultimately what caused the pair to be bonded together. There was never any question about the fate of the giant from the North: if he remained with the tribe, he would become a berserker. A fearsome and terrifying presence on the battlefield, a force of nature given physical form and unleashed like a tornado of rampaging destruction. A berserker was not an ally in battle, it was a rampaging monster that you pointed at your enemies and stayed well clear of; once let loose, only one thing could stop a berserker: a handler. And not just any handler, it had to be their handler.

But Kal? Kal the Tiny, Kal the Insignificant, Kal the Weak, no one would have ever predicted that he'd become bonded to a berserker - no one predicted he'd ever be useful for much of anything at all. Runtwolves were a breed unto themselves and they were commonly scorned for their meager stature; the smallest 'regular' wolf was still a head or more above the tallest runtwolf. Those runts that proved themselves often became skilled artisans, replacing size and strength with creativity.

But not Kal. No, he had been nothing before Brutus came along. Runts with no proven value, they were called Rats - and treated like little more than the rodents they were named for. A Rat could hope for someone to take pity on them, and they often ended up as little more than servants or free tail for a tribe member with enough food and space to afford a freeloader to clean their home, prepare their food, and warm their bed.

Pausing for a moment and taking a look around, the little wolf gestured towards a pile of lumber near the corner of the village which could use another log. Other tribemates scattered as the lumbering lupine plodded forward, one huge step at a time, groaning and straining under the overwhelming load by this point. There were certainly few other beastmen, even among the other berserkers, which could sustain such a substantial task. With a massive grunt, the huge log crashed into the earth, followed shortly after by other pack members closing in to hew the timber into something usable.

"Bondless!" rang out a sharp cry from one side of the storage area, followed by shrieks of fright, the pack dropping their tools and fleeing from Brutus' towering form almost in unison. For his part, the goliath let his huge arms droop to his sides and passively remained in place; he adopted his best look of boredom, but his naturally-snarling visage was frightful at the best of times. "Right here," the runtwolf shouted urgently, waving both slender arms frantically over his head. "Right fuckin' here if you'd clear the goat shit out of your eyes," his high-pitched voice rose an octave.

"Bonded!" came the echoed response from a scout on the opposite end of the yard. "Yeah, his fuck-Rat is right here," a nearby wolf yelled out, sneering derisively down at Kal. "Hey, you can't-" The retort was sharply clipped as a huge paw suddenly settles atop the runtwolf's head, long claws gently stroking through the platinum-silvery fur. There was a rough growl and Kal was suddenly face-to-face with his giant bondmate's loincloth. The aggressing packmember broke out into laughter, but quickly fell silent and shuffled away as the berserker's snarling glare turned towards him.

The giant wolf's loincloth naturally bulged out with the enormity of its contents, but at the moment the protrusion was even larger than usual. A smaller lump rested towards the top of that bulge, a bone piercing Brutus wore just for his little partner. The insides of Kal's ears turned deep red with his blush, his small paws on either muscular thigh and trying to reverse direction. "Nuh-not out here," the runt whined plaintively! There was a glowering rumble and Kal glanced around frantically, responding back in a hushed whisper, "Don't say things like that in front of everyone!"

Although not forcing the matter, Brutus turned his huge, head down towards his lifelong companion, and Kal knew he was leering - even if nobody could tell it by looking at the brutish male. What anyone could plainly tell, on the other hand, is that the two had been permanently linked by a bonding ceremony: all berserker-handler pairs were branded with a symbol indicating they were property of the pack, and then those permanent markings were dyed a different color for each pair so anyone could determine at a glance whether a berserker and handler belonged together. Brutus and Kal wore matching violet markings on each of their chests.

None dare separate berserker and handler, and indeed it was against the law of the pack for them to ever be separated, either willingly or unwillingly. Both members of a separated pair - or 'bondless' as it was called - experienced significant physical pain and tremendous emotional turmoil. Worst of all, a berserker missing it's handler would inevitably go on a mindless rampage before long - and the only thing that could stop a rampaging berserker was their handler.

The Ceremony of Bonding permanently linked berserker and handler, enforcing a psychosomatic dependence upon one-another. Most bondmates did not operate together nearly as well as Kal and Brutus; they shared a special connection which was unusual, to say the least. They couldn't explain the powerful affinity between the two of them, it was like a magnetic force kept them together, even from the moment they first met. Many bondmates saw their enforced fellowship as a challenging obligation, some even viewed it as a curse or punishment. But for Brutus and Kal, the Ceremony had given them something special: the right to never be separated. Well, that and a matching set of brands; Brutus didn't seem like he could care less but the runtwolf was none too pleased!

Brutus was again encroaching on Kal, his massive body looming overhead, pressing in closer and closer while he sniff-sniff-sniffed deeply. Suddenly, the small wolf had been plucked right off the ground by his scruff, his own meager loincloth ripped from him and tossed on the ground, and the runt was being bodily carried away by his nape. Lifted high in the air, a huge digit from the giant wolf's other paw was rudely fingering his bondmate in front of the rest of their pack while swiftly transporting him back to their stone hut. "Get back here, you rat-fucker," an angry voice shouted after them! "S-sorry, Brutus says we're leaving now," the distressed runtwolf called back!

Kal's meager stature was made more comical by his ample tail, the fur covering the appendage fluffy and downy to the touch. A tail which was currently wagging furiously as he was whisked away to care for his partner's natural desires - and his own. "Everyone is watching," the runtwolf whined piteously, The giant, amorous beast grunted in response. "No, I don't want to put on a show," his little prisoner retorted!

Jeers and ridicule followed them back through the village:

"Ugh, again."

"Rat-fuck's balls must be on fire!"

"Shocked that hole's still in one piece."

"Those two fuck more than they work!"

While everyone else judged the colossus to be both stoic and passive, his pint-sized partner would estimate that Brutus was the most foul-mouthed, lecherous member of the entire damn tribe! Brutus seemed to think of little besides eating and rutting, and he was always ready to empty his prodigious sack once more. The bawdy remarks he would make at the worst possible times, always directed at Kal but sometimes also including those around them, set the little lupine's ears alight. No amount of embarrassment or pleading on his compatriot's behalf could get the wanton beast to stay his ribald remarks - and in fact, might have caused him to behave even worse!

Nobody really understood Brutus' origins, but he definitely hailed from a disparate society that treated most matters very differently; in many ways, he was an alien creature among the tribe. Towering over all the other wolves, and with the strength of several of the mightiest warriors combined, the titanic figure's ears could even be seen poking up over some of the buildings. And that digit currently buried between Kal's thighs was as thick as most of their dicks. The runtwolf knew that personally from his prior vocation giving the real warriors warm comfort in exchange for food and a sheltered corner to sleep in, as many Rats ended up doing.

But that was the past, and at the moment Kal was occupied with trying to cover up his midsection with his oversized tail. A feat which would be more easily achieved if Brutus wasn't eagerly plunging his massive digit into the bitch's abundant spade. While not all runtwolves were aptly endowed, it wasn't uncommon, and it was unquestionably true for Kal. Which, when you had to contend with a partner the size of Brutus - a challenge no one else in the clan had! - was certainly a substantial boon. That boon was presently convulsing all over the berserker's clawed appendage, slick juices squirting from the rat-wolf being held aloft and leaving a scent-trail across the ground.

The silvery lupine found his forced public climax quite humiliating - although it was pleasurable all the same! His core was rapidly heating up with the sustained assault upon his black-fleshed tulip, the sizable petal beginning to yawn open of its own accord, gradually becoming a bit larger... and Kal panted uncontrollably. Brutus emitted a low rumble overhead. "Nuh-no! Surely not already," Kal gasped out, panting raggedly. Harsh cackling chased after their retreating forms as the little bitch was shepherded home. The ungainly club of flesh protruding from between the amorous stud's thighs, having completely overwhelmed the confines of his loincloth, guided them back.

It's not that Brutus had no regard for his partner's feelings; the foreign beast simply didn't consider circumstances in the same manner that other clan members did. Much in the same way that the giant berserker didn't care what their packmates said of him, he didn't care what they said of his little lover. There were more basic instincts which Brutus rated above other concerns: survival, eating - mating. That being said, he'd absolutely brook no threat to his runt's physical well-being! Any who dared harm his little Knot Pocket - as he was fond of calling his lover - could anticipate the full fury of an enraged berserker for the paltry seconds they had left to live.

A lone figure followed them curiously, guided by the sounds of the distressed runtwolf, the obscenely loud 'schlick-shluck-schlurp' of that thick digit rooting around the bitch's slick spade, and the heady aroma of horny wolves. The entrance to their stone-walled abode was gates only by a thick piece of trimmed hide which Brutus brushed aside; the simply drape would do little to isolate the furious cacophony they were about to unleash upon the clan's ears. It did even less to prevent intrusion.

Not even bothering to remove the garment which was doing nothing to shield his non-existent modesty, Brutus cleared the breadth of the sparsely-furnished interior in two massive steps, then promptly pinned his bondmate to their single, large bed cushioned by furs and hides. No room was given for questions, for protests, for indecision: the giant's snout tilted and locked fangs with his needful cock socket's teeth, and an enormous tongue completely consumed all the space inside Kal's muzzle, effectively silencing him beyond a loud groan! Already twitching and squirming from the relentless assault on his blossoming tulip, the runt could do little besides swallow the huge appendage bullying its way down his throat while bitch-juices dribbled out all over their bed; Brutus would make him wipe it up later. With his tail or his tongue.

One burly paw wrapped around the tail-cuff worn tightly up against the base of Kal's tail, which kept it constantly elevated - something which Brutus delighted in and which he received no small amount of harassment over - and used his grasp to force those hips upwards. The intimidatingly large mast of dark red breeder flesh 'thwopped' down over the pinned bitch, the fleshy mass running half way up the runt's torso and proceeding to squirt the underside of their interlocked snouts with the berserker's undeniable desire. The lone clansman peered past the drape, Kal completely obscured other than his large tail hanging on the floor and little feetpaws poking out around the massive beast's sides. A single paw was wrapped around the observer's length, stroking himself feverishly.

Those powerful thighs shifted back a significant distance, drawing the huge slab of wolven masculinity into position like loading a crossbow, slotting the tapered end into the much smaller runtwolf's eagerly yawning vulva. Saliva rained down sloppily, binding to faces and the sides of jaws, as the kiss was broken. Quavering, high-pitched panting and moaning became immediately obvious - though only for a moment. A meaty paw closed in and Kal immediately shifted his head upwards, surrendering his throat; it was triumphantly seized and his vocalizations quieted once more.

The muscular posterior visibly tightened and there was a lewd squelch as Brutus drove himself deep without hesitation. A strained squeal was all the bitch could manage as the broad palm tightened on his throat: the massive beast looming overhead spoke for both of them, panting and growling in desperate need. Those little footpaws lifted with the thrust, the toes spreading as far apart as possible and visibly trembling. While their visitant couldn't precisely understand those vocalizations, Kal was going lightheaded in delight between the powerful fist slowly clenching and unclenching around his throat, barely allowing him to breath, and the horribly depraved things his partner was suggesting to him. Nor could the intruder see the plump spade, stretched out absurdly upon the titanic wolf's wrist-thick girth, squirting all over their chests and thighs - although a dribble of fluid appeared around the pendulous sack, trickling down the smaller creature's tailbase and all over his tail-cuff.

Without warning, the berserker's glowering visage swung around, massive body leaning over and twisting around slightly at the midsection to face their guest without missing a single thrust. The moment stretched on for painful seconds while Brutus slowly demolished the hole under him, huge testicles slamming into the upturned rump repeatedly like someone using a meat tenderizer on a stubborn piece of protein. The squelching sounds grew more obnoxiously loud with every thrust as one orgasm after another was ripped out of the poor, trembling cuntrunt, and the wanton stud never slowed for a moment. Driving thrusts were dragging Kal to the edge of sanity, taxing his body and his mind. Brutus didn't pleasure his partner; he took him out to the precipice of ecstasy and recklessly tossed him off the cliff.

Giving a loud grunt, the insatiable stud turned his head forward to stare down and watch his delightful, little Knot Pocket turn into a mindless puddle of lust - but his tail elevated behind him. Not a request. Landon took a cautious step into the small, stone edifice, throbbing member still in hand. Unable to control himself, the always-lecherous warrior stroked faster and faster as he approached. But he knew just what that raised tail meant. Knees hitting the ground, the red-haired wolfman obediently buried his muzzle beneath the massive beast's tail.

Muscular buttocks surrounding his face, he could feel them tensing at the pounding, at the tightly-restrained desire. From this special vantage point, tongue lathing all over the hot, tense rim, dipping down to drag along the ample, tightened sack - Brutus could cum at any time. Any time he wanted. This wasn't breeding; this was Domination. This was a conquest, a bestial warrior of legend bearing down upon his quarry and ravaging him to the point where there would never be any question about who was conqueror and who was conquered. A tale to pass on to future generations about how they were made.

Forsaking his own throbbing desire - which hardly needed manual tending in this particular situation - Landon brought both paws to bear and reverentially hefted the prodigious sack hanging before him. The tension contained within them was palpable; the churning heartbeat of life seated within yearning to burst forth in a glorious culmination of shared existence. The iron bracelets weighing down his wrists couldn't compare to the overflowing authority situated within those flourishing rocks.

Snout snuggly burrowed against the base of the demanding stud's tail, the end of Landon's snout grazing the pert pucker while his long, slick tongue wormed within. Pushing past that tight ring of muscle was rather challenging thanks to the fierce clenching caused by Brutus pounding forward in a rapid, staccato rhythm. And even once that appendage found purchase within the hot hole, it was pinched and yanked on by just how unyielding those confines were. The Northern wolf's backdoor was just as demanding and uncompromising as his personality.

At the moment, Brutus was set to a task and Landon was abandoned to his rear post, which he dutifully tended to with all the honor and respect the mighty beast deserved. Short gasps periodically echoed beneath the monster - not in time with the pumping of his hips but with the regular constriction and then relaxing of his powerful palm around his little bondmate's throat, working Kal's lungs like a master blacksmith at the bellows. On more than one occasion, the runtwolf had described this as seeing the universe, and he was definitely seeing the universe: stars and swirling voids and comets winked in and out of existence around his partner's beautiful, fearsome face as the little lupine neared his breaking point.

Landon could feel that the domineering brute's endurance was coming to a head as his thrusts gradually lost some degree of cohesion. That swollen sack, so eager to spread its voluminous seed, had tucked up tighter and tighter to his core. The thrusting stopped and the whole lot of them had come to a sort of cliff together, looking over the edge and staring into the abyss.

Kal's little paws were on Brutus' face, stroking him slowly, tears of frustration in both their eyes. The giant's paws set on the bed, framing the smaller lupine but no longer with the same iron will as his bondmate calmed him. "We can't," rasped the runt, his voice not fully recovered from being methodically choked. "We aren't allowed. We aren't allowed to breed." There was so much sadness and resentment in that meek voice. Brutus was slowly backing out, inch by inch.

This was an injustice Landon could no longer bear. Those paws gripped the tight sack and his tongue rammed deep - forcing itself all the way in, to jab and prod the mightier warrior's prostate. Halting his retreat, a strange look came over the berserker's usually-frozen facial features, a sort of perplexity which Kal had rarely seen. A blink, and the brute was turning his face down to look at their primal junction.

Landon rammed his tongue in once more, viciously forcing the ferocious monster to spill his load! It wasn't much, a trickle as far as what the massive creature with his bounteous assets could provide. Yet he could feel the pints of fluid slowly winding through his enormous tube, building up in places before continuing to advance in a slow but undeniable march. More and more of the life-giving elixir trickled into his partner. Those taut testicles were throbbing at a powerful but leisurely rate as they disgorged a paste-like substance so thick and viscous that one could use it as an adhesive.

There was a brief, rumbly growl over both their heads. "What do you mean too late?" came a concerned gasp in response. The gooey semen dripped slightly out around the non-existent space between that brutal shaft and the stretched-out spade. The tension returned to the stud's body all at once, his gaze - unreadable by most - hardening. There was an even deeper growl, commanding, authoritative. "Wh-WHAT?!" came a cry of disbelief, clipped off as those powerful hips suddenly surged into action and Landon could feel the gush as the nutsack tensed mightily and then relaxed, could feel the monster's dam bursting from his tongue prodding at the prostate.

Hulking body hunching down far further than it seemed possible, plaintive cries of delight and shock barely escaped out around the moving wall of flesh. The orgasmic convulsions of muscles working to pump a gallon of virile breeder seed right into the bitch's womb was more audible for their guest. Heaving forcefully, those melons jerked up and then came down crashing down heavily into Landon's paws repeatedly, the force and weight of each convulsion such that he could barely hold them.

Huge paws shifting around, Brutus grabbed Kal's ankles and pinned them to the bed up over his partner's head, folding his bitch completely in half and also keeping that ass elevated in alignment with his prodigious staff. Each wanton thrust overwhelmed the capacity available within the smaller wolf's meager form, forming a slight bulge on his belly and displacing volumes of fluid already deposited by those generous breeder balls, the fluid spattering chaotically across the bed and floor - as well as the two lovers. Withdrawal set up each following, increasingly messy thrust, the suction created by their union vacuuming juices in to fill the vacated space. Completely smothered beneath his partner's overwhelming rutting, the poor runt could do little but twitch and gasp and convulse. Despite his size, the heated canine provided an impressive quantity of his own nectar to the mingled fluids, though lost among the greater amount of syrupy emissions, the entire concoction whipped into a frothy mixture.

Those fluids continued to spread out around them, the amassment of juices coating the bed around Kal until they were spilling from the sides. Kal's limp tail, Brutus' feet, Landon's knees: soon, they were all covered to various degrees of the mating couple's passionate effluent - not accounting for the fact that the little bitch-wolf was laying in a large puddle of the nutslop at this point. The flow continued to be fed by the feral rutting and the seemingly-endless offering Brutus provided. At the base of his fleshy battering ram, a massive bulb the width and breadth of two fists engorged, its presence threatening in its enormity. The extensive ball of flesh made a loud 'thucka-thucka-thucka' sound as it mashed up against the overoccupied spade, far too wide for the undersized bitch's hips to possibly support.

Landon failed to notice that, motivated by the massive canine's substantial peak and the spasming of that prostate and those roiling testicles, he had blown his own load all over the ground right in front of him, his fluids joining the greater morass. While certainly not as vast as the berserker's yet-ongoing orgasm, their clanmate's ejaculation was remarkable in its own right. At no point did he cease dutifully servicing the muscular behemoth breeding right in front of him, more intent on ensuring the obviously in-heat runtwolf acted as a proper receptacle for all the nutbutter being fucked into him. Well, for as much of the nutbutter as he was capable of accommodating, anyway!

Drilling deep within the breeding canal in front of it, the relentlessly pummeling tapered length forced the runt's body to conform and contort as required to welcome the devastating fucking being delivered without a sign of waning. The pointed length repeatedly jabbed up against the cervical opening, each ruthless thrust causing the weakening barrier to flex inward further with an internal creak of protest; this intrusion would not be denied. The very end of that meatspear stabbed past the gateway to ensure raw, unadulterated seed shot directly to the back of the already semen-saturated chamber. One broad paw wrapped around the brood-bitch's shoulder, long claws slotting neatly into well-traveled mating scars. Pups had been ensured by the first lackadaisical dribble into Kal's fertile pussy, the rest of the act was almost a performative art.

Motion finally ceased, Brutus squeezing Kal in his arms, leaning in to nuzzle and lap affectionately at his partner's face and head. For his part, the smaller wolf lay in an insensate daze, colors and lights still swimming through his vision. Dozens of orgasms had been torn from the needy snatch, to the point where it still fluttered and convulsed from overwrought muscles mindlessly attempting to massage additional cream from the rod buried within. Landon's hot breath still washed over the berserker's muscular backside, his tongue having withdrawn but still kissing and licking reverently at the immense balls cupped in his hands.

There was a disgustingly obscene 'SCHLURP' as Brutus raised himself up and unslotted his rampant girth, a huge gush of thick cockslop erupting from the vacated hole and splattering all over the floor; the demolished snatch gaped open, a yawning cavern acting as a testament to the giant wolf's physical capabilities. The prodigious length, still projecting forward, throbbed angrily with need, completely plastered in the remains of the prior session. One paw still hooked into the old mating scars forever committed to his bondmate's shoulder, the other seized Landon by the scruff, butting the iron collar he always wore out of the way, and yanked the six-foot tall warrior off the ground with all the ease of a parent handling an errant pup.

Landon was flung atop Kal's prone form while the berserker, clearly the one in charge here, growled and grumbled his desires over them. The red-haired wolf was forced forward, muzzle mashed into the well-bred bitch's face - and, surprisingly, his little friend began kissing him. Slender arms, still weak and trembling from the ordeal he had just been through, reached up and embraced their caller, nuzzling and licking all along the front of Landon's muzzle. At his backside, the lustful stud had gone from grasping the other male's scruff to instead gripping his tail, yanking the appendage well out of the way and pinning it firmly to the gray-pelted lupine's back. Poking around aggressively at Landon's cleft, that monstrous member bullied its way inside, aided only by the plentiful emanations still covering it from stem to stern.

Eyes wide, a yelp of alarm was forced from his throat as many plump inches of berserker-cock quickly buried into his tight ass. No mercy was offered as the male was held in place and a rough thrust saw many more inches surging into that tight rectum. “My Prince, Brutus thanks you for your assistance and offers this reward," the little wolf trapped under the two larger bodies whispered. Kal had always insisted that his bondmate was exceptionally well-spoken, but there was a distinct lack of evidence to demonstrate that claim; most tribe members simply accused the rat-wolf of wasting words. That they were tacitly accusing him of also lying was well-understood, but the words of an unproven rat were often dismissed anyway. Given their deeply emotional and psychological bond, the silver-pelted wolf might have just understood the Northern beast on a higher level.

None of which was helpful to Landon at the moment. “Try to relax, let him in," the little wolf soothed, stroking at the warrior's grimacing snout. Easier said than done when a dick the size of an arm is being crammed right up your ass. Much like Kal before him, it was now Landon's interior that was nonchalantly forced to conform to the turgid fuckrod. There was another incomprehensible vocalization as a couple more inches were jammed inside. “He says he's going to pulverize your bitch-button and make you feel like me," the runtwolf translated. Sharp pain lessening only briefly as the mast reversed coarse for a moment, it led to an even greater sting as it was rammed deeper. All the way through the wolfman's rectum, and then a sharp bend and suddenly his colon was being forced to surrender as well.

Despite doing his best to bear up under the assault, the Prince had his teeth grit and a few tears escaped from his amber eyes. Given no time to relax, it wasn't long before that titanic knot was squeezing itself against the warrior's muscular buttocks, and only then did Brutus finally halt for a time. The entire length was like a burning skewer running right up through the midst of the Prince's body, and he panted raggedly, a notable lump on his belly outlining the extent of that domineering wolfhood's travel thus-far. Landon hadn't even realized he was rock-hard once more from the many inches of steely girth rubbing over his insides. Every time the unyielding flesh moved, grinding over his tormented prostate, little dribbles of cum escaped from his own forsaken meat.

And then Kal's muzzle was all over him, teeth locking together, the runt's tongue exploring the inside of the Prince's mouth - just in time to help prevent a scream which would have been most unbecoming of a warrior. Brutus, grip firm, yanked back and then slammed forward, all the way up to his knot bashing against those rumpcheeks, testicles colliding with the far smaller pair in front of them. A low, chuckling growl came from overhead, and then suddenly the pound-pound-pounding started! Rather than moving his hips, the horny berserker was using his powerful grasp to manipulate Landon's ass back and forth over his excessive member, shoving the smaller warrior's hips forward before wrenching them all the way back to his belly. Refusing to let his Prince potentially embarrass himself with the mixture of cries and moans that would surely escape his throat otherwise, the silvery runtwolf deepened the kiss, greatly muffling the volume of that lusty melody.

The sounds were hardly necessary for any of the trio to estimate the sensations their lover was experiencing. Landon had been occasionally visiting Kal and Brutus for quite some time - when his rendezvous with the odd pair wouldn't bring the lot of them additional hardship. Few in the tribe had ever shown them the kindness and consideration that the Prince did, treating them as people rather than just tools. In that time, they had also come to understand their mutual desires; while they certainly weren't above pushing their packmate to his limits, the thought of bringing him actual harm had never crossed either of their minds.

So it was with the greatest enjoyment for the lot of them that Brutus proceeded to treat his Prince's hole like it was designed to hold enormous dicks, using that firm hold to yank the other warrior back and forth, working him along that pole as if the Prince was born for it. And that little stream of drizzling cum continued to ooze from the end of his shamelessly throbbing regal wolfhood. The bondmates were delighted to gradually milk every single drop from the needy girth, slowly and roughly forcing it out until it seemed there was no more to give.

That was when Kal finally broke their kiss and slid himself out from beneath the rutting males. Rolling to the edge of the sloppy bed, the runt climbed free of the mess - although it followed in his wake. Standing on unsteady legs, spent fluids poured from the lower end of his body to create a new puddle at his feet. Paying the devastation of their home no heed, Kal turned and kneeled before the Prince, stroking his muzzle with one little paw and devotedly gazing up at him with bright blue eyes. “Are you satisfied, My Prince?" the runt asked in his light, high-pitched voice. “Please remain with us until you are." Brutus supplied a particularly rough thrust, that massive ball of flesh punching between Landon's cheeks and demandingly kissing up against the plundered pucker. “We insist."

Closing in with his free hand, Brutus seized the Prince's shoulder in much the same way he held Kal's earlier, those fearsome claws of his dancing through his gray pelt and finding the spot he delighted in holding so tightly. But unlike with his wonderful Knot Pocket, the savage beast was careful not to dig in and mar Landon's flesh; the resulting scars would be both unmistakable and unmissable. There was no distinguishing mark across the entire clan that was even closely akin to the scars Kal bore on his shoulder. But there were, other more subtle reminders that his brutal lover enjoyed leaving behind…

Fangs like daggers, the Northerner's permanently-snarling snout jerked downward and clasped upon Landon's scruff, signaling the beginning of the end as those hips began ruthlessly pounding harder and harder. Grinding and shoving and thrusting, that knobby ball of flesh was gradually bullying the regal sphincter open wider and wider; its presence was undeniable, inevitable. Kal was forced back as their shared paramour was driven face-down into the fuckslop decorating the bed as Brutus brought only a portion of his weight to bear and folded the smaller warrior right over with even that much. Now was Landon's turn to see stars, swirling colors, and unidentifiable shapes swarming in front of his slightly-darkened vision, brought on by the extreme duress his tailend was experiencing.

For better or worse, there was no longer a choice in what was going to happen. Brutus had devolved into little more than a rutting animal, all guttural snarls and growls that his bondmate didn't need to interpret: they were nothing more than the animalistic sounds of a lust-crazed beast fucking his bitch. And at that moment, that's exactly what their fine Prince was: another conquest for the berserker's unslakable libido. Surrender was the only option.

His asshole was resisting surrender, and would be brutally beaten into submission. Every coinciding thrust was more vicious than the last - but even then, only a fraction of the potential contained within that massive body was being unleashed. If he so chose, the berserker could rend his lover in twain in an instant; but all the deadly berserker wanted to do was Fuck. All he ever wanted to do was Fuck, as his bondmate could attest to.

The colossal column of flesh piled into Landon again and again, forcing his sphincter to open further on every return. Landon was long since beyond the possibility of screaming as his asshole was violently abused, the pounding pillar repeatedly driving the oxygen from his lungs. On a single thrust, there was suddenly an unexpected pause, the strain growing too much: Surrender. Knobby knot popping inside, bite marks left on the back of his nape that would be covered by his fiery mane, claws dangerously gripping his shoulder; Landon's hole - his entire body - was claimed.

There was a horrible snarl overhead and a hot eruption volleying through his guts, viscous goop climbing up through the Prince's trapped form. Despite how much he shot out earlier, Brutus seemed to be just as generous during the second round! More and more thick, hole-clogging cockslop poured into Landon's form with the rising and falling of the berserker's intimating boulders, higher and higher it climbed through his anatomy. Unwilling to sit on the sidelines, the silvery runt was kneeling between the junction of males, nuzzling into the tight space so he could kiss and nibble at the bunched-up dick holster, his tongue playing with the piercing in his partner's sheath. In response, Brutus repeatedly hunched his hips and attempted to cram even more into the occupied anus ahead of him - there was no more to give and nowhere to go.

Continuing in an onslaught of gooey fluids, more and more semen was churned into the helpless Prince. At some point, Landon had squirted all over the ruined bed, for what little one could tell after the ruination visited upon it already. Throbbing dick just hanging out, he had no control over it; his prostate had been pummeled into submission as readily as the rest of his body, and that princely pole had no choice in hanging out; it would be trapped hanging out until his backside had been abandoned by the overwhelming staff stuffed all the way through it.

Eyes wide, the syrupy fluid slowly backed up his throat until it was being disgorged out of his mouth. Every heave of those testicles, every throb of that contained dick, more of the virile juice would cascade from the sides of his jaw. There was simply nowhere else for it to go at this point. And… it seemed the end of the flood was yet a long way off.

There was a low growl and Kal perked his ears, then started giggling. "Um- begging your pardon, uh-" Unable to remove the grin plastered across his muzzle, the runt was doing his best to maintain his composure. "... He says you feel more like a princess. He hopes you will give him many puppies."