The Wolves
Bolt had lived with the man in the forest and had almost never seen a bitch. There was no chance he carried any memory of mating with a female. And now, for the first time in his life, he had tasted real cunt.
He sniffed at Elion’s ass again, then pressed his nose straight against her anus—still slick with the man’s semen and piss. That scent told him this hole was fair game too.
“Ruff…… ruff ruff……!”
Bolt mounted her once more. This time it was her ass. Elion’s body, barely propped up on folded arms and legs, was dragged back into the same vortex of terror and pleasure.
……It’s going in again…… so hot…… no……
Bolt moved without hesitation. Having already claimed her pussy once, he was bolder now. His cock still hadn’t fully softened; it hung half-sheathed, red and swollen, the tip already free of the foreskin. Elion’s anus had been loosened by hours of rough use and the piss enema, yet Bolt’s size still overwhelmed it.
His front paws locked hard around her waist again. The full eighty kilos of his weight crashed down; her folded elbows gave way and skidded. Her upper body dropped until her chest nearly kissed the floor, ass forced high and locked in place. Harsh, ragged breathing rasped inside the full-head mask.
“Woof…… woof woof……!!”
It was a pleading cry, but to the frenzied dog it only sounded like a stronger invitation. He shoved his nose deep against her hole one last time, then drove his cock home.
Slick—!
“Augh…… ruff ruff ruff!!!!”
A sharp spike of pain shot up her rectum. The man’s hours of use had left her slick, yet Bolt’s length and girth felt as if they were ripping the entire passage open at once. The pointed tip entered first; the thick midsection followed, stretching the ring of muscle to its absolute limit.
Slap…… slap…… slap……!
His hips worked even rougher than they had in her cunt. The tighter grip of her ass drove him wild. Front paws crushing her waist, he pistoned like a beast fully possessed by mating instinct. Elion’s folded legs trembled violently; her knees scraped raw against the floor. Every yank of the chain snapped her head back; spit and tears mixed and ran down inside the mask.
Bolt’s knot began battering the entrance again—already swollen this time. It ballooned faster and harder than before, forcing the anal ring wide.
Thud—!
“Woof woof woof woof woof—♡♡!!!!!”
She thrashed her head and screamed as if her ass were splitting, yet the knot ignored her and swelled to bursting deep inside.
…My belly…
Her rectum filled with a hot, solid mass. The knot expanded once more; her sphincter clamped down on Bolt’s cock in a silent scream. Completely locked beneath his belly, Elion could only pant. Bolt stilled, gave a low growl of satisfaction, and began to empty himself.
Gush…… gush gush gush……
The volume was enormous—more, and harder, than what he had pumped into her cunt. Her belly visibly rounded as her guts filled. The pressure was so fierce that some of it leaked around the knot and ran down her thighs. From her convulsing pussy, piss and juices spurted in continuous jets.
“Hah…… hah……♡ woof woof♡♡!!”
She could barely breathe. Once again she was trapped until the knot subsided. Throughout that long interval tiny spasms and shameful anal orgasms kept rolling through her. The pain was absolute, yet the pleasure circuits Lowen had engraved still fired; her body answered on its own. Every time her ass clenched, Bolt gave a low bark and shoved deeper.
The cabin fell quiet again. Only the man’s snoring, Bolt’s heavy breathing, and Elion’s broken “woof…… woof……” filled the air. Bolt stayed mounted on her back, waiting for the knot to ease. His tail swayed slowly—the satisfied mark of a male who had conquered a female.
Perhaps twenty minutes passed before the knot began to shrink. As Bolt slowly withdrew—
Ssshhhhh—!
A massive flood of semen, fluids, and a little blood poured out at once. Her loosened anus left a sticky pool on the floor. Elion collapsed completely. Folded arms and legs could no longer hold; her whole body sprawled flat.
Even after the knot fully receded, Bolt remained draped over her back for a while, catching his breath. Having properly tasted a female for the first time in his life, instinct told him he wanted to show this bitch to “the rest of the pack.” Three wild wolves that had grown up with him in the forest—playmates since he was a pup, roaming the woods near the man’s cabin. They knew Bolt’s scent well; sometimes the man threw them scraps of meat and they came close enough to eat.
Bolt gave a low bark and took Elion’s leash in his jaws. The chain clinked free of the wall ring. The man was still deep asleep, snoring without reaction.
“Ruff…… ruff ruff!”
Leash clenched in his teeth, Bolt began dragging her. Even through the haze, Elion understood.
……If he drags me out like this…… it’s really over.
Her body was already spent; the folded limbs barely answered, yet she twisted desperately.
“Woof…… woof woof!!”
Her cry sharpened with panic. When Bolt yanked hard, she dug in on all fours, refusing to advance. Elbows planted, knees thrashing, she threw her weight backward. The collar choked her, but she kept fighting—rocking side to side, delaying every inch.
The moment he felt her resistance, Bolt reacted on pure instinct. For the first time in his life he was subduing a female. He dropped the leash with a low snarl and instead clamped his jaws on the nape of her neck—right where the leather of the mask met bare skin.
“Grrrrrrrr……!”
Strong teeth sank in. It hurt, but the skin did not tear. Bolt knew exactly how to settle rank—the clear signal every wild wolf or dog pack understood: You are beneath me. The crushing pressure on her throat froze Elion’s body. Breath cut off; the strength she had been using to resist drained away in an instant. Folded limbs trembled.
“…Whine…”
A tiny involuntary whimper escaped. As her air was stolen, only primal fear and her place in the hierarchy stamped themselves into her brain. Any pride of a dragon had long since been shattered; now only the rank of a hunting dog’s bitch-slave remained, and submission bloomed. She stopped thrashing. She simply panted, head slightly lowered, and shook.
Satisfied, Bolt released her neck and took the leash again—harder, more certain this time. The chain pulled; her body slid forward. She no longer resisted or cried out. She simply followed on all fours wherever she was dragged. Semen still leaking from ass and cunt left a sticky trail on the ground.
After about five minutes down the forest path, the scent of the wolf pack grew strong. A gray wolf appeared first, saw Bolt, and gave a small tail wag. Bolt dropped the leash, barked low, and shoved Elion forward—as if declaring, This bitch belongs to our pack now.
The wolves crowded in, noses working. The gray one mounted her back first; the black one pressed her legs down from the side and waited. The third wolf approached her face and tore at the mask zipper with its teeth.
Elion only trembled.
“Woof…… woof……”
No longer a dragon, she could only shake and hope for the beasts’ mercy.
They did not wait. When Bolt pushed her forward again, the big gray male climbed on first. His cock was already fully free of its sheath, red and swollen. He hooked his forelegs over her back and aimed straight for her ass. Still slick with Bolt’s come, the hole took him without resistance.
Slick—!
“Uuuuh♡♡♡…… woof woof♡♡……”
Her body lurched forward; her face smashed into the dirt. The gray wolf pistoned on pure instinct.
Slap-slap-slap……!
The knot ballooned fast, forcing the entrance wide.
“Woof woof woof woof♡♡♡!!!!”
Once the knot locked, her ass stretched as if it would tear. Her guts filled with another hot mass. The gray wolf growled low and began pumping. Ssshhhh…… ssshhhh…… The volume was so great her belly rounded again. Pressure forced some of it past the knot and down her thighs.
The moment the gray male’s knot subsided and he pulled free, the sleek black one mounted. This time he targeted her cunt. His cock slid between the swollen lips.
Slap-slap……!
The black wolf moved faster and sharper than Bolt. His knot swelled and completely filled her. Every time her body rocked, the chain jingled. The third wolf—the rough-coated brown one—could wait no longer. He tore the mask zipper fully open with his teeth and shoved his red cock into Elion’s mouth.
“Ruff…… ruff ruff……!”
“Ghk……♡♡♡!! Ugh-gh-ghk……♡♡♡♡♡”
Her mouth was stuffed full. Even as she choked she had to work her tongue. All three wolves began using her at once. When one finished, the next climbed on; sometimes two holes were filled together.
They took turns or shared her as if they had practiced. Each load of come made her belly swell further. She already looked pregnant; every movement made the heavy mass slosh.
Elion’s cries grew fainter.
“Woof♡…… ruff♡…… woof woof♡……”
Pain and pleasure, shame and crushing pressure mixed until her mind went white. She could not breathe properly; vision flickered inside the mask. Her entire body was a mess of semen, fluids, and dirt; the exhausted flesh only trembled.
The wolves never tired. Driven by wild instinct they mounted endlessly, unlocked, and thrust back in. Elion’s body had long since passed its limit. Her belly was so swollen breathing turned shallow; her joints were raw and bleeding.
At last, when the final wolf’s knot slipped free and he withdrew, Elion’s body collapsed completely.
“Hah…… hah…… woof♡♡……”
Tiny breaths escaped, then suddenly fell silent. Unconscious, Elion’s mouth curved into a strange, faint smile.