Growling under your breath, you spin around, unable to resist the temptation to make use of your new backside. Liandra is confused for a moment, staring up at your unusually curvaceous white cheeks. Then they descend on her and she lets out a faint squeal as she’s smothered under your fluffy rump. Fwumpf.
You growl louder as her snout slides between your cheeks and brushes your tailhole. Instinctively you press down harder, spreading your ring over her muzzle as your cheeks smoosh into the ground to either side of her head. She grabs your thighs in an attempt to pry you off of her, but all that does is give you a pleasurable grope to your wolfy love handles. You wiggle your rear over her face, shimmying her deeper until her entire snout is engulfed by your colon. The worgen lets out muffled cries into your ass which vibrate your prostate, making your rock-hard shaft quiver and throb.
You briefly wonder what it is you were planning to do from here. Then your entire rear clenches involuntarily and yanks Liandra’s face up against your tailhole, making you yip in surprise. You almost decide to lift off of her, but then, out of curiosity, leave your rump hovering a few inches off the ground, her face still stick inside. With another automatic, slow, rippling throb, her entire face is pulled into your tailhole, folding her ears back as your ring wraps around her head.
Your ass is… devouring her? Is that even possible? You’ve already stretched way more than you thought possible with no apparent strain, and it all leads to the same system after all… You were intending on giving Liandra your puppies, but your rump clearly desires her more. If Yvonne wants her lover back that badly, who are you to deny her? There will be other females to breed. This is an experiment worth trying.
Another throb and Liandra’s entire head enters your asshole, your ring wrapping around her neck. She also seems to realize your booty is somehow swallowing her, and tries to pry herself out with her hands, digging her claws into your juicy white moons. You howl as your anus swallows up her neck and you sit down on her shoulders. Your sagging balls rest atop her luscious breasts, causing you to shudder as you attempt to wriggle her shoulders into your ass. You’ll have to find another female to impregnate after this, you realize, but for now you can simply enjoy the sensation of the busty worgen sliding past your prostate.
With a lift up and then a shove down, her shoulders are jammed into your asshole and her breasts slip past your balls into the embrace of your cushy rump cheeks. You brace yourself and, with another slam, those juicy mammaries are squeezed into your backdoor. The worgen’s head is now visible bulging out of your upper groin, her upward journey through your bowels stimulating you in the most exotic of ways.
Now that her breasts are taken care of, the rest of her torso is easy work; all you have to do is sit down onto her and her slim belly slides right in. Soon her entire upper body is encased in your intestines, but you’re forced to change your strategy when you reach her hips.
With a grunt of effort you shift your weight forward, dragging your rump and its prey off of the ground. You raise your ass to the sky with Liandra’s lesser rump sandwiched between your squishy white moons. You hitch your booty forward and then circle around in a scooping motion in time with a powerful clench. Liandra’s pantied rear is sucked between your cheeks and squeezed almost completely into your tailhole. The worgen’s legs are forced to stick straight out as her hips slide into the tight embrace of your rump. Her legs kick wildly, much like her partner before her, but nothing can stop her descent into your all-devouring booty. You pant and growl as she stretches your body from the inside, sagging your gut lower and lower with her wiggly form. Her knees, calves, then paws disappear into your rear end and you let out a pleasured little howl as your anus squeezes shut behind her. You collapse onto your belly, tongue lolling out as the worgen girl wiggles as much as she can within the tight grip of your bowels. You involuntarily begin to buck your hips into the bulge she makes, imagining yourself mating her, getting your shaft to wobble and release a spurt of precum. You whimper as pleasure surges up your spine, but you force yourself to stop. You can’t spill your seed here, you need to knock up a worthy mate with it! You’re the last hope of your species, but here you are devolving into an animal. This diet of intelligent beings has done some strange things to your mind.
You glance back to Liandra’s bulge, her muffled cries barely audible through your flesh and fur. The one who was supposed to receive your gift of fertility is struggling inside your colon. Really, devouring prey with the rump? What were you thinking?
You growl uncomfortably as your unsatisfied shaft throbs against your underbelly. You can hold it in a while longer. You owe it to the buttsy worgen you devoured earlier to use her essence to continue your bloodline. You can wait until the druid is digested, keep both of them bottled up in your loins and release them into the first worthy female who crosses your path. You can hold it.
...Right?
The urge to cum is overwhelming.
