You prowl along the same path where you caught Yvonne and Liandra, swearing to mate the first suitable female who passes your way. Your cantaloupe balls slosh and bob with liters of fresh spunk between your juicy thighs. Your erection refuses to fully recede.
After about an hour, you see her. You blink, thinking you might be dreaming. It’s another worgen, a druid by her garb, but this one is… larger. She stands about six inches taller than either Yvonne or Liandra. Her matronly bust defines the shape of her robe; two enormous, pillowy mounds the garment has to wrap around, with plenty of cleavage visible through the gap. Her hips are also plentiful, causing an outward curve in the profile of her robe before it continues down her shapely legs. You can tell she has a bit of chub in the middle, meaning she isn’t a perfect hourglass; not that you care. She has a fertile, full-bodied figure, and the faint touches of grey in her otherwise jet black fur betray her maturity; this worgen has clearly borne children before.
You almost rush out onto the path to mount her right then and there, but manage to restrain yourself. Being careless wouldn’t do, especially if it means losing a chance at this fine specimen of motherly beauty. You can wait for your opportunity to come.
You don’t have to wait too long. To your delight, the matriarch veers off the path as she notices the abandoned campsite of the two women you devoured earlier. You watch from the treeline as she rummages through their belongings, a deeply worried expression forming on her face. You don’t have long to ponder the implications as she bends over to pick something up, causing you to be struck with the view of her luscious, heart-shaped rear underneath the loose fabric of her dress. You can’t wait any longer.
Your shaft hardens in the cool air as you dash toward her. Your pawsteps make faint sounds as they pound the soft earth. You see her ears swivel toward you, but she won’t have time to react. She can’t resist the charge of a two hundred pound feral wolf.
So you think.
The druid stands up and mumbles something under her breath, then snaps her fingers. Immediately, vines leap up from the ground beneath you and ensnare your legs, stopping you in your tracks. They weave up and entangle your entire body, immobilizing you. You’re mere feet away from your prize— so close!
The druid turns around and you can see the stern expression on her face. However, a light of recognition flashes in her eyes upon seeing your unusual size and coloration.
“Sifr. The white wolf who stole Elune’s blessing of fertility…”
Her voice is soft, slightly hoarse, yet soothing. She circles around you, eyeing your every curve and contour as you meekly struggle against your restraints. The swaying of her hips and and bobbing of her breasts entrance you as she moves.
She stops upon reaching your backside and stands there, surely inspecting your glorious moons. Your tail curls between your legs, not that it can hide much with your huge sac hanging there.
“...Yes, definitely Sifr. If you’re here, I take it to mean that my daughter and her bodyguard are no longer with us…”
You let out a little yelp as she nudges your balls with a foot. Liandra was her daughter, then? You may have just made a powerful enemy...
The matriarch druid circles back around to your front. “My name is Samantha Blackthorn. Druid of the Emerald Circle. And you’ve made my Liandra into a meal…” She squats down to look you in the eyes and you hold her stare for a good, long minute.
“...But you’re just an animal. Following the rules of nature. I understand that better than most.” She extends a palm toward you and you cautiously sniff at it. Her scent is pleasant, earthy, a little flowery. You could swear you caught a whiff of arousal.
The matriarch sighs and stands up, her impressive stature looming over you once more. “I told her that rogue was no good for her…” she mumbles under her breath. She looks at you again.
“But now that we’re here, Sifr. I believe you have a responsibility. To me.” You can scarcely believe your eyes as she slips a hand into the folds of her robe and loosens it, then slips it off her shoulders one by one, allowing it to fall in a pile at her feet. She undoes her bra and removes her panties, letting you appreciate the full beauty of her motherly curves. Her large, black-furred breasts sag a bit without the bra to hold them up, but this only makes you all the harder. Your chosen mate is well-used; experienced; prepared.
“...Grant my womb your blessing, Sifr. Let me help continue your legacy.” The vines constricting your body suddenly tighten and roll you onto your back, your proud red member standing firm. The worgen mistress looms over you, her nude body on full display. She plants her feet to either side of your hips and then descends until she’s sitting on you, your cock nestled between her thighs. She leans in close and whispers, “Give me my Liandra back.”
The worgen lifts her rump, allowing your shaft to stand erect, and then slowly lowers herself onto your rigid wolf cock. You howl in ecstasy as you feel her soft lips enveloping your desperate shaft. The druid moans as her hips contact yours and your entire length is sheathed within her.
“Ooohh… you're a big wolf…”
A rapturous shudder runs up the length of your cock, as well as your spine. You ooze a strand of cream into the slick embrace of the worgen’s pussy, but your massive load stays trapped in your balls for now. They clench and churn ominously, desperate to release the essence of the girls within. It’s as if they’re ready to simply leap into their new home, the womb of the worgen, and fill her with life. For Liandra especially, this is understandable. Who wouldn’t long for the comfort of their own mother after the ordeal of being devoured and churned down by a horny wolf? And Yvonne would surely count herself fortunate to be reunited with her lover in surging up your cock and becoming Samantha’s next litter.
Your eyes flutter, your body shivers. A wave of bliss washes over you as your balls clench and your cock quivers uncontrollably. You set yourself off with that train of thought! You nearly erupt as you feel the worgen’s walls caressing your knot, but you lock your jaw and hold it in. You couldn’t blow your load early and ruin a moment like this! You have to make your ancestors proud!
Samantha coos and arches her back as she feels you throbbing within her. You feel her vines loosen around you as she anticipates your orgasm. Instead, you grin and flip her over, pulling free from your entanglement and pinning the luscious wolf woman beneath you. She lets out a squeal of surprise and chuckles as you mount her in earnest. No, you won’t be taken on your back, wrapped in vines. You’ll give Samantha’s kids a legacy they can be proud of!
You ram your hips into the worgen woman repeatedly with all your might. Each impact causes her plump breasts to jiggle and grinds her body against the grass. The druid moans unintelligibly and grips the dirt with her claws to keep herself from sliding.
“Oh… oohh… S-Sifr…”
You growl under your breath as you plow the busty bitch. Her walls quiver around you as your knot teases her entrance. The pressure in your loins builds up, soon reaching an unstoppable peak. You pound the worgen for all you’re worth as you feel your orgasm pressurizing in your inner pipes. You thrust your hips deeply into your newest mate, burying your knot inside her, just as your cock erupts, spurting thick, fertile wolf cream into her depths. You and Samantha howl in unison as you release your heavy burden into her womb, flooding her sensitive insides with the warm, silky fluid containing the essence of her daughter. You rock your hips gently as your load drains into her, blimping out her stomach region with the sheer volume of cum. Your cantaloupe balls shrink to the size of young oranges as Samantha’s belly bloats with wolf jizz, seeming almost pregnant already.
Your orgasm winds down at that point, leaving you standing over the busty worgen matriarch, each of you panting hard, tongues hanging out. Unexpectedly, she grabs the sides of your head and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You recoil at first, but then tentatively allow your mouth to slide open, your tongues intertwining. Your mind fills with confusing, conflicting thoughts as you partake in this romantic ritual of two-legged beings.
