Warning: This chapter is a nonconsensual scene. If that isn't your cup of tea, I would suggest skipping this chapter. 

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I blushed hard and said, "Y-You understand me right? I-I don't want this. I've had enough, just l-let me go."

He snarled but didn't respond, watching me for a moment before backing up. 

Before I could respond, he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. Panicked more than anything, I started beating the wolf's back, which did nothing. It wasn't too long until I was laid up against a rock. I whimpered and tried to back up, but he simply pulled me forward and lifted my legs, spreading them wide and almost next to my head.

With his claws, he held my thighs in place and started to grind up against me.

I started crying softly, unsure if it was out of fear or out of pleasure, and whimpered once more, "P-Please let me go..."

He ignored me and started to grind faster, causing me to gasp and pant. I was drenched below, far more than I'd ever been in my life. All because of a brute like the one above me.

Without warning, he pushed inside me, causing me to scream out in pain. I arched hard, but there was nowhere to crawl to, nowhere to run or hide. I was nothing but his doll at that point; his little plaything. His thrusts were slow but agonizing; he couldn't fit everything into me, but he was trying, Gods help me!

Every push felt like a knife being placed in me, and every pull felt like a knife was being dragged out. I was trapped in pain; frozen in terror and pain cries and whimpers escaped my lips.

I didn't know how long it had been until the pain subsided, but when it did, it almost felt like bliss. He had stopped holding onto my thighs, and simply rested his claws next to my head. I moaned and whimpered and whined as he dug his length in and out of my womb; my flower.

I didn't want to escape at this point, and my body was starting to accept how large his cock was compared to my tiny vagina. Every thrust got deeper and faster, and at one point, I thought I was truly going to lose it. When I felt the first throb that wasn't my own, my pleasure subsided for fear as I looked up at the werewolf.

He didn't seem to mind this, thrusting harder into me in response. I tried to stifle my moans as I raised my arms, but I had become so weak. He growled and flipped me over, pinning me down as his hips slammed faster and faster up against mine.

There was little I could do to stop him; it was all I could to do grip the rock he had me pinned against and not cry out louder than I'd already done. I didn't want him inside me, I didn't want what he was giving, but the scrapes against my nipples and the large warmth stretching me dulled my mind. 

I could feel his knot pressing against my entry and knew what he wanted to do. I should've have fought it, fought what he wanted, but instead I arched my hips out eagerly, sobbing in pleasure as I lowered my head. 

The feeling of his fat knot entering inside me came before the sound of the pop itself, and my body tensed as pain consumed me alongside a forced orgasm. I wailed and arched, eyes wide as his seed pumped into me, filling me past the brim as he held me firmly against the rock. 

My body was twitching from our combined orgasms, adding onto the sensitivity every time I moved. He pulled out, and I could feel his semen rushing out of me. I whined and twitched, feeling exhausted but wide awake at the same time.

The wolf had suddenly pulled back and I looked up in confusion, only to feel a chill run down my spine

There was another one; this one looked almost bigger than the one who fucked me. Instead of being black, he had white fur. And a huge erection. I whimpered and tried to sit up, only to be lifted by the black werewolf.

I could feel cum still oozing out of me, and it sent chills down my spine.

The white one took me and held me by my arms, inspecting me and inwardly chuckling. "Not broken yet, that's a first for you brother." 

How could I hear their thoughts? What was going on? I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't get the chance.

The white wolf turned me around and lowered me on his cock. It was hot and pulsing, and I whimpered as he slowly pushed it in. Once he got halfway, he slammed the rest of his way inside. I cried out and gripped his wrists that were planted on my waist.

It didn't take science to know that he could ravage me.

He chuckled softly. "Get her relaxed, Xain. I don't want to fight the doll." The black werewolf's tongue suddenly invaded my mouth. I whined and impulsively opened my mouth, giving him access to tongue-fuck my mouth and throat.

I was so into it that I didn't even realize that the white werewolf had started thrusting, hard and eager. The black wolf backed off and watched as the white wolf pound into me. I cried and whined, feeling my breasts flop all over the place.

The wolf gripped them and pinched my nipples hard, causing me to whimper in pleasure. I held his sides as he dug deeper into my vagina, reaching farther into my womb and spreading me apart. He suddenly turned me around and spread my ass cheeks wide. I blushed hard and saw that the black wolf was approaching us.

"No.. Not there, it's not clean there. Please..."

My pleading did nothing as the black werewolf lined up, spreading my ass even wider as he pulled his slick erection inside. The liquid did nothing to quell the burning pain my ass was feeling.

I screamed out and gripped the white wolf's chest, arching hard as both wolves filled me up to the bone. They fucked me at the same pace and strength, and the synchronizing thrusts didn't help at all. I cried and moaned and whined, feeling the lower half of my body break.

Before I knew it, I climaxed once more, and yelled out, "Gods, yes! Fuck me harder!"

"As you wish."

It didn't occur to me that I could hear their thoughts get louder and louder than before. They drilled my womb and ass hard, giving me little time to take a breather. It felt so good that I couldn't even make a reply to it.

Just short, fast gasps

Both gripped my hips and waist, and I knew that they were trying to knot me again, so I lifted my legs as much as I could and did my best to relax. When they did push both knots in, I saw stars and cried out, arching against them.

They started pumping me, filling me enough to make my stomach look pregnant. I should've been disgusted, but it made me tighten and release around them again, panting just as they were as they wiggled and spurted whatever was left inside of me. 

When they stopped releasing, they both pulled out and held me up, and I watched in a daze as their semen poured out me; my stomach slowly shrinking back to its original size. I wheezed and breathed heavy, struggling to catch my breath as I rested up against the black werewolf's chest. 

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When I woke up, I was in my bed with the same gown on. It was sown back together, and my underwear was put back in place. Light was shining in my room, and I closed the curtained weakly, remembering the events of last night.

My vagina felt sore and raw from the situation the night before, and my ass shared the same pain. I groaned softly, and mentally hoped that I wouldn't ever have to run into those wolves again, or any werewolf for that matter.

It was difficult explaining to my older brother that I had just hurt myself, as I had light scratches on my arms and legs. He also almost didn't believe that I got enough rest, which I didn't, but I didn't want him to know.

I didn't want him to know anything. I just wanted to put the ordeal behind me. I'd felt so ashamed of how I'd acted, how I succumbed to the pleasure they'd given me. I wanted to throw up but a part of me wanted to experience it again and again.

As the days had slowly passed by since the encounter, I had begun to feel weird. I'd touch myself often. I felt lonely and longing for something that wasn't there. I felt like I would never be complete again without something in my life. Of course, I never knew what that certain something was.

No one in the village was made aware of what happened to me; odds were they'd reject and kick me out. I did, however, gather enough info to know that they could've impregnated me. It still didn't explain what I was longing for, or why I masturbated so much. I didn't know why, but the feeling just kept getting stronger and stronger, to where I was crying while touching myself.

I knew that if I kept it up any longer, I would lose my mind, or worse.