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The late night dancing of blue fireflies dazzled Neria’s eyes in front of her, dancing and casting little flashes of blue as the kitsune flicked her tails behind her and kept to the shadows. She was well aware that her plush white fur would stand out against the darkness, but she had hopes that the way the moonlight was spilling down would cloak her as she sought out the small white flowers one by one. Their fragrance was sweet, delectable in such a way that tickled her nose while she plucked them and stuffed them into her bag.

It was rare enough that she had risked coming into the woods after dark, beyond the safe bounds of the city walls, enough for her to make a small fortune. The little moonpaws were valued for their spices once they were dried, and they could only be found twice a year, and even then it was hard to find any amount of them. Her ears twitched along her head as she slid beneath the line of a tree, slinking deeper beneath the thick pine boughs. Her nose working as she picked up the mixture of the flowers sweet scent leading her on.

The sound of an owl overhead made her swing her ears backwards briefly and then pricked forward again. Excitement started to build, causing her to give a little bounce in place as she contemplated the patch she found. She bent down, working to pick them quickly and neatly before there was a sudden crackle of movement in the forest. Not terribly loud, but enough she froze and folded her ears back, pressing herself against the base of the tree with a swallow.

“Here..” The low growling voice spoke in a tongue that made her heart leap to her throat.

It was trade speak, rough from a large muzzle as a trio of canids slipped into the clearing with a creak of leather armor and a flash of moonlight from the chain mail that hung from them. Their grey coats with bold black markings stood out as one, taller than the rest, dropped down to all fours, his spear hitting the ground as he gave a snort and sniff. His eyes glowed green in the moonlight, his black muzzle twisted in a slight snarl as he swung his head back and forth, causing Neria to pull back even further.

Her heart was pounding as she pulled back even more tightly against the base of the tree, her breathing catching in the back of her throat. She knew that gnolls roamed the forest, they worked as bandits along the highway and slavers closer to their own lands. It was the reason her village had erected walls up to keep them safe from the ravages of the bands that roved out this far. She hadn’t realized they had come back, they had moved closer to the more bountiful cities, her own village wasn’t that ripe of a target.

“Smell that?” The one on all fours growled, the gnoll bristling the thick line of fur down the sweep of his back. “Somethin’ sweet.”

“Aye, foxish…” Another said, a darker furred gnoll stepped forward with a click of a staff against the ground. “Female. Ain’t that lovely…”

Don’t see me… don’t see me… She thought, her heart racing as she fought the urge to slip her form for that of a fox.

If she had been able to transform into a fox that might have fooled them into thinking she were a wild one, she would have in a heart beat. Her full fox form was too large, it would have drawn too much attention to her, she had to be quiet, be still. She held her breath, drawing her tails around her as if that might be able to use them to hide as the sound of more gnolls that were passing through the forest, too many.

She was trying to cover her mouth, so that not even a hint of sound would escape when there was a sudden crash of branches and moonlight flooded her hiding place. Neria let out a short yelp and jerked backwards, fleeing as a monstrous face jammed into view and a gnoll loomed above her, a helmet partially covering his eyes as his lips twisted back in a snarl. The teeth glittering as he reached down before she could do more than jerk further into the shadows, his broad hand closing around her ankle and clamping down tight.

“GOT’ER!” The roar filled the ears as she was hauled out, thrashing wildly as the gnoll’s other hand caught her around the waist, hauling her up out of her cover.

She thrashed wildly, twisting and kicking her legs about, trying to kick her way free as the small pack laughed, the cackling burst of noise breaking past the parted jaws. The sound of it frightening her as she felt the grip on her tails flexing down hard, making her cry out as she found herself held up to be looked at by the gathered gnolls. Their eyes were flashing with interest as she kicked her legs out, fear rousing as the leader moved in closer to her with a quirk of a brow, reaching up to grab her chin in a rough clawed hand.

“Let.. me go!” She snarled out angrily, trying to jerk her head away as the claws pinched down hard against the curve of his cheeks.

“A kitsune…” He growled out and his grin grew wider, displaying the sharp teeth to her. “A fine prize, I don’t think we ever found on of ‘em.”

“Canine enough ta make good breedin’ stock. Better then them damn tieflings.” Another growled out, holding an edge of disdain to his voice.

She gave a wild twist and turn, contorting herself with an arch that kicked her legs out again, feeling one of them hitting the gnoll holding her. She could taste her heart beat in the back of her throat, the fear rousing through her as she was given a shake, her teeth rattling before she was dragged back against the heavy bodied gnoll. The grip on her secure and nearly crushing her against the leather armored chest.

“A good hunt tonight.” Someone else said, and there was laughter that spread through the group, a laughter edged with anticipation. “And a sweeter end to it, we’ll have a fine evening for this prize!”

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Neria twisted and contorted in the leather restraints that had been wrapped around her. The gnolls had neatly gagged her when she had tried to scream for help, hauling her tied between them through the darkness. More had joined them, all of them bands that had obviously been raiding. The world had flown by her, her fear becoming a part of every minute as she was handled by the gnolls mercilessly.

They groped her, caressed her, claws tearing at her clothing with a light drag that raked against the line of her back, tearing apart the cloth. She could do little more than writhe and strike out, even attempting to bite as they seemed to care little about her struggles, it was almost laughable. Tears sprang to her eyes as she rolled her gaze up at the gathering of other females that were stuffed into the small hut.

Gnolls… She thought, her mind roiling with memories and stories she had heard about them, from cannibalism to…other rumors.

It was the ‘other’ rumors that had her twisting, trying to work the line of leather from her wrists. The gnolls had always had stories about their lust for females, no matter their species, their unnatural lusts and desires whispered about in fear from other girls her age. Here was the proof, there were nothing but women in the hut, bound women, naked women, elves and tieflings, feline and human, all showing the terrifyingly obvious look of having been used. Several had bellies already swelling with the gnolls offspring, eyes looking almost blank in defeat.

She swallowed and felt the line of the leather over her throat, the strip of it was joined to her arms, restricting her movement even further. The only thing left to her were a few scraps of clothing, not enough to hide her nudity, but she tried to use her scarce fur to spread across her bare skin. She wasn’t going to end up here, she wouldn’t end up like the females here, adding to the population of the clan that had captured her.

The kitsune braced her back against the wall, shoving up against it with a desperate wiggle back and forth, her fingers curling down hard and twisting. She contorted, debating changing her shape, but with her arms behind her back she feared that slipping her skin would only hurt her arms when they changed into forelegs. The thought sent a tremor of fear through her, causing her to swallow a lump in her throat as she gave another twist and arch of her body.

“Be still, girl.” The low growling voice came from the doorway as a shadow moved past it, a ripple of unease moved around the room. “You will not find your way free.”

The creature that walked into the room was marked with bold blue dyes that had been painted onto his fur, his coloring nearly black so that it was easy to lose him in the shadows. The flash of his eyes caught the firelight, flickering and dancing as the broad paws hit the ground, talons flashing brightly. There were bits of bones hanging from a necklace around his neck, his rounded ears were pricked up as he twitched his nose and flicked his tongue out with a flash of deep red.

He held something that was steaming in one paw, the flask bringing with it a strong sweet cloying scent that made her wrinkle her nose. She tried to draw her tails around her nudity, shrinking as far back as she was able to get away from the gnoll that loomed above her. The broad shoulders flexing as he reached one hand out to catch the collar at her throat, hauling her upwards so that her head was tipped back. She choked a little before the flask was tipped up against her lips, shoving with enough force to bruise them as something cloying sweet began to spill out over her tongue.

She tried to spit it out, but he dragged her up by the collar, lifting her off her feet until she only had the choice to swallow the stuff if she wanted to gasp in a breath. The moment she swallowed it, she felt a line of heat starting to pour down the length of his throat, curling towards her belly. She thrashed wildly, twisting about with a breath that caught in a short choked noise before the gnoll dropped her down, her feet barely touching the ground before he gave a slow smile.

The mixture sent a strange heat through her stomach, the taste lingering and causing her to feel a wave of dizziness while the finger remained hooked into the collar. The finger flexed downwards and his other paw slid down the curve of her side, shoving the spill of her tails to one side as she flattened her white ears tight to her red hair. A sudden wave of dizziness poured over him, making her body sway back and forth, struggling to remain upright.

“It will be easy to make you fertile… a fox isn’t a gnoll, but you are canid, and that is so close to us..” The low growling voice seemed to echo in her ears. “Just enough to enflame your body.”

“I… I don’t want this..” She managed to say, her tongue feeling thick and heavy in her mouth.

“Not yet… but you will.” The gnoll rumbled low in his throat, reaching his paw about to lightly drag against the curve of her ass, sending a strange shuddering feeling racing through her.

Everything felt, wrong, her body was throbbing faintly as if it were flushed with blood and the other paw moved to dip fingers along her stomach as she let out a cry. She moved her hands down to grip the wrist as the fingers were sliding further with a brush of talon tips against the inner thighs. The startling sensation made the throbbing feeling grow worse, engorging her body and making her feel her clit begin to stand out. She attempted to squirm free, but he only moved his paw up to dip his fingers into a pouch and pulled them out coated in something blue-green and powdered.

“Stop!” She yelped out, her voice cracking with fear and confusion as the fingers drifted down against her inner thighs.

The powder coated her as she attempted to squeeze her legs shut, but the gnoll only forced his digits upwards to shove up against the line of her pussy. The sudden press inwards curled up with a slide that pressed against her puffy mound, smearing the powder against her so that she experienced a shock of sensation. Where it touched, her skin became tender, flushed, causing her body to react despite her terror and she let out a series of short heavy pants.

Neria couldn’t fight him off, she could just feel the sudden shove of the fingers that jammed into her body, forcing her walls apart. The slow stretch and spread caused her inner walls to contract down against them as the powder grew slick with her own body, being absorbed, making her walls flex down again. The spasm clamped down while the fingers started to stretch the walls apart, exploring her while she found herself crowded in close to the heavy furred gnoll.

“Is she ready, Bryr?” Someone called from the door as Neria let out another noise in the back of her throat, a near whimper that broke free. “It’s been so long since we’ve found anything like a canid.”

“She is ready, the effects are beginning.” Bryr turned her around, shoving her towards the door and the sounds of drums, and voices.

None of the other females attempted to offer her any sort of aid, she was on her own as most simply seemed to be relieved it wasn’t them. Her body was throbbing, a heat bursting over her and making her pant shallowly. Even her lips felt swollen and tender, her cheeks flushed red as she was shoved out and faced a roaring bonfire. The tongues of flame licking hungrily at the sky as there were howls and yelps of excitement from the clan that were awaiting her.

The gathering of gnolls were a raucous group, music being beaten out on drums and pipes as she was confronted with their debauchery. The females in the hut must have been ones that had been bred, even if they hadn’t yet begun to show, it was here that a trio of females were being passed among them for use. They were painted and adorned only with their own skin and markings that stood out lividly. The outright shamelessness of the canines horrifying her as she tried to jerk backwards.

The paw on her back made her body react, the scent of sex and smoke on the air, created an edge of excitement that caused her body to react while she experienced another tremor of dizziness. Beside her, a tiefling was tossed over a bench, her ass in the air and her tail gripped by a nude gnoll that ground his glistening cock against her ass cheeks. Her legs were splayed while she writhed, panting and pushing herself upwards into his attention with eyes that were glazed over.

Neria felt frozen as she watched the length of glistening red cock flesh shoving into the tiefling, her tail gripped in one fist as she was pulled backwards onto him. There was no shame in the gnoll, he made no attempt to hide what he was doing, if anything, the clan seemed to be enjoying it. The snarls and laughter filling her ears as she was shoved even further forward, nearly dropping to her knees as she was shoved towards a pale grey spotted gnoll who had broad jaws parted in a smile, a dark tongue lolling out.

“Clan Leader Efyeth, I give you a prime breeding female, prepared and ready, fertile for your seed.” Bryr announced and shoved her again towards the silvery grey clan chief. “Be the first to taste her.”

Another wave of giddiness passed over her, the kitsune sucking in a breath and opening her mouth to say something when she found her wrist grasped and pulled forward. She was nearly falling over her own feet as Efyeth stood up, and she became painfully aware that he was fully nude, shamelessly so. The low slung sheath wobbled back and forth above a set of dark leathery looking orbs, the sharp scent of predator and male was on the air as he hauled her forward and raked talons against the curve of her hip.

He left red welts behind and her body was sudden enflamed, her breathing was short and in pants as she tried to jerk away and he drew her forcibly into her lap. The laughter a thick heavy sounding, a vibration that raced down the line of her back as she was drawn back against him with her shoulders against his chest. Her legs flailed wildly as she felt the bulge of the sheath jammed up against the curve of her ass, the press of it causing her to struggle to get free.

“Sweet little thing… you smell delicious…” Efyeth growled out and the paw moved down to roughly push between her thighs, the fingers forcing them apart.

“N-no!” She yelped out wildly, her eyes bulging as she was pulled back harder and fingers dragged right against her swollen pussy. “GET AWAY!”

Her body reacted, horribly, it was flooded with a surge of pleasure and she squirmed, but not to pull her hips away. The fingers were sinking inwards, finding her hot and slick, reacting with a shudder that wasn’t one of fear. The digits slowly began to explore, sinking forward and then drawing out, exploring her while she was shoved back on the length of the cock that was starting to grow larger, wet slimy cock flesh pushing out and making her stomach muscles bunch up in a surge of need that made her squeeze her eyes shut.

The gnoll’s hot breath was against the nape of her neck, the teeth nipped her as he shoved two fingers deeper into her body. It was pain and pleasure together, making her buck her hips in place as whatever she had been given began to kick in. He used one hand to grip the leather restraints that wrapped her arms and lifted her hip, grinding her bare ass against his cock as a trickle of slimy precum began to dribble downwards. She whined out under her breath and folded her ears flat before the fingers drew backwards just a few inches before sinking back home again.

The obscene wet noise was pushed out over the edges as she was violated, feeling her stomach experiencing another twist of heat burning through her. Her clit felt engorged and swollen, pleasure warring with horror and pain while Efyeth let out a harsh growl. There was a grind of the hips, a slow drag backwards that came with the cock tracing down the length of her ass and she reacted with another jolt in place.

“I’ll fill that belly with a cub..” He growled into her ear. “Another warrior to join our clan…”

“I…p-please st-stop…” Neria managed to choke out, but the words were weak as she was hauled upwards.

The clan chief let out a sharp noise as the length of tapered gnoll flesh moved along her inner thighs, causing her to twist wildly in place. She let out a short shrill noise as the tip jammed up against her swollen pussy, the precum smearing against her while she was dragged downwards. The paw moved to grip her stomach, digging down with a forceful rake that ran across her belly as the bare flesh jammed into her pussy, spreading her walls open wider and wider.

She felt the ache and burn starting to spread through her while she let out a shrill noise as he jammed the tapered cock tip deeper into her body. Her walls stretched down tight, forming a taut O to wrap around the length of him as she twisted in place. He snarled and moved his hand from her bound wrists to her tails, pulling her further onto him as she intimately felt the spill of precum that flushed deep inside of her vulnerable body.

And worse, her body was craving it, reacting with gripping walls that squeezed along the shaft that was driving deeper into her. The tapered tip was all that was helping ease him into her, the cock rapidly grew fatter, the ache even pleasant to her overly stimulated body. She twitched and twisted in place, trying to squirm in place while she started to whine out in the back of her throat. The series of movements were pumping deeper, forcing her muscles to stretch her open even further as Neria found her body jammed down hard against his lap.

“Tight little breeder..” Efyeth snarled out while the last few inches stuffed into her body, pushing the balls up against her inner thighs and ass.

She let out a shocked noise while the hips drew backwards, the slow movements pumped in deeper, working to stretch her walls even further apart. The aching burn of it blended with a shudder of need that overtook her, causing her body to squirm in place, her hips shifting back and forth. The little movements making her aware of just how much heavy flesh was jamming into her body. Her fertile body. The thought made her feel a sharp pang of terror, but it was washed away with whatever she had been forced to drink.

She was choking on noises in the back of her throat while the clan chief’s hips crashed against her time and time again. The hips lifting higher in the air and making sure he was driving every last inch of him within her, causing Neria to feel the juices squelching out around the base of him, the sheer size of him making sure there was no room. The apex of each thrust battered the tip along her cervix, grinding the dilated opening and causing her to feel sharp twinges along her stomach.

The kitsune cried out, to her horror she heard the choked moan that broke from her instead of a sound of denial. Her body was constantly moving, shifting and pressing backwards with a spasm that raced across her lower belly again. The jamming thrusts were driving home, the hips lifting up in short brutal adjustments that were moving just a few inches and then driving home once again. The balls hitting up against her ass cheek again and again, her legs forced open wider to splay to either side of the upper thighs.

The world tilted wildly, the tremor that ran through her caused her body to feel another little pant while she closed her eyes. The obscene wet noises were pumping and slurping through her body, pumping faster as the entire cock started to swell open wider. The stretch of her skin aching in a manner that sent another shudder racing through her, her ears splaying while she moaned out again.

Her hips were lifted higher in the air, the balls were tightening up, twitching ever so slightly as it drove up hard against her cervix before the first hot twitch of seed bubbled upwards. It was hot as it flushed into her belly, causing the kitsune to let out a shrill sharp cry, her body twitching in place while her walls responded by clamping down around the cock greedily.

Tears sprang to her eyes, trying to deny the way her body responded to the eruption of seed, the sperm flushing deep into her vulnerable body. Her walls were clutching and gripping, squeezing with each throb that forced another eruption inside of her body again. Her hips twitched in place again, pushing back against them of their own volition as he growled along the nape of her neck, a hot tongue swiping out against her with a swipe upwards.

Neria let out a high pitched whimper break free, her entire body shuddering in place as he panted out and gave another slow grind. The swell of him horribly squelching out a messy line of cum that ran along her inner thighs. She could feel her cheeks going red, flustered and squirming in place before he let out a rough harsh laugh. She felt the paws moving to either side of her hips, dragging her body upwards with the cock pulling through her quivering cunny.

“Serve your, clan, girl, until your belly swells with our future.” Efyeth called out as the cock tip slipped free and she dropped to the ground.

The cum oozed from her split pussy lips as she swallowed, her heart still racing with a wave of lust that was still roiling up through her. She lifted her head up as Bryr gripped her chin and tipped her head back, pouring more of the sickly sweet mixture into her mouth. She was choking on it, and a warrior was moving forward with his long tongue swiping along the length of his muzzle in anticipation. Her evening had only just begun.

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Neria let out a moan, the sound breaking free from her parted jaws as the cock dragged from her aching pussy. She had lost count of the males that had fucked her, the cum was oozing from her as the party continued with the beat of the drums and the laughter of voices around her. Her body was throbbing, the ache of it leaving her to shudder in place as she felt waves of giddiness and lust pour over her and mixed with the ache of her well fucked body.

The music had finally stopped not too long ago, the fire was starting to die down as she saw that an elf was being split open wide. The male atop her running his tongue along her bare breasts as she let out soft noises, and the wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh was overly loud. She whined out under her breath while she bunched up her shoulders and rolled onto her chest, pushing herself up, trembling as she did so.

Her stomach was aching faintly while she started to push up onto her hands and knees. They had long since gotten rid of her restraints, her own boy craved being filled by them, the drug keeping her mind a dizzy blur of sensations that made her unable to do more than allow them to breed her. She panted and shuddered as her eyes rolled around the gathering again and she gave her head another shake back and forth.

She knew that she didn’t want this, she knew that she was terrified that already the cum that had been poured into her had plunged towards her ripe ova. It was a thought buried under the drug, but one that she clung to as she drew in a shaking breath and let out a moan as she started to drag her magic towards the surface.

It should have been easy to change her skin, any kitsune could easily slip from her humanish form to the vulpine one, but the drug made it drag on. Her shape changing slowly rather than melting from the human seeming as a sharp white muzzle grew and her tails elongated, her back arching as she was covered in thick plush fur and she grew larger. Her fingers curled, forming paws and claws that dug into the ground and she tipped her head back in a whine as she stumbled to one side. Her paws just barely held her weight up as she swayed, her head drooping down to hang between her foreknees.

“Come here, girl.” Bryr’s voice came out in a dark growl past the fire, his glowing eyes reflecting the light as she swayed slightly.

Run… run run run… She thought in the back of her mind, but it was buried under a rush of desire as she saw the gnoll seated back against the hut, his hands wrapped around his glistening hard cock.

Neria struggled to break the hold of her drugs, but the sight made her whine out under her breath in need. Her pussy felt so swollen, she needed to be filled, to be bred, the knowledge pushed away the idea of fleeing on all fours. Instead, she dropped to her stomach and began to crawl towards the shaman who watched her, his fingers toying along the tip of his shaft, fingers playing with silvery strands of thick precum, drawing them between his digits.

The kitsune stared and tried to will her body into not lusting after it while she started to move in even closer, trembling faintly as she felt her ears burning in hot humiliation. She couldn’t believe how she was abasing herself in front of him, her body trembling before his broad hand moved to slide down against her thick soft fur, gliding over her and running towards her haunches. The moment he touched her hips she pushed them into the air, splitting her tails to either side for him.

“Good little, brood-vixen.” Bryr growled at her, his voice almost honeyed as she squirmed and moved. “You’re learning your place.”

Neria wanted to choke on her shame, but her body left no room for that, it was renewed with need as she flicked her tongue out and ran her tongue along the gnoll’s cock. The swipe upwards gather the precum on the tip of her tongue and ran downwards, tracing with a hot breath as she squirmed herself in closer towards him. The shaman let out a noise and then stood up, letting her tongue swipe out again before he caught her haunches and gave a pull hard enough to make her yelp out in shock.

The kitsune didn’t fight as he turned her, pushing her forebody down as fingers reached down and caught the nape of her neck in a hard hold and pulled. His body went limp while the tip of his cock ground upwards with a messy trail of precum that coated her fur, smearing through it so that she was left breathlessly writhing. The tapered glans pushing forward against her Y shaped vulpine folds as she let out a shrill high pitched cry of lust and need.

“You see? This is who you are now, when your womb is empty, you must fill it.” He growled out roughly and pulled harder against her scruff. “I wonder if you will throw a litter in this form…”

She writhed again, starting to squirm again as the hot feel of the cock pushed up against her already violated folds. They ached from being fucked so many times, but it didn’t matter as the tip began to push into the depths of her cunny. Her walls were stretched open wider in a lewd wet noise as the shaman let out a panting breath and then moved his other hand to wrap around her hip, her stomach.

Gods he was thick, stretching her until her skin was aching sharply and causing her body to jerk in place. She twisted again, squirming as her inner muscles contracted down again with a flex that clung along the length of him. He worked himself inside, forcing her muscles to pull tight, the burn growing worse the deeper he plunged in, stimulating him with a push that found a spot that caused her to cry out in a high pitched noise. The next contraction made him force in a sharp forceful thrust that forced another few inches within her.

She splayed her hind legs open a little wider, bracing in place as the cock plunged inside of her, slow steady thrusts that were working through her passage. The throbbing length of it splitting her aching folds open while there was a pumping push that squelched the cum in deeper inside of her. The feel of the tip jamming in further, her body arching as she let out a moan with her jaws opening up wide as she panted, her tongue lolling out with a series of soft noises.

The next draw backwards came in a lewd slurping noise, nearly half the length pulling free before the next thrust plunged into the depths of her passage. She was rocked forward, her paws digging down against the ground as every part of her felt electrified, horribly greedy for every stimulation, every thrust. Her puffy folds were stretching tight to form a lewd O wrapped around the very base. Her ears pinned down flat to her head while the shaman sawed his shaft in and out of her, flashing with dark red turgid flesh.

Every part of her was alive with the waves of pleasure that mingled with her humiliation as the tip was plunged in deep, jamming in tight and hard before the next draw backwards. There were obscene noises, the shaman snarling out while he pressed his weight above her back, his hips starting to move in a bestial blur. She felt tears spring her eyes, some part of her still aware she didn’t want this, but unable to stop it, unable to stop her reactions. Nothing mattered but the cock plunging itself into her belly, sharp wild lunges.

She spread her forelegs out, her head tipped down before she became aware of the clan leader watching her from across the way. Seated on his throne of rock and bone and eyes lidded as he watched the shaman claiming her, warming her lower body. She could already feel so much of the seed pushing through her, overfilling her belly and making her whine out with a breathy moan. She wasn’t unable to stop herself, unable to do anything except feel the aching of her own need.

Every part of her body was attuned to the way the cock was sawing in and out of her, the series of movements building up to the point that she could feel the swell of the balls hitting against her. The weight of the shaman holding her, pinning her with claws that dug against the scruff of her neck. The sudden pull making her let out a noise in the back of her throat, eyes going wide and wild as she experienced the next movement that made sure every engorged inch of the cock swelled her passage wider.

When she felt the balls heaving up, twitching as they were contracting and pushing up the first sudden hot spill of cum pouring into her. The pressured streamers of it pouring up towards the opening of her abused cervix. Her bruised flesh being stretched thin as he dragged her back roughly, making sure that the pressured stream poured through the opening of her cervix. Her already gorged womb splashed with the sperm rich seed as the kitsune let out a breathy whine and pinned her ears down flat.

Her muscles milked around him, every part of her submitting to him, her body craving more than just cum to make her belly swell. It was a yearning so deep in her that she wasn’t sure if it was just the potions, or if it were something more. All she knew was that the clan chief gave a slow lick of his lips with a dark red tongue. Just the sight of it made her body tighten up again while Bryr gave a slow drag backwards.

“Good girl..” He growled and stroked her thick soft fur with a rake of talons. “A fine new addition.”