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You always knew you wanted to be a mother. Having kids is always something you factor into your future life plans no matter what stage of life you’re currently in. But now there seems to be three main obstacles in the way of that plan.

1. You just turned thirty. You’ve tried to remain optimistic all these years but at the end of the day; you’re going to lose your ability to have biological children eventually. And your desire too, as childbirth only gets harder to bear the older you get.
2. You’re not as fertile as you originally thought. A few depressing trips to your OBGYN revealed that natural insemination might not be possible for you without a lot of medication and time.
3. You’re single. You’d spent the better half of your twenties with the man you thought you’d bear the children of but he turned out to be nothing more than a flash in the pan.

So what does a thirty-year old, not very fertile, single woman do when she desperately wants to have biological children? Campaign for a good fucking by all of her werewolf companions!

Werewolves are, after all, incredibly fertile. There’s not a birth control method on planet earth that could render a werewolf’s sperm inert. If ever there was a beast that could impregnate you despite the chances, it’d be them.

It took months to convince them all that you absolutely were not trying to baby-trap them and that you were perfectly content being a single mom and that they would have absolutely no financial, logistical, emotional, or territorial obligation to you or your child once insemination was complete. You’d finally managed to convince seven-count em’-seven different werewolves to impregnate you.

Your original plan was just to fuck each guy individually over the span of about a week, but the guys really liked the idea of running a train on you and honestly, you didn’t mind it. You’ve spent your whole adult life as a pretty vanilla woman so the idea of a werewolf gangbang was too thrilling to pass up.

Several of them had already been attracted to you so the prospect of fucking you, (even just once and with six other dudes watching), appealed to them greatly. One’s got a thing for breeding humans, and the rest just figured “fuck it; why not, I’ll help out”.

You’d made a group chat that was aptly named “Y/N’s Future Baby Daddies” and it was active everyday, with everyone sharing nudes left right and center to advertise what was to come, tweaking the plans endlessly due to the eight sets of busy schedules to work around, and sending STI testing results.

Someone-you’d forgotten who at this point-had even drafted up a notarized, legally-binding contract that forbade all parties involved from ever taking a paternity test and finding out who the actual father was.

So with that signed and everyone finally in agreement about when this was going down, you set about your training method with frenzied vigor.

After several trips to your nearest adult store you’d procured a wonderful collection of dildos ranging from micropenis to anatomically impossible. Anatomically impossible for a human, that is.

Every night before bed you’d slather your silicone companions in lube and pound yourself silly, stretching your walls inch by inch to get yourself ready to be knotted seven times in a row. Each time you’d size up, you’d update the group chat and receive endless dick pics that reminded you that you still had a ways to go.

Turns out werewolf cocks are fucking massive, way bigger than any human man could ever grow to, and they’re not shaped like human penises either; they have a canine design. The tip resembles the shape of a well-worn lipstick and their shafts bulge in the middle and get leaner towards the knot of flesh that rests above their testicles.

The group chat explained to you that during sex, a werewolf’s knot inflates and locks them in place inside whoever their breeding and won’t deflate until impregnation occurs. This idea of them being trapped inside you until you get pregnant eased your nerves greatly and convinced you wholeheartedly that this was going to work. No IVF or adoption for you.

You thoroughly enjoyed the stretching process, learning more about your own body and its turns ons in several months than you had in the last 12 years of your adulthood.

Now, tonight is the night and you couldn’t be more ready.

Your nails are freshly done, you had a four hour excruciating waxing session two days ago that got rid of all hair on your body below your eyebrows, you exfoliated three whole layers of your skin off in the shower today and you hadn’t consumed anything but pedialyte and protein shakes today to avoid upsetting your stomach when the wolves inevitably violently rearrange your internal organs.

The breeding party is taking place in an AirBnb you found that’s as secluded as can possibly be; smack dab in the middle of Joshua Tree National Park, surrounded by dozens of acres of barren desert.

You’d arrived before all the men, setting up the house as if all seven of them were staying the night, although you weren’t sure if anyone actually was. They might consider that too intimate but regardless; you’d bought enough food and enough air mattresses to ensure anyone who wanted to stay could.

You’d let each man in while wearing nothing but a fuzzy pink bathrobe. Fifteen minutes of scattered arrivals and awkward small talk as everyone adjusted to talking about this insane arrangement out loud rather than via text ensued. Once the last werewolf had arrived, you commanded the room's attention to kick the night off.

“Well um, thank you all for coming,” you start through a blush, giggling slightly at that choice of phrase, “Um, to uh-make this less awkward let’s all just get naked at the same time. Um, now please,” you stutter, positioning yourself on the California king you specifically booked this AirBnb for.

No one speaks as seven sets of belt buckles clatter open and seven pairs of pants hit the ground with a soft thud. Seven shirts get tossed aside and seven large cocks free themselves from boxers that are quickly dropped to the ground. You take a moment to inspect each man carefully, comparing them to the endless onslaught of dick pics that has facilitated every fantasy you’ve dreamed up these past two months.

Issac’s body is lean and toned, his skin pale and littered with small scars. His knot and tip are both an exquisite shade of bubblegum pink that contrasts starkly against his fair skin. He can’t help himself from already getting fully erect at the sight of your body. He’s nine and a half inches long and a clear bead of precum is already leaking out of his tip. Judging by his deep red blush, he’s very embarrassed by it.

The Hales stand shoulder to shoulder, their light colored eyes roaming your body hungrily. Derek is tanner than Peter and several inches taller and both of them have more muscles in their abdomens than most human men have in their entire bodies. Derek’s cock is a foot-long and rod-straight, with a maroon tip. His happy trail leads to a patch of dense, black pubes at the end of his still-flaccid shaft. Peter’s already stroking his ten-incher, and it’s a great deal girthier than his nephew’s. The bulge in the middle of his veiny shaft is nearly as wide as his slowly-inflating mauve knot.

Boyd stands defiantly with his fits balled at his sides, his toned pecs heaving with every heavy inhale. His cock sports a bright red knot and tip and he’s already grown to his impressive eleven-inch length.

Scott & Aiden are next to him. Scott’s right hand is stroking himself slowly and his eyes are already glowing red with desire. Scott’s nine inches but his knot is fucking massive; it’s more than double the width of his shaft and currently throbbing. Aiden’s cock is ten and a half inches, lean and curves upwards severely. There’s a smirk on his lips as he too, balloons to his fully erect size.

Deucalion’s body is lean in an emaciated sort of way but still muscular. His cock puts all others to shame; twelve and a half inches soft, nearly fourteen when hard which he isn’t right now, thick as a soda can with a knot you’re positive you couldn’t fit two hands around. It’s too bad the biggest cock of the group is attached to the oldest and least attractive werewolf here.

“Wow…” you finally break the silence, “…you’re all fucking huge,” you state bluntly, mouth going dry as your core dampens with slick. A smattering of chuckles reverberates through the semi-circle around the bed.

“You sure you’re ready to be bred, Y/N?” Aiden teases with a wink.

“Oh yeah,” you sigh and crawl across the bed to access your largest dildo from its hiding place under one of the pillows. It’s hot pink, three inches wide and nine inches long. You turn back to the pack of wolves and spread your legs open to their view, eliciting several small gasps from them.

“I-uh-thought I’d give you guys a bit of a show to start off. To get warmed up,” you stammer, bringing your dildo to your throbbing opening, as the men all step closer to watch, their huge cocks bobbing up and down as they walk.

“By all means, sweetie, show us what you got,” Peter coos, keeping his glowing eyes on your entrance as you sink the fake cock deeper into your pussy.

“You really have been practicing,” Scott muses as you begin to thrust it in and out in a steady rhythm. The men take turns praising you.

“Like what you see, Boyd?” you ask when you finally notice he’s the only one who hasn’t praised you yet.

“Oh yeah; you’re a pro, baby,” he growls and you blush.

Your feelings for Boyd are a pack-wide open secret. He’s always rejected your advances, whether in pursuit of Erica when she was alive or in mourning her now that she’s dead, so you were shocked when he agreed to this. He’s the only one here you’d let hit even if you weren’t trying to make a baby.

 

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” Issac whispers through wimpers, his bright red blush still engulfing his cheeks and his pupils wide as saucers under his heavy lids. He’s stroking himself faster than anyone else is and appears to be hypnotized.

It’s actually a little fucked up that you let him on this “get pregnant quick” scheme considering he’s basically been in love with since college. But hey, a knot’s a knot and he’s a consenting adult; if he wants to get his hopes up that he’ll be able to step up as a father figure and raise your baby, then so be it, because it’s not going to happen. He’s a bit of a glutton for punishment; nothing you can do about that.

You fuck yourself hard to the sounds of your breeder’s arousal; Issac’s strangled whimpers, Peter’s taunts and wolf whistles, Scott and Boyd’s heavy breathing, Aiden’s groans and obscenities, and Derek and Deucalion’s low, guttural growls.

Deucalion is barely stroking himself but he licks his lips every so often. He can’t see what you’re doing but he can hear it as loudly as a human would hear a jet engine; every squelch of your walls, every throb of your clit, every whisper, every moan.

By the time you cum and leak your liquids all over your favorite toy, each man is panting, sweaty, and so achingly hard their knots are stiff and inflated.

“So…uh…who wants to go first?” you ask breathlessly, removing your silicone companion. You’re loose enough to try your hand, (or rather, your hole), at werewolf cock now.

“I’ll go. I’m sure I’ve got the most experience breeding humans out of all of you combined,” Deucalion drawls. Your heart beats faster as you look down at his nearly 14-inch long member.

“Uhhhh, you sure I shouldn’t try someone a little smaller first?” you ask weakly as the alpha makes his way towards the bed.

“I’ve bred virgins, love, you can take me, I promise” he reassures, though it only heightens your fear.

“What human virgin could possibly take all of that?” you screech, slightly panicked now that his engorged tip is inches from your opening.

“The human body finds a way. And from the way I just watched you take that toy; I’m confident you’ll stretch,” he smiles and mounts the bed, kneeling before you and stroking himself, giddy at the size difference.

Deucalion is like, the world’s shittiest deadbeat dad; he breeds humans for his own gratification then disappears into the night, never to be seen again. In the most morally corrupt way possible, he’s absolutely the most qualified person to knock you up and not get attached.

“Have you ever been put in a mating press before?” Deucalion asks sweetly and Peter laughs. In fact every man seems to react to that statement but you, having never heard that phrase before.

“She’s never been knotted before and you want to start out with that position?” Derek asks incredulously, which only heightens your anxiety.

“What a mating press?” you ask, your eyes never leaving Deucalion’s massive member. Despite your fears of being ripped in half, you’re excited to be knotted and still soaking wet.

“It’s a position that’s designed to be very effective for breeding; shall I show you how it works?” he asks and you nod your approval.

Deucalion takes both of your legs in his hands and flips them upwards abruptly. He positions his feet on either side of your ass and leans forwards on his knees on either side of your upturned legs. With his body now completely parallel to yours and his thighs keeping your legs pinned underneath him, he reaches down and lines his tip up to your opening.

“Good luck Y/N,” Boyd growls.

“You’re gonna need it,” smirks Issac.

“Ready?” Deucalion asks, his milky blind irises piercing yours.

“I feel very pinned,” you giggle, his soft tip breaching your moist folds.

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he grins.

“I’m ready; breed me wolf-man,” you chuckle and Deucalion pushes his tip inside you. Searing pain ripples up through your abdomen and you can’t help but let out a guttural scream. His tip is throbbing within you and stretching you so wide you’re seeing stars.

“Fuck! Too big; TOO BIG!” you scream out as the bulge in his shaft rips your walls apart even further. Static clouds your vision and your consciousness is already beginning to slip due to the overstimulation.

“No no no, shhh you’re doing great sweetheart, I’m already halfway in,” Deucalion praises as he kisses your lower jaw and continues his slow tunneling. You writhe and scream beneath him but are secretly glad he’s still going; if anything will be able to get you pregnant it’s this monster cock.

You finally reach the end of Deucalion’s thick shaft and his engorged knot bumps against your clit as he finally bottoms out. Your eyelids droop as the room spins around you but Deucalion extends his fangs and gives your jawline a love bite.

“Stay with me Y/N, you’re doing so good,” his voice is hushed and sweet now that he’s getting what he wants; a tight human hole to pump full of cum. He begins thrusting gently in and out of you and feels every flutter of your beautiful pussy.

“Oh!Mhmmmmmm,” you moan, finally feeling just a little bit of pleasure bloom beneath the searing pain.

“That’s it, good girl,” Deucalion praises, listening to the delicious sounds of his cock ravishing your walls and picking up his pace.

His thrusts are hard and punishing now, and there’s nowhere to grab but at him. Your fresh manicure leaves small red lines on his back as he hammers into you with reckless abandon.

“...so tight…take my cock-ugh…you’ll be bred in no time,” he groans in your ear, his swollen tip slamming into your cervix so hard it’ll probably bruise.

The absolute vice grip your pussy has around his cock brings his orgasm nearer and nearer, his knot seizing with pent up energy.

“Alright, love, I’m going to knot you now,” he finally explains, his thrusts becoming sloppier as his release looms closer and closer. Tears streak your cheeks as you beg for your sanity.

“No no no, I-I can’t-“ you wail, voice breaking. You’re stuffed completely full of his beautifully massive cock; that knot will for sure kill you.

“Yes you can, love. I-ugh-can’t breed you unless I knot you,” Deucalion explains between thrusts. Your apprehension is only furthering his arousal as his insatiable desire to breed takes over.

“He’s right, princess,” Peter agrees loftily from your left side. You’d almost forgotten anyone else was in the room.

“No no please; I can’t TAKE IT!” you scream through tears and Deucalion stops his thrusting immediately.

“Y/N do you want to be impregnated?” he snaps in a harsh tone. You nod desperately.

“Then you have to find a way to take it. I promise it’ll work once you do,” Deucalion half pleads.

The room goes quiet except the skin slapping sounds of six separate acts of masturbation.

“O-ok; I’m r-ready,” you stammer.

Deucalion nods his head and places a large hand over your mouth.

“Scream, bite me, do whatever you need to do my love but I’m not going to stop until every last drop of my seed is inside you. Alright in three….two….ONE”

Deucalion snaps his hips and thrusts his stiff knot through your opening. Your muscles scream in protest as his tip pushes through your cervix until it’s resting within your uterus itself. His knot inflates to its full size within you, locking him inside as his flushed tip begins to pump his hot cum deep inside you.

“Good girl y/n…you’ll be filled up in no time,” he reassures as thick streams of fertile ejaculate paints your insides white. Deucalion moans as he fills you, his primal desires finally being fulfilled. Your grip on reality is slipping as you bite into Deucalion’s palm in order to keep taking his beautiful seed.

He leans down to kiss your forehead, a rush of affection surging in his chest now. He remains locked inside you as his well-trained sperm searches for a willing egg. Once they bury themselves within, his knot finally deflates and he pulls out of your gaping hole. His cum seeps out of your stretched-out pussy and onto the bed as your eyelids flit closed.

“One down, six to go,” Aiden teases, hoping it’s his turn next.

Deucalion rubs your sore stomach and dismounts you, making a beeline for his pile of clothes immediately.

“You-you’re not staying?” you moan as Deucalion redresses.

“I’ve done my duty in breeding you; I don’t need to watch everyone else take their turn,” he explains.

“Boooo…” Peter exclaims, “Half the fun is watching her get bred over and over; I thought you’d be into that, Deuc,”

Deucalion rolls his eyes. “Why would listening to a bunch of average-sized, inexperienced dogs trying to breed this beautiful specimen appeal to me in any way?”

There’s a smattering of protests and arguing that breaks out at his inflammatory comment but you’re too fucked-out to notice. Your stomach aches from his abuse of your uterus but feeling his cum ooze out of you and knowing it’s working its magic inside your body right now makes it all worth it.

Once Deucalion’s fully clothed again he reappears above you in your field of vision and leans down to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll send you a baby shower gift,” he smiles, lying through his teeth. He exits as quietly as he entered earlier.

After the wolves spend a few seconds verbally lambasting Deucalion for being a snob and a pussy, Aiden takes things into his own hands

He pulls your fucked-raw body towards the edge of the bed and begins suckling gently on your sensitive clit, eliciting a few whines from you. Scott and Issac lay down on either side of you as Aiden slowly works you towards a second orgasm.

Issac rubs your stomach in slow, even circles, his hard-on untouched before him as he watches your face contort with pleasure. Scott leans down every so often to suck on your hardened nipples.

The Hales and Boyd are still stroking themselves lazily as they watch Aiden eat you out, keeping themselves hard. It’s pretty easy to do when your sinful moans begin filling the room again.

“Mmm, just like that,” you groan, shivering as Aiden’s expert tongue finds a specifically tender spot within your beautiful folds. He licks and sucks at the magic spot desperately, reveling in how good he can make you feel.

“How’s Deucalion’s cum taste?” Peter asks, ever the instigator. He’s getting bored of the, (in his opinion), excessive foreplay.

“Shut up Peter,” Scott snaps, taking your sensitive nipple back between his teeth once he finishes his sentence. Peter mutters something about how it was “just a question” but everyone ignores him.

“You look so pretty when you’re about to cum,” Issac whispers in your ear, reaching down to your core. Aiden takes the hint and lets Issac’s thumb circle your bundle of nerves as he continues his work beneath it.

“Come on, Y/N, cum for us, baby,” Issac continues, reaching down to stroke his cock with his other hand.

Your release finally breaks with the help of Aiden’s diligent tongue-fucking, Scott’s nipple sucking and Issac’s clit fondling. Aiden swallows the mixture of your liquids and Deucalion’s seed like he’s starving as you writhe above him wildly, your body so overstimulated from the three men’s efforts that you think you might pass out.

Scott, Issac and Aiden massage every square inch of your sore body, their large hands warm and soft on your plush skin. You come down from your euphoric high and your body finally stills its erratic tremors.

“My turn?” Aiden asks sweetly and you’re in no position to deny him; he’s more than earned his turn.

“Mhm,” you confirm pulling yourself up into your hands and knees, your limbs feeling like jello, “but get behind me. And Issac you get in front of me,” you order and the men comply instantly.

“Why do you want me here?” Issac asks, confused as Aiden lines his tip up to your opening and you look up at him.

“If you’re down my throat I can’t scream,” you reason and Issac’s eyes roll back as you take his leaking tip into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, thank you,” Issac praises, threading his shaking hands through your hair and trying not to bust too soon. Though it’s hard when you circle his leaking tip with your tongue, swallowing every bit of his salty precum.

Aiden pushes forward into your loosened hole and you hum around Issac in response. After Deucalion’s monster cock, you find taking every inch of Aiden’s to be a walk in the park.

“Fuck, you’re still so t-tight Y/N,” Aiden groans as the last of his shaft disappears inside you. His hands grip your hips tightly, getting used to the snug fit.

He rolls his hips forward and backwards in long, slow movements. The curve of his cock hits your g-spot just right and everytime he does you deepthroat Issac, who cries out your name in response.

“Oh come on!” Peter taunts, “The woman wants to be bred, not put to sleep; fuck her like you mean it,”

He has a point; the slow pace is starting to kill your arousal now, not heighten it. Especially since Deucalion already gaped you wide open; you want a good rough fuck to make up for everyone being smaller than him.

“Is that what you want, Y/N?” Aiden asks and Issac pulls his cock out of your mouth to allow you to answer.

“Mhm; I-I want it rough,” you confirm in a stammer. What’s the point of getting impregnated by seven werewolf cocks if you’re not going to go all out with it? No matter how gently they penetrate you there’s no way you’re going to be able to walk tomorrow so you might as well let them rail you as hard as they can.

Without further warning Aiden pulls almost all the way out and slams back inside you, hitting your cervix hard.

“Oh!” you moan, clit throbbing once more at this pickup in momentum. You let yourself come undone with each jab of Aiden’s curved canine cock. Issac seethes with jealousy every time you wail Aiden’s name, his knot throbbing uncomfortably due to lack of stimulation. Scott positions himself in front of you, enjoying the view of your scrunched-up face. You really do look the most beautiful when you’re being fucked raw.

“See, look how much she’s enjoying herself now,” Peter confirms, stroking his cock faster to the sound of Aiden’s full sack slapping against your ass.

“Bet I can do better,” Derek taunts, walking closer to the bed as Boyd snorts.

“Don’t get cocky, alpha,” he teases, watching your ass recoil with every one of Aiden’s thrusts.

“Aiden-ugh you’re so big!,” you cry out for the upteenth time and Scott rolls his eyes.

“Alright you’ve stroked his ego enough; open up,” Scott commands, positioning his fat tip between your pillowy lips.

“Hey!” Issac protests to no avail. You take Scott in your mouth, whining as you suck every last drop of precum from his swollen tip.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Scott moans, holding your hair out of the way as Aiden continues railing you. You match your deepthroating of Scott to Aiden’s thrusts, grateful to have something to muffle your wails.

“Don’t cum down her throat Scott, that’d be a waste,” Derek chastises as Aiden moans your name and speeds up, his release clearly teetering ever closer.

“I won’t,” Scott dismisses, enjoying your blowjob far more than he should until he realizes how close he’s getting to release, “Ok fuck, wait you’re right,” Scott groans, pulling out of your throat to avoid cumming down it.

“Told ya,” Derek sighs, taking his own hand off his cock for fear he might cum too early too.

“Aiden knot me…p-please!” you beg once your mouth is free. His cock feels heavenly sliding in and out of you but you can’t wait to feel full of cum again.

“Really??” he exclaims, surprised you’re begging for it now.

“Please! Cum-oh-inside me I-I wanna be bred!” you yell but Aiden doesn’t comply just yet.

“Dude, knot her, she’s fucking begging you,” Scott snaps, slapping Aiden on the back. If he can’t do it there are five others who will.

“I-I’ve never knotted anyone before I’m-I don’t-“ he stammers through his thrusts but Peter cuts him off.

“Oh my god! Grip her hips and push; it’s not fucking rocket science,” he yells as Aiden continues bumping your opening against his knot instead of burying it within you. It’s starting to hurt.

“I’m trying but it won’t-oh FUCK!” he yells as he finally gets it. His knot locks in place and thick streams of cum eject from his swollen tip and flood your already-bloated uterus.

“Ugh Y/N, gonna fill you up,” he moans and his cock emptying its load deep within you is the last thing you need to orgasm for the third time tonight. You shudder and writhe as Aiden holds your hips in place, emptying every drop of his seed into your womb.

“Aiden-I’m cumming!,” you wail and the wolf reaches around to circle your clit with his thumb, heightening your pleasure even more as his own orgasm finally comes to an end. Your stomach bulges as Aiden holds his position deep within you, caressing your ass as feels his own cum slosh back at him, having nowhere else to go.

“P-Peter you next,” you mumble as Aiden’s knot deflates within you.

“Really? No cool down?” Peter asks with glee, practically shoving Aiden to the ground once he pulls out.

“N-no…p-please just-oh Peter!” you moan as he thrusts hard inside you. He’s girthier than Aiden and stretching your quivering walls just right with his violent thrusts.

You can always count on Peter to be rough when you ask him to be. Each jab of his cock rattles the whole bed and the room fills with your breathy pronunciation of his name. You don’t even notice the other men arguing over who’s next and forming a line behind him.

“You like getting bred, Y/N? Is werewolf cock everything you hoped for?” Peter grins, putting a large hand between your shoulder blades and shoving your face into the mattress. Face down, ass up is Peter’s favorite position, no matter the species of pussy his cock is occupying.

“It’s better!” you wail through your whimpers. Peter pauses for a millisecond to push your knees back together beneath you, which have been sliding further apart against his ceaseless thrusts. His cock is tunneling you at a new angle now and it’s tantalizingly deep.

“Better than you hoped for? That’s-ugh-good princess. Glad to know you-ungh-like to be bred like an animal,” Peter spits. The line of men behind him whistle and holler at this comment.

Peter’s thrusts send the tidal wave of werewolf semen sloshing around inside you. Your belly is already swollen and it bulges even further to accommodate Peter’s impressive girth. The delicious sensation of being filled up is more heavenly than you ever could’ve imagined and you’re dreading your return to human cock after tonight.

Maybe you won’t though, maybe this is the beginning of your werewolf size queen arc. You could certainly get used to sex like this, were that to be the case.

“You’re pretty full princess, you sure you can take more cum?” Peter teases, feeling a bit of ejaculate dribble out of your stuffed pussy every time he draws back for another stroke. It makes a beautiful wet sound every time he fucks into you that reverberates throughout the room.

“Yes….please,” you beg. Peter pulls you off his cock completely and slams your hips over his knot in one swift motion.

“PETER!” you scream, white spots popping in your vision. Peter leans forward and places a hand on the back of your head, holding his position as his cock twitches, his thick load streaming into your weak hole as you clench around him.

“You’re such a cumslut, Y/N, I bet you’d do this even if it didn’t get you pregnant,” Peter taunts, his balls seizing as his tip continues its relentless gush of ejaculate. You’re about ready to pop.

Cum is leaking out past Peter’s knot and dribbling down his now empty ball sack, unable to remain inside of you. You enjoy the delicious sensation of being impregnated with this much seed, being so full it hurts.

“Oh god..” Peter moans, his knot still inflated and locked inside you, “you’re one hell of a human, Y/N. If you ever need a good knotting again, call me; please,” he pants, smacking your ass hard on the last word, causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“Me too…” Aiden pipes up, his cock half-hard again, “your pussy’s fucking amazing,” he marvels to himself.

You just might take them up on that offer. Knotting is unlike any sensation you’ve ever experienced before; getting railed into oblivion and then just when you think you can’t take anymore, suddenly there’s more to be stuffed inside you?

Yeah this probably won’t be a one time thing.

“Get out of her, Peter, you’re hogging the pussy,” Boyd growls after a few more seconds.

“I’m not deflated yet; clearly I’m still working very hard to impregnate her,” Peter drawls, thrusting forward slightly and making you gasp.

“Thank you, Peter,” you whisper feebly and Peter smirks in a “see, I told you?” kind of way. The rest of the guys shut up.

Peter’s knot finally deflates and he pulls out of you with a satisfied wolf whistle. He steps back and the 6 men watch the monumental amount of cum you’ve been pumped with stream out of your gaping hole and down the side of the bed. The beautiful full feeling leaves with it, and you’re desperate to get it back.

“Who’s next?” you ask weakly and Peter shoves Derek hard in the chest when he opens his mouth to suggest himself.

“You should try and guess, Y/N; guess who’s cock you’re taking,” he says and Derek smirks.

“Ok,” you agree, intrigued.

“Close your eyes, angel,” Peter coos and Derek approaches you, abruptly flipping you on your back and pulling your hips to the edge of the bed. He grabs both legs and rests them high in the air on his chest, putting your body into an L-shape. He reaches down and lines his tip up to your inflamed entry.

Derek looks down at your pliable body and pushes forward.

“Oh fuck!” you yell, pain returning to your stomach as whoever this is pushes themselves forward slowly, “Fuck, whoever this is they’re fucking huge!” you moan.

Derek presses down on your lower stomach as he continues his slow bore into your center. He can feel his cock beneath his hand as it makes your stomach stretch with each new inch he sinks into your fluttering pussy.

“Who do you think it is?” Aiden chuckles, finally hard enough to begin stroking himself again. His shaft is sensitive and if he keeps this up he’ll be cumming in no time, but he doesn’t need to worry about holding out anymore.

“Ummmmm,” you moan, mind hazy as you try to think through the pleasure, “he-ungh-knows about the stomach thing so-oh fuck!” you cut yourself off as Derek finally bottoms out, all twelve inches sheathed inside you.

“So what, baby?” Peter asks as Derek begins his quick, jerky thrusts, holding your legs in place against his toned chest.

“Oh god! So-he’s-fuck; faster! He’s uh-experienced and-fuck-sooooo big,” you groan. Derek bites down on his lower lip to keep his satisfied grunts from escaping as he quickens his pace, knot throbbing with anticipation.

You fit him like a glove. He hasn’t fucked a human in years and they usually aren’t able to take all of him, or if they are, they don’t exactly enjoy it, so this is a wonderful change of pace.

“Derek!” you moan, “is that you?” you open your eyes and take in his glowing blue eyes and extended fangs above your head.

“How’d you know?” he asks, staring down at your blissful facial expression, your body shuddering as you absorb each one of his forceful jabs.

“Ugh-I’ve seen your cock. Figured no one but Deuc could get this-oh-deep!” you moan.

“You like me deep, Y/N?” Derek asks, your heavenly cunt clenching his veiny shaft.

“Yesssss, fuck me deep Derek!” you wail and the wolf obliges.

He grips your hips, holding them in place and thrusting as deep as he can without knotting you. Your whole body shudders, getting you closer to yet another orgasm.

“Derek….m’close!” you wail, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Lets cum together, princess,” Derek growls, pulling his entire glistening length out of you and shoving himself back in, knot and all.

“Come on, baby, cum on my knot! Cum while I impregnate you,” Derek roars and you do. Your legs shake as the werewolf holds them in place on his sweaty chest, enjoying the throb of your ragged tunnel as his cum spurts into your body.

“So warm Y/N, your womb’s full of my seed now,” Derek whispers affectionately once his ejaculation ceases. With his knot still locked within you he gently lets your legs down to your sides and leans forward, kissing up your neck until he reaches your lips.

Your tongues battle sensually as Derek’s cum sloshes in your tummy, fulfilling it’s biological design. When his knot finally deflates, he pulls his body upwards and off of you, a warm look in his eyes.

“Good job Y/N; you tolerate knotting very well,” he remarks almost clinically.

“T-tolerate it?” you ask weakly, voice thick with satisfaction.

“Don’t be coy, Derek; she fucking loved that,” Scott remarks, stepping up for his turn. “What position do you want, princess?” he asks sweetly, tilting your chin up with his hand. You focus your blurry vision on his face.

“I-I liked what Derek was doing, with my legs up…” you stammer and Derek grins, receiving fist bumps from the other guys, “…can you just keep doing that?” you ask weakly.

“Of course I can,” Scott murmurs as he carefully positions your tired body with your legs on his chest, just as Derek had done. But before he pushes his tip in, he stops, crossing your legs one over the other so they form an “x” in the air. You give him a confused look.

“I think you’ll like the angle, with your thighs pushing together,” he explains, running de-clawed fingers through the slick and cum pooling in your slit.

Scott presses his hips forward and stars pop in your vision when his flushed tip breaches your walls.

“Oh!” you gasp and Scott presses on.

“That’s a good move, Scott, I’ve gotta steal that,” Aiden remarks.

“Oh you should; it feels great, doesn’t it Y/N?” he asks but all you can do is nod.

Scott’s completely right about the angle; his cock’s already huge but it feels even more massive with your thighs pressed together, giving him so little room to penetrate you through. His strokes alternate between rough and fast and slow and sensual, the change in rhythm keeping your body sensitive under his touch.

“Jesus you sure can fuck, Scotty!” you moan and he bites his lip while nodding gratuitously.

Scott’s a very attentive lover; no woman ever leaves his bed unsatisfied and he never cums first. After all, this is the same man who taught himself how to eat pussy from watching porn for his first girlfriend and ended up getting so good at it, he made her cry from pleasure the very first time he attempted it.

Allison was a very lucky girl when she had him. I mean most high school girls get lucky if their first boyfriend even considers oral, let alone making them cum twice in a row from it every single time they hook up.

Allison’s married now, (happily, thank you very much), and rarely thinks about Scott. But sometimes when her husband doesn’t suck on her clit just right, she wishes she could feel her ex’s expert tongue down there, even just one more time.

“Ready for the knot?” Scott asks you, slamming your g-spot repeatedly as another orgasm seizes you. This one’s a lot weaker, but Scott can tell by your squeaky moans and rolled-back eyes that it’s just as effective as the others.

“Mhmmmmm,” you moan, too gone to form a sentence.

Scott buries his huge knot right at your opening, plugging your pussy up as own orgasm comes in the form of warm semen gushing into your stomach. He mimicks Derek’s move from earlier, pushing down on your bulging tummy as he continues inseminating you.

“So…full….” you moan, looking in Scott’s eyes with genuine affection.

“Good job sweetie, you’re such a good little slut. So fun to breed,” Scott remarks. The words are degrading but his tone couldn’t be sweeter.

Scott’s knot deflates and he pulls out with a groan, letting your legs down to the side. He too leans down to kiss you, sucking on your bottom lip before moving aside to let the next wolf take his turn.

No one’s talking anymore. Now in the home stretch of this breeding marathon, everyone’s moving quicker and cumming faster, trying to get the impregnation part of the night checked off so they can do other fun things with your willing holes, like anal or throat fucking or double penetration or 69’ing or titty-fucking or all of the above and more.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re gonna ride me,” Boyd instructs, picking you up and bringing you to the head of the bed. He sits down and positions you on top, sinking your quivering pussy onto his agonizingly hard cock.

You’re so used to penetration now that Boyd’s cock doesn’t hurt to take at all. There’s no pain to work through this time; it feels good from the beginning.

He grips your hips, pulling you up and down, your walls gripping his shaft with every movement.

“Still tight,” he grunts, eyes fixated on your tits bouncing up and down.

You moan as his thrusts get feeling and deeper, the head of his cock stimulating your g-spot nicely.

Boyd’s fangs are out and his eyes are glowing, illuminating his sweaty face. Through all the pleasure, you still manage to blush. Boyd’s beautiful and the only man you’re embarrassed to be enjoying his member in front of everyone else; you’d rather be alone with him.

“You’re doing well,” he comments, holding your hair of of your face, “you’re gonna have a whole litter in your belly by the time we’re all done with you,”

“God I hope so! I want all the babies,” you moan, the vertical angle of his cock hitting your cervix beautifully.

Boyd thrusts up into you in a steady rhythm. He used to have stamina for days but he hasn’t been with a woman since Erica and he’s horribly out of practice. Your gummy walls are satisfying him in a way his hand never could and he knows he isn’t going to last.

He watches your face intently as he shoves you down over his engorged knot, studying your fucked-out expression.

“Such a tight pussy; thanks for letting me cum inside. You’re an angel,” Boyd praises, pumping hot seed inside you. Your eyes never leave his as every spurt of cum paints your insides, leaking slowly down his nutsack. He doesn’t have quite as tight a seal on you as Scott did.

“I love being knotted,” you mewl and Boyd chuckles, his still very much inflated.

“Aren’t you glad you took all of us in one night?” he asks, putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

“So good,” you mewl. After a moment of silence only penetrated by Peter’s tutting, Boyd’s knot collapses, sending his cum oozing out of you and down his hips.

He sets you carefully on the bed and Issac wastes no time in approaching you.

“Hey princess; one more knot and you’re done,” Issac whispers, spreading your legs. You’re already sprawled on your back and he’s more than happy with missionary.

He slides his tip into the cocktail of six other guys’ loads and moans loudly as he bottoms out. Cum froths at your opening as Issac thrusts forcefully but without enough conviction to really rail you. Maybe you’re just too loose from everyone else to feel it.

“So beautiful…” Issac moans, leaning down to suck on one of your nipples and roll the other between his fingers, eliciting a well-earned whine from your throat.

“That feels so good, Issac,” you praise and it affects him almost immediately. His thrusts become sloppier and a deep blush inflames his pale skin. He's like putty in your hand

“You feel good,” he grunts through his pleasure. His brain’s gone foggy and all he can focus on is the friction your walls are building on his shaft.

Issac’s not a virgin but he couldn’t be considered experienced by any means. He's not the most socially well-adjusted to begin with and unfortunately his last girlfriend cheated on him so he’s not really in a hurry to get girls on his dick.

But when you asked to get impregnated by wolves how could he have said no? How many times has he fantasized about your pussy when stroking himself? How many times has he finished while moaning your name? An innumerable amount of times.

So even though he’s very obviously showing his hand and making it clear to the whole room that he’s utterly in love with you and also making it even more apparent that you don’t feel the same, he can’t bring himself to care. He gets to be inside you. That’s enough for him right now.

He shoves his knot within you, panting like a dog as he adds his load to your stuffed-full womb. He caresses your warm flesh with his hands, massaging your sore body as his semen searches for an egg.

Issac’s hands are nice at least, exploring your flesh gently and making the come down enjoyable. When he pulls out and the last gush of semen rushes out of your swollen hole, the six men around you break out in applause.

“Gentlemen, Miss Y/N Y/L/N! Knotted seven times in a row as a human; what an incredible specimen,” Peter cheers above the clapping.

“What now?” you ask quietly, legs shaking beneath you. A dopey grin spreads across your flushed face.

“Well now that you’re pregnant, we can just fuck for fun. Do you want to have fun, Y/N?” Peter growls, approaching you cock-first for the second time tonight.

 

Epilogue:

“Fun” doesn’t even begin to describe how the rest of the weekend went for you and your six well-endowed companions.

The wolves had you in every position imaginable and several more they made up on the spot. After swallowing enough semen to fill a crockpot and taking a few more loads in your stretched-out pussy, you’d finally declared you needed a shower after all that breeding.

Aiden and Scott came with you as the other men showered one by one in the guest bathroom. They lathered your body in soap and supported your weight when your knees got weak. But rubbing up and down your beautiful tits and ass got them hard again and no sooner were you dried off then you found yourself between them, pussy full of Scott’s cock and throat full of Aiden’s.

When all three of you had returned to the bedroom you’d confessed to wanting to lose your backdoor virginity. You selected Issac to do it because you knew he’d be gentle.

He slid himself slowly into your ass and the new sensation of your unstretched hole was so overwhelming that he came as soon as he bottomed out. He’d apologized profusely and then got shoved aside by Peter, who put you back in a mating press and fucked your ass until it was nice and loose for everybody else to have a turn.

With your third hole unlocked you were a goner. Boyd railed it against a wall, Peter and Derek penetrated both holes at the same time while holding you up, Scott plugged your pussy with your dildo and had you ride his cock. They took great pleasure in breaking that hole in. Over and over and over again.

The weekend was a never ending cycle of getting covered in and stuffed with cum, going to shower with one of the men, ending up getting bent over the sink or on your knees and returning to the bedroom to repeat the pattern.

Aiden was the only one who managed to knot your throat and when you’d breathed through your nose while swallowing his seed, the other five men seethed with jealousy. Derek came in your ass more times than you could count, declaring that it was his favorite hole of yours. Issac always preferred your pussy in missionary, making out with you and trying not to moan “I love you” every time he finished. It didn’t matter which one of your holes Peter chose, he always fucked you fast and rough, something you came to appreciate. Scott made you squirt for the first time ever using his well-practiced tongue and the sight made him cum untouched in his boxers, leading to some heavy teasing from the others. Boyd came on your tits almost everytime he fucked you and took a picture of his handiwork every time.

Deucalion returned the day after the breeding after Scott sent him one of those pictures with a message accompanying it that simply said “you’re missing out”. He’d taken your newly unlocked backdoor for a spin and had you crying, screaming and unable to walk for the rest of the day. For good measure he blew another load in your tight cunt and disappeared just as quickly as the day before. But you had a feeling he’d be back.

For two full days you sucked, rode, stroked, kissed, lived and breathed werewolf cock. You’d never been so satisfied in your life, regretting the many years you went with only human sexual partners. Had you known how much fun you’d be having, you probably would’ve gotten pregnant years ago.

The last sex act of the weekend was them running one last train on you, with each wolf stopping, (with great difficulty), right before he came. Once everyone got a turn inside you, they had you kneel on the ground, and masturbated furiously above you until they finished all over your body.

You’d stuck your tongue out and fingered yourself as thick ropes of warm ejaculate spurted onto your face, tits, back, feet, arms and ass. Once everyone was thoroughly milked, Peter set up his phone camera on a timer on the dresser, and everyone stood in a line behind your cum-covered body with the biggest grins on their faces as the phone camera snapped a pic.

Once each guy had taken enough photos of you in that state to start a sizable wank bank, you’d showered alone and put on clothes for the first time in two days.

When the wolves returned you home, sore but optimistic you’d forced yourself to wait two weeks until you bought the first pregnancy test.

After the most anxious piss you’d ever taken in your life you’d looked down at the plastic tester and saw two strong, dark red lines that indicated quite plainly that the breeding party was a success.

You hadn’t been able to contain your excitement; jumping for joy so hard you rattled the bathroom cabinets while tears streamed down your face.

Finally. You got what you wanted.

With shaking fingers you withdrew your cellphone, snapped a pic and sent it to the werewolf group chat. As soon as it went through you changed the name of it from “Y/N’s Future Baby Daddies” to just “Y/N’s Baby Daddies”.

“I can’t thank you guys enough, seriously. I can’t wait to be a mom <3” your message read below the picture.

Though you had no way of seeing it for yourself, that message put a content smile on every single one of its recipients.