Dyri leaped to his understructure. His hands went for his steel, and he was surprised to come up it gone. Undeterred, he snapped,"I will do no such thing ! I refuse to be humiliated !"

The wolves along the sideline stepped forward, tooth bared.

Dyri's posture softened a little, but he did not back down.

The shaman remained untouched, his digit curling in the long mane of one of the White person Friedrich August Wolf."Our women are treated well, human. You should be honored to take up their task."He waved a paw and ordered Aitu and Torlarrin to"ingest the human to Inotago's tent. He needs to rest and turn over his choice. She will help him see to reason, or he will die."

Two sets of powerful paws grabbed Dyri by his shoulder. The savage pulled him, kicking and cursing, through the settlement. Shame held his natural language only once or twice when the womenfolk stopped to stare. When the mantle of a new tent house cut him off from the frostbitten humans, his swears started up with new fire.

"What is all this ruction ?"asked a tire female voice.

Dyri glanced over his shoulder for only a second before he was flung forward. Scrabbling to his hired hand and genu, he looked up into the case of a beautiful womanhood. Her long, blond whisker was decorated with ribbons and beadwork, and the twist fell past her shoulders. Swirling tribal tattoos decorated her picket face and followed the contour line of her cervix to her shoulders. To Dyri 's unending stand-in, she was blessedly human.

She blinked, inspecting him with ice-water amobarbital sodium eyes. Then she spoke in a hushed tincture,"You're like me."

Dyri went to his stifle and gripped her bare articulatio humeri."Thank the Allfather ! Please, you must help me ! These- These animal,"he pointed back to the two wolves,"have made an impossible need of me and say I must do it or die !"

The woman looked at him, shocked, then casually brushed his hands away. Dyri blushed, realizing the woman was fully bare. He looked away for a moment, then followed her feet as she padded her way to the orotund wolf.

"Torlarrin,"she cooed as she pressed herself to the animal,"did you have a successful hunt ?"

The big Brown University Friedrich August Wolf grinned. He wrapped a strong arm around the flyspeck woman's waist and said,"Brought down an elk. I'll be sure to bring in a respectable cut for you."

Dyri watched in horror as the woman giggled and began to stroke the creature's expectant sack. The pink tip of his cock becoming seeable as the two flirted back and forth. It grew until the brute's penis was partially exposed.

The other Friedrich August Wolf coughed, his own rooster aroused by the display."The shaman says that this new human being is to either turn a woman of the tribe or we will be forced to pour down him. The liveliness demand it, Inotago. Just as they had with you before."The masher extended a hand toward Dyri."Could you help him see this is the considerably choice ?"

Inotago's hand paused on Torlarrin's sheath, making the big wolf groan. She turned back to Dyri and chuckled,"Won't be a good-looking cleaning woman, but he's Lester Willis Young enough."

"postponement,"Dyri scooted further away."Were you- You were a man like me ? !"

"Oh gods no !"Inotago laughed."I was once a shieldmaiden for my place settlement. I crashed here, just as you did and was given the same pick ; take a new name and take a new role among the tribe or die. As you can see, I preferred life."

"You preferred being a Noel Coward and whore for animate being !"

She glared at him,"I expected to die a warrior but they would not have given me a warrior's death. They could kill me at any time, should they be unsatisfied. At least with this option I 'm alert could have taken a mate-"

"Still could,"Torlarrin growled in her ear. His vauntingly hand went to hers and urged her to hold stroking him.

She laughed and slid a finger into his cocktail dress."But I have so much fun being at the service of all the men here. And I have no risk of getting with child thanks to the shaman's magic. It's the most alert I've felt in ages."

Inotago took Torlarrin's testis in her hand and gently led him to her cushions. The other, a handsome, new grey wolf, stood back with his tool in his helping hand and licking his lips. Dyri realized what was about to encounter and knew he would be forced to witness this unnatural mating.

"Aitu, you could fall in if you want."The Male didn't hesitate but stood back a minuscule when Torlarrin growled. The brown manlike sat on his human knee and moaned as Inotago began to kiss and lick his hammer. With her unloosen helping hand, she massaged Aitu's balls."I suggest you get over yourself, warrior. The dying they choose will not get you into Valhalla. At least like this you would be useful."

Dyri moved away from the bed. Even with his hands over his ear, he could still hear the obscene sound of slurping and charge up gasps ; grunting and the gnashing of dentition. He knew it was abnormal, and he should ingest been disgusted. However, he couldn't prevent the hard-on that grew from what he heard.

He hid behind a curtain where another set of sleeping cushions was placed. While he couldn't see anything, his mind filled in with its own imaging. Dyri freed his cock and stroked himself to the phone of Inotago being violated.

The animate being ravaged her in ways no man ever could, and Dyri knew it. They had her begging and crying their name in hug drug. She gagged on their dick and whimpered as teeth sank into her skin.

His head began to drift as he jerked off. What did a wolf's cock feeling like ? Was it anything like a man's, or was it more sate ? How was she able to make the knot so easily ?

Then his mind gave him an image of himself bent over as one of the wolf creatures pushed into him. Rutting into his ass with brute military group. He pictured the creatures making him beg just as Inotago begged.

Dyri's eyes scoot open as the curtain opened. Before him, the shaman and his white wolf wife. The female person stared at his man cock with amused smirks. shaman Vatea folded his blazonry across his breast and raised an eyebrow.

A smile curled his greying muzzle."So, human, I take it you're at least intrigued ?"

Dyri's face burned hot. He felt ashamed at what had been going through his psyche. Now he was caught on the verge of coming undone by these strangers. He gulped and released his prick, looking away.

"What kind of demise could I expect if I refused ?"

"You would be bound to a tree diagram in the forest,"replied the shaman."And if the low temperature didn't killing you first, the brag and brute would. Your body would be ripped apart to gentle the spirits and push back the wicked matter you brought with you away."

Dyri's fists clenched. The prostitute had been right… That was no way for a warrior to die. Hanging his point, Dyri sighed,"Then… I guess I have no choice but to --"his pharynx clenched. Swallowing, he continued,"To get a woman… for your people."

The priest-doctor grinned wickedly."Then it is settled. The emotional state have whispered your new name to me ; Chilam is who you will be from now until the day you die."

Vatea nodded to his wives. They exited the mantle only to return with new wearing apparel, a bowl, dagger, a tattooing joystick, and ink. The older married woman, who introduced herself as Urarii, washed Dyri's cheek and shaved the thin beard. Then she instructed him to get defenseless and, to further his humiliation, she shaved his chest, belly, and privates until almost all of him was smooth. His energize prick twitched against the supple skin of her palm tree as she handled him.

When she finished, her companion, Heimata, helped the man slip into his new dress. It was a simple blue ombre buckskin decorated with colorful string of beads. Then she wrapped a bleached cloth around his waist, giving him soft curves.

He sat in silence as both married woman applied the new tattoos that marked him as share of the tribe. It hurt only a little, but the humiliation made it worse.

Then he jumped when he felt a set of paws lift his dress. He couldn't move even as the mitt teased his cock and balls. It took all of his potency to not yelp when a hook probed at his pucked asshole. The tip just barely slipping inside.

shaman Vatea chuckled deep in his chest."You whimper like a virgin woman already."

He gripped Dyri's jaw in his liberate paw when his wives pulled away. His early handwriting pushed a lubricated finger into the man's ass. He watched with delight as the pocket-size man struggled- nuisance, pleasance, abasement evident on his cheek. The homo's cheeks flushed an excellent shade of pinko ; he remembered watching the former homo react the same way years ago. This one would learn as she had.

A stream of precum slid down the man's cock."You like that, Chilam ? The squeezing of your thigh and trembling Tell me that you do."

Vatea felt his dick slip full from its sheath. His immature wife, Heimata, held its girth in her paw and began to stroke him. He growled low, making sure to keep open eye tangency with the human. His grip moved from the fair sex's jaw to her throat and gave it a squeeze. Chilam would get it on who was in charge.

"My beloved mates, should I hit her suck my prick first or do I shove it in and show her the power of our people ?"Vatea asked.

"Oh, do not be cruel, my shaman,"Urarii said, rising to her feet to buss her hubby's snarling maw."You must facilitate her into womanhood."She ran her tongue over Vatea's teeth and whispered,"Let her get a gustatory modality of you."

The elderberry bush wife nodded to the younger,"Heimata, show our new pack sis how to service a manful properly. You upright pay attending to her, human. Heimata's skill with her tongue has no competition."

Once the shaman removed his finger, Dyri was forced to his knees. Taking his hand in her paw, the younger wife joined him and brought his hired hand to the shaman's heavy paper bag. One testicle filled his palm easily ; the skin flexed on contact and felt warm under the soft fur.

"Take in the odor,"Heimata instructed gently. Her vocalisation was delicate and kind as she had Dyri massage the testicle he palmed. Her other hired hand urged his face closer."proceeds in the aroma, breathe it in and let it relax you."

Dyri wanted to do no such matter. However, his endurance depended on this humiliation. Doing as the she-wolf instructed, he found his nose pressed to the priest-doctor's sack taking in the fleshy musk. It smelt of fur, scandal, sweat, and the herbaceous plant that had been used as incense.



Beside him, Heimata seemed almost intoxicated by the smell. Dyri, however, was trying not to gag. He had to draw himself not to leap out away when a thick free fall of precum splatted on his nerve. The shaman's throbbing cock was so close to his face he could feel the high temperature it put off. darkness violet vena spider-webbed through the reddish-pink rod. The mi was damn near the sizing of an apple- Dyri felt his ass grasp, knowing the priest-doctor had threatened to put that in him.

A arduous paw gripped the backbone of his head."Satisfy your shaman, woman."priest-doctor Vatea grinned above him."Please me with your sass and glossa. Do it well, and your accounting entry into womanhood will be gentle."

Heimata nodded to her fellow's cock."Do as I do, Chilam."

Dyri watched as the she-wolf's tongue traced along the length of the shaft, following the contours of the knot all the way up to the tapered tip. His tum dropped. It was like they were asking him to give suck off a dog.

Swallowing more than just spunk, he rose on his articulatio genus and did as the she-wolf had. He followed Heimata's example, licking and sucking on the knot while stimulating the shaman's formal. The soma tasted salty, a bear upon nutty ; the fluid that streamed from the tip carried a fragile metallic twang he hadn't expected.

Dyri's breathing became strained as he and Heimata worked the elder woman chaser. At first, he had recoiled when their clapper met, but as he put himself to the task, he began to disregard it. His heart raced with mortification and… exhilaration ? There was a bloom on his fresh shaven and tattooed boldness, and he felt an approving wring from the priest-doctor's paw.

"That's a good girl,"the wolf rumbled."You learn quickly."

Much to his shame, Dyri felt his stopcock straining against his loincloth. He did not enjoy this, surely ? Being made to pleasure a creature while dressed and treated as a fair sex was a destiny worse than death.

The priest-doctor's pelvic girdle adjusted, and Dyri's worst veneration turned into a waking incubus as the tapered tip pressed against his lips."Open your back talk, Chilam,"commanded Shaman Vatea."Do your obligation and delight me."

Dyri let out a low growl as he glared up at Vatea. In a lapse of sound judgement and an act of rebelliousness, he snapped his dentition at the wolf's prick. His teeth barely clicked before a heavy paw slapped him across the face. The man flew back and was immediately pinned by a strong foot.

Urarii stood above him, her blue eyes cold as ice beneath the sea."You will not do that again, bitch."

Her towering presence made Dyri shrink to the floor. It had been her who had sent him flying as if he weighed nil, and he saw the tips of her claws were slightly red in the torchlight. He didn't need to bear upon his burning cheek to roll in the hay she had cut him. Dyri could palpate profligate trickling over the fresh tattoo wounds.

The senior she-wolf's eyes darted up behind him. Her ears flattened to her skull, and her lips curled back in a tangle."Return to your business organisation, whore. This does not concern any of you."

Chancing a flavour over his shoulder, Dyri saw the drape between his living space and Inotogo's was pulled aside. She and the former two wildcat immediately ducked back. How long had they been watching ?

He let out a yip as Urarii snatched him up by the hair. She dragged him to his groundwork and hauled him to his bed. Without warning, the other she-wolf had his dress up and loincloth off in a affair of arcsecond. Something slick and cold coated the entry of his ass in it, a clawed fingerbreadth firmly pressing itself in and along a spiritualist part of him he didn't know existed.

Realizing what was about to chance, Dyri fought back. He kicked and yanked at his hair. His hands clawed at the solid she-wolf, ripping and tugging at the soft fur on her forearms. But as he felt the shaman's cock tip pipeline up with his clenched asshole, he knew there was nil he could do.

The priest-doctor thrust his way in and pulled himself all the way out. Even with the lube, the impression of the shaman's thick stopcock sliding inside him made him squall into the fur. His asshole burned as it was forced apart, ripping subject as it was forced to adapt the foreign object. There was no time for him to recover.

The older wolf's hips slammed into Dyri's backside severe and fast, giving no time to recover. Was this how cleaning lady felt when their virginity was taken ? Certainly human men weren't so brutish when deflowering females- Though, he supposed if one tried to bite his cock… However, the pain eventually evolved to a strange pleasure as the odd build of the shaman's shaft ground against that tender place in the man's ass. Dyri found himself whining and was humiliated by the whorish sounds.

Heavy nut smacked against his smaller single with each hefty thrust. Something large and stave popped in and out of him, drawing out even lusty moan. Whatever the matter was, it pressed into the mightily places as it pushed the cock head deeper.

"That's it, woman,"the priest-doctor growled. His voice was dark, more dominant than before. It was the voice of a fauna who knew how to put a bitch in her place."Fill this tent with the auditory sensation of your need. You're squeezing me so tightly ; you want my pups in your belly, don't you ?"

Dyri couldn't respond. The new pleasure had driven all thought from his mind- all he could do was whine like a brisk prostitute. His tool throbbed as it pressed into the bed. Precum pooled beneath him and coated the fur beneath him ; the slickness hairsbreadth teased his cock straits in ways that made him pinch and involuntarily force back into the wolf. When he moved back, he only drove the male deeper, making the experience more than pleasurable.

He was humiliated and yet found himself so incredibly turned on until-

"Ah !"he felt his glob clutches as the pecker bore down on his sensitive insides.

They squeezed and released the biggest load Dyri had ever experienced in his spirit. Cum soaked his legs and freshly shaved belly, the look making him arch his hips up. It was a misapprehension as it spurred the growling wolf on, and with a final exam pop, the priest-doctor's knot locked in place.

It was as if individual had shoved a whole apple in his ass. The slub filled him far more than Dyri thought possible and forced more cum from his aching ballock. Above him, the priest-doctor gripped Dyri's pelvis and held them to him as he let out a forte howling. As he howled his victory, hot cum poured into the man's insides.

The hotshot was so alien and unexpected that Dyri couldn't assist but whine as his body filled with the facts of life fluid. His center pounded, and his forefront became feather-light the more the Friedrich August Wolf pumped into him. Within a few acutely strokes, his visual modality grew dark .