Sarina’s Misadventure 1, Night of the wolves Part 2

I was now working 6 werewolves to completion at the same time. Quite a bit of a step up from 2 or 3, but as my time was running out, I could not afford to work my way up, and there was a small part of me that wanted another orgasm the likes of which I had while being double fucked. How they sorted themselves out, I didn’t know, nor did I care, so long as they did. However it seemed fate had one last suprise in store for me. This entire night, I had resisted whenever a werewolf had tried to knot my face, pulling away or turning to prevent a lock in my mouth. This newest one seemed to have realized this, and was determined to conquer this hole that had resisted thus far. Instead of growing his knot outside, he crammed himself down my throat before his knot had begun to grow into its full size, and held it there, forcing my jaw to stretch out to accommodate this obscene intruder. Letting loose a howl of victory that was quickly picked up by the rest of the pack after having finally completely broke in the packs newest bitch. Tears formed in my eyes as I felt my jaw creaking and groaning as it was pried farther apart. I reckoned I looked like a snake trying to eat and egg. When I was beginning to fear having my jaw ripped apart by the massive knot, it stopped swelling, but I knew that my task was just beginning. With the knot being firmly lodged inside me, the werewolf wasn’t going to be able to preemptively pull out before he finished properly draining his nuts. I just hoped that he would be the only one, because with as much as they let out, I did not want to know what happened if too many of them followed suit.

With my burning lust far outdoing the pain in my jaw from its visitor, I lost myself in that entanglement of limbs and burning loins, eruption after eruption of pleasure I endured, and after 20 I stopped counting how many loads I had in or on me. Letting them have their way with me, I was left to my own twisted desires, feeling as multitudes of dicks were thrusting in and on me. As I felt time running out though, I frantically ground harder, as though I was beginning to run out of dicks and wanted them to last long enough until I was stated.