>The girls knew exactly what they were doing, camping on the shores of Lake Lupus at the peak of summer, the wolves' breeding season
>Young human women like them had been coming there for hundreds of years, upholding an ancient bargain for access to the magical seeds growing on the lakeshore by taking wolf seed into their wombs
>The seeds, once used for medicine, are now just mixed into drinks to produce a unique and powerful aphrodisiac that fuels the parties of the local college
>Every girl in the college had heard the stories of the unforgettable pleasure from their seniors; the girls there that night were the lucky winners of a voluntary lottery
>They were given a set of strict instructions to follow that had been passed down secretly for generations
>First, to assemble by the lake and wait for the rise of the moon>Then, to drink deeply of a special concoction of the seeds that raises their arousal to heights that can keep up with the virility of a werewolf in rut until his balls are empty, forces ovulation and makes their wombs compatible with a werewolf's seed
>Then to remove their underwear and expose their wet pussies, letting the scent of bitches in heat spread for miles around
>They say that the anticipation is almost as pleasurable as the act itself.
>Sat around a campfire with their panties on the ground beside them, with flushed faces and bodies shivering with lust, glancing at each other, their wombs tingle and their breaths get heavy when they hear the first howls in the distance, getting closer and closer
>When the wolves finally follow the lewd scent all the way to its source, they find nothing more than soft meat dripping with juices, to be devoured then and there
>The mating lasts for hours, powerful muscles and soft fur against nubile, pliant flesh over and over, knots teasing and locking eager, hungry pussies full of wolfcum, filling the whole clearing with thick, overwhelming musk that drives the prey ever deeper into ecstasy
>When the wolves at last put down the quivering, drooling blissful bodies of their females, their fur is matted with sweat and their knots covered in female fluids and saliva in equal measure
>If the wolves are lucky (and they often are), some of the losers of the lottery and curious freshmen will have hidden themselves nearby to see the ritual. Exposed as they were to the wolfmen's musk, they have no chance of concealing their lust from the pack, and again the woods ring with moans and snarls
>When at last the sun rises, the senior girls go to the campsite and help their shaky-legged juniors back to town, and the secret is kept from the men and boys as it has been for centuries
>The closest they come to noticing is the college's so-called "breakup season", when a group of girls all break up with their boyfriends around the same time during each summer month
>These girls take a break from school for a few months to a secret retreat in the woods supposedly for their mental health, but in reality to hide their pregnancies with litters for the few months it takes for the pups to gestate
>With some irony, ruined as they are for human men, those girls often go on to be the highest scorers in their classes without such distractions, ending up in leadership positions in the college, ensuring the cycle continues
>And for those who leave the college, some girls walk off into the woods never to return, though most continue mostly normal lives, albeit characterised by frequent, extended college reunions in those long sweet summer months

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Pub: 29 Jul 2024 23:56 UTC

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