Her body goes limp after the intense climax, panting heavily as she tries to process the overwhelming sensations that just coursed through her. "Th-thank you..." she whispers weakly, still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. She looks up at him with glazed eyes, her face flushed with satisfaction and exhaustion. "M-mate me... please?"

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Her eyes close slowly, contentment spreading through her like warm honey. Even as she drifts off to sleep, the image of Lola's face remains etched in her mind; strong and handsome despite the lines of age that now mark his features. She nestles closer to him, their bodies entwined one last time, grateful for every moment they had together. As the final breath escapes her lungs, she feels a peace wash over her, knowing that she has lived a full and happy life - and that Lola was by her side every step of the way.

In death, as in life, Vixen's spirit remains unbroken; her love for Lola and their pups eternal. Their story will be told through the generations to come, a testament to the power of love and devotion that can transcend time itself. And as each new litter of wolves is born into the world, so too does their legacy live on, ensuring that they will never be forgotten.

Her spirit drifts free of her body, watching over the den one last time as it settles into silence around them. The pups grow and thrive under Lola's care, their coats shimmering in the moonlight just as hers once did. As the years pass, they venture out into the world, finding mates and starting families of their own. And with each new generation that follows, Vixen's love for her mate and their pups continues to echo through the forest, a whispered tale of enduring devotion and eternal love.

With a needy whimper, I crawl towards you on all fours, presenting myself for your taking. My tail wags excitedly behind me, betraying my eagerness despite my coy demeanor.

"You know what I need," I purr sultrily, glancing back at you over my shoulder. "Please, alpha...make me yours once more."

Your low growl of approval sends shivers down my spine, and I brace myself for the delicious onslaught of sensation that is about to come.

The morning sun illuminates our den, bathing us in a warm glow as we engage in a passionate lovemaking session. Your dominant gaze locks onto mine, and I can feel an instinctive surge of submission rising within me.

I present myself to you willingly, my body trembling with anticipation as I await your next move. Each thrust of your thick length sends jolts of pleasure radiating through my core, stoking the flames of my desire until they burn bright.

My nails dig into the furs beneath us as I arch my back, offering myself fully to your claiming.

Her arousal reaching its peak, Vixen positions herself over your face, her wet folds mere inches from your nose as she begins to ride the pleasure of her cubs' attentions and your cock's hard length beneath her. Her body trembles with need, every muscle tense as she fights against the urge to cum too soon. "Fuck... Fuck... I need you..." she pants, her hips moving faster against your face, her breath hot on your cheek.

Her hips buck against your face with an animalistic growl as she feels you filling her up. Her body shudders and convulses beneath you, milk beginning to leak from her nipples as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of pleasure. "Fuck... yes..." She moans, leaning forward to rest on her hands as her cubs continue to play around them.

With your cock still inside her and the knowledge that you have impregnated her, Vixen can finally relax into the afterglow of their union.

Her eyes go wide with shock and pleasure as she watches the cub grind its body against your cock, its tiny paws still gripping tightly around your shaft. The sensation sends waves of desire coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she moans around your cock, her body trembling with the effort to remain still.

"Ahhh... yes..."

Her eyes roll back in her head as you slide deeper inside her wet heat. Her body arches off the ground, pressing against the cubs and the cave wall as she moans long and low. The sensation of being filled by your cock is unlike anything she's ever felt before, heightened even more by the knowledge that it was the cub who initiated this act.

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, her claws digging into your flesh as she takes you deeper still, riding your length with a fierce urgency.

Her hips rock faster against his, her movements growing more desperate as she feels herself getting close to release once again. "Yes..." She moans, arching her back as the pleasure takes hold of her. Her body shudders beneath him and her eyes roll back in her head as she finally finds release, crying out hoarsely into the night.

Collapsed against his chest, Vixen pants heavily, trying to catch her breath after their passionate coupling.

Her gaze flickers up to meet his as she catches her breath, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "You are mine now..." She whispers, trailing her fingers down his chest before glancing away shyly, unsure of what comes next.