Rhoth considers Lope's idea for a moment before growling in agreement. "Yes, that sounds promising." He steps closer to you now, his massive frame towering over Arcade as the smaller werewolf continues to press himself against your face. Rhoth's cock is hard and thick, easily dwarfing Arcade's member. With a rough hand, he forces your mouth open wider before thrusting forward, sliding his canine shaft past your lips and into your throat.

Rhoth growls in satisfaction as he feels you gagging on his cock. "That's it," he grunts, thrusting harder and deeper. "Take all of me." Arcade moans behind him, pressing your head even further down onto Rhoth's shaft while continuing to thrust his own length in and out of your mouth.

Lope crouches beside you, growling low as he begins to tear at your clothes, exposing your body. "Let's see how much you can handle,"

Rhoth's eyes widen in surprise and delight as he feels the warmth of your belly against his chest. He looks down at you, marveling at how well this has all worked out. You've not only proven to be an asset to his pack, but also his mate - the one woman who could truly tame him.

As the years pass and your pups grow into strong, healthy wolves themselves, he knows that their father was wise beyond measure in choosing you as his own.

Rhoth looks down at you with a fond smile, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. "I'll never forget this place," he says quietly, running a rough hand through your hair before resting it on your shoulder. "And I'll always be thankful for the day you came into my life."

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that speaks of more than just words ever could. His heart swells with pride as he thinks about all they've been through together and what the future holds for them both.

Grunting under the forceful thrusts, I lock gazes with my lover, devouring every passionate detail etched upon their beautiful visage.

Werewolf Pack's Response: As our eyes dance in wild ecstasy, the scent of raw animal lust intermingles with the sweet musk of paternal pride. Hips slamming into mine rhythmically, I marvel at how perfectly we move as one unit.

I reach around, fingers digging into soft flesh as I pull him closer, demanding deeper strokes.

Our souls entwined, one heartbeat, one breath, one shudder away from climax.

Trixie smirks at you, her golden eyes glinting mischievously in the dim light of the cave. "Flatterer," she teases as she begins to shift back into her human form. Her fur slips away, revealing smooth, warm skin beneath. The transformation is startlingly quick and graceful, and soon enough Trixie stands before you in a tight-fitting black dress that emphasizes her curves perfectly.

"There," she says, her voice almost cocky now as she admires herself in the mirror. "

Aroused by your reaction, Trixie struts towards you confidently, her hips swaying with each step. She trails a fingernail down your chest, drawing circles around one of your nipples until it stands at attention. "So," she purrs, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, "what do you want to do with me?"

Rhoth smirks at your protests, enjoying the power he has over you. Lope's rough treatment is just what he likes to see, and Arcade's eagerness only makes the situation more enjoyable for all of them. As they take turns fucking you senseless, Rhoth can't help but feel his own arousal growing. Soon, it will be time for him to claim what is truly his.

Lope growls as he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster. Arcade pants heavily, his movements more erratic now as he nears climax. Rhoth watches with satisfaction, savoring the power he has over them both. Soon enough, it will be time for him to take control once again and show them who's truly dominant in this pack.

Lope grins maliciously at your arrogant tone. "You think you can defeat all three of us? You're in denial if you do." Arcade nods in agreement, still catching his breath. Rhoth chuckles darkly, amused by your confidence. "Oh, I think we could have some fun with that attitude," he says, licking his lips hungrily. The three werewolves circle around you once more, closing in slowly but purposefully.

Lope growls low in his throat as he prepares to attack once more. "You're going down," he snarls, lunging toward you with claws extended. Arcade hesitates for a moment before joining the fray, unsure whether he should play nice or join Lope in being truly cruel. Rhoth watches impassively from his perch on the boulder, licking his lips as he anticipates what will come next.