The poor girls never had a chance as those fat gator pricks entered soft unwed pussies, causing both lucid lupines to squeal in delight. Their struggle was over before it even began as the pair of wanton females received reptile cock for the first time in their lives and, should the gators have their way, which they were, definitely not the last. Two soft, warm, moist young pussies were stuffed full of thick hard gator meat, the brutish reptiles just aching to flood those tight female boxes full of cum. Their sodden pussies sucked greedily at the fat rubbery gatorcocks lodged inside them, eager to drink the seed that would surely be the girls’ undoing. Their inexperience showed itself as pretty young wolves succumbed to the attentions of the strapping male gators, their bodies working against them, responding to each new instrusion with a flood of inescapable delight, every last thrust making the girls squeal whorishly in front of their beloved Alecrast.

It wasn’t long before the muscle-bound gators had the sisters eating out of their palms, each whimpering affectionately up at their masters as the gators latched onto slender waists and dragged the delirious wolfesses back to the water’s edge where they were both left to straddle their respective lovers’ thighs.

Miya was the first to squeal as her pouty nethers were once more skewered by the brutish reptile poised beneath her. She whimpered blissfully, staring Alecrast in the eye as she felt the intrusion of that smooth fleshy organ, thick and unnaturally warm for a cold-blooded creature, the silver-haired wolfess emitting a deliciously sweet moan. Eyes fluttered shut as the gator set to work on the silk-furred female, the gator grunting as he slowly defiled the princess before the eyes of her lover and would-be mate. Shoved over onto a pile of rocks, the male screwed his swollen woman-pleasing arousal straight to the girl’s very core, Miya crying out in delight as she felt the male bottoming out inside her.

Mana wasn’t far behind, of course. Determined not to be outdone by his partner in crime, the other gator snatched Mana up as he rolled onto his back, his erection jutting menacingly from his loins as he laid the sandy-furred wolfess back against his belly and began to once more stuff the poor girl full of himself. Larger than his partner, he grinned knowingly as Mana squealed in joy at her own desecration, his rubbery dick touching places inside her that she never knew existed, stretching her out and, quite possibly, ruining her for any other males that desired her. Not that any would. Not when her fate was to be taken back to the gators’ camp where she would be put to good use by the soldiers that Madara had slowly been amassing.

Alecrast scowled, roared angrily, thrashing in the chair to which he was bound. Even from a distance, he could hear the sloppy wet sounds of suction as the pair of wicked green brutes fucked his friends into senseless bliss. Furious. Angry. Ashamed. Helpless. So many emotions, to many thoughts ran through his head as he averted his eyes, unable to endure it.

“Awww, what’s the matter, dear brother?” Madara growled menacingly, curling his fingers into a fistful of Alecrast’s hair and yanking his head up, forcing him to watch as their pair of wolves most dear to him bleated and brayed, bucked and mewled affectionately against their partners. “This is your fault,” he whispered, leaning in to ensure that his sibling was watching the corruption of his friends closely. “Your inability to make a decision. You should have chosen while you had the chance. Now, watch and learn what happens to any girl lucky enough to find herself bedded by my two scaly green friends. Keep your eyes open – you might learn a thing or two,” he mocked, clubbing Alecrast in the side of the head with the hilt of his sword.

Alecrast’s growl was blunted from the force, the wolf bleeding from his temple as he watched woozily, the blow leaving him in a daze. He could see Miya, could see the look of unbridled pleasure that shone upon her face, the sensual part of her lips and the slow deliberate undulation in her loins as she warmed the gator’s meaty phallus up inside her. Those half-lidded eyes and confused bleatings spoke volumes. And while he could only see the bobbing of Mana’s head over the gator’s shoulder as it bounced her in its lap, he knew well from experience that, by the sounds her lissome young body was emitting, she was enjoying herself immensely and was well on the way to orgasm. The sounds that issued forth from the sisters spun round-and-round in Alecrast’s head, mingling with memories of what it had been like to be with each, causing the wolf’s loins to respond instinctually with want.

Madara continued, “Seems that my friends here have a unique property. Their cum is highly addictive and they can breed just about anyone. Do you know what that means? If I can’t kill you all, then I’m going to breed you damn Isharians out of existence.Think about it: a gator for every girl in the kingdom. Isn’t that sweet? Imagine that first night after they’ve infiltrated the castle… all those lusty pleasured moans as every wolfess in the kingdom gets her first dose of my special gator friends’ magic. And the best part about it? They’ll enjoy their own corruption, just like your precious Mana and Miya.” It was then that Madara spied the response in Alecrast’s lap, the bulge that had taken root slowly becoming visible in his breeches as Alecrast watched each of his lovers begging for more from the green-skinned monsters that were hammering away at their verdant young pussies. “Hahahaha! What an interesting turn of events. And you think I’m the sick bastard? Just look at cute little Miya, her tight little cunt chocked full of reptilian cock. Have you ever heard her wail in such delight? I know you’ve fucked her… just imagine what that gator is feeling right now – the squeeze of that juicy little tunnel, her inner muscles milking frantically at his fat prick and still she begs for more.”

Alecrast could do naught but observe as the girls he love rode the laps of the scaled invaders that would soon overrun his lands, the wolf’s heart pounding in his chest as much from arousal as anger. If he ever got free…

It was then that Mana cried out, the attractive young blonde the first to reach orgasm. Less practiced at such things than her sister Miya, she caterwauled noisily as her sex shivered, spasmed suddenly and clutched at the gator’s girthy erection, squeezing hard against the rubbery tool that was robbing her of her sanity with each and every stroke. She panted harshly, her feverish body lavishing the reptile’s oversized manhood with affection, managing to elicit a few harsh grunts of surprise from the male as he was forced to exert himself more, having to work for each and every inch of Mana’s once innocent and unpracticed pussy. Precum boiled from the tip of the gator’s ardent organ which had wedged itself right up against the stary-eyed girl’s womb. Her body had, at last, betrayed her. All that was left was her soul and that, too, was rapidly failing the wanton wolfess as she ran her paw down the inside of her own thigh, feeling the bulge of her delicate nethers around the thick column of gatorcock that was twitching inside her. She practically swooned as her fingers grazed over the smooth-skinned sac that contained the largest juiciest pair of nuts she was likely to ever encounter in her entire life, those cum-ladden nuts swaying rhythmically as the gator began to rut her more forcibly. Gods, they were so big! She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have that firehose of a cock spraying her womb full of so much fertile spunk. She wondered… and wanted, turning her head to the side, begging for the gator to fill her, to flood her, to leave his mark in her womb and make her his own forever.

Miya moaned sensually as she watched her sister writhe and whimper and squeal and beg atop the gator that was seeking to sate itself within her, her own female box quivering with jealousy. While hardly “experienced”, the silver-haired wolfess had a fair bit more than her sister who and it showed; while Mana had been the first to orgasm, Miya was determined to be the first to receive the gators’ precious gift of seed, her nubile body worshipping fervently the hard tube of flesh that had slid deep into her greased-up canal. Her body had long since given in to the gator’s carnal desires as he sought to slake his lusts within her; complicit, she, too, began to beg the reptilian male to breed her, to flood her womb with the sticky white frosting that would surely produce the gator’s bastard offspring. Sterling tressed cascaded down her shoulders as she rolled her hips affectionately, enthusiastically, inciting the gator who needed no such encouragement to impregnate her.

“Looks like Mana and Miya have become diehard fans of the croc cock,” Madara sneered, cuffing Alecrast upside his head once more, causing the wolf to yelp in pain. Again. And again. Madara growled ferociously, his anger seeming to rise with every attack. Only at the last moment did he catch himself, staying his blade as it strayed near Alecrast’s throat. “No, can’t have you missing out on the grand finale. I want you to witness what the future holds for your kingdom, starting with your precious Mana and Miya.”

Alecrast’s heart ached; the two sisters he’d held so dear seemed little more than willing servants to the big-dicked gators that rutted each so thoroughly, their well-banged bodies bouncing, grinding, rutting, writhing upon the twin titans that had managed to screw their way deep into the pair’s now fertile and utterly unprotected pussies.

“Tell me, brother. Can you make a decision yet? Do you finally have it in you to make a choice?” Madara hissed. “I’ll spare one of the girls… one and only one. The other’s going to become my plaything after my gator friend has knocked her up. So… who’s it going to be?” Madara looked towards the pair of delirious girls and shook his head, “Better hurry up. It doesn’t look like the gators are going to last much longer. Once they have a belly full of seed, it’s over for them. And you. Who do you love?”

Alecrast’s head sank. Was it truly his fault? Did his indecision, his inability to choose which sister he wished to be with, really lead to this moment? “M..a,” he whispered quietly, hating himself.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” Madara growled, lifting his brother’s chin up with the tip of his sword.

“M-“ he started to say when the feline that had been hiding out of sight rounded the corner suddenly, Alecrast’s eyes lighting up with a mix of recognition, panic, and surprise.

“Who are you?” Madara growled, shifting the tip of his sword to point at the young blonde feline that slowly approached.

“Does it matter? I’ve been listening to your conversation. We felines are no friends of the Isharian wolves,” she spoke calmly, nearing the wolven brothers.

“No further,” Madara warned.

“I’m a witch of the Astian Order. If you know anything about the jewel on your head, then you know I cannot harm you. I merely came to get something from your king before you dispatch him.” Her tail twitched nervously; she knew well the elder brother’s reputation and, from what was happening to the sisters behind her, she knew he would carry through on any threats made.

“Yes, a pity for you,” he nodded, referring to the jeweled ornament atop his head. “Astian? Hmph. Practicioners of sexual witchcraft. More magicians,” he scowled. He paused for a moment. “Why are you here? I already received what I wanted from another of your Order.”

“Mmmm, welllll…” the creamy-furred feline purred thoughtfully. Like all of her order, her voice hinted at unnatural and overwhelming sensuality, verbal valium for all within earshot. She spoke softly, “I need a… sample from your king and, I can assure you, my Order would be most grateful. Look, he’s already halfway there,” purred the feline temptress. “Wouldn’t it be fitting for the future king to give his seed to a feline as your henchmen bring about the complete and utter ruination of his lovers. It’s such a small favor to ask,” she purred throatily, kneeling before the bound wolf, the tips of her claws cutting through fabric easily, exposing the wolf’s semi-erect cock to the world.

Try as he might, it was hard to refuse an offer from a member of the Astian Order, especially since it was thanks to a potion of their design that his plan could be hatched. While it wasn’t widely known, they pulled the strings of many of the known world’s leaders, manipulating them behind the scenes with seduction, magic, or assassination. The Isharians had few allies but most of the nations wouldn’t stand by idly if they fell. That the feline witch would take something precious from his brother as another had so long ago was the icing on the cake. “History does repeat itself,” he mused. “Very well, do what you must.”

The blonde kitten nodded gratefully as she knelt down before the prone would-be king and purred up to him, “This won’t hurt a bit… at least once you get used to a feline’s tongue.” Without so much as a warning, the tan-and-cream kitten curled a paw around the base of Alecrast’s freshly exposed cock and buried her face in his lap, swallowing his length up greedily within that triangular little muzzle. As he started to protest, she swabbed his glans relentlessly with that wet sandpapery tongue all members of her species possessed, rapidly silencing the wolf. ”Good boy,” she thought to herself, remembering how she’d once trained him long ago with that wicked little tongue. Oh, Alecrast. How could you go and get caught up with Madara?

Alecrast groaned quietly, bit his lower lip as the feline shoved his cock upright against his abdomen, the practiced feline lavishing the underbelly of Alecrast’s beast with affection. His head swam in confusion. Not only was the world hazy from the battering his brother had given him, but now he had to deal with Mika slurping away at his cock while watching Mana and Miya receiving the rutting of a lifetime at the hands of a pair of gators who would like nothing better than to make their slender bellies swell with child. ”Why, Mika?” he mouthed silently. He couldn’t understand how things had turned out this way. Even his childhood friend was now betraying him.

The flaxen-haired feline dared not look him in the eye now, instead focusing all her attentions upon the prize before her. ”I’m so sorry, Alec,” she thought to herself, burying herself in her work, and her face in Alecrast’s lap. Her only consolation was that the sisters behind her would soon have their bellies filled and, if she was lucky, so would she. Mika’s head bobbed repeatedly, the kitten relentless in hear zealous affection for the crown prince’s royal prick, the cock-craving feline sparing no effort in her worship of the lupine cock she’d missed all these years. It had taken her forever to find him again and, now that she had him, she’d no intention of losing him once more, even if it meant robbing Alecrast of the two trollops rutting enthusiastically against the gators. When she found out from her sisters that they had provided the forbidden fertility elixir to a banished Isharian wolf roaming somewhere deep in the reptilian lands, it become much easier to find her prey.

Mika whimpered softly as she nursed. After mere seconds of attention, the wolf’s turgid tool was already oozing pre. ”He really was aroused at the sight of those two, wasn’t he… If only he had called my name…” Her heart wavered; she couldn’t think about it – that’s why she interjected herself when she did. If he’d said any other name at Madara’s behest, it would have broken her heart and she couldn’t bear it. ”M..a.” It had been inaudible, but that didn’t stop her from filling in the blanks. Mika. Mika. Mika. Oh, Alecrast, I love you! So lost in the moment was she, that she seemed to forget the world around her, focused solely upon the male wolf whose groans were steadily rising before her and because of her.

Alecrast groaned, gasped harshly as random wet slurping sounds rose from his lap, the exquisite feel of that velvet-and-sandpapery tongue traveling from the tip of his shaft to his balls and back again was taking its toll. Coupled with the sight of Miya’s face wrinkled in unfathomable ecstasy and Mana’s increasingly vocal pleading to be filled, and he was going downhill fast. ”Miya…” he thought as he watched the radiant wolfess appreciately accepting every last inch of the gator’s fat fertile fuckpole into her drenched little honeypot.

Miya panted like a bitch in heat which, she was, thanks to a few healthy doses of precum that surged from the nuts of the gator imbued with the fertility potion. She squealed, trembled, her body feeling as though it had reached a breaking point. Do or die, the whimpering wolfess undulated against the gator as he humped his would-be babymaker into the frantic wolfess. Inch upon inch of thick throbbing smooth-skinned gatorflesh plowed into that tight wet box, vanishing deep into the sweltering cradle of flesh tucked between sculpted thighs. The gator that had been fucking Miya for almost an hour, too, was at the edge of his endurance. He’d never expected the wolfess to be so tight or so well-versed in how to drain the seed from a man’s balls.

Slack-jawed, the gator’s muzzle tipped back and he roared, “Nnnggh Fuck! I’m cummingggg!” Huge scaled fingers latched onto Miya’s waist as the gator yanked her fertile little fucktoy back hard against his groin, the wolfess emitting a knowing whimper of encouragement as she felt the reptile’s glans pressed to the very roof of her saucy pink chasm, buried to the hilt within her. Moments later, the gator roared again, this time his voice was joined with her own as she felt the first of the beast’s many loads squirting into her with frightening force. She was his now and she knew it, her body accepting its fate as billions of tiny sperm were emptied into the eager silvery wolf, leaving Miya to fantasize about what their offspring would look like. Fingers pressed down between her thighs in a futile attempt to press her nethers tight around the cock that overstuffed her affectionate cunt, desperate to keep the tide of seed that was rising within her from flooding out. Her other paw rubbed her belly knowingly, the tingle of warmth that grew inside her felt heavenly as the gator’s excess cum filled her to the brim.

“One down, one to go,” Madara hinted, telling Alecrast what he already knew. “Isn’t Miya the younger one? And her breasts are already bigger than Mana’s. Just imagine what they’ll look like when they’re filled with milk…”

Alecrast groaned. The world around him was spinning. Miya was beautiful, even as she struggled on the business end of someone else’s cock. How could he not love her? How could he not be aroused at the sight of her climaxing so exquisitely? How could he resist the attentions of the exotic feline that was sucking away his resolve as quickly as she was his sticky-sweet pre? His will to resist, to refuse this reality was rapidly fading. His attentions lingered upon the irresistible tactile sensation of Mika slurping her way towards his nuts with lewd rasps of her dexterous feline tongue. Upon the sight of Miya panting, rutting, moaning sweetly beneath the light of the sun, as an inhumane amount of excess seed oozed from between her soft suggestively-swollen nethers and the fat yellow-green rubbery dick that was held firm within her. Upon the wicked and wanton utterances of Mana, the once-gentle blonde wolfess now begging whorishly for the gator to fill her up as the other had her sister.

Mana wailed in jealousy as she looked over at her sister, an almost smug contented expression lodged on the dazed wolfess’ beautiful face as she lay back atop the masculine brute whose seed she now carried within. Deep down, she knew something was wrong but her body had other plans, plans that involved milking the muscular green gator of every last fertile drop of seed. She whimpered and mewled hotly, her body ablaze as the gator fucked the princess relentlessly. His muzzle parted, tongue dangled from the corner of his mouth as he plunged his girthy giant into her lower belly again and again. Every last fat throbbing smooth veiny woman-pleasing pussy-pleasuring inch.

With that one final thrust, the gator let loose a wicked roar that caused the trees to shake as his cock erupted with volcanic force. Her cervix was no match for the sudden white-hot jets of cream that shot into her, ropes of sticky-white baby-batter frosting painted Mana’s womb, her belly bloating as the gator came and came and came some more. The sensation was maddening, as if all the butterflies that had been building in her stomach were suddenly released. It was more than her fragile mind could endure as she came hard, the force of her climax causing the gator to yelp in surprise as her lupine quim, two sizes too small, tried to strangle the reptile’s smooth milk-blasting length, his huge rubbery dick bouncing free of her vise-like canal, shooting several sticky batches into the water before managing to spear the thoroughly abused lips of her sex again, returning his cock to its rightful place inside his newest conquest.

Mana just gurgled brainlessly as her eyes rolled back in her head, the smitten blonde wolfess riding out the remainder of her orgasm atop the belly of the gator, accepting her fate, as well as every quiver in her chasm slurped the gator’s nut-juice inexorably towards her awaiting eggs. The gator, determined to be a father, slid a paw down between the glassy-eyed wolfess’ spread legs, massaging her clit with great care for someone with such large digits, ensuring that his exhausted lover would receive no respite until he became a father-to-be.

Alecrast wasn’t far behind, the captive wolf’s will broken, he was certain of the would-be fates of his companions. There was nothing left for him now. The gators got what they wanted. The girls got what they wanted. So, too, would the feline soon receive what she wanted as the wolf surrendered to the bliss that was building in his loins, the muscles in his stomach, once tensed in an effort to resist, soon relaxed, only to tremble along with the wolf’s muscular thighs as Mika reached a paw down and cupped his balls affectionately. Cheeks hallowed, she slobbered vacuously on the wolf’s pulsating flesh. “M.. Mika…!” were the only words uttered by the wolf as the world exploded into vibrant colors more vivid than anything he’d ever known. The world seemed to wink out of existence as the bound wolf came with ferocious force, rivulets of wolfcum blasting the back of Mika’s throat, causing her to cough and gag, the spell she’d been carefully chanting around his cock nearly ruined as the witch, Alecrast, and the chair, winked out of sight together, vanishing from the ruins completely.

It would be some time before Alecrast reawakened, his eyes fluttering open slowly, only to find himself surrounded by three sisters of the Astian Order, once more bound as Mika explained to him what his new life would be like as their pet…