The Breeder and the Wolves [MF] [FMMMMM] [Fantasy] [Preg]

The wolves were finally reaching their most desperate when they put out the call to the Breeder. The last female of breeding age was growing older, closer to when she would be able to breed no longer. And yet, the curse still held. This truly would be the last generation, just as the witch had said.

 

The Chief put out word that they would pay any price for a Breeder’s service, provided she would be willing to stay for an extended period to ensure enough females were birthed to continue the Lineage. And finally, one arrived.

 

She was a squat Goblin, barely three feet tall, but the soft thickness of her thighs and curvature of her ass showed she was more than experienced. With her, was a much thinner Goblin girl, one with barely any chest or hips visible under her simple leather cloak. Both had the same shade of blue-black hair, vibrant green skin, and glowing yellow eyes. The Breeder wore tight leathers barely covering her breasts and nethers, thigh boots so tightly laced that her flesh bulged over, threatening to spill free at a moment’s notice.

 

“Heard you were looking to hire a Breeder. How much is the pay and how long’s the contract?” She laughed with a cheerful, bawdy tone as she approached the Chief.

 

“Five hundred Ercha for two year’s work, are you able to determine the sex of the child upon conception?” The wolfman looked down at the thick goblin’s body- he was disgusted to be in need of such a creature but Goblins were renown for their abilities to breed freely with every species that birthed live young.

 

“Not exactly. However if I take a certain potion regularly in the conception period, it will do it for me.” The Breeder pointed to the smaller goblin, who produced a large satchel. “My daughter here can brew the potions as long as you can provide any ingredients she needs. And we’ll do it for eight hundred.”

 

“Six hundred up front and an additional ten for each successful female child.” The chief countered with a snort. “And no more.”

 

“Well, you are more clever than the average wolfman. It’s a deal.” The goblin pulled a pointed crystal out of the bag and used it to prick her palm, holding it out to the chief. “Two years contract for six hundred Ercha, plus an additional ten with every successful delivery of a girl-child.”

 

The chief reached down, pricking his massive paw on the crystal before shaking her hand. It was smaller than his thumb. “When will you begin?”

 

“Just give us an hour to set up, please.” The thinner goblin adjusted her bag. She wore her hair in a single plait, looking more inexperienced and virginial than her over-the-top mother. “I can have the gender potions prepared and you can begin as soon as I’m finished.”

 

“You can use the small hut over there.” The chief pointed to one of the abandoned buildings in the dwindling encampment. “What more do we need to know, Breeder?”

 

“Well, for one, I have a name. It’s Banx. And that’s Treesha. You and your tribe will have free reign to fuck and impregnate me as much as you so desire, but any physical harm done to either of us will break the contract and curse the offending party with incurable plague. It will take about two or three days for me to know if conception was successful, and the gestation period is about three months. The babies will come out looking more goblin, but after a year they should be indistinguishable from a normal wolf pup from your tribe.” Banx began counting on her fingers as her daughter scurried off to the hut with her bag. “Also, while I am the only one who will be getting impregnated, your men will be able to use my daughter freely when she is not brewing the gender potion.”

 

“How is that even possible?” The chief’s curiosity was piqued, and he slowly raised his head. “Your species is known for reproduction.”

 

“She’s still a virgin. Goblins are virgins until they have mated with a male goblin and birthed goblin babies, and then they can breed freely with any other species they wish.” Banx slowly tilted her hips, drawing the eyes of more of the tribe as she moved slowly. “She’s nice and tight, but don’t be fooled. She can take just as big cocks as me.”

 

Once the bright pink potion was brewed and bottled, Banx stripped naked in the center of the village, stepping up atop a large flat rock to better see the gathered wolfmen. “Determining parentage will be your problem once the birth is complete. Is there anyone who is going first?”

 

Of the younger tribe members, one stepped forward. “My father is the chief, and he decided the first born would be of my seed.” He already had his growing erection out, slowly rubbing it as he looked the Breeder over. “So I intend to ensure that fact for the future of our line.”

 

“Big one, aintcha?” Banx laughed and chugged the potion, giving a loud, satisfied burp once it was done. “Alright. Come put a baby in me. Treesha, dear? Show the rest of these horny gentlemen a good time.”

 

The chief’s son wasted no time in slamming Banx down onto the ground, pushing her legs open as wide as he could. Her folds were already glistening wet as his burning member pushed in, sliding easily down the experienced hole. It felt deeper than he was expecting, and he pushed all the way to the knot of his cock with what felt like still more space inside. Her pussy was already dripping now, clinging to every inch of cock inside.

 

Treesha was already stripped, with one wolf filling her throat while another slammed at her own pussy, and yet another seemed to be angling to fill her tight asshole. She moaned as loud as she could with a mouthful of wolf cock, one hand holding her small frame up while the other gripped onto the thigh of the one facefucking her.

 

Banx moaned, cunt squeezing around the knot as it was forced into her. “Bet you only ever jerked yourself off before, eh? How’s it feel to finally fill the tight, wet hole of a real woman?” She gripped her heaving breasts, moaning as she squeezed them. “Put a baby in me so big I can’t even walk. Fill me with every drop of your seed, big boy. Use my pussy for its intended purpose.” She quivered, squeezing her green tits again.

 

The facefucker on Treesha had no stamina, and ended up cumming after only a few deep thrusts, filling her stomach with hot jizz and pulling out sheepishly. The one in her pussy seemed to be faring much better, each thrust lifting her up slightly as she moaned, reaching down to play with her clit. The one trying to get into her ass grabbed her braid and yanked it back, eliciting the first screaming orgasm out of the thin goblin.

 

Meanwhile Banx was already a sweaty, moaning mess as she was being pounded into the dirt, each thrust seeming to inch a bit further down her bottomless pussy. The knot of the wolfman was already buried deep inside, practically rubbing against her G spot already. Banx pinched her nipples hard, twisting them with the loudest moan yet. The wolfman began to feel himself growing tighter in his cock- the orgasm would be ripped from him soon.

 

A new wolfman had assumed the position of filling Treesha’s throat with cock, leaving her to only weakly moan around it when she was allowed to breath. Another shuddering orgasm hit her as the one beneath her finally emptied his seed into her tight pussy, leaving himself buried in her unmoving for a minute before he finally extracted his cock- leaving a small white trail of cum leaking out and down her leg. Before it had a chance to leak further, another cock had entered her and was furiously jackahmmering into her cunt, leaving her filled with another load in record time.

 

The chief’s son cried out, slamming his cock in as far as it would go as he emptied load after load into the Breeder under him. Her pussy clenched invitingly, guiding his seed deep into her body, where it would begin forming the first of many new pups for the tribe.

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