As the wind howled and snow flurried across the Consecrated Snowfield there was one traveler stumbling through the blinding snow. The figure was a slender woman with long crimson hair and a right arm made of gold. Ill equipped to traverse a snowy mountainside in simple traveling clothes, Millicent was on a mission to get the Halligtree. There she would find the person she was inexplicably tied to. There she could give that person back the will they had thought lost. The Halligtree was so close, but progress through the snowscape was slow and she wasn’t even sure if she was still heading north in the blinding white.

  Luckily the needle in her that kept the all consuming scarlet rot contained within her helped keep her warm as well. Its soothing unalloyed gold gave her vitality and nourishment even in the white void she found herself in. Still it was concerning how uncertain her direction the distant howling that grew closer every time it sounded was concerning. Millicent was no slouch in combat; she had stood against the Godskin Apostle of Windmill Village and the Draconic Tree Sentinel with the provincial Tarnished who had given her the golden prosthesis that allowed her to be a deadly warrior, but to get in a fight in unfamiliar territory where she could not see more than three feet in front of her put her at a great disadvantage.

  Wolves were cunning predators and relied on speed and numbers to take down their prey which made the situation even more dire. Millicent drew her prosthetic blade and prepared for an oncoming battle. The howling was almost on top of her and the scarlet haired maiden readied herself and within moments the first figure of a large white wolf leaped through the snow. There were two gray wolves close behind it and Millicent charged to meet them, but was taken by surprise when a black furred wolf quickly darted to her flank and grabbed her by her ankle with its teeth.

  “Gulp… gruahhh… reweas… muhhhhh!” The fair Millicent groaned through the slab of wolfmeat plugging her open mouth. The white wolf’s forelegs locked behind the back of her head while she was on all fours, her red ponytail almost coming undone as the beast humped her at a rapid pace, the warm wet red knot beating against her plump lips and small nose. Her golden eyes wide open as she felt sharp teeth rip the back of her pants. Millicent wiggled her hips, trying to stop whatever was about to happen, but the jiggling of her lily white ass only enticed the beasts. The black wolf jumped on her, wrapping its front paws over her hips and Millicent’s eyes grew even wider when she felt a hot hard damp length poke against her pale butt.

  Moaning, her mouth still full of rapid pumping wolf cock, Millicent tried to remove the beast from her backside by pushing it back with her pert ass, but the motion only opened the folds of her lower lips and the wolf tip at her backside grazed her womanhood making the rot maiden shudder. Lifting her real arm to try and push the wolf in her mouth off of her, it was brought back down as a gray wolf used its forepaw to slam her arm to the ground while its fellow snarled at her opposite side and grabbed onto the chest of her tunic and pulled. The fabric of her traveling clothes ripped and soon her moderate sized breasts, pale as the moon was white, swung free in the cold snowfield air.

  Before she could react to being stark naked, the wolf at her back succeeded in spearing his rock hard red member in her fire crotch. “Raughhh, nwooo!” Millicent squealed as her senses, dulled as they were by the rot, were overloaded by the turgid wolf dick, hot and full of beastial blood, plunged into her sacred depths and was battering her relentlessly. “Gwug… mhuh… ohhhh!” Millicent’s groans became more lurid and pleasurable the more the beast fucked her and the nicer the red rod in her maw felt. She slowly swirled her tongue around the wolf length inside her mouth, the salty earthy taste was strange at first, but as she was pumped by the wolves the more she wrapped her tongue around the meat in her mouth and the better the taste became.

  Soon she was moaning while sucking on the red cock so hard it made her cheeks cave in. Her scarlet nipples erect and her sex becoming slick with arousal the wolf who ripped her shirt off began to lick her breasts making the maiden moan harder. The other gray wolf became impatient and put its two front legs on her shoulder and started uselessly humping her shoulder. Slurping the white wolf’s manhood while her pussy juice flowed freely down the length inside her she lifted her real arm and grabbed the base of the thick fist sized knot and the feeling of wolf cock in her mouth while getting fucked and then just feeling the strong, hot, hard, and needy virility if the wolf’s knot in her hand was too much and she squealed like a sow as she came.

  Squirting wildly like a broken water pump, Millicent’s eyes glazed over as the wolf face fucking her pressed its knot against her lips with a powerful slam and continuing to thrust forward until the inflated bitch plug passed through and snugly secured itself in her mouth, impaling the entirety of Millicent’s throat on the length of the cock. Wrapping her slender yet strong fingers around the hot wolf meat and quickly pumped the cock up and down with her hand. The white wolf howled as it hilted its dick into Millicent’s mouth through her throat and blasted her esophagus with white hot seed.

  Millicent’s gold eyes rolled to the back of her head as her guts were basted white. Moaning like a cheap Luirnian whore, the scarlet maiden almost orgasmed again from feeling the few drops of salty viscous semen that her tongue managed to catch. The wolf at her front grunted before twisting its hips around, locking its knot in her mouth, and unintentionally flipping the young girl onto her back with a surprised moan. This unlocked her lower lips from the black wolf who was twisted down with her and Millicent was now lying on her back atop the underside of the black wolf who was unperturbed and was desperately trying to get back inside her. Millicent felt the black wolf’s tip at her anus and she tried raising her hips to realign her lover’s tip with her pussy, but she was too slow and the black wolf’s cock had now entered her backdoor and was slowly working its way into her bowels making her scream into the thick knot her jaws were locked around.

  The patient wolf who had been waiting all this time finally made its move. The second gray wolf sauntered over to Millicent’s now free pussy and gave it a lick. Millicent continued jacking off the first gray wolf who was wildly humping her hand and the new sensation of a long wide warm wet tongue against her clit made her squirm and moan all over again, still impaled on the knot in her mouth she could only cough up spittle around the rod in her throat. While eating out their new fucktoy, the gray wolf’s own bright red shaft began to slowly descend from its sheath as its warm blood pumped to it, inflating the knot and bringing its cock to life. Once at full mast the beast moved its own hips over Millicent’s and thrust its red poker into her folds and let out a howl while Millicent joined in, muffled by the knot in her mouth.

  With a wolf cock in all three holes, Millicent’s mind fried as her body shook as orgasm took her again. Squirting with the force of Azur’s Comet, her juices melting the snow around them, Millicent came to a realization. She had Malenia’s will but was that will strong enough to withstand four hard engorged wolf cocks? It seemed not. She had lost the fight before it began and she was the spoils and while at first she felt shame and indignity; now she felt pleasure and elation. She had found her true purpose out here in the Consecrated Snowfield on the way to Halligtree. Being a wolf cocksleeve and she thanked Marika she had been shown the truth.

  The wolves in her lower holes humped her without abandon, mercilessly pummeling her, breaking the last of her will. Jerking off the wolf at her left faster Millicent moaned into the thick knot, “Pwearse… brawhk meee!” Begging them to break her fully, the wolves seemed to understand her and gave her strong full pumps, their knots teasing her holes and Millicent wishing for nothing more than them to enter.

  “I nweed it!” She cried as she orgasmed again and the wolf in her hand thrusted hard, slipping its knot into her grasp before succumbing itself. The wolf sprayed streams of thick sticky white seed over her body, coiling around her bare chest and toned stomach like ropes. The wolves humping her finally pushed their knots through her openings in unison and that was the final blow. Millicent’s body locked completely as she felt the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt took her and the two wolves who had just knotted her joined her in bliss. Like their fellows they began pumping the young rot infested maiden with torrents of splooge.

  Sealing her with their fat flesh rings, Millicent was packed airtight with over a gallon of wolf cock snot inside her gullet, womb, gut, and bowels. She felt like if she moved she might burst at the seams and relished every moment of the content warm feelings it left her. The one wolf not inside her broke from her grasp and walked off into the cold, its cock slowly retreating back to its sheath now that its job was done. The great white wolf in her mouth was the next to uncouple, the post orgasmic bliss finally wearing off its knot deflated and its manhood withdrew and it began to run off, letting loose a howl for the others to follow.

  The one in her ass was the next to deflate; quicker than the other two but it had been fucking her longer and to yipped at the last gray wolf to follow. Millicent was awoken from her dreamy post-coital haze when the wolf still in her pussy began to slowly trudge after his pack, the feeling of being dragged along with the knot jarring the day dreaming Millicent conscious. Millicent tried to pull herself free, but her attempts failed. When she tried to grab a rock to stop her abductor, the wolf growled and fiercely bucked its hips, ripping off her prosthesis leaving her with only one arm.

  “W-wait,” she spoke in a shaky demure voice, “Where are we going? I must get to the-AH!” Her protests and questions turned to a sharp moan of pleasure when the wolf crouched slightly digging its knot deeper. Memories of the intense and wondrous pleasure she had just experienced flashed before her and Millicent stopped speaking. Only letting out the occasional moan while cupping her modest breasts with ehr one hand and tweaking her nipples. Her mate was right, there was no use in talking, just be quiet and enjoy her new fate. It was preferable to fighting battles across the Lands Between and here she could be of real use. Relieving the wolves of their stress and built up lust while becoming a pack mother and breeder for them.

  Plap! Plap! Plaaap! Squish!

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh! Yessssss!”

  These were the sounds travelers could hear straying too close to an unmarked wolf den in the depths of the snowfields. Nobody knew what happened to Millicent; the provincial Tarnished wondered what became of the scarlet maiden who had fought bravely by their side and was possessed to make it to the Halligtree but never arrived. Gowry was beside himself; his dreams of filling the Lands Between with sacred divine rot never would come to fruition. Her sisters wondered where their quintuplet ended up. If any of them had ever bothered to check the wolf den where lurid moans and wet slapping sounds could be heard they would know.

  Inside the den Millicent was happily slurping on a laying black wolf’s rock hard veiny red bulbous member like. Moaning and worshiping the beastial scepter while on all threes getting doubly penetrated by a duo of gray wolves over the white wolf laying on its back humping the small ridge between her breasts. Rubbing her face against the furry testicles, breathing deeply of its intoxicating musk, letting the pheromones rot her brain more than the scarlet rot ever did. This was Millicent’s new life. She was grateful the needle in her side kept the rot contained, because if she missed a minute of worshiping and taking wolf cock prematurely it would be a true prepare to cry.

  She found her purpose and home. A place where she belonged surrounded by wolves who fucked and bred her everyday. Soon the Consecrated Snowfield had an influx of red furred wolves and nobody was sure where they came from, but Millicent and her new family lived happily ever after. Her fate as a wolf cumdump and puppy breeder fulfilled, Millicent had found true happiness.