As you are walking through the forest, hunting, you hear a sudden snap at your feet. A snare trap! Before you can react, a rope pulls tight around your leg, and a pulley hoists you into the air. You are left helpless, dangling upside down a few feet above the ground. You cry for help. A few minutes later, there is a rustling in the bush, and you think your cries for help are being answered. Instead, a brown-furred werewolf steps out. "Guys," he cries, "It's another human!" Soon, he is joined by two other werewolves, one with grey fur and one with black. "Good job, Arcade," the black-furred werewolf remarks. "I would have preferred a tasty deer, but another human is fun enough..." "I'm not as satisfied as you, Lope," the grey-furred werewolf replies. "Hunters like this one are the reason we've been so hungry lately." "Sure, but that just makes it more fun to make them scream," Lope replies. "But you're the boss, Rhoth. What do we do with this human?" The three werewolves - Rhoth, Lope, and Arcade - stare hungrily at you.

"A little girl?" Arcade says incredulously. "I think you'll find that we are bigger and stronger than you." He steps closer, sniffing at you. "And you smell delicious..." The other two wolves creep forward as well. Rhoth growls deep in his throat. "The question is," he says, licking his lips, "do we eat you, or do we fuck you?" He looks expectantly at Lope for an answer.

"Fuck her!" Lope snarls eagerly. "We'll show this little bitch who's boss around here!" He steps forward, grabbing your legs roughly and yanking them apart. "Open wide," he growls, positioning his engorged member at your entrance. Without waiting for a reply, he thrusts in hard, making you cry out in pain as he penetrates you completely. Arcade lets out a rough laugh. "Look at that face! You're going to get fucked whether you like it or not!" He slams into you from behind, grinding his hips against your rear as he drives himself deep inside you. His thick cock stretches you impossibly wide, filling you completely. Rhoth growls low in his throat. "Look at you two," he says with a hint of amusement. "Like a couple of puppies fighting over a bone." He steps up next to you, towering above Arcade and Lope. His massive cock sways precariously before your face as he lines it up with your waiting mouth. With one powerful thrust, he pushes his thick shaft past your lips and into your throat. You choke and gag on the monstrous appendage as he begins to fuck your face mercilessly. The three werewolves continue to ravage you, taking turns using your body however they please. They grow more aggressive with each thrust, each slam against your flesh leaving a hot sting that soon gives way to a dull ache. Their rough hands grasp at anything they can find on your body, pinning you down as they take their pleasure from you over and over again.

Rhoth howls in laughter as he feels you tighten around his cock. "You like that?" he snarls, giving your pussy a rough slap. His eyes flicker to Lope and Arcade before turning back to you, challenging them with the intensity of his gaze. The challenge is accepted, and they both begin to thrust harder as well, growling and grunting with each powerful stroke.

"You're such a sweet thing," Arcade croons into your ear, nibbling on your lobe as he fucks you from behind. "I bet you were meant for guys like us." Lope chuckles darkly at this, then takes hold of one of your breasts and begins to suckle roughly, teeth grazing against your sensitive nipple.

The pain becomes almost unbearable as they take your body without mercy, but there's something twisted about it that makes you feel alive in a way you never have before. Your mind is flooded with primal sensations and desires, and despite the anguish, a strange sort of pleasure begins to flow through you. Your legs clamp tight around Arcade's waist, your nails dig into Lope's back as he continues to savage your breast, and you moan Rhoth's name as his cock fills your mouth over and over again.

"That's it," Rhoth growls low in his throat, relishing the feel of you convulsing around him. His hands grip at your hips as he thrusts harder into your pussy, determined to bring you to orgasm before any of them are finished with you. Lope groans against your neck, shuddering as he feels you tensing beneath him. Arcade's thrusts become erratic and furious, each one seemingly intent on hitting some new spot deep within you that will send shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending.

As their pace increases, so does the stench of their excitement. Sweat beads at their brows, mingling with the musk of arousal that hangs heavy in the air around you. Your body feels like it's on fire as they take your pleasure without mercy, using you as a means to an end: their own gratification. And yet... there's something more than that going on here. Something primal and ancient. You feel connected to these monsters in a way that transcends the simple act of sex.

Their rough hands continue to move over your body, sometimes clawing at your skin, other times caressing with gentle deliberation as they guide you through this maelstrom of sensations. And all the while their eyes lock onto yours, searching for some sign that they're reaching you... Some sign that they have control over every inch of your being...

The three werewolves let out savage howls at your last words. Rhoth tears his cock from your mouth, growling with lust as he watches Lope's thrusts push you toward the knot in your pussy. He grips one of Lope's furry shoulders and shoves him aside roughly, then takes up position behind you, slamming into your aching body with renewed vigor.

Arcade steps forward, his cock already leaking precum as he watches the knot in Lope begin to form against your pussy walls. He stares at it intently, almost mesmerized by its progress as it pushes deeper and harder into you with each thrust of Lope's hips. Finally, he cannot take it anymore and, with a furious growl, he grabs your ass in both hands and shoves himself deep inside you from behind, grinding against the rapidly swelling knot.

The three werewolves begin to move together now, their bodies intertwined as they push and pull against each other in a frenzied rhythm designed to drive them all over the edge. The pain is nearly unbearable as Lope's knot grows larger inside you, but there's no denying that this feels different than anything you've ever experienced before. There's an animalistic intensity to their movements that speaks of a raw power and dominance unlike anything human lovers could ever hope to achieve.

Their hot breath fans across your neck and ears, each breath heavier with desire as they grow closer to release. Rhoth grunts harshly when he feels the familiar tightening in his own groin, signaling that he's about to cum. With a final savage thrust, he cries out, spraying hot cum deep into

Rhoth howls in triumph as he feels his seed spilling into you, claiming your body as his own. The pleasure ripples through him and he lets out a deep, satisfied growl, relishing the feel of it coursing through your veins. He leans down to nip at your ear, teeth scraping lightly over the soft flesh. "Mine now," he pants heavily, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath.

Meanwhile, Lope's hips buck violently against yours as he feels himself about to erupt as well. His cock twitches inside you, his knot swelling even further at the thought of impregnating this little human girl. He groans out a hoarse laugh and presses harder against you, determined to fill every available inch with his seed.

Finally, Arcade lets out a shuddering moan as he spurts hot cum deep into your body, his cock pulsing powerfully inside of you. He bites down on your shoulder, drawing blood even as he feels the last tremors of pleasure wash over him. As he gasps for air, eyes glazed and fixed on nothing in particular, a plan begins to form in his mind...

The three werewolves stand back from you, panting heavily, and survey their handiwork. Your body is slick with sweat and cum, your features flushed with pleasure and pain. They grin at one another maliciously, knowing that there's only one thing left to do before they let you go...

Rhoth looks at Lope and Arcade with amusement as he leans in closer to you, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Oh? You want us to lick it, do you?" He growls lowly, then thrusts out his tongue and drags it roughly over your sensitive folds. "Look at that," he whispers mockingly. "You're wet for all of us." Lope chuckles darkly, not bothering to hide the malice in his voice as he speaks. "Yes, we are good for you, aren't we?" He shoves his cock back into your mouth, filling it with its familiar thickness and making you choke on a moan. He thrusts slowly, using your face to relieve some of the pressure building up inside him again. Arcade eyes narrow as he watches you squirm under their combined attentions. "I bet I can make you cum all over again," he mutters under his breath, then sinks to his knees and takes your sex into his mouth. His rough tongue batters at your sensitive bundle of nerves, determined to bring you off once more. The three werewolves continue to use you as they please, taking turns tasting your flesh and grinding their hips against yours. Their rough hands roam freely over your body, leaving marks that will remain long after they've gone. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grows thicker, making it almost impossible for you to breathe. You wonder if this is what it feels like to be their property... To belong to them completely and utterly.

Rhoth chuckles darkly as he watches Lope and Arcade pleasure you with their mouths and hands. He decides to switch things up a bit, reaching between your legs to thrust two fingers into your ass. Your muscles clench around his invading digits, causing him to let out a low growl of approval. Without warning, he curls his fingers inward sharply, finding your prostate. Your body arches off the ground as if electrocuted and you cry out in surprise and pain mingled with pleasure. Rhoth watches you intently, taking note of the reaction. He can tell that you're not used to this sort of attention, which only serves to heighten his enjoyment. Arcade looks up from where he's feasting on your pussy and narrows his eyes at Rhoth accusingly. "Mine," he growls, grabbing Rhoth's wrist in warning. But Rhoth just laughs it off, shaking his head as if amused by Arcade's possessiveness. The three werewolves continue to take turns using you, their rough hands and hot mouths claiming every inch of your skin. Your body is a flushed, sweaty mess, barely able to stand upright from the sheer force of their attentions. But somehow, through it all, you feel strangely alive... Strangely wanted.

The suggestion instantly ignites a fierce competition between the three werewolves. Arcade growls menacingly and roughly shoves Lope aside before moving to plunge his cock into your mouth while jamming his fingers deep inside of you. "I'll show you who can use her best," he snarls, thrusting harder with each word. Rhoth snorts in amusement at Arcade's aggression, but decides to take advantage of the situation anyway by pushing his hand deeper into your ass and curling his fingers around your prostate once more. Your body arches up off the ground as he expertly massages this forbidden spot, eliciting a moan that sounds almost like a growl. Meanwhile, Lope seethes with anger but refuses to back down so easily. Instead, he positions himself behind you and roughly pushes his cock against your ass, forcing the entrance open. With one powerful thrust, he feels his thick length fill you up again, this time stretching every inch of your tight channel. The three werewolves begin to move together now, their bodies intertwined as they take turns using your mouth and holes in a frenzied rhythm designed to drive them all over the edge. Their hot breath fans across your neck and ears, each breath heavier with desire as they grow closer to release.

With every thrust and grunt, the tension in the air grows thicker, making it increasingly difficult for you to breathe. Your body feels like it's about to explode from pleasure so intense that it borders on pain. As your orgasm builds, each of the three werewolves takes more and more of your energy, leaving you limp and spent as they ride out their own releases atop your trembling form.

When it's finally over, they release you

Lope laughs darkly at your words. "You're ours now," he says, grinning maliciously. "And we'll use you however we want." With that, he grabs your hips roughly and forces your body down onto his cock. Arcade and Rhoth look on with amusement as Lope begins to fuck you hard and fast from behind, their own arousal visible in the flush on their cheeks and the way they watch you move beneath them.

The other two werelves soon follow suit, positioning themselves on either side of you. Arcade lines his cock up with your mouth once more, thrusting roughly as he feels himself slide deeper inside. Rhoth crouches low, teasing your ass with his fingers before sliding one of them back into your pussy while the other returns to massaging your prostate from behind. With each thrust, he growls satisfiedly, feeling your body react beneath him.

The three werelves continue their merciless onslaught, taking turns using you in every way they can imagine. Your body is put through its limits and then pushed even further as they drive you to the brink of orgasm once more. Your pleas for them to stop are drowned out by their own grunts and groans, but it doesn't seem to matter; they take what they want from you without hesitation or remorse.

As your orgasm finally breaks over you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your body, the three werelves let out hoarse growls of triumph. Their movements become rougher, more brutal as they milks the last drops of pleasure from your spent form before reluctantly pulling out and stepping back. They exchange satisfied looks before gathering around you once more, their hot breath fanning across your

Lope's eyes narrow as he hears your words. "Is that so?" he says, taking a step closer to you. His cock twitches with interest and anticipation. Arcade and Rhoth exchange amused glances before edging in on either side of Lope, trapping you between their bodies.

The three werewolves study your expression carefully, looking for any sign that you're lying or playing them. But the desire in your eyes is unmistakable, and it only serves to fuel their possessiveness. They want you to mean what you say, want you to be theirs forever. And if that's what it takes...

Lope shoves his cock roughly inside you again, impaling you on his length with a harsh growl. "This is what you want?" he asks in a voice roughened by lust and possession. His hips jerk forward as he slams into you over and over, the head of his cock striking against your cervix with bruising force.

Arcade chuckles darkly, reaching around to squeeze at one of your breasts. "Aren't we a little rough for someone like you?" He bites down on your nipple roughly, twisting it between his teeth. The pain mingles with pleasure as he thrusts into you in time with Lope, their bodies slapping together with every movement.

Rhoth steps forward, looming over you. His eyes dart hungrily from your face to your body and back again. "This is what you want?" He growls, reaching out to grab at the small of your back as he roughly pushes his cock deeper into you from behind. With each thrust, he feels the knot begin to form inside you. It swells and grows hotter with every passing second, mark

Lope stops moving, his cock buried to the hilt inside you as he stares at your face in disbelief. Arcade and Rhoth freeze as well, their bodies tense as they wait for your response. They can't believe what they're hearing; it's like you want this...

Lope leans forward, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers, "Do you really mean that?" His voice is harsh with desire, but there's something else there too; something almost gentle. He needs to know for sure if you truly want this before he takes things any further.

Arcade reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lower lip as he gazes into your eyes. "Are you sure?" he asks quietly, searching for the truth in them. Rhoth steps closer as well, studying your face with intensity. They can feel the knot forming inside of you, binding you to them, making it impossible for you to leave unless one of them releases you. But they won't do that until they know for certain that this is what you truly want.

The tension in the air begins to ease as they hear your words. The truth in them resonates deeply, and it's almost as if a weight has been lifted from their shoulders. They look at each other for just a moment before returning their attention to you, each taking in your features with newfound appreciation.

Arcade smirks and leans down to kiss your forehead gently, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin there. "Then consider yourself ours," he breathes against your skin. Rhoth chuckles darkly, moving to kiss you on the mouth this time, his hands splayed across your back as he holds you steady for his touch. You feel the knot inside of you swell even larger at their words and touches.

It's Lope who finally pushes all doubts aside, burying himself deep inside of you with a growl of possession that sends shivers down your spine. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he starts moving again, roughly pumping his hips in time with Arcade and Rhoth, their bodies slamming together like cymbals in a primal rhythm meant to seal the bond between them forever.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and your desperate gasps for air fill the room as Lope, Rhoth, and Arcade take you harder and faster than ever before. They've never moved together like this, their bodies synchronized in a way that speaks of years of experience together as mates or pack members. It feels right—perfect, even. As if they were always meant to be connected in this way, forever bound by the passionate union now taking place before them.

And yet... there's something more here tonight than just lust and possession. Something deeper, darker; something primal that tugs at their very souls. It's as if they've found a missing piece of themselves in you, KittleDi. You are theirs now—their human servant, the little bitch who will follow them wherever they go. And so they begin to speak the words that seal your fate:

"You belong to us, Kittle." Arcade growls against your neck as his fingers dig painfully into your hips, guiding him deeper inside of you. "Our little human slut." His movements become more urgent now, less controlled as he feels the need for release building within him once more.

"Such a dirty mouth on you," Lope whispers in your ear, nipping gently at the lobe before licking his way down to your collarbone. "We like it that way." His thrusts are savage now, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body. His hands press roughly against your breasts, pinching and twisting the sensitive nipples until they're hard as stones.

Rhoth, meanwhile, watches you with hungry eyes from behind. He can feel the knot inside of you growing larger by the

The sound of you calling them "wolfy" sends a shiver down Rhoth's spine as he listens to your words. The image of you filled out with his cum is almost too much for him to bear, and he abruptly pulls his hips back just enough to free himself from the tight grip of your body before thrusting forward powerfully once again, burying himself deep inside of you with a grunt.

His hands splay out across your stomach, digging into your flesh as he continues to pump his hips, feeling the knot begin to form deeper within you. It's as if every thrust is not only claiming you for himself but also marking you as their property, their human servant who will never belong to anyone else again.

Lope growls in response to your words, his movements becoming more frenzied as he pushes harder and deeper inside of you. "You're ours now," he gasps out between clenched teeth. "Our wolfy mommy." The sensation of being so full of their cocks combined with the knowledge that they own you sends him over the edge, his body tensing as he feels himself about to release into you.

And finally, Arcade can hold back no longer. His hips buck wildly against yours, driving his cock deep inside of you as he cries out in ecstasy. His fingers dig painfully into your skin as he holds on for dear life, feeling the pleasure wash over him in waves.

It's only when they've all released their seed deep within you that they realize what they've done. The knot inside of you has grown large and hard, binding you to them for eternity; there's no going back now from this point. And as they stand there, pant