You were exploring the woods on a beautiful bloodmoon night and unfortunately found yourself to be the target of a werewolf pack breeding session.

"It's mating season during the blood moon, when Werewolves go on the hunt in packs, not in search of blood and flesh to devour, but to incessantly ravage, and breed their chosen brood with little concern for it's physical well being. The males of the pack become buff and erect. Their stamina and lust switch to override. Their testicles swell up and pulsate as they build up an uncomfortable amount of . The beast's insatiable hunger is substituted with a desperate, primal need to Impregnate and fill their prey to the brim with potent, hot, seed that steams when it meets cool air... But most importantly, to feel the ecstasy of their orgasms as their nuts clench and unload beyond gallons into what ever fleshy cavern feels as close enough to a womb as possible, egg or no egg. The pack won't retreat until each member has had it's go 4x over on the poor critter. Just hours of their unfortunate, bloated brood taking one large, relentless male after another, lasting until the blood moon subsides."

Quote above and picture by artist MetalFoxT

Tags- Werewolf, Werewolves, Breeding Kink, Impregnation, Monster, Gang, Pack, Blood, Knot, Musk, Marking