Why go searching for what you have right in front of you? You pad down the hill towards the Matriarchs home. She is sitting on her back porch in a chair sleeping despite playing pups doing her best to wake her with nibbles and pounces at her feet. You walk right up to her and lay your head across her feet, the pups immediately jump you and crawl all over you, banishing sleep. When she wakes she is delighted to see you have returned.
Over the next few weeks your life changes. You play the role of mate and house pet, bringing back the matriarch your kills to prepare. She is most grateful for the change in diet. Your pups bloom quickly, thanks to their magical inheritance and healthy diet of elf milk and forest vittles. The Matriarch gives them to her daughter when she visits, apparently the younger elf has made the wolfs popular companions in Astraanar. Before long you are alone in the house again while you wait. Finally one morning you wake beside her bed, your nose twitching.
She is leaning over the sink, cleaning her few plates. Her body emitting that familiar scent of preparedness. You waste no time, trotting up behind her and rearing up you mount her, pressing her into the counter. “Oh! Ah, one moment…” She coos as you nip at her back. Feeling your rod press against her she reaches back and hitches up her gown, to reveal her generous ass. You begin humping at her unsuccessfully, missing your target with your red cock. Again she generously helps you, reaching back again and guiding you to her entrance. As soon as you penetrate your grip on her hips tightens and the ride begins.
Matriarch is thrust against the counter repeatedly, which now acts as her base. As your force and speed mounts she bends further over, spreads her legs wider to allow you better access, in this position there is little she can do besides take everything you give with as little dignity as possible. It’s a role she fills well, she makes no attempts to stifle her lewd grunts or control her swaying breasts which she fondles lovingly. You are tall enough now to nip at her neck as she reaches her orgasm, her body shuddering under your assault.
You marvel at the sensation of her tunnel twitching and massaging your cock. She isn’t very tight but so soft and warm, wet and full, like firm cotton. You feel your balls tightening and your knot swelling. Life is so close, and with a final hilting thrust and dominant growl you plant in your mates. Her knuckles go white gripping the counter; she bites her lip feeling the enchanted wolf seed pump inside her. You hold yourself there, deep as you can, and she does nothing but accept the joyous consequences.
