Far away from civilisation in a field of forests that for most remains uncharted territory sits a medium sized community, made up of all types of species. Some had been born and raised within the forest whilst others had moved in from the outside world, but their little lesser-known community was a thriving sprawl of wooden built houses that were sporadically placed across the breadth of the woods that spanned several miles long. There was more to this community other than just living in the woods-- they had their own culture and traditions, and their own rules and regulations that were overseen by their authority, the mayor of their community who lived in a similarly wooden hut as them. One of their big rules was being nature-focused: though electronics were allowed, being one with nature was the main priority. It was for that reason that clothes were, for the most part, non-existent.

For Sylvia and her mother Sylvanna, this was no exception. The deer girl, barely 10 years of age, had been raised from birth to accept the gifts of the forest and the gifts her parents give her. Her mother and father were loving people-- perhaps a bit too loving, considering the things they did to her-- and on days like these Sylvanna liked to take her daughter out for a walk in the woods. Their destination had, in fact, been one of the stores built towards the centre of the forest. They might accept nature, but they were still a modern society; their community did not escape the vast reach of capitalism and the convenience of merely bartering for food someone else had hunted was too good to pass up for many of the forest's residents, both carnivore and herbivore alike. Of course, they weren't the only people out and about in the late afternoon.

Sylvia was a quiet girl. She didn't particularly engage in much conversation and though her mother was receptive and coaxed her into opening up often, Sylvia was not the type to be bubbly and girly. If anything, she was shy and anxious around others, to the point of fidgety-- being one of 4 children meant it was easy for her to stay at the back and not speak. So, when the young deer and her mother were stopped by a pack of anthropomorphic wolves on their walk-- one clear adult, two teenagers and a boy around Sylvia's age-- she kept her head down and stood behind her mother.

"Hello, boys." The deer woman's voice rang out, friendly yet firm. Sylvanna, unlike her daughter, was a confident woman. She knew the pack of wolves before her, or at least the father, who was a friend of her husband, so she roughly knew what they were after. That much was obvious from the way they stood; the wolves, with their tawny black, brown and grey fur, their bulging sheaths and swollen nuts bar the younger boy, eyed the two females before them hungrily, inspecting one over the other without even trying to hide it. Sylvia was only 10-- though her silver hair was long and beautiful and her slender body looked malleable and soft, she lacked the appropriate curves of her mother, who was beautiful and curvaceous with the confidence to match.

"Ya can't go through here," One of the teenage wolves piped up, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Not 'till ya pay the toll."

"Cool it, horndog," The adult behind him, clearly the father, roughly ground his fist into his son's head before clearing his throat. "Delectable ladies, what he says is true: to pass, you need to pay the toll. I believe your...body would serve as sufficient payment."

"My body, is it?" Sylvanna quirked her eyebrow at him and the man grinned in response, pleased she was 'playing along'. "Well, I don't know about that...but my daughter might be a little more willing."

Sylvia stared up at her mother as Sylvanna stepped to the side and ushered her to the front. She blinked over at the wolves and watched them look her up and down, from her flat chest down to her slender, tight entrance. She trembled a little on the spot, though not out of fear-- part of it was excitement. It wasn't uncommon for her to be the center of sexual attention: hell, her entire family were all incestuous with one-another to the point where it felt like a national sport. Not only did her parents have their way with her, but her older brother and other siblings did too, much as they did to each other. It was one big orgy in their house, so it came as no surprise to her that she'd be passed over to someone else for a bit of fun on a whim.

"I suppose that's fair." The father sounded defeated, but he still licked his chops with delight as his hungry gaze briefly flicked from Sylvanna to her daughter.

Sylvia glanced from the man, who clasped his hands onto his teenage boys shoulders, towards her mother. Her sly smile made it clear to Sylvia that she was going to accept the proposal and probably haggle a little more, and Sylvia would dutifully follow through with her request. She was too used to being passed around to complain much about it-- it did feel good anyway, so there was no harm in it, right?

"But not unless you offer someone equal in exchange," Sylvanna announced with a wide smile, before pointing towards the youngest of the wolf group, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Like that cute boy there. I'm sure they'll both enjoy something new for... maybe a day, or two?"

The teenagers faltered, but only for a moment, whilst the innocent boy around Sylvia's age stared at her bug-eyed for a moment, before turning his head towards his father. The adult grunted and shrugged his shoulders.

"Hmmm... alright. Two days will do just fine, plus Cole knows what he's doing, right pup? You can satisfy a woman, can't you?" The man boldly encouraged his youngest, ruffling his son's head and the young wolf nodded fervently enough, shuffling his way over towards the deer woman and her daughter. Sylvia and the boy exchanged a glance before Sylvanna ushered her daughter forwards, encouraging her to cross the several metre gap to join the other family.

"You know where to find us, right?" Sylvanna winked over at the adult wolf, who smirked in response to her knowing gaze. She stepped forwards towards her daughter and bent down, giving her a kiss on the forehead and wrapping an arm around her to give her a tight squeeze.

"Be good, sweetie. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun." Sylvanna sounded genuine, and Sylvia just nodded and hummed her approval, hugging her mother back rather tightly before Sylvanna inevitably let go. She straightened herself up and stroked her daughter's cheek, before taking the wolf boy by the hand and stepping past the group, heading deeper into the forest along a worn path that many had taken before. Once Sylvanna was a sufficient distance away, Sylvia felt the teenager's hands on her body, roughly stroking along her hips and up to her flat chest. Sylvia expected them to have their way with her then and there, but their hands quickly withdraw after a moment or two, followed by a couple of sharp yelps.

"At least have the common decency to introduce yourself and not grope her in public." The adult growled behind them and Sylvia slowly turned to face them, feeling a little intimidating by their taller frames. Their sheaths were dangerously close to her body, and when a hand touched her shoulder she tensed, expecting more. Instead, however, the hand guided her forwards, past the eldest of the trio and down the path themselves. Sylvanna had long since went ahead and Sylvia couldn't even see her in the distance.

Sylvia didn't ask where they were going, for she already had an inkling that they were going to their house anyway. Though her mother readily handed her over, Sylvia at least trusted her to give her to someone safe, so she arguably had nothing to worry about.

They walked for no less than 20 minutes before reaching a fairly large-ish log house built off of the main beaten path leading to the community's main 'centre'. The place looked as if it had multiple rooms, but Sylvia didn't realise how big it was until the adult wolf opened the front door and led her inside. Sylvia was greeted to the warm smell of stew bubbling on a tended-to open fire in the main room with a number of hanging ornaments on the wall behind and a couple of long wooden tables. The pot was surrounded by a number of well carved logs that acted as seats as well as a couple of blankets for warmth. The left wall has a large open doorway leading into a communal bedroom, which for the most part seems to be a series of rugs made from pelts sitting atop other rugs, along with some modern sleeping bags stuffed in the corner. Beneath it looks to be a large, definitely man-made rug, presumably to act as a carpet, with an unlit rustic lantern for a light. All in all, Sylvia got the impression that the place was very rustic, and ultimately not that different from her own house.

Sitting by the fire seemed to be the mother of the family, a wolf just like the rest of them with a large chest and voluptuous thighs. She raised her head when they entered and a smile spread across her face at the sight of someone new. Her gaze snapped to her husband and then back down to the stew, still smiling-- she seemed to understand why Sylvia had been brought here, as did everyone else in the room, including the young deer herself.

"Welcome to your home away from home for two days," The adult beamed, guiding Sylvia past the stew towards the door leading into the bedroom. "Now, let's get you better acquainted with us, shall we? You have to pay that toll after all..."

With firm hands, Sylvia was pushed down onto her knees in front of the collection of furs that were likely to be her cushioning for the next couple of days. She obediently crawled forwards and rolled over, laying on her back and averting her eyes as she spread her legs a little, knowing it's what they wanted. She heard a low, ominous chuckle from one of the teenagers and it made her shiver. Whatever they were going to do to her, she knew it was going to be rough.

"This is Oscar and Aiden," The man introduced his teenage sons by patting their shoulders in turn, but it was clear the boy's attention was on something else. "I'm sure you'll be fast friends. Why don't you show them what you can do?"

Sylvia vaguely knew what that meant. There had been many things that her parents had shown her over the years that she could put to use, and she did just that. Crawling back up onto her knees and shuffling towards the two teenagers, which appeared to be roughly the same age and height, she reached out to touch their sheaths, one to each hand. They were, of course, already steadily getting hard just from the thoughts of what might happen within the next couple of days, so Sylvia didn't exactly have to get them going from the start. She trailed her dainty fingers up their cocks, watching them twitch and pulse as the veins on them swelled the harder they got.

One of them reached out, roughly grasping her head and twisting it in his direction, fully intending for her to make use of her mouth. Though reluctant, Sylvia obediently obliged, parting her lips as the wolf angled his cock down and probed the tapering tip against her lips. He pushed forwards and the cock slid along her tongue, pushing all the way to the back of her throat and threatening to go further. Sylvia moved her hand from his sheath to his hip, holding onto him firmly as her fingers wrapped around the other boy's cock and began to stroke. 

No words needed to be said between them, for they all knew what they wanted. It didn't take long for Sylvia to hear their quiet panting through her pointy attentive ears, and she can only assume she's at least been doing a good enough job to keep them hard. Her parents never taught her to how to do it well, only to do the act-- she knew how to purse her lips, how to stick her tongue out and how to squeeze her fingers, but beyond that was a mystery to her. The hand atop her head roughly forced her back down onto the cock again and her lips bumped with the swollen, bulbous base of the wolf's knot. There was no way it was fitting in her mouth, but the wolf was content to push down her throat with his ample member instead. Despite being teenagers, the pair of them were packing a good 7 inches each. A hand curled around her own and she felt the other wolf thrusting against her palm and fingers, humping her with a hormonal ferocity she had experienced in her older siblings.

"Seems like you know what you're doing." The father of the duo seemed pleased with Sylvia's actions and voiced as such, admiring the sight of her bobbing on his son's cock. Sylvia glanced over at him, her attention immediately drawn to his substantially larger cock that hung between his legs, before turning her gaze back to the gyrating pelvis in front of her. As she continued to bob, the teenager in front of her started to thrust in unison, plunging his length down into her throat over and over. She was used to such treatment before, but she hadn't expected the wolf's thrusts to begin rapidly increasing. After a while, even her mouth couldn't keep up, and the wolf ended up grasping her head in both hands and pistoning down into her throat, grunting and huffing like a wild animal. The other teenager wasn't nearly as ferocious, but that was likely because a hand didn't feel as good as a mouth.

"Fuck, her mouth's so good..." The wolf above her groaned, and she heard the grumbling of the other teenager beside her, likely voicing his concerns about his lack of a turn-- though she was certain she heard 'ruined' somewhere in that muttered breath. The wolf then suddenly tugged back, rubbing the length of his cock against her face as his member violently throbbed and twitched. Sylvia moved her hand up instinctively and grasped his member, using the spit and pre-cum to easily glide her fingers back and forth. She could see the wolf's knot swelling as the teenage boy whimpered and whined on the spot, legs trembling as his tail wagged to and fro. Then, rather expectedly, his member pulsed and shot a thick, gooey string of cum across her face, splattering between her eyes and dripping down the bridge of her nose. That string was quickly followed by another, and the another after that, until her face was painted with various delightful arcs of seed that threatened to drip into her eye.

"Good girl..." The wolf grinned and his throat warbled akin to a half-growl, half-moan, and he smeared the tapered end of his knotty cock against her lips, smearing it with seed. He was surprised, however, when Sylvia parted her lips and dragged her tongue against the tip, tasting his salty load for herself. She even bobbed her head down a little to suckle his cock for good measure, something her father had taught her to do-- "squeeze out every last drop", he used to say. The teen appreciated her effort and even stroked her ears a little for it.

"Alright, mine turn asshole." The other teen was growing impatient, and he brutishly pushed his brother out of the way so that he could get a piece of the deer girl for himself. He didn't go for the mouth though: instead, he squatted down onto his knees and pushed her backwards, causing her to flop backwards onto the shaggy fur rugs. The canine's scooted in between her legs and used a thumb to smear the cum from her lips, before forcing his muzzle down against hers. 

Sylvia shyly did her best to reciprocate the kiss, having only a handful of years of experience with kissing thanks to her own older brother. She parted her lips to stick her tongue out and soon enough felt the wolf's tongue against hers. Her heightened senses picked up the warm, heated mass of something prodding against her inner thigh before it pressed firmly and forcefully against her entrance. She couldn't help but whimper and tense from the sensation and the lack of any lubricant.

"Aiden! You know better." A sudden firm voice from outside of Sylvia's field of view caught her by surprise, and the wolf above her, which she now knew as Aiden, raised his head and looked over his shoulder at the voice.

"What?" He whined in response, and Sylvia could see his tail wagging back and forth.

"Poor girl's not even warmed up. At least let her have that before you have your way with her, won't you?" The harsh voice had turned quite soft, to Sylvia's surprise, as if she were still teaching the teenagers how to be better lovers. Aiden shifted a little on the spot and then turned to look back at Sylvia, grimacing.

"Uh, sorry, lil' girl." He offered something of a boyish grin that Sylvia found strangely charming, and he took her lack of a response as some sort of forgiveness. He pecked her cheek with a kiss before working down her body, dragging his lips across her lacking chest and down to her stomach, before grazing across her upper pelvis and then finally to the main event: her tight, young mound. Sylvia watched him with wide eyes and sighed harshly through her nose when she suddenly felt the warmth of a tongue pressing against her lower lips.

Aiden wasn't slow, either: his tongue pressed deeper and deeper with each lick until he was relentlessly lathering his tongue against her entrance, his sharp canine teeth pushing at the soft flesh around her pussy. Sylvia whimpered and squirmed left and right, but she didn't shy away or scoot back: she simply laid there and arched her back, enjoying the delightful sensation of being pleasured, something she had experienced a number of times before and yet couldn't get enough of. It didn't take much to get her going, especially with a tongue as fervent as the boys between her legs, and Aiden soon found her already getting quite wet and ready.

The wolf boy slathered and kneaded his tongue against her flesh for just a little bit longer before he raised his head and scooted back up her body, too impatient to continue much further. Sylvia relaxed her body back down, her loins tingling with desire and her cheeks flushed from the pleasure. Aiden settled above her and reached down with a hand, steadying himself with one palm as he used his fingers to guide his cock towards her young, budding entrance. The tapered end of his member met with her moist lips as he pushed into her, hard, quickly hilting all the way up to his knot in a single thrust.

Sylvia gasped, her mouth agape as she curled her legs inward, dragging her hooves against the rugs beneath her. She was filled with the combined sensation of bliss, fullness and a little bit of discomfort. She was used to people being rough with her so it wasn't as bad as it could have potentially been. Aiden's ferocity knew no bounds, for even though he had just penetrated her, he was already pulling back and thrusting again. His canine traits began to make themselves known as he started to thrust, beginning in on a series of rapid, rough humps that had his knot and balls slapping against her stretched lips, causing her to whimper and tremble. Though he was fierce, it still felt good, enough to make her insides squeeze around the boy's cock.

If Sylvia had the confidence to speak up, she might have asked him to slow down a little, but in the back of her mind she heard her mother, or the image of her, telling her to behave and be good. Aiden showed no signs of stopping as he stared down at her flushed face and parted lips as he panted harshly through his own agape mouth and lolling tongue. The air filled with the lewd, wet sounds of their sex, accompanied by the periodic wet slap of the knot squishing against her stretched entrance. She whimpered every so often, biting her lip and squirming beneath him as she did so, which seemed to only encourage the horny teenager to pound a little harder and faster, as if he were trying to draw the moans out of her. 

After a while, the canine began to slow, but from what Sylvia's past experiences taught her, he wasn't quite yet close to his climax. She watched as he turned his head behind him again, and she peered around from the side of his teenage form to see his brother, Oscar, standing over them with an excited face. He'd recovered fast from before by the looks of it, for he was already at full mast again, complete with knot. 

"C'mon, I want a turn too." Oscar complained, and his brother grunted in response, his ears folding down as he shot his teenage brother a look that Sylvia couldn't quite see.

"I'm not done." Aiden promptly retorted, and this time it was Oscar's turn to grunt.

"Just roll over, I can use the other side." He gestured with a hand and Oscar sighed, shifting himself inside of the deer girl for a moment before he tucked under her body and suddenly swung to the right, catching Sylvia by surprise. She let out a quiet gasp as they suddenly rolled over on the rug, so that Aiden now sat content on the bottom, still firmly inside of her, whilst Sylvia was straddling his crotch. This position was a little harder on her, for the gravity of her body down against his member made it dangerously easy for Aiden's knot to push into her, should he thrust up a little bit with enough force.

Sylvia barely had time to react or adjust before she felt the hand of Oscar against her back, pushing her down against his brother. The young doe pressed her chest to Aiden's own and she felt the wolf's hands curl around her body, stroking along her back and down to her ass, making her blush. Behind her, Oscar settled in between Aiden's spread legs and met his pelvis with her behind, pushing the warmth of his mass up against her behind, its length still a little sticky with spit from before. Sylvia trembled anxiously as Aiden peppered her cheek with kisses, nuzzling his nose up her face to lap the cum from her fur, apparently having no qualms with eating his bickering brother's seed. She could only assume these boys and their father had a similar relationship as she did with her own parents.

No-one piped up with Oscar smeared the end of his cock against her tight pink button, threatening to penetrate her asshole. Sylvia was a little worried that there might not be enough lube, but she was surprised when Oscar retreated briefly, his mass shifting off of her as his hands remained firmly planted to her backside. She wanted to peek to see exactly what was going on, but her focus was shifted to the wolf in front of her, whose muzzle was beginning to draw closer to her own. Aiden wormed his lips against hers eventually and pressed a kiss onto her lips, and she reacted as an obedient girl might expect, opening her mouth to accept his tongue.

She felt strangely light-headed. The aroma of their lewd sex, the heat of their bodies and the underlying scent of their musk, their pure masculine presence was making her dizzy, but emotionally and physically. It was a good thing Aiden kissed her when he did: his penetrating lips and roaming tongue all but masked the gasps of surprise when she felt another tongue wedging itself firmly between her cheeks. She had experienced it enough times to be aware of what Oscar was doing back there, and her pink button instinctively squeezed against his roughly lapping tongue as he fervently rimmed her, getting her prepped for the main event.

Aiden's kisses were steadying, if such a word could be attributed to this moment. They added to the giddiness of the situation for Sylvia, but they also served as an anchor she could focus on, briefly overpowering the sensations of her stretched pussy and the wild tongue slathering against her tight ass. Oscar seemed to be really getting into it from what she could feel, his hands fiercely and roughly tugging her cheeks apart to stretch her hole whilst his teeth grazed against her sensitive flesh on either side, his muzzle parted as he pressed his wide appendage against her ring, attempting to push inside. Her quiet, restrained moans between Aiden's kisses seemed to only encourage Oscar deeper, his tongue eventually making it past her squeezing ring and deeper into it, flicking to and fro. He covered what he could of her insides with spittle as his fingers dug into flesh, squeezing her malleable ass cheeks all out of shape.

Aiden was beginning to groan a little himself, but not from Sylvia's wonderful kissing-- which in itself was probably a delightful change from his own brother's mouth-- but from the tight squeezing of Sylvia's entrance around his member with each deep lick of Oscar's tongue. Her periodically spasming inner walls were slowly but surely milking his member and he seemed to greatly appreciate the sensation, his hands stroking up and down her sides, squeezing in all the right places to make Sylvia squirm. It was strangely nice, in a way, and the kissing made it all the more better.

After a minute or two of rough licking, tight squeezing and growling, Oscar suddenly pulled back, leaving her spit-covered asshole exposed. He shuffled up against her body and gave her cheeks a few light slaps as he shoved his cock between them, catching her by surprise. The tapered tip met with her button and he suddenly pushed, beginning to stretch her as he sunk himself inside her quite quickly, causing Sylvia to moan against Aiden's kisses. The only thing keeping the boy's cocks apart was the membrane between both holes-- she was sure they could probably feel one-another twitch inside her, just as she could feel both members at once.

"Oh fuck, she's tight..." Oscar murmured, clearly the dirty talker of the group, as he sunk his member deeper and deeper until his own knot kissed with her backside, his balls grazing against his brother's sheath. The boys rested for a moment, nestled tightly in Sylvia's holes whilst she lay against Aiden's body, breathing harshly through her nose, her loins still tingling with the aftermath of the wolf's powerful thrusts.

Slowly, Oscar began to move, sliding his hips back and pushing into her with a fierce, powerful forward momentum. Sylvia let out something of a whimper as the knot mashed against her stretched ass, and Aiden took it as an opportunity to move for himself, tugging his cock back and kneading it up against her tight pussy in turn. Neither one of the boys was really paying all that much attention to the other-- their thrusts, whilst pleasurable and rough, were irregular and not in time with each other, giving Sylvia no time to get used to a rhythm or accommodate the both of them. She couldn't even continue kissing Aiden, for the rhythmic rocking of her body made it difficult to keep their muzzles together, and they parted, Aiden huffing against her ear. This compounding effect or all those sensations caused her to squirm and gasp as she was assaulted from both entrances, her innards squeezing in turn with each one of them, and sometimes both at the same time.

The two boys began to pant and huff to the beat of their own metaphorical drum, their hips bouncing back and forth, or up and down in the case of one of them. Sylvia had attempted to lean up once or twice, but the weight of another against her back forced her to stay down, sandwiched between them as they used her as they pleased. Aiden especially was getting dangerously close to knotting her, for she could even feel her lips stretching every time he pushed the bulbous base against her entrance. Her ass was the opposite, clenching every time Oscar pushed deep, with no hope of him knotting in sight.

After a while of laboured humps and teenage grunts, Sylvia felt Aiden's hands gasp her ass cheeks, squeezing until his fingers dug against flesh rather tightly. He began to move with less speed and more power, slamming upwards as Sylvia gasped and let out quiet, gentle grunts in response to each harsh slap against her lips. The knot pressed and pressed until Sylvia's entrance could take it no longer and loosened enough for his fat base to slip inside. He tied with her, but didn't stop there: he rolled his hips and groaned into her ear before tugging back, yanking his knot free from her clenching walls. She had expected him to tie for the remainder of their little 'session', but he had instead withdrew and pushed again, tying with her shortly after pulling out.

There was only so much Sylvia's body could take before it began to respond to such harsh and yet so delightfully pleasurable treatment. The doe girl's eyes rolled upwards as she felt her loins spasm and tingle, and a spark of ecstasy shot up her spine that caused her entire body to tremble. She let out a quivering moan of delight as the boys continued to thrust, one of them brutally knot-fucking her pussy whilst the other continued to relentlessly pound her backside. 

"F-Fuck..." Aiden panted against her cheek, pushing himself in as deep as he could muster, and he stopped thrusting, content to be inside her. His pulsing knot and the efforts of his brother were enough to encourage Sylvia over the edge: her pleasure grew as the cock slid in and out of her ass, probing at a sensitive spot in her until her entire body violently trembled with the force of her hard, overwhelming orgasm. Her pleasure bore fruit in the form of a long and aching moan that had her insides clamping down harder than ever before, milking the two cocks in tandem. Aiden whimpered beneath her and pushed his hips up, and the warmth she felt along her stomach was a clear sign of his own orgasm, if the swollen knot tied to her pussy wasn't already enough indication.

"Holy shit, she's milking me. Dirty girl." Oscar growled, pushing forwards and kneading his knot against the girl's trembling behind, feeling the way her ring clenched and squeezed tightly around his cock. Much like Aiden, he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, admiring the way her ring stretched a little around his member, periodically clamping down every so often. He thrust his hips forward and grunted when his knot refused to tie with her. Sliding back, he tried again, over and over as Sylvia gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the spikes of pleasure intermingled with the stabs of discomfort coursing through her body.

"C'mon, open up." Oscar grinned, half-frustrated and half-amused. His hand slid from her ass and raised, before sharply meeting with her young cheeks. She let out a rather quiet noise in response, something between a yelp and a gasp, and her ass clenched hard before suddenly relaxing, as per his command. The wolf's hand rubbed and squeezed at the spot where he had spanked her as he tugged her onto his cock, over and over. She grunted bit down on her bottom lip, gripping the rugs beneath them as she felt her ass stretching to accommodate him. She finally felt the thick knot passing her ring before tying with her completely.

Oscar humped for just a little while longer, making sure his knot got fully milked by clenching inner walls before he finally slowed, sighing with bliss as he orgasmed into her, painting her inner ass with a sticky film of cum. He resisted the urge to flop on top of her and Sylvia lay panting between them, exhausted, her eyelids drooping. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to sleep.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the plan. Even as she lay there, the boys began to move around her, shifting and rolling until they were all laying on their sides, with her sandwiched between them. She rolled her head to the side and closed her eyes, but the warmth of a tongue against her face brought her to her senses. She peeked one eye open to see Aiden grinning at her.

"Don't fall asleep," He informed her. "Momma's serving up dinner."

Sylvia craned her head to the side to see the mother of the group still knelt over the kindling fire and the bubbling pot hanging above it. She watched as the woman used a ladle to spoon the stew into small bowls. For the first time, Sylvia parted her lips to speak.

"H...How are we going to eat?" She asked cautiously, aware she was wedged between two teenage boys who were still very much inside her. The father of the group sat nearby with a bowl already in his hands, spooning it into his mouth over time. The mother glanced over and warmly smiled, raising up from her knees and bringing the bowl over. Sylvia hesitated, wondering if she should strain to reach out and grab it, but she was surprised when the mother instead bowed down and placed it in front of her, with Aiden happily scooting his upper torso backwards to give her some room. It was a tight squeeze-- in more ways than one-- but it was manageable.

"Don't you worry, honey," The older woman smiled, stroking Sylvia's luxurious hair. "It was vegetables on the menu today, so there's no meat in that dish. Tuck in."

With that, she retreated, and Sylvia propped herself up on one elbow, reaching for the wood spoon that was already within the stew. She brought it to her lips and sipped, briefly recoiling from how hot it was, but slowly getting used to it. She was momentarily pleased with the flavour and it reminded her of home. These families were very much alike: sexually active, but loving. Perhaps it was something about the community they grew up in that fostered a homeliness amongst each other.

"Make sure to eat every last spoonful, girl," The father growled from his sitting position near the bed, having already set his bowl to the side. "Once you're done eating, you'll have something else to chew on, if you catch my drift."

The combination of the gravel in his voice and his sheer dominating aura made Sylvia tremble, and the man began to darkly laugh as she avoided his gaze. His laugh was quickly cut off by a slap, followed by a small yelp.

"Behave, dear husband of mine," The mother wolf warned firmly, but her voice was warm with restrained laughter. "I trust my boys, but I don't trust you. I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"Mmh. Yes, dear." The wolf grumbled in response, and Sylvia raised her head just in time to see the two exchange a sweet and quick kiss that spoke volumes to their love and dedication to each other. The sight made Sylvia smile, just a little, but she quickly looked back down at her food when the father began to turn his head, not quite wanting to look him in the eyes. She didn't know if she could stand it.

Brushing her hair back, Sylvia began to eat. It was only then in that moment did she realise how hungry she was, having skipped lunch earlier in the day due to her older sibling and father wanting some rather intimate alone time, and then swiftly going out with her mother shortly thereafter. The stew was warm and filling and the heat of it reinvigorated her tired bones. Mere moments ago she was sleepy, but the delight of home-made food and the flavour it brought made her feel as awake as before she'd met the family and been escorted to their home.

As she ate, the mother of the two teenage boys had brought them both bowls in turns and they had eaten alongside her, albeit considerably faster than her-- they 'wolfed' the food down, should one pardon the pun, and smacked their lips with satisfaction, hands outstretched with empty bowls long before Sylvia was done with hers. Thankfully as well, they pulled out of her shortly after they'd finished their food, much to Sylvia's surprise: each knot, thick as before they'd started, tugged from her pussy and ass in kind and left her feeling a little numb and sore. She could see the warmth of their fluids inside her as she ate and she was pretty sure she was leaking a little too. She embarrassingly sat up and began to eat a little more properly, as a laid-down position made it easy for onlookers to gawk at her holes.

When she was done, she intended to get up and bring the bowl over the the wolf mother, but she was quickly intercepted by the father, who crossed the short distance across the bedroom and scooped the bowl from her hands, his thick sheath swinging with every subtle step. He placed the bowl in his wife's hands and returned towards Sylvia, sliding into a laid position beside her. She quivered at his close proximity: of all the wolves in this house, he was the most intimidating. She had seen the size of his cock before, but she had to wonder what it'd look like up close: she was pretty sure she'd find out soon, considering the way his hand idly explored her leg and up to her stomach.

"Are you ready, little doe?" The wolf growled, dipping his fingers down and pressing his dominating digits against her wet entrance, as if he were claiming it as his own. She quivered and obediently nodded, much to his obvious delight. He reached around to grasp her, gently lifting her up with his front and powerful arms and easing her onto his body. She shifted and adjusted as he moved and they fell into a similar position as she and Aiden did before, only this time a large, adult man was beneath her, and she was straddling a rather plump sheath.

"Such a good girl, being obedient for me. Mattias must have raised you well." The wolf ran his hands up her body, stroking her soft stomach and chest and tracing his thumbs across her nipples, making her shudder and bite her lip a bit.

"Y...You know my dad?" Sylvia tentatively asked as she felt the furs behind her shift, and the mother of the group came into view, standing by her husband's head in all her nakedness.

"We both do, sweetie. He's a good man, and clearly he raises some good kids." She replied, reaching down to cup the doe girl's chin as she stepped over her husband's body, planting her feet either side of him and getting nice and close to Sylvia. The young girl's attention was brought to what was directly in front of her: the woman's pussy. Sylvia couldn't see much difference between her own bar the obvious clitoris on the top, poking out from beneath her folds.

"Have a taste, dear," The wolf mother huskily muttered, guiding Sylvia towards her lips by her chin. "Whilst my husband gets all worked up."

Sylvia did as she was told, closing her eyes as her muzzle drew closer and closer, until her deer lips and nose traced across the entrance of the woman's mound. She stuck out her tongue and it met with the warmth of those moist lips, the slightly peculiar taste of the woman's arousal meeting with her tastebuds. As Sylvia pressed and explored with her tongue around the woman's labium, the man beneath her began to roll his hips up against her own used vagina, dragging his sheath back and forth as his member began to grow, pulsing to life beneath her lips and stretching out across his stomach.

The man's rhythmic gyrating eventually shifted and he began to graze and rub the length of his cock against Sylvia's lips, and she rolled her hips to suit him, dragging her body back and forth. His hands curled around her hips and squeezed eagerly as Sylvia reached up, holding onto the older woman's hips in turn as she continued to kiss and lick all over, until her tongue began to probe the woman's entrance. The young girl heard her elder's long, drawn-out moans and took it as a sign to go deeper. She stuffed her tongue in as deep as she could so, flicking all around as the combination of spittle and womanly juices dripped down her chin. She felt a hand atop her hand, gently stroking behind her ears and curling around to her chin every so often.

The man eventually grew impatient. He raised Sylvia up with his powerful hands, causing her to briefly wobble on her hooves as he brought a hand down to his thick knotted cock, a good 11 inches in length, and angled it upwards towards her entrance. The tapering end of his length prodded her tight budding lips as he pulled her down, forcing her to sit atop it. Sylvia grunted at first and wriggled her hips, adjusting her body left and right as the cock sunk into her whilst simultaneously grasping onto the older woman's hips, using her hands to steady herself. She bowed deeper and deeper, taking inch after inch as her knees wobbled, until she eventually bottomed out almost completely. Her tight pussy sat atop the man's bulging knot as her insides spasmed and squeezed teenage cum all over their father's cock.

"Good girl..." The man groaned as he watched Sylvia's hips begin to roll on his cock, grinding it inside of her as she fervently and obediently licked at the woman's entrance, still doing her best to shove her tongue deeper. She could only reach so far, but it seemed as if the woman was great appreciating her efforts, her breathing low and heavy and her petting, encouraging hands cupping her face and stroking along her cheeks. Sylvia could feel her gently pushing against her a little, letting out the occasional groan to voice her approval. 

"Mm, that's it...just a little more, dear." The mother huffed, slowly rolling her own hips against Sylvia's mouth as the young deer's nose rubbed and nudged at the small little bump of the woman's clitoris, pleasuring her even more. The woman's breathing grew and grew until she was moaning softly, her movements laboured with desire and intent. She trembled on her feet, though Sylvia could barely notice, for every facet of her attention was divided between her squeezing cunt around the man's massive cock and the sensation of squeezing flesh around her tongue and against her mouth.

After a moment, the older wolf let out a long sigh and pressed against Sylvia's roaming tongue, stroking her fingers tenderly over the deer's fur. Sylvia tasted a warmth on her tongue and a mixture of something she was relatively familiar with, having pleasured her own mother on occasion as well. Much like she had done before, Sylvia dutifully gulped it down as best she could whilst her body quivered with excitement and desire. Though only 10, even she had become familiar with the delights of sex-- she liked it, even if her own family did it too much for her own preference.

The woman stayed there for a little while longer, relishing the feeling of the girl's attentive appendage scooping up every ounce of her orgasm, before she eventually pulled back, needing to take a breather. She stepped off from her atop her husband and flopped down into a position beside him, her own face looking flushed. She had a grin on her face unlike any other as she beamed at the young deer, and Sylvia stared between her and the hungry eyes of her husband in turn, beginning to feel the metaphorical spotlight on her, especially with the man's member so firmly embedded in her.

Slowly, the father of the group propped himself up, tugging Sylvia up against his chest as he hiked his legs up and planted his feet against the floor, kneading his fat knot against her entrance. Both of them knew that such a bulbous girth was never going to fit inside her-- at least not yet-- but Sylvia pushed down all the same, her body trembling with desire. She didn't want to admit she wanted it, but her body language did all the talking for her. She bunched her arms up close to her chest, wedged between her and the man, as she leant her head up towards him. She bit her lip when she parted her lips to speak, looking embarrassed, and the wolf slowly leant his head in closer, his muzzle inches away from her ear.

"What is it, little doe?" He murmured into her ear with his rich, authoritative voice. She quivered at the sheer restrained ferocity and lust of it.

"Y...You can be rough," She muttered quietly, barely above a whisper. "I-If you want."

"Then I will." He growled into her ear, and Sylvia couldn't resist the whimper that escaped her throat as his hands grabbed tightly to her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to better get her accustomed to his girth. He tugged her up and then fiercely yanked her down, slapping his hips up and the same time and forcing his knot up against her behind, causing her to whimper again and tremble against him. The discomfort was immense, but her eyes didn't tear up-- she had no reasons to cry.

Unlike the two teenagers who were still getting used to their bodies, their stamina and were under the watchful eye of their parents, the man before her had nothing to worry about, and was fully confident in his experience. His thrusts were hard, forceful, fierce, but they were measured. They never pushed too deep, and he never tried to tie with her. His hands, however, were a different story: they squeezed tightly enough to sting, but not enough to pierce flesh: they were just the right level of rough tightness that Sylvia had offered him, and she oddly loved every moment of it. To be so easily used and manhandled was secretly rather exhilarating, though she'd never admit it, be it to her family or to the man so readily taking advantage of her.

Harder and harder his hips thrust, and Sylvia couldn't resist whimpering more and more, until she was a panting, huffing mess against his chest, her pussy stretched to its limit as her young juices coated every inch of his cock, to the point of dribbling down onto his knot, the fluids accentuating each powerful thrust with a wet and sticky slap. He huffed and growled into her ear and that seemed to heighten the whole experience for her, the combination of his heat, his ferocity and his borderline feral behaviour making her dizzy with desire and pleasure.

It was after a couple of minutes of hard and powerful pounding that Sylvia came to realise the disparaging difference between the two horny teenagers and their father: stamina. It felt as if the powerful wolf could go on for hours, whereas she and the teenagers in turn barely lasted minutes at a time, and it showed in the way her tight lips, whilst a little numb, began to quiver as the pleasure spiked up her spine, a signal of a hard and impending orgasm. Her whimpers grew a little higher and a little more intense and the man seemed to pick up on her sounds and her body language-- though he was probably more aware of her squeezing inner walls, more than anything else.

Though he was aware of how close she was, he continued at the same powerful speed-- in fact, he kicked it up a notch, picking up the pace ever so slightly as his balls rapidly bounced up and down, his breathing coming out in short and quick pants. Sylvia attempted to hold out for as long as she could, but his quickened speed only coaxed her body further over the edge than she intended and she suddenly cried out, curling her hands tightly into fists as her whole body violently trembled from the sheer unbridled force of her orgasm rocking through her body. It was like her nerves lit up all at once in a metaphorical firework show of ecstasy that had her squeezing tightly around his pistoning member as she pressed hard to his chest. His fingers kneaded her young, malleable ass cheeks as she climaxed, her moans restrained to long, laboured whimpers that eventually petered out as her muscles loosened up around his member.

He continued to thrust, his knot meeting her lips, as he felt himself growing closer to his own release as she laid against his chest, breathing low and heavy. He growled into her ear and muttered quiet, dirty expletives that she didn't seem to reply to, much to his mild confusion-- but his questions were drowned out by the inexplicable need to fuck, and he found himself focusing more on his bucking hips than anything else. The shapely sight of her lithe body draped across his own and her jiggling cheeks as his knot smacked her flesh spurred on his animalistic desires even further. 

Soon enough, even he couldn't hold out against her lovingly tight inner walls and he inevitably slowed his thrusts, knot swelling and balls churning as the tight ball inside him unfurled and the pleasure shot through his system. A feeling of bliss washed over him as his hands moved from her ass up towards her back, cuddling her tight to his chest as his member convulsed and throbbed, stiffening with each thick and copious spurt of cum into her young cunt. He bent his head down, growling into her ear and sighing against her cheek, kneading his hips up every so often to coax another needy jet of cum from his cock. The seed eventually dipped down onto his knot and around his pelvis, oozing in all manner of directions.

"Mmh...good girl..." The man muttered, reaching up to stroke her silvery hair, frowning when she didn't react. "...little doe?"

He gently eased her up and raised his eyebrows at the sight of her eyes shut, mouth agape, a little bit of drool dribbling from the side of her open muzzle. He had felt the hammering of her heartbeat before so he knew she was fine, but he was surprised to find she had completely passed out. Even his wife looked concerned, who reached over and gently touched her forehead and checked her over.

"She's passed out," The woman hummed. "Ease her off and let her rest. I think you went too far."

"Perhaps I did..." The man agreed with a grimace. "I'll check on her in a little bit."




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Sylvia awoke later to the sound of idle chatter and the crackling of a small fire. She rolled, groaning under her breath as a crude sensation suddenly hit her: she was a little sore, especially around her loins. With all the strength she could muster, she pushed herself up into a propped up position and immediately felt a hand under her side, easing her up into a sitting position.

"There she is," A rumbling voice roused her senses somewhat and she turned her head to the mass of a wolf beside her. "You had us worried for a minute, little doe."

"Here," Another voice spoke to her right and someone placed a cup to her lips, tilting it up. "Drink."

She didn't realise how parched she was until the water hit her tongue, and she shakily reached up to clutch the cup for herself, taking big, plentiful gulps. She could feel the weight of a number of things upon her: some furs, for one, and the mass of food in her belly that made her feel a little stuffed. She recalled having the stew and the rest came flooding back as the cup was taken from her muzzle. The sex. The heat. A flush rushed across her face and she squirmed in her seat, feeling the fullness of her senses return to her. The first thing she could think to do was lay back down.

"Um...sorry," She eventually croaked out, clearing her throat after a moment to speak with more confidence. "I pass out sometimes when I...um..."

"We guessed as much, though it was a little alarming. Do you feel okay?" The voice to her right, which she now recognised as the mother, caught her attention. She turned her head and soon realised they were all laying in bed, their bodies illuminated by the flicker of the lantern light. She couldn't see them, but she could hear the teenage boys snoring on the other side of the woman.

"Mhmm. I'm a little sore but I'm okay. I've been sore before," She explained. "We...um...do a lot of this stuff at home."

"Really?" The mother quirked an eyebrow, surprised. "I thought we were the only family that did this...that's surprising."

"Though that makes sense why you're able to take me all at once." The father, on the other side of her, licking his muzzle and reached out to run his hand across her chest, making her shudder. His hand was quickly slapped away from his wife, and he retreated with a mock whimper.

"Behave!" She chastised him, though Sylvia could see she was smiling as she said it. "Let the poor girl rest. I'm sure the pair of you can get up to much more tomorrow..."

Tomorrow. Sylvia remembered that she was with them for another day, and she also realised how late it was. Her body ached for rest and she was beginning to enjoy the idea of being nestled between them, all cuddled up in the furs they had piled around them. She rolled onto her side, facing the mother, and the wolf behind her took it as an invitation to put an arm around her. It felt nice to be spooned like that-- his arm was big and protective.

She had to admit, she was secretly looking forward to tomorrow. She had to wonder what her own family was up to, however.