Story by Custos (Original posting 8th of April 2025 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos) Please don’t repost this story, let it remain in my galleries! This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor. The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only. The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life. —— Greenhoof commission: The Rite of the Half Moon “Father, she’s only five winters old. She’s not ready. Not for many more winters to come!” - “Hush, boy. This is not a decision I have made lightly, nor have I spent countless moons in contemplation for you to question my wisdom. The moon goddess has heard our pleas. If we follow her guidance, she will grant us her blessing. Luka shall ascend tonight under the quarter moon. I will hear no further arguments from you.” The sun is shining brightly, bathing the subtropical forested area in its warm caress just like Gern is bathing in the cool watering hole with several others of his pack. The handsome dark male wolf is just over twenty winters young, and is currently busy being groomed by his father, Nashoba, an older grey wolf of around thirty-five winters old. Being the alpha, Nashoba is usually the one being groomed by his admiring suitors from the clan, both male and female. But seeing as Gern is his eldest son and facing a difficult task later on during the ascension ceremony tonight, the older wolf is exhibiting a much softer and more gentle side than he normally does. An alpha can’t permit to show much weakness, even when among his own pack. The father and son wolf are watching the pregnant women frolic in the waters nearby, separate from the men in the shallows as they tend to the young ones, among which Gern’s daughter Luka. The cute little five-year-old is splashing around with the other children, mostly boys, and occasionally walks up to one of her mothers to listen to their tummies heavy with child before nursing from their heavy milk-laden breasts. The tribe is facing a crisis. A recent skirmish has wiped away most of their warrior sisters, brave as they fought in battle. Combined with an overwhelming male birth rate, the number of females has dwindled severely, to the point of threatening their pack with dying out. They need more females and fast, before they migrate to their winter grounds up north. Proposals of exchange with other tribes have failed, as each of them wants females in return. A common practice to keep the bloodlines from stagnating within a pack. And thus, Gern finds himself sitting in front of his father in the cooling pools, being licked and massaged and scrubbed by the gentle older wolf. Naturally, he’s worried sick about his little daughter of only five winters old. His father has commanded her ascension to the ranks of adulthood in the hopes of siring new daughters from her small body. Gern has never questioned his father’s rule, or that of the moon goddess, but it just seems so absurd. Most females have their first bleed around ten to twelve winters old. Luka is only five. Nashoba’s skilful hands grasp his son’s sheath and balls, making the younger male whine softly, their eyes never taken off Luka playing with her peers among her mothers. - “Have you abstained from sowing your seed like I asked you to, son?” “... Yes, father. Since the new moon.” - “Good boy.” The elder grey wolf is kind, lapping his tongue behind his son’s ears and embracing him tightly from behind in the water. As if Gern were his mate, if only for a moment. - “You fear for her health, son. As a father, I understand that all too well. You lost Tala just a few moons ago. Your heart is bleeding.” The elder grey wolf massages his son’s testicles and thick sheath, gently swirling the tip of his finger inside around the pointy head of the younger male’s canine penis. Despite his dour mood, Gern coos in his father’s arms, leaning back his head against him. Two weeks of abstinence are enough to make his penis emerge at the drop of a hat. - “Trust in the goddess, son. Trust in me. I would never bring harm to your child, my grandchild, and I wouldn’t ask the goddess to intervene if we weren’t in such dire straits. As your pack leader, I command you to comply. As your father, I beg you to trust in me like you always have.” Nashoba’s words are soft, whispered into his son’s ear, making Gern shiver as the red tip of his penis emerges from his dark grey sheath. Both males clutch the amulet on the young father’s chest. An heirloom passed on from their deceased mother and wife, to the now equally deceased wife and daughter-in-law. Tala, Luka’s late mother and Gern’s mate, had been exceptionally brave and strong. But one cannot bear the weight of the world alone, and she fell during the raid of a rival tribe. “Alright, father. My alpha. I trust you. I trust in the goddess. Your will be done.” The nightly ritual had been executed exactly the same. Gern and Luka had partaken in the evening dinner, feasting on roasted game and drinking lightly fermented fruit juice. Though, the little girl was kept in the dark, she enjoyed the festivities all the same. And when it came time to go to bed, her father had presented her with a cup of warm milk to help her sleep. Laced with the tears of the goddess. A flower that offers pain relief in small doses, and deep restful sleep in larger ones. And death, should one ingest a fatal dose of it. Luka had no reason to mistrust anything her father offered her, and thus drank deeply. She was peacefully at rest within minutes. Solemnly, Nashoba had come to retrieve his granddaughter from her father’s arms, and had carried her up to their summer ground’s temple along with the tribe’s shaman, Shunkaha. The temple is an impressive stone structure that is older than any lore master can recall. But that the ruins invoke the attention of their goddess has been proven time and time again. It is where every child born in summer is brought into this world, and where every other important ceremony transpires in the watchful presence of the numen of the moon. Gern had been summoned to the temple not too long after, his many brothers in the pack escorting the young father to the chambers where he is to be prepared for the ritual. Clothing is an alien concept while residing in the summer grounds, for there is no need to supplement their fur against the cold like they do up north. Instead, they wear leather straps to carry weapons and tools, and most of them are beautifully decorated to reflect personality and personal values. So too, Gern wears a few, and his weapons are stored away safely while his brothers run their fingers all across his dark grey fur, smearing paint as blue as the sky. Drawing symbols of inherent religious importance over the young father’s body. Gern is toned and athletic, physically attractive like most males in their tribe are. Oozing masculinity, yet kinship and compassion. His yellow eyes are full of empathy and brotherly love for his many tribesmen, men and women alike. And his long luscious hair is among the softest and shiniest of his pack. Various locks are equally painted blue for the occasion, accentuating his beautiful eyes even more. The widowed mate is beloved among his peers, and they sure take note of the single sad tear rolling down their brother’s cheek. And so it bears no surprise that when their task preparing Gern for the ceremony is complete, the many manly wolves cuddle together all around him warmly and tightly in brotherly support. They talk gently to him in soft hushed voices while they groom the unpainted spots, speaking to Gern of his bravery and beautiful heart. He will be alright. Luka will be alright. The moon goddess will let no harm befall the beloved child. And so, Gern is escorted to the main ceremony hall. His manly sheath sways from side to side as he walks, his expression determined. Steeled by the presence and support of his brothers, by blood or otherwise. As befits a wolf, there is strength in the pack. Devote yourself to the tribe, and the tribe will respond in kind. So it has always been, and so it shall be always. Bathed in moonlight stands a stone altar in the middle of the enormous hall, flanked by Nashoba, Shunkaha, and their fellow clansmen and women. The latter are all too familiar with the small stone structure, for it is hewn to accommodate a woman in the throes of birth. With two stirrups on pillars to support a woman’s legs. However, the altar is also used to induct sisters into adulthood after they experience their first bleed. In the very same narcotic ritual Luka is to endure. To ascend into the ranks of adulthood under the watchful eye of the moon goddess, the opening in the ceiling of the temple offering an unobstructed view of the lunar body in first quarter. Shaped perfectly the same like Luka’s bare little slit, her innocent chubby cleft closely reminiscent of the half moon up above as the little sleeping girl’s small little legs are spread open wide by the stirrups. Gern approaches his father and the shaman, kneeling on one knee before each of them and cupping their balls reverently in the palms of his hands before planting a respectful kiss on both their balls and the opening to their sheaths. Nashoba smiles approvingly, slight relief on his muzzle as if he had feared his son wouldn’t have come. He and the shaman both gently caress Gern’s sheath and balls in turn, a token of mutual respect, when the young wolf of just over twenty summers gets back up. - “Shunkaha has assured me the goddess’s guidance rings the same and true in his prayers, Gern, son of Nashoba. Heir to the pack. Your daughter is to ascend to join her sisters in womanhood tonight, so that she may alleviate our dwindling numbers through the fruits of her loins. As her father, do you trust in the goddess?” Gern’s ears droop down, but he nods solemnly as he closes his eyes. “I do, alpha. May she become a beautiful woman of great skill and strength under the loving embrace of the moon mother. And may she bear the pack many healthy females.” As the tone of Gern’s voice grows more resolute with each syllable spoken, so too grow the sheaths of father and son thicker with each passing moment. The alpha’s sky blue eyes attest to the blessing of the moon mother, and they smile down warmly into his son’s eyes. Taking away any further doubt in Gern’s heart, the radiance of the moonlight filling him equally with faith and confidence. - “It is the alpha’s right to sire the first litter, son. Do you object?” There is a softness in his father’s words. A slight breaking of protocol as he affectionately referred to Gern as his son, rather than by name. A gesture of fatherly love that is not lost on the younger wolf. His sheath now too bears the signs of arousal of what is to come. Both father and son growing erect as they stand together, firmly and strongly, the pink tips of their canine cocks emerging and spreading the strong scent of powerful masculinity. “I place my daughter’s fate in your hands, alpha. Body and soul. I trust in your judgement, and that of the goddess.” To Gern’s surprise, his father smiles and opens his arms wide, stepping forward and embracing his son in a warm fatherly hug. Their two sheaths are pressed firmly against each other in between the abs of their stomachs, and the leaking tips emerging from their protective covers eagerly give each other a sticky smooch. - “Your alpha accepts, son of mine. Now, shaman Shunkaha and I recognise Luka requires special preparations before she will be able to receive her alpha’s blessing, or that of the moon mother’s.” The tall muscular older grey wolf walks his son over to the altar where Gern’s innocent sleeping little five-year-old girl is lewdly splayed out for the whole pack to see with her legs wide in the stone stirrups. Her small vulva is beautiful and chubby, Luka’s tiny clitoris hiding shyly at the top of the childish cleft. On a small wooden table beside the altar rest a set of expertly crafted instruments, waiting to be used. Ranging from a set of freshly made wooden dildos in the shape of a canine penis in various sizes, to a primitive speculum and smooth stone beads threaded on a silky string. The smallest of the dildos looks like it could fit a baby! - “To alleviate your concerns, son of mine, your alpha will allow you to be the one who prepares little Luka to receive me. You may use any of the tools provided, or any natural instrument you already possess…” Nashoba grins and squeezes his son’s fat sheath, making the young male gasp out loudly which elicits some chuckles his brothers and sisters in the audience. It proves a welcome distraction, and the mood grows slightly less serious and more casual and supportive. They’re a family after all, and they care for each other. - “I can see you’re raring to go, son! Haha. You may use any part of your body, but you must not ejaculate inside of your daughter. That is the alpha’s privilege until she is heavy with child. Understood?” “Yes, father!” - “Then, with no further delay, carry out your task, son. After all, the more you prepare her, the less uncomfortable it will be for her!” The first bangs of heavy mallets on large drums reverberate through the temple, causing tingles to run up Gern’s spine as his father guides his son in between the spread-open legs of his five-year-old grandchild. Both males looking down upon the blushing cunny of the little wolf girl with the eyes of an adult. And it only gives rise to their sheaths thickening even further. Sexual contact between pups, and pups and adults isn’t uncommon. It’s often used as token of love, a reward, or to soothe a crying child. But penetration by a grown penis is something usually only older cubs are interested in due to the size difference and accompanying discomfort. And, of course, the first insemination by the alpha is a mandatory practice for when girls first menstruate. Luka is sleeping soundly, her whole body looking so tiny on the altar designed for teenage girls and grown women. Her fair innocent childish body is illuminated in the light of the half moon, her tiny pussy bearing the same vertical divide until her father’s fingers first open the tiny labia to gaze inside his little girl. Gern can see that his sisters, Luka’s mothers, have prepared the little pup’s tiny cunny in advance for her daddy’s touch, the little lips of her heated sex oily slick with the lubricating ointment from a nearby pot. The virile young father suddenly sees his baby girl in a whole different light, both literally and metaphorically. And his young manly cock throbs as it grows more and more erect with each second, the fatherly member slowly emerging from his fat sheath until only the knot remains inside, the bulbous protrusion not fully distended yet. - “Talk to her, son. She may be sleeping, but she’s in the moon mother’s embrace. She will hear your every word, if you speak them with love. And feel your every touch, if you perform them with love.” The early-twenties-something wolf male nods, listening to the voice of his father growing deeper to his side. The shape of the older man growing slowly but steadily larger, the cracking of bones audible underneath the muscular skin and fur. His father is getting excited, eager to fulfil the role and duties of the alpha upon his granddaughter of only five years old. Probably the youngest pussy he’ll have ever sunk his cock into, if only because no cub so small can fit his hefty size. Gern can feel it too. The yearning in his body. Both for his daughter and for the ‘change’ under the half full moon. He’ll need to contain himself for a little while longer, if only to offer his unconscious daughter the mercy of his smaller size. “Your little moon shines as radiantly as the moon mother’s tonight, buttercup. I bet your mothers’s fingers felt nice preparing you for daddy. For Grampa.” Nashoba growls softly off to the side, Gern able to perceive his old man having grabbed his hefty fat dick as it sticks out from that plump sheath, firmly massaging his meat in front of his son molesting his sleeping granddaughter. Gern can only take that as wholehearted approval. “Daddy’s gonna lick you now, little flower. Sleep sweetly in the moon mother’s arms while daddy introduces you to the pleasures of womanhood. Daddy loves you, buttercup.” The first lick spreading Luka’s chubby little mons and dragging up inside the cleft causes a jolt of lightning to run up Gern’s spine, the male moaning deeply inside his five-year-old pup’s fat little pussy. The plump and slick little lips of the child quiver in excitement, Luka moaning in her sleep as her body becomes aware of the invasive tongue of her father snaking ever deeper with each passing fraction of an inch. The young father isn’t a novice at eating his child’s pussy, having done so pretty much the moment she was born. First to soothe her when she was crying as a baby, later on because Luka loved the tickles mommy and daddy’s tongues incited in her tiny childish cunny. He’d done so out in public too, at the watering hole or in the middle of their nomadic trek when she had fallen and scraped her knee. Daddy licked it all good, but to do so while she is so lewdly exposed to half the pack present is a whole other thing entirely. She’s helpless and at the mercy of the adults, all of whom were watching on while touching their own heated loins. And that fact tickled Gern’s balls something fierce. Withdrawing his tongue from his baby girl’s fresh innocent peach, Gern instead oiled up the smallest wooden dildo and lined it up with his unconscious daughter’s wide-open pussy hole. This size is made to soothe babies, most of whom enjoy the soothing filling sensation the toy provides, whether cunny or tail hole, and so poses no threat of discomfort to Gern’s sleeping girl. While the music of the drums reverberates melodically through the stone temple, in rhythm with a heart beat, most of the males present have taken to jerking their cocks in tandem with the beat. Their role is to baptise their new sister into their ranks at the cusp of her transition, and some of them are already undergoing the same shifting changes their alpha is trying to hold back. After all, their worship of the moon mother has granted their pack a boon many ages ago, when the first alpha sired a litter of pups in her name. All of them are werewolves, and can shift into impressive dire versions of their wolf selves when exposed to any light of the moon. They can even choose between anthro and feral forms, a trait that is often used for work, play, and combat. And the shift is a vital part of the ceremony, for the alpha needs to awaken it within Luka’s body through means of inseminating her. Siring a litter of pups triggers the ‘change’ over any other method. Gern can smell the horny musk from his fellow brothers, but above all from his virile alpha father. The male is now of a much larger size, looming over his son and granddaughter off into the shadows just barely outside the beam of moonlight bathing the altar. - “You’re doing fine, my son. She looks beautiful with a cock inside of her. Use your fingers next.” Gern is leaking precum profusely, crouching down in front of the stone altar with his little daughter lying pussy open at hip height. Ready to receive anything he would choose to insert up inside her tiny birth canal. The tip of his finger flutters over the tiny pleasure pearl of the wolf child, her small body stirring just a little as Luka exhales deeply in her sleep. His father was right, she could feel her daddy’s touch! A realisation that nearly pushes poor Gern into dangerous territory, almost spilling his seed prematurely. “Daddy’s gonna tickle your pussy now, little flower. We need to get you nice and stretched for Grampa, your alpha, don’t we?” His index finger slick with oil, Gern places the tip of his claw at the tiny opening of his baby daughter’s heated sex and firmly pushes inside in one drawn-out thrust. Nashoba’s enormous canine cock is glistening with the slickness of his natural male lubricant while his fist flies back and forth over the pink length, the alpha male growling needfully and impatiently as his son’s finger slowly fucks all the way inside his granddaughter’s pussy slit. A cascade of droplets of precum raining down on the sleeping cub’s naked body as well as her daddy’s, his son’s. Gern’s finger snakes forward, his digit clenched down upon by his unconscious baby girl’s vaginal canal, the same where soon his father’s penis will thrust up into, and where her first littler of pups will slide down from because of it! “That’s it, buttercup. That’s daddy’s finger massaging your beautiful little cunny. Does it feel nice, my little flower? How about a second finger? Oh, I can feel your little cervix kissing the tip!” The young wolf male’s cock is leaking precum down upon the stone tiles below with the abundance of a spring fountain. The more his sleeping baby girl coos and moans as he molests her with one or more fingers, the deeper the need grows to seat his fatherly penis snuggly and securely within her girly slit. His sword desperate and thirsty to be sheathed inside his five-year-old child in a wonderfully incestuous union. - “Get to it, son. Your alpha is ready. Smell that little pussy? A ripe and juicy little peach for her Grampa to pluck and sample. She needs her alpha’s litter pumped down inside that beautiful little tummy. I won’t wait much longer.” Nashoba steps out into the light and positively looks monstrous. His muscles have expanded double-fold, as has his size. His enormous wolf cock dangles heavily from the plump sheath, his large heavy balls swaying rhythmically with his movements. His eyes are glowing with the radiance of the moon, and his fangs have grown dangerously big. A prime alpha, through and through. Gern watches his father manoeuvre his cock over the altar and his daughter’s unconscious body, allowing the steady stream of thick viscous clear precum to leak down all over Luka’s small pussy, tummy, chest, and finally inside her slightly open lips. The five-year-old’s tongue darts out in her sleep, swiping up the heavily fragranced essence of her Grandpa before swallowing it and humming contentedly. Her small hips even churn against the restraints of the stirrups, the sleeping young pup trying to grind her legs together to soothe the ache in her pussy. The young father can’t wait any longer either. Nashoba angles his large dire wolf cock down toward Luka, rubbing the spongy leaking tip over her cute little tummy and non-existent titties and tiny nipples while his son poises himself to penetrate his daughter. He’s done so before, but always just the tip. To soothe her curiosity and the tingly need she often has in her loins. Gern’s eyes find his father’s, the glowing white orbs sticking out perfectly from his silhouette against the moonlight up above. - “Go ahead, son. You may claim her cherry, but her womb is mine.” “Yes, papa.” A moment of sentimentality between father and son as they violate the unconscious sleeping body of their child and grandchild. The sanctity of five-year-old Luka’s cervix the right of the father and alpha to take. Gern easily slips the head of his pointy wolf cock inside his daughter, snuggly seating it as shallowly as he always has, before he takes a deep breath and forces his hips forward. Steady but certainly. Though her mind is fast asleep, Luka’s body reacts immediately to the sudden invasion deeper than it has ever experienced before. The five-year-old’s form jerks wonkily on the altar, and her monstrous dire wolf grandfather quickly places an enormous paw down on top of her, keeping Luka in place. - “That’s it, son. I can feel that mighty rod of you slowly making its way up to her baby chamber. Don’t climax, though. Wouldn’t blame you, but it would sour the boon of the goddess. Making this all for naught.” Gern is trembling, his body shaking all over. He’s clutching the stone altar, leaning over his daughter’s unconscious form while he inches his erect canine penis further up inside her impossibly tight child pussy. Each meticulously conquered little length squeezing down hard around his fatherly rod. Both trying to repel and welcome his deeply incestuous union, as the pointy head of his feral wolf cock slowly inches further toward that little contracting mouth of her womb. The first kiss is heavenly. Fatherly tip slick and spritzing his incestuous precum against and all over the last barrier between him and his five-year-old pup’s womb. The space where his own father’s litter will grow all too soon. Gern is nearly near-sighted in delirium, his tongue lolling out while he inches his knot ever closer to his daughter’s heated pussy lips. Wishing for them to kiss too. “Oompf. Ooh, buttercup. I can feel you jerking around my rod. I hope in delight, but I would understand if otherwise. Sorry, my little flower, I need to stretch your little flower for Grampa. He’ll be bigger yet. Don’t worry, buttercup. Daddy’s gonna make it as pleasurable as he can.” The young dark grey wolf pulls back his penis and then resolutely shoves it all the way back inside, as deeply as he can while grabbing his daughter’s flailing little legs fighting the restraints of the stirrups. The unconscious baby girl’s body jerks again, Nashoba’s large paw pinning her down securely to the stone altar so she wouldn’t hurt herself. - “That’s it, son. Nice and deep. Make her crave the cock of her father, her future alpha. And make her body thirst for my seed. To bear my pups.” “Mmph! Yes, father!” - “Come here, son. Give daddy a kiss while you sample your daughter’s sweet little peach.” “Yes, daddy.” Nashoba’s huge throbbing canine cock sways from Luka’s unconscious slurping lips right over her body to hover over the incestuous union between father and daughter, the elder grey wolf still holding down the squirming little girl pup with his large hand. The alpha’s free hand reaches for his son’s jaw, their size difference enormous now that Nashoba has shifted into his dire wolf form and Gern hasn’t yet. It almost feels to the young wolf male like he’s a kid again, with his father being so big. Gern’s hips slap wetly into his daughter’s coochie, harder than before when his lips find his father’s and both adults start frenching each other’s muzzles so hard they can feel their teeth scrape. The young adult male is so close, it’s painfully hard to hold back, slamming his hips into the cooing and grunting unconscious body of his precious little girl. All in front of his father and the audience of his brothers and sisters in the pack. Gern’s knot is starting to catch around the rim of Luka’s five-year-old cunny, making her legs flail and her toes curl as her daddy nearly knots her in the throes of his violent thrusts. He can’t hold back, Gern is digging his fingers into his daughter’s sides and about to deliver the final thrust to pop his knot inside that gasping little child pussy, when he suddenly finds himself forcefully flying backward. Straight into the arms of the brothers of his pack who consoled him and helped paint him, his magnificent wolf cock throbbing furiously and expanding as he shifts into his dire wolf form while climaxing powerfully. Rope after rope of virile wolf semen jets out from Gern’s growing cock, the wolf’s yellow eyes become glowing orbs of light while he painfully grows bigger, hands clutching his flailing form from all sides and soothing the sexual lust within his loins. - “Close, son. Never mind. Let your brothers take care of your needs. I understand.” Gern is lying back in the pile of his dire wolf brothers, their glowing eyes burning into his while their large maws are plastered with mischievous grins. Two of them dive down to the young male’s spurting cock, dragging their slick hot wolf tongues over the sensitive length before one of them swallows it down to the knot. The other clenching his fist behind the sensitive bulb to keep Gern in bliss for as long as possible. Nashoba mounts the altar, his enormous manly weapon dwarfing the already small body of the innocent child of only five summers old as he poises the very tip at the gape of her little peach. - “Grrr. Grampa’s here, blossom. Open up for your alpha. Let your body transcend into womanhood. Let your womb drink deeply of my essence. By the moon mother’s will.” One of old Nashoba’s fists alone is broader than the little girl’s body, never mind the comparison of her small hips versus her grandfather’s aggressively pulsing cock spewing thick clear globs of precum all over her tiny pussy. Rather than shove the impossibly large cock inside the tiny child all at once, Nashoba seats the pointy tip inside the gaping cleft of his granddaughter, gratefully using the stretching his son has performed upon his grandchild. - “Mmrrh. Good. Drink, child. Nurse from my loins. Evolve. Awaken the moon inside of your body!” Gern is still cumming wildly in the hands of his brothers, nearly fully delirious while he beholds his own father’s shaft and perineum flex with each spurt of precum being pumped from his heavy virile balls. Right down inside his sweet baby girl. Luka’s unconscious body is fighting the restraints of the altar, her little toes curling as her grandfather’s cock slowly forces itself deeper inside of her. At first, it looks like the oversized dire wolf would split the child in twain, but with each inch he forcefully presses deeper, Luka’s body adapts. Growing bigger. Soft whimpers and cries echo through the temple as the child experiences the transformation for the very first time, soothed by the merciful sleep of the moon goddess. And by the heat of her grandfather’s pulsing pole being squeezed by her innards. - “Yes. Yes! Join us, sister. Daughter. Granddaughter. Mother. Warrior. Drink deep from your alpha’s loins! Bear the strong healthy females we need!” Finally, the alpha’s gigantic wolf cock is thrust down with one more powerful slam, locking his body together with his granddaughter’s dire wolf form in a glorious incestuous union. Nashoba throws his head back into his neck, directing himself up at the radiant half moon in the sky as he howls loudly. His voice rippling through every living being near the temple in its haunting melody, soon joined by the others of his pack as they too howl out in climax, dousing the climaxing five-year-old cub in their virile male scent. Gern is lifted up on his feet and supported by his brothers, their instinct to howl along kicking in as they pose the young father’s still cumming cock over his baby girl and letting him join in bathing Luka in the combined seed of the pack. One look down is enough to make Gern climax all over again, witnessing his father’s monstrous dire wolf cock stretching his sleeping dire wolf daughter’s vulva to the cusp of its capabilities. The outline of the raging dick visible through the skin of her stomach, while her tummy is slowly swelling with her grandfather’s seed. - “It is done! The moon mother has heard our plea and blessed our pack with this union. Luka is a woman now. A warrior sister. And she will bear her alpha’s litter, a bounty of females who will in turn bear us many sons and daughters. Our pack is saved!” Everyone has transformed into their large dire wolf forms now, the temple suddenly feeling a lot smaller and more crowded as they cheer. Gern collapses onto the stone altar, barely having space to lie next to his sleeping daughter’s unconscious body. She’s smiling. Grinning even. Cooing and writhing her hips around on her Grampa’s pulsing dick. Already starting to look pregnant from the sheer volume of seed he’s depositing inside her childish womb. Nashoba observes his son’s physical and emotional exhaustion, still crouching over his grandchild on the altar and tied to her sweet little pussy with his knot. He leans in and presses a kiss onto his son’s lips, making Gern smile meekly in his after bliss. “Sorry, daddy. I nearly ruined it all…” Nashoba nods solemnly but kindly, and guides his son to scoot up so Luka can nurse from his fatherly penis in her sleep for comfort. Like she did when she was a baby. - “Never mind that now, son. The important part is I’m knot deep inside your baby girl, and siring a little of your half-siblings half-grandchildren as we speak.” “Ugh, bloodlines are confusing.” - “Yeah. They’ll be both my children, and my great-grandchildren. Best not to think about it too much.” The two males cuddle with the unconscious child, their larger forms slowly receding to their normal ones as the heat of the moment slows down. “Dad, I wanna make penance for what I’ve done.” - “No need, son. I’m sure the moon mother forgives you. I have.” Gern blushes and then firmly massages his dad’s knot inside his sleeping daughter’s bloated tummy. “No! My alpha! I deserve to be punished! I need to become my alpha’s sheathe for a fortnight! Until the next full moon!” Nashoba grins wickedly at his son, his cock flexing inside Luka’s unconscious body and making the little girl groan in her sleep. - “Sounds like a just and fair punishment. Whenever your kid isn’t attached to my waist, you will be! For two weeks!” Gern is already quivering in anticipation of his punishment. Whether from fear or desire is obvious to guess.