Death eventually gained the courage to return to the Bear Family’s forest. He again attempted to reap Papa Bear’s soul but he was again unsuccessful, becoming too distracted and weakened by the musk that was coming from Papa, his son Daddy, and the latter's children that had become adults. Every time the powerful figure returned to the Bear’s Forest, he was thwarted by his own nose and weakness to their intoxicating scents and large bodies. When he would come back, there were even more bears waiting for him. It had quickly become a tradition of sorts; they would wait for him and those who had become adults would be given the chance to fuck Death as a rite of passage. Attached to the wolf’s collar was a tag. This tag was meant to respond to a medallion. Death had left it with Papa Bear and the immortal family matriarch was not hesitant to use it, calling upon the embodiment of Death to serve him and his descendants often enough to turn the wolf into a complete slut for the Bear Family members. Papa wasn’t the only one who got their life extended. The entirety of the Bear Family clan was blessed with extra life, gaining more and more every time they turned Death into a moaning and gasping cum-dump. Currently there were multiple generations-worth of Bears that seen him as not someone to be fear but someone to be fucked. Of course there were multiple times when Death tried to regain the upper edge, to prove that he could overcome them and be feared once again but he always failed...undone by a simple whiff of their musk or the sight of a big bear cock. He could still reap souls and strike true fear into the hearts of anyone else in the world but when he stepped into that certain part of the forest, he was...weak and submissive. [center]***[/center] Gathered in a massive cave were the heads of the Bear Family, the respective patriarchs of each generation. The eldest and originator was of course Papa Bear, looking no older than he had since Death first came for him, in fact his appearance was significantly younger. Then was Daddy Bear, still in his prime despite the many, many years that had passed. Following him was Daddy Bear Jr., Daddy’s eldest son. He was the current head of the family as his father had decided to retire despite keeping his strong, youthful body. Jr had inherited his dad’s genes and potency, also having large litters of bear cubs at one time. The representative of the fourth generation was Grizzly Bear. Taking advantage of his greatly extended lifespan, Grizzly had done a lot of traveling and had gotten into what had to be countless adventures. He was always a hooligan: loving fights, danger, and of course breeding guys and girls all over the world. Openly brash and foul mouthed, Grizzly was also covered in scars, his fur was unkempt, and out of all the Bears, he was especially musky. His oldest son was a lot like him. Hefty Bear lived up to his name, being the biggest bear so far in terms of both height and width. But unlike his dad, Hefty was more of a gentle giant except when he was provoked or too consumed with lust to hold back. Loving to eat and drink but also having a lot of know-how, Hefty completely revamped and ascended their bakery business to an entirely new level. It was a good thing too as they needed greater production to keep up with Hefty’s appetite. The newest and head of the sixth generation was Honey Bear. At one time he had been a black sheep. Born as a girl and treated as such, Honey at first felt wrong in some way that couldn’t be explained at the time but when they were older, Honey had discovered that he was trans and with support of the family behind him, he finally came into his own, standing tall among his fellow patriarch’s, now contributing to the family tradition of having many cubs at once but in the opposite way. As night fell and the youths were sent to their respective homes, the patriarchs and the other adults remained in the large cave. The energy within changed and could be felt by everyone. They all felt their lusts rising as Papa was taking hold of the medallion, using it to summon their collective family pet/slut. After using the artifact, a familiar whistle was heard. All of the bears perked up, looking towards the cavern’s entrance where Death’s cloaked silhouette was seen. The wolf stepped inside, pulling his hood back, having a stern expression on his face. “What is it?” he asked with a hardness in his tone. “Oi, don’t act like you’re not tickled pink to see us all here in one place,” Daddy said with a smirk. “We’ve got a little get-together going on here and Papa thought we should end the night off with a bang. But you know we’re not gonna stop at just one.” “Bears…” Death muttered to himself. He stepped fully inside of the cave, already groaning from the smell that was hanging all around. His keen nose could discern the unique tones of every bear; not just the patriarch’s but also the other adults that were there. The cavern was absolutely packed with big ursines and their smells all hitting him was already overwhelming. Death’s standoffish demeanor was faltering. In their presence he was like a whole other person and it was honestly embarrassing. They were already muttering and snickering about him. “Come on, boy…” Papa beckoned. The other bears stepped aside, creating a path directly to the oldest among them. Death didn’t hesitate to approach. Even though he was outwardly looking annoyed, his tail was sticking out from his cloak, wagging back and forth with greater speed the closer he got to Papa Bear. Death whined as he came in close enough for Papa to reach out and snatch away his cloak, revealing that his pants were already tented. Seeing this, Papa’s expression changed and he unexpectedly pulled Death in, pulling the wolf’s snout right into his armpit. The fur of his underarm was hot and wet from the hazy day in the forest and stuffiness of being in the cave all day with his family. Death’s nose was forced into the fur and against the skin, ensuring that he would be breathing in the strongest form of his dense pit musk. Even if Death had begun to struggle, it still would have been easy for Papa to hold him in place. All but smothered by the bigger male, Death had no choice but to inhale the rich funk from its source. It was completely bombarding his sensitive sense of smell, making him feel weak. The room spinning as he breathed in more, taking longer and deeper inhales that really sent a rush through him. It became evident when he started breathing it in willingly. The fur along his spine and tail were bristling and the hiss of air being sucked in was heard by the bears that were the closest to the event. He moaned and shuddered from the intensity of the bear’s smell. A new burst arousal was overtaking him, making his cock strain even harder in his pants. A muffled groan came from him as the throbbing in his pants suddenly became a lot stronger. With so many eyes on him, still talking about him and snickering in response to his actions, a part of Death still wanted to resist for the sake of his pride. But that part of him was losing to the greater portion of his being that wanted to fully give in and bask in the pit’s fragrance. As sweat was being smeared all over his muzzle, Death was also getting a taste of the sweat from it seeping through his lips. That triggered something within him and he was dragging his tongue over the pit before he even realized. Just as he expected, the taste was strong and bitter but that just made him enjoy it even more. As much as he hated to admit it, Death had gotten used to and was fully addicted to their potent smells and tastes. Death groaned again but in a different way. He just couldn’t get used to the striking flavor that shocked his taste buds. That first lick was followed up by more. Once his tongue got moving, Death was just compelled to not stop no matter what. While still sniffing, the canine was making the damp pit even wetter, smearing the musk all over his own muzzle. Just as his pet was starting to drift off from the amazing smell, Papa pulled Death’s muzzle from his pit. This left the other male blinking. His senses were still muddled by the fog of musk and lust, making him putty in the bear’s hand. He was let go and told to take his clothes off. Death complied and he proceeded to remove them in front of everyone else, showing his body off to the cave full of horny bears. Death’s eyes fell on the eldest bear’s body, moving downwards until they came to rest, his faze fixed upon the big cock that hung heavy between the pair of meaty, brown furred thighs. It twitched and swelled further, slowly rising upwards and glistening in the low light of the torches lining the walls. The sweat and grime that clung to his shaft was making it shine. That and it's especially earthy scent kept Death drawn in. The wolf was pushed down onto his knees and then his mouth was being parted by the bear’s heavy, musky phallus. The strength of it being shoved in spread his lips and the rest of his muzzle. It ran right over his smooth tongue, giving him another dosage of bitter yet delicious sweat that was both fresh and old. A thrust caused the length to sail over the rest of his tongue and down his throat. He didn’t even gag, having way too much experience at this point. Instead his nose was again drawn to the wonderfully masculine reek that was ebbing from the ursine’s crotch. Mouth watering around the branch of warm and pulsing flesh, Death looked up with obedient eyes, wrapping his lips around. A muffled hum came from him when the shaft pulsed and spurt a rope right down his throat. Acting without thinking he swallowed, pulling it down into his stomach. All on his own, Death pulled his head back and got a proper taste for that precum, loving the way it paired perfectly with the sweat and other elements. He pushed it all back in, groaning from it reaching further than before, spreading the walls of his throat further. Doing this allowed the wolf to bury his nose into Papa’s crotch fur and he would have purred if he were able to. As Death continued to pump his mouth back and forth, drawing moans from the family patriarch, Daddy Sr felt it was about time to insert himself into the fun. He and Papa were always the ones to get the first go at him, being the ones that tamed their pet in the first place. “Move it aside,” Daddy said as he gripped his cock. Death complied, lifting his tail and revealing his tailhole. The sight made the second oldest bear lick his lips. His other hand reached out to roughly grip and squeeze the canine’s asscheek. Moving in closer, Daddy got his cocktip to touch the hole, smearing his precum over it before he simply pushed, moaning deeply from the way that Death’s hole just sucked up his shaft, providing easy entry while also remaining perfectly tight. This made Death’s muffled moans even louder. He was always being filled up from both ends. In his mouth and under his tail there was a big bear cock that was leaking hot, slippery, and musky precum. Another push from Daddy caused the rest of his cock to go in at one time; stretching the wolf’s hole even further, sending a mix of pleasure and pain through him. Just because he was easier to penetrate didn’t mean that Death still didn’t feel the impact of being stuffed so full. The bear’s cock was pressing down on his prostate, causing Death to moan even more. His own shaft throbbed and squirted precum onto the ground. He could feel Papa’s pulsing as well, coming just before another gush of his own flavorful precum was released into his windpipe. His body was taking it all in as they were both thrusting into him, marking his insides with their fluids. One one side he could feel Papa’s sweaty balls slapping against his chin, smearing the fragrant stuff onto his facial fur while at the same time, Daddy’s sack was smacking against his, sending steady jolts that paired with the pleasure. “Listen to him moaning… nothing more than a slut when he’s in our paws,” Daddy said. Papa grunted in agreement, putting more focus into his actions. Indeed, Death was moaning even louder from the rich flavor of musk and sweat that kept stimulating his taste buds. In reaction to this he was sweeping his tongue all over in an attempt to clean away the grime and get even more of that flavor. Doing this while taking in repeated deep breaths that filled his nose and lungs with that amazing, masculine stink...Death couldn’t stop shuddering if he wanted and that wasn’t helped by Daddy’s thick cock pounding away at his tender walls. His prostate was never sparred and as the thrusting got faster it was all becoming more intense for him. The eldest of the clan were keeping up with each other, using his holes at their leisure while he felt himself slipping further into a state of deeper lust and increasing euphoria. It was coming just from the knowledge that he was being used. That a powerful force like him could be brought down, that none of these bears were scared of him and instead made it their life’s goal to dominate him. “Ooh, he’s really squeezing now…” Daddy huffed. His grip on the wolf’s hips increased greatly just as he all but doubled his speed and power, slamming his body into Death’s, ramming his cock as far as it could go each and every time. This made the hole clench down on him, bringing even more pleasure that kept him panting and growling. It had been just long enough since he last fucked the canine. Intending to make up for lost time, Daddy was going for broke. On the other end, Papa also went buckwild on his front end, slamming his cock in with so much strength and reaching it so far that Death actually found it hard to breathe. And what he managed to inhale was laced with dense bear musk. These factors were making his head spin even more and his lungs were starting to ache from the lack of proper air. As his back end was kneading the younger ursine’s spurting maleness, Death’s front end was doing something similar for Papa. The muscles of his throat were massaging the shaft, milking out more of that fluid that kept his oral passage feeling hot and slick. Papa’s deep toned groans kept the fur along his spine bristling and even without the chance to take a deep breath, he was still moving his tongue all over the sides and underneath the huge, sweat-marked flesh. The force of the pumps picked up, making his nose crash into the hot, muggy crotch. His nose was kept saturated and the smell was never weakening, always at its peak in a way that kept him whining, sucking, and shaking. There was always more for his senses to find and doing so was giving more pleasure and control to the pair that started all of this. Having more air forced out of him from another slam into his lower windpipe and hard punch to his prostate, Death let out a sound that everyone could hear and they laughed. He was a spectacle, something to gawk at. Some were already stroking themselves to the sight of him being fucked, adding to the heavy bear musk that was already filling up the cavern. Every push and pull produced a loud, almost gross sounding squelch or squish. So much precum had been released, clinging to his walls and serving as a lube that made it all too easy for him to be penetrated deeply. Whether it was a soft or strong push, the cocks would slide across his walls, hilting to the very end. Hanging and bobbing freely between his own legs, the wolf’s shaft was constantly dripping precum as well, making a small puddle as the sticky substance clung to itself. More was coming out as he felt himself getting closer to his limits. And this build up was making him more fervent, resulting in his hole clenching harder and more often while his throat was also constricting with greater force, his licking being done with more speed and force. A series of rough strikes to his prostate was enough to make Death howl against Papa’s cock. His entire body tensed and shook just as he started to cum. The searing rush of his climax came with the thick ropes that were spurt from his cocktip with force. This of course made his hole clench down much harder. As he was still shooting his seed, Papa and Daddy were redoubling their efforts, their hips nearly a blur as they pounded into his extra tight tailhole and throat. Growling and snarling, their cocks swelled and began to shoot cum into him. Their hips pressed firm to his front and back sides, they made sure that not a drop would be spilled. All of it was going into the wolf, filling up his ass and throat, collecting ultimately into his stomach, making it inflate slightly. The heat and gooey-ness of their cum kept him whimpering. Some of it was also spilling out from the corners of his mouth and his tailhole, splattering onto the floor just like his fluids. While being filled up, Death listened to the euphoric groans and snarls that were coming from the big bears. More loud and messy sounds were heard as the two pulled their messy shafts from Death’s mouth and ass, leaving both flowing with their excess. With satisfied grins and a few more ropes that spurt onto his face and back, Papa and Daddy Sr finally stepped away, leaving Death to the rest of their family members. All but collapsing onto the floor, Death was left at the mercy of those approaching. His body wasn’t doing what he wanted it to, leaving him helpless to the big hand that reached down and snatched him up. This hand belonged to Daddy Bear Jr. Looking much like his father, even having his striking eye color, the new head of the family was very familiar with Death and what to do with him. Just as they had for his grandfather and father, the others cleared the way, giving him a clear path to their pet. Picking Death up fully, lifting him off his feet, the bear chuckled and then pushed his muzzle to the canine’s. Death’s eyes widened when he felt the hot and thick tongue wedging its way into his muzzle and even down his throat a bit. Almost instantly, Death melted and fully embraced the kissing. It was mostly one-sided. The bear’s tongue was so big and moved with so much force that his own was overpowered anyways. Jr was moaning deeply in his mouth, cleaning away the cum and obviously loving the flavor of his grandfather’s essence. A mix of the seed and his hot saliva were going down Death’s throat, requiring him to swallow, spreading more heat to the rest of his body. Slinking down further, the muscle was sweeping all over, fully exploring the other male’s oral passage. Death’s cock never deflated; still hard and poking against the ursine’s stomach, leaving a line of precum along the brown fur. “Been a while, hasn’t it?” Jr asked as he ran a claw across Death’s chin. The wolf meekly nodded, making the bigger male chuckle. “Then how about you give me a proper greeting?” He let Death fall to the ground, bending himself over and showing his big, plump ass. “Here, boy. Come sniff my bum like the dog you are!” Feeling his face heating up from the request and the laughter that came from the other bears, Death mustered enough strength to crawl over to Jr, playing the part of an ordinary dog. Once he was close enough, Death pushed his muzzle right in between the pair of large musky bear cheeks. As soon as he did, the wetness clinging to the brown fur made itself apparent then he inhaled and got a lungful of the overpowering funk that resided there. Instead of recoiling or showing any other signs of disgust, Death felt a surge within him. His lungs feeling warm and his head spinning in just the right way, the wolf was experiencing a reinvigoration. He pushed his snout in deeper, touching his nose directly to the wet, almost slick feeling rim. What came next was a deep and long inhale that instantly flooded his nasal passages. The smell was undoubtedly rank and too much for many but for Death, the trained dog that he became, it was nothing short of amazing. Instantly hooked on it, Death continued to inhale deeply, practically getting himself high on the delightful rankness of the bear’s hole. Just like his dad, Jr never quite got the hang of cleaning it thoroughly. He was grinning and snickering as well, kneeling in a way that kept his rump stuck outwards. Death couldn’t have stopped himself from breathing in the butt musk in if he tried. It was ripe, the product of many days without the sweat and grime being cleaned away. Stuck in the damp fur between his mounds, it was left to just build as time continued to pass. The deep manly tone of his sweat, combined with the lingering tones of the forest, pulled the wolf into a stronger daze. “That’s right. Just embrace it and show me how much of a dog you really are,” Jr said with a dominant tone of voice. His satisfaction was heard with every syllable spoken. Bear butt sweat was getting smeared onto his muzzle, remarking his grey fur. Clinging to it and filling his nose was the thick, potent stink of the big male’s backside. The more that Death took in, the further he was slipping and the more he wanted another lungful. Pushing his nose even closer to the rim, making it expand just a bit gave Death an even stronger version of that rich bruin butt stench. “Breathin’ in it like air,” Jr said as he lifted himself up. He turned around and was using his hands to position Death again, getting the wolf on his back. “That’s a good look for you. Time to make it even better.” With that being said, he dropped his body on top of Death’s, his large belly pressing to the smaller male’s. Feeling the hot breath puffing on his face, Death whimpered again. Then he was raising his voice from his hole already being spread. Having him in the mating press position, Jr was slowly burying his cock into the already used hole, huffing from the perfectly hot and slick state of it. Even after a firm breeding the passage was still snug around him. “Just take deep breaths...” Jr said as he slid his length down to the hilt, eventually bottoming out completely inside of the family pet. Death did as he was told. Despite just taking a cock, it wasn’t any easier to handle the next. All over again he was being stuffed around a fat and hot shaft. Just the feeling of throbbing was enough to make him shake. If not for the lust that was blazing through him, shrouding his usual feelings of self-pride, Death would have been feeling nothing but shame and embarrassment. He was pulled from his thoughts by the first thrust. Not only did it come fast and hard but he could feel the bear’s body rocking on top of his. Their bellies never stopped touching and the much heavier male’s weight remained fully on him. That first thrust was followed by another and then another. Using the slick state of his ass, Jr bypassed any need to prepare the wolf’s hole. He went right for the good stuff, plunging his cock and reaching his tip into the moaning canine’s core. “Not gonna pass out on me, are ya?” Jr asked while looking Death in his eyes. The wolf gasped but shook his head. “What’s what I like about ya, Wolfy. You’re durable!” In time with that last word, Jr went ahead and slammed his hips downwards with more force and speed, making his cock barrel into Death’s guts. Even more than his father had, Death felt himself being spread open. So many of his sweet spots were being touched all at once, and it happened every time that big bearmeat was either being pulled back or thrust back in again. His body reacted by again tightening up his hole even further. “Hittin’ that button, aren’t I?” Jr figured. Seeing the wolf nod and whimper was like fuel for him. A renewed surge of energy flowed into him and he dedicated it to fucking the family slut, his goal being to make him moan out for everyone to hear. With no other bear stepping up to plug his mouth in any way, Death was indeed free to moan out loud without restriction or any means of dulling the noise. Everyone kept themselves just quiet enough to hear his voice echoing throughout the entirety of the cavern and maybe even further beyond. While he was giving them the noise, in return he was given direct pleasure from Jr in addition to the persisting smell of bear-stink. As more were jerking themselves, the smells of their arousal and sweat was rising and adding to the invisible cloud that was just building. Whether it was coming from the one fucking him or just from the air itself, Death was never left without a constant stream of bear essence to breathe in. Time slipped away for him at some point but he was brought back by the almighty fucking that he was receiving. In his ears were the deep and constant growls of Jr. He was reveling in the pleasure of jackhammering the lupine’s tailhole. Death was suddenly crying out much louder and longer. Everything was tingles and pulses. As soon as it came pulling out, the length was being slammed right back in, pummeling his prostate along the way. “I’m getting close, slut! And you’re gonna take every drop!” Jr declared. More weight was put down on Death but he could handle it. Still, hearing him wheeze did a lot for the pumping bear. He didn’t stop and instead gave Death all that he could, feeling the burn in his ever-moving hips and the constant constrictions from the hugging walls. Sweat was being flung from his heavy balls, flying off in time with the weighty smack of them hitting the wolf’s rump. The last of his backed up precum was being spit into the hole, making it all the slicker and easier to fuck. Giving it a final effort, pushing himself even further than he usually would, Jr managed a few more hard slams before bottoming out and snarling aggressively. His body shook on top of Death’s and his claws dragged across the stone flooring, leaving marks as he reached his peak. Death felt the extra hard final thrust but what really made him react was the rush of sticky heat and the blasts of cum. The seed was flying from the tip with force, joining the previous loads, making his pressed belly all the warmer and tighter feeling. He could almost hear his guts gurgling from the extra amount of bear cum it was being forced to take. Jr kept grinding his cock along his walls, milking out even more cum, ensuring his climax lasted for as long as possible. Between the extra amount still coming out and the pressure that was being put on his stomach, Death felt a surge from his stomach, traveling up his throat. The next thing that happened was his muzzle being forced open as cum was oozing from it. Unable to handle any more of the bear’s spunk, Death’s body sent it all elsewhere. As Jr was still groaning from the lasting pleasure, he watched the mixed cum that belonged to him, his dad, and his grandfather all spilling out and splattering onto the floor. The flow slowed as he was finishing up, shooting a few more fat ropes before sighing deeply and easing off, slowly raising his body, his cock making a loud and sticky noise when it was pulled free from the stretched and slathered hole. Death was able to swallow down what remained in his throat and he looked down at the state of his stomach, visibly more swollen than before. His vision was then blocked by Jr hovering over his face. The bear sat his butt down on the wolf’s face, getting a muffled sound of surprise out of him. “How about a goodbye kiss?” Jr asked. Death complied and he started to lick the hole just as he had earlier, finding that the flavor was just as strong as it had been before since Jr had been sweating from moving his hips so far. Satisfied, Jr lifted himself up and finally walked away, leaving Death at the mercy of someone else. “Bout fuckin’ time.” Taking Jr’s place was his own son, Grizzly Bear. His pelt was especially dark and more messy than anyone else’s, ruffled in some places and matted in others. He was one of the more bulky bears, having more pure muscle than softness. In various places such as his legs, across his chest, along one of his shoulders, and along his back were various scars that he got from many fights or scrapes from exploring. But the thing that stood out most about Grizzly was his scent. All of the bear’s smelled strongly but Grizzly managed to stand out among them. Hardened by his travels and getting used to going even longer than the average bear without any sort of cleaning, Grizzly learned to live with it and even embraced it wholly. Just being close was enough to make Death wince, his nose burning from the haze of especially stagnant musk that was clinging to the surly ursine. “Let’s just get to it,” Grizzly said he too reached down to lift Death up. Lifted by his scruff to be eye level with the bigger male, the wolf felt his heart skip a beat when he had to breathe in again. Even with his extra sensitive nose, he couldn’t tell where the specific reek was coming from. There was a difference in tone depending on where it was coming from: pits, crotch, butt or even feet. But Death couldn’t even tell, it was just a uniform haze of stink that was both repelling and drawing him in. Grizzly took some time to look Death over. It had been a long time since he had seen the wolf. He found it amusing but also pathetic that the submissive, whining mutt in his grip was the same figure that the whole world was meant to fear. From his perspective he just looked like any other slut that was needy for some bear dick. Since he already had him close enough to it, Grizzly just went ahead and shoved the wolf’s face into his chest. Death quickly learned why the fur looked so disheveled. Grizzly’s pelt was damp to the touch, as if he had come out of water and his fur was still drying. But his nose told him that it was pure sweat, both fresh and very old. Along with being matted the fur was slightly greasy and almost sticky to the touch. Again, Death was feeling a conflicting mix of disgust and arousal. There was no doubt that Grizzly was the most unwashed and foulest of them all but yet Death was not only compelled to stay in the bear’s grip but his nose was already working to take in the reek that was coming from him. Powering through the stinging burn that hurt enough to make his eyes water or the natural urge to even gag from the stench’s potency, Death channeled his own strength and used it to power through it all. He moaned directly against the wet fur, huffing in the heavy rankness directly, funneling it through his nostrils and into his lungs. Its effects were felt immediately. The room was spinning all around him and if it weren’t for Grizzly still holding him up he would have fallen over. His cock was back to pulsing and leaking heavily just from the odor alone and that burning sensation in his nose actually added to the entire experience. “What are you going to do?” Grizzly’s voice pulled Death out of his daze somewhat, enough to understand the words. Not expecting to be tasked with leading, Death was stuck with his nose pushed right in between the bear’s pecs. After taking a moment to think, Death did get an idea and he pushed his nose even deeper into the muggy fur. Another deep inhale came from him, filling his lungs yet again but that was just the start of it. He moved his head to the side, moving away from the extra warm spot where he had been exhaling, getting closer to the left pec as he continued drinking in the dense but alluring stink. Grizzly noticed this and at the very least he was curious to know what the lupine was going for. He didn’t have to wait long. After a few more sniffs, Death slid his mouth onto the pec directly. Finding the fat nipple, he ran his tongue over it. Doing so got a low groan out of Grizzly; now this was something worth his while. That long and smooth canine tongue was lapping its whole length across his dark colored nub. Just as Death was quickly growing to love the overwhelmingly deep flavor of built up sweat. It was bitter, salty, and the more that he tasted it, the more that Death grew to love it. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Use every little bit of that tongue. Make them shine,” Grizzly said firmly. Death understood what he meant, seeing and tasting the grime that had clung to the smooth skin. The nipple was hardening from his oral touch and he was gaining even greater heights of arousal from hearing the ursine’s sounds of pleasure. It caused him to buck his hips and his erection pressed against Grizzly’s rubbing against it. “Oh ho... So that’s what you had in mind?” Grizzly asked with a toothy smirk that looked a bit unnerving. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Now suck on it.” Doing as he was told, Death wrapped his lips around and he started to suck on the hard flesh, tracing circles around it at the same time. This gave more pleasure to Grizzly and what came next was the bear using his other hand, the one not being used to hold Death up. That hand came down to grip both his and Death’s cocks. Keeping them close together, he started to pump his hand but he also started thrusting. With both of their shafts already leaking, it took no time at all for his hand to become slathered in their combined fluids. Stroking his hand and humping into it was bringing them both plenty of pleasure. Getting lost in the sensation and musk, Death continued to suckle on the nipple, siphoning all the flavor that he could from it. Moaning and drooling against it, he was making the nub and the fir surrounding it all the wetter from his spit. He was still moving his hand so while he kept up his mouthwork on the left one, a hand reached out and found the right pec. It was groped and kneaded before focus was put on the nipple itself. Closing his fingers around it, Death proceeded to squeeze and twist it. “Fuckin’ right...” Grizzly huffed, his chest heaving from the increased sensations that were coming from just his chest. The smooth sweeps and traces of the tongue and the suckling paired perfectly with the rougher squeezing and pinching of the canine’s fingers. Both happening at the same time were sending plenty of tingles and waves through the rest of him. Pulling his mouth from the left one, Death was quick to switch the positions, moving his head to the right nipple and giving that a similar treatment to the first one. The left one, left shiny from his saliva, was given further stimulation by his other hand, pinching and squeezing just like before. His tongue acted immediately, flicking and swirling all over the flesh that was already hard. Going even faster and sucking harder than he had before, Death was emboldened by the fresh flavors that he got to collect all over again. Even though he was working his lower half at the same time, Grizzly’s main focus was on the pleasure centralized at his chest. Death was practically nursing from him, suckling eagerly and almost desperately, constantly moving his tongue all over but in a controlled manner that was hitting all the right spots. Grizzly figured this wasn’t his first time doing this. While one side was given the silky touches of a wolf’s tongue, the other was being rubbed, squeezed, and even pulled in a manner that was more aggressive. Grizzly enjoyed that more and embraced the texture of Death’s slightly rough fingers playing with his nipple. The spit allowed them to smoothly slide around but the friction and force of his pinches were still felt despite that. As the pleasure rose, Death was putting more into his actions. Grizzly felt it was time to repay the favor. He too put more effort into what he was doing. Pounding his cock into his own hand and against Death’s, he was making them both leak even more. The pulsing was getting stronger from them both. Both were raising their voices, feeling their limits approaching, coming closer and closer until they were both groaning and shaking from the rush that overtook them. Death was shooting cum all over himself but that wasn’t anything compared to the big and musky ropes that fired off with force, striking Death in the stomach and reaching all the way up to his chest. Sinking into his fur and having a smell just as strong as the bear it came from, the seed was effectively marking Death, proof that he had been dominated by Grizzly... “Three loads in, one load out... I wonder if I should try to even up the score...” Paired with Death now was Hefty Bear. Unlike his father, Hefty was a giant giant, often called the living teddy bear. But even if he acted nice his appearance matched his namesake. Of all the bears in the cavern he was largest in every way; the tallest, the widest, having the biggest belly, thickest chest, the heaviest feet, and what he had between his legs was the biggest as well. He took all the best parts from his predecessors and added to them substantially. Even in a flaccid state his cock had been hanging thick, long, and heavy between his legs, swinging with every step. And while it was erect and pulsing, the shaft was akin to a broken off branch. Not the branches growing from the end but the main ones that grew from the tree’s trunk. “Don’t look like that,” Hefty said as he saw the expression on Death’s face. “I won’t hurt you. At least I’ll try not to...” After saying that his usually sweet and jovial expression briefly became one that was truly devious. “Now what should I do with you?” As he pondered, Hefty tapped a heavy foot to the cavern floor. Then he looked down at it and perked up. He had Death lay on his back. Standing very tall over the lying male, Hefty simply lifted a foot and then he placed it on Death’s muzzle. It was done gently at first but when he felt the lips and nose against his sole, more weight and pressure was gradually applied. Being all but smothered beneath the massive footpaw, Death was again subjected to a rich musk. This time he was getting intimately familiar with the sharper, almost cheesy funk that radiated from this area. While the foot musk wasn’t as strong as any part of Grizzly, Hefty made up for that by having so much area. His face stuck in the middle of the foot, all around him was more of the hot and sweat-slick skin. Knowing just what to do, Death proceeded to start inhaling for the umpteenth time. But he never got tired of it. Between the various parts and the bears’ themselves having their own unique tone, there were near endless combinations. From Papa’s pits, Daddy’s ass, Grizzly’s chest, and now to Hefty’s foot. Even though there was something familiar about them all, Death found something unique and pleasant in all of them. He reached his hands out and pulled the foot even closer to his nose. The sounds of his sniffing and the power of his inhales were so much greater. Hefty shifted as he felt the pleasure and tickle of the furry muzzle rubbing itself against his footpad. Death was taking it upon himself to grind his face against the foot, adding another layer of sweat and musk to it. While doing that he was still breathing from the foot, basking completely in the distinct foot smell, his nose picking up on the even stronger tones that resided between the fat toes. As best as he could he moved the foot along, going down to the heel and back up to the toes again. When he reached them he took the extra time to run his nose over them, feeling the digits bumping and pressing against his nose as he sniffed at each of them. Now that he was completely familiar with the aroma, Death felt it was time for him to get a taste of it. With the same eagerness he started to swipe his tongue across the footpaw, sometimes doing so quickly and other times tracing his tongue along slowly. While dragging it across the skin he could feel that it was soft and smoother in some places and rougher in others. The rougher parts tended to be sweatier and had a stronger flavor. As he was exploring, Hefty was groaning from the increased pleasure and tickling from the tongue’s movements. He had no trouble keeping himself balanced so Death could keep going. But it was the smaller male’s enthusiasm that really struck him, how dedicated he became to licking his foot clean. Based on the increased wetness in some places he knew that Death still had a lot of area to cover and clearly he would be happy to take on the task. The best place his tongue went were the toes. When the wet and smooth muscle traced itself over his digits, Hefty couldn’t help but gasp and curl them a bit. He didn’t expect so much pleasure to come from this, he just wanted to do something different than what the others had. But he was very glad that he chose this. Death went back to the sole and did find more areas that he had missed before. He gave them plenty of licks, making them just as wet as the rest of Hefty’s foot. Once that part of the task was complete, Death was moving back up. He wasn’t done with the foot yet, still having another place that he wanted to lick before easing off. Back at the toes, Death licked them even harder, sliding over each of them but also in between, wedging and snaking his tongue between and collecting the stronger smelling and tasting sweat that resided there. This made Hefty moan a bit. He really didn’t expect the amount of pleasure that came from the licking in between. This made him eager to feel the wolf’s tongue sliding in between each of them and Death didn’t disappoint him. Starting from the biggest one and moving down to the smallest, he was just as passionate the whole time and gave each the same amount of attention. When he reached the last one Hefty just couldn’t contain himself any more. He lifted his foot, planted it firmly to the ground and all but dropped himself down on top of Death. Just like with Jr, the bear put him in the mating press position but Death found that the weight was of course much greater, truly leaving him pinned beneath the ursine behemoth. But that was hardly a worry compared to the pressing of the huge tip to his tailhole. Even in its twice-used state, his body was putting up some resistance against just the start of the equally girthy and lengthy phallus. With a grunt and push from Hefty, the tip and many inches were shoved, forcing a soundless gasp out of Death. His immortal body allowed him to endure but that didn’t mean he was spared the feeling of his guts being truly spread apart further than it had been up to any point. Hefty just seemed to get bigger and bigger every time...he could never get used to it. The whole length being in was evident by the bulge that showed clearly, even through the amount of cum that kept his stomach looking plump otherwise. Then the thrusting began. Death wasn’t sure if the entire thing was being pulled out or not. His hole was kept constantly stretched wide around the flesh. The pulses were so strong and so much precum was flowing from the tip at once. Just one spurt made his stomach inflate even more. Proving that he had size and power to match, Hefty effortlessly began to pound into Death, making the wolf cry out in a way that he hadn’t before. That huge branch of a cock was being jammed into his deepest parts, pulled back and shoved in again, all with more than enough power to all but grind his prostate into dust. The pleasure was so strong that Death didn’t realize that he came until the hot ropes came flying out, one splattering onto his musky muzzle. Another thing that he didn’t realize was his own legs were lifted, being held up by the bear. Hefty was returning the favor, dragging his huge tongue across Death’s feet. Feeling the heat and slickness of the other male’s saliva on his soles, the canine was given the same experience and his arousal flared up all over again, keeping him hard and making him leak all over again. The continued stroking and weighing down of his prostate, combined with this exhilaration of a huge tongue sliding over both feet, going from one to the other, quickly made that arousal build. All it took was some harder licking and a faster pace from the bear to push Death over the edge yet again and so soon. Overtaking his senses was another powerful climax that left him shooting, shaking, and squeezing hard down on the heavy flesh. That caused Hefty to cum as well. While still slobbering all over the wolf’s feet, Hefty’s cock was swelling further and gushing immense amounts of cum into Death’s guts all at once. This was making the wolf’s belly swell at a fast rate, expanding greatly from the sheer quantity of seed that was all being blasted into his core. Just like before, Death was spitting up a huge amount of cum. Another surge of seed led to a thick fountain of it spraying from the canine’s stuck-open muzzle. He had no idea for how long he was in that position but when Hefty eased off of him, Death was left with a stretched hole that was leaking heavily and his stomach was huge, as if he was pregnant with several bear cubs. Walking away with visible satisfaction, Hefty stepped away from Death, leaving just the last patriarch. Honey approached with a hungry look on his face. He wanted Death just as much as everyone else but in a different way. “You’re looking as delectable as ever,” the big but especially curvaceous ursine said while licking his lips. “And now it’s just me and you.” Young and confident, Honey stepped right up to Death. The wolf was left on his back with his swollen belly and his still-erect cock both jutting outwards. Honey liked the look of it. Even though the embodiment of death himself wasn’t close to the biggest male he had taken, Honey decided that the rest made up for it. Coming with him was his own brand of musk that had a sweet undertone that lured Death in. He couldn’t resist sniffing it but in a different way than he had before. His mind was still muddled from musk and pleasure so it took him a bit of time to realize that the smell was indeed the bear’s natural strong scent but it was laced with heat. Even Death wasn’t immune to its effects and the urges it would bring. The bear stepped right to him and ran a few fingers between his legs, moaning softly from the dampness of his own sex. He was already dripping “honey” from the wait and at this point he could hardly contain himself. He chose to come down on Death, practically sitting on his face. Death was again groaning, feeling a conflicting feeling from the fragrant mix of sweaty musk, the natural sweetness of a dripping vent, and the all too alluring scent of heat. The combination immediately grabbed and maintained his attention, compelling him to have his muzzle pushed directly against the hot, slathered pussy. “Come on, you know you want it,” Honey encouraged. Death was in no position to contest that so he instead gave in after another inhale. His tongue came out and it was put to work again. Having more control than before, Death was able to choose how to proceed but even then he was being guided by his instincts. Starting out by swiping his tongue over the folds, he got the flavor of the bear’s nectar combined with his sweat. It was a surprisingly fitting blend that compelled him to keep licking and collecting it. Keeping the flavor fresh on his tongue, he was aiming to clean the outside up before moving in. Spreading the folds apart with his tongue, Death was sliding inside of the bear’s pussy, reaching his tongue much further than he at first meant to. But he wasn’t going to pull it back. As soon as he got that full taste from being inside of Honey’s sex, Death just couldn’t stop himself from licking all over, running his tongue across every surface that it could touch. Doing this was making Honey moan out and the surrounding surfaces were squeezing on his tongue in return. Honey put more weight down and he started to grind his vent against the licking canine’s mouth, absolutely loving the licks that were being given to him. Hearing Death’s muffled sounds beneath him fueled the bear and he kept grinding himself back and forth, smearing his smell onto the lupine’s face, in addition to everyone else’s. Having the sweat and juices smeared onto his nose and lips kept Death’s erection throbbing hard and leaking so much. He just couldn’t get enough of the smells and tastes. Reaching his tongue in even deeper, he kept slurping at the flavorful surfaces, still collecting as much as he could, savoring every drop of the heat-laced nectar. The grinding was getting harder and faster as Honey was gaining more pleasure from this. His groans were becoming deeper and more was dripping from him. Wanting that tongue to sink down as far as it could, Honey kept putting more weight down, biting his lip and trembling a bit from the rushes that were racing through the whole of his body. Death was keeping time with him, putting more effort into his licking; moving his tongue faster but also maneuvering it in a way that would give the bear the greatest sensations. He knew just where to touch and how to grind his tongue against the spot, forcing out explosive reactions out of the bigger male every time. “Keep that up! D-don’t you dare stop!” Honey growled as he planted both paws on the cavern floor. He was really riding the lupine’s face now, his breathing was becoming shakier as more licks and sucks were given to her. In return she was dripping more of her juices onto that expertly flailing tongue. Death’s nose was all but inside of the bear, nearly slipping into the heated vent. He was able to breathe in more of its scent directly, shuddering and salivating from its increased strength. The licking and face-riding only gained intensity between the two. Both were getting all the closer to their limits and yet neither were slowing down. Keeping with each other, giving more and more, Honey was the one who couldn’t handle any more. Crying out and clenching down on Death’s tongue, the bear reached his climax. Gushing from his sex were the flavorful bursts of ejaculate. Death received it all and his tail began to wag from the taste of it. He kept leaking, making Honey’s orgasm all the stronger while also extending it. While the bear was experiencing an all mighty rush, Death was left unfulfilled despite his efforts, evident by the way his cock was left pulsing and leaking. “Did you like that, boy?” Honey asked when he lifted himself. Strands of spit and ejaculate kept them connected for a bit but ultimately Death was lying with his face completely wet and smelling of several things. With a small smile on his face, Death nodded. It was obvious that he wanted more and Honey was ready to give it to him. When came down again, his sex was aligned with Death’s. Pushing down caused them both to moan out. Death was just enough to make Honey feel full. After sitting himself down on the smaller male, Honey maintained control by pushing himself back up then lowering himself. While moaning from the sensation of his hot cock grinding against his quavering walls, Honey had a certain interest in Death’s expressions and reactions to everything that was going on. Starting slow, Honey was lifting and lowering his body, making the cock slide from his depths then sink back in. The silkiness of his walls was giving Death the pleasure he was desperately needing while the size and effectiveness of his cock was given Honey just enough in return. But pleasure wasn’t all that he wanted. A few more bounces allowed himself to get completely comfortable while sitting on the wolf. Drawing more strength into his hips, Honey prepared to really ride the wolf and he started without warning, lifting himself and then going back down with more speed and force than Death was prepared for. He gasped and then hummed, feeling the hot and gushy walls hugging his cock the entire time. Seeing this made Honey grin and he kept it up, riding Death at a faster and rougher pace, making sure that the shaft was reaching all the way inside where it would be further squeezed. “Fuck me, you’re so cute...” Honey moaned as he kept it up. His juices were leaking all over the wolf’s cock, spreading his scent even further while also marking another part of his body. He was all but crushing the other male from his weight while riding him, aggressively pounding himself upwards and downwards again, applying significantly more force when he was going down again. The squish of his the cock going all the way inside was heard and felt, bringing an extra rush. But what really did it for Honey was Death’s expressions of pleasure and desire. Watching the canine melt from the silkiness of his insides and then groan, clenching his teeth when it was all coming down, squeezing his spurting cock and engulfing the entire thing in wet heat. It was becoming warmer from the precum combining with the bear’s fluids, giving Death even more to react to. The speed was increasing as they kept it up and Death was making a lot more noise than Honey was. “I want something from you, pup. I want a whole litter from you. You gonna be a good boy and give it to me?” A part of Death resisted but he nodded, much to Honey’s satisfaction. The pace and power of the riding then increased dramatically and so did the pleasure. Death cried out from being overwhelmed. He snarled and rocked his hips against the next bounce, shooting his own cum into the bear’s passage and his womb, giving Honey his wish of bearing the embodiment of death’s children... The rest of Death’s time there was a blur for him. He was the mercy of the entire bear clan now. It wasn’t just the heads of the family but everyone was reaching for him, wanting their turn. He was left with just one to service or multiple at once that he had to handle. With more loads being pumped into him, Death’s stomach was swelling even more and the cum was firing out of his mouth in greater amounts. Sometimes he was pulled out of his daze by certain acts, such as being paired up with Grizzly again. The rankest among them had another task for the mutt. He presented the wolf with his cock, tasking him with giving it a good polishing and cleaning beneath the foreskin. Doing this subjected Death to the extra biting and aromatic reek of what lay trapped and building beneath the folds. He was pulled away from that again, given the task of worshiping both Daddy Sr’s and Hefty’s huge asses. Death found himself sandwiched between the hot, muggy rumps. They were grinding their asses against his head, all but smothering him in between them. From both sides they were grinding their butt sweat into his fur, ensuring he would be reeking of them for a while after. Doing his best, Death tried to give them equal attention, going back and forth between their big and damp butts. His next task was worshiping another bear’s balls; sniffing, licking, and sucking on them. While he was doing that another bear was slamming his way into the wolf’s ass. Moaning from both the pleasure and the balls’ musk, Death was brought to a climax but that was ignored by the bears as there were a lot of them and not a lot of time left. All clamoring for a turn, they would pull the canine away as soon as a load had been blown either on or inside of their collective pet. Ending the whole thing was a large group of them, surrounding him on all sides and jerking themselves rapidly into their climaxes, spraying their cum onto his pelt from all sides, coating every inch of his body, making sure to mark every little bit. From head to toe, Death was covered in their cum. Instead of being sent on his way, Death woke up in the cave all by himself, still covered in seed with nothing but the thick smell of bear stink still heavy in his nose.